a/n: right, so. I'm a terrible person, I need to be lynched, but don't hate me forever because the next five chapters are drafted and just need to be edited and posted.
Wow, it's been aaaages since I've been on here, sorry guys. Life caught up with me, and I started working (gasp!). Like, in a five-day-a-week-9-5-job. Scary.
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The phone rings once before a woman who sounds like a cartoon character picks up.
"Buzzline, Alexi Darling speaking!"
"Hello, it's Warren Worthington."
It's surprising how quickly silence descends over the line when he says that.
"Mr. Worthington?" Alexi squeaked slightly, taken completely by surprise.
"Yes." He replied calmly, and Alexi seemed to find her tongue again.
"Hello! Was there something wrong with the interview- I told Mark not to cut it like that, I thought there should be some different things, but you know Mark! Never listens! After all-"
"No, there was nothing wrong with it." Warren interrupted for the sake of his ears, and his sanity. "Actually, I was wondering if I could speak to Mark."
Alexi sounded like she'd choked on her tongue.
"Oh- well, no, he's not here. I can try and dig his home number up from-"
"No, thank you" Warren interrupted again. "Can you just ask him to call me about our contract when he gets in? Tell him I was very impressed."
"Contract? He didn't say anything about a contract-"
"Well, he wouldn't have, it's confidential."
"Oh. Well, Mark is still under contract with Buzzline for-"
"I am aware of that." The finality in Warren's tone seemed to keep her quiet. He decided to get out before she got her voice back. "Just pass the message on, he'll know what I'm referring to. Thank you." He said curtly and hung up. Leaning back in his office chair, fingers touching in front of him, Warren smiled to himself, hitting rewind on the remote in front of him to watch the interview again. He was glad everything seemed to have come back together. The footage was quite impressive, and he would have his documentary made by capable hands.
Picking up the phone again, he dialed the mansion to talk to Jean.
Kitty had been sitting by the television in the den, watching the interview over and over again since it had aired. People had been in and out, curious to see what has caused so much commotion. She was rewinding the tape for the third or fourth time, trying to figure out what had been cut, when the phone rang. Reaching her hand out to pick it up, she answered it, eyes never leaving the screen.
"Xavier Insitute." She intoned, knowing if anyone was calling this number that they knew who they were calling, but one could never be too careful.
"Kitty?" Warren guessed. With the kids growing up, they were all starting to sound different, and slightly similar. She replied with a cheery hello, so he continued.
"How is everything? Jean was telling me you've all been doing a media study lately- Is it going well?" He missed talking to the kids, and missed being able to walk around the mansion with his wings out, and have more people try and tickle them than stare in shock.
"Well it wasn't until your interview!" Kitty squealed. It was a little strange seeing Warren on T.V. and talking to him at the same time. "How much did you pay Buzzline to put a positive spin on Mutants? Oh, and when are you coming for another visit, I know you're really busy, but all us kids miss you."
Warren looked down at his lap, feeling a lump form in his throat.
"Actually, I didn't pay them anything," he muttered, unsure if he was offended or embaressed Kitty would think that.
"I'd like to come soon, I should have some time over the next week," he offered, glad to hear they missed him too. Glancing up at the door, he checked to make sure no businessmen were lurking to hear his conversation with a squealing girl.
"Who saw the interview?"
"You didn't?" Kitty said surprised, without giving him the chance to reply. "Oh My God! It's so great! You should totally do more interviews with them!" She paused the interview and rolled her shoulders, tense from sitting so long. "Um, I dunno..." she said hesitantly. "Jean saw it, and the Professor. I think Hank and Scott were going to take a look at it. All the kids doing the media project saw it, Ro sat us all down to deconstruct it and stuff...why?" She smiled to herself, glad that Warren was coming for a visit soon. They were always exciting, and it was refreshing to see another adult that didn't double as thier teacher.
"I'll have to see what they thought." Warren smiled, Kitty's excitement refreshing. "I'm glad to hear everything's going well. If I have time later today I'll drop by, alright? But I have to be back for a possible meeting tomorrow. I have exciting news."
"Today?" Kitty shrieked. She bounced up and down on the couch a couple of times, a smile growing on her face. "News? Come on Warren, can't you tell me the news now, I promise I won't tell anyone else," she wheedled. She wanted to know now...Kitty was horrible with waiting. Had he found something new out with his research? No, that was impossible, Hank and Jean were working on the same study, anything he knew they would know as well...
"Really, I swear I won't say a word, just tell me."
Warren's smile widened. He could picture Kitty bouncing up and down on the couch excitedly.
"I'll be over in a few hours, Kitty. You'll find out then. Goodbye..." He elongated the last word teasingly, not actually intending on hanging up yet.
"Wait!" Kitty cried in the phone. "Come on Warren," she whined. "Just a little hint. "Is it something for the mansion?" Glancing out the window, she saw the sun was setting outside and most of the younger children were finishing dinner and winding down for bed. "How late are you going to get here, jeeze, everyone I'll be asleep--" Unless-- "Is it something us kids can't see?"
Warren glanced at the clock. He hadn't realized it was already bordering on eight o'clock. The day had flown by- absolutely no pun intended.
"Sort of- You'll be able to see it eventually. And I suppose you can always hear at the breakfast table if you have to go to bed before I get there," he jested. "But it is most definately something for the mansion- something I hope will be very good for it.
"Hey!" Kitty said indignantly. "I didn't say I was going to bed." She thought about what else he'd said. Whatever it was, it obviously wasn't going to materialize right away. "Is it a new wing?" She asked hesitantly. She knew the professor had spoken recently of the evergrowing mutant popultion, especially between the ages of 12 and 19, and Warren was always practical with his gifts.
"No, although that would make an excellent Christmas present..." He mused. "Unfortunatly, it's nothing that direct for the mansion. More for it's inhabitants- and don't get too excited, it's nothing you get to keep." He added, trying to dissuade Kitty's excitement about a 'gift', in the technical sense. He hoped they would be as excited about this as he would- Hearing a knock on the door, Warren quickly turned his attention back to the phone.
"Kitty- I've got to go, business calls. See you in a few hours?"
"Alright, see you in a few hours." She said dejectedly, still wondering just what he could possibly be bringing. "Should I tell the Professor you're coming, or is that a surprise too?"
"No, you can tell him. See you then Kitty- goodbye." Hanging up, he turned to face the figure in the doorway, mentally cringing at the suited figure. Deciding he didn't want to deal with this, he stood, gathering a few papers on his desk into a pile.
"Father- Hello. I was just leaving."
"Warren." The young Worthington looked up questioningly, face a picture of naive innocence masked in stone as he moved to the door. His father raised an eyebrow- the eyebrow Warren knew well- and Warren braced himself for a lecture. Perhaps he wouldn't make it to the mansion before the hellish hours of the morning after all.