This is the Rietro version. Enjoy.
Scott was dead. There was no other way around. He was dead and he wasn't coming back. Congratulate me. It only took me to the day of his funeral to realize that. Here I sat, next to Pietro, my glove hand clutching his like it was a lifesaver. Daddy sat on the other side me rubbing my hand unconsciously. I think Scott's death hurt him a lot more than he was willing to let on. Mommy sat on his other side. She looked genuinely sad. Her arm was around Kurt, who was crying silently. I glanced behind me at 'Ro. She smiled wearily at me.
"How are you holding up?" She whispered. I merely nodded and turned my eyes back to the minister who was conducting the ceremony. It was a beautiful ceremony. I mentally laughed. That sounded like one of those empty comments someone who can't stand the person that died would say, but it was a nice ceremony. It was mutants only, people Scott had known and touched. Touched...No one every touched me like Scott did. I glanced at Pietro. His eyes were slightly gazed. I don't blame him for not paying attention. I mean him and Scott weren't exactly friends-hell, acquaintances. And besides I'm Scott's "widow" and I'm not even paying attention. Where was Alex? He said he would be here. Probably hurt too much. The minister had finished talking and individual people were talking about their experiences with Scott. I half tuned them out, until it was my turn to go up. I rose slowly and walked to the podium. The room became deathly silent. They knew who I was. I was the "widower." I had heard so many "I'm sorry's" that I was on the rim of screaming.
I collected my thoughts. Pietro smiled at me from his seat, "Ya probably know who ah am. Scott's girl friend, lover, best friend. And that's who ah am. Ah was Scott's unofficial girl friend, lover, and best friend. Where Scott went ah was allows there behind him. At the mansion there was this joke that if you see Scott count to five and you'll see Rogue. Scott and ah were inseparable. 'Till death do us part.'" I paused for a moment, "It's ironic. Scott wouldn't commit to me because he was terrified of losing me. Ah lost him." A lump started to form in my throat. I gulped it down and continued. "He used to tell me that he wanted only three things from life; to find love, be able to protect everyone, and to go home one day. He got all three." I looked heavenward, "Scott, you're home now. Home with your parents and the other angels, because that's what you were, Scott, an angel. Sent to help, protect, and love everyone. May you find eternal happiness, like you have given to me, in your new home." Rivers poured out of my eyes, "I will always carry a part of you with me Scott, and I will always love you." I stepped of the podium and sat down. Pietro put a comforting arm around me as I cried. I'm going to miss you...
"That was a nice speech," Alex whispered to me. I glanced up at him shocked. When had he gotten here? "I was here the whole time, I just didn't want to listen to everyone tell me how sorry they were. Like it was their fault my brother died." I nodded understanding. His shoulders hunched a little. "If anyone should apologize it should be Magneto," my eyes narrowed at that name. I honest to God hated that name and person it went with.
"You think we should have killed him? I mean drugging him then dropping him off on the doorstep of that place where Daddy was experimented on. Or maybe him being experimented on by non-mutants is a good punishment, just like he did to my Daddy," I mused more to myself then Alex. A silence enveloped between us.
"He would want you to move on," Alex whispered to me. I nodded and hugged him.
"Thank you."
"That's everything," I muttered as Pietro tried to close the car.
"Sure you have everything?" He muttered sarcastically. I smiled sweetly and nodded. It was two days after the funeral. 'Ro, Daddy, Mommy, Kurt, Mirage, Tabitha, Warren, Pietro, and I decided to go on a road trip. Get sometime to work out family problems, sometime to work out Pietro's insecurities about our relationship, and to get Warren and 'Ro back together. They make such a cute couple. Or should I say made? For some odd reason they broke up, but I could still feel the love between the two. Or was that sexual tension?
"Sure you don't want to come, Sir Lancelot?" Mirage asked mockingly. Lance rolled his eyes, "I mean Mom's all but signed the adoption papers."
"When you get them fax them to me, Lance."
Lance nodded, "I'll probably bring them up in person. I want to get my head settled before I'm come up there, ya know? Figure a few things out." She nodded understandingly. the whole Magneto episode had quieted Lance's non-mutants-are-inferior-and-evil-rant. I hugged him and the others quickly and jumped into the can. Mirage slid into the driver seat.
"I still don't see why I can't drive one of the motorcycles," she pouted at Daddy.
