THE WRONG KIND OF RIGHT

Chapter 2: Detention, or Enter the Gambit

by: auntiecallisto, 2001



"Ow! That like hurts, ya know?" Jubilee bitched while Dr. Jean Grey positioned her arm on the metal examining table. "Well it wouldn't hurt, if you'd stop squirming,"Jean admonished. "Now keep still," she said.

Jean walked over to her other patient, who was sitting on and swinging her legs from another metal examining table. After a thorough inspection she said, "Well, you both seem to be just fine," she motioned for Rogue to hop down from the table. The skunk complied. The doc continued, "but I still want to get an x-ray, just to make sure,"she said to Jubes.

Jubes gave a mock-snarl to Rogue who now stood beside Dr. Grey, helping her to prep the x-ray machine. Rogue noticed and turned up her nose, crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue to Jubilee. Jube's snickered but manage to pass it off as a cough. Luckily, Jean didn't know. She went about her business like she hadn't noticed anything wrong. "Rogue, hand me that film cartridge,"she asked. "This one?"Rogue asked holding one up. "No, that one's exposed. I mean the one next to it." "Okay,"Rogue said grabbing the right one this time.

When she turned back to hand it to Jean, she almost burst out laughing. Jubilee's eyes were all bugged out. Her bottom teeth were over her top lip like an extreme underbite, and her neck muscles were straining. "Here ya go,"Rogue handed the film to Jean just in time for Jean to look up and see Jubilee.

Jean burst out laughing, and that started the two younger girls. Jean had known they were doing something behind her back, but as it is her nature not to pry in other people's business, she just let them alone, but now that she was picking up on what they had done earlier, she got to see what Rogue's face had looked like too. That just made her laugh harder.

"Well, I'm glad you two are back to being friends," said Jean wiping at her eyes, "but that doesn't mean you're off the hook. You still have to be punished." That drew an exasperated "aww, man..."

from each girl. Jean's look went stern. "You know the rules. No fighting."

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Well what do you know, Jubilee's arm wasn't broken. So that means she had to spend three hours after school in detention, probably with Scott as the supervisor. Man, oh, man would that be absolutely no fun at all. Jubilee paused in her thoughts for a second. She couldn't think of anybody--save Jean--who didn't hate that tight-ass Scott.

The kids in the detention hall were being unruly and generally having a good time of themselves because Scott was about ten minutes late. It was like they all had the same unspoken hope: unsupervised detention! Kitty phased in through the closed door. "Hey, Kitty!" they all said in unison. "Hey, "she replied. Next she spoke mostly to Jubes and Rogue. "You guys are never gonna guess who's here!"she said in her most annoying Valley-speak voice.

She never got the chance to tell them, because the door immediately swung open and the supervisor (a.k.a babysitter) stepped in. Immediately the room got very, very quiet. Bobby seemed disappointed. There would be no screwing around in detention this time. Jubilee was kind of shocked, she sat there dumbfounded. Rogue was mortified. She buried her face in a book and prayed he wouldn't notice her.

Logan leaned back on the teacher's desk and folded his arms over his chest. He said nothing for a few minutes. He was surveying the situation, sizing the kids up. He saw mostly familiar faces, ones that were known to cause trouble.

Taking a clipboard from the desk, he started to take roll call. "Drake." "Here." Logan checked off Bobby's name. "Wagner...?" "Present." Logan raised his brows at the fuzzy elf. "What're you doin' here?" Kurt said nothing, but hooked a thumb in the general direction of Bobby. Logan grunted. He called a few more names some of which were present and some that weren't. "Daniels?" No answer came. "Evan Daniels?" Kitty spoke up, "He's out sick today."

Logan looked down his list for "Pryde, Kitty". It wasn't there. "You s'posed ta be here?" Kitty flushed scarlet. "See ya," she whispered to Jubes before phasing her way through the wall. "Lee." " Yo," Jubes called. Logan dutifully checked off Jubilee, and went on to the next name. He almost couldn't believe it.

"Rogue?"he asked, and it came out sounding puzzled.

