Author Note(s): Hello. Currently, there is a poll on my profile regarding who should get with who. With every chapter, the pairings with the least amount of votes will be deleted. This will continue until we reach the final four. There will be no double pairings, but I will take into account these thoughts and make love triangles. Okay. Yeah. Go vote.
I do not own X-Men: Evolution.
A nice sunny day was the condition of Bayville that summer day. Everyone was out enjoying except for one person. Audrey Rasputin. She stood by the window, watching everyone else play basketball. She placed her hands on her sleeved arms, pulling her purple jacket closer to her body. She reached for the curtain to close it when a certain Cajun took notice. The brash man that he was, he was playing the game without a shirt on and torn, old jean shorts. He winked at her and she glowered, thrusting the curtains shut. She turned to head back up to her and her sister's room when the door opened.
"Chere? Why don' you join us?" Philippe asked. Audrey rolled her eyes, tucking the strand of hair that was always in her face behind her ear.
"Cause, Philippe, I fergot ta get sunscreen," Audrey told him. "I'm fresh oud. Sides, ya'll are gonna be oud fer a while. I can'd be oud thad long." Philippe chuckled and moved closer, catching her arm as she moved to go up the stairs. She reacted quickly, grabbing his arm and swinging him against a wall. He rubbed his head and smirked at her.
"Didn' know ya liked it rough, cherie," he teased lightly.
"Yer impossible," Audrey growled, walking past him.
"What's wrong wit' comin' out wit'out sunscreen?" Philippe asked, following her. Audrey rolled her eyes again, that stubborn bunch of hair falling in her face again.
"Cause Cajun, I'm shadow," she said. "Sun bad fer me. Did id gehd in yer mind ye'?"
"I'll go buy ya some, chere," Philippe told her sincerely. "Y'like bein' outside." Audrey paused and looked at him questioningly. She rubbed her covered arm, unsure.
"I was gonna waid fer an overcas' day," she muttered. Philippe shook his head, tilting her head up so she was looking him in the eye.
"Chere, y' jus gonna torture yourself if ya do dat," he said. He watched her blush lightly and turn away from him. He smirked, recognizing right away she was putting her walls up.
"Can it, Cajun Casanova," she growled out. "Ya prob'ly gahd somethin' planned oud." Before Philippe could retort, Xavier contacted them.
Philippe, Audrey, Rachel, and James. Please come to my office. Audrey groaned, exasperated. The two made their way to the office, finding Rachel and James there.
"Tell meh you two didn' race," Audrey sighed sarcastically to Rachel and James. She was met with a glare form James and an annoyed look from Rachel. "Wassup, Prof?"
"Forge and Dr. McCoy examined the headband that Rachel and James found," Xavier started. "We have been able to trace the signal to Hawaii."
"Waid, if id was traceable," Audrey started.
"Denn why was it so sophisticated?" Philippe finished, receiving a glower form Audrey.
"Almost like whoever made it wanted to be tracked," Rachel suggested.
"Precisely," Xavier told them. "Logan and Laura are off on another mission. I decided to send you four due to the fact that Philippe and Audrey are best for espionage while you and James are my two strongest members behind Logan and Laura."
"When we leavin'?" James gruffed out.
"Within the next two hours," Xavier informed them. "I suggest you get packed for roughly a week. The signal came from a hotel. You four will be playing newly weds in order to get to the honeymoon suites, which are closer to the point of the signal than the other rooms."
"So, uh, who's married to whom?" Rachel inquired. Xavier gave a slight smile.
"I matched you by abilities that I stated earlier," he informed the group.
"I'm nod married ta the Cajun," Audrey said in shock. Philippe smirked slightly, leaning back in an amused manner.
"Yes, the two of you are Mr. and Mrs. Moreaux," Xavier told her. "You met Mr. Philippe Moreaux while studying abroad in France and it was a quick ceremony, as your best friend, Rachel, met a man in the states. Mr. James Richards and the two of you wanted to have a duel wedding in New York."