"Angel and 'Ro, me and her-"
"I do have a name, you know." Mystique huffed.
"Me and my woman," Mystique rolled her eyes, " are going on motorcycles. We need somewhere to store our stuff and I don't trust the Demon's driving."
"Are you referring to me or Pietro?" Tabitha asked.
"You. He's the Devil's son."
Pietro looked at me, "Remember that when you scream my name later tonight." My mouth dropped. Daddy's claws popped out.
"That's it. That man is officially evil," 'Ro hissed. Warren rolled his eyes at her.
"Give me back the keys."
"Nope," she saddled the motorcycle, "You getting on?" She challenged.
"It's my motorcycle. Why can't I drive it?"
"Because I have the keys. Now get on." He sighed and climbed on it behind her. He glanced down.
"Still looks good in leather," Oh yes it was definitely sexual tension.
"Let's go," I whined. Tabitha and Kurt jumped in the second row of seats. Pietro slipped into the seat next to me and I put my head on his lap.
"Verona, Jump in." Mirage ordered.
"What makes you think that you can-"
"Just get in." Verona complied sitting next Mirage. Chastity handed Verona a suitcase with a knowing smile, "I'm not that predictable, Chastity."
"Yes you are." I voiced from my position in the back. She started the van. I waved once more to everyone then we where off.
'Alright so show me how to play this game." 'Ro stated as we took the stuff out necessary for Pool. We were in one of those seedy bars you see one TV all the time.
"Angel, show her."
"Alright, bend over," 'Ro arched an eyebrow at him. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Yes he did," I muttered. Pietro laughed.
"Arch your back. That's-That's fine. Um...take it in your hand," I covered my mouth to avoid laughing out loud, "ease it back," a wicked smile graced 'Ro's lips. "Aim and Fire." I glanced at Mommy she seemed to be trying hard not to laugh. After a couple of minutes of Warren torture, Logan and Warren challenged 'Ro and Mystique to a game. Everyone put their money on Daddy and Warren except me, Mirage, Tabitha, and Verona.
"Alternating turns. If you land one in the pocket then your teammate takes the next shot. You break, woman. You do know how to break right?"
"I've watched you play enough times to know the basic rules." Mommy broke landing two colored balls in the pockets. Daddy's eyebrow went up in surprise. Mommy handed the stick to 'Ro who in turn put two more colored balls in the corner. Our mouths dropped. It seems 'Ro and Mommy were holding out on us. Without even giving the guys a chance to play the game was over. 'Ro smiled innocently.
"I believe you owe us $1000."
"That was something else. Who would believe that sweet, innocent Storm was a hustler?" Pietro mused as we walked hand-in-glove.
"'Ro only pretends to be sweet."
"I meant what I said." I glanced at him curiously, "That I love, Rogue."
"No," I whispered. He stared at me confused, "Rogue is dead. She died with Scott."
"Then who are you?"
"Maire. Marie Frederique de Gutton. And I, Maire, love you unconditionally, Pietro." He smiled and grabbed me in a fierce embrace. He kissed me fiercely and quickly. Sensations coursed through my body. His hands roamed my body. I tangled my hand through his beautiful. I felt an irresistible need for him. I felt whole, I felt complete. I moaned his name. I pulled his head away from my neck.
"Say it," I ordered.
"I love you, Marie."
"Who has the ring?" The minister asked.
"I do!" Our son Pietro Jr. stated proudly. He handed the ring to Pietro.
"That's Daddy line, stupid," Pietra moaned at her older brother, "Boys are so stupid." Little Scott looked at her hurt, "Except you Scottie," Scott smiled his toothless smile. He looked a lot like Scott. Goodbye, Scott. You will always be in my heart. Pietro Jr. stuck his tongue out at his sister. I blushed my children behavior at our wedding.
"Can we continue or are we going to have a discussion on how stupid men are?" minister asked. I bit my lip trying not to laugh, "Pietro Maximoff, do you take this women as y our lawful wedded wife, in sickness, and in health for richer or poorer?"
"Can I think about that for a moment?" I hit him, "Ow! Kidding, I do. A thousand time I do!"
"And do you, Maire Frederique, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer?" I paused and put my finger to y chin for a moment,
"Alright if I have to."
"I should have charged extra for this wedding. You may now kiss the bride." And we did again and again and again.....
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That's it. Hoped you enjoyed the story. Look for my new story sometime this week.
