On the Wall
Part V
This part is very short,
mostly because I have writer's block and am oh so tired. If you wanna out in your two cents about the
plot, drop me a line.
You know all the crap. If you don't, you deserve to be beaten over
the head with a stick.
Due to new uploading policy,
or my stupidity, there might be a lot of versions of this story floating around
as I add new chapters…stick with me. Storm rules.
The
smell of pizza wafted through the mansion. Gambit grabbed the nearest box and jumped over the arm of the
couch. It was six o'clock, and he had
worked up quite an appetite, spending most of the day in the danger room. It had been nearly four hours ago when he
had decided to go and work out, and he had been without human contact the
entire time. Well, not the entire
time. He had passed a perturbed looking
Logan as he went into the danger room.
"Hey
homme, you wanna fight wit' me? I gotta
lot of tension to get rid of." Gambit
had been referring to his encounter with Storm that morning, but he guessed by the
look on Logan's face that he thought he meant something else.
"Not
a chance in hell, Gumbo. I've relieved
other people's 'tension' enough for one day."
The
next few hours had flown by as Gambit killed and blew up opponent after
opponent, all the while his mind kept returning back to his romantic
encounter. Stormy was just feeling sick…probably, he told himself as he
flipped off of the wall. Then, of course, maybe the petite wasn't
feeling sick…maybe she like Gambit. Maybe Gambit like her. Hmmph.
Gambit
had left his work out as confused as ever, but now he had pizza to console him. Beautiful pizza. At least it never lied to him. The cardboard had just finished squeaking when he looked up and
saw an angel. Three angels, actually,
followed by a goddess. The pizza was
quickly forgotten as Gambit sprung up and grabbed the nearest ladies hand.
"Bonjour,
mademoiselle. I don't believe we've met
before." He lowered his head and gave
her hand a quick peck, before turning his face up to glimpse into her gray
eyes. Pru pulled back, seeing his red
eyes, and her hand quickly followed. Gambit chuckled. "Ah, well,
can't charm them all."
"Sorry. I was just a little…surprised. Sorry."
"Gambit,
let me introduce you to the Halliwell sisters. The one you were just licking was Pru, this is Piper, and this is
Phoebe."
"Gambit's
has to remember to thank that genie, eh Stormy?"
With
great flourish, Gambit bowed to the other two ladies. Piper turned two shades of crimson before silently reminding
herself that she was engaged. Phoebe,
on the other hand, only raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"It's
very nice to meet you, Monsieur Gambit-"
"Please,
call me Remy."
"Monsieur
Remy. Isn't it, Piper?"
"I'm
engaged."
This
took Gambit back a step, and a bewildered look plastered his face. "Qui donc. Should I congratulate you?"
Storm
cleared her throat. This was all
extremely annoying. The Professor had
suggested to her that she show them around a bit and get them some dinner, when
she actually wanted to retreat to her room and pound her head until it came up
with a plan to get rid of the charmed ones. "Well, here's some pizza. You
all can go ahead and eat. I think that
I'll be heading back to my room now. Maybe take a nap."
"All
right," Phoebe said, sliding onto the couch next to the *sexy* Cajun.
God, how old is that
witch? Twelve? Grabbing a slice of pizza, Storm left as nonchalantly
as she could. Pru watched her walk
away. "She sure seems a bit odd."
"No,
no, Stormy's great. She's just a bit
under the weather because of her fall. And probably because Gambit wasn't paying enough attention to her," he
added with a grin.
After
the pizza box had been passed around and everyone was settled, be it in a couch
or armchair, Gambit felt a bit curious as to who these beautiful women were,
and why they were here. "So, who
exactly are you beautiful women, and why are you here? Are you newly recruited mutants?"
Piper
wiped a dab of marinara sauce off of her chin. "Actually, we're witches from San Francisco. We're here on assignment."
"Witches? You mean voodoo and all that stuff?"
"Not
that kind of stuff. Just your average
witches, trying to protect the world."
"Oh."
There
was a brief silence as Gambit contemplated this new knowledge. He had grown up in New Orleans, so he knew
that there were witches out there, but he'd only dealt with voodoo
priestesses. Well, they can call themselves 'tever they want. They still gorgeous when it comes down to
it.
