Calliana, ishandahalf, Anamarie Chambers, Chica de Los Ojos Café, dougyboy, Gammy91, Rose 10, Freak 87, em, HopelessAzn, Impacient, Spicy Sweet, Friend to all: Yaaaay for positive feedback, glad you guys are still reading and reviewing even though I've neglected you for so long. So, as promised, I shall now pass out my patented cookie dough ice cream smothered in hot fudge and whipped cream topped with that scrumtulous man Remy Lebeau and, per request of Gammy91, I'll even add a cherry on top (Bing, to match the color of Remy's eyes . . . lol)
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To clear up some confusion: People at Bayville know that Rogue can not be touched because she has some kind of condition, but the whole Mutant coming out hasn't happened yet so they don't know enough to be scared of her and to really classify her as anything specific. Rogue and Kurt are part of the brotherhood and everyone else is part of their canon team. The characters all have powers. Couples mentioned so far are Lance/Kitty, John/Wanda and Rogue/Pietro (ick). . . I think that's it.
Recommendation: Stitches, Burns and Blood by Neurotic Temptress: (A few people have mentioned "Hazard" in their reviews, which inspired me to this recommendation because I honestly thing it's her best story) I can't really summarize this story b/c it would give away the plotline, but it revolves around Logan, Remy, Rogue and Ororo. It's AU and takes place mostly in a bar that is owned by Logan. It has conflict, romance, witty one-liners, gambling, drinking…everything to make a good time. I wish I could say more, but I don't want to give stuff away. I just want to say Neurotic Temptress is an amazing author and anything by her is worth your read.
Rogue sat at the lunch table half-listening to Pietro as he droned on about some amazing accomplishment that he had made that day. She really didn't care all that much. Gawd, all he eva talks about is himself.Her boyfriend's a dick
Whoa, Rogue, that's your boyfriend, you shouldn't be thinking stuff like that about him. Rogue sighed under her breath. The past week she had been getting increasingly annoyed with Pietro every time he talked. She was starting to realize that he never cared about what she had to say, it was all about him. It all started that day in the park with Remy.
No, no no no no. Ya are not thinkin' about him again, girl. Ya had a few great conversations with the boy and that's it. Ya haven't even seen him in three days…Oh great, now ya're counting.
Rogue watched as Lance stood up from their table and crossed the courtyard to where the X-men were. Scott Summers stood up as soon as Lance was within ten feet of where they were sitting. He seemed to be yelling something, but Lance just rolled his eyes and kept walking towards them. He bent down next to Kitty and whispered something into her ear. She moved to stand up from the bench, but Kurt grabbed onto her arm before she could leave. She shook him off and grabbed Lance's hand before picking up her purse and leaving the table.
Rogue had to admire the way they always found time to be together even though Kitty's friends didn't approve of her seeing Lance. Pietro didn't actually approve of it either, but Lance didn't really give two shits about what Pietro thought.
Ah think they're cute together. Rogue thought as the couple disappeared around the side of the school building. Her thoughts were interrupted by something landing on the table in front of her. She looked down to see her missing Ipod and then noticed that Remy was standing across from her, a smirk on his face.
Pietro visibly tensed next to Rogue, preparing for a fight, but Remy just nodded his head and then walked away, his old brown Trench coat whipping around his feet as he left. Rogue's eyes followed his retreating form until Pietro grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around.
"Whatthehellwasthatfor?" He yelled. His speech always sped up when he was upset about something.
"What?" Rogue asked.
"That," Pietro replied, pointing at the table.
"My Ipod."
"I knowthat. What I meant was Whydidhehaveit?"
"Because he was returning it ta meh. Is there somethin wrong with that?"
"Yes, sincewhendoyouhangaroundwithhim?"
"Ya know what? Ah don't need to sit here and get lectured by ya on who Ah can and can't talk to. And get your hands off meh." Rogue pushed Pietro's hands away from her shoulders and stood up from the table. She put her head phones over her ears and stalked back into the school, not caring that everyone was watching her leave.
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Rogue entered the park and scanned the area for a familiar face. She told herself that she wasn't looking for anyone in particular, just whoever happened to be there that day, but she wasn't really doing a good job of convincing herself that was true. She walked over to the tree she had seen Remy sitting under the other day and dropped her backpack on the ground. She pulled her Ipod out of the front pocket and looked at it for a second.
She had been so upset with Pietro earlier that she forgot to question how Remy had gotten a hold of her stuff. There was no way he had just happened to find it somewhere, she never left it lying around. Her music was her only defense against Todd and Wanda's constant fighting, Blob's insistence that there wasn't enough food in the house and Pietro's never-ending talk about himself.