Scott was dead. There was no other way around. He was dead and he wasn't coming back. Congratulate me. It only took me to the day of his funeral to realize that. Here I sat, next to Pietro, my glove hand clutching his like it was a lifesaver. Daddy sat on the other side me rubbing my hand unconsciously. I think Scott's death hurt him a lot more than he was willing to let on. Mommy sat on his other side. She looked genuinely sad. Her arm was around Kurt, who was crying silently. I glanced behind me at 'Ro. She smiled wearily at me.
"How are you holding up?" She whispered. I merely nodded and turned my eyes back to the minister who was conducting the ceremony. It was a beautiful ceremony. I mentally laughed. That sounded like one of those empty comments someone who can't stand the person that died would say, but it was a nice ceremony. It was mutants only, people Scott had known and touched. Touched...No one every touched me like Scott did. I glanced at Pietro. His eyes were slightly gazed. I don't blame him for not paying attention. I mean him and Scott weren't exactly friends-hell, acquaintances. And besides I'm Scott's "widow" and I'm not even paying attention. Where was Alex? He said he would be here. Probably hurt too much. The minister had finished talking and individual people were talking about their experiences with Scott. I half tuned them out, until it was my turn to go up. I rose slowly and walked to the podium. The room became deathly silent. They knew who I was. I was the "widower." I had heard so many "I'm sorry's" that I was on the rim of screaming.
I collected my thoughts. Pietro smiled at me from his seat, "Ya probably know who ah am. Scott's girl friend, lover, best friend. And that's who ah am. Ah was Scott's unofficial girl friend, lover, and best friend. Where Scott went ah was allows there behind him. At the mansion there was this joke that if you see Scott count to five and you'll see Rogue. Scott and ah were inseparable. 'Till death do us part.'" I paused for a moment, "It's ironic. Scott wouldn't commit to me because he was terrified of losing me. Ah lost him." A lump started to form in my throat. I gulped it down and continued. "He used to tell me that he wanted only three things from life; to find love, be able to protect everyone, and to go home one day. He got all three." I looked heavenward, "Scott, you're home now. Home with your parents and the other angels, because that's what you were, Scott, an angel. Sent to help, protect, and love everyone. May you find eternal happiness, like you have given to me, in your new home." Rivers poured out of my eyes, "I will always carry a part of you with me Scott, and I will always love you." I stepped of the podium and sat down. Pietro put a comforting arm around me as I cried. I'm going to miss you...
"That was a nice speech," Alex whispered to me. I glanced up at him shocked. When had he gotten here? "I was here the whole time, I just didn't want to listen to everyone tell me how sorry they were. Like it was their fault my brother died." I nodded understanding. His shoulders hunched a little. "If anyone should apologize it should be Magneto," my eyes narrowed at that name. I honest to God hated that name and person it went with.
"You think we should have killed him? I mean drugging him then dropping him off on the doorstep of that place where Daddy was experimented on. Or maybe him being experimented on by non-mutants is a good punishment, just like he did to my Daddy," I mused more to myself then Alex. A silence enveloped between us.
"He would want you to move on," Alex whispered to me. I nodded and hugged him.
"Thank you."
"That's everything," I muttered as Pietro tried to close the car.
"Sure you have everything?" He muttered sarcastically. I smiled sweetly and nodded. It was two days after the funeral. 'Ro, Daddy, Mommy, Kurt, Mirage, Tabitha, Warren, Pietro, and I decided to go on a road trip. Get sometime to work out family problems, sometime to work out Pietro's insecurities about our relationship, and to get Warren and 'Ro back together. They make such a cute couple. Or should I say made? For some odd reason they broke up, but I could still feel the love between the two. Or was that sexual tension?
"Sure you don't want to come, Sir Lancelot?" Mirage asked mockingly. Lance rolled his eyes, "I mean Mom's all but signed the adoption papers."
"When you get them fax them to me, Lance."
Lance nodded, "I'll probably bring them up in person. I want to get my head settled before I'm come up there, ya know? Figure a few things out." She nodded understandingly. the whole Magneto episode had quieted Lance's non-mutants-are-inferior-and-evil-rant. I hugged him and the others quickly and jumped into the can. Mirage slid into the driver seat.
"I still don't see why I can't drive one of the motorcycles," she pouted at Daddy.
"Angel and 'Ro, me and her-"
"I do have a name, you know." Mystique huffed.
