How do I live without You
by Jenni
Summary: What do the Gen. X kids do when the one true love of their
lives, tv, leaves them?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gen. X or any of the tv shows mentioned
here. I think that pretty much covers it. Also, the Spanish may be off
because I took it last year and barely remember any of it.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, D-generation-X is proud to
present its former tag-team champions of the world...."
Paige gritted her teeth and threw her book to the ground. She pulled
the cotton out of her ears and stomped out of her room. This was it!
if she heard that same speech one more time, she'd scream. She
walked to Jubilee's room and pounded on her door.
"Lee, c'mon! Lemme in! Ah need t'talk t'you!"
The door pushed open at her touch. She saw Jubilee sitting on the
ground with a pillow tied to her head. She was sucking her thumb and
clinging to her Pikachu.
"Did the bad men stop the wrestling yet?"
Paige shook her head sadly. "But ah'm gonna go make 'em. Wanna help..."
She didn't get out the last words. Jubilee was already at Monet's door.
"C'mon Ms. Perfect! We're gonna make the bad men stop!" Monet opened
her door. She was wearing her mink earmuffs.
"Finally. Maybe I can get some peace and quiet after all."
The three girls then proceeded down the hall and stairs in search of
the offending tv and teammates. Their search ended in the den, where
the Generation X guys, along with Mr. Cassidy, had planted themselves
in front of the glowing box. At the moment, Everett was reciting the
announcer's speech, word for word, from memory.
"If you smell-la-la-la-la.....what the Rock..." they spoke in unison.
Just as Paige was about to speak out about the noise level of the
program when the screen went blank. Everett still continued his tirade.
"Is cookin...What happened to the show? Lee, Paige, Monet, what did you
do to the Rock?"
"Ah, we didn't do anythin!" Paige was stunned. Monet walked over to it.
"Well done gentlemen. You overworked the tv and now its dead."
Jubilee smacked Angelo over the head. "The four of you just had to play
wrestling at 50 decibals, didn't you? Didn't you?"
Jonothon was fighting a losing battle. ~Maybe if we jiggle this cord,
the goggle box'll start up again.~
Mr Cassidy walked over to the tv, hit it twice, and sighed. "Well lads
an' lasses, guess we'll have t'wait an' have it fixed. He looked at the
handy Radio Shack ad that was always kept close to the entertainment
center. "Says here that they're not open weekends. Dannae worry though,
I'll take it in Monday. The lot o' ye will only have to live without tv
fer the weekend."
The room went silent and the students' eyes went wide. How could they
live without their loving friend tv?
Ms. Frost chose this moment to enter. "This will be a good experience
for all of you. You can have actual converations with one another."
Again the room went silent and eye's widened. Jubilee shook her head.
Angelo swore in Spanish.
"What did we ever do to deserve this?" asked Everett.
------ day 1: 5 minutes after the death of tv ------
Monet walked back to her room and planted herself down at her computer.
Now she could work with her Corel art program in peace. Who knows,
maybe she would even get a good laugh out of this weekend. As she
turned on her PC, she saw a note she had written earlier.
*Saturday afternoon at three PM. Chicago symphony orchestra with Andrea
Bocelli and Sarah Brightman.*
How could she forget! This was supposed to be one of the best concerts
of Andrea Bocelli's career. And the tv was gone! What can she do.
~Wait!~ she thought, ~I am the most intelligent student at this school.
It should be simple to figure a way to view this concert, if I put my
mind to it...~
------ day 1: 10 minutes after the death of tv ------
"Well Ah think we should make the most of this." Paige was grapping the
charades box off of the bookshelf. "Mah family used to play this when
the power went out."
"Listen Hayseed, we don't wanna hear about the Guthrie clan's
activities." Jubilee stopped to take a drink from her ever present
Surge bottle. "Who wants to help me try to hunt down another tv on the
school campus?"
Angelo got up. "Sorry chica, never been much for charades. C'mon
Jubecita, if we hurry, we can catch Simpson's." The two walked/ran out.
Paige looked around the room at her remaining hostages. Jonothon was
still working with the tv. Evidently, he still had hope that his friend
would return. She looked at Everett. Sweet, innocent, naive Everett.
"Well Everett, shall we?" He gulped and looked around. He was beginning
to regret not joining Jubilee's cause.
