Subject: [x-fiction] FIC: Island in the Sun Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2001 10:02:58 -0700 (PDT) From: Blu Island in the Sun No angst, sex, or bondage, here folks. ;-) Just a short sillyfic I wrote in pseudo-reply to the Island challenge posted a while back. ***** "So, tell me again, 'Ro - just how did we come to be on this island?" A raised brow and a slurp of daiquiri from Kitty Pryde is all Ororo Munroe gets with the question. "Well, I think that we were on a cruise; we went swimming; the cruise boat left us. Something like that." She takes a slurp from her drink, as well, and lays her head back on the chair. 11 o'clock sun beats down on them. Fine beads of perspiration cover the cocoa skin of Ororo. Kitty looks slightly less flattering, her pale white skin already starting a slight burn and a few unsightly marks showing up here and there, but all in all, they make quite an impressive sight. One would never know they were shipwrecked. "Then how is it we have these chairs - these drinks?" "We found them?" "Where?" Ororo gives a shrug. "Does it matter? We should be thankful for our good fortune, that we can still enjoy a vacation. At least this island isn't plagued by evil hordes of demons and ancient temples dedicated to destroying the world. Just us - and the sun." "An island in the sun," Kitty muses to herself, then gives a wry chuckle. "Ha! You're right, 'Ro. We should be glad. Except," she pauses, putting one slender index finger to her pursed lips and creasing her brow in thought. "How are we going to be rescued?" Ororo huffs. "Kitty, please." "I know, I know! I'm sorry. I shouldn't think about those things - I should just enjoy it and yada yada yada. But being lost in outer space for 8 months will do that to a person, you know. I kind of learned that direction is a necessity in life." "Well not right now it isn't. I've had enough direction in my life to last me 4 of them over again. Let's just relax." Kitty is silent. Ororo rests in the sun, dark glasses over her eyes, drink in hand. Kitty watches the ocean surf come in and then retreat again, over and over. The flat waves brush against the sands of the shore in an endless hiss of tropical steam and cool breeze. Behind them, small trees rustle. All that washed ashore with them was a red cooler and two sun chairs. "At least there aren't any boys here." "What?" "You know. They'd be all goofy and try to make a raft or something and be heroic and have us rescued." "Hmmm." "Scott would bark out orders - and of course WE would have to pull all the trees together. Then Hank would invent something somehow and we'd suddenly have a yacht equipped with full kitchen and bath. Warren could be the scout. Nightcrawler could catch those fat little pigs we've seen running around here." "Hey what about me!?" "Well - 'Ro you're not a man." "I control the weather." "Hmmm. Well I guess that's true. So ok. You'd be giving us heavy winds to blow us off from here in our 5-star liner." A pause. "And then?" Kitty looks out at the ocean. "And then we'd just go back to our lives and save the world all over again." She's frowned. Suddenly she bursts out into laughter, high and melodic. "You're right! Why should I care!? Let's just enjoy this. Besides ... I think I saw some dark-skinned natives up on the mountain." "When!?" "Oh I dunno. This morning when I was peeing. I think he was watching me. I know I was watching him. How bout our luck, 'Ro? Stuck on an island in the sun, with nothing on it but us, some pigs, coconuts, alcohol, and lots of men clad in loin-cloths? Ha!" ~