"I hate citehs," Audrey glowered.
"And a duel honeymoon in Hawaii," Xavier finished. The girls glared at the boys. James glared back while Philippe gave Audrey a flirty smirk. "Now, I suggest you go get packed." The group rose and headed out of the office.
"Chere, I'll go buy you your sunscreen," Philippe said to Audrey, placing a hand on her shoulder. "What kind d'ya need?"
"Well, id's gonna be Hawaii," Audrey said, removing his hand from her shoulder. "Prob'ly gonna need Soleo Atlantis Organics all Natural Sunscreen SPF 60. Prob'ly gonna need two. Thad'll cost ya round fordy bucks. I'll go gehd the money and where ya can buy id."
"I'll pay for it, chere," Philippe said. "It can be make-up for all de times ya turn me down."
"Oh no," Audrey said, waving a finger at him. "Yer usin' mah money. Ya hear meh?!" He was already walking to the garage.
"Let the guy pay, Audrey," Rachel said, putting an arm around the other girl's shoulder. "He's only being a good 'husband.' Unlike James over here."
"Wanna switch?" Audrey growled. James scoffed, crossing his arms.
"If you ask me, yer all just being a bunch of whiners," he said. "Even if I don't like it, we gotta act like a pair of happily married couples. I think I'm gonna be sick."
"You're getting the couch in the suite," Rachel told him harshly.
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The four walked off of the plane, acting how they were suppose to. Well, Philippe was relatively pleased with the friendly and flirty Audrey. He was the only one who wasn't acting. He looked over at Rachel and James and had to bite back a laugh at James' outwardly happy face but Philippe knew better. He was dying inside. He coughed, covering up the choked laugh.
"Hon, y'okay?" He heard Audrey ask in a honey sweet voice. Oh yes. He was going to like this mission.
"Oui, ma chere," he told her with a slight purr in his voice. He could tell that she was holding back her usual rolling of the eyes. Unfortunately, the only open display of affection he was allowed was some cuddly and holding hands. She refused kissing. They had discussed it (well, she had ordered) when he brought her sunscreen to her room before they left. "Mus' be dese leis." He motioned to the flowered necklace. He then reached for hers and played with the brightly colored flowers. "Alt'ough, dey look real nice on you." This time, she did roll her eyes. Before he could blink, he was out of breath from a lightning fast punch in the gut. No one understood why he was grabbing his stomach, trying to catch some air.
"Hm, I s'pose I should take those darn things off, hm, darlin'?" Audrey said with an all too innocent face, removing his lei. James and Rachel raised their eyebrows at each other. James smirked and crossed his arms, looking at the other man.
"Done in by a lei," he jested. "Perfect for a tombstone for you." Philippe glowered, understanding the pun in the statement. Rachel walked over to Audrey and laced her arm with hers.
"Let's go to the beach when we have everything settled into the hotel," she suggested. Philippe perked up at this.
"Sure, I brought my one piece," Audrey stated. Philippe slightly deflated. Still...Audrey in a bathing suit...
"What?! A one piece?! Girl, we're going to get you something a little more...Scandalous," Rachel said, smirking a bit. She watched Audrey's face turn bright red and Philippe almost break out into a wide grin.
"Y'know very well thad I won' wear id," Audrey scoffed, crossing her arms.
"I'll just give your sister a call to convince you," Rachel stated, pulling out her phone.
"Don' bother," Audrey told her. "Danielle's back home, givin' Kitty a hand with Mikhail's birthday."
"Oh? How old is he now?" Rachel asked.
"Three," Audrey informed her.
"Stop yammerin' and let's go," James grumbled, walking off.
"I think he needs ta get laid, Rachel," Audrey teased lightly.
"Moi aussi, chere," Philippe said, putting an arm around Audrey. "I t'ink you're perfect for helpin' wit' dat."
