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Disclaimer - I do not own X-Men: Evolution.
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Rogue sat with Gambit, playing cards. She smiled up at him and won the game. Then he beat her and so on and so forth. John was in the library, Piotr was playing chess with Professor Xavier, Ororo was out in the kitchen watching the news with Logan, Kitty and Kurt were talking outside, Jubilee and Bobby were playing with Gage, and Ray was in the library, on his laptop.
"Ah beat ya four outta ten." She scowled.
"An' Remy beat y' six outta ten. Remy wins!" He grinned and she glared at him.
"Ya don't have ta rub it in!"
"Yes, Remy does!"
"No, Remy doesn't." She gave him a look and he smiled, getting up and walking out into the kitchen. Kurt bamf-ed in, took a donut, and bamf-ed out. Apparently him and Kitty were done with their talk. He looked absorbed in a book. Kitty came in, looking upset. "What be de problem, petite?"
"Kurt doesn't seem, like, too happy about me and Lance." She plopped down in a chair and pushed the small tray of donuts away. She didn't have an appetite.
"He jus' needs time, petite." Gambit put his hand on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. "Maybe he doesn' know why y' like him."
"Like who? Oh, Lance. But that's what I just, like, told him!" She said in a hurt tone. Rogue grabbed Kurt and pulled him over to the door. Kurt went limp. He didn't want to hurt Kitty but he liked her. A lot. "I like Kurt a lot. He's like a brother to me. I like Lance romantically." She paused. "There is, like, a difference!"
"Remy knows." Gambit nodded and took a seat beside her. "He t'inks y' should give 'im more reasons t' why y' like Lance. Kurt be lookin' out fo' y'."
"I, like, guess you're right. Thanks, Gambit." She stood up and left the room. Gambit turned around and looked at Rogue. He winked at her and she winked back. Kurt had bamf-ed out of the room when she stood up.
"Good work, Swamp rat."
"T'anks, River rat." He kissed her cheek lightly. "Remy wants t' g' play wit' his son."
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"This is oddly amusing." John said, blinking. Amara was teaching him about some stuff and telling him about her island.
"Amusing?" She asked, raising a brow. He nodded and pointed out the traditions they had. "Oh, I know it may be since you never heard of some of these things before."
"So, your father picked out a husband?" She nodded then bit her lip and looked away from him.
"I was engaged." He frowned and sat there, feeling dumb for bringing it up, but also feeling a bit jealous.
"To who?" She didn't look at him.
"To a man named Rick." John swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Did you ever meet him?" She nodded.
"He was a friend of mine. He didn't know why I left, though. No one did but my father." She knew his unspoken question. "We never got to marry. My powers manifested before I was of the right age."
"I see." Was all John could say. He continued to read about it and she continued to explain certain things. They turned to more light-hearted subjects and he talked a little bit about Australia.
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Rogue and Gambit sat on the couch, watching TV. A movie was on but neither was concentrating on it. They were talking and teasing each other.
"Get a room." Logan said, rolling his eyes. He shook his head and gave them a disgusted look. Gambit got up to make popcorn and followed the man into the kitchen.
"Remy dun t'ink dat was nice."
"Sorry if I offended you." Logan said sarcastically.
"S'okay." He looked around for popcorn. "Where be de popcorn, Wolvie?"
"Top cupboard, furthest on the left." Gambit reached up and found it.
"T'anks." Logan just grunted. Gambit went back in with the popcorn a few minutes later. Rogue moved back over and allowed him room to sit.
"Did Logan mean literally?"
"Remy dun know."
"Ah don't think he would." Rogue said, laughing. Kitty came in and sat on the floor with Gage in her lap.
"Thanks for, like, letting me babysit him." Rogue smiled. Kitty looked a little better. Gambit leaned down and kissed Rogue. They paid no attention to the movie or to the fact that Kitty and Kurt, who just joined them, stole the popcorn.
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Little Gage sat down on the floor and colored a picture all by himself. On his fourth birthday, which was two weeks away, the professor arranged a school that would accept him and Hank made the boy an image inducer.
"What's this color, honey?" Rogue asked, pointing to a crayon. Gage looked at it then picked it up.
"Blue!" She laughed and nodded. He watched as she pointed to another one. "Gween." Another. "Puple."
"Rogue!" Jamie knocked and came in. "Mr. McCoy wants to see you about something." He blinked at Gage.