------ day 1: 30 minutes after the death of tv ------
In his life, Sean Cassidy had been many things. He had been an
Interpol agent, a member of the X-men, and much more. And yet this
was the first time he ever recalled being truely bored. He tapped his
pen on his desk and looked out the window. After watching a single leaf
sway, then eventually drop to the ground, he got up and walked to his
CD player. He started to put on his Riverdance CD when he remembered
his promise to never play that outside his headmaster's cottage. He
walked to his wall and started gazing at a painting Piotr Rasputin had
created especially for him. He adjusted the frame. Then he moved it
back. He sighed and took a last look around. Maybe Emma would want some
company...
------ day 1: 60 minutes, 15 seconds after the death of tv ------
Jonothon slowly walked down the stairs to his basement room in the
men's floor of the main building. He looked around. ~Rot,~ he thought
aloud. ~Now wot'm I gorra do fer the rest of the weekend?~ His eyes
stopped on his guitar case. It had been a while since he last played.
He walked over and pulled the old lead guitar out. Then he stopped and
looked at the bass guitar that was next to it.
~Hmm, decisions, decisions...~ He looked back and forth. After a period
of indecision, he grabbed each case and started up the stairs. Boy,
were the other members of Generation X in for a treat. He was going to
give them a great concert. He'd make sure he grabbed his extra-large
amps on the second trip. If they thought that WWF program was loud,
just wait till they heard him.
------ day 1: 120 minutes, 38 and 1/2 seconds after the ------
untimely death of the tv
"Paige, please. I hate charades!" Everett held his head as Paige
gestured wildly in front of him.
"You just haven't given it a chance Ev, now c'mon, its a name of a
movie." Paige continued, this time flailing her arms.
"I hated it the first 20 minutes we played. I loathed it the next 20
minutes. And for the last 70 minute I have been trying to think of
ways to escape this room using only an old tv guide, a bottle cap, a
empty CD case, and an old chewed piece of gum I found under the coffee
table." Everett was vearing from his normally calm, mellow state, and
was starting to become enraged.
"Well if you had a little more imagination and talent, maybe you
wouldn't be sitting there looking like a dork!"
"Oooo, I'm a dork, i'm so insulted! Hey Mrs. Starsmore, if you're so
good at charades, how come you didn't get the idea when i started
pretending to play Russian roulette? Well?!?" Everett was almost
yelling now.
"Oh, so that's what you were doing! I thought you were trying to say
that you were finally were going to take a bath, then choose between
Gaia, Monet, and Jubilee!"
"I've had it!" Everett walked out of the room and nearly ran into a
puzzled Monet who just walked in.
"Ah never wanna talk to you again!" Paige glared and looked at Monet.
"And what do you want?!?"
Monet looked silently in awe at Paige for a second. "I was going to
inquire if you knew of any other nearby televisions on the premises."
Paige sighed. "Sorry Monet. Try finding Lee and Angelo. They went off
hunting earlier."
Monet flew out of the room. If she hurried, she might just make it.
Paige just shook her head. She had a terrible feeling that they might
not all live to see Monday.
------ day 1: 180 minutes, 55 seconds, 23 milliseconds ------
after the sorrowful passing of the tv
Jonothon slowly dragged the first amp up the basement stairs. He never
really fully realized how heavy it was. He was beginning to wonder if
maybe he should have asked Monet or Everett for help. Just as he
started to drag the heavy black box up another stair, he saw the very
person he was thinking of walk past.
~ 'ey mate. Wanna give me a 'and with this?~
Everett gave him a cold look that made Jonothon decide that maybe
Everett should be allowed a little *me* time.
~ Er... nevermind, I can handle this.~
"Fine then." Everett stalked off, ready to attack anything in his path.
Jonothon looked down the stairs, then back up. 8 more steps to go. He
took one hand off the amp to take off his jacket, when he heard the
wooden stair crack.
~Uh oh.~
The amp tumbled down the 4 stairs he had climbed in the past hour. The
good news was, the amp didn't break. Unfortunately, the stairs were
another matter. Jonothon shrugged and decided it was faulty
construction. He then grabbed the amp again and restarted his climb.
------ day 1: 180 minutes, 55 seconds, 26.7 milliseconds ------
after the heartbreaking passing of the tv
Monet stopped her flying as she spotted Jubilee and Angelo below her.