"I jus' walked inta thad one, didn' I?" Audrey asked, exasperated.
"Oui."
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Azari sat in the rec room, looking bored as he flipped through the channels. He huffed out a breath, clicking the TV off and tossing the controller on the coffee table.
"Somethin' wrong, mate?" Magda said, entering the room.
"Everyone's off somewhere," Azari muttered, crossing his arms. "I mean, Phil, James, Rachel, and Audrey are in Hawaii on a mission. Danielle went back to Ohio for her brother's birthday. Logan and Laura are off somewhere. Xavier, Hank, and Forge had something in Washington. It's just you, me, and Herr Blau Peltzartig." Azari groaned and put his hands behind his head. "I've done the limit of training sessions for a day, I've worked out in the gym, I went for a walk, and now, there's nothing on TV."
"Speakin' of Will, where is that bloke?" Magda inquired.
"No clue," Azari said with a shrug.
"They left a fire maker and a lightnin' maker alone in the house?" Magda inquired.
"Seems so," Azari muttered, looking out the window.
"Crikey, they're just askin' fer hell, hm?" Magda inquired. Azari stiffened and turned to look at her.
"What are you planning?" He asked suspiciously. Magda kept her deadpan features but her eyes glimmered mischievously.
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The four on the mission had managed to settle into their honeymoon suites, which were right beside each other. Audrey stood at the glass sliding door to the balcony, looking over the view of the tropical ocean and the city street below. She held a solemn look on her face, contemplating the scenery. She absentmindedly tugged on her long sleeves. Philippe examined her, a worried look slightly etched on his face.
"Chere?" He started but was abruptly interrupted by Rachel entering the room.
"Beach time, my friend!" Rachel said, coming over to Audrey and throwing her arms around the other girl. "Let's see this one piece of yours!"
"I dunno, id's really brigh' oud taday," Audrey stuttered out. "The sunscreen will be a pain. I'll be puttin' it on ev'ry half hour with how the sun's shinin'..." Philippe tilted his head, smirking.
"No worries, mon fille," he said, swaggering over to the two. "I'd be happy to put it on your back." Audrey glowered at him.
"A' course you would," she sneered.
"Stop arguing and let's go," James said, entering the room. "We gotta play happy, friend couples." He and Rachel glared at each other. Philippe smirked slightly.
"Y'know, I wonder which une a' you two can be more convincin'," he started, looking between Rachel and James. He rubbed his chin, considering it. "Audrey, d'you got an idea?"
"No," Audrey scowled but then considered what he was doing. "Although, I do beleave my money would be on Rachel. If I made beds."
"Chere, bet you'd make a bed real nice," Philippe taunted.
"Leave my accen' alone, Cajun," Audrey growled. Philippe chuckled slightly, amused. Rachel smirked, standing a bit taller and James glowered darkly at her.
"What? You don't think I can be like Romeo here?" He asked, jutting his thumb at Philippe.
"Oh, non, mon ami," Philippe stated. "My money, well, it'd be on you." James and Rachel glared at each other and the other two in the room knew the competition was on. Philippe smirked at Audrey and she merely rolled her eyes.
"Shall we get changed, mon cherie?" Philippe purred to Audrey.
"I'm firs', yer second," Audrey growled out, pulling out her one piece and entering the bathroom, shutting the door. Philippe stared at the door, head tilted to the side.
"Love sick puppy," Rachel said, pulling Philippe from his thoughts.
"Excusez moi?" He asked.
"That's what you look like," Rachel stated. Now it was Philippe's turn to glower.
"So, de deux of you ready?" He asked. Rachel nodded and Philippe knew she had something barely covering her under her clothing. James gave a gruff nod and Philippe took in his apparel. White t-shirt and dark blue swim trunks. Flip flops. Philippe gave a lop-sided smirk.
"What?" James snapped.
"Ne'er t'ought of you as a flip flop guy, dat's all," the Cajun jested lightly. Before James could reply, Audrey came out. Philippe turned and was slightly disappointed that she hadn't walked out in just her suit. She was still wearing her jeans and long sleeved shirt.
