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                'Five hundred seconds or roughly eight minutes.' Sarah groaned. 'Five hundred seconds just like the last time I looked.' She flopped down on the couch and glared at the clock. 'Five hundred seconds or roughly eight minutes, but good lord, oh heavens it feels like a year.'           It was a fateful day in the Williams' house. Today was the day that Sarah was introducing her boyfriend, who was actually her fiancée, to her parents and her brother. Jareth "King" would be joining the Williams' family for dinner. Parents meet the romantic interests of their offspring quite frequently, but the occurrences of said romantic off

Chapter 5            Seated on the low wooden bench in the women's locker room, Cheyenne slipped her feet into her specially made boots as Rogue laced up her own footwear, Kitty pulled her hair back into a ponytail and Tabby cinched her belt around her waist. Storm was adjusting the tops of her boots to fit more comfortably around her legs while Jubilee pulled on a pair of socks.            The thin layer of reinforced metal locked into place around the spike emerging from her left heel and Myth tugged the zipper up the back of the sturdy black leather. She secured the zipper at the top of the boot, which stopped a few inches short of her

Chapter 4 : Cults, Bets, and Codenames            "Ah-hah!" Kitty Pryde exclaimed, holding an unplugged cable up triumphantly. "Sorry about that, should be fine now." She apologized, putting the errant cable in its appropriate socket.            "Thank you, Kitty." The Professor acknowledged as Kitty took her seat next to Piotr at the conference table. He clicked a button on a small remote and an image jumped to the screen resting on the wall behind the head of the table. "What you see before you is the most troubling of what Kitty found amongst the stolen data."             Logan cursed under his breath.            "They are sanction

Chapter 3                 Nervously Cheyenne shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortable in her pair of low top sneakers with the backs pared down to accommodate the spikes emerging from her heels, as she stood in the middle of the large room. She was clad in a matching pair of grey sweatshirt and pants, both bearing the insignia of Xavier's School for the Gifted -- an 'X' in a circle. Rogue had provided the school sweat suit from a storage bin outside of the locker rooms located near the Danger Room.          Logan had helpfully sliced off the sleeves and cut out a hole in the back of the top, showing Cheyenne the sharp metal reasons why h

Chapter Two              Cheyenne woke to the aroma of bacon. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, snuggling into the covers of her bed. The smell of eggs, sprinkled with seasoning, greeted her nose as she sniffed deeply and as she listened closely she could just make out the faint scraping of spatula against skillet combined with her father's slightly off-key humming. Yawning, Cheyenne sat up in bed and stretched.              Fwish!              "I definitely made the right decision." Cheyenne remarked wryly, tucking her wings around her as she got out of bed. It was common sense really. She couldn't attend graduate school or work

         Of Dragons and Amphibians: Chapter One 8 Years Ago               "You sure you're alright, sweetie? You look awful pale." Henry Jackson inquired as he pulled to a stop in front of the eastern side of the campus.               "It's just a headache, Dad, and I have an algebra test today. I don't want to miss it." She'd heard tales that Ms. Rogers' make-up tests were insanely hard. A friendly cellist had told her that she would rather go through fo

                                 "Ah-ah-AH!" Sarah grabbed a tissue from the box and buried her nose in it. "AH-CHOO!" Sniffling, she tossed the used Kleenex into the trashcan to greet others of its snot-covered kind. "Stubid colb." The college student who had been once known as the girl who ate the peach grumbled, pulling the fuzzy blanket she was wrapped in tighter around her.                   Sarah Williams had succumbed to the airborne menace of the holiday season a few days earlier and had the unmitigated joy of suffering through it during the week of final exams for the fall semester. That morning had seen her shuffling out of bed, b

                                            Goblins Are a Girl's Best Friend: Hoggle's Lament, Or What Happens When You Forget to Tell Your Best Friend You're Engaged                          The average, over-worked gardener, basically insecure…may to some long frustration react with psychosomatic