Disclaimer- Wow, these things get old quick. All of the characters of Excalibur and the like are Marvel’s characters and not mine, but this story is copyrighted to me. This is just for fun, so don’t sue! AN AMERICAN DENTIST IN LONDON Prologue: Sports and Harrison Ford "You wot?!" Pete Wisdom asked in blank disbelief. "Wot do you want to do Kitty?!" "What’s so surprising about visiting a dentist, Pete?" I inquired, running my hands through my hair. "Moira may be one of the world’s most renowned physicists, but she’s hardly a dentist, least of all with this Legacy Virus stuff to keep her constantly busy." "Besides," Meggan commented, "it’ll give you and Brian a chance to get to know each other better!" "That’s exactly what I’m bleetin worried about!" Pete exasperated. "I don’t need to know the bloody testosterone pumper!" Meggan frowned slightly, used to Pete’s general rude attitude but disliking the reference to her lover. I, on the other hand, had no such demeanor. I scowled at Pete for being so rude to my friend, especially since he knew how sensitive Meggan was about Brian. "Pete!" I growled, glaring at him. Sometimes he felt like she could see right through him, he told her once, and she made sure that this was one of those times. "All right, all right, Pryde," Pete agreed. "But only because that bloody wanker is back for a short time!" "That’s more like it, Pete," I scowled. "So, we’ll be leaving tomorrow, first thing in the morning! We’re thinking of making a day of it!" I grinned in enthusiasm while Pete frowned at the thought of waking up with the sun. "And it’s been sooooo long since we last saw Brian!" I turned to Meggan who was thinking of her lover. Brian’s decision to take a leave of absence had upset her, even thought she understood, and she still missed him greatly. I grabbed Meggan around the shoulders. "So, let’s go make you up, girlfriend!" Meggan’s lonely, blank stare lightened up at the thought of a make-over. "And, we could watch some of those movies we’ve been neglecting! We’ll make an all-nighter out of it!" I grinned and gestured in enthusiasm. Meggan’s mood lifted greatly. "Great," Pete sighed, barely keeping up behind them. "Just bloody great." Casting a grin and look back at Pete, I devilishly looked into Meggan’s eyes. "And we can finally compare notes on Brian and Pete!" We ran off giggling, leaving Pete standing in the middle of the hallway with his mouth open. *** "Surprise!" Kitty gleefully giggled, knocking on Rahne’s door. Rahne opened it a while later in her bathrobe and with her hair a mess. "I’m sorry, Kitty, but I was takin wee nap," Rahne apologized. "I did nae mean to take so long." "Don’t be silly, Rahney!" Kitty waved her hand at her. "Besides, Meggan and I have quite a night planned!" "Oh, I do nae know.I do have that mission tomorrow morning." Rahne cast her doubtful eyes across her floor. "Oh, posh!" Kitty exclaimed. "We won’t be staying up that late! Besides, you guys aren’t leaving until after you drop us off, remember? You’ll get to sleep in more than we will!" Rahne was still unconvinced. "Oh, Rahne, c’mon. Besides, we hardly get a chance to spend time together!" I grinned. "Make-overs and chick flicks!!" Kitty added. Slowly a grin spread across Rahne’s face and she gave in, rolling her eyes. "Okay!" *** "Do you mean to say that you are planning a football match with me and Comrade Russian? Do you know what that bleetin wanker could do to me in a football match?!" I complained. "That’s why we’re matching you up on his team, so we can keep the teams evenly matched. Douglock and I one on team, and you and Peter on the other," Kurt explained. "Why are we doing this anyway?" Pete complained. "Kurt has explained to me that this exercise is going to be run for training purposes," Douglock spoke up. "Training purposes?" I whined. "This particular match is going to be a quote-un-quote ‘powers match.’" Douglock. "We’re usin our mutant powers?" I voiced. "Yep!" Kurt jovially said. "We’ll be doing this particular exercise in training in one of Moira’s lab where our powers should properly contained. It’s an old lab where all the equipment has been cleared out but the lab itself is pretty durable." Kurt heartily patted me on the back. "So, get ready, and meet me us in the kitchen in half an hour!" *** Looking up from my work, I noticed the intercom buzzing. Pushing the button, I answered, "Yes?" "Moira! How nice to see you!" Kitty’s face appeared on the intercom. "So, what are you up to tonight?" "Kitty, I do nae know what we’ve got planned f’r me, but I can nae do it. I’ve got to do me work!" I protested. "Moira!" Kitty pushed her hair out of her hairs. "You and I both know that