Hilo! You have re-entered the crazy world of Heartsyhawk's psycho mind. If you are here by accident, may God have pity on your soul. If you are here cuz you wanna be...Welcome back! This is chapter 4 of "Back in Diapers". Let me see... Oh yes of course, I must get to the shout outs.
Ishandahalf: Hi. Glad you liked the insult fest. That was my favorite part to write. I loved bashing Jean. She is way too preppy and prissy for my comfort so I amuse myself by torturing her and making her act her intelligence which is comparable or less than, a box of dirt. oh wait I am sorry...poor box of dirt. It doesn't deserve to be insulted that viciously. Yeah! I got the "quick like a bunny on crack" comment. I've been meaning to ask, how fast is that? §___§
howlerdrode: Hey, I love your name. Its from Animorphs right? Glad you enjoyed the English translations on the Romy French argument. I did 99% of the translations myself and relied on an online translator for the rest. You want some of the sugar to be broken up?§_§ But I love the sugar! I am addicted to sugar. Romy sweetness is what makes the world go round! But don't you worry your easily influenced head. There will be some good old fashioned quarreling to help neutralize the sweetness. Not negate, just neutralize.
Girl number 1 to lazy to log in: My parents also think I've lost it. I start cracking up as I write this sometimes and I always get strange looks. But hey, Y'all laugh at me for being different, yet I laugh at you cuz you are all the same right? Do not worry, I don't think my OC's are Mary Sues. But I am not totally sure since I am not too sure of the definition of "Mary Sues". Care to enlighten me on what the blood moon bayou they are and what in tarnation is wrong with them? LOL Pietro on a sugar high?! That is fast and it gives me a funny mental picture...
Dukect45: Glad you like the story. Keep reading pleez!
SickmindedSucker: Glad I got your name right. My computer keeps trying to correct it to sickle cell anemia or something so I had to add it to my dictionary. About your never picturing Pietro worrying about his body, think about it. He is a teen. All teens must have SOME insecurities. And I think that a person who cares about their appearance as much as everyone's favorite Maximoff albino does is really insecure about their appearance. I just had to point out that no matter how cocky, macho, or in control people can act, they are always hiding some fear or insecurity. Otherwise I would have to hate him like I do Jean and Scott. And Alix would kill me if I rebelled against her beloved Pietro. Yeah Remy and Rogue fighting is almost always awesome. There is more of it to come. The teens will de-age in the next few chapters. I think you'll like it. There is bundles of baby fights in store for the future. (Or would it be the past LOL?)
Senior Teen Angst: (laughing) Glad you like it. I would have to say you are my most enthusiastic reviewer yet. Hmm, about your question. You can make more than one request in Truth or Dare since I said so. Or at least since Wanda said so...(LOL) So I rule?! Thanks heaps and bundles!
Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Glad you like all I did. I will have to try to do that list soon. You aren't the first person to request data like that...
Karen in Boston, again: Yeah, I always try to respond to my reviewers. Readers make my world go round. Besides, it creates an example to the people who don't review. If they want to see their name in bold, they have to drop me a word. I am really sorry about the Red Sox thing. I love the Red Sox. I also fully support Bobby on all of his theories. I just have Bobby get teased by his friends because it will be that much sweeter when he is right...Oops I probably shouldn't have said that...yet anyway...Enjoy this latest installment!
To all of you who read and review, I am bestowing a gold reviewer trophy! If you read it...why the blood moon bayou have you not reviewed? It isn't hard to do! I don't care if you just say something like "Yeah great story update soon" or "ick that was a waste of time" but for crying out loud say something! Ok I am off my rant. Sorry. I just like it when people acknowledge my story's existence. Its like a baby to me and I want it to know that people care!
Now on with the story!!!
Hah! As if I would forget the disclaimer! If I owned it, why am I writing this at all? If I owned would I not have put season five up yet? If I owned X-men evolution would I not be everybody in the world's favorite fanfic author cuz I could take flattery? Wait hey that is a good idea...If I told you I owned X-men evolution would y'all review? (hides under desk as ominous music plays and I see the big scary lawyers come to my door) NO WAIT I WAS JOKING! I DO NOT OWN X-MEN EVOLUTION! GO AWAY! (the lawyers walk away, disappointed, but murmuring that they'll be back when I slip up) Take that all of you loonies who sit at the computer at your lawyer's side hoping to sue poor little me! I admitted I don't own it. But go ahead sue me anyway. I would really like to see what you can get out of me. I own almost nothing. Though I am hoping that it will gather value so I may buy out Marvel. Ohhhh! I see my sock! The pink sock! Now Marvel will bow down to my might and I shall buy X-Men from them! Oh...nope...sorry false alarm. I found my sister's pink pillow case. Darn I was so close too...
and now on with the story (for real I promise)
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Last time on X-Men Evolution: "The name of the game is truth or dare" (Tabitha grins and rubs her hands together)"I dare you to go up to one of the girls dorms and...""Don't even think about touchin' mah stuff Berserker!"(Rogue calls after Ray's retreating form)(Tabitha snickers after glancing at her camera) "I can never resist a challenge Avalanche, you know that." (Pietro walks around the room three times in his underwear) "Remy likes de belle fille." " Alright chére, Remy dares y' t' let 'im kiss y'" (Rogue panics because of her powers) "Yeah Gambit, can't you see she is scared of her powers?" (a deadly hush falls over the room)
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Rogue could not believe her ears. Jean had just said she was scared. She was most certainly NOT. So she informed everyone. "Ah am NOT scared of mah powehs (powers) Jean." She snarled in a deadly quiet voice.
