Disclaimer: I own everyone that's not an Xman. I own you, I own you!! ::Points to unsuspecting readers:: BWHAHAHHA!!
::composes herself::
Yes, as I was saying. You know who I own and don't own damnit! I don't need to explain it too you!!
Alright, as I said in the note down there, which would be at the end by the way, some of these X-men aren't in the same time as eachother, so sue me. I think they should all get a chance to play with the baby.
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Blood Counts for Nothing: Part One
It was a dark and stormy night. Many stories start this way, horror, mystery. But the likes of story-tellers all over the world have never set their eyes on such one of these stories.
It starts with a birth of a child. A different child at that.
The mother and father were mortified, the saying 'a mother loves her children no matter what' put to shame.
The child. A small girl, with normal tiny toes and tiny hands, adorable.
And then, her hair was a slightly tinged magenta, almost bright pink.
Her eyes were a deep blue, set off by her pink skin.
Her parents flew into a flurry of panic, looking for their baby clothes, a sack.
That would come in later.
The little female gurgled happily while her mother and father cast sideways looks of disgust at her from the far end of the room, where they were discussing what was to be done with the 'child'.
The father apparently reaching his decision, reached out a unsteady hand and sat the baby in the sack, with all her clothes, practically suffocating the child, who began to cry.
Thunder snapped angrily outside and the lights flickered in the small apartment.
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"Storm, could you possibly, like, stop it from doing that?" Jubilee snapped her gum irritatingly and Storm sent her an annoyed glance.
"No I can not. We need some rain, it can not stay dry forever Jubilee."
Kitty Pryde scowled, pulling a blanket over her tightly.
"Well, I think it should," she said, phasing through a wall on her way upstairs.
The Xmen were downstairs, lighting candles when the lights had gone out. They're reactions varied.
"DAMNIT!!! What the flamin' hell?" Shouted Wolverine from the now non-working shower upstairs.
"Do we like, have a generator?" Shouted Jubilee over the thundering of the storm.
Cyclops looked preoccupied, no doubt wondering what to do about the present state of the bathroom after Wolverine had finished with it. ("What the flamin' hell you ******…")
A knock came upon the front door, disturbing the mayhem.
"I'll get it." Said Nightcrawler, observing that everyone was involved in the pandemonium.
"Hel- huh?" He said, confused. There was no one there.
He looked down at the doorstep, where there was a sack.
He looked at it skeptically for a moment before scooping it up and bringing it inside.
The candles were all lit now, and most of the X-men had calmed down enough to the point where Jubilee was pressing every one for ghost stories. Kitty and Wolverine joined them from upstairs, Wolverine with his head in a towel and Kitty laughing hysterically.
"*Ahem* I have umm. A package? I do not know vhat it is, so be very careful." Nightcrawler said, setting the package onto the coffee table, where a few candles were lit in a circle.
"Open it carefully then…Really carefully." Directed Cable.
Storm folded back the layers of cloth gingerly.
A small cough interrupted their varied thoughts on what was in the bag.
"A…A…"Stammered Bishop, peeling the last rain-soaked layer back himself, to reveal a wet little female baby.
Her pink skin was covered with goosebumps, she shivered and began to cry loudly.
"Awwww…" Crooned Jubilee, the first to recover from her surprise.
"She's so freakin' cute, I could just eat 'er…" Smiled Marrow, a strange comment coming from her.
"'ello Petite…" Said Remy, touching her tiny nose with one of his cards lightly.
She grabbed it and held on fast. Kitty giggled as Gambit experienced a tug-of-war with a baby.
"We should probably get her to the Med-lab, she most likely has a cold, and that's not very good for a baby." Jean said.
Rogue smiled.
"Cin Ah…Cin Ah take her up Jeannie?" She said hesitantly, gazing down at the little baby, who was now drooling wetly on the four of Clubs.
"Sure. I think Hanks up there already, probably trying to fix the lights."
"I'll come too!" Chorused at least five voices.
Jean rolled her eyes.
"Fine, I don't care, just be *careful*."
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Up at the Medical Lab
"Oh my stars and garters!" Exclaimed Beast aka Hank Mcoy as he spied the baby, almost hidden among articles of the Xmen's clothing to keep her 'nice an' warm'.
"Get out, get out get out!!!" He whispered fiercely at the Xmen, who were all crowding in to get another look at the baby, who was blinking her bright blue eyes that weren't accustomed to the light yet..
"I have to do some exams to make sure she's not sick! Not get out I say!!"