There ya go again gal, thinkin' negative thoughts about ya boyfriend.Rogue sighed to herself and put her headphones over her ears. Here she was, having to constantly remind herself not to think negative thoughts about Pietro and yet she couldn't convince herself to be mad at Remy for stealing her things.
You've done a real number on yaself now, Rogue. What is wrong with ya?She flipped through her playlists, looking for something angry and bitter when she came across a title she had never seen before.
Remy's mix, what the…?
She scanned down the song titles and couldn't help smile to herself. That boy certainly had interesting taste in music.
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Remy sat with his feet propped up on the plain metal table, shuffling a deck of cards between his hands. John was sitting next to him completely enthralled with the fire miniatures of Darth Vader and Obi Wan Kenobi that were currently battling each other dangerously close to Remy's boots. On the other side of John sat Piotr, looking straight ahead and waiting for Magneto to begin speaking.
The Master of Magnetism had called an impromptu meeting of his acolytes (minus Sabretooth who had wandered off somewhere the night before) to share some sort of important information with them that would affect their current assignments.
Dieu, please let it be dat Remy does not have t' go t' school no more.
"Alright," Magneto began, causing John to jump in his seat and look around as if just noticing where he was. Remy looked up from his cards, but kept flipping them easily between his hands. Magneto sent him an annoyed look which did nothing to deter the Cajun. He just sighed and continued on to his announcement.
"It has been a month since I assigned you all to take up attendance at Bayville High with the exception of Pyro who has been enrolled throughout this entire term and, thus far, you have simply been handling some necessary observations. At this point in time, however, you are being reassigned."
"Dat mean dat Remy don' have t' go t' school anymore?" The Cajun asked, momentarily halting the movement of his card.
"Aw, bugger, and oi was startin' to like goin to school. Got me a Sheila now and everythin. Thought you said oi could stay when I joined ya." Everyone turned to look at John, trying to gauge whether he was serious or not.
"If there was any doubt before, comrade, you just removed it. You must be insane." Piotr muttered.
"Enough," Magneto shouted, moving the conversation back on track. "You will all still remain in school; you will just now have a new assignment to attend to. Colossus, you will continue to observe the X-men as your primary targets, attempting to infiltrate their ranks if possible. Look for anyone with a weakness and exploit it. Divide and conquer."
The stoic Russian gave a nearly imperceptible nod, but Magneto understood and moved on to Remy and John.
"As for you two" the master of magnetism began as he threw two files down on the table, "you are to begin recruiting the following two mutants with as much efficiency and expediency as possible. I want to see them in this room by the end of next week."
"Who are dey?" Remy asked while reaching for one of the files.
"My children. Pietro and Wanda Maximoff."
He brings a gun to school
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"Oi can't believe it. My Sheila is Mags' daughter! He's going to put me on the Barbie when he finds out I been snoggin his lil' gal." John yelled as he paced around the base. Remy watched him from his perch on the windowsill while Piotr tried to calm him down.
"Da, but I think that the most shocking news here is that Magneto has children at all, regardless of who they may be." John just turned to glare at the Russian while a flaming likeness of Magneto stood choking his doppelganger on the metal floor.
"See mate, that's going to be me. Bloody 'ell. I'm too young to die!" Pyro threw himself at the Russians large feet and clung to his leg as his fire creatures disappeared. Piotr looked to Remy for help, but the Cajun was already heading out the door, keys in hand.
"Where are you going, comrade?"
"Out." Was the only reply he received as the door slammed shut.
"Well, John, should Magneto want to kill you, I doubt he would do so by choking you," The Russian tried, but that only seemed to make John cling tighter.
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Remy stretched out on the bleachers behind the school, trying to catch a quick nap during his lunch break. He couldn't sleep last night after Magneto's announcement so he had spent the whole night driving around town on his motorcycle, thinking about anything and everything.
How could dat . . . dat prick by Mags' son? An' why does Remy get stuck bein de one t' recruit him. Dat'll go over great. "Hey home, Remy knows y' hate his guts an' all but his mentally deranged boss would like y' t' know dat he's y' dad and wants you t' join his team, only if y' bring y' incredibly hot an' powerful girlfriend wit y' though."
And he'd simply kick
Remy let out a snort at that thought and rubbed his hands over his face as he tried to make himself comfortable. He heard someone else climb onto the bleachers and listened as their footsteps came closer to his position. They came to a stop right by his head and Remy cracked one eye open to see a pair of high-heeled black boots in front of him. His eyes traveled upwards from the shoes to take in the short skirt, tank top and opera gloves which accompanied them. Eventually they landed on the face of a smirking Rogue whose arms were crossed over her chest.