"Oh, my apologies then Rogue. I must say you are perhaps the best actress I have ever seen. The way you act all witchy and distant, just screams that you are scared of your powers." Jean smirked coyly as she tossed her perfect red hair over her shoulder.
Rogue growled in a way that was definitely reminiscent of Wolverine. "Take that back."
"Oh, did I strike a nerve?" Jean asked in mock innocence.
"Yah stupid red headed..."
Jean's eyes narrowed. " I do not like your tone of voice, Rogue"
"Oh, realleh (really) Ah'm sorreh (sorry) Jeannie," Rogue drawled in a dangerously, saccharin-sweet voice. But Jean, being the pompous, snob she was, took it as sincerity.
"Much better, Rogue. Thank you."
"Go stuff yahself yah stuck-up prep! Yah ain't mah motheh (mother), an' yah ain't got no raght (right) to tell meh what tone of voice Ah can take with yah." She paused admiring the effect of her words. Jean's jaw hung open in shock. " Actualleh (actually) now that Ah think about it, yah an' mah motheh (mother) got somethin' in common. Yah both insufferable red-headed creeps who can't mahnd yah own business an' stay outta mah life!"
"You apologize to Jean. Right now, Rogue!" Scott said nastily to the younger girl.
Rogue was caught off guard by his verbal attack. But she was fast. The only one who knew how much the team leader's words affected the angry Goth was Remy.
"Look Cyke, Ah ain't gonna apologize ta her."
"Rogue, you can't go around thinking you are above the rest of us!" Scott scolded sternly. "And you have no right to compare poor Jean with that...that...woman!"
" Whah (why) not?" Rogue said defiantly. She stood glaring up at Scott's face. Even though she was only five foot six inches and he was at least six feet tall, she was clearly not intimidated. And it was just as obvious that she had him more than a little nervous.
"You have to respect authority Rogue. Jean is older. And she is only looking out for your best interest..."Scott's voice wavered as Rogue nodded and smirked sarcastically.
"Bull-o-nee Scott! Lookin' out fo' mah best interest mah foot! She used the opportunity ta humiliate meh!"
"Well, that was wrong of her but you did just compare her to Mystique! I would be mad too!" Scott said uncertainly.
"If yah'll recall Scott, she said what she said long before Ah brought mah motheh (mother) inta it."
"You still have to respect me Rogue," Jean glared. She had obviously recovered from her shock. " I am after all, older than you." The older girl smugly sneered.
"Oh-for-crying-out-loud!" Pietro snapped at the fighting girls. " First-of-all-Grey,-you-are-only-about-two-months-older-than-her! And-before-you-ask, my-father-had-records-on-all-of-you. But-anyway-that-was-a-viscious-thing-to-say-about-a-girl-who-has-been-your-teammate-for-over-three-years! And-I-personally-agree-about-your-resemblance-to-Mystique. And-it-is-not-just-because-you-both-have-red-hair!" the younger boy stuck out his tongue to show that he was acting as mature as an infant.
"This whole thing is stupid. Ah am not scared of mah powers." Rogue growled finalizing it.
"Den prove it t' Remy, Chére." The Cajun smirked at her.
"You don't have to prove anything Rogue." Scott said protectively as he glared at Remy. (Or at least that is what we can presume he is doing because he is all frowny but we can not see his eyes). "Especially not to Gambit."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "So now yah on mah side huh?" She glared coolly at her team leader and former crush.
"Well, petite, Remy unde'stands if y' don' wanna do de dare. But dis Cajun certain'y neve' t'ought y' were de kind o' fille t' be scared an' weasel outta a game o' trut' or dare."
Rogue's emerald eyes flashed dangerously. " Cajun. Ah. Am. NOT. Scared of anehthin' (anything). An'," she sighed heavily. " A dare is a dare. So, hurreh (hurry) up an' make mah torture quick".
Remy looked at her, and she sighed pitifully. She gazed at him, looking like she was awaiting a death sentence.
"Remy wouldn' eve' force a fille t' git a kiss in front o' 'er amis." The Cajun smiled warmly and pulled her up after he stood. He gently steered her to bathroom and shut the door behind them. On close examination, he noticed Rogue trembling slightly.
"Relax, petite. Remy not gonna do nuttin' y' not comf't'ble wit'. Jus' calm down un peu. (a little)" He put his arms up to show her he had no intention of hurting her. He focused his red-on-black eyes onto her down cast green ones. " Will dis be y' premiere (first) kiss, chére?" He asked her solemnly.
She sighed and nodded shyly as a blush crept over her pale cheeks. She avoided all eye contact with him as if she were ashamed.
"Remy t'inks 'e got it. Jeannie was wrong. Y' ain' scared o' y' powers. Y' be scared o' kissin', right?" He asked gently as he took her chin in his gloved hand, forcing her to look him directly in the eyes.
"Just git it ovah (over) with Swamp Rat." She muttered as she squeezed her eyes shut as if anticipating immense pain.
Remy did not show his astonishment. This girl had gone from staring down Jean Grey, Cyclops, and even himself, to being timid and terrified in just minutes.
"Well, what are yah waitin' fo'? A declaration from the president?" Rogue asked incredulously as she popped open one eyelid. " Go on."
"Remy not gonna kiss y', Petite.'
"Come again?" Rogue asked, totally bewildered.
"Remy said he ain't gonna kiss y'. Don't want y' first kiss t' be forced. Dat ain't tres romantic Chére." Remy smiled warmly and winked at her. " Remy be a master t'eif, petite, mais he neve' steal a fille's first kiss. Remy wants y' t' enjoy yo' first kiss, not resent it. An' Remy wants y' t' choose de lucky homme."
Rogue sighed sadly. " Sometahmes (sometimes) Ah just wish..."