"Okay." Gambit came in from Logan's training session and dropped onto the bed. She stared at him, Jamie stared at him, and Gage blinked.
"Three hours wit' Sir Logan.. Dead.." Rogue walked over to the bed.
"Ya ain't sleepin' wit' meh if ya stink wit' sweat, Sugah." He looked up at her and sat up.
"But Remy--"
"No buts, Rem. Ya're takin' a shower." He groaned and got up, walking slowly back out of the room.
"Three whole hours with MR. LOGAN!?" Jamie asked, his eyes wide. "How did he ever survive?"
"Ah have no idea." Kurt was about to walk by but Rogue hurriedly grabbed his arm. "Will ya watch Gage fo' a minute?" He nodded. "Thanks, Kurt."
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Flipping channels. Channel surfing. Nothing on. Gambit turned the TV off and fell asleep. Rain beat against the windows and lulled him into sleep. The remote dropped to the floor from his limp hand and he snuggled into the couch. He stretched his legs out. The couch was just too comfortable. He laid there. A small snore escaped him and thunder blocked it out. Rogue sat on their bed and wrapped her arms around Gage. He was sleeping in her arms, his small body curled up in a ball.
"Rem?" She whispered when someone opened her door. Logan came in and shut the door quietly. "Oh, Logan."
"Gumbo fell asleep on the couch." He said and sat down when she moved over. "He needed that session, though. After skippin' all the rest." She smiled.
"What does he have set fo' tomorrah?" He smirked at her.
"Two sessions. One in the mornin' and one in the afternoon. The first is a two hour and the second is a three." She whistled. "He's havin' them with Pyro."
"Damn, he'll be dead befo' his head hits the pillow." She said. Then she gave him a skeptical glance. "Ya tryin' ta kill mah boyfriend?" She narrowed her eyes.
"No." He said with a shake of his head. "He needs somethin' to do. Maybe when he gets back into shape, he can help me train the new recruits."
"Yeah, Scott is takin' more abuse than Ah've evah witnessed possible." Logan chuckled.
"Maybe Gumbo can do better than Scott."
"We'll see."
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Done with this chapter! Woo!
Disclaimer - I do not own X-Men: Evolution.
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Rogue sat with Gambit, playing cards. She smiled up at him and won the game. Then he beat her and so on and so forth. John was in the library, Piotr was playing chess with Professor Xavier, Ororo was out in the kitchen watching the news with Logan, Kitty and Kurt were talking outside, Jubilee and Bobby were playing with Gage, and Ray was in the library, on his laptop.
"Ah beat ya four outta ten." She scowled.
"An' Remy beat y' six outta ten. Remy wins!" He grinned and she glared at him.
"Ya don't have ta rub it in!"
"Yes, Remy does!"
"No, Remy doesn't." She gave him a look and he smiled, getting up and walking out into the kitchen. Kurt bamf-ed in, took a donut, and bamf-ed out. Apparently him and Kitty were done with their talk. He looked absorbed in a book. Kitty came in, looking upset. "What be de problem, petite?"
"Kurt doesn't seem, like, too happy about me and Lance." She plopped down in a chair and pushed the small tray of donuts away. She didn't have an appetite.
"He jus' needs time, petite." Gambit put his hand on her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile. "Maybe he doesn' know why y' like him."
"Like who? Oh, Lance. But that's what I just, like, told him!" She said in a hurt tone. Rogue grabbed Kurt and pulled him over to the door. Kurt went limp. He didn't want to hurt Kitty but he liked her. A lot. "I like Kurt a lot. He's like a brother to me. I like Lance romantically." She paused. "There is, like, a difference!"
"Remy knows." Gambit nodded and took a seat beside her. "He t'inks y' should give 'im more reasons t' why y' like Lance. Kurt be lookin' out fo' y'."
"I, like, guess you're right. Thanks, Gambit." She stood up and left the room. Gambit turned around and looked at Rogue. He winked at her and she winked back. Kurt had bamf-ed out of the room when she stood up.
"Good work, Swamp rat."
"T'anks, River rat." He kissed her cheek lightly. "Remy wants t' g' play wit' his son."
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"This is oddly amusing." John said, blinking. Amara was teaching him about some stuff and telling him about her island.
"Amusing?" She asked, raising a brow. He nodded and pointed out the traditions they had. "Oh, I know it may be since you never heard of some of these things before."