She gently landed on the bush nearby him.
"Well children, have either of you had any luck in your explorations?"
Angelo fiddled with a pile of scrap that Jubilee and himself had
collected from the old shed near the Mad River. Jubilee put down some
kind of wrench and face Monet.
"No luck Ms. Perfect Priss, but we're improvising."
Monet shook with fear. Anytime Jubilee used the word improvising, it
usually meant big trouble. She looked at Angelo.
"Well Princess, Jubecita and I need your help. I can handle most normal
electronics, but mosta this junk is Shi'ar. Which basically means that
you'll work with this, and I'll keep the goddess of Surge at bay. Es
bueno?" Angelo wiped his hands and looked at Monet.
"Sigh, well at least it will be for the benefit of all." She bent down
and started examining her materials. She felt Jubilee instantly start
breathing down her neck.
"Well M? Whatcha gonna do? Hey that could be a song! I know! I'll sing
to give you and Ange somethin' cool to listen to while you work. Bad
boys bad boys, whatcha gonna do? whatcha gonna do when they come for
you?" Jubilee started babbling on like usual. Angelo rolled his eyes.
"There but for the grace of God go I." Monet sighed and started wishing
she was autistic like Claudette.
------ day 1: 200 minutes, 34 seconds, 12.32 milliseconds ------
after the terrible, no good, very bad death of tv
Emma Frost weaved around the house, walking aimlessly. And if one
looked behind her, they would understand her plight.
"Honestly Sean, wouldnot you rather do something else rather than spend
your valuable time trailing me? Not that I don't want you around, I
just fear that you are putting your many talents to waste while I go
about my errands." She rolled her eyes. In short, she was tired of
hearing him babble and just wished he'd shut up, leave her alone, and
go buy a life. Maybe she could pawn him off on a student. No, she may
be bad, but she wasn't that evil.
"Nay Em. I've nothin' that needs my attention now. I was wonderin lass,
if maybe we could stop walkin about the school and we could sit down
and have a nice chat." Sean walked three inches behind her, and when
she abruptly stopped, he walked into her and nearly pushed her down.
That was it for Emma. That was the last straw. Forget being a new and
reformed person.
~Paige, would you please report to...~ Emma looked around where she
had finally ended up. ~To the library.~ A few seconds later Paige
appeared. Emma smiled. Paige would be the perfect one to play
babysitter to Sean. She always did try to do everything to please both
headmasters, and now she would have a WHOLE weekend to try and please
Sean.
"You called Ms. Frost?" Paige looked at her two teachers innocently.
She began to wonder if they had found out that when she was playing
Charades, she had accidentally broken the lamp when she was miming out
'Gone with the Wind'.
"Yes Ms. Guthrie. Since I regrettibly have to go to town, you will
have to stay and keep Mr. Cassidy company. Tah!" Ms. Frost ran out of
the room, giggling. Paige looked helplessly at Mr. Cassidy.
"Don't worry Lass, we'll have tons of fun."
------ day 1: 220 minutes, 19 seconds, and 4.8709 milliseconds ------
after the unbelievibly sad death of the tv
Everett walked to his room, still in an incredibly bad mood, when a
small green hand hit his arm.
"Tag! Leech says you it!"
Everett glared at Leech. "I am NOT playing any more games."
Artie peeked out from behind a door and looked sadly at Everett. He
projected an image of a very lonely Leech and Artie sitting in the
tree-house crying.
"I've had a really hard day. Please don't." Everett tried pleading
with the 4 sad little eyes staring at him. The two boys shrugged and
started to walk off when Jonothon appeared, pushing the second amp into
the living room. He stopped and looked at the little boys.
~ 'e really does wanna play. But 'e jus wants the two of you t'sit an'
play with him fer a while. Plus he wants t' 'ear all about today's
Power Rangers Lost Galaxy episode.~
The two boys perked up and attached themselves to Everett's legs.
"This is cause I wouldn't help you move that, isn't it?" Everett
gestured in the direction of the amp.
~Yup.~ Jonothon continued pushing towards the den. Everett sighed and
started trudging towards the biosphere.
------ day 1: 260 minutes, 23 seconds, 53.987123 milliseconds ------
after the heartbreaking passage of the tv
"Is it a tv yet?" Jubilee dangled from a tall oak, flipping through a
Sailormoon comic she had brought with her.
