*cyclops sat in the kitchen, whiskey glass in hand... the bottle half empty on the table... gambit sat across from him, also drinking...*
gambit - "so what we do know?"
cyclops - "we find frank, we find out why he set us up, then we find the others and bring em home... then... we all take a break..."
gambit - "sound like a plan..."
cyclops - "great, the old fitting in speech again. you listen one minute, look at hank, would he fit in anywhere but here? no, up until a few years back i was an orphan, this school was all i ever knew, and i still don't fit in here, you want to whine and complain, then go ahead, but the fact is, michael just died trying to save people he supposedly 'didn't fit in with'. nobody fits in when they arrive here, nobody, if you had a bit of damn patience you'd see that any xman would take a f*cking bullet for you, myself included. you want to complain about fitting in? you don't know how lucky you have it..."
cyclops - "i know she is hurting, and i understand that, i've been through the same, we all have, i've lost jean 3 times, 3 bloody times, there is not a person in this house who hasnt lost someone they care about, me, peter, remy, logan, the proffessor, you go through what we have and then tell me about loss."
Chase backed up slightly. Celia had caught cyclops telling Chase off. "Cyclops, please, stop." she asked.
Chase shook his head. "Fine, I'll go!" he said givig his cup to Celia before he went out the door.
"No, chase!" celia called out. Growling she threw both mugs ito the fireplace making the fire combust out some before going back to ormal. "Are you happy?" she asked calmly before runing after Chase.