you are only human and that you need rest! If you keep pushing yourself like this, you’ll collapse!" "Well, I doubt whatever you have planned will involve me sleepin’!" I shouted. "Well, actually, we were planning on doing some make-overs, watching some movies, making some snacks. C’mon Moira! Come have fun! Besides, you’ll have the entire lab to yourself all day tomorrow!" I nodded in disagreement. "Kitty, ye’ll do nae such thing with me involved!" "Moira! I don’t see why you’re arguing with me! You’ve been at this all night and day for the past two days! Do you think we don’t notice how hard you work and how much of a strain it puts on you?" Kitty argued. "Kitty," taking off my glasses, I replied, "it’s not just my work I’m doing here. I’m fighting for my life, too." "Moira," Kitty cooed, her features changing from the heated argument to this sensitive moment. "That is exactly why we want you out of that lab. We want to talk to you, we haven’t talked in, in decades! C’mon Moira! It’ll be fun! Let your hair down!" Kitty grinned. "Besides, we’re watching Regarding Henry, with Harrison Ford!" Feeling a grin creep up on me, I gave in. "You’re right. I haven’t had a break in a long time, and I need to relax," I confessed. I also had not yet had the chance to talk to them about the Legacy Virus yet. And the Harrison Ford ploy was practically unbeatable. "Just let me get some coffee in me veins and some stuff from me room! I’ll be up in yuir room in a jiff! *** "Comrade Douglock! Is our football match nearly ready to begin?" Peter Rasputin walked into the kitchen. "Yes, Peter, it is. But first, I have one query," I wondered out loud. "From my memories I can discern football, but from the equipment Kurt and I have it does not match my definition of football. Why is that?" "Well, Douglock, there’s a good reason for that! Ye bleedin Americans are screwin every’tin up, including sports!" Pete Wisdom. "For some odd reason, you wankers call it football soccer and you call soccer football. You’ve got it backwards!" "So, Douglock," Kurt interrupted, taking over, "basically, European Football is what is known to the Americans as soccer. Do you remember soccer?" "Yes, I do. Thank you very much for explaining this to me," I thanked. Nodding, Kurt headed down the hall. "Down here and three doors on the right," Kurt pointed, "and we’ll be at our ‘field’!" "What are the teams, Kurt?" I queried. "The teams, Douglock, are going to be me and you kicking these worthless guy’s butts!" Kurt bragged. "Yeah, roit! Maybe ye’ve never seen me play football, Kurt, but that doesn’t mean you should be so foolish as for you to think that you might win!" Pete bragged. "Besides, comrade," Peter pointed out, "clearly, we are the better team!" A high-five in the air confirmed Peter’s and Pete’s decision. "Maybe so, but do not forget, this is a powers-on match, meaning we are all encouraged to use our powers. Just don’t make a hole in the wall," Kurt addressed. I opened the door and walked through, Kurt following, and then Peter and Pete. "Right there, is your goal, and over here is ours. Everybody get in their places. Douglock, take the goal!" With a look and a nod, Peter decided to take to the defensive. "Right, then! Let’s begin!" Kurt stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled. *** "All right, make-up, movies, popcorn, cookies, soda, what else am I forgetting?" I wondered. "Lady Moira?" Rahne worried. "Not to worry, Rahne, I’m sure she’ll be here soon," Meggan comforted. "Besides, if she doesn’t come soon I’ll just hunt her down and phase her up here!" I grinned, trying to make sure everything and everyone would be perfect. "I think that’s everything!" A brief knock on the door resulted in Rahne leaping up, out of her chair, and flying to the door, nearly ripping it off it’s hinges. "Lady Moira!" she exclaimed, jumping at her and hugging her. "Rahne! Hello!" Moira exclaimed, flustered. She crouched in the doorway, bags under her red eyes, in dirty sweats with a cup of coffee in her hand. "Oh, that’s what I forgot!" I exclaimed, seeing her cup. Grabbing it, I replaced it with one of the cups I had made earlier. "Here you go Moira, here’s some real coffee instead of that usual stuff you have." I handed her the real cup of coffee and smiled. "I like my coffee!" Moira pouted. "Moira, that stuff will kill you," Meggan grinned. Rahne giggled. "Fine," Moira sighed, sitting down at the nearest chair. She found everyone staring at her. "Well, what is it?" "You’re first!" Rahne explained. "For what?" Moira asked. "Make-over!" the three of us answered her happily. *** Elsewhere, Friends of Humanity were discussing some not very friendly things.