"So, your father picked out a husband?" She nodded then bit her lip and looked away from him.
"I was engaged." He frowned and sat there, feeling dumb for bringing it up, but also feeling a bit jealous.
"To who?" She didn't look at him.
"To a man named Rick." John swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Did you ever meet him?" She nodded.
"He was a friend of mine. He didn't know why I left, though. No one did but my father." She knew his unspoken question. "We never got to marry. My powers manifested before I was of the right age."
"I see." Was all John could say. He continued to read about it and she continued to explain certain things. They turned to more light-hearted subjects and he talked a little bit about Australia.
-
Rogue and Gambit sat on the couch, watching TV. A movie was on but neither was concentrating on it. They were talking and teasing each other.
"Get a room." Logan said, rolling his eyes. He shook his head and gave them a disgusted look. Gambit got up to make popcorn and followed the man into the kitchen.
"Remy dun t'ink dat was nice."
"Sorry if I offended you." Logan said sarcastically.
"S'okay." He looked around for popcorn. "Where be de popcorn, Wolvie?"
"Top cupboard, furthest on the left." Gambit reached up and found it.
"T'anks." Logan just grunted. Gambit went back in with the popcorn a few minutes later. Rogue moved back over and allowed him room to sit.
"Did Logan mean literally?"
"Remy dun know."
"Ah don't think he would." Rogue said, laughing. Kitty came in and sat on the floor with Gage in her lap.
"Thanks for, like, letting me babysit him." Rogue smiled. Kitty looked a little better. Gambit leaned down and kissed Rogue. They paid no attention to the movie or to the fact that Kitty and Kurt, who just joined them, stole the popcorn.
-
Little Gage sat down on the floor and colored a picture all by himself. On his fourth birthday, which was two weeks away, the professor arranged a school that would accept him and Hank made the boy an image inducer.
"What's this color, honey?" Rogue asked, pointing to a crayon. Gage looked at it then picked it up.
"Blue!" She laughed and nodded. He watched as she pointed to another one. "Gween." Another. "Puple."
"Rogue!" Jamie knocked and came in. "Mr. McCoy wants to see you about something." He blinked at Gage.
"Okay." Gambit came in from Logan's training session and dropped onto the bed. She stared at him, Jamie stared at him, and Gage blinked.
"Three hours wit' Sir Logan.. Dead.." Rogue walked over to the bed.
"Ya ain't sleepin' wit' meh if ya stink wit' sweat, Sugah." He looked up at her and sat up.
"But Remy--"
"No buts, Rem. Ya're takin' a shower." He groaned and got up, walking slowly back out of the room.
"Three whole hours with MR. LOGAN!?" Jamie asked, his eyes wide. "How did he ever survive?"
"Ah have no idea." Kurt was about to walk by but Rogue hurriedly grabbed his arm. "Will ya watch Gage fo' a minute?" He nodded. "Thanks, Kurt."
-
Flipping channels. Channel surfing. Nothing on. Gambit turned the TV off and fell asleep. Rain beat against the windows and lulled him into sleep. The remote dropped to the floor from his limp hand and he snuggled into the couch. He stretched his legs out. The couch was just too comfortable. He laid there. A small snore escaped him and thunder blocked it out. Rogue sat on their bed and wrapped her arms around Gage. He was sleeping in her arms, his small body curled up in a ball.
"Rem?" She whispered when someone opened her door. Logan came in and shut the door quietly. "Oh, Logan."
"Gumbo fell asleep on the couch." He said and sat down when she moved over. "He needed that session, though. After skippin' all the rest." She smiled.
"What does he have set fo' tomorrah?" He smirked at her.
"Two sessions. One in the mornin' and one in the afternoon. The first is a two hour and the second is a three." She whistled. "He's havin' them with Pyro."
"Damn, he'll be dead befo' his head hits the pillow." She said. Then she gave him a skeptical glance. "Ya tryin' ta kill mah boyfriend?" She narrowed her eyes.
"No." He said with a shake of his head. "He needs somethin' to do. Maybe when he gets back into shape, he can help me train the new recruits."
"Yeah, Scott is takin' more abuse than Ah've evah witnessed possible." Logan chuckled.
"Maybe Gumbo can do better than Scott."
"We'll see."
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Done with this chapter! Woo!