And the messes never end II

[BEAST]

Hank busied himself in his work, not paying attention to what was being said as much as to what they did. He knew that the Hellions had little respect for him, but it didn't phase him too much. It was like asking for the respect of Dr. Doom or Sabretooth. The feeling on many levels was mutual for Hank in regards to the team. Though Emma was certainly a dear friend to him that he could call even his closest friend, Hank favored Scott's Corsairs much more.

He had just finished the last of the paperwork when he heard Rumble complaining about leaving. "Of course you can go Mr. Van Alstyne, just take these three times a day, preferably morning, noon and evening. I should also inform you not to drive while taking these and alcohol is not recommended. With that said, here you are." Hank placed the bottle of white pills on the table next to Rumble. "And I will see you in three days for a check up. Enjoy yourselves tonight," he said in an almost pleasant voice as he dismissed them. Despite the fact that Rumble was rather irritating, it was worth dealing with him to see him so bloodied up in one day.

He glanced over at Frostbite briefly before returning to his work. That young lady may be in way over her head so to speak. The Hellions are not an easy bunch, he thought to himself before proceeding to organize his papers.

[Emma Frost]

Walking into the Med Lab, a quick stop to see how her once star pupil and still favorite Hellion was recovering, before heading on her way to the Cerebra chamber to update some files Emma overheard the last remark by the Doctor. "Wow a full day already, or so I have been told... And you all have plans for the evening too?"

A seductive stride in her stiletto heeled boots, as that was the only kind of step on could take in such wonderfully agonizing footwear, her hips rolling as her heels stabbed the floor. She walked over to take a closer look at Hank's handy work. Lifting his face up to look at him, her soft hand firmly wrapped around his chin she raised an eyebrow as she spoke into his mind ~Pretty as you've ever been my dangerous, dear, sweet, boy~. "Hmmm nice work Doctor. Your attention to detail never ceases to amaze me, I dare say he's even angelic from the right angle."

She smiled at Rumble, a twisted smile that let him know she still cared, even though he might think the whole world was against him. She released his chin rather roughly, as he always did seem to respond to Emma best when she dominated him. There was something about the boy who had grown into the beautiful young man before her that she had always adored. "I hope you do take care of yourself Brock, you are still a student of mine and above all I care." she looked at the other Hellions and Frostbite then, apparently just at that moment noticing they were there. An act she put on for Rumble's sake again to stroke his ego.

"Oh well look who is here with you Rumble. I suppose It would be foolish to remind any of you that you have classes tomorrow. I'm ever so sure you know what would happen should you not attend." the look in her eyes meant business. She treated them all differently as was required, knowing each student better than they knew themselves at times. A threat here an ego stroke there, Emma played the children for all she was worth when she had to. In dealing with her Hellions, the little monsters that she had made and unmade only to remake again in another slightly less volatile form, she was at the top of her game.

"Lorelai dear, so I see you've made some new friends...hmmm, please don't be out too late. I know Kurt wont appreciate your first day on his team to be spent half asleep." She looked over at Rose and Norrison, a knowing look on her face. "And you two owe me papers still, so I don't want any more excuses, but I suppose you're old enough to know about consequences so you do what you will. I wouldn't be able to stop you anyway, right? I trained you too well." She was proud of her team after all, they were her own and she had virtually raised them since they were adolescents. Glancing back to Beast she winked at him.

[Frostbite]

Hearing the possibility of needing a fake ID Lorelai smirked and looked at Machete amusedly. They got the hook ups too, wow. This is freaking crazy, but I am so not complaining, she thought as she looked to Rumble as he went on about Aideen. She couldn't help shaking her head a little as she knew how useless anything he would do would be in the case of trying to get Aideen. Although he was a force to be reckoned with so was Aideen, and from everything she had heard in regards to her it was something the Corsair wanted nothing of. Then again, it was what Rumble chose to do and it obviously always worked out so well. It was a lost cause, but he looked like he had fun even if it didn't work. Whatever, to each their own, even if it does land them in the med lab daily.

