Title: Tangled Webs By: Satine16
Chapter 11: Intertwined
Summary: An account of each character in the mere hours before the wedding!.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me and I am not doing this to make money. This is
just for fun! Please don't sue me!
Rogue raced down the main staircase and out the door. She got in Logan's pickup truck
and took off down the road. She eventually pulled into the driveway of Worthington Manor. She
exited the truck in her brown boots and faded jeans. Her wild hair was somewhat tamed in a
loose ponytail and her beige t-shirt made her look the proper farmer's daughter. The only item
that through off her farm girl motif was her brown satin gloves. They ran to about where her t-
shirt started. She raced up the driveway and into Warren's room.
He was sitting in the complete dark. His normally shiny blond tresses were greasy and
filthy and he hadn't shaved in a while. He hadn't even bothered to change his clothes.
"Okay, sugah. You gotta get ready for the weddin'."
"She's pregnant."
Rogue took in a harsh breath and closed her eyes. She rubbed her temples and decided to
crawl on the floor next to Warren. He told her everything that he had done wrong for the last few
months and she listened. Most of what she heard she couldn't even believe. She descended the
stairs an hour later and told Lance to make a pot of strong coffee for Warren and to get him
ready to go as soon as possible. Lance's dark lips separated and he flashed his astonishingly
white smile.
"Thank you, Miss."
"No problem, Lance. But Ah gotta get outta here. My hair's gettin' done in twenty
minutes."
Rogue popped back into the truck and headed for the salon where she met Jean, Ororo,
Betsy and Rebecca. As soon as Rogue opened her mouth her hair technician knew exactly what
she was going to do with her piles of hair. Almost all of her hair was pulled off her face and half
of it was held back with a set of combs. The stylist then proceeded to curl her hair into southern
belle tendrils and she left two white locks in the shape of a corkscrew to frame her face.
Everyone loved it and Rogue plastered a smile on her face to hide what she was really thinking.
She took off with the rest of the girls and they went to get their dresses. She looked
simply amazing in her gown. Her dress hugged every curve on her body and made her look like
a magazine ad. Her full lips were polished frosty pink and her emerald eyes were outlined in a
plum eyeliner. All of her freckles were clearly visible, but they didn't bug her so much anymore.
She had fought all day to keep from crying and she was about to give up the fight when Logan
knocked on her door. He looked like a star from an old movie, dressed in his tuxedo. He was
Remy's replacement in the Bridal Party. Rogue took Logan's arm and descended the stairs,
knowing that it just wouldn't be the same.
Warren had took up residence in his bedroom, with the door locked and the windows shut
for three days. He hadn't eaten a thing and all he could think about was Betsy. She had walked
out of his life permanently and there was nothing he could do to fix what he had done wrong.
And on top of all the guilt it had dawned on him that he would never even know his own child.
He had no doubts in his mind that she was a competent individual who could raise a baby
without even so much as a financial problem, but he wanted to be involved. He loved her. And
he wanted her back. But he didn't know how to get her back.
When Rogue showed up in his room and he confessed everything he felt a lot better. But
it still didn't fix his problems for him. No one could fix his problem but him. And that was going
to be a difficult fight. Betsy was a stubborn woman and he was a proud man.
After Rogue had talked him off the metaphoric ledge he was standing on Lance came up
with the silver tea set with a strong pot of black coffee. After an hour no one would have known
or even hinted at what Warren looked like before. His hair was shining like gold again, his face
was freshly shaven and his tux was neatly pressed.
Warren got into the back of the limo and left for the church hoping to make it in time. He
needed to speak with Betsy.
Betsy woke up early and paced back and forth in her room for awhile. She was close to
two months pregnant and did not know what to do with herself. When Jean entered her room that
morning Betsy was at the breaking point.
"Bet- Are you okay?"
"No Jean. Not all people have a picture perfect life okay?"
"Honey, what's wrong?" Jean's sugary sweet tone sickened Betsy and she turned on her
like a rabid dog.
"I'm pregnant you stupid little..... And now Warren's gone. Which means I either have to
raise the goddam brat on my own or have an abortion. Not all people have the luxury of having a
baby while in wedlock."
