I'm back! Sorry for all the typos in the last chapter. I have to look these things over more carefully. I own diddly! I spent my pet dime on comic books. *sigh* I paid in penny rolls, so as you can see, Marvel, suing me would only get you some of your comics back, and maybe a notebook. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Note to my fellow shippers- I am sorry to say that if you're reading this purely for Rouge/Remy content, you'll be sorely disappointed. They are not going ot be a couple until the third story in my series, (yes there's more) because a good fic relationship is like play dough. It gets more stable with age. Yes I did use play dough in a metaphore, and no I don't own that either. This is much too long. On with the story.
Meanwhile. . .
Saturday, 7:15 a.m., The Park
"Alright you two, why'd you want to come here?" Logan decided he'd had enough of this crap, and was going to get some answers.
"Fresh air?" Kurt lamely said the first thing that came to mind.
[I'm going to let Rogue come up with our lies for the rest of the day.]
"Yeah, can't sit around listenin' to Scott and Jean either arguin' or makin' out all day."
[That's more hell than one person can take.]
"Ja, zat's gross." Kurt chimed in, glad Rogue had found him incapable of lying.
"Tell me about it."
"Alright. I don't believe you, but I'm not coming back until eleven. Whatever you're doing, have it done by then. If you're not here it's extra sessions with me for a week."
Rogue and Kurt watched as Logan pulled out of the parking space, and sped toward the mansion.
"So what do we do for two hours?" Rogue said, as her stomache growled again.
"Vant some breakfast?" Kurt said, trying to be helpful and nice, since he was going to be alone with her for two hours.
"Ah am hungry. McDonalds sound good to you?" Rogue said, trying not to get irritated with his helpful niceness. [After all, it's just him an' me for two hours.]
"Sounds gut to me. I think egg mcmuffins are the paragon of breakfast foods."
"Ah like hash browns bettah." Rogue said, partially to be difficult, mostly because it was true.
"Blasphemy!" Kurt was genuinely shocked that anyone would preffer what was essentially a very large french fry to the Egg McMuffin.
"Ah've had bad experience with Egg McMuffins."
"Really?"
"Ah guess ya want me to tell ya about it huh?"
"We do have two hours until there's somewhere we need to be."
"Fahn. It all started. . ."
(Two hours later)
Wanda and Mystique were in the middle of the sculpture park when Rogue and Kurt came back from McDonalds.
"What are _they_ doing here? I thought Pietro and father were goin to be the only others."
"Was?" Kurt was blown away.
"You mean they're coming too?"
[Ah really shoulda stayed in bed]
"Yes, the news I have is for Pietro as well."
[Now Ah'm scared.] Rogue decided on an old how- to-scare-Pietro-when-the-brat-gets-here standby, she glared.
[Great, not only did he double cross us, but I can't understand almost anything he says.] Kurt inwardly sighed
[Too bad he won't hear it.] Wanda was almost to the point of smiling evilly at her thoughts.
They all stood there in an akward silence.
[Where the hell is Bucket-Head and the brat? Wanda's staring holes through Kurt, who's looking at anything but Wanda and me, while Rogue leans against the closest statue and genereally glares at everyone. I shouldn't have come back. Trask wasn't such a bad guy.]
Rogue was fed up wih leaning against what was aptly titled, 'Marble Shrapnel' and waiting for Pietro and Magneto, both very low on her list of favorite people, so she did what was natural for even a former Brotherhood member, she whined to Mystique.
"Man, when is that lil' doublecrossin'. . ."
"Incredibly-handsome-and-talented-young-man-that-you-love-so-much-going-to-get-here?I-guess-this-answers-your-WHOA!"
Wanda had wasted very little time, using her brother's cocky speech as a way of tracking him, she hexed the right bush out of the way and had him dangling upside down in about two seconds flat. Unfortunatly, (or fortunatly, depending on who you're rooting for) Magneto broke her concentration by pulling her rings in on themselves. (Author's note: ouchies)
"Enough, Mystique I believe we had a deal." Magneto said.
[Why do I keep bothering with her? I swear the woman couldn't protect anything if her life depended on it.]
"We did, didn't we Wanda?" Mystique sighed.
[Damn you Wanda! Why couldn't you have gone after your daddy. Why did I borrow all that money from Bucket-Head in the first place?]
Bucket-Head, um, Magneto, then clears his throat, which makes even Rogue and Kurt, (who were backing slowly away) look at him.
"Mystique, I believe you have something to tell the children."
***
dada DUM! What will Mystique tell them? Will she remember why she borrowed money from him? Why didn't Magneto drive himself? A couple of these answers and more in the next chapter of Yet Another Post DOR Fic!
please review!
