"No, miz Rogue, I don' wanna!"
"Ya will, though. By god, you *will* take a bath! Now!"
"Dat is, if'n ya can catch me!" And a 7 year old Remy took off running to his dear friend Storms room.
Rogue sat down on one of the couch's occupying the X-Men's living room and put her face in her hands. They still hadn't figured it out. One morning, for no apparent reason, Gambit, Beast, and Nightcrawler had gone back to being... well, brats. Gambit and Nightcrawler were about 7, and Beast was maybe 12. They had their usual list of suspects (Sinister at the top, as usual) but so far they hadn't had any real breakthroughs. And it was driving the comparatively normal X-Men downright crazy.
"Ah feel sorry for that poor boys mother! How'd she do it?"
"Rogue, ya look pretty down. What's the matter? That cajun again?"
Rogue laughed in spite of herself. If he wasn't upsetting her as her boyfriend, he was upsetting her as the baby-sitter harrasser. "Well... to tell ya the truth... yeah."
"Figures", said Wolverine, as he took a seat beside her. She'd been spoiling young Remy, and he'd been eating it up. He was such a bad little kid, yet Rogue could never bring herself to punish him.
"Look", Logan started. He couldn't believe he was going to say this. He'd only offer this to Storm or Jubilee normally, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor girl. "You go out and have a good time with 'Ro and Jean. I'll watch 'em."
Rogue perked up, her eyes brightening. "Really? Ah mean, ya'd really do that for me?"
"'Course, girl." What was he doing. Mind control. It had to be.
"Thanks. Ah owe ya, big time. By the way, please don't hurt 'im. For me." She dried her tears and hugged him, carefully but tightly, and ran off to find Storm.
Logan just sat there, thinking upon what he'd just done. And it was his turn to cry.
**********
"Hey, daddio! I wanna sandwich. Smoked turkey and cheddar cheese, extra mayo, sliced diagonally."
Logan turned to face little Beast and gave him a look that would've killed anyone standing there, but not a 12-year-old boy. Not on his life.
"Look, Hank..."
"I hate my name. Call me Mark."
"The hell I will."
"Do it, Coyote!"
"Wolverine, you little slime-covered..."
"Non, non mon friend. I don' t'ink you should be sayin' anyt'ing to any a us right now, 'cause we kinda outnumber you by 2."
"And I outweigh you all by 200 pounds. Don't test me, bub, because the only thing keeping me from chopping you up is my promise to Rogue to not touch you."
"Ah, is dat so, homme?" A cruel grin crossed his face. "Dis go'n be funner dan I t'ought."
Before Logan could respond, a small child, accompanied by a *bamf* and the smell of sulfer, fell onto his shoulders.
"Get off, ya little rodent!"
Mini-Kurt held tight. "Vhee! This is more fun than I thought it could be, ja!"
Gambit cheered on while Beast decided to attack right alond side of Kurt.
"I swear, when this is all over...!"
Kurt grabbed "Mark" by the hand and *bamf*ed away, and Gambit took off running, laughing merrily.
Wolverine howled a pitiful, and also very angry, howl that echoed throughout the halls.
**********
"I t'ink he be gone, my friends."
"I don't know, ve did attack him pretty good. He looked very... mad."
"That is the understatement of the century, my dear boy!" Even though Hank was only about 5 years or so older than them, he always called them "My boy" or "Young one". But then, who can understand why blue, hairy 12-year-old boys do anything that they do?
I hand reached into the closet they were hiding in and grabbed Gambit by the ear.
"Ah! Le' go a me! Ya hurtin' poor Remy! And don' nobody like no hurt Remy." He whirled around and saw Rogue. Whoops.
"Wolverine had to call me. He said ya'll we're bein' the worst little kids he's ever seen. Look..." She looked down, "If ya'll promise ta behave, Ah'll take ya all out to Chuck E. Cheeses t'marrow night, deal?"
"It be, mon ami!"
"Okay, you be good and do what Logan says ta do, kay? And tell the other ta do the same too. If one a ya'll's bad, then none a ya'll's goin' ta get pizza."
"Yes'm, Remy understan' what you say'n."
"Good. I'll be back in a few hours. See ya later, my little one."
Remy just smiled his charming 7 year-old smile and said "I love you, Mama Rogue."
Rogue blushed and smiled and told him "Ah love ya too" and left Logan alone with the kids again. Gambit had no intention of behaving, pizza or none. He knew he could convince Mama Rogue to take him anyways. This was just the beginning.
It's short, and scatter-brained, I know, but whatcha gonna do? Review, petite betes! I love reviewers. And reviews. So do it!!! Plus, I'm gonna get some plot ideas for the story from my reviews.
