Author's Note: Okay, this is my first attempt at a fic. It may turn into
a Rietro, I haven't really decided. Two disclaimers: this is my
interpretation of what it's like in Rogue's head after she touches someone,
it may not be 100% accurate, and I haven't seen "Bada Bing, Bada Boom" so
my version of Tabby may be OOC, it's kinda based on the versions of Tabby
I've read here. Oh, and I didn't bother to try and type accents, so just
use your imagination. Try not to flame me, I'm a sensitive soul, but if
you've gotta, I'll try to take it like a man. Woman. Chunk of asbestos.
Whatever.
"This would be perfect if I only had popcorn," Tabby sighed contentedly, chin in her hands as she watched the action like a sit-com. She glanced over her shoulder as she heard someone talking, saying v's where w's should've been, and leapt up.
"Blue!" she hissed, waving him over. Kurt bid Bobby goodbye, looked around, and then 'ported next to Tabby.
"What's up, Tabs?" he managed to get out before she glomped onto him.
"Just engaging in my most very favorite spectator sport," she said, sitting back down on the bleachers with one arm slung over Kurt's shoulders and pointing out onto the soccer field. "You don't have any popcorn do ya?"
Out on the field, Rogue and Pietro were having it out. It had become a pretty regular extracurricular activity for both of them, as well as Tabby. The exact point of origin was unclear, but it had definitely escalated to new heights. A few minutes earlier, Pietro had whisked through the girls' locker room during Rogue's 7th period gym class, snatching her bra while she was in the showers. In its place, he left behind a little note written in her own black lipstick. "Kisses, my sweet! Love," and there he drew a tiny lightning bolt. She had stormed from the locker room- not before doing her makeup, of course- hair dripping wet, and hunted him down. The showdown took place on the soccer field, like all the others before it, but this time, Tabby had a front row seat. Now, Pietro and Rogue stood nose to nose snarling at each other.
"What are they arguing about?" Kurt asked. Tabby giggled and shrugged.
"Damned if I know, Blue, he's talkin' too fast and her accent's too thick. God, they're so cute when they're mad."
"I don't know if this is such a good idea, Tabby, they're awfully close together."
"Ah, you worry too much, Kurt."
Before Tabby was halfway through her sentence, Pietro was moving, zipping around too fast for any of them to see. Rogue snarled in outrage at whatever he did and slapped him, knowing that he'd be in front of her again eventually. What none of them expected was for skin to touch skin.
"Oh hell," Kurt said softly, then grabbed Tabby's wrist and bamfed over to the field, reappearing next to Rogue and Pietro as the speed demon hit the ground. "Schwester, are you all right?" Kurt asked. The expression on Rogue's face was a small war between horrified and annoyed.
"Damnlittlespeeddemondon'tknowwhatthehellhethinkshe'sdoingforgodssakes
why'dhetakemydamnunderwearthisisn'tfriggin'camp!"
Kurt held up his hand to stop her tirade, then turned to Tabitha. Well, looked down at Tabitha, who was rolling on the ground laughing.
"Oh my god, and I thought they were hard to understand apart. Jeeze, stripes, what I wouldn't give to be able to see into your head right now…"
"Tabby, knock it off, please? This is serious! Pietro's out cold."
"Ah, Quickie deserved it, the little punk. Check it out," she said, and plucked two leather gloves from Quicksilver's limp hands. "He yoinked stripes' gloves before she smacked him. Smooth one, jackass!" Tabby crowed, elbowing Pietro in the ribs. All three were startled when he actually responded.
"Thanks a lot, Tabs."
"You're awake?!" Kurt cried. "That can't be possible! Maybe you didn't really touch him, Rogue, maybe you just hit him and knocked him out- "
"IwishKurtbuttherewascontactIpromisegoddamnitMaximoffgetthehellouttamy head!" Rogue shouted. She'd absorbed his memories, just like every other person she'd ever laid hands on, and now his voice was chattering away in her head, but unlike the others, it was much, much more annoying.
"She touched me all right," Pietro said at pace sluggish for him.
"Top o' the mornin' Quickie. Speedy recovery," Tabby giggled.
"Oh, ten points for Captain Observation. I'm faster than you, hello? I do everything faster. Including make comebacks from playing tag with the Queen of the Damned over there."
"Ioughtakillyourighthereandnowyouidiotic-" Rogue shouted at ninety miles a second. Pietro glared and grinned at the same time.
"How's your head, Rogue? Any new voices?"
Rogue's jaw dropped. Pietro slapped his leg as she stomped her foot and screamed.
"Beautiful! Now I get to annoy you without even trying, and you can't get rid of me! That's priceless. I wish I could hear your internal dialogue right now!"
"It'll go away in a day or two," Kurt said to no one in particular, handing Rogue her gloves. Pietro stood up and dusted himself off.
"Is that so? Well, sleep tight then Rogue,trytoenjoythebenefitsofmy personalitywhileyoucan!" Pietro said, his voice accelerating as he recovered.
"Don'tcountonityouhyperlittlefreak!" she snarled.
"Look who's talking!" crowed Tabby.