"Not yet Chica, I'm not sure if it ever will be."
Monet fiddled with a switch, then sat back on her feet. She had missed
her concert, and was now sitting and listening to Jubilee babble and
smelling Angelo's awful smoke.
"This machine is certifiably dead. I give in. Its not worth it." She
started up into the air. I'm going to go to town and stay in a nice
safe motel. I do not desire to be around while all of you babies maul
each other."
"Fraid of gettin' blood on your Gucci bag?" Jubilee swung down and
glared at Monet.
"Doubt she heard ya. Voy a fumar. Hasta luego." Angelo walked off
towards the woods.
"Great, so now what am I gonna do?" Jubilee looked at the comic in her
hands. ~Hmm, I bet I could write better than these people.~ Then she
got a brilliant idea. It was even more extraordinary than her idea to
build a tv. She was going to write an X-men fan fiction for one of
those archives. She thought about writing one about her team-members,
but nobody knows them. She smiled and ran back to her computer. She
couldn't wait to start her masterpiece.
------ day 1: 300 minutes (5 hours) and 29.067453 milliseconds ------
after the tragedy of losing the precious tv
Jonothon looked over his labors and determined that it was good. He
lifted his guitar and gently brushed his pick over the strings. As he
did, the vibrations shook the house. The windows flexed and the chairs
near one amp flipped over. All the other school residents stopped what
they were doing and looked up. Each dismissed it was an aftershock from
some far, far away dimensional rift; hey, this is the Marvel universe,
stuff like this isn't considered odd. Jonothon smiled and started his
song.
CRASH!
BANG!
SNAP!
CRUNCH!
He looked around. The windows were broken and the room was in shambles.
He hated to imagine what happened to the rest of the mansion. He left
behind his destroyed amps and ran out of the room with his guitar.
Maybe he could blame it on Penance...
------ day 1: 340 minutes and 29.067453567834 milliseconds ------
ding dong the tv's dead
"Guys please. I don't want to play! How about you two just sit in here
and play Street Fighter Alpha 2 on your Gameboys?" Everett pleaded with
the two rambuctious kids. Of course, it was no use pleading with ones
who have no mercy.
"No, can't catch Leech and Artie!" The two children continued to defy
the laws of gravity and bounce around the tiny tree house. It was then
that Everett snapped.
"THAT'S IT!" He used his 'aura' to grab the two living examples of gas
molecules and stuck them to the wall. He leapt out of the tree house,
(a 9 foot drop that might leave any normal person injured, but
remember, this is the Marvel world...) and ran back to the main
building.
Leech and Artie looked at the running boy, then at each other.
"Artie wanna play gameboy?"
The pink little boy nodded, and the two kids walked over to the toys on
the table and started playing.
------ day 1: 345 minutes, 1 second, 34.067434 milliseconds ------
after the unsettling death of tv
Emma Frost and Monet St. Croix walked through the Best Buy.
"I'm so glad I ran into you here. Monet, this is no laughing matter.
The fate of all the students depends on us. I lost the Hellions to
Fitzroy, I won't lose the others to a dead tv." Emma stopped in front
of a basic Sony tv.
"Yes, well, I just came in for batteries. Makes no difference to me
what happens to the X-babies. Once my training is finished, I will
continued on to more lofty ambitions than just being an 'X-man'."
Monet walked to an expensive large screen tv.
"Yes, well, for now they are your fellow students and team-mates. You
at least have to be a little concerned for their safety." Emma looked
at her. Monet shrugged.
"Whatever."
------ day 1: 345 minutes, 25 seconds, 4.98569256 milliseconds ------
after tv went bye-bye
Emplate watched from his everchanging vortex.
"Sir? The New Hellions are ready to attack your sisters and their
allies. There will be a bountiful feast tonight sir." DOA slipped into
the room, daring not to make a sound lest incur his master's wrath.
"Tell them to be at ease."
"Sir?"
"I SAID tell them to be at ease. The fools now are preparing to turn
against each other. We will wait. Perhaps tomorrow, after they have
all tired from their exploits, we will attack. Then they will be unable
to defend themselves." Emplate continued to stare into his vortex.
"Yes sir." DOA walked out. Best never to question the leader, for he
saw all and knew better than a lowly footman like himself.