"Y' wish what, Chére? What does Remy's fille wish?" He urged gently.
"Sometahmes Ah just wish Ah could git close ta someone. But y'all know what happens when Ah do." She gave him a dark look and then glared at her gloved hands. "Ah just wish Ah could be normal for even one day. Things that most people take fo' granted, lahke (like) a simple kiss, holdin' hands or huggin' would be thin's Ah would sell mah rahght (right) arm fo'." She broke off trying hard not to cry. She forced the tears back away from her eyes. She was not supposed to be this emotional, especially in front of a person she was trying so hard to convince her self she hated.
"Aw, poor chére" he said smiling sympathetically. He put an arm around her shoulder. "Chére, b'leive, Remy. He knows what y' be goin' t'rough ain' too fun. When Remy's powers came in dey made it so Remy couldn' touch nuttin' wit' out makin' it go boom. At least y' don' gotta worry 'bout splodin' y' maison (house) ou y' bed every night. Bu' Remy got control an' knows dat y' will too, petite. It on'y be a matter o' time. Remy knows y' gonna hate him but de on'y way t' git it be t'rough practice an' strong will. " He smirked amused. "Y' def'n'tly got de second part already dough."
Rogue sighed. She was getting lost in her thoughts. But when she looked into his ebony and scarlet eyes she felt as though everything was fine. She quickly realized he was using his empathic ability to soothe her. But she did not stop him. It felt pleasant to let her worries and fear roll off of her like water off a duck's back. (A/N: I am aware that Remy has some sort of "charm power" But he isn't using it to manipulate her into liking him or anything. He is just helping her calm down.)
She acknowledged right then and there that as much as she told everybody,. herself included, that she hated Remy and everything about him, she noticed something. This feeling was kind of reminiscent of how she had felt about Scott years ago, only it seemed much sweeter since the affection was being returned this time around. Jean's biting words about her fear came crushing through her brain and the young Goth was struck by sudden inspiration.
"Ah'm not scared" she whispered confidently to herself.
"What was dat Chére," Remy asked gently.
Rogue pulled her green over-shirt of over her head. Remy's eyes widened in a way that would have been comical had she not been so focused on being serious. She put the sleeve of it up to his face and he immediately knew what she was planning.
He backed his face away a little. ' Whoa, Chére," Remy said with alarm in his voice. "Not dat dis Cajun be complainin' bout y' sudden change o' heart, but do y' know what y' doin'?"
"Yeah, Ah'm provin' a point." Rogue said as she nodded and pressed her shirt sleeve back to his face. He slouched against the wall and she stood on her tip-toes and kissed him.
Her kiss was so sweet and innocent and unsure that he just let her kiss him for a few seconds. After that he kissed her back. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. She responded subconsciously. Her arms snaked around his neck. Remy smiled through the kiss.
At first Rogue's mind was wary of the touch and screamed at her to stop. You shouldn't do this, Rogue. One of her psyches from a past absorption warned. But her mind stopped reeling a mile a minute, when it realized that she wasn't hurting him. It sank back and let her enjoy her very first kiss.
Eventually, Remy pulled out of the kiss. He knew that he would eventually deepen it and that would not be proper for a lady's first kiss. So he contented himself by simply looking at her. Her eyes were huge. She had fleeting looks of disappointment, and giddiness chasing each other across her face. But she was using all her will power to suppress the fact that the kiss had obviously been enjoyed.
"Yah stupid Swamp Rat." She tried to growl. But it didn't come out half as menacing as she had hoped since she was still smiling a little. "Were yah tryin' ta suffocate meh?"
"Hey now, Petite, dat ain't nice." Remy crossed his arms smirking, clearly amused. "y' be de one who started it. Remy jus' kissed y' back. An Remy gotta say dat fo' a firs' timer, y' kiss jus' fine, ma belle Chére."
"Whateveh (whatever) Swamp Rat." She grumbled, turning so that her blush stroked cheeks would not be visible to him. "Ah didn't do it cuz Ah lahke (like) yah or nothin'. Ah did it cuz it was a dare an' Ah had ta do it to prove that Ah am not scared of yah." She smirked smugly thinking of how she had just outsmarted him. Or so she thought.
Remy smirked devilishly. "Chére, Remy on'y dared y' t' let him kiss y'. Y' neve' had start nuttin'" He grinned. "Actually now dat Remy t'inks bout it...Remy neve' said dat de kiss had t' be on de lips..."He smirked at the look on her face.
"Aw, shut up yah stupid swamp rat! Don' eveh (ever) trah (try) ta kiss meh again." She muttered angrily.
"Who knew dat de fille was such a lyin' sneak?" Remy joked. He quirked an eyebrow in amusement. "Y' enjoyed dat as much if not mo' den Remy did. An don't deny it. Remy kin always tell. Y' emotions mark y' like a neon orange sign Chére. An' Remy be an empath. So he always knows y' emotions."
"Well maybe yah wrong fo' once then" Rogue mumbled coolly. She searched in the cabinet for something.
"Fille, de powers don' lie t' Remy. Denial ain't just a river in Egypt y' know."
"Yeah an' Pain ain't just the little creepy pink thing that serves Hades in that Disney movie, Hercules, sugah." She warned menacingly. Remy sighed but took a discreet step away. " That was about as enjoyable as, Ah don' know, about as enjoyable as shoppin' with Kit an' Jean!"
Remy smirked. "Dat fun huh?"
Rogue gaped at him. He seemed serious. " Have yah eve' gone shoppin' with either o' them?" She said in extreme confusion.
"Not Remy personally, non. But dat Avalanche boy done dat plenty."
