Hi, me again with another random story that just popped into my head. Once again, the characters, universe, etc belong to Marvel and the WB, not me. Okay? Okay.
Pairings: Kurt/Kitty, Remy/Rogue, Scott/Jean, Logan/Ororo, Bobby/OC, Piotr/X-23
SETTING: In the future compared to the actual series. All the kids have grown up and in most cases have kids of their own. They are in the mansion but there are actual students there as well so areas the students would commonly go are out for places to sleep because what teacher wants their students to know they've been couched?
The thief crept quietly towards his target. It was rare that harming a person was involved in his stealing escapades but sometimes there was just no way around it and when there was no way around it, he had proven himself a very capable opponent. Tonight was one of those nights when there was no way around it. He was well armed for this battle and his opponent was unsuspecting, gently snoring on the couch. Real snoring too, by now he could tell when someone was faking. As he came up behind his rival, his grip tightened on his weapon and then he let loose.
"Ow, vhat vas zat for!" a cry jumped into the night as his opponent sprang to life. Yellow eyes gleamed in the dark, quickly finding the thief, or former thief as the case may have been, and glaring hard. "Give me zat."
"Non. You t'ink Ah be dumb enough to give it up jus' like dat?"
"Vell, you vere stupid enough to hit someone in the dark who can see better zan you," he reasoned.
"Ah jus' wanted some company and mah chere isn't willin' ta have me as company tonight."
"I'm very sorry for you," Kurt answered dryly. "Now vill you let me go back to sleep?"
"Although now Ah've got ta wonder what you're doin' down here," Remy went on, ignoring Kurt. "Did ya have a bit of a spat with a certain kitty-cat yourself?"
"Zat is none of your business," he sighed, pulling the pillow away from Remy and shoving it over his head before lying down.
"Ah see Ah've found a sore spot," Remy laughed. Kurt ignored him.
"Fine, fine. Remy can take a hint." He reached down. "But you can't take muh pillow," he said, grabbing both his and the one Kurt had to begin with and settling down on the other couch. Kurt grumbled as he sat up.
"Give it back. I just vant to go to sleep."
"Non. Now I'm gettin' comfortable."
"Vith my pillow," he said, standing over Remy.
"Muhn now."
"Remy," Kurt growled, baring his teeth.
"Ah tried ta be friendly but den you jus' took muh pillow and didn' listen ta me anymore so Ah'm not gonna be friendly." Kurt yanked hard on his pillow and stormed back over to the other couch, sitting down.
"Fine zen. I vill listen to you talk."
"What if Ah don' want ta anymore?" Remy asked, getting up and tearing the pillow from Kurt again.
"Zen you should give me my pillow and go to sleep," Kurt argued, teleporting to where Remy was, grabbing his pillow, and teleporting back.
"What if Ah need two pillows ta sleep?"
"Zen you should have thought of zat before you made Rogue angry."
"Like Ah meant ta make muh chere angry," Remy huffed. "Are you sayin' dat you meant ta make Kitty angry?"
"At least ve don't get into fights every ozer minute," Kurt insisted.
"At least-"
"Does this mean both the couches are taken?" someone said, as the light flashed on, blinding both the Cajun and the German. They both glared at the man who had just walked into the room.
"Yes, it does," Remy told Scott plainly.
"You got into a fight vith Jean?" Kurt asked him. Scott sank onto the same couch Kurt was now sitting on.
"Yes," he sighed.
"You're in good company. Rogue and Ah got in ta a bit o' a fight ourselves."
"Like that's news," Scott said with a vague snort. Remy glared.
"Well apparently Kurt and Kitty got in ta a fight as well," he added.
"I never said dat," Kurt reminded.
"Did you?" Scott asked. Kurt sighed and nodded.
"I do not understand entirely vhat is going on but she just vould not listen. I blame it on hormones," he decided.
"Somebody shoulda thought a bit more before knocking her up again, huh elf," came a gruff fourth voice. "Scoot over Gumbo."
"Don' ya have your own room, Wolverine?" Remy asked as he reluctantly agreed.
"Chuck was gonna give me one of the guest rooms when I first stopped by but then decided to save it when 'Ro was willin' to share hers. Wishin' I hadn't taken her up on it now," he grimaced before taking a sip from the can in his hands and made a sickened face. "Damn school. Can't get anything better than Mountain Dew except from the stash up in my room and I can't go in there or I'm bound to get electrocuted."