The Xmen pouted and left the rooms to go wait downstairs.
The lights flickered back on during all of this but none of them really noticed.
"So…what's her name?" Said Jubilee after a moment of awed silence.
"Mercy." Said Gambit.
"Cindy." Said Rogue.
"Hmmm." Said Kitty, so deep in thought she didn't notice she was half in and half out of the couch.
"Kate?" Suggested Cyclops, naming his mother's name.
"This is hard." Complained Cannonball.
Upstairs, the doctor continued with his 'medical exam'.
"This little piggy went to market, and this little piggy stayed home…"
Notes: To be continued, even if you don't like it. I'm going to have maybe seven chapters. She'll be the first baby to grow up in the mansion!! Isn't that cute!?! And most of the Xmen are here, so don't be surprised if you see people who are erm…supposedly dead?, talking to another person. They're all here…Sam Guthrie, Marrow, Bishop, Cable. Yup.
And this lil' baby will have many mom's and dad's. ^_^
Thank you…
PallaPlease: For being cool.
The Kat meows etc.: For being cool.
Icy: For writing cool stories.
Mean Spleen" For being himself, which counts for something.
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Notes/Disclaimer: Well, as a student I own nothing except…erm..em…I do own something!! ::roots around in room for possessions:: AHA!!! Comics! I own comics!! ^.^
And Silverine, no one is going to fight for legal custody! ::rolls eyes::
This is suppoused to be a nice story…^_^
All the X-men love dis baby, and hopefully, some of their experiences will provide some laughs. (See Cable and also Marrow…)
So, enjoy!! Please don't flame meeee…
::goes off to hide in a corner::
Blood Counts for Nothing: Part Two
"No, no…dat's Remy's petite!" Murmured Gambit to the gurgling baby who was, at the present moment, drooling again on a deck of unopened cards.
It was Remy and Rogue's turn to take care of the baby today. It had been three days and no one had lost interest in the smallest mutant to attend Xavier's school.
"Oh, she's so cute." Cooed Rogue, tickling the chubby baby's stomach.
"Ah think your so cute! Yes Ah do…"
Remy rolled his eyes, even though he thought the display of affection coming from Rogue was quite becoming.
"What's your name sugah?" Whispered Rogue to the baby, who wrapped her tiny fingers around the skunk-stripe in her hair, quite a contrast to her pink.
*Titania*
Rogue looked around. "Professah?"
"What chere?" Remy said, puzzled.
"Well, Ah heard a voice in my head when Ah asked what the babies name should be. An'…Ah don't think it was the Professah…"
Rogue handed the baby over to her trench-coated friend and walked over to the window-sill.
"Ah, actually think he's having a nap out by the pool."
Remy rocked the baby thoughtfully.
"Well, I dunno chere… Jeannie maybe?"
Rogue shook her head. "No."
She squinted her eyes and looked outside and across the lawn.
"Not Jean."
Remy looked down at the baby in his arms, who was gazing peacefully at him from under her thick baby eyelashes.
"Titania." Rogue murmured under her breath and moved to Remy's side to watch the baby also.
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The Next Day, In Bobby's Room
"Um, Jubes? You do know how to change a diaper right? 'Cause I think we'll need the experience." Said Bobby.
"Erm…well, I saw it on T.V once?" Guessed Jubilee, fumbling with the stupid safety pins.
"Safety my ass." She muttered angrily as one pricked her.
"Now, now Jubilation! You know we shouldn't speak in such foul tones by the baby!" Warned Bobby, adopting Scott's voice playfully.
The baby smiled and looked up from the ice chunk that resembled a duck she was playing with.
"Gah!"
"I absolutely agree. Scott *is* a prick." Agreed Bobby.
Jubilee giggled.
"Bobby, this kid is going to be so messed up if you keep doing that."
Bobby frowned.
"Nuh uh! She'll be like me!"
Jubilee gave him 'the look'.
"That would be messed up enough Bobby. But I was referring to the Scott thingie. She'll like, hate him." Jubilee smiled.
"Which actually wouldn't be so bad, but I'm not dumb enough to manipulate a kid who might live here. Then Scott might find out and well…"
Bobby nodded.
"Don't wanna be around for that!"
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Scott and Jean's Turn With Baby
"Who's my little baby? Who's my lil' baby? Oogie Woogie Woozums…Oogie Woozie Woozums!!" Crowed Scott, as he tickled the babies toes.
Jean snorted from across the room where she was looking at baby clothes.