Jean just looked at her and used all of her energy to keep her mouth from dropping open.
"We need to get our hair done, don't we?" Betsy brushed past jean as she exited the
room, the dazed bride following her in astonishment.
The stylist tied Betsy's violet hair back in a french twist. The light was glinting off it and
they took a white orchid and pinned it in her hair. When she got home she put her dress on. It still
made her look like she was out of a Fairy Tale and with her hair pulled back she truly looked like
a princess. And then it crossed her mind that her story was not going to end Happily Ever After.
She wanted him to plead her return, she couldn't go back to him. But how she wanted him. She
loved him. She wanted to have his child. But not without him.
Jean's big day had finally arrived and she had told Scott he wouldn't be aloud to see her
at all. Not til she walked down the aisle. Every little thing about her was full of excitement and
she could barely help bubbling over with joy. After wasting numerous hours staring at her dress
she realized it was time for the girls to get their hair done.
She went to retrieve Betsy and found her a walking bus accident. After mocking Jean and
every one of her beliefs Betsy revealed that she was pregnant with Warren's child. Jean knew
that they were a very sexually active couple but it just wasn't right for her to be pregnant before
they got married. Betsy's hard and awful speech shook her to the core but getting her hair done
made her feel much better.
Her auburn mane was wrapped up into a fat bun at the top of her head. The woman who
worked on her hair also chose to braid a few small chunks of her hair and those braids were
woven into the intricate style of the bun.
After dropping Betsy and her sister off Jean went to the Bridal Salon to get into her dress.
Everything needed to be perfect so to get the perfect fit from the dress, Jean was basically
stitched into it. The tiara like headpiece was pinned into her hair and finished off her regal
appearance.
"You ready to go, Pumpkin?" Jean's father stuck his head in the door and looked in awe
at his oldest daughter.
"Yes, Daddy."
Scott awoke with far less jitters than his bride-to-be. He had a morning cup of coffee and
bagel and met his brother Alex for lunch. He and Alex went together to get dressed but became
stumped when it became time to tie the bow tie. Alex fumbled until he got it but Scott went in
search of his knowledgeable friend.
"Ro?" he asked poking his head in her doorway.
"Yes, Scott?" she asked turning around and revealing her be-gowned beauty from head to
toe.
Scott simply smiled and asked her to tie his tie for him and with a chuckle approached
him.
"Can I ask you a question, Scott?"
"Anything. My turn to return the favor," he said while marveling at himself in the mirror.
"Have you ever made a mistake with jean that you thought you wouldn't be able to fix? A
huge mistake. One that may not be able to be fixed no matter how hard you thought you could
try."
"Yes. A few times. But the real measure of a person's love is there ability to forgive and
damn Ro. I am a lucky man to have her love me so much."
With that he exited her room and left her to ponder her thoughts on her own.
Ororo's day was full of sadness and loneliness. She longed to have Logan back with her.
She wanted him to hold her. But wanting him wasn't enough anymore. She was back where she
started, well almost.
At two thirty she went with the girls to get her hair done. They loosely curled all of her
hair so it fell over her shoulders in waves of silver. And then they took the left side of her hair
and pulled it back using bobby pins and a very large flower dyed a shade of plum, in a true
Hawaiian nature.
She had only seen Logan briefly that day and it was so brief an encounter the two were
unable to exchange any words. Although Logan was in no mood to speak to her.
She slowly got dressed and her make-up was finally finished. An amethyst liner framed
her eyes and gold lipstick made her lips shimmer and shine in the sunlight.
She received a brief visit from Scott, asking her to tie his bow tie. She did as he asked but
in return asked him a very meaningful question. What he had said to her brought her hope that all
was not lost. She knew what she had to do. She had to ask for his forgiveness and ask for a new
beginning. After that it was in fate and Logan's hands.
Logan's day had not been the best. A couple of times he saw Ororo in the hallways but he
was able to redirect his course in order to avoid her but the two bumped into one another in the
kitchen and paused awkwardly. He never wanted it to be like this, with her of all people. She was
once his best friend and then his lover and now she was a stranger, and it killed him inside.