------ day 1: 359 minutes, 6 seconds, 0.924526492 milliseconds ------
after tv abandoned them
Paige walked through the halls, being tailed by Mr. Cassidy. She was
beginning to think Ms. Frost had done this on purpose. As she walked
back into the den, she saw Jubilee sitting on the couch and giggling.
"What are you reading Lee?" Paige stopped. Maybe she could push Sean
off onto the team's youngest member.
"Just an X-men fan fic I wrote. Really good and graphic stuff."
Angelo walked in, takinge care to step over one of the two destroyed
amps. "Were the names changed to protect the innocent?"
Jubilee looked like her bubble had been popped. "Yeah." Then she
immediately perked back up again. "But its still good." Everett stalked
in barefoot and looking incredibly disgruntled. He stepped on a shard
of glass from one of the many broken windows.
"&$#@!" He yelled. Jonothon walked in and over to Jubilee. He put his
hands over her ears as Everett continued his tirade.
~Careful, little ears are listenin' mate.~
"Hey! I'm not little, I'm 13 and a half!"
Mr. Cassidy started in. "Now now ye lads an' lasses..."
"Ah got an idea! Since we're all together we can play Monopoly or
Scrabble..."
"Yeah right chica, one happy family..."
"I HATE BOARD GAMES! ESPECIALLY CHARADES!"
"Any peeps wanna read my fic?"
"Do any of ye know how the windows broke..."(Sean has never really
been that observant.)
~I think it was the twins...~
"You wrote a fan fic Jubecita? Is it in crayon..."
"Hey! If you weren't an unimaginative brat who tries to act like he's
so fine and nothin could bother him, maybe Ah woulda been able ta play
a decent, normal game with..."
"Shut up Ange! You wouldn't know good writing if..."
"Are ye sure lad, and why are the lot of ye yelling?"
"Oh please Paige, just end this! No one wants to play any..."
~It coulda been that a transdimensional rift momentarily opened in
our...~
------ day 1: 400 minutes, 16 seconds, 12.648646492 milliseconds ------
despues de el televisor va
The twins, better known as Penance now, watched the scene from a tree
branch close to one of the former windows. Seeing as how she only sat
and watched, one could only assume that Claudette was now in control of
the form. One can only wonder what she thought as the 5 students
quarreled, and the teacher sat staring in wonder. She sat motionless
for a while. She seemed hypnotized by the action occurring below.
Suddenly she leapt down and went running into the forest.
------ day 1: 401 minutes, 4 seconds, 14.4866512548 milliseconds ------
of torment and angst
No one would ever be sure who threw the first punch, but soon all the
present members of Generation X (excluding Sean, who had just realised
that much of the furniture was overturned and what might have once
been a pair of guitar amps were lying in shambles on the carpet.) No
one noticed as Monet flew in, carrying Ms. Frost under one arm and a
bulky box under the other.
Ms. Frost futilely tried to stop all of them telepathically. Then she
tried asking nicely. Finally she ended up screaming. By that time Mr.
Cassidy had started to realize his students were duking it out on the
floor.
"Ms. Frost, Mr. Cassidy? I believe I have a solution." Monet opened the
box, set up the tv, plugged it in, and turned it on in one fluid
motion. Instantly, the brawling stopped. The teens slowly walked to
the new glowing box. Paige simply wore a huge, goofy smile. Everett
pulled the busted chair cushion off his head and sat on the ground.
Jubilee put her precious story on the remnants of what used to be a
coffee table. Angelo flipped over a chair and sat down sighing happily.
Jonothon walked over to the new tv and hugged it.
"Hey, Brit, move, I can't see." Jubilee shifted positions and sprawled
out on the tipped couch. Jonothon promptly moved and stood against the
wall, still watching the new tv. Sean suddenly noticed another new
occurance.
"Em, Monet, when did the two of ye get back." The two rolled their
eyes.
"Sean, go watch the tv with the children." Emma led him to a beaten
pillow and made him sit down.
Monet gestured towards the destroyed room around them. "What do you
make of all this?"
Emma looked, then took everything in. "Either there was an
inter-dimensional planetary rift, or Jonothon decided to play his
guitar with the amps at full strength."
The two exchanged knowing glances.
"I'll go get a broom."
"I'll go get the Frost account credit card and give the Home Depot in
town a call."
The End.
