Untitled Group Fic composed by members of the Gambit and Storm Group on Yahoo
Contributing Authors:
Macbeth, Ace, Te, Virtued Legacy, and Bastet
All chapters are labled to their respective authors.
Storyline is original to said authors. However characters belong to Marvel and are used for entertainment only. Perfectly soap opera ish- when you get this many authors on the bandwagon, it gives Days of Our Lives a run for it's money ;)
Enjoy!
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Group Fic
Chapter 1 by Macbeth
-Is everything out there? - Ororo asked Jean as the redhead entered the room in a hurry.
-Yes, all the flowers are set, and the guys have just finished putting up the gazebo…
-Good-The Kenyan former-goddess stated as she made the last adjustments to the bride's dress.
-Is Remy ready yet? -Asked Rogue, or better Anna Marie soon-to-be-Lebeau, from inside her white wedding gown.
-Yes, he is, for more than an hour, actually…He's making a hole on the ground from all the pacing back and forth…-Jean stated, picking up Ororo´s task as the later went looking for the bouquet. -Do we have everything here? Let's see, something old, something blue, what about something borrowed?
-We got that already…-Said the bride pointing at Storm's ruby, which adorned the deep cleavage of the gown.
As Rogue nervously double-checked every stitch in her garments, Jean followed with concerned eyes Ororo´s motions through the room as she proceeded with her duties of bridesmaid. For some reason she couldn't keep from thinking that maybe Rogue had more than one purpose on choosing Storm for the role. Even though no one but herself had ever realized what was underneath the eternal ice on the surface, Rogue was miles away from being stupid. The resident daughter of the south must have felt something was off. Something had always been off in that arrangement, really…
Ororo in her lilac bridesmaid dress making the final adjustments to Rogue's wedding gown in the day of her marriage to the Cajun charmer was the biggest irony Jean could think of. The telepath shook her head, mentally reprimanding herself…. In any way, Anna-Marie was the one the Cajun loved…he was, after all marrying her, an event everyone had always somehow expected, even with all their ups and downs…Finally the dress was all set. Rogue got down from the little stool placed in front of the full-body mirror and turned to them:
-So, how do I look?
-You look lovely-Said Jean with her usual gentle tone.
-Ororo, what do you think? - The southern belle asked, noticing the weather witch was quiet.
-You really do look lovely…-Ororo smiled flatly- but I can't find the bouquet…
-It must be in your room, I'll…
-No I'll go.
With a pained look in her green pupils, Jean nodded at her friend knowingly.
-Ok, then…take your time, we're early anyway…
Meanwhile in the garden, Remy stood silently by the red-carpeted space where the chairs were set under the mild April sun, fidgeting his sweaty hands, visibly tense. So visibly, in fact, that Kurt could notice it all the way from the ten feet that separated them. Crossing the red patch the German approached him gently:
-You look nervous, my friend… why don't you have a glass of water and sit down for a while; we still have some time ahead of us…
-Non, merci mon ami. I don't need no water...-the Cajun drawled a couple of octaves under his usual energetic tone, shoving his hands in his pockets.
-It is ok to be nervous, Remy…
-I know…
-Just keep thinking that by the end of the day Rogue will finally be your wife…
-I'm thinking about that… Believe me, there's no other thing in my mind right now…-Unconsciously he frowned his brow and lifted a hand to his neck loosening up the tie, that for some odd reason was beginning to suffocate him.
-Want some help with that? -Smiled Kurt
-No, thanks, I'm fine… Excuse me…-he returned to the mansion, passing by the many x-men and x-students that gathered helping with the last arrangements, leaving a slightly amused Nightcrawler behind. As Kurt benevolently shook his head at how nervous a groom-to-be could get before the ceremony, the Cajun made his way inside the house, feeling something oppress his chest like a load of lead he had carried from way to long. He had to drop it, before it broke his spine once for all.
Ororo closed the door, and leant her back against it. Shutting her eyes, she let out a deep breath, relaxed as much as the tight corset that gave the dress structure allowed her to and tried to concentrate on the last preparations she had ahead of her. Keep your mind busy now, and get the blues later, she told herself in the same manner she used to comfort her students when they got nervous about an upcoming test. Stepping away from the door, she ran her hands down her dress, smoothing any wrinkle that could be visible in the lilac satin.
"That is plain ridiculous of me, like I never seen it coming…so, let me see, where is this damned bouquet after all?"
-Stormy? -A well-known dusky baritone voice called from behind her.
-Remy? -She turned to see the Cajun in his perfectly tailored tuxedo that made him look even taller than his haughty 6 feet; his hair was still somehow wild, despite the products and clean cut, but for once in a lifetime, he was perfectly shaved.
-Scott and Warren did a good job on you. You even look like a proper groom…-She let out, trying to sound playful.
- You're looking pretty fine; yourself…-He smiled down at her without much energy-Lilac becomes you…
-Thank you…bridesmaid dresses are usually so hideous; fortunately Jean managed to convince Rogue to let us choose our own dresses…-she said, forcing a smile- your tie…
-What's about it?
-Is a bit loose…here I got it-She said fixing his tie properly in place -there, you are…
-How are things in there? -He asked absently, more interested in the fluid movements of her perfectly manicured fingers and the floral scent of her hair, curled up in a French twist, ornate with lavender-white magnolias.
-She's almost ready…you should be waiting outside…
-I kinda had something important I needed to say…
-You cannot talk to her right now, you know that- She gently interrupted him, as her hands fixed his lapels, the warm feel of his chest under the dark fabric torturing her. -You will have plenty of time to be with each other later…
He bit his lower lip, drawing in a gust of air.
-Actually it was you I wanted to talk to…