The Day Gambit Was Irresistable-Part 4
Author: Blimey The Toad
Situation: Gambit's control over his charm power is screwed up due to the interference of his mother, Mae West. Rogue, however, is unaffected for some reason, and now has a britosh accent. Why? We'll see soon. And Logan is disturbed by his attraction to Gambit, and plans to take it out on him.
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Gambit pulled out a bowl, milk, and box of new Galactic Crunch, a new cereal from Captain Crunch that tastes exactly like Captain Crunch, but with different shapes. He began to pour the cereal into the bowl when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to come face to face with a peeved looking Logan. He gulped very noticably, but tried to play it off.
"Why you so angry, homme? Surely Gambit no do nothin' wrong, eh?"
Logan growled and stated his question quite honestly. "I'm attracted to you and I want to know why, damnit."
Gambit fiddled with his shirt buttons, and tried to answer.
"Uh... Logan... umm... Wolverine, homme... I... well, you see... aw, crap. Well, my charm power be on da fritz." He looked down, almost ashamed looking, feeling dumb for not remembering the team would be in, feeling dumber for being so speechless.
Logan relaxed a bit. "Is that all? Thank God, you weenie. I thought... nevermind what I thought. I think I can control it if I try really hard. Hit me if I get too close... alright?"
"Yeah... dat fine. Dat great."
"Good. Now, why is your charm power so f*cked up? IS this the same with all of your powers? Have any of the others noticed?"
Gambit took a deep breath and recounted the story.
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"Rogue is now *WHAT*? When the hell did she turn british?"
"Gambit no know. She just... did."
"And Mae West, of all people, is your biological great-grandma? I should have guessed. And you have no idea where she is? At all? Well, I guess I could help you out." Logan placed his hand on Remy's leg and gently squeezed. Remy jumped up and asked Logan to try a bit harder. An incredibly embarressed Logan, now beet red, balled up his fist and swung at Gambit, making contact with a sickening *crack*. Even if it wasn't Remy's fault, Wolvie sure as hell wasn't about to let it slide. He picked up the tall cajun-type man, and carried him upstairs to his room. He laid Gambit out on his bed, but smelled something sour, a familiar and unwelcome scent. Perhaps this was the root of Gambit's problems.
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Gambit finally woke up to see Logan hoovering above him, and excited look on his face. "Uh... you're doing it again, Logan." Logan looked confusedly at Gambit, then answered. "No, Gambit. I was just trying to wake you up. I'm looking pretty excited because I think I know what's the matter!"
"What, my power can finally be put into check!"
"No, with Rogue sounding british. Did you ever stop to consider she may not *be* Rogue?"
"What? But she seemed as confused as I was. She didn't show the slightest signs of lying-"
"She may not be lying; at least not intentionally. She's being truthful about what she knows."
"What da hell you talking about?"
Logan began telling Gambit his assessment of the current situation.
Yeah, short. I'm tired. When I have more written, I'll post. It's 2am, I have to be in class at 7:30am, and need some sleep somewhere between here and there, so this is all for now. Sorry.
Do you like, dislike, dig, diss, what? Review, my daft comrades! But don't worry-God loves even the daft.
Author: Blimey The Toad
Situation: Gambit's control over his charm power is screwed up due to the interference of his mother, Mae West. Rogue, however, is unaffected for some reason, and now has a britosh accent. Why? We'll see soon. And Logan is disturbed by his attraction to Gambit, and plans to take it out on him.
Thanks all you reviewers! I much love you!
Gambit pulled out a bowl, milk, and box of new Galactic Crunch, a new cereal from Captain Crunch that tastes exactly like Captain Crunch, but with different shapes. He began to pour the cereal into the bowl when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to come face to face with a peeved looking Logan. He gulped very noticably, but tried to play it off.
"Why you so angry, homme? Surely Gambit no do nothin' wrong, eh?"
Logan growled and stated his question quite honestly. "I'm attracted to you and I want to know why, damnit."
Gambit fiddled with his shirt buttons, and tried to answer.
"Uh... Logan... umm... Wolverine, homme... I... well, you see... aw, crap. Well, my charm power be on da fritz." He looked down, almost ashamed looking, feeling dumb for not remembering the team would be in, feeling dumber for being so speechless.
Logan relaxed a bit. "Is that all? Thank God, you weenie. I thought... nevermind what I thought. I think I can control it if I try really hard. Hit me if I get too close... alright?"
"Yeah... dat fine. Dat great."
"Good. Now, why is your charm power so f*cked up? IS this the same with all of your powers? Have any of the others noticed?"
Gambit took a deep breath and recounted the story.
**********
"Rogue is now *WHAT*? When the hell did she turn british?"
"Gambit no know. She just... did."
"And Mae West, of all people, is your biological great-grandma? I should have guessed. And you have no idea where she is? At all? Well, I guess I could help you out." Logan placed his hand on Remy's leg and gently squeezed. Remy jumped up and asked Logan to try a bit harder. An incredibly embarressed Logan, now beet red, balled up his fist and swung at Gambit, making contact with a sickening *crack*. Even if it wasn't Remy's fault, Wolvie sure as hell wasn't about to let it slide. He picked up the tall cajun-type man, and carried him upstairs to his room. He laid Gambit out on his bed, but smelled something sour, a familiar and unwelcome scent. Perhaps this was the root of Gambit's problems.
**********
Gambit finally woke up to see Logan hoovering above him, and excited look on his face. "Uh... you're doing it again, Logan." Logan looked confusedly at Gambit, then answered. "No, Gambit. I was just trying to wake you up. I'm looking pretty excited because I think I know what's the matter!"
"What, my power can finally be put into check!"
"No, with Rogue sounding british. Did you ever stop to consider she may not *be* Rogue?"
"What? But she seemed as confused as I was. She didn't show the slightest signs of lying-"
"She may not be lying; at least not intentionally. She's being truthful about what she knows."
"What da hell you talking about?"
Logan began telling Gambit his assessment of the current situation.
Yeah, short. I'm tired. When I have more written, I'll post. It's 2am, I have to be in class at 7:30am, and need some sleep somewhere between here and there, so this is all for now. Sorry.
Do you like, dislike, dig, diss, what? Review, my daft comrades! But don't worry-God loves even the daft.