Scott looked at her and she shrugged helplessly.
"What?"
"Nothing Scott. Nothing."
Scott raised his eyebrows. "Nope. Tell me…"
"It was nothing I swear!" Jean giggled as Scott turned his tickling power toward her.
The baby watched through intelligent and amused eyes.
These people are funny.
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"What do you want from me?!" Cried Marrow helplessly as the little girl continued to cry.
"AUGH!!!" Marrow buried her head in her hands.
"She wants 'er diaper changed darlin'." Said Wolverine, snickering as he obliged the raging babe.
"Oh…" Marrow was at a loss of words.
"How?"
"How what darlin'? I'm no psychic."
"How do you change her diaper?" Marrow said this quietly.
She had no experience with children, never had to.
Wolverine sighed and started over again, patiently explaining to Marrow why 'the pin goes there and not here'.
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Colossus ruffled the baby's scarce pink hair adoringly as he watched his Katya read The Little Engine That Could.
The story never ceased to amaze him. The little train never gave up, even though it's task was near impossible.
"Gawa!" The baby exclaimed, slapping her hand against the book.
"Yup. A train." Kitty acknowledged.
"You're a smart one."
She continued with the story.
"I think I can, I think I can…"
The baby smiled and blew a spit bubble.
"Eew. Nice one baby."
Kitty wiped her hand on her jeans. "You know Peter, she can't go forever without a name."
"Titania." The word popped out of his mouth unbidden and he adopted a puzzled expression.
"What? Isn't that the fairy Queen's name in A Mid-Summer Night's Dream?" Questioned Kitty.
"I-I believe so…" Colossus stared at the baby, who was now, staring in fascination at the shiny reflections on Colossus.
"Well, why a fairy name?" Kitty cocked her head in amusement.
"I think she looks like a fairy I suppose." Colossus defended, still staring at the magenta baby.
"Right, well onward." She flipped the page.
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"Computer, tell me the exact way to keep a diaper on a child form." Commanded Cable into his cube computer.
"Now stop that! We need ta learn ourselves if we're gonna learn it alright?" Bishop said.
"Fine." Cable muttered.
"Then *you* can be the one to do it!"
Bishop shook his head violently. "Oh no ya don't!! I'm not doin' that!!"
The baby began to cry and both men looked at it suspiciously.
"What does it want now?" Bishop asked.
"It need it's diaper changed you idiot!" Cable snarled picking the baby up and rocking it.
*Bishop, Cable, this is Jean. How are you two doing with the baby?*
"Wel-"
"We're fine!" Interrupted Cable.
"What'd you do that for?!" Bishop yelled.
"Come on! If my own mother can do it, we can do it!"
Both men stared at the baby once more.
"Get your computer out again Cable."
"Computer, tell me the exact way to keep a diaper on a child sized form."
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"Warren, I don't think you should keep the baby up in the air like that, I don't think she likes it." Complained Psylocke.
"Aww, Betsy, you jus' want to hold her I bet." Smiled Warren Worthington, also known as Angel.
The baby grabbed ahold of white feathers and tried to stuff them in her mouth.
"No, no hon'." Cajoled Betsy as she took the baby in her arms and swayed back and forth.
Warren smiled.
*Bets' would make a great mother. I can see it right here in front of me.*
He moved over to her side and, to her surprise, kissed her gently.
She was startled, but only for a second until she moved the baby between them and kissed him back.
The baby that had gone from being loved by no one, and then being loved by many, smiled.
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"Nightcrawler! A lil' help here?" Called Sam Guthrie aka Cannonball.
"Ich comme!" An irritated voice said from the attic of the mansion.
"I know we have some children's books somewhere! Zay are here I know it!" He muttered angrily, shoving old uniforms and dusty mutation books aside.
"Well, hurry up Elf. Ah need ta go to the bathroom and I'm not takin' her with me, got it?"
"Fine." A cloud of smoke and dust and Nightcrawler was back with a few books on caring for children and children's books.
"I've got zem."
"Whoo!" Cannonball said, handing the pink baby over to Nightcrawler and running to the bathroom at the end of the hall.
"Hello, little one. I don't scare you?" Nightcrawler whispered in German to the almost sleeping babe.
She cooed and snuggled up to his fussy neck.
He smiled with his sharp teeth and brought her into the 'nursery', which was actually an empty room for one of the few guests the Professor had over.
All of the X-men had decorated it with pink, now the 'babies fav. color, totally!', as Jubilee put it.
