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I won't say anything until the end
Winnie had a natural talent for this. Theo took a lot of pictures from various different angles. The newest addition to the market, discovered not three months ago at a shopping mall, was literally eighteen. Yet the maturity and history in her eyes made her look older. But her body was much younger than she appeared. Apparently, Dom had found her while shopping in the south, and she with broken French and Spanish was able to communicate well.
"Hold the strap of the bikini and pull it downwards" he asked of the model. Winnie Olga Beaucoup was an import, and one of the finest in a long time. She had wavy golden brown hair, not much money in her pocket and nothing and no one to respond for her. What they were able to understand is that she moved with a cousin, but then was kicked out when a third kid was on the way and she was simply taking up too much space. Theo loved working with her. She was malleable to his directing skills, and in the past two months her photographs were still never the same. In fact, Dom had just suggested changing her hair color to plain brown. He was sure that her moss green eyes would stand out even more with that.
"Now take a hand to the necklace, and another to your breasts" she did so and looked at him with her doe eyes. The wavy hair behind her moved well in the artificial wind that was set up just before him. He appreciated the girl in front of him quite enough. She refused to take of her clothes, she had managed with her own translator to get paid well, and she was business savvy, not a dumb blonde to just pop into the media just like that. And she was just eighteen.
"Lovely, now smile, play with the necklace" she did so. It looked natural, and her life was completely her own. She had her own place to live, her own very big and stable bank account and a life going on for herself. The one thing , and this most probably affected her factor in the media, is that she was never seen outside. The fame did not cloud her judgment and her life was a secret. Who she was seen with, who she spent her time with was a complete mystery. And that was her allure.
"Okay" he told her. The memory was filled, there were about 600 slides to chose for the seven image ad campaign that was going to fill America for the next month. She was the new face of summer Tiffany's.
Elena didn't bother to shift to get on the next plane. She hoped that John had forgotten about her already. But something in the pit of her stomach she knew that he had not. She pretended to settle down to read Paranoia, but kept watch to see if she saw him. For the longest time she didn't, and when finally the plane started to be called she sighed in relief as she got on.
He made sure she was already inside the plane before he followed suit. He had gotten a seat in one of the first rows, just to be sure she would not see him until they arrived.
During the plane ride, she manually had to change and make herself look like the person that her parents knew. Straight hair, green eyes, ugly stubby hands, big ass, and that unimportant outfit that she used for them. Yeah, I just come back from school. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, as far as they knew what she always wore.
She smiled at herself at the mirror, hoping that her parents were none the wiser.
They were about to land. She went back to her seat. She organized the secret compartments in her purse and made sure her other passports were inconspicuous.
John was the second one out of the airplane. He had taken out his bag with his few belongings quickly. He then got out, pretended to be looking for filled out paperwork as he let a few people before him so he knew where to go by following the crowd. He strolled about, he still had on the same shirt from yesterday. He hadn't seen Paiva yet.
He was quickly separated from the locals, and the probability of seeing her as they reached inmigration. He then went to the baggage claim. He walked about, pretending to wait for his own for a while until he saw her.
She was paying close attention to the rack. It bugged her endlessly to have to wait so much for her bags to come out. He saw red, black, green, orange, white, and even yellow polka dots come out, but no sight of her navy blue bags.
He had seen her, but stayed a few strategic steps away. He already had a plan.
"Ahi!" she said beneath her breath, but John heard her, when she finally had a glimpse of her bags, as she came forward to grab it a hand beat her to it and pulled the bag out for her.
"Gracias!" she said while looking to the generous person that helped her. Her mouth stayed open. John took up his hand to gently close her mouth. She zapped his hand away and shut her mouth herself.
"Fuck, John" she said. "Didn't I tell you that I already have a life?" she said.
"Please, Paiva" he said. "I want to be with you" Was this love sick fool for real? Elena thought.
"That's not my name. And don't call me that here" she asked.
"Please, give me chance. You can tell your family anything you want about me. I can be whatever you want me to be" he offered. "I have nowhere to go, and I have to have a reason to be. And you are a great one" he said.
"Well, get another, find another here if that is what you want." She replied.
"Perdon" a man squished himself towards the rail to recover his bag as well.
"Disculpe" Paiva said and pulled him by the shoulder.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"You" he said simply.
"But you don't know me" she replied,
"I have all the time in the world to get to know you" he replied. She huffed. But somehow, she had already developed a soft spot for this pyromaniac.
"Please" he said, and for some reason this time his puppy brown eyes had a way of getting to her.
"Ugh, fine. You'll have to stay at a hotel, you can't meet my family yet, and they are here to receive me." She started rummaging through her purse. She produced a pen and paper.