"Y' mind movin' chere, y' blockin Remy's sun." He stated without moving from his position. Rogue's smirk just widened at this comment as she dropped her hands to her hips.
"Actually, Ah do mind, ya dirty thief."
Remy sat up at this comment, taking in Rogue's stance, trying to determine if she was pissed or just being playful. He quirked an eyebrow at her in question, but didn't say anything else.
Rogue rolled her eyes and reached into her purse. When she pulled her hand back out, it was clutching her Ipod, which she held out for him to see.
"Ya stole it from meh when ya gave meh a ride home th' other day." She stated matter-of-factly and Remy guessed that she wasn't actually mad at him.
"No idea what y' be talking bout chere, y' left in on Remy's bike and he was just returnin' it t' y' today."
"Yah're a horrible liar."
"I am not!" Remy yelled in response and glared at Rogue. If she didn't know better she would say that he was pouting. She had to laugh at the expression on his face. She shook her head and put the Ipod back in her purse, sitting down on the bench next to him.
"Are ya goin' ta say anything?" She asked, but her only response was a sideways glare from Remy who was most definitely pouting.
"Alright, fahne, Ah'm sorry." She said, but still didn't get any response. With sign, she stood up from her position and Remy thought she was going to leave, but she just walked closer to him and leaned in so that she was nearly straddling his lap. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in towards his ear.
"Ah'm sorry, Remy. Yah're a great liar and an even better thief." She pushed back to a standing position, letting her hands trail down his chest before she grabbed her purse and turned to walk away. "Just don't steal anymore of my thangs, sugah."
Remy just watched in amazement as she stepped down from the bleachers and sent a wink back over her shoulder. She had a huge smile on her face as she disappeared around the corner, finally shaking Remy out of his trance.
What de hell was dat?
He shook his head and reached into his pocket to pull out his own Ipod. He still had a while left of his lunch period and he needed some good music to clear his head. When he reached his hand into his trench coat, though, he found nothing but a deck of cards and cell phone.
Damn, she's good. She jus stole an Ipod and cigarettes from de Prince of T'ieves.
Remy laid back down on the bench and closed his eyes. Looked like it was back to Plan A.
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"Do you have any lipstick I could borrow?" Wanda asked Rogue as she climbed onto the bench beside her. Rogue didn't look up from her conversation with Pietro so Wanda just grabbed her purse and started looking through it. She saw a small silver case and pulled out what she thought was a mirror. When she flipped it open, though, she found an almost full cigarette holder. She smacked Rogue on the back of the head, earning a glare from her fellow goth.
"What?" Rogue asked with obvious annoyance.
"Since when do you smoke?" Wanda asked, holding up the tin in front of her.
"Where'd you get that?" Pietro replied, before Rogue could even start forming an answer.
"From your lovely girlfriend's purse. Now, I repeat the question, since when do you smoke, Noel?"
"I don't," Rogue replied, snatching the case from Wanda's hand and pocketing it, "but Mystique has been pissing me off lately with all this clean living shit she's pushing on us so I just bought them to freak her out. And don't call me Noel."
"Right. And you put them in a fancy case because?"
"Mystique knows me too well. I would never carry something around as ugly and clunky as a box of cigarettes. They're much more stylish this way."
"Yeah, like I'd buy that for a second."
"Leave her alone, Wanda." Pietro spoke up. "I believe her. Why would she lie to us about something stupid like that? Plus, if she wanted to smoke it wouldn't be any of your business."
Under the cover of Pietro's rant, Rogue sent a look back towards the school or, more specifically, toward the lone figure watching her from a second floor window. An action which was not lost on Wanda.
My ass if he knew the truth
What's your secret, Rogue? You may be able to pull the wool over Pietro's eyes, but I'm not quite so easy to fool.
Before Wanda could start another argument, the bell rang, beckoning the students back into the stuffy halls of that dungeon known as High School. This time, though, Wanda went with a smile on her face.
Just in time for my physics lab . . .
She grabbed her bag from the table and ran into the school without saying anything to her brother or Rogue. She was a woman on a mission. A mission to have a very important chat with her lab partner.
For those who don't remember, Remy is Wanda's lab partner. I think that was mentioned in chapter 2.
Oooh, would you look at that? A plot seems to have surfaced. I don't know if anything will come of it, but it at least makes this story look like it has a purpose. Whoopeee!
This chapter was going to be longer, but I divided it up into two parts so that I could post this up today. Let me know what you thought, it makes me write faster, I swear. And, as always:
You stay classy, reviewers,
Samantha