Little teddies were resting on the shelf and the lights resembled moons and stars, very cute in Nightcrawler's opinion.
The wallpaper was now white and boring, but the girls had already picked out a cute sheep and moon wallpaper to go with her lamps.
*They really go all out don't they?* Thought Nightcrawler, rocking the baby once before laying her down in her crib, which was also pink with fluffy cushions and a large moon pillow.
The baby sighed and snuggled into the blanket, clutching a teddy.
Sam came in and was immediately shushed by Kurt, who was watching the baby sleep.
"She's so cute!" Exclaimed Sam and Nightcrawler laughed.
"No! Ah'm not kiddin'! Why in tha world would parents give up a child like this? Ah surely don' know."
The two men stopped talking to think about the cruelty of people, and to gaze at the innocent baby, which had unknowingly taken up a place in all of the X-men's hearts.
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Notes: Awwwww… Now there's what I call some prime quality baby time…^_^
I love writing this! It's really fun.
I don't know it was fun for you to read, but frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
Okay so I do, but be nice please…^_^
Yes, I know, that last line was slightly cheesy but I STILL DON"T GIVE A DAMN SCARLETT!!! Muwahaha. ^.^
I'm going to have more of this and every chapter I think I'll make her about at least two years older. And maybe she'll have her age…erm..well, I don't want to give it away but think Illyana here…
Read…
PallaPlease
Icy
Mean Spleen
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Note: ::yawn:: Here I go again.
We have nice reviewers, we have mean reviewers, who think my stories are lame…which they may be, but I want all of you to know, I do not own anyone, 'cept the baby ( Yes, you may all hold her!! Here ya go PallaPlease…) who was my creation. Buwahahah.
On a shorter and more serious note, Chigliak told me that someone else had the same idea as me and gave me a link to it, and it pretty much was the same idea, 'cept it was practically just Hank's baby. So, I read some of it (Sobbing frantically the whole time) and finally stopped because if I read all of it I might accidentally get ideas from it and write them in, making me a copycat. (Meow.)
Yeah, so, if you know about that story, and you think I'm copying, I'm really not.
This is the funnest story I've ever written I think and I didn't copy it.
I swear. Oh yes, and I'm sorry you guys, but I just love this name and so I had to name her this…sorry, if I write something like this again I'll have *you* name the character. Pinkie Swear!! ::gasp::
Thank you!! R/R!! Puleezeee on my Grandmothers crabcakes!! I beg of you to review!!!
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Prelude (Cuz, I didn't want to include this in my story.):
The X-men sat in the family room, Professors, holding the baby in his arms carefully.
"Well my X-men, what will you call her?" He asked quietly, looking down at her sleeping form.
"Titania." Said Rogue and Colossus instantly.
They stared at each other.
"How did you…?" Rogue questioned, not finishing, but everyone knew what she meant.
"Titania it is then?" Charles Xavier asked, looking around to all his X-men.
They nodded solemnly, now all staring at the little baby.
*Titania*
Blood Counts For Nothing: Part Three
"AUGUGUGUGUGHHHEHEWAWAAAAA!!!!" Came a wild Tarzan yell from upstairs, where Storm's room was located.
"Get out of my plants child!! They are not for playing in!"
"But-But…I'm Tarzan. An' Tarzan hasta have plants ta swing on 'Roro!! He hasta!!" A childish voice explained.
"I do *not* care about Tarzan, now get out of my plants!"
"'Roro!! I don' wanna go down stairs!! I don' wanna!!" Whined the voice as a small four year old was pushed down the stairs.
She sat on the bottom of the stairs dejectedly muttering to herself.
"Tarzan *hasta* have plants! Dodon she get it?"
Storm came down the stairs smiling gently, at the pink colored child, who was pouting.
"I understand Tarzan must have vines to swing on, in which case, we may go outside for a little while."
The four-year-old beamed and nodded happily, her bright pink hair falling in front of her eyes, giving her the resemblance of a small Shetland Pony.
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Outside The Mansion
"I gotta pickle, I gotta pickle, I gotta pickle hey, hey, hey, hey!" Chanted the four-year-old, swinging on Storm's arm as they set out toward the trees bordering the mansion.
"Hey kid." Grunted Wolverine, who was playing basketball with Remy.
Remy had gone inside for a drink, but hadn't come out yet.
*Obviously, not gonna come out…* Thought Wolverine, eyeing the kitchen windows where Rogue and Remy stood chatting.
