Dang! I didn't know you peeps'd enjoy this thing. I thought it was a failed attempt at a romance fic, not an accidentally humorous fic... dang. Ah, well... if humor is my thing, why the hell not stick to it, neh? BTW, apparently you guys didn't pick up on the sarcasm that was dripping from Rogue thinking Gambit was gay. So I fixed that for all of you losers who can't give in to a little sarcasm! I mean, seriously, though... if you walked past Gambit on the street, wouldn't you think *GAY GAY GAY*... I would! Aw, well... if'n this sucks (I mean, it's been quite a while since I last posted this fic, and even longer since I wrote it), tell me and I'll write something else that'll hopefully be better as a part II... here ya'll go: the long awaited sequel,
SOMETHING THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN BUT SHOULD, PART II
*knock knock*
"Come in," called the professor, leafing through the new Men's Fitness mag. When Rogue opened the door, Xavier was a bit worried. Rogue was never one for chatting with him-she hardly ever paid him a visit, and when she did it was normally bad. He wrinkled his brow and motioned for the chair opposite him. "Sit, Rogue." he directed. She did as was told. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
Rogue tried to think of a way to phrase her question so that she wouldn't appear suspicious or homophobic, but there was really only one way of asking. She cleared her throat and began, "Is Gambit gay?"
Xavier choked a little on the question. He'd never really thought about it before. Perhaps he'd said something to Rogue. "What makes you suspect this, Rogue?"
She went on to tell him the reasons it seemed that way, and Xavier actually saw her reasoning. Gambit was very well-dressed, he loved the finer things in life, he was a great cook, and he was Cajun-a mixture of the two gayest people on the earth, the French and the Canadians. Rogue seemed to have a point. There was only one way to find out for sure, but it was unethical!
"Do you know?" cried Rogue. "Can ya somehow find out?" Xavier nodded.
"Yes, Rogue, I can do a scan of the pleasure portion of his brain-his fantasies and the such. But it's unethical..." he trailed off.
"Pleeeease?" begged Rogue.
"Well, fine. But, uh, I never did this, right?" He poked her in the arm. "Right, right? Scott'd kill me!"
"A course not! Ah wouldn't tell a soul."
"Alright, hold on just a sec..." he eyes closed and he looked asleep, then his lids suddenly fluttered open.
"Ew! Oh, my god! Uh... I think I have your answer, Rogue." He gave her a sidelong glance, then continued. "Gambit is very, VERY straight, it appears. Unless you are a man. Which I doubt you are. Anyways, his fantasies focus around you, it appears. And, uh... they don't leave much room for doubt of his sexuality. I... uh... feel awkward now. Um, let's pretend this never happened. Argh!" The professor banged his head on the table trying to free his mind of all the fantasies he saw from Gambit. "Go. Now. Please." Rogue jumped from her spot and ran from the office, smiling to herself because now she knew for sure that he felt the same way she did.
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Gambit was listening to "Fade To Black" by the Rolling Stones on his stereo, and then chose a line-up of things to do for his and Rogue's first date: first, a romantic dinner at Rolando's, a nice Italian place; after dinner, a stroll through the park, on a little known trail that passed near the lake; then, a kick-ass concert at Clunk Music Hall. They always had some decent music there. He hoped it would go off as planned, then grinned in anticipation.
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That's all for now. But, I will post more soon. Like, within a week soon. Sorry I took so long last time. I truly did not think ya'll would like it. I hope ya'll enjoyed this, and have a great night! BTW, if I don't get at least one review, no more story! It'll end there, aw-right? GOOD!
Also, let me plug a kick-ass story- Stormkpr's story X-Men: Friends Of Humanity. This story rocks. I am so dang serious. Anyhoo, read it and review, but review mine more, cause I'm more important! Leave me alone! *sob*
SOMETHING THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN BUT SHOULD, PART II
*knock knock*
"Come in," called the professor, leafing through the new Men's Fitness mag. When Rogue opened the door, Xavier was a bit worried. Rogue was never one for chatting with him-she hardly ever paid him a visit, and when she did it was normally bad. He wrinkled his brow and motioned for the chair opposite him. "Sit, Rogue." he directed. She did as was told. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
Rogue tried to think of a way to phrase her question so that she wouldn't appear suspicious or homophobic, but there was really only one way of asking. She cleared her throat and began, "Is Gambit gay?"
Xavier choked a little on the question. He'd never really thought about it before. Perhaps he'd said something to Rogue. "What makes you suspect this, Rogue?"
She went on to tell him the reasons it seemed that way, and Xavier actually saw her reasoning. Gambit was very well-dressed, he loved the finer things in life, he was a great cook, and he was Cajun-a mixture of the two gayest people on the earth, the French and the Canadians. Rogue seemed to have a point. There was only one way to find out for sure, but it was unethical!
"Do you know?" cried Rogue. "Can ya somehow find out?" Xavier nodded.
"Yes, Rogue, I can do a scan of the pleasure portion of his brain-his fantasies and the such. But it's unethical..." he trailed off.
"Pleeeease?" begged Rogue.
"Well, fine. But, uh, I never did this, right?" He poked her in the arm. "Right, right? Scott'd kill me!"
"A course not! Ah wouldn't tell a soul."
"Alright, hold on just a sec..." he eyes closed and he looked asleep, then his lids suddenly fluttered open.
"Ew! Oh, my god! Uh... I think I have your answer, Rogue." He gave her a sidelong glance, then continued. "Gambit is very, VERY straight, it appears. Unless you are a man. Which I doubt you are. Anyways, his fantasies focus around you, it appears. And, uh... they don't leave much room for doubt of his sexuality. I... uh... feel awkward now. Um, let's pretend this never happened. Argh!" The professor banged his head on the table trying to free his mind of all the fantasies he saw from Gambit. "Go. Now. Please." Rogue jumped from her spot and ran from the office, smiling to herself because now she knew for sure that he felt the same way she did.
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Gambit was listening to "Fade To Black" by the Rolling Stones on his stereo, and then chose a line-up of things to do for his and Rogue's first date: first, a romantic dinner at Rolando's, a nice Italian place; after dinner, a stroll through the park, on a little known trail that passed near the lake; then, a kick-ass concert at Clunk Music Hall. They always had some decent music there. He hoped it would go off as planned, then grinned in anticipation.
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That's all for now. But, I will post more soon. Like, within a week soon. Sorry I took so long last time. I truly did not think ya'll would like it. I hope ya'll enjoyed this, and have a great night! BTW, if I don't get at least one review, no more story! It'll end there, aw-right? GOOD!
Also, let me plug a kick-ass story- Stormkpr's story X-Men: Friends Of Humanity. This story rocks. I am so dang serious. Anyhoo, read it and review, but review mine more, cause I'm more important! Leave me alone! *sob*