"Oh that 'splains it then. He is Kit's boyfriend." She nodded in comprehension.
"Not dat. De boy says dat dey try on half a billion outfits, an' dey would ask his 'pinion a lot. Which means dat he got t' see de deux (two) o' dem in everyt'in from bat'in suits, t' formal dresses, t' summer clot'es."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah shoulda known the answer ta that one shouldn't Ah have? If a teenage guy is involved then the reason is always perverted ain't it?"
"Remy be insulted. Us guys ain't just int' dat stuff. Ok. So Remy gits de 'pinion dat y' don' like t' shop. Why not? Ain't that a thing all filles (girls) like?"
"Ugh, Gag me! No! Not all girls like shoppin'! I hate it. Way too maneh (many) preps and creeps. And people too. There's always people at shoppin' places. An' yah know how Ah am about the whole touchin' thing." She looked bitterly at the black gloves encasing her hands."
"Oui, (yes) Remy knows dat hurts. Y' want Remy t' kiss y' again and make it better?" He asked coyly.
"NO!" She yelped. "That whole thing was nasteh (nasty)! Don't yah eve' think about kissin' meh again! That was just...gross." Rogue grumbled as she pulled her toothbrush off the rack over the sink and brushed her teeth furiously. Then she grabbed the mouthwash she had found in the cabinet and rinsed twice.
He shook his head and smirked. "Chére, Remy wonders 'bout y'. De on'y place on y' mout' Remy touched was y' lips. An de shirt sleeve was between y' lips an' Remy's. But Remy didn' even come close t' y' teeth ou de inside o' y' mout'." He said all this in that infuriatingly calm way that irked her to no end.
His calmness seemed to make her grow fidgety and unexplainably angry. She slammed her toothbrush back into the rack and savagely scowled as she threw the door open. The force of the door knocked Kurt and Kitty to their feet as they had obviously waited by the door for her to come out.
The majority of the teens who had been playing truth or dare had crowded around the door to the bathroom. Some were hoping for the juicy details. Others were concerned for Rogue. Still others were anxious to see if Remy was unconscious. The people who were curious about Remy were mostly the ones who wanted him to be unconscious. However a few did not want any harm to have come to him. Some of that number were his buddies. The rest were the ones who did not want him to have kissed her at all.
"He ees not unconscious!" Kurt beamed. "Yes! Zat means he did not keess her!" Kurt climbed to his feet smiling.
"Oh. Like, darn." Kitty pouted.
"Unless he did kiss her..." Tabitha's mischievous blue eyes were big and round. "Rogue, why aren't you wearing your over-shirt? And even better, why is it on the floor?" Tabitha gasped. "Oh my gosh! He did kiss her! I know he did! She's all blushing and...Oh Holy mother of Multiple (Jamie for the uninformed)! He's immune to her powers! Oh my gosh! Everyone lay eyes on the hottie who broke through Rogue's emotional barriers! But wait, we'd have been told by Xavier that he was immune. So that means she...has control over her powers! He kissed her and she is not unconscious!" Tabitha had completely lost her head. She seemed so excited.
Rogue hid how much these statements hurt. She and Remy both knew that she did not have control. She was horrified by Tabby's reaction though. Rogue turned to Remy, who was basking in all the attention. He made absolutely no move to correct all the gushing girls, and those like Kurt who were speechlessly mouthing like fish out of water.
:"No everybody, you have it all wrong. He did not kiss her." Jean informed the group. Rogue smiled appreciatively at the older girl. Jean had obviously seen the horrified look on Rogue's face and read it properly. Rogue was instantly sorry for all the things she had said to the older girl. As she opened her mouth to apologize for comparing Jean to her awful mother, Mystique, Jean continued.
"He did not kiss her, guys." Jean smirked coyly. "Lay off him guys. She kissed him."
Rogue's face went from very white to very in seconds flat. All her friends and fellow X-Men and Amanda just gaped at her. She tried to say something, anything. But words failed her. Everyone's wide eyes and dropped jaws were to much to handle.
She felt the tears threaten to fall from her eyes and she stubbornly forced them back. She stood tall and proud with the scraps of dignity she still possessed and walked calmly past everyone, with her head held high. She climbed the stairs and willed the tears to remain in her eyes. She walked to the room that she and Kitty shared. A few moments later the people in the rec room heard a door slam loudly and a muffled thump told them that Rogue had thrown herself onto her bed.
"Aw, Chére!" Remy cried and hurried up the stairs to comfort her.
Kitty watched the whole scene of events unfold.
"Oh darn it all!" Tabby pouted. "Now we'll never find out what happened for real. Look what you went and did Red," she glowered at the older girl.
Kitty smirked that smirk that would not have been out of character for Pietro once again. "Guys, they are like, so totally going to like, assassinate me. But I have a way to know exactly what happened..."
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So how was that? I tried my hand at a major Jean bashing scene AND an explosion of Romy in the same chapter. Let me know how it was. The major fluffy Romyness was inspired by Valentines day. Also it will probably be the biggest Xplosion of Romance for a little while. Because as one of my reviewer's says I have too much "sugar" So you can all be mad at howlerdrode for the fact that the romantic stuff will be delayed for a chapter or two. But do not stop reading! I promise it will still be funny and sweet and all that, just a chapter to let all this "sugar" settle. Of course there will still be flirtiness and sweetness and stuff but not a huge scene.
So Happy Valentines day to all of my beloved readers and reviewers. Within the week I will be posting my Valentine's Romy deal witch will be packed with Romy fluffiness!
So what DID you think of this? Like it? Hate it? Think trained assassin penguins should peck me to death? Tell me for the love of Mystique! TELL ME! I am on February Break so I will be posting some other stories too...