Peace and Love,
Panther.
Note to my fellow shippers- I am sorry to say that if you're reading this purely for Rouge/Remy content, you'll be sorely disappointed. They are not going ot be a couple until the third story in my series, (yes there's more) because a good fic relationship is like play dough. It gets more stable with age. Yes I did use play dough in a metaphore, and no I don't own that either. This is much too long. On with the story.
Meanwhile. . .
Saturday, 7:15 a.m., The Park
"Alright you two, why'd you want to come here?" Logan decided he'd had enough of this crap, and was going to get some answers.
"Fresh air?" Kurt lamely said the first thing that came to mind.
[I'm going to let Rogue come up with our lies for the rest of the day.]
"Yeah, can't sit around listenin' to Scott and Jean either arguin' or makin' out all day."
[That's more hell than one person can take.]
"Ja, zat's gross." Kurt chimed in, glad Rogue had found him incapable of lying.
"Tell me about it."
"Alright. I don't believe you, but I'm not coming back until eleven. Whatever you're doing, have it done by then. If you're not here it's extra sessions with me for a week."
Rogue and Kurt watched as Logan pulled out of the parking space, and sped toward the mansion.
"So what do we do for two hours?" Rogue said, as her stomache growled again.
"Vant some breakfast?" Kurt said, trying to be helpful and nice, since he was going to be alone with her for two hours.
"Ah am hungry. McDonalds sound good to you?" Rogue said, trying not to get irritated with his helpful niceness. [After all, it's just him an' me for two hours.]
"Sounds gut to me. I think egg mcmuffins are the paragon of breakfast foods."
"Ah like hash browns bettah." Rogue said, partially to be difficult, mostly because it was true.
"Blasphemy!" Kurt was genuinely shocked that anyone would preffer what was essentially a very large french fry to the Egg McMuffin.
"Ah've had bad experience with Egg McMuffins."
"Really?"
"Ah guess ya want me to tell ya about it huh?"
"We do have two hours until there's somewhere we need to be."
"Fahn. It all started. . ."
(Two hours later)
Wanda and Mystique were in the middle of the sculpture park when Rogue and Kurt came back from McDonalds.
"What are _they_ doing here? I thought Pietro and father were goin to be the only others."
"Was?" Kurt was blown away.
"You mean they're coming too?"
[Ah really shoulda stayed in bed]
"Yes, the news I have is for Pietro as well."
[Now Ah'm scared.] Rogue decided on an old how- to-scare-Pietro-when-the-brat-gets-here standby, she glared.
[Great, not only did he double cross us, but I can't understand almost anything he says.] Kurt inwardly sighed
[Too bad he won't hear it.] Wanda was almost to the point of smiling evilly at her thoughts.
They all stood there in an akward silence.
[Where the hell is Bucket-Head and the brat? Wanda's staring holes through Kurt, who's looking at anything but Wanda and me, while Rogue leans against the closest statue and genereally glares at everyone. I shouldn't have come back. Trask wasn't such a bad guy.]
Rogue was fed up wih leaning against what was aptly titled, 'Marble Shrapnel' and waiting for Pietro and Magneto, both very low on her list of favorite people, so she did what was natural for even a former Brotherhood member, she whined to Mystique.
"Man, when is that lil' doublecrossin'. . ."
"Incredibly-handsome-and-talented-young-man-that-you-love-so-much-going-to-get-here?I-guess-this-answers-your-WHOA!"
Wanda had wasted very little time, using her brother's cocky speech as a way of tracking him, she hexed the right bush out of the way and had him dangling upside down in about two seconds flat. Unfortunatly, (or fortunatly, depending on who you're rooting for) Magneto broke her concentration by pulling her rings in on themselves. (Author's note: ouchies)
"Enough, Mystique I believe we had a deal." Magneto said.
[Why do I keep bothering with her? I swear the woman couldn't protect anything if her life depended on it.]
"We did, didn't we Wanda?" Mystique sighed.
[Damn you Wanda! Why couldn't you have gone after your daddy. Why did I borrow all that money from Bucket-Head in the first place?]
Bucket-Head, um, Magneto, then clears his throat, which makes even Rogue and Kurt, (who were backing slowly away) look at him.
"Mystique, I believe you have something to tell the children."
***
dada DUM! What will Mystique tell them? Will she remember why she borrowed money from him? Why didn't Magneto drive himself? A couple of these answers and more in the next chapter of Yet Another Post DOR Fic!
please review!
Peace and Love,
Panther.