On top of all that, after Remy's sudden departure Logan was asked to walk with Rogue
down the aisle. He couldn't refuse Jean's pleading eyes when she asked him awhile ago but now
the idea of attempting to take Remy's place with Rogue seemed like the stupidest idea he had
ever had. She had locked herself in her room all day after getting her hair cut and she wouldn't
emerge until it was time to depart for the church.
He lightly wrapped on her door and opened it a crack. There she stood adorned in a gown
that fit her as well as the gloves she always wore. In that instant Logan realized Remy LeBeau
was an idiot. He should have got down on his knees to praise this woman but instead he broke
her heart
"Ya look great, darlin'." A small smile crossed his face as she walked to him and took his
arm.
"Ya don't look so bad yaself, sugah."
The two took one of Charles extra cars in order to get to the chapel.
Remy LeBeau had been taking up residence in Richmond, Virginia for the time being.
And at the moment he was at a small diner a small ways outside the city. He had slept with
almost a new girl every night to try and get her out of his mind but it never worked. They meant
nothing to him and therefore all he did was wish she was the one calling out his name. When he
went to pay for his breakfast this next morning the gentleman who ran the diner saw Rogue's
picture in his wallet.
She was sitting 'sidesaddle' on his bike and half her hair was tied up into a cornet while
the other half fell loosely across her shoulders. Into the braid she had woven lily of the valley and
he could remember exactly how sweet she smelled that day. She had a little yellow sun dress and
sandals on and although the attire is what you would call innocent, her toned muscles and
luscious curves were extremely visible. Her green eyes were sparkling and her full red lips were
just gateways into her humongous white smile.
"Your girlfriend?" the man asked simply.
"Yeah. Well not really anymore."
"You got that at home and you're out here roamin' the country? You stupid boy? Most
guys gotta make a deal with the devil ta get that!"
"You're right, ya know."
"Damn sure I'm right!"
"Here's your money. Ah gotta go."
"Where you goin' boy?"
"Home."
Remy arrived that night and had just enough time to slip into his tux. He had missed the
ceremony, but there was still a chance he could catch her at the reception. He took one of the
nicer cars out of the garage because he didn't want to wrinkle his tuxedo. All he could do was
show up and pray she would take him back.
Chapter 11: Intertwined
Summary: An account of each character in the mere hours before the wedding!.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me and I am not doing this to make money. This is
just for fun! Please don't sue me!
Rogue raced down the main staircase and out the door. She got in Logan's pickup truck
and took off down the road. She eventually pulled into the driveway of Worthington Manor. She
exited the truck in her brown boots and faded jeans. Her wild hair was somewhat tamed in a
loose ponytail and her beige t-shirt made her look the proper farmer's daughter. The only item
that through off her farm girl motif was her brown satin gloves. They ran to about where her t-
shirt started. She raced up the driveway and into Warren's room.
He was sitting in the complete dark. His normally shiny blond tresses were greasy and
filthy and he hadn't shaved in a while. He hadn't even bothered to change his clothes.
"Okay, sugah. You gotta get ready for the weddin'."
"She's pregnant."
Rogue took in a harsh breath and closed her eyes. She rubbed her temples and decided to
crawl on the floor next to Warren. He told her everything that he had done wrong for the last few
months and she listened. Most of what she heard she couldn't even believe. She descended the
stairs an hour later and told Lance to make a pot of strong coffee for Warren and to get him
ready to go as soon as possible. Lance's dark lips separated and he flashed his astonishingly
white smile.
"Thank you, Miss."
"No problem, Lance. But Ah gotta get outta here. My hair's gettin' done in twenty
minutes."
Rogue popped back into the truck and headed for the salon where she met Jean, Ororo,
Betsy and Rebecca. As soon as Rogue opened her mouth her hair technician knew exactly what
she was going to do with her piles of hair. Almost all of her hair was pulled off her face and half
of it was held back with a set of combs. The stylist then proceeded to curl her hair into southern
belle tendrils and she left two white locks in the shape of a corkscrew to frame her face.
Everyone loved it and Rogue plastered a smile on her face to hide what she was really thinking.
She took off with the rest of the girls and they went to get their dresses. She looked
simply amazing in her gown. Her dress hugged every curve on her body and made her look like
a magazine ad. Her full lips were polished frosty pink and her emerald eyes were outlined in a
plum eyeliner. All of her freckles were clearly visible, but they didn't bug her so much anymore.