Ok. Chapter five completed Friday, February 13th. Luv y'all for reading and reviewing.
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Ishandahalf: Hi. Glad you liked the insult fest. That was my favorite part to write. I loved bashing Jean. She is way too preppy and prissy for my comfort so I amuse myself by torturing her and making her act her intelligence which is comparable or less than, a box of dirt. oh wait I am sorry...poor box of dirt. It doesn't deserve to be insulted that viciously. Yeah! I got the "quick like a bunny on crack" comment. I've been meaning to ask, how fast is that? §___§
howlerdrode: Hey, I love your name. Its from Animorphs right? Glad you enjoyed the English translations on the Romy French argument. I did 99% of the translations myself and relied on an online translator for the rest. You want some of the sugar to be broken up?§_§ But I love the sugar! I am addicted to sugar. Romy sweetness is what makes the world go round! But don't you worry your easily influenced head. There will be some good old fashioned quarreling to help neutralize the sweetness. Not negate, just neutralize.
Girl number 1 to lazy to log in: My parents also think I've lost it. I start cracking up as I write this sometimes and I always get strange looks. But hey, Y'all laugh at me for being different, yet I laugh at you cuz you are all the same right? Do not worry, I don't think my OC's are Mary Sues. But I am not totally sure since I am not too sure of the definition of "Mary Sues". Care to enlighten me on what the blood moon bayou they are and what in tarnation is wrong with them? LOL Pietro on a sugar high?! That is fast and it gives me a funny mental picture...
Dukect45: Glad you like the story. Keep reading pleez!
SickmindedSucker: Glad I got your name right. My computer keeps trying to correct it to sickle cell anemia or something so I had to add it to my dictionary. About your never picturing Pietro worrying about his body, think about it. He is a teen. All teens must have SOME insecurities. And I think that a person who cares about their appearance as much as everyone's favorite Maximoff albino does is really insecure about their appearance. I just had to point out that no matter how cocky, macho, or in control people can act, they are always hiding some fear or insecurity. Otherwise I would have to hate him like I do Jean and Scott. And Alix would kill me if I rebelled against her beloved Pietro. Yeah Remy and Rogue fighting is almost always awesome. There is more of it to come. The teens will de-age in the next few chapters. I think you'll like it. There is bundles of baby fights in store for the future. (Or would it be the past LOL?)
Senior Teen Angst: (laughing) Glad you like it. I would have to say you are my most enthusiastic reviewer yet. Hmm, about your question. You can make more than one request in Truth or Dare since I said so. Or at least since Wanda said so...(LOL) So I rule?! Thanks heaps and bundles!
Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Glad you like all I did. I will have to try to do that list soon. You aren't the first person to request data like that...
Karen in Boston, again: Yeah, I always try to respond to my reviewers. Readers make my world go round. Besides, it creates an example to the people who don't review. If they want to see their name in bold, they have to drop me a word. I am really sorry about the Red Sox thing. I love the Red Sox. I also fully support Bobby on all of his theories. I just have Bobby get teased by his friends because it will be that much sweeter when he is right...Oops I probably shouldn't have said that...yet anyway...Enjoy this latest installment!
To all of you who read and review, I am bestowing a gold reviewer trophy! If you read it...why the blood moon bayou have you not reviewed? It isn't hard to do! I don't care if you just say something like "Yeah great story update soon" or "ick that was a waste of time" but for crying out loud say something! Ok I am off my rant. Sorry. I just like it when people acknowledge my story's existence. Its like a baby to me and I want it to know that people care!
Now on with the story!!!
Hah! As if I would forget the disclaimer! If I owned it, why am I writing this at all? If I owned would I not have put season five up yet? If I owned X-men evolution would I not be everybody in the world's favorite fanfic author cuz I could take flattery? Wait hey that is a good idea...If I told you I owned X-men evolution would y'all review? (hides under desk as ominous music plays and I see the big scary lawyers come to my door) NO WAIT I WAS JOKING! I DO NOT OWN X-MEN EVOLUTION! GO AWAY! (the lawyers walk away, disappointed, but murmuring that they'll be back when I slip up) Take that all of you loonies who sit at the computer at your lawyer's side hoping to sue poor little me! I admitted I don't own it. But go ahead sue me anyway. I would really like to see what you can get out of me. I own almost nothing. Though I am hoping that it will gather value so I may buy out Marvel. Ohhhh! I see my sock! The pink sock! Now Marvel will bow down to my might and I shall buy X-Men from them! Oh...nope...sorry false alarm. I found my sister's pink pillow case. Darn I was so close too...
and now on with the story (for real I promise)
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Last time on X-Men Evolution: "The name of the game is truth or dare" (Tabitha grins and rubs her hands together)"I dare you to go up to one of the girls dorms and...""Don't even think about touchin' mah stuff Berserker!"(Rogue calls after Ray's retreating form)(Tabitha snickers after glancing at her camera) "I can never resist a challenge Avalanche, you know that." (Pietro walks around the room three times in his underwear) "Remy likes de belle fille." " Alright chére, Remy dares y' t' let 'im kiss y'" (Rogue panics because of her powers) "Yeah Gambit, can't you see she is scared of her powers?" (a deadly hush falls over the room)
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Rogue could not believe her ears. Jean had just said she was scared. She was most certainly NOT. So she informed everyone. "Ah am NOT scared of mah powehs (powers) Jean." She snarled in a deadly quiet voice.
"Oh, my apologies then Rogue. I must say you are perhaps the best actress I have ever seen. The way you act all witchy and distant, just screams that you are scared of your powers." Jean smirked coyly as she tossed her perfect red hair over her shoulder.
