A Minor Deception
Late on a rainy monday afternoon Remy arrived home to find the mansion seemingly empty.
"Hey, chere." He called to Jubilee, as she raced out of the bathroom with a bowl of water. "What're ya doin' wit' de water?"
"I have to get it to the infermary!" She answered, to excited to even slow down. She disappeared through a door before Remy could ask anything else.
"Merde." He swore, worried immediatly about who could be hurt.
Logan sniffed the air as he held Rogue's gloved hand. "It's the kid." He stated.
"Don' let 'em in." She groande weakly from her strange position slumped over the examining table.
"Alright." He drawled, removing his hand from hers and standing. "But I don't have to like it."
After he'd left the room and closed the door, Hank smiled down at the prone girl. "Am Ah gonna live, Doc?" She asked in a wry whisper.
"I do believe so." He replied, "But you should really tell Remy what happened when he asks." He grinned at her when she blushed. He, like everyone else in the mansion, relished in her embarassment over the morning's incident.
"Nah." She replied, grinning. "Ah wanna see what this lil' hurt is worth."
"Alright." Hank concented, much like Logan had. "You're finished." He helped her up and loosly put her extreamly thick hair into a loose bun to avoid irritating her small row of stiches under the bandage.
"Maybe Ah autta tell the gals about ya next time they're complainin' about their hair." She teased, checking her hair in the mirror. She laughed, putting a hand to her probably swollen head.
"Are you dizzy?" Hank asked, concerned again.
"Nah. Just practicin'."
When she reached the common room, she found Logan being harrassed by a very nervous-looking thief. "Hey, sugah. Wha'cha doin to Logan?" She asked, pressing a hand to her forehead.
"Rogue... Petite... Chere... What happened?'' Remy asked, looking like he was the one who'd just had stiches.
"Oh, Ah...Ah...Ah mean Ah... Ah fell." She announced, pitifully. Behind her Logan sounded as if he was stifiling laughter, which earned him a truely evil look from the southern belle.
Late on a rainy monday afternoon Remy arrived home to find the mansion seemingly empty.
"Hey, chere." He called to Jubilee, as she raced out of the bathroom with a bowl of water. "What're ya doin' wit' de water?"
"I have to get it to the infermary!" She answered, to excited to even slow down. She disappeared through a door before Remy could ask anything else.
"Merde." He swore, worried immediatly about who could be hurt.
Logan sniffed the air as he held Rogue's gloved hand. "It's the kid." He stated.
"Don' let 'em in." She groande weakly from her strange position slumped over the examining table.
"Alright." He drawled, removing his hand from hers and standing. "But I don't have to like it."
After he'd left the room and closed the door, Hank smiled down at the prone girl. "Am Ah gonna live, Doc?" She asked in a wry whisper.
"I do believe so." He replied, "But you should really tell Remy what happened when he asks." He grinned at her when she blushed. He, like everyone else in the mansion, relished in her embarassment over the morning's incident.
"Nah." She replied, grinning. "Ah wanna see what this lil' hurt is worth."
"Alright." Hank concented, much like Logan had. "You're finished." He helped her up and loosly put her extreamly thick hair into a loose bun to avoid irritating her small row of stiches under the bandage.
"Maybe Ah autta tell the gals about ya next time they're complainin' about their hair." She teased, checking her hair in the mirror. She laughed, putting a hand to her probably swollen head.
"Are you dizzy?" Hank asked, concerned again.
"Nah. Just practicin'."
When she reached the common room, she found Logan being harrassed by a very nervous-looking thief. "Hey, sugah. Wha'cha doin to Logan?" She asked, pressing a hand to her forehead.
"Rogue... Petite... Chere... What happened?'' Remy asked, looking like he was the one who'd just had stiches.
"Oh, Ah...Ah...Ah mean Ah... Ah fell." She announced, pitifully. Behind her Logan sounded as if he was stifiling laughter, which earned him a truely evil look from the southern belle.