"Better dan bein' dropped into the pool in your underwear durin' February."
"It's still January," Kurt reminded him. "February was the second to last time."
"Third to last actually. But dat one was under completely different circumstances dan the other two."
"It's not when yer bones are made of metal," Logan growled interrupting Kurt and Remy.
"At least you've never been threatened to believe you're a perpetual girl of thirteen," Scott said with a shiver.
"You win, homme," Remy told him. "Unless Kurt's got somethin' better."
"I don't vish to share in dis game," he sighed. "I only vanted to sleep until someone interrupted," he said, glaring at Remy again.
"You wanted to sleep too? Geez, there's a whole gang up tonight," Bobby said with a yawn as he entered.
"Hey, at least your girl isn't a mutant," Scott told him.
"You missed out on the stories," Remy filled him in. Bobby nodded and leaned back in the armchair.
"I don't know. She can still make some pretty big threats. Hair dryers, de-humidifiers…" Bobby shook as he drifted off his train of thought.
"What were you even fighting about?" Scott asked.
"I'm not even really sure. She told me I-"
"Should know by now?" Kurt supplied.
"That's the one," Bobby and Scott sighed.
"Better than one starting, 'we need to talk'," Logan growled. Bobby and Scott nodded so hard they looked about ready to sit on someone's dashboard.
"Vomen!" Kurt exclaimed, throwing up his hands. Then they all looked at Remy.
"Ya don' wanna know what Remy and his chere were fightin' about," he said, hanging his head. "Well, most definitely her brother and Logan don' want ta know." Logan growled and Kurt looked down at his feet.
"So we are not the only ones fighting then?" a thick voice asked.
"You and Laura too?" Bobby asked Piotr. The large man sat down on the floor.
"Yes, we are fighting as well."
"Vhat about?" Kurt asked. Piotr rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as he looked down.
"Apparently I do not put the towels away like I am supposed to but she is the one who leaves dishes in the room," he said slightly bitterly.
"At least you got an explanation," Scott sighed, "instead of just a look and the threat of- well, I already said it." Piotr gave him a strange look
"It'd scare you too much, bub," Logan told him. "You don't want to ask him." Piotr looked plain frightened.
"So how is this going to work?" Bobby asked.
"How is what going to work?" Piotr replied.
"Sleep. I'd assume we all want some and since we've been booted to the couch…"
"Kurt and Ah were here first," Remy said stubbornly.
"Fair enough," Logan grunted. "I think I'm goin' to go to the library. There's a couch there anyway." He then turned and left.
"Chair is mine," Bobby chimed. Piotr and Scott looked at each other unsurely. They were the only two left.
"Wait a minute," Piotr spoke up. "Isn't there a guest room open on the second floor with two beds?" Remy's eyes alighted before Scott hurried from the room. Kurt had already stolen back his pillow and Remy's and had one over his ears. He had stopped listening. Bobby was flipping through channels on a quiet television and not paying attention. So the two former Acolytes were left in a stare down.
"Fine, you can have it," Remy sighed. "You're bigger and wouldn't fit on the couch anyway."
"Thank you," Piotr said graciously and began to leave when Logan came back into the room.
"The library's locked."
"So we're still short a place for everyone ta sleep?" Remy asked.
"I guess," he shrugged offhandedly. "But that's where the girl's are. And they're talkin' about us." Piotr, Remy, and Logan exchanged glances before shooting out of the room with Bobby and Kurt in tow.
"Remy vhat is going on? I just vant to sleep!"
"Piotr, come on, what gives? Did you not see what was on TV? There was an infomercial for a walk in freezer for only 19.95 a month. 19.95!"
"I've seen it. You'd be paying for five-hundred months, Icicle," Logan grunted at him. Remy shoved Kurt into Logan.
"Ah'm goin' ta go get Scott."
So, I tried my hand at accents this time. My spell check went nuts. Would it have been better to just write normally?
Anyway, there's one, possibly two other chapters to this. The next one has the girl's perspective. The last one, well, I'm not sure if I'm going to write it or not so I won't tell.
As always, reviews make me happy. Please? I have an inflammation in my chest and it will make me feel better. Okay so I don't feel that bad and it's treatable with ibuprofen but still I shall use it to review beg! Ha! Um…pretend you didn't read that.