"This hotel is good, not too expensive, and I get there tomorrow at some time. Call me to this number if anything, and try to not burn anything" she asked.
"Will do" he said. She stared at him, trying to figure him out. But nothing came to her. She finally gave up and started to leave. He then grabbed her elbow, she turned again. He kissed her smoothly. And she let him.
"Call me Elena, please" she asked as she finally left. He looked at the paper in his hand. She had an eight digit phone number that started with eight. Funny.
"Thanks for coming so quickly, Ororo" she said. Ororo nodded and motioned for the rest of the team as she introduced them,
"Nice to meet all of you, if you'll just come this way" she let everyone into her house. There were many people inside, guests and staff. "The lab is downstairs, and the patients are in the left wing" she informed them.
"You run investigations here?" Kitty asked.
"Yes and no. My investigations are purely theoretical, the patients are granted good accommodations. We simply monitor their brain activity. Would you two like a tour?" she offered the young ones. Ororo had a feeling that the news she need to share with her was of a sensible nature.
"Yes, please" Kitty answered. Ms. MacTaggert said something into a comm device on her wrist that looked like a watch. A handsome young man in his twenties came and took Kitty and Bobby away.
"What's going on, Moira?" Ororo asked.
"Please, come to my office" she asked of her.
Ororo followed her, but had feeling that she was not going to like this.
Moira had a beautiful large desk with a leather chair at each side. A top notch computer sat humming patiently for its newest task. Behind the desk and following the rest of the back wall was a bookshelf almost completely filled. Ororo read some titles, it included physics, physiology, biology, metaphysics, mutations, many different titles in a broad range of subjects.
"Please, come" Moira spoke as she settled on a leather couch that comfortably could fit four people.
"Do you rememeber that crazy theory of Xavier's that one person with no consciousness, say one of my patients that are called brain dead, their bodies are completely functional, but they have no neural activity and no life.
"Yes, for a terminally ill patient to switch bodies with a perfectly healthy body in coma... He still uses that as the key example to his ethics class."
"Yes, well, that doesn't surprise me" Moira replied with knowing smile. "Well, you see, I have this patient, his name is (I cant remember the name!) and about two weeks ago he spoke to me." She said carefully, tactfully.
"Your brain dead patient spoke to you?"
"Yes"
"How is that possible?" Ororo was confused.
"Well, you see, the theory…"
"Wait, what day was this?" Ororo finally asked shocked.
"The day Charles died. Two days before I was called for the funeral" she replied.
"Are you telling me that Charles is not dead? That he moved his consciousness across the Atlantic ocean and into one of your patients?" she said, it was too much to take.
"Not exactly so, Ororo" A voice interrupted inside her head.
"Charles?" she looked around. Even though she knew she was hearing him just in her brain, she never thought she'd hear his voice again.
"Come, I'll take you to his quarters. He has been on a very strict regime, and finally allowed me to contact you yesterday. Im actually so happy that it was you who came" Ororo was in shock, and Moira had to steer her out of her office and to the room / gym that Professor Charles Xavier had set up for himself.
In his new body, walking was not only possible, but every kind of physical workout and making the once comatose body a fit one had been his thriving force for the past weeks. He looked young, athletic, and he had the muscles and mobility to prove so.
"Charles?" Ororo asked tentatively to the man working out in front of her.
"Ororo, my child, I'm so glad you are here" he replied. It was not exactly his voice, and it was definitely not his body, but this was the Xavier that she had known for the longest time in her life.
"By the Gods, its you!" Ororo said and went to hug him. Tears rolled down her cheeks as they held each other.
Moira let herself out and allowed for the student and teacher to reunite.
"Say it" he asked, the light danced in his eyes. She knew it was a big step for her, she knew he did not really cared, but needed something to care about after all the things he had gone through.
"I'm a mutant" she said. He stopped sucking on her neck all right. He saw a hematoma start to form where his mouth used to be. She looked at him, her fingers went to feel the skin he had tenderly kissed. She felt the bruising start to form and nipped the upper part of the skin there. She pulled on it and the skin pulled forward, and then the bruised pattern slipped into her hand.
"I don't care that you're a mutant" he said. She replied with a half smile, knowingly.
"Off course you don't, you're a mutant, too" she said. He looked dumbstruck at her.
"Daria Paiva…" he said. She rolled her eyes to the side and smiled mischeviously.
"That's not my actual name, though it does have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" she said sneakily.
"Why lie?" he asked.
"Anonymous sex is the best sex" she said knowingly, licking her lips after saying so. John had to agree, unfortunately.
"So, you gonna tell me now?" he asked.
"Hmm…. I don't know" she said. "I am not sure I trust you" she said. He rolled his eyes and went back to kissing her. His hand automatically went to caress her soft bare breast, and his manhood found her wet folds again. They had spent the better part of the night in bed. Talking, then fucking, then talking again.