"Ooh," Pietro replied. "You'rekindasexywhenyoutalkallspeedylikethat. Well,Igottago,placestogo, peopletosee," Pietro blinked out of their view, moving to stand over Rogue's shoulder.
"Sweetdreams,stripes," he whispered in her ear, and was gone.
Tabby sighed, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Ah," she said, getting the last few giggles out of her system. "Good times."
"This would be perfect if I only had popcorn," Tabby sighed contentedly, chin in her hands as she watched the action like a sit-com. She glanced over her shoulder as she heard someone talking, saying v's where w's should've been, and leapt up.
"Blue!" she hissed, waving him over. Kurt bid Bobby goodbye, looked around, and then 'ported next to Tabby.
"What's up, Tabs?" he managed to get out before she glomped onto him.
"Just engaging in my most very favorite spectator sport," she said, sitting back down on the bleachers with one arm slung over Kurt's shoulders and pointing out onto the soccer field. "You don't have any popcorn do ya?"
Out on the field, Rogue and Pietro were having it out. It had become a pretty regular extracurricular activity for both of them, as well as Tabby. The exact point of origin was unclear, but it had definitely escalated to new heights. A few minutes earlier, Pietro had whisked through the girls' locker room during Rogue's 7th period gym class, snatching her bra while she was in the showers. In its place, he left behind a little note written in her own black lipstick. "Kisses, my sweet! Love," and there he drew a tiny lightning bolt. She had stormed from the locker room- not before doing her makeup, of course- hair dripping wet, and hunted him down. The showdown took place on the soccer field, like all the others before it, but this time, Tabby had a front row seat. Now, Pietro and Rogue stood nose to nose snarling at each other.
"What are they arguing about?" Kurt asked. Tabby giggled and shrugged.
"Damned if I know, Blue, he's talkin' too fast and her accent's too thick. God, they're so cute when they're mad."
"I don't know if this is such a good idea, Tabby, they're awfully close together."
"Ah, you worry too much, Kurt."
Before Tabby was halfway through her sentence, Pietro was moving, zipping around too fast for any of them to see. Rogue snarled in outrage at whatever he did and slapped him, knowing that he'd be in front of her again eventually. What none of them expected was for skin to touch skin.
"Oh hell," Kurt said softly, then grabbed Tabby's wrist and bamfed over to the field, reappearing next to Rogue and Pietro as the speed demon hit the ground. "Schwester, are you all right?" Kurt asked. The expression on Rogue's face was a small war between horrified and annoyed.
"Damnlittlespeeddemondon'tknowwhatthehellhethinkshe'sdoingforgodssakes
why'dhetakemydamnunderwearthisisn'tfriggin'camp!"
Kurt held up his hand to stop her tirade, then turned to Tabitha. Well, looked down at Tabitha, who was rolling on the ground laughing.
"Oh my god, and I thought they were hard to understand apart. Jeeze, stripes, what I wouldn't give to be able to see into your head right now…"
"Tabby, knock it off, please? This is serious! Pietro's out cold."
"Ah, Quickie deserved it, the little punk. Check it out," she said, and plucked two leather gloves from Quicksilver's limp hands. "He yoinked stripes' gloves before she smacked him. Smooth one, jackass!" Tabby crowed, elbowing Pietro in the ribs. All three were startled when he actually responded.
"Thanks a lot, Tabs."
"You're awake?!" Kurt cried. "That can't be possible! Maybe you didn't really touch him, Rogue, maybe you just hit him and knocked him out- "
"IwishKurtbuttherewascontactIpromisegoddamnitMaximoffgetthehellouttamy head!" Rogue shouted. She'd absorbed his memories, just like every other person she'd ever laid hands on, and now his voice was chattering away in her head, but unlike the others, it was much, much more annoying.
"She touched me all right," Pietro said at pace sluggish for him.
"Top o' the mornin' Quickie. Speedy recovery," Tabby giggled.
"Oh, ten points for Captain Observation. I'm faster than you, hello? I do everything faster. Including make comebacks from playing tag with the Queen of the Damned over there."
"Ioughtakillyourighthereandnowyouidiotic-" Rogue shouted at ninety miles a second. Pietro glared and grinned at the same time.
"How's your head, Rogue? Any new voices?"
Rogue's jaw dropped. Pietro slapped his leg as she stomped her foot and screamed.
"Beautiful! Now I get to annoy you without even trying, and you can't get rid of me! That's priceless. I wish I could hear your internal dialogue right now!"
"It'll go away in a day or two," Kurt said to no one in particular, handing Rogue her gloves. Pietro stood up and dusted himself off.
"Is that so? Well, sleep tight then Rogue,trytoenjoythebenefitsofmy personalitywhileyoucan!" Pietro said, his voice accelerating as he recovered.
"Don'tcountonityouhyperlittlefreak!" she snarled.
"Look who's talking!" crowed Tabby.
"Ooh," Pietro replied. "You'rekindasexywhenyoutalkallspeedylikethat. Well,Igottago,placestogo, peopletosee," Pietro blinked out of their view, moving to stand over Rogue's shoulder.
"Sweetdreams,stripes," he whispered in her ear, and was gone.
Tabby sighed, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Ah," she said, getting the last few giggles out of her system. "Good times."
