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Captured in Canada
(you know this won't end well)
Chapter 1 It was early, well early for Remy. He had been out all night, AGAIN and had one hell of a hangover. His head was throbbing so bad, it hurt to breath. If the pounding in his head wasn't bad enough, the pounding at door was only making it worse.
"G'day, Mate, it's 1 in the afternoon!" said the all too chipper Australian.
"F*%# off!" yelled Remy throwing a charged boot at the closed door.
BAM! (A huge scorch mark appeared on the metal door)
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"Sounds like Gambit's smashed again," said Mystique not looking up from her magazine.
"What else is new?" asked Mesmero as he read the arts and leisure section of the New York Times.
"He always goes overboard on Saturday nights," Pietro pointed out.
More explosions could be heard followed by the Aussie's Crocodile Hunter impression, "CRICKY!" (I know what you're thinking 'That was too easy', I don't deny that. On with the story.)
"Sometimes I think it would be easier if he just didn't come back one night," sighed Magneto.
"Then what vould we do for fun on Sunday afternoons other than draw numbers to see who gets to vake him up?" asked Peter not looking up from War and Peace (I have to apologize, I have no idea why this particular book keeps reappearing in every chapter, I guess only to retain that touch of classical elegance. Don't tell me I'm too late, right?).
"Life would be pretty boring without him," said Creed drinking a beer at the kitchenette table. Although he would never admit it, the kid was starting to grow on him, sort of.
CRASH! (Something heavy, like a piece of furniture went down)
BAM! BAM! BOOM! (more explosions)
"Sounds like the Aussie forgot about that spare deck Gambit keeps under his pillow, for just such an emergency" Wanda chimed in.
"Glad it's not me," said Pietro.
"You can say that again, Comrade," said Peter.
"Holy Shit, Mate, there's blood all over the sheets!"
No everyone's undivided attention was focused on the dark, hallway.
About a minute later the Aussie (what's his name?) was helping Remy down the hall. They could tell Remy was exhausted, he wasn't even attempting to put up a fight anymore. The Australian sat Remy down at the table and because he was a bit tipsy, so the Aussie held on to Remy's upper left arm to steady him.
As the grip on Remy's arm got tighter he started to wince, "Ah, le'go!", he tried to free his arm.
"Don't!" commanded Sabertooth taking out a pocket knife.
"Mon Dui!" yelled Remy as he tried to recoil, but to no avail.
"Sure, now you're awake," snickered the Aussie.
Victor taking control of Remy's arm sliced his sleeve open.
"Damn, Mate! What happened?"
"Uh . . ." it was hard for Remy to think in 'Hang-over mode', "really hot pizza?"
"Since when do you lay down on pizza?" interrogated Pietro.
"Gambit, don' tink dat be any yo' business!"
"Well, Mate, I don't see a cheese covered thong hanging out of your back pocket, is it in your room then?"
Everyone couldn't help, but laugh as Remy glared at the Aussie.
"And since when do you take gravel on your pizza?" asked Creed with a sneer.
"You were drag racing again?!" asked Wanda in disgust.
"Mystique, get a first-aid kit," ordered Magneto, "and with any luck we can get this meeting started."
Mystique reluctantly got up from her comfortable armchair and put down her magazine. Magneto got the meeting underway, at last, with the occasional interludes of Remy's whimpering as Mystique the stones out one at a time with rubber gloves and fine tweezers, while Creed steadied his arm. After the first few stones Remy started to pull away.
"Hold still!" said an annoyed Mystique.
"Don't make me hold you down like last time!" threatened Creed.
It was true. Last time Remy got injured Sabertooth had to pin him to the table to keep him from moving. He had to hold the back of Remy's neck down on the table to keep him from panicking every time Mystique came at him with a utensil. Truth be told treating Remy was worse than taking a neurotic dog to the vet.
"Just once I'd like to take you to a real hospital when yer bleedin', so I can watch you in action with a full team of ER techs." Creed teased.
That was it for Remy. He lurched to the right, sending a kitchen chair sailing into the back of the couch and nearly throwing both Sabertooth and Mystique off in the process.
"It was a joke, Kid!" said Victor as he pulled a hyperventilating Remy back into place at the table.
"If you insist on making those comments then hold him down!" said an exasperated Mystique.
By the time Mystique had finished bandaging the wound, Remy wasn't doing so well.
"There, all done," said Mystique to non-responsive Remy as she pulled off her now bloody latex gloves, "You're lucky it wasn't too deep. . . Gambit?"
"Kid?" Creed shook Remy's upper back.
Remy winced as his stomach wrenched. Maybe he shouldn't have had those last four rounds.
"Is there anything else?" Magneto asked as he winded the meeting down.
Sabertooth dragged Gambit's nearly limp body over to the sink. Mystique put the medical kit away, while Remy threw up in the sink.
"Well in that case, meeting adjourned," said Magneto looking over at Remy.
"It wouldn't be an end to a meeting if Gambit wasn't vomiting in the kitchen sink," said Wanda sarcastically.