Lorelai continued smirking as she was again referred to as a nurse as Beast gave Rumble his medication. How funny I might have just gotten myself into a full time job without pay. Although... her thoughts trailing off as she glanced at him putting on his jeans. Screw being jealous of not getting to freak Ian first. If I get lucky here, I'll have gotten much better. The clacking of heels turned her attention to the door where she saw Emma come in and go up to Rumble. She rested her elbows on her thighs as she watched the headmistress speak to them all. When she herself was addressed, Lorelai's smirk deepened a little as she nodded. "Yesm Miss Frost, don't worry. I'm sure I won't disappoint," she answered, giving her a flash of a smile before watching her talk to her team.

[Inflict]

Inflict just grinned and threw Emma a single nod. "By your command, my Queen." he teased her, he would probably pay for the quip later in team practice, but he had to, just had to, say it. It was so perfectly set up. "And yes, Ms. Frost...you have trained us well enough. Some here might say too well" He looked directly at Beast as he said the last part of his comment.

It was no secret that many of the teachers had issues with her Hellions. The Hellions themselves considered it a badge of honor to be hated and even feared as they were, Norrison most of all. As Captain of the team he was especially proud of Brock today. He knew where the line was drawn, but it didn't stop him from enjoying the reactions every single time Brock pushed his luck. "Don't worry though, I'll take good care of everybody...He's not driving" Inflict said pointing to Brock "she'll be home early" he said pointing to Lorelai "and we'll have our papers done and handed in to you first thing in the morning." Emma didn't need to read his mind, in fact everyone in the Med Lab knew that Norrison was lying through his perfectly straight teeth.

He knew Brock hated to be a passenger, and he was planning on getting drunk enough himself to not care who drove home. "Yeah we'll take my new van." Inflict had a thing for luxury vans. This latest was a Mercedes, and it was totally tricked out and stretched. It was a monster with quad duelies in the back and all eight of the wheels were hooked up with a positronic differential. The first time Norrison had punched it the thing almost flipped over backwards on itself. The interior was insane and the sound system would make ears bleed it was so awesome, but the best feature by far was the two fold away twin beds that could be hooked up as bunk style beds for two couples or one huge bed for an orgy.

[Machete]

Rose gave her famous poisonous smile, that by a glance people knew she was up to no good. "Don't worry Ms. Frost, we'll be good. Angels actually," she said with blinking angelically as her hand slipped into Norrison's back pocket. Rose knew the drill and she knew it as well as the other Hellions. Emma knew that her Hellion's were as close to Angelic as the Corsairs were to Demonic. Rose went with the pleasantries, false as they may be. A lot had changed with the Hellions since they got to the Land of the Righteous and Do-gooders, but whenever they got together, the world became their playground and they did what they wanted only suffering consequences if Emma got wind of it and disapproved.

Rose shared a look with Norrison and Brock, holding back a knowing smirk. "We should probably get to working on those reports baby," she said to Norrison and looked up at him, her purple eyes conveying their message clearly. "We should go and start 'studying' soon before dinner," Rose said with a smirk at him before looking angelically at her team leader. Emma taught her everything about being an empowered woman and just from watching her she knew how to use her natural seductiveness to her advantage. And she was damn good at it.

[RUMBLE]

Brock smirked was as dangerous and proud as ever at the sight of Emma Frost. If he had to pick one person that he actually had any ounce of respect for, it'd be the White Queen, though more Pre-One Eyed Dork. He liked how she knew just how to cultivate his nature and how hot she looked doing it. Brock was positive that he'd give her all the more trouble if she wasn't so easy on the eyes and wore those barely there outfits. Brock was her favorite, and he knew it, giving him all the more reason to do as he pleased without caring that his leader's boy toy wasn't happy about it. His smirk only deepened at the sound of her voice in his head.

"We gotcha Ms. Frost. We won't cause any trouble, just like Inflict said," Brock said giving his own input to the little string of lies that the Hellions chorused. They all knew Emma knew it, and everyone else in the room. "You know I'll be fine, I got my own little nurse now," he added still smirking at the team leader, glancing briefly at Lorelai.

He got his shoes on and grabbed the bottle of pills stuffing it in his pockets. "Yea I got loads of homework and all, especially for your class Fuzzy," Brock said not caring that Emma didn't care for that sort of thing. He'd take all she could dish as usual at every practice without complaint. It was a private joke for the Hellions, since every time Brock handed an assignment to Beast, it was a drawing of someone wearing him as a fur coat or something else equally inappropriate. Brock didn't care, he had no reason to give a damn about anything other than his own amusement. That's how it always was, and it wasn't going to change for anyone.