She had fought all day to keep from crying and she was about to give up the fight when Logan
knocked on her door. He looked like a star from an old movie, dressed in his tuxedo. He was
Remy's replacement in the Bridal Party. Rogue took Logan's arm and descended the stairs,
knowing that it just wouldn't be the same.
Warren had took up residence in his bedroom, with the door locked and the windows shut
for three days. He hadn't eaten a thing and all he could think about was Betsy. She had walked
out of his life permanently and there was nothing he could do to fix what he had done wrong.
And on top of all the guilt it had dawned on him that he would never even know his own child.
He had no doubts in his mind that she was a competent individual who could raise a baby
without even so much as a financial problem, but he wanted to be involved. He loved her. And
he wanted her back. But he didn't know how to get her back.
When Rogue showed up in his room and he confessed everything he felt a lot better. But
it still didn't fix his problems for him. No one could fix his problem but him. And that was going
to be a difficult fight. Betsy was a stubborn woman and he was a proud man.
After Rogue had talked him off the metaphoric ledge he was standing on Lance came up
with the silver tea set with a strong pot of black coffee. After an hour no one would have known
or even hinted at what Warren looked like before. His hair was shining like gold again, his face
was freshly shaven and his tux was neatly pressed.
Warren got into the back of the limo and left for the church hoping to make it in time. He
needed to speak with Betsy.
Betsy woke up early and paced back and forth in her room for awhile. She was close to
two months pregnant and did not know what to do with herself. When Jean entered her room that
morning Betsy was at the breaking point.
"Bet- Are you okay?"
"No Jean. Not all people have a picture perfect life okay?"
"Honey, what's wrong?" Jean's sugary sweet tone sickened Betsy and she turned on her
like a rabid dog.
"I'm pregnant you stupid little..... And now Warren's gone. Which means I either have to
raise the goddam brat on my own or have an abortion. Not all people have the luxury of having a
baby while in wedlock."
Jean just looked at her and used all of her energy to keep her mouth from dropping open.
"We need to get our hair done, don't we?" Betsy brushed past jean as she exited the
room, the dazed bride following her in astonishment.
The stylist tied Betsy's violet hair back in a french twist. The light was glinting off it and
they took a white orchid and pinned it in her hair. When she got home she put her dress on. It still
made her look like she was out of a Fairy Tale and with her hair pulled back she truly looked like
a princess. And then it crossed her mind that her story was not going to end Happily Ever After.
She wanted him to plead her return, she couldn't go back to him. But how she wanted him. She
loved him. She wanted to have his child. But not without him.
Jean's big day had finally arrived and she had told Scott he wouldn't be aloud to see her
at all. Not til she walked down the aisle. Every little thing about her was full of excitement and
she could barely help bubbling over with joy. After wasting numerous hours staring at her dress
she realized it was time for the girls to get their hair done.
She went to retrieve Betsy and found her a walking bus accident. After mocking Jean and
every one of her beliefs Betsy revealed that she was pregnant with Warren's child. Jean knew
that they were a very sexually active couple but it just wasn't right for her to be pregnant before
they got married. Betsy's hard and awful speech shook her to the core but getting her hair done
made her feel much better.
Her auburn mane was wrapped up into a fat bun at the top of her head. The woman who
worked on her hair also chose to braid a few small chunks of her hair and those braids were
woven into the intricate style of the bun.
After dropping Betsy and her sister off Jean went to the Bridal Salon to get into her dress.
Everything needed to be perfect so to get the perfect fit from the dress, Jean was basically
stitched into it. The tiara like headpiece was pinned into her hair and finished off her regal
appearance.
"You ready to go, Pumpkin?" Jean's father stuck his head in the door and looked in awe
at his oldest daughter.
"Yes, Daddy."
Scott awoke with far less jitters than his bride-to-be. He had a morning cup of coffee and
bagel and met his brother Alex for lunch. He and Alex went together to get dressed but became
stumped when it became time to tie the bow tie. Alex fumbled until he got it but Scott went in
search of his knowledgeable friend.
"Ro?" he asked poking his head in her doorway.