"Remy,
I was wondering if you could tell me a little bit about Ororo, or Storm?" Pru
asked, picking at the mushrooms that were on her slice. She detested mushrooms.
"Like
what, petite?"
"You
know, background information, stuff that's going on in her life, what here
favorite color is…anything really."
"All
right. You sure she'd be ok with us
talking about her?"
Without hesitation, Pru nodded her head
earnestly. "Oh yeah. She was going to tell us all this stuff, but
she was feeling so tired."
"All
right, in that case, I guess it's all right. Now y'all get comfy, because Gambit's got quite a story to tell." He
paused to take a slow bite of his pizza, trying to decide where to begin. Pru took this as a sign of doubt, so she quickly
asked a question.
"We
heard her called 'Goddess'. Why is
that?"
"That,
my friend, is because she is a
goddess. Stormy grew up in Africa. An orphan in Africa. She and her parents were in a plane crash
when she was just a little baby, and both of them died."
"Oh,
how awful!" Phoebe said, leaning in so she could hear better.
"Yes,
it was. Throughout her life, she lived
with a tribe, where she was worshipped as a goddess because she could make it
rain when they prayed to her. She also lived
in Cairo when she was little, working as a tief, like Remy here did in
Nawlins. Professor Xavier found her and
brought her to America, where she is co-leader of the X-Men. What else do you wanna know?"
"Is
she powerful?" Phoebe asked, here eyes wide. She still hadn't gotten over the fact that being a mutant sounded so
incredibly cool.
"Stormy's
very powerful. She's the kind of
powerful that you wanna make sure to send her a Christmas card, even if ya
don't know her. And even if it isn't Christmas."
"So
you want to be on her good side?"
"Yes,
but it's not like she blasts people she doesn't like."
"Blasts?"
"Wit
lightening. She only fights people who
deserve it. Stormy's main problem is
controlling her power. She's never even
used her full powers before."
"That
is sooo cool. I wish-God, what is
that!" Everyone turned around to face a
pink blob of fur. Gambit's mouth
dropped open and a chunk of half chewed pizza fell out.
"H-Hank? Is that you?"
"Oh,
I knew you'd hate it! Sweet Lord,
Gambit, why can't you just come out and say that you think I'm ugly?" Hank stomped his foot on the ground as he
tried to hold back tears, but failed as one cascaded down his splotchy pink
fur.
"What
did you do Hank?"
"What
did I do? What did I do? Those damned Clairol
people didn't label how long I was supposed to keep the hair dye in, and now,
look, LOOK at this!" Hank burst out
into tears and ran out of the room. "I
hate you, I hate you all."
There
was a long silence as everyone listened to his padded footsteps and then the
slam of a door.
"Umm,
who was that?"
"That
was Hank McCoy, our resident doctor."
***
As
soon as Storm had gotten into her bedroom, she'd thrown the pizza into the trashcan
and began to pace back and forth. How the hell am I supposed to get rid of
them…damn damn dammit! Everything was
going along great until those showed up. I was even feeling confident enough to start looking again…DAMN
WITCHES.
Storm
flopped down on her bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling. A plan would come to her if only she would
be patient. Patience was a virtue after
all. God, the guy who said that must have never gotten laid. She amused herself for a few moments,
recounting how she had been laid only
earlier that morning when she felt the presence.
-Yes,
master, what is it?-
-How
are things going for you, dear?- The
thought sounded patronizing.
-Oh,
fine, fine, you know, flew around for a while this morning, it's great.-
-Don't
lie to me. I've been monitoring your
situation. I see that you've gotten the
Charmed Ones involved.-
-It's no big deal, Master. Nothing at all-
-Silence. But it's all right. It had been too long since I'd seen Phoebe
anyway. It's a pleasant surprise, actually. I was wondering how she was doing.-
-Not
surprising, Master. We all know about
your…er, former love…of humans.-
-Anyway,
I believe I have a way to help get you out of this little situation. You must follow my orders exactly, and it will
all go perfectly.-
-Yes master. What is the plan.-
-First,
use your power…your demonic powers of vanity against the Charmed Ones. You will learn the rest, in time.-