"I pud my sunscreen on in the bathroom," she said, confusing his expression. "Yer turn." Philippe grabbed his swim trunks and entered the bathroom. He changed and came out quickly, giving hardly anytime for conversation (which had been Rachel demanding to see Audrey's suit and being refused). Of course, he came out in only his trunks and his clothing under his arms. Audrey glowered slightly.
"Exhibitionis'," she stated plainly.
"I'd be more dan willin' ta show you more, belle," Philippe replied coyly.
"Gehd a shirt on an' le's go," Audrey ordered, throwing him a white wife beater. He smirked, putting it on and it clung to his form. He quickly put on his own flip flops and followed after Audrey, Rachel and James behind them. As soon as they were in a public place, Audrey and Philippe nearly blanched at how the other two were acting. Oh yes. Lovely competition.
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"Magda? I'm not sure if this is a good idea," Azari commented, glancing around the kitchen.
"What? Too scared to do it?" Magda inquired jestingly. "C'mon, we're just seein' what explodes in a microwave."
"What if it breaks?" Azari asked.
"Then I will blame you," Magda said with a deadpan expression. Azari threw his hands up in defeat.
"You're impossible," he sighed.
"First off, let's do an egg!" Magda stated, placing the innocent egg into the microwave.
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The beach was crowded. Audrey scoffed and crossed her arms.
"Definitely ain' like the commercials," she muttered. Philippe put an arm around her, smiling a joking smile.
"Don' worry, chere," he said. "We'll make de best of it, non?" He could tell she was holding back a retort.
"A' course, hon," Audrey said in such a sweet tone, he could tell it was making her sick.
"Do you guys see an open spot?" Rachel asked as she shielded her eyes and examined the beach. Audrey and Philippe were both wearing sunglasses so were pleased they did not have to do the lame hand blocking.
"I'll just make one," James growled, marching onto the beach and scaring off some people. Rachel looked at the other two and shrugged.
"I guess my darling found a spot," she cooed. Audrey and Philippe exchanged expressions of bemusement. They followed after the redhead, who was already removing her red t-shirt. This caused a lot of the male population watch her as she sashayed over to James. Philippe raised an amused eyebrow and glanced down at Audrey, who sighed, exasperated. James watched with mild interest.
Rachel had chosen to wear a red string bikini with a pink flower on her left breast. When she reached James (as he set the towels down), she removed her torn and tattered jean short shorts.
"Thad's gonna be a pain ta swim in," Audrey informed her as she set down her towel (she had demanded to carry her own stuff).
"Swim? Girl, I'm tanning," Rachel laughed out.
"Suit yerself," Audrey told her as Philippe set his stuff down beside hers.
"Chere, y' goin' for a swim?" Philippe inquired.
"Course I am! Why else would I go to a beach?!" Audrey said assertively. Philippe gave her a smug look.
"I'll be joinin' ya den," he stated. Audrey nearly retorted but realized they were suppose to be a happily married couple.
"Sure, hon," Audrey told him. She stood up and raised her shirt over her head. Philippe smirked, watching the show. Under it was a simple purple suit with blue swishes on it. She removed her shirt and noticed him watching. She smirked at him and he was confused.
"Hon, y'know ya gonna get a show tanight so stop oglin' me," she told him in a sultry, low voice. Oh boy. She knew how to flirt. Philippe quickly recovered, smirking right back.
"Chere, how can I resist when y' do dat right in front of me?" He asked. Audrey rolled her eyes and shimmered out of her jeans and shoes. Philippe had to keep his jaw shut. He never really saw her legs due to her constant need to cover. Her skin was fair but not sickly. And he was seeing more of it today than he bet a lot of people saw in a lifetime. She bent down to get something out of her bag and Philippe couldn't help it. He noticed some other people not helping noticing either. He glowered, rising and moving closer to her. When she stood straight, he was beside her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"So, when we gonna swim?" He purred against her neck. He felt her tense in surprise. She gently pushed him away, trying to hold the role of newly wedded wife.