The skunk lifted her head up slightly, but hung it in shame when she saw the dissapointment in his eyes. "How'd you get in here?" he asked. She spoke so softly, that he had to ask her to repeat what she said louder this time. "Ah got in a fight..."she said. Logan tensed, "With who?"he demanded. Rogue pointed over her shoulder to Jubes who sat diagonally behind her. "About what?"Logan continued prying.

"...." Rogue mumbled

"What?"

"..."she whispered

"What?"

"You, okay! Tha fight was about you!"

Rogue wanted nothing more than to just curl up and die right then and there. She didn't notice the smirk on Logan's face, realizing she had a crush on him. Nor did any of the other kids, who were too busy laughing at her confession, except for Jubes. When they had settled down enough for him to be heard over them, he continued calling roll again, as he had before as if nothing had happened.

Great, Jubes thought irritably, just great. Now I get to stay here and watch those two make ga-ga eyes at each other for a whole three hours. What fun, she thought sarcastically.

Finally, Logan got to the last name on the list, but he couldn't read it. It looked like a last minute addition that had been penciled in. He tried to make sense of it, but the signature was atrocious. He glanced at the only one who's name hadn't been called yet. Logan didn't recognize him.

He was handsome enough for a young man his age. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, if a day, but his scruffle of a beard, shaped into a goatee, made him look older. His auburn hair was a shade rustier than Marie's and he let it grow long and unbound, letting it fall into his eyes. He had broad shoulders and Logan guessed he was close to six feet tall. He was wearing an old leather duster coat that was too big for him by about three sizes, but Logan knew he would grow into it. This kid hadn't stopped growing just yet. The mystery boy's eyes were covered by silver shades that were too tinted to see anything from the outside.

Everything about this new kid just screamed "Rebel without a cause" to Logan. It was just in the way he carried himself. To the untrained eye, he seemed aloof, perhaps even relaxed. He leaned back in his seat, his legs stretched out before him, crossed lightly at the ankles. But Logan knew better. Logan knew that from his vantage point way in the back of the room, he could keep an eye on everyone in the room, and being that there was only one way out of the room, there was also only one way in. This kid's smart. Real smart.

"What's yer name?" Logan demanded clearly indicating the new boy. He paid no attention to Logan, seemingly more interested in the fairer sex, namely, Rogue. That riled Logan. He didn't exactly know why but it just did. He filed the thought away in his mind, passing it off as fatherly concern for the type of guys Rogue should associate with.

Logan walked briskly over to the desk, with deliberate strides. The boy only looked up at Logan when he came to stand right by his desk. "What's yer name?" Logan asked, more insistently.

The new boy and Logan stared at each other for a moment, sizing each other up. Finally, the boy removed his glasses. He glared at Logan and said, "Dey call me Gambit, homme." Logan seemed satisfied with that. He crossed off the name and went back to the desk at the front of the room.

Rogue had been watching the whole time. When this "Gambit" kid had taken off his glasses, she had seen a glimpse of his unusual eyes. It made her heart pound, but the emotion wasn't exactly fear.

The afternoon wore on. Everyone was bored out of their skulls. Even Logan. He didn't want to be there any more than the kids did. Suddenly, a loud explosion made everybody jump. They all looked to the back of the room where the explosion had come from.

Gambit had a helpless expression on his face, and he was shrugging as if to say "my bad". Logan was thinking of many ways to punish him, but for some reason he couldn't make himself do it. There was some kind of aura around the boy that filled the room and mezmerized everyone in it...

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well that's it for now, oh, almost forgot.

Disclaimer-- Don't I just wish I was Stan Lee, but I'm not, so the X-men aren't mine, neither is Marvel comics...(wipes away a tear).

About the 'Verse-- yeah, I know, it's a weird 'Verse, sort of a cross between the movieverse and X-men Evolution.

More to come-- Bear with me, my muse is insisting I continue writing Nikita stuff. While I don't want to reveal what will happen next, I do want to keep readers enticed....Some characters will bond, someone will go to an unlikely person for advice, and someone feels like a pedophile...

One more note-- Sorry for the Scott/Kitty bashing, I just don't like them.