Rogue growled in a way that was definitely reminiscent of Wolverine. "Take that back."
"Oh, did I strike a nerve?" Jean asked in mock innocence.
"Yah stupid red headed..."
Jean's eyes narrowed. " I do not like your tone of voice, Rogue"
"Oh, realleh (really) Ah'm sorreh (sorry) Jeannie," Rogue drawled in a dangerously, saccharin-sweet voice. But Jean, being the pompous, snob she was, took it as sincerity.
"Much better, Rogue. Thank you."
"Go stuff yahself yah stuck-up prep! Yah ain't mah motheh (mother), an' yah ain't got no raght (right) to tell meh what tone of voice Ah can take with yah." She paused admiring the effect of her words. Jean's jaw hung open in shock. " Actualleh (actually) now that Ah think about it, yah an' mah motheh (mother) got somethin' in common. Yah both insufferable red-headed creeps who can't mahnd yah own business an' stay outta mah life!"
"You apologize to Jean. Right now, Rogue!" Scott said nastily to the younger girl.
Rogue was caught off guard by his verbal attack. But she was fast. The only one who knew how much the team leader's words affected the angry Goth was Remy.
"Look Cyke, Ah ain't gonna apologize ta her."
"Rogue, you can't go around thinking you are above the rest of us!" Scott scolded sternly. "And you have no right to compare poor Jean with that...that...woman!"
" Whah (why) not?" Rogue said defiantly. She stood glaring up at Scott's face. Even though she was only five foot six inches and he was at least six feet tall, she was clearly not intimidated. And it was just as obvious that she had him more than a little nervous.
"You have to respect authority Rogue. Jean is older. And she is only looking out for your best interest..."Scott's voice wavered as Rogue nodded and smirked sarcastically.
"Bull-o-nee Scott! Lookin' out fo' mah best interest mah foot! She used the opportunity ta humiliate meh!"
"Well, that was wrong of her but you did just compare her to Mystique! I would be mad too!" Scott said uncertainly.
"If yah'll recall Scott, she said what she said long before Ah brought mah motheh (mother) inta it."
"You still have to respect me Rogue," Jean glared. She had obviously recovered from her shock. " I am after all, older than you." The older girl smugly sneered.
"Oh-for-crying-out-loud!" Pietro snapped at the fighting girls. " First-of-all-Grey,-you-are-only-about-two-months-older-than-her! And-before-you-ask, my-father-had-records-on-all-of-you. But-anyway-that-was-a-viscious-thing-to-say-about-a-girl-who-has-been-your-teammate-for-over-three-years! And-I-personally-agree-about-your-resemblance-to-Mystique. And-it-is-not-just-because-you-both-have-red-hair!" the younger boy stuck out his tongue to show that he was acting as mature as an infant.
"This whole thing is stupid. Ah am not scared of mah powers." Rogue growled finalizing it.
"Den prove it t' Remy, Chére." The Cajun smirked at her.
"You don't have to prove anything Rogue." Scott said protectively as he glared at Remy. (Or at least that is what we can presume he is doing because he is all frowny but we can not see his eyes). "Especially not to Gambit."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "So now yah on mah side huh?" She glared coolly at her team leader and former crush.
"Well, petite, Remy unde'stands if y' don' wanna do de dare. But dis Cajun certain'y neve' t'ought y' were de kind o' fille t' be scared an' weasel outta a game o' trut' or dare."
Rogue's emerald eyes flashed dangerously. " Cajun. Ah. Am. NOT. Scared of anehthin' (anything). An'," she sighed heavily. " A dare is a dare. So, hurreh (hurry) up an' make mah torture quick".
Remy looked at her, and she sighed pitifully. She gazed at him, looking like she was awaiting a death sentence.
"Remy wouldn' eve' force a fille t' git a kiss in front o' 'er amis." The Cajun smiled warmly and pulled her up after he stood. He gently steered her to bathroom and shut the door behind them. On close examination, he noticed Rogue trembling slightly.
"Relax, petite. Remy not gonna do nuttin' y' not comf't'ble wit'. Jus' calm down un peu. (a little)" He put his arms up to show her he had no intention of hurting her. He focused his red-on-black eyes onto her down cast green ones. " Will dis be y' premiere (first) kiss, chére?" He asked her solemnly.
She sighed and nodded shyly as a blush crept over her pale cheeks. She avoided all eye contact with him as if she were ashamed.
"Remy t'inks 'e got it. Jeannie was wrong. Y' ain' scared o' y' powers. Y' be scared o' kissin', right?" He asked gently as he took her chin in his gloved hand, forcing her to look him directly in the eyes.
"Just git it ovah (over) with Swamp Rat." She muttered as she squeezed her eyes shut as if anticipating immense pain.
Remy did not show his astonishment. This girl had gone from staring down Jean Grey, Cyclops, and even himself, to being timid and terrified in just minutes.
"Well, what are yah waitin' fo'? A declaration from the president?" Rogue asked incredulously as she popped open one eyelid. " Go on."
"Remy not gonna kiss y', Petite.'
"Come again?" Rogue asked, totally bewildered.
"Remy said he ain't gonna kiss y'. Don't want y' first kiss t' be forced. Dat ain't tres romantic Chére." Remy smiled warmly and winked at her. " Remy be a master t'eif, petite, mais he neve' steal a fille's first kiss. Remy wants y' t' enjoy yo' first kiss, not resent it. An' Remy wants y' t' choose de lucky homme."
Rogue sighed sadly. " Sometahmes (sometimes) Ah just wish..."
"Y' wish what, Chére? What does Remy's fille wish?" He urged gently.