"Hiya Logun!" Chirped Titania, stopping her endless song for the moment.
"D'ya know where thars some vines? I wanna swing on dem. I'm Tarzan!" Shouted the girl, running up to Logan and jumping on his back, all the while beating her chest wildly.
"Uh huh. I'm sure you are kiddo. I'm thinkin' there's some real big trees over there you cin climb. Jus' be careful Alright?" He yelled at the child's retreating back.
She had grown into a healthy young mutant child, much different from when Wolverine had first seen her.
Titania's pink red hair, instead of growing normally, had bunched into spikes, and Remy, 'the best salon artist 'roun', had gelled it so it sat on top of her head, looking very wacky but undeniably cool.
Her skin was a fresh rosy pink, and, the Xmen discover, was grayish when she was sick, and well, that didn't happen very often, much to their surprise. She was, in short, a walking talking disaster area in the mansion.
"I am Tarzan!! AaWAHGHUAAAUUGGGHHHH!!!!" Yelled the four-year-old triumphantly as she climbed from the lowest branch to the next.
The next one was a little harder and Titania almost fell, if it wasn't for Kurt.
"You should be more careful Leibchen. You might fall further and I won't be there to catch you!" Said Nightcrawler, pointing a furry blue hand at her from their upside-down position together in the tree.
"I'm Tarzan! Who're you? A monkey?" Questioned 'Tarzan', giggling at her pretend game.
Kurt made a monkey noise and began to tickle her unmercifully, making her laugh louder still.
He set her wriggling body down on the ground and leapt down himself without much effort.
"There you are!" Shouted Ororo from the air.
"I was worried. Were you in a tree Tarzan?"
"Yup. This is a monkey." She said, pointing her pink hand at 'the monkey', who began to hoot and scratch his armpits.
Ororo rolled her eyes and took to the air again.
"Well, Tarzan and your monkey, come in for dinner soon, it's getting late."
And with that she sped off toward the mansions roof.
"AUGUGHAAAUUGGGHHHH!!!!" Shouted Titania again, jumping from Kurt's arms to a nearby branch. She hung on fiercely with both arms and growled.
"I can' get up! He'p me Kurt!" He pushed her up, no hard task since the branch was about a foot from the ground.
She swung her leg over and inspected her arms carefully.
"I gots scratches. Roguie hasta kiss 'em for me. I gotta find her." She decided, brushing twigs and leaves off her green jumper.
"I don't think Rogue vill be able to kiss them for you Leibchen, but I will."
"Okay. But Rogue hasta too! Why can't she?"
"I don't really know. I guess she's not allowed to touch anyone. It's part of…um...a game Leibchen."
"Well, I don't like it!" The girl announced in German. She had been taught by every X-man in the mansion to speak their language.
So she managed to speak a little in English, German and French, every day.
"Neither do I little sister."
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Inside, The Kitchen
"Gumbo agin? Cain't ya think up anything else Remy?" Complained Sam Guthrie, wrinkling his nose.
"I don' have to. Dis is good enough fo' me. Should be good enough for you neh?"
"Au secours! Au secours*!! Remy, I'm bein' attackeded by monstres!!" Said the four-year-old, speaking half in English and the other in French.
"Remy! Il y a un croque-mitaine dans la placard!*" She yelled again, brandishing a fork toward the hall closet.
"Well, petite, I'm sure if ya ask cherie over heah nicely, she just might get rid of de bogeyman in de closet for ya." Gambit said, not looking up from his gumbo.
"Rogue, would ya get rid of the monstre in de closet? He wantsta eat me! And I don' wannim to!! He already et Logan!" Titania cried, tugging at Rogue's gloves impatiently.
"Oh did he? Well, Ah guess Logan won't be heah for dinnah then huh?"
"Nope! We gots ta save him though! The monsters in there an' it's eatin' all the food! It et my monkey too!"
At this point Rogue was just plain confused and gave up trying to decipher the four-year-old language.
"I see…"
At that moment Logan walked into the kitchen, sweaty from his workout in the Danger Room, but unhurt by the 'monstre'.
"LOGAN! Yer okay!!" Shouted Titania, flinging herself dramatically into the confused Canadian's arms.
"Yup. Right as rain kiddo. What's up with you?"
The child widened her eyes as she told Logan what was happening.
"-An' the he ate you! But I guess you got out! An' now he ate my monkey! An' I dunno what to do!" she shouted, bouncing up and down.
Logan looked up from the three-foot distraction.
"Okay, who gave the midget candy?"