But the woman besides him wanted to take things slow. She was not yet completely open about herself, she would not allow him near her family and would not tell her much about her other lives.
"Hmm. I can be your partner in crime" he said to her.
"You have been a follower for so much of your life, don't you want to be independent? To fly into the wind not knowing where you'll go from here?" she suggested in between moans. He thrust slowly as he thought about it.
"But I was not born to lead" he replied softly.
"That does not mean you cannot choose your own future, Fuego" she said smoothly, so close to his ear, a soft moan echoing his.
"What did you call me?" he asked.
"Fire" she breathed.
"Hmm. Not bad." He replied.
"I would hope so" she smiled and then went to suck at his neck and arm. He groaned and then placed a kiss and then started to try and eat the skin at the nape of her neck as well.
"You are so good, Paiva" he told her. They were still going slow, and the sweet nothings exchanged were just okay.
"You gonna stick to that name?" she asked. Her eyes closed, she had bitten her lip when he fastened the pace a bit, and he looked closely at her.
"Why not, it suits you" he said.
"But you know its not my name.
"Well then, you know Fuego is not my name either"
"Ahh. Fuck me harder and stop talking, John" she finally asked.
"As you wish" he then kissed her mouth forcefully, and then both screamed into each others mouth as the feelings racked their bodies, hot skin against hotter skin, sweat amounting between themselves, and this time with space to move around.
She changed her hair again. This time she went to a radical new her and changed it to a golden brown. She had left Mobile after her first paycheck, it was not much, but should get her at least a few states away.
This time she traveled by bus, turned out to be cheaper. And she wasn't traveling as far as before.
She arrived in Louisiana, and to celebrate she made her way to the mall to find a few more summer dresses to wear. She thought she might even find a job there, even if it did not pay much. She took out her four ids: Marie D'Ancanto, Danielle Andrews, Erin Ravecork and Winifred Beaucoup. In all of them she had photoshopped hair, courtesy of the local computer geek at Xaviers, she seemed to recall his name was Webber. She had purple hair as Erin, golden brown hair as Winifred, black as Danielle and was wearing a hat and glasses as herself. She thought the color she chose looked a lot like Winifred Beaucoup, a name she wished she could change..
"Winifred?" she thought out loud, but then again, she had to be changing. She hid the rest of the ids with her extra cash in the secret zipper of her bag. She placed Winifred Beacoup at the top of her wallet. She bought a flowing white dress with a crochet pattern that danced across her abdomen. She changed into it and wondered around the mall, exposing and flaunting her new tan, as she concentrated on the personality and history of the new person she was about to be.
No English, she had a good French foundation and she was after all in Louisiana. Maybe Winnie for short. Used to live in Latin America, no links. Family unknown.
Marie window shopped for a while, knowing it was best to spend the littlest amount of money as possible. She loved the breeze, although artificial, that made her sundress flow around her legs. She was not worrying about anything, had kept training while in Mobile and felt as good as ever. She was even starting to consider college, save some money, find a state college around the south, a whole new beginning awaited her. You don't have to be a metamorph to blend in.
Jubilee was bored out of her mind. Wolverine had taken all the new recruits out camping to test their skills, she did not specifically want any details on that.
After eight hours at her computer, she had had enough, so she turned it off and started walking around the mansion. It was quiet enough, she just hopped not to hear Bobby and Kitty somewhere around the mansion. She passed the front door and saw the mail. She took her magazines, Elle, Marie Claire and Vogue had just arrived.
She now had something to do.
She went down to the empty game room, thank goodness it was empty, and settled on a couch to page through them.
She started with Vogue, there was another blonde girl on the cover, she opened it and started leafing through. Fake boobs, fake hair, fake ass. Finally, she found some clothes. She found a collection of summer dresses to die for, ranging from pink to purple to plaid. She saw a beautiful dress tagged at three hundred and ninety dollars. She saw a hot little piece of tube bottom skirt with a wavy one shoulder upper part. The model was standing sideways to accentuate her butt, but it was not necessary. She then turned to see the model, just for the sake of a little bit of benign envy. She saw green on brown eyes staring back at her, with wavy golden blonde hair surrounding her in a sexy style.
She then wrinkled her nose and turned the page around. It was the same model in all of the collection, except for two or three outfits, She went back to the first one she saw, the face looked familiar, but just the face. The skin color was off, the hair color was off, but it reminded her of someone she knew.
"Oh SH…. HELLLL NOO!" she screamed. She connected two dots that were impossible to connect.
Just then, she heard a ruckus upstairs.
"Bug, was I too loud?" she looked around. Piotr was standing in the doorway not a minute later, and Warren quickly followed. She dropped the magazine and took the other one.