"Sometahmes Ah just wish Ah could git close ta someone. But y'all know what happens when Ah do." She gave him a dark look and then glared at her gloved hands. "Ah just wish Ah could be normal for even one day. Things that most people take fo' granted, lahke (like) a simple kiss, holdin' hands or huggin' would be thin's Ah would sell mah rahght (right) arm fo'." She broke off trying hard not to cry. She forced the tears back away from her eyes. She was not supposed to be this emotional, especially in front of a person she was trying so hard to convince her self she hated.
"Aw, poor chére" he said smiling sympathetically. He put an arm around her shoulder. "Chére, b'leive, Remy. He knows what y' be goin' t'rough ain' too fun. When Remy's powers came in dey made it so Remy couldn' touch nuttin' wit' out makin' it go boom. At least y' don' gotta worry 'bout splodin' y' maison (house) ou y' bed every night. Bu' Remy got control an' knows dat y' will too, petite. It on'y be a matter o' time. Remy knows y' gonna hate him but de on'y way t' git it be t'rough practice an' strong will. " He smirked amused. "Y' def'n'tly got de second part already dough."
Rogue sighed. She was getting lost in her thoughts. But when she looked into his ebony and scarlet eyes she felt as though everything was fine. She quickly realized he was using his empathic ability to soothe her. But she did not stop him. It felt pleasant to let her worries and fear roll off of her like water off a duck's back. (A/N: I am aware that Remy has some sort of "charm power" But he isn't using it to manipulate her into liking him or anything. He is just helping her calm down.)
She acknowledged right then and there that as much as she told everybody,. herself included, that she hated Remy and everything about him, she noticed something. This feeling was kind of reminiscent of how she had felt about Scott years ago, only it seemed much sweeter since the affection was being returned this time around. Jean's biting words about her fear came crushing through her brain and the young Goth was struck by sudden inspiration.
"Ah'm not scared" she whispered confidently to herself.
"What was dat Chére," Remy asked gently.
Rogue pulled her green over-shirt of over her head. Remy's eyes widened in a way that would have been comical had she not been so focused on being serious. She put the sleeve of it up to his face and he immediately knew what she was planning.
He backed his face away a little. ' Whoa, Chére," Remy said with alarm in his voice. "Not dat dis Cajun be complainin' bout y' sudden change o' heart, but do y' know what y' doin'?"
"Yeah, Ah'm provin' a point." Rogue said as she nodded and pressed her shirt sleeve back to his face. He slouched against the wall and she stood on her tip-toes and kissed him.
Her kiss was so sweet and innocent and unsure that he just let her kiss him for a few seconds. After that he kissed her back. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. She responded subconsciously. Her arms snaked around his neck. Remy smiled through the kiss.
At first Rogue's mind was wary of the touch and screamed at her to stop. You shouldn't do this, Rogue. One of her psyches from a past absorption warned. But her mind stopped reeling a mile a minute, when it realized that she wasn't hurting him. It sank back and let her enjoy her very first kiss.
Eventually, Remy pulled out of the kiss. He knew that he would eventually deepen it and that would not be proper for a lady's first kiss. So he contented himself by simply looking at her. Her eyes were huge. She had fleeting looks of disappointment, and giddiness chasing each other across her face. But she was using all her will power to suppress the fact that the kiss had obviously been enjoyed.
"Yah stupid Swamp Rat." She tried to growl. But it didn't come out half as menacing as she had hoped since she was still smiling a little. "Were yah tryin' ta suffocate meh?"
"Hey now, Petite, dat ain't nice." Remy crossed his arms smirking, clearly amused. "y' be de one who started it. Remy jus' kissed y' back. An Remy gotta say dat fo' a firs' timer, y' kiss jus' fine, ma belle Chére."
"Whateveh (whatever) Swamp Rat." She grumbled, turning so that her blush stroked cheeks would not be visible to him. "Ah didn't do it cuz Ah lahke (like) yah or nothin'. Ah did it cuz it was a dare an' Ah had ta do it to prove that Ah am not scared of yah." She smirked smugly thinking of how she had just outsmarted him. Or so she thought.
Remy smirked devilishly. "Chére, Remy on'y dared y' t' let him kiss y'. Y' neve' had start nuttin'" He grinned. "Actually now dat Remy t'inks bout it...Remy neve' said dat de kiss had t' be on de lips..."He smirked at the look on her face.
"Aw, shut up yah stupid swamp rat! Don' eveh (ever) trah (try) ta kiss meh again." She muttered angrily.
"Who knew dat de fille was such a lyin' sneak?" Remy joked. He quirked an eyebrow in amusement. "Y' enjoyed dat as much if not mo' den Remy did. An don't deny it. Remy kin always tell. Y' emotions mark y' like a neon orange sign Chére. An' Remy be an empath. So he always knows y' emotions."
"Well maybe yah wrong fo' once then" Rogue mumbled coolly. She searched in the cabinet for something.
"Fille, de powers don' lie t' Remy. Denial ain't just a river in Egypt y' know."
"Yeah an' Pain ain't just the little creepy pink thing that serves Hades in that Disney movie, Hercules, sugah." She warned menacingly. Remy sighed but took a discreet step away. " That was about as enjoyable as, Ah don' know, about as enjoyable as shoppin' with Kit an' Jean!"
Remy smirked. "Dat fun huh?"
Rogue gaped at him. He seemed serious. " Have yah eve' gone shoppin' with either o' them?" She said in extreme confusion.
"Not Remy personally, non. But dat Avalanche boy done dat plenty."
"Oh that 'splains it then. He is Kit's boyfriend." She nodded in comprehension.