"Yes, Scott?" she asked turning around and revealing her be-gowned beauty from head to
toe.
Scott simply smiled and asked her to tie his tie for him and with a chuckle approached
him.
"Can I ask you a question, Scott?"
"Anything. My turn to return the favor," he said while marveling at himself in the mirror.
"Have you ever made a mistake with jean that you thought you wouldn't be able to fix? A
huge mistake. One that may not be able to be fixed no matter how hard you thought you could
try."
"Yes. A few times. But the real measure of a person's love is there ability to forgive and
damn Ro. I am a lucky man to have her love me so much."
With that he exited her room and left her to ponder her thoughts on her own.
Ororo's day was full of sadness and loneliness. She longed to have Logan back with her.
She wanted him to hold her. But wanting him wasn't enough anymore. She was back where she
started, well almost.
At two thirty she went with the girls to get her hair done. They loosely curled all of her
hair so it fell over her shoulders in waves of silver. And then they took the left side of her hair
and pulled it back using bobby pins and a very large flower dyed a shade of plum, in a true
Hawaiian nature.
She had only seen Logan briefly that day and it was so brief an encounter the two were
unable to exchange any words. Although Logan was in no mood to speak to her.
She slowly got dressed and her make-up was finally finished. An amethyst liner framed
her eyes and gold lipstick made her lips shimmer and shine in the sunlight.
She received a brief visit from Scott, asking her to tie his bow tie. She did as he asked but
in return asked him a very meaningful question. What he had said to her brought her hope that all
was not lost. She knew what she had to do. She had to ask for his forgiveness and ask for a new
beginning. After that it was in fate and Logan's hands.
Logan's day had not been the best. A couple of times he saw Ororo in the hallways but he
was able to redirect his course in order to avoid her but the two bumped into one another in the
kitchen and paused awkwardly. He never wanted it to be like this, with her of all people. She was
once his best friend and then his lover and now she was a stranger, and it killed him inside.
On top of all that, after Remy's sudden departure Logan was asked to walk with Rogue
down the aisle. He couldn't refuse Jean's pleading eyes when she asked him awhile ago but now
the idea of attempting to take Remy's place with Rogue seemed like the stupidest idea he had
ever had. She had locked herself in her room all day after getting her hair cut and she wouldn't
emerge until it was time to depart for the church.
He lightly wrapped on her door and opened it a crack. There she stood adorned in a gown
that fit her as well as the gloves she always wore. In that instant Logan realized Remy LeBeau
was an idiot. He should have got down on his knees to praise this woman but instead he broke
her heart
"Ya look great, darlin'." A small smile crossed his face as she walked to him and took his
arm.
"Ya don't look so bad yaself, sugah."
The two took one of Charles extra cars in order to get to the chapel.
Remy LeBeau had been taking up residence in Richmond, Virginia for the time being.
And at the moment he was at a small diner a small ways outside the city. He had slept with
almost a new girl every night to try and get her out of his mind but it never worked. They meant
nothing to him and therefore all he did was wish she was the one calling out his name. When he
went to pay for his breakfast this next morning the gentleman who ran the diner saw Rogue's
picture in his wallet.
She was sitting 'sidesaddle' on his bike and half her hair was tied up into a cornet while
the other half fell loosely across her shoulders. Into the braid she had woven lily of the valley and
he could remember exactly how sweet she smelled that day. She had a little yellow sun dress and
sandals on and although the attire is what you would call innocent, her toned muscles and
luscious curves were extremely visible. Her green eyes were sparkling and her full red lips were
just gateways into her humongous white smile.
"Your girlfriend?" the man asked simply.
"Yeah. Well not really anymore."
"You got that at home and you're out here roamin' the country? You stupid boy? Most
guys gotta make a deal with the devil ta get that!"
"You're right, ya know."
"Damn sure I'm right!"
"Here's your money. Ah gotta go."
"Where you goin' boy?"
"Home."
Remy arrived that night and had just enough time to slip into his tux. He had missed the
ceremony, but there was still a chance he could catch her at the reception. He took one of the
nicer cars out of the garage because he didn't want to wrinkle his tuxedo. All he could do was
show up and pray she would take him back.