"Not me mon ami. I avoided doin' dat since the last time…"Gambit trailed off, making it seem to horrible to talk about.
"Ah know. I still remember how many times we had to read her Good Night Moon, in order ta git her ta sleep." Rogue shuddered.
"I still miss tha chocolate though…"
"What's everyone doing?" Asked Scott as he entered with almost all of the rest of the X-men.
Jubilee was away at the GenXer's until she could visit again, so she wasn't there, and Hank was up in his lab, as usual.
But, Jean, Marrow, Bishop and Cable were still around and they and Scott had just had a very difficult Danger Room session after Wolverine.
Kitty and Peter entered almost seconds later.
"Hey, where's Elf?" Kitty questioned.
"THE MONSTRE ATE HIM!!" Shouted Titania, almost hysterical.
"Whoah okay, who gave *her* chocolate this time?" Bobby whispered from the doorway.
"We dunno. We figger she's jus' really hyper. It's almost time for bed though. We hafta have dinner first. When everyone gets HERE!!" Rogue said, shouting the last part.
The smell of brimstone filled the air and the sound of Bamf, as Nightcrawler entered the kitchen.
"Hiya Leibchen!" He greeted Kitty, then saw Titania.
"Hi Tarzan!"
"Monkey! I thought de monstre et you!" The four-year-old shouted, now throwing herself at Nightcrawler.
Gambit rolled his eyes and went to look in the closet.
"Petite? Why's you Teddy in here?" He questioned, pulling the fuzzy toy out of the closet.
Titania screamed and ran out of the kitchen.
"Ah'll go get her." Sighed Rogue flying off in search of the presumably sugar high child.
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In The Xmen's Sleeping Quarters
"'Tania honey? Where are you? We ain't gonna let the Teddy hurt you sugah. Where are ya? 'S time fo' dinner." Rogue spoke loudly while flying down the hallways, looking in every room.
A peek in Scott and Jean's room revealed a pink tuft of hair peeping out from under the covers.
"Aww, honey." Rogue said as she gathered the sleeping child up in her arms and flew toward Titania's bedroom.
After depositing the child in her room, Rogue sat down across from the new bed/crib.
She watched Titania sleep for a while, then got up to go to dinner.
"Roguie?" Whispered a small voice.
"Yes, Baby Doll?" Rogue said, using her pet name for the child and sitting down again on her bed.
"Why can't you stop playing that game?"
Rogue was confused again.
"What game hon'?"
"You know, that game that makes you not touch people."
Rogue stiffened. It was never a game, but she wouldn't know that yet.
"Ah-ah guess I'm not allowed to hon'. I'll be able to touch people when…When tha games ovah." She smoothed the sheets.
"Now you get to sleep." Rogue smiled.
"Where's my kiss sugah?"
Titania smiled sleepily and kissed Rogue's gloved hand wetly.
"I love ya Roguie. You an' Remy. An' all the X-peoples…"
Titania drifted off to sleep in the middle of her sentence, the way small children always do.
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"Chere? Dinnah's ovah. I saved some Gumbo foh you…"
Remy's voice trailed off as he saw Rogue sitting on the edge of the little girl's bed.
"Rogue? Wha's wrong?" He saw that she was crying quietly, the worst thing he could imagine was Rogue crying. He hated it.
Rogue sniffed.
"She-she thinks it's a game Ah'm playin'…Not bein' able ta touch.
Ah told her the game'd be over soon. She doesn't…Doesn't understand Rem'…" Rogue said quietly, wiping away the last of her tears and leading Remy out of the bedroom.
"She said she loved all of us X-people."
Remy laughed.
"Who taught her that? You'n Jean? We be de X-*men*."
Rogue slapped him lightly on the shoulder.
"Sexist."
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1. Help me! Help me!
2. Remy! There is a bogey-man in the closet!
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Notes: Whew! That one took me a long time to write, I tell you! Alright, so it didn't include as many characters in this one and it focused a lot on Rogue. So sue me. And if you didn't like it, if you like 'action' and 'romance' come back during maybe the next few chapters. These first three have been what I call Lazy Action.
You kinda get the idea of what it means.
Nothings happening, but something funny is, that you can always come back later to read…anyways… if you don't like that kind of cutesy comedy…why did you even read this? And why do you have to review? You didn't like it anyway!
But if you did, I'd like, no love, to hear from you, so just write down what you think, and press the lil' button!
(You know…at the bottom? Where it says- okay you know.)
MERCI!!!