"Not dat. De boy says dat dey try on half a billion outfits, an' dey would ask his 'pinion a lot. Which means dat he got t' see de deux (two) o' dem in everyt'in from bat'in suits, t' formal dresses, t' summer clot'es."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah shoulda known the answer ta that one shouldn't Ah have? If a teenage guy is involved then the reason is always perverted ain't it?"
"Remy be insulted. Us guys ain't just int' dat stuff. Ok. So Remy gits de 'pinion dat y' don' like t' shop. Why not? Ain't that a thing all filles (girls) like?"
"Ugh, Gag me! No! Not all girls like shoppin'! I hate it. Way too maneh (many) preps and creeps. And people too. There's always people at shoppin' places. An' yah know how Ah am about the whole touchin' thing." She looked bitterly at the black gloves encasing her hands."
"Oui, (yes) Remy knows dat hurts. Y' want Remy t' kiss y' again and make it better?" He asked coyly.
"NO!" She yelped. "That whole thing was nasteh (nasty)! Don't yah eve' think about kissin' meh again! That was just...gross." Rogue grumbled as she pulled her toothbrush off the rack over the sink and brushed her teeth furiously. Then she grabbed the mouthwash she had found in the cabinet and rinsed twice.
He shook his head and smirked. "Chére, Remy wonders 'bout y'. De on'y place on y' mout' Remy touched was y' lips. An de shirt sleeve was between y' lips an' Remy's. But Remy didn' even come close t' y' teeth ou de inside o' y' mout'." He said all this in that infuriatingly calm way that irked her to no end.
His calmness seemed to make her grow fidgety and unexplainably angry. She slammed her toothbrush back into the rack and savagely scowled as she threw the door open. The force of the door knocked Kurt and Kitty to their feet as they had obviously waited by the door for her to come out.
The majority of the teens who had been playing truth or dare had crowded around the door to the bathroom. Some were hoping for the juicy details. Others were concerned for Rogue. Still others were anxious to see if Remy was unconscious. The people who were curious about Remy were mostly the ones who wanted him to be unconscious. However a few did not want any harm to have come to him. Some of that number were his buddies. The rest were the ones who did not want him to have kissed her at all.
"He ees not unconscious!" Kurt beamed. "Yes! Zat means he did not keess her!" Kurt climbed to his feet smiling.
"Oh. Like, darn." Kitty pouted.
"Unless he did kiss her..." Tabitha's mischievous blue eyes were big and round. "Rogue, why aren't you wearing your over-shirt? And even better, why is it on the floor?" Tabitha gasped. "Oh my gosh! He did kiss her! I know he did! She's all blushing and...Oh Holy mother of Multiple (Jamie for the uninformed)! He's immune to her powers! Oh my gosh! Everyone lay eyes on the hottie who broke through Rogue's emotional barriers! But wait, we'd have been told by Xavier that he was immune. So that means she...has control over her powers! He kissed her and she is not unconscious!" Tabitha had completely lost her head. She seemed so excited.
Rogue hid how much these statements hurt. She and Remy both knew that she did not have control. She was horrified by Tabby's reaction though. Rogue turned to Remy, who was basking in all the attention. He made absolutely no move to correct all the gushing girls, and those like Kurt who were speechlessly mouthing like fish out of water.
:"No everybody, you have it all wrong. He did not kiss her." Jean informed the group. Rogue smiled appreciatively at the older girl. Jean had obviously seen the horrified look on Rogue's face and read it properly. Rogue was instantly sorry for all the things she had said to the older girl. As she opened her mouth to apologize for comparing Jean to her awful mother, Mystique, Jean continued.
"He did not kiss her, guys." Jean smirked coyly. "Lay off him guys. She kissed him."
Rogue's face went from very white to very in seconds flat. All her friends and fellow X-Men and Amanda just gaped at her. She tried to say something, anything. But words failed her. Everyone's wide eyes and dropped jaws were to much to handle.
She felt the tears threaten to fall from her eyes and she stubbornly forced them back. She stood tall and proud with the scraps of dignity she still possessed and walked calmly past everyone, with her head held high. She climbed the stairs and willed the tears to remain in her eyes. She walked to the room that she and Kitty shared. A few moments later the people in the rec room heard a door slam loudly and a muffled thump told them that Rogue had thrown herself onto her bed.
"Aw, Chére!" Remy cried and hurried up the stairs to comfort her.
Kitty watched the whole scene of events unfold.
"Oh darn it all!" Tabby pouted. "Now we'll never find out what happened for real. Look what you went and did Red," she glowered at the older girl.
Kitty smirked that smirk that would not have been out of character for Pietro once again. "Guys, they are like, so totally going to like, assassinate me. But I have a way to know exactly what happened..."
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So how was that? I tried my hand at a major Jean bashing scene AND an explosion of Romy in the same chapter. Let me know how it was. The major fluffy Romyness was inspired by Valentines day. Also it will probably be the biggest Xplosion of Romance for a little while. Because as one of my reviewer's says I have too much "sugar" So you can all be mad at howlerdrode for the fact that the romantic stuff will be delayed for a chapter or two. But do not stop reading! I promise it will still be funny and sweet and all that, just a chapter to let all this "sugar" settle. Of course there will still be flirtiness and sweetness and stuff but not a huge scene.
So Happy Valentines day to all of my beloved readers and reviewers. Within the week I will be posting my Valentine's Romy deal witch will be packed with Romy fluffiness!
So what DID you think of this? Like it? Hate it? Think trained assassin penguins should peck me to death? Tell me for the love of Mystique! TELL ME! I am on February Break so I will be posting some other stories too...
Ok. Chapter five completed Friday, February 13th. Luv y'all for reading and reviewing.
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