"Jus' lemme gehd my hair up an' my goggles on," Audrey told him.
Rachel and James watched the entire exchange. Rachel was highly amused while James was thoroughly annoyed. They watched the two go off to the ocean and Rachel turned her attention to her "husband."
"So, penny for your thoughts?" She asked.
"He's not good enough for her," James muttered. "She'll just get hurt." Rachel rolled her eyes and gently shoved him.
"Audrey's a big girl, Jimmy boy," she told him. "I'm sure if he does something, she open a can of whoop ass on him." James let out an amused scoff.
"I wouldn't be surprised," he growled out. "But I've had more run ins with the Cajun than you have. I know what he's like."
"Oh? Pray tell," Rachel said teasingly. James gave her a contemplative stare.
"He's always flirtin' and goin' out late," he said. "Sometimes, when Mom, Gramps and me were visiting, he wouldn't come back until the next morning and he stank of some bimbo's perfume."
"Has he done that since he joined?" Rachel asked slyly. James gave her an annoyed glare and finally mumbled out,
"No." Rachel laughed loudly at this. "But he's probably gonna just break her when he succeeds in seducin' her."
"Oh? And why do you think she'll let him?" Rachel asked. "I mean, this is Audrey we're talking about. She's nearly as tough as you." Rachel let out a sigh. "Y'know, let's not get into an argument over this." She rolled onto her stomach and gave James an inploring drink. "Sweetie, can you go get me a drink? Y'know what I like." She gave him a wink and nearly swore she saw the normally stable man blush.
"Fine just don't do that ever again," James gruffed out, rising out of his chair and headed to a juice bar. Rachel let out another laugh and rolled onto her back, stretching her arms out as she bathed in the sunlight. For a few moments, at least. That was when a shadow fell over her form. She opened one green eye to see who it was.
Standing over her was a handsome man with long, white hair pulled into a ponytail. He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to be examining her and a small smile on his face. Rachel let her eyes trail down and realized this guy was nearly as hot as the Cajun. He wore light blue swim trunks and that was it.
"Can I help you?" Rachel asked, raising an inquiring eyebrow.
"A name would be nice," he said in a silky smooth baritone.
"Rachel Richards," Rachel informed him.
"Joseph White," the man replied, sitting beside her. "So, what brings you to the lovely beaches of Hawaii?"
"Well, it's my honeymoon," Rachel told him, pulling it off perfectly. "My best friend and I had a double wedding and now a double honeymoon. We're like sisters."
"Well, that's nice," Joseph told her with a sweet smile. "Too bad you're already taken, Rachel." Rachel was thinking along the same lines. Someone clearing their throats broke the moment and Rachel looked up to see James standing there. She beamed at him and took her pop from his hand.
"Thanks, honey," she said. "Oh! James, this is Joseph White. Joseph, this is my husband, James." Joseph rose and extended his hand. James looked at it like it was diseased before shaking it.
"Pleasure to meet you," Joseph said, smiling. James gave a gruff response that sounded like "Same." Joseph released his hand and turned back to Rachel. "Well, I suppose I'll let you two be. Maybe we'll run into each other later. Farewell." With that, he walked off, James glaring after him and sniffing the air.
"There's no way..." He muttered under his breath.
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The microwave exploded open, throwing on the pair eggs, mashmellow goo and other things. Magda and Azari exchanged looks.
"We speak of this to no one," Azari said.
"Agreed," Magda voiced, moving to wipe off the goo.
Author Note(s) cont.: That whole Joseph thing is such crack. He's based on the comicverse Joseph except, well, I've decided to twist him a a bit.
In the next chapter, the enemy is revealed and danger awaits the four in Hawaii while Wilhelm wonders who broke the microwave.