Hey guys!
I am not slow! I finished it! except for the epilouge (see end author's notes) I decided to let you control what you want to see in the next chapter, (a little) I f you say Rogue/Remy, you will be honored for your taste and one track mind, but merely a repition of my own thought process. Anyway, on with the fic. (I backed up a paragraph or two for refresher purposes)
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"Okay, I think the prof. would want us to trust him unless we're given a deffinite reason not to. Do you have any?" Kurt asked, knowing the answer.
"Yes!" Apparently this wasn't the answer Kurt had known she would give. He looked mildly surprised, but not unhappy.
Gambit wasn't sure how to react. Sure he had tried to blow her up, but he was on a different side, and beside, if he had really wanted her dead she would be, and she probably knew it.
"Okay, why can't he be an X-man?" Kurt was really hoping for an excellent answer. Mass murder worked nicely. unfgortunatly, there was no such luck. At least no good luck for the blue furry German. (Funny how good luck is definedd for him, no?)
"Ah dunno, but Ah don't trust him." [or myself aroun' him. Stupid male mind. Damn this sucks.]
"'Fraid they won't accept zat. Like it or not, I sink (think) he's coming home with us. What's his name, I don't want to keep calling him Hey You."
"Remy LeBeau, codename Gambit. Wanna know his favorite color? What he thinks of you as-of our capture?"
Kurt smiled at her, and whispered, so that Gambit couldn't hear, "Trying to show him what you can do?"
"Ah figured it was a fair warnin'."
"Scott's gonna have a cow when we come back with him."
"Dat might be worth watchin' since he probably won't have one for another twelve minutes." Rogue said, wincing slightly at her slip-up
"Yeah, he needs to take prozac or somesing."
"Not prozac, he need a pill that'll calm him down and make him think there's no reason to get excited again."
"I can only think of one, and Scott on a halucinogen is a scary thought."
During this discussion of Scott's medication, Gambit had been trying to get closer without seeming obvious. He wanted to know exactly what she knew about him, and if it was him they were talking about. However, once he got close enough Rogue threw a rock at him. A plain ordinary rock. He watched it hit the ground in front of him, harmlessly rolling into a nearby bush.
"Okay, you wanna join us? Fine, Scott'll probably drive you there. Ah can't guarantee anythin' though."
"Thank you."
"Trust me, the first thing we're going to do is introduce you to Logan. Don't thank us, it's our pleasure." Kurt said. Rogue looked at him and smiled.
[Ah always wanted a slightly evil older brother.] "Yeah, Logan'll _love_ him." Rogue walked out onto the path, and realized that Remy's mind had finally shut up. ['Bout damn time.] "C'mon, an' don't piss Scott off. Ah'm probably in enough trouble already."
With that they proceeded to Scott's car. Gambit in front with Rogue and Kurt watching him like two hawks. Or, a very watchful smurf and his little foster-sister who happens to be a predator-skunk if you must.
Anyway, nothing really eventful happens until they get to the car. Kurt had 'ported ahead to give Scott a sort of 'all's well', so Rogue was alone with Gambit when Scott first saw them. Now, Scott prided himself on his quick logical thinking abilities in these sort of situations. So, as any rational person would do in this situation, he burned rubber, almost giving Kurt whiplash, and royally ticking off an already irate Rogue.
"That (I'm going to censor what she says here, in order to maintain my low rating, and the curse words she uses haven't quite been invented and defined yet)!"
[Damn, I don't know anyone who can swear like that. She didn't strike me as a lady at first anyway, but, damn.] "Lemme guess; that was Scott?" Rogue scowled as she nodded at him. ['Mebbe I should start running now. Nah, I can't run away, I'll be stuck wit' Bucket-head, Quickie, and the hairball with the world's worst attitude.]
They both looked at the gates, waiting for Kurt to pop his head back in place and tell Scott he needed to chill.
"Um, Scott, why did you leave Rogue back there?"
"She was obviously the bait for an ambush, and you and Jean are always telling me to pick my battles, so I picked to not have my ass ripped off, blow up, burnt and handed back to me." Kurt rolled hids eyes and told Scott the entire story of what had happened.
Reluctantly, Scott realized he'd messed up, and went back to pick up Rogue (which wasn't a big deal, bacause she was an x-man after all), and Remy (which was a much bigger deal, and the reason for his reluctance. . .well beside the prospect of being glared at from the back seat for the entire ride back to the institute.)
Scott had taken a while to believe what Kurt told him, so by the time he got back Remy had decided to sit down, while Rogue just looked bored, and a little peeved. She had given up glaring pretty quickly actually. Her face hurt from all the evil glares, so she settled for looking bored. Also, Remy had spread out a solitare game on the ground, and after a few tense moments between himself and Rogue (who was understandably mildly nervous when he first started setting up the game), and was on his third game by the time Scott showed up. Rogue watched him put away his cards, not noticing how she watched Remy's hands with a little more than profesional interest.
Any way, they all get into the car, and if looks could kill, the Proffesor would have had to apoint a new tactical leader, bury one of Maneto's former acolytes, and Kurt would have been in the med. ward with a mild concusion. But, since Scott has the dangerous eye beams and not Rogue, they all make it to the instute with nothing more interresting happening on the way there than Kurt pointing out all the landmarks of Bayville. (". . .and here we have the mall, which should be opening up again pretty soon." Or, "And here we have the bnest fast food place in the history of the art form." etc.)
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Okay y'all, I know I wrote earlier about an epilouge, but, I'm not sure if I want to do it. I know how to settle my dilema though. I would like to take