"What happened?" Piotr asked in his sexy thick accent, Jubilee took a second to take in the accent, she still was not used to it, then replied.
"Um, I saw a bug" she lied.
"Right" Warren said. "Last time you saw a bug you brought it to me in your hand and I shooed you away. What is it?"
"Um, I just… I could be wrong" she started off.
"About what?" Piotr asked, irritated.
"About this" she showed them the picture of the blonde girl in a sexy navy blue dress.
"Who is that?" Warren asked. He then looked at carefully, making his eyes grow wide.
"That, is the new face of Saks Fifth Avenue" Jubilee informed the two guys.
"Huh, so?" Piotr asked.
"Take away the hair, Piotr" Warren pointed out.
"Eto vozmozhno?" he looked in awe. (Is it possible?)
"What?" Jubilee asked, confused.
"Is that Rogue?" he finally said.
"I think so," Warren said.
"I think so too." Jubilee said.
"We can't tell anybody" Warren said.
"Duh, it would blow her cover" Jubilee said.
"He means to not say anything, to throw those magazines away before anyone else sees them" Piotr said.
"And especially for you," Piotr emphazised to her, "to keep your mouth shut"
"But"
"No"
"Come o-
"Jubilee, don't make me ask the professor to erase that memory from you" he said tactfully.
"Ugh" she sighed in defeat, she then went back to her magazines.
"She's on the cover of Marie Claire, too" she said as they were starting to leave. "She's making the easiest money of her life. That should be me" she said to nobody.
As he was going upstairs, he made a mental call to Xavier: Professor, Jubilee knows.
It was bound to happen, Piotr. Thank you for controlling it. I'll take care of it later. We must make sure that Wolverine does not find out.
Dom Aziza Lishe has been in the business for almost a decade now, and was afraid that she was getting old and was about to get kicked out. She had been mall tripping for the past week finding the new, fresh look that the company wanted. Working publicity was good for her, until she needed new models. She knew that about three hundred applications from struggling wannabes awaited at her desk, but there was something natural in girls that have not considered being a model before. And it also gave her an excuse to work and relax at the same time.
She peered into yet another shop.
She saw three pairs of long, beautiful legs worthy of her attention. One she quickly reassessed on account of her fake tan. All three were wearing dresses, and the two that she liked, she hadn't seen their faces yet, were already confident enough to wear white and red dresses, respectively.
The woman in the red dress was busy trying on some shoes, and when she finally stood up to check them out on the mirror, Dom had to look away. The girl had a tattoo covering her neck, torso and plunging into her breasts. That would need too much make up to cover up. Asides from the double take on this woman, she had pretty eyes and a pretty perky nose. But she was out. She tried to look for the white dress again.
But it was already getting out of the store.
She hesitated for a moment before following. This girl, looked very young, had wavy golden blonde hair that trailed behind her, not too long, but it moved along with her curves well enough. Not that she needed a runway model though. She followed behind assessing the girl,
Confident walk. Nice firm legs, somewhat toned. Managed heels just allright, even though they were booties. Slim waist. She need to look at her face though.
Getting creative, she tried to glimpse through the window of the shops. She managed to a see a not too small and not too big elegant nose. Simple earrings. She was about ready to interrupt her when she went into yet another store.
"Hello. I am looking for job" she said in broken English.
"Sugah, we need someone with experience and fluent in english" the sales rep replied.
"I have experience. I learn quickly. Besides, my English isn't that bad" she replied.
"Where you from, sugah?" Seliha, as her name tag indicated, asked her.
"French Guiana" she replied.
"So you speak french?" the girl just nodded.
"Anything else?"
"Caribe, Arawak and Spanish" she replied.
"Well, Spanish might work" she said. "Leave me your info and I'll have my boss call you back"
Dom pretended to be very busy with her phone until she finished the papers and turned around to leave.
"You looking for a job, girl?" she asked. She had a pretty face that at the moment was stunned by the offer. She then quickly nodded.
"Well, I'm looking for a model. And I think you have just the spark"
"What's the catch?" Marie had a thousand things on her mind to say to this woman.
"Fame, most probably" she replied.
"Whats the salary?" she asked.
"Three grand a week, and we pay for everything" she replied.
"I'm gonna need a lawyer before I sign anything" the girl replied.
"What's your name?"
"Winnie Beaucoup" she replied.
"Let's get you a lawyer, Winnie" Dom offered.
For all the Remy lovers, don't worry! He's gonna be here soon enough.
I hope that you like what i did with Rogue, i might have taken a few liberties with that.
As for the Pyro/oc... this is where it ends. I apologize for those who liked it, but truth is this is about Rogue.
Thank you so much for sticking through my slow writing.
I would really appreciate any reviews.