"Ya will, though. By god, you *will* take a bath! Now!"
"Dat is, if'n ya can catch me!" And a 7 year old Remy took off running to his dear friend Storms room.
Rogue sat down on one of the couch's occupying the X-Men's living room and put her face in her hands. They still hadn't figured it out. One morning, for no apparent reason, Gambit, Beast, and Nightcrawler had gone back to being... well, brats. Gambit and Nightcrawler were about 7, and Beast was maybe 12. They had their usual list of suspects (Sinister at the top, as usual) but so far they hadn't had any real breakthroughs. And it was driving the comparatively normal X-Men downright crazy.
"Ah feel sorry for that poor boys mother! How'd she do it?"
"Rogue, ya look pretty down. What's the matter? That cajun again?"
Rogue laughed in spite of herself. If he wasn't upsetting her as her boyfriend, he was upsetting her as the baby-sitter harrasser. "Well... to tell ya the truth... yeah."
"Figures", said Wolverine, as he took a seat beside her. She'd been spoiling young Remy, and he'd been eating it up. He was such a bad little kid, yet Rogue could never bring herself to punish him.
"Look", Logan started. He couldn't believe he was going to say this. He'd only offer this to Storm or Jubilee normally, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor girl. "You go out and have a good time with 'Ro and Jean. I'll watch 'em."
Rogue perked up, her eyes brightening. "Really? Ah mean, ya'd really do that for me?"
"'Course, girl." What was he doing. Mind control. It had to be.
"Thanks. Ah owe ya, big time. By the way, please don't hurt 'im. For me." She dried her tears and hugged him, carefully but tightly, and ran off to find Storm.
Logan just sat there, thinking upon what he'd just done. And it was his turn to cry.
**********
"Hey, daddio! I wanna sandwich. Smoked turkey and cheddar cheese, extra mayo, sliced diagonally."
Logan turned to face little Beast and gave him a look that would've killed anyone standing there, but not a 12-year-old boy. Not on his life.
"Look, Hank..."
"I hate my name. Call me Mark."
"The hell I will."
"Do it, Coyote!"
"Wolverine, you little slime-covered..."
"Non, non mon friend. I don' t'ink you should be sayin' anyt'ing to any a us right now, 'cause we kinda outnumber you by 2."
"And I outweigh you all by 200 pounds. Don't test me, bub, because the only thing keeping me from chopping you up is my promise to Rogue to not touch you."
"Ah, is dat so, homme?" A cruel grin crossed his face. "Dis go'n be funner dan I t'ought."
Before Logan could respond, a small child, accompanied by a *bamf* and the smell of sulfer, fell onto his shoulders.
"Get off, ya little rodent!"
Mini-Kurt held tight. "Vhee! This is more fun than I thought it could be, ja!"
Gambit cheered on while Beast decided to attack right alond side of Kurt.
"I swear, when this is all over...!"
Kurt grabbed "Mark" by the hand and *bamf*ed away, and Gambit took off running, laughing merrily.
Wolverine howled a pitiful, and also very angry, howl that echoed throughout the halls.
**********
"I t'ink he be gone, my friends."
"I don't know, ve did attack him pretty good. He looked very... mad."
"That is the understatement of the century, my dear boy!" Even though Hank was only about 5 years or so older than them, he always called them "My boy" or "Young one". But then, who can understand why blue, hairy 12-year-old boys do anything that they do?
I hand reached into the closet they were hiding in and grabbed Gambit by the ear.
"Ah! Le' go a me! Ya hurtin' poor Remy! And don' nobody like no hurt Remy." He whirled around and saw Rogue. Whoops.
"Wolverine had to call me. He said ya'll we're bein' the worst little kids he's ever seen. Look..." She looked down, "If ya'll promise ta behave, Ah'll take ya all out to Chuck E. Cheeses t'marrow night, deal?"
"It be, mon ami!"
"Okay, you be good and do what Logan says ta do, kay? And tell the other ta do the same too. If one a ya'll's bad, then none a ya'll's goin' ta get pizza."
"Yes'm, Remy understan' what you say'n."
"Good. I'll be back in a few hours. See ya later, my little one."
Remy just smiled his charming 7 year-old smile and said "I love you, Mama Rogue."
Rogue blushed and smiled and told him "Ah love ya too" and left Logan alone with the kids again. Gambit had no intention of behaving, pizza or none. He knew he could convince Mama Rogue to take him anyways. This was just the beginning.
It's short, and scatter-brained, I know, but whatcha gonna do? Review, petite betes! I love reviewers. And reviews. So do it!!! Plus, I'm gonna get some plot ideas for the story from my reviews.