Chapter 3

Roommates!?

Storm stepped out of her car, smiling at the large building before her. Indeed it was huge, but amazingly built. It wasn't often that she took such pleasures as spas and treatments, but Ororo had to admit she could definitely see herself relaxing here. It was simply stunning!

"Ororo Munroe!" a voice called out, startling Storm from her reverie. She turned her attention to a beautiful blonde woman in the typical masseuse uniform.

"Yes, I am, Ororo Munroe." Storm held out her hand for the woman to shake, wondering if she'd met this person before. It wasn't often she forgot faces, but it happened sometimes, and she was pretty sure she had never seen the woman before her.

"Emma Frost," she introduced in a rather cocky tone. "Don't tell me you forgot me!"

"Emma!?" Ororo exclaimed in disbelief. Now that she looked at her, though, she did resemble the arrogant blonde woman that had corrupted Rogue to the dark side, figuratively speaking of course.

"That's right. Rogue told me you were coming and asked me to give you the whole nine yards!"

"Really?" Ororo frowned. That little sneak! Rogue knew she would accept all along!

"That's right!" Emma smiled and leaned closer. "Don't worry, honey, you're in good hands.

"Uh...thanks?"

Storm wasn't too sure what to think of this. Emma's hair, usually long and styled elegantly, was shorter and up in a messy bun. Also, the white-haired woman never expected to see her in a working uniform, much less in a masseuse outfit, but apparently she really had changed. Just like she said she was going to do when she left the mansion.

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"Welcome t' th' Flamingo Spa!" Rogue said as they pulled up to the large white building. It was truly beautiful, though only the women truly appreciated the architecture of a building. The men were too busy wondering how they were going to go into a spa and still keep their manhood safe.

"Why don' y' filles go on in, eh?" Remy suggested. "Scooter, Johnny-boy, an' Remy got some t'ings t' discuss."

"If ya say so, sugah," Rogue agreed with a shrug. She kissed Remy's cheek, grabbed her bags and his, and walked inside with Amara and Jean following close behind, awing and oohing at everything they saw.

When the girls were out of earshot, Remy turned to face the men huddled around him.

"What're we gonna do, mate?" John asked immediately. "We can't go into a spa. We're men! M-E-N!"

"Now that we know you can spell..." Scott muttered dryly. "I think we know our gender well enough."

John glared at Scott, but Remy interrupted before an argument could break out. Not that he wouldn't mind being entertained by watching the two opposites go at it, but his chere didn't like waiting too long, and plus they had a very important matter to discuss.

"We need an excuse," Remy said simply. "Somet'in' dat, should we be caught, will get us outta a whole mess o' trouble. Namely, questions surroundin' our manliness."

"He's right," Scott sighed. "Any suggestions?"

"We could say we're there for the Sheilas!" Pyro grinned.

"Great idea!" Scott said mockingly. "I'd rather keep my manhood where it is, thanks."

"Scooter's right," Remy grimaced, much as Amara had earlier, though this time it was only teasingly and not because he actually hated saying such a thing. At least, Scott didn't think it was because he hated agreeing with the younger man. "Rogue would castrate dis Cajun if he said somet'in' like dat."

"Yeah, Amara would too..." Pyro's grin left as he realized this. As playful as his woman was, Amara could get extremely jealous, and it wasn't always the other girl she took her anger out on. He winced remembering the last time he'd flirted with a girl when their relationship was still fairly new. He hadn't been able to look at fire the same way for a week!

"Alright, how about this?" Scott suggested. "We were dragged here by our girlfriends or else no sex for the next few months."

"Dat works..." Remy mused.

"Yeah, bu' I didn' know you were gettin' some from Red!" Pyro crowed. "Wha's she like? Borin' I'll bet."

"I'm not!" Scott glared at the blond pyromaniac. "Jean and I are waiting 'til the right time."

"In other words, Jean's not puttin' out 'til she's got a ring on her finger." Remy looked at Scott knowingly while the teen hung his head.

"Yeah, that's about it," he admitted sullenly. Hey, he might have been more of a gentleman than most guys his age, but he was still a guy!

"Remy! What a pleasant surprise! Rogue said you all were here!" a blonde woman called, walking towards them with a slight smile that looked rather arrogant in Scott's opinion.

"Emma." Remy nodded in greeting. The blonde smirked as she came to a stop, but her attention was solely on Scott.

"And who is this?" she asked flirtatiously, wrapping her arms around his neck. Scott felt his face heat up, a sign that he was blushing, and gently pushed her away from him. The blonde, Emma Remy had called her, pouted but didn't grab him again, something Scott was immensely grateful for.

"Dis is Scott Summers," Remy introduced. "He just arrived at da mansion a few months ago. Scooter, dis be Emma Frost, a friend o' Rogue's an' a former X-woman."