Captured in Canada
(you know this won't end well)
Chapter 1 It was early, well early for Remy. He had been out all night, AGAIN and had one hell of a hangover. His head was throbbing so bad, it hurt to breath. If the pounding in his head wasn't bad enough, the pounding at door was only making it worse.
"G'day, Mate, it's 1 in the afternoon!" said the all too chipper Australian.
"F*%# off!" yelled Remy throwing a charged boot at the closed door.
BAM! (A huge scorch mark appeared on the metal door)
----------
"Sounds like Gambit's smashed again," said Mystique not looking up from her magazine.
"What else is new?" asked Mesmero as he read the arts and leisure section of the New York Times.
"He always goes overboard on Saturday nights," Pietro pointed out.
More explosions could be heard followed by the Aussie's Crocodile Hunter impression, "CRICKY!" (I know what you're thinking 'That was too easy', I don't deny that. On with the story.)
"Sometimes I think it would be easier if he just didn't come back one night," sighed Magneto.
"Then what vould we do for fun on Sunday afternoons other than draw numbers to see who gets to vake him up?" asked Peter not looking up from War and Peace (I have to apologize, I have no idea why this particular book keeps reappearing in every chapter, I guess only to retain that touch of classical elegance. Don't tell me I'm too late, right?).
"Life would be pretty boring without him," said Creed drinking a beer at the kitchenette table. Although he would never admit it, the kid was starting to grow on him, sort of.
CRASH! (Something heavy, like a piece of furniture went down)
BAM! BAM! BOOM! (more explosions)
"Sounds like the Aussie forgot about that spare deck Gambit keeps under his pillow, for just such an emergency" Wanda chimed in.
"Glad it's not me," said Pietro.
"You can say that again, Comrade," said Peter.
"Holy Shit, Mate, there's blood all over the sheets!"
No everyone's undivided attention was focused on the dark, hallway.
About a minute later the Aussie (what's his name?) was helping Remy down the hall. They could tell Remy was exhausted, he wasn't even attempting to put up a fight anymore. The Australian sat Remy down at the table and because he was a bit tipsy, so the Aussie held on to Remy's upper left arm to steady him.
As the grip on Remy's arm got tighter he started to wince, "Ah, le'go!", he tried to free his arm.
"Don't!" commanded Sabertooth taking out a pocket knife.
"Mon Dui!" yelled Remy as he tried to recoil, but to no avail.
"Sure, now you're awake," snickered the Aussie.
Victor taking control of Remy's arm sliced his sleeve open.
"Damn, Mate! What happened?"
"Uh . . ." it was hard for Remy to think in 'Hang-over mode', "really hot pizza?"
"Since when do you lay down on pizza?" interrogated Pietro.
"Gambit, don' tink dat be any yo' business!"
"Well, Mate, I don't see a cheese covered thong hanging out of your back pocket, is it in your room then?"
Everyone couldn't help, but laugh as Remy glared at the Aussie.
"And since when do you take gravel on your pizza?" asked Creed with a sneer.
"You were drag racing again?!" asked Wanda in disgust.
"Mystique, get a first-aid kit," ordered Magneto, "and with any luck we can get this meeting started."
Mystique reluctantly got up from her comfortable armchair and put down her magazine. Magneto got the meeting underway, at last, with the occasional interludes of Remy's whimpering as Mystique the stones out one at a time with rubber gloves and fine tweezers, while Creed steadied his arm. After the first few stones Remy started to pull away.
"Hold still!" said an annoyed Mystique.
"Don't make me hold you down like last time!" threatened Creed.
It was true. Last time Remy got injured Sabertooth had to pin him to the table to keep him from moving. He had to hold the back of Remy's neck down on the table to keep him from panicking every time Mystique came at him with a utensil. Truth be told treating Remy was worse than taking a neurotic dog to the vet.
"Just once I'd like to take you to a real hospital when yer bleedin', so I can watch you in action with a full team of ER techs." Creed teased.
That was it for Remy. He lurched to the right, sending a kitchen chair sailing into the back of the couch and nearly throwing both Sabertooth and Mystique off in the process.
"It was a joke, Kid!" said Victor as he pulled a hyperventilating Remy back into place at the table.
"If you insist on making those comments then hold him down!" said an exasperated Mystique.
By the time Mystique had finished bandaging the wound, Remy wasn't doing so well.
"There, all done," said Mystique to non-responsive Remy as she pulled off her now bloody latex gloves, "You're lucky it wasn't too deep. . . Gambit?"
"Kid?" Creed shook Remy's upper back.
Remy winced as his stomach wrenched. Maybe he shouldn't have had those last four rounds.
"Is there anything else?" Magneto asked as he winded the meeting down.
Sabertooth dragged Gambit's nearly limp body over to the sink. Mystique put the medical kit away, while Remy threw up in the sink.
"Well in that case, meeting adjourned," said Magneto looking over at Remy.
"It wouldn't be an end to a meeting if Gambit wasn't vomiting in the kitchen sink," said Wanda sarcastically.