"Me and my woman," Mystique rolled her eyes, " are going on motorcycles. We need somewhere to store our stuff and I don't trust the Demon's driving."
"Are you referring to me or Pietro?" Tabitha asked.
"You. He's the Devil's son."
Pietro looked at me, "Remember that when you scream my name later tonight." My mouth dropped. Daddy's claws popped out.
"That's it. That man is officially evil," 'Ro hissed. Warren rolled his eyes at her.
"Give me back the keys."
"Nope," she saddled the motorcycle, "You getting on?" She challenged.
"It's my motorcycle. Why can't I drive it?"
"Because I have the keys. Now get on." He sighed and climbed on it behind her. He glanced down.
"Still looks good in leather," Oh yes it was definitely sexual tension.
"Let's go," I whined. Tabitha and Kurt jumped in the second row of seats. Pietro slipped into the seat next to me and I put my head on his lap.
"Verona, Jump in." Mirage ordered.
"What makes you think that you can-"
"Just get in." Verona complied sitting next Mirage. Chastity handed Verona a suitcase with a knowing smile, "I'm not that predictable, Chastity."
"Yes you are." I voiced from my position in the back. She started the van. I waved once more to everyone then we where off.
'Alright so show me how to play this game." 'Ro stated as we took the stuff out necessary for Pool. We were in one of those seedy bars you see one TV all the time.
"Angel, show her."
"Alright, bend over," 'Ro arched an eyebrow at him. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Yes he did," I muttered. Pietro laughed.
"Arch your back. That's-That's fine. Um...take it in your hand," I covered my mouth to avoid laughing out loud, "ease it back," a wicked smile graced 'Ro's lips. "Aim and Fire." I glanced at Mommy she seemed to be trying hard not to laugh. After a couple of minutes of Warren torture, Logan and Warren challenged 'Ro and Mystique to a game. Everyone put their money on Daddy and Warren except me, Mirage, Tabitha, and Verona.
"Alternating turns. If you land one in the pocket then your teammate takes the next shot. You break, woman. You do know how to break right?"
"I've watched you play enough times to know the basic rules." Mommy broke landing two colored balls in the pockets. Daddy's eyebrow went up in surprise. Mommy handed the stick to 'Ro who in turn put two more colored balls in the corner. Our mouths dropped. It seems 'Ro and Mommy were holding out on us. Without even giving the guys a chance to play the game was over. 'Ro smiled innocently.
"I believe you owe us $1000."
"That was something else. Who would believe that sweet, innocent Storm was a hustler?" Pietro mused as we walked hand-in-glove.
"'Ro only pretends to be sweet."
"I meant what I said." I glanced at him curiously, "That I love, Rogue."
"No," I whispered. He stared at me confused, "Rogue is dead. She died with Scott."
"Then who are you?"
"Maire. Marie Frederique de Gutton. And I, Maire, love you unconditionally, Pietro." He smiled and grabbed me in a fierce embrace. He kissed me fiercely and quickly. Sensations coursed through my body. His hands roamed my body. I tangled my hand through his beautiful. I felt an irresistible need for him. I felt whole, I felt complete. I moaned his name. I pulled his head away from my neck.
"Say it," I ordered.
"I love you, Marie."
"Who has the ring?" The minister asked.
"I do!" Our son Pietro Jr. stated proudly. He handed the ring to Pietro.
"That's Daddy line, stupid," Pietra moaned at her older brother, "Boys are so stupid." Little Scott looked at her hurt, "Except you Scottie," Scott smiled his toothless smile. He looked a lot like Scott. Goodbye, Scott. You will always be in my heart. Pietro Jr. stuck his tongue out at his sister. I blushed my children behavior at our wedding.
"Can we continue or are we going to have a discussion on how stupid men are?" minister asked. I bit my lip trying not to laugh, "Pietro Maximoff, do you take this women as y our lawful wedded wife, in sickness, and in health for richer or poorer?"
"Can I think about that for a moment?" I hit him, "Ow! Kidding, I do. A thousand time I do!"
"And do you, Maire Frederique, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer?" I paused and put my finger to y chin for a moment,
"Alright if I have to."
"I should have charged extra for this wedding. You may now kiss the bride." And we did again and again and again.....
*********************************THE EHD*******************************
That's it. Hoped you enjoyed the story. Look for my new story sometime this week.