"Oh, it's nice to meet you!" Scott said with a smile. He held out his hand, but yanked it back when Emma chuckled huskily and rubbed circles on his palm with her thumb.

"You too, Cutie, you too."

"Uh, yeah..." Scott couldn't help but be reminded strongly of Rogue in that moment, and he wondered if maybe this was where the southerner had gotten her flirtatious behavior from. Emma seemed to be quite the charmer, though she made him rather nervous with the way she was looking at him.

Pyro raised a brow. He didn't know Emma well, as she had left a few months after his arrival, but from what he remembered she hadn't been the type to flirt with just anybody. Rather, she had been arrogant and self-loving, willing to put down anyone that didn't fit her criteria. But thinking about Amara, John had to admit that the woman did have her good points.

"Anyway, I'll show you to your rooms," she said, leading the men away. They followed behind silently, looking around the large building. It really was nice in here, not that any of the guys would admit it aloud. They would just be signing away their manhood if they did!

"Look like y' done good f'r y'self," Remy commented finally, breaking the silence that had surrounded them. Emma looked over her shoulder and grinned at the trio.

"I never expected to find myself actually working, but I have to admit I like it here." Emma turned back around.

"She's rich," Pyro whispered when Scott raised a questioning brow. "Filthy rich."

"Oh," Scott mumbled his understanding.

Finally, they came to a stop. Emma grinned, her eyes once again resting on Scott. "The girls are inside," she told them, pointing to the room across from her. "I've already told them where Ororo's and Logan's room will be, so we can finally get this plan underway! Oh, it's been so long..." she mused, practically dancing away from the group of males.

"Eh?"

"Emma's a matchmaker too," Remy answered Scott's unspoken question.

"Oh...Remy, you said Emma was Rogue's friend, right?"

"Oui, why?"

"I was just wondering...How many connections does Rogue have?"

Remy just shook his head and smirked.

"Trust me, Scooter, y' don' wanna know."

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Logan pulled to a stop in front of the large building. He grunted at the architecture, admitting silently that whoever designed and built it knew what they were doing. Kicking down the kickstand on his bike, he climbed off and shouldered his duffel bag. The bar was closed on weekends, so he would have to wait until tomorrow before he could check it out.

His nose scrunched when he smelled all the artificial scents. Honestly, why did women insist on wearing this stuff again? It smelled horrible – to him anyway. Though, he supposed to someone with ordinary senses, it was some of the best smells they'd ever scented. In his opinion, natural was the way to go. If there was one thing he could admit about Ororo, though never aloud, it was that she always smelled natural, not at all fake like most women.

"Logan!" a woman's voice greeted him, and he grunted as he saw a familiar blonde walking towards him. He would never forget that smell, or that voice. "Emma, what're you doin' here?" he grunted, not really interested in knowing why the rich, conceited woman was present.

"Silly Logan, did you not notice the outfit?" Emma gestured to the white uniform. "I work here!"

Logan growled at her when she called him 'silly', but he resisted the urge to stick his claws through her chest. Emma had always annoyed him, but her powers were useful. Besides, if she happened to turn into crystal when he tried impaling her, it would probably do more damage to his claws than to her body. That wasn't a theory Logan wanted to test.

"Anyway, I was told you were coming here by Remy," Emma said with a smile. "I can assure you, the cage fights are exactly as he described them."

Logan raised a brow. "You never struck me as the type ta watch cage fightin'," he grunted. Emma let out a high pitched giggle that made the beastly man cringe.

"Silly Logan," she said again, earning herself another growl. "I don't watch such savage things! My ex-boyfriend did though, hence why he's my ex now, and that was one of his favorite places. But enough about me, I'm afraid we're crowded, so you'll have to share a room with one of our customers. I've already informed her of this, and she assured me it would be fine."

Logan snorted. He should've known a plan from the Cajun would turn out to be a bad idea. He was already here though, and he didn't particularly care for the idea of driving all the way back to Bayville. He grunted his agreement, and Emma grinned widely, showing off her perfect teeth.

"Great! Follow me."

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Storm was humming to herself when the knock came. Curious as to who would knock, and wondering if perhaps her roommate had arrived, she put on her best smile and opened the door. The smile quickly faded when she saw who was on the other side.

"Wolverine?"

"Storm?"

The two pointed at each other, silent for several minutes before...

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"

In their rooms, the matchmakers laughed. It seemed Ororo and Logan had just learned who they would be rooming with during their stay.

A/N's:

Emma will be highly OOC. I was going to make it another OC, but I don't really like creating them all that much, so I decided against it. Besides, Emma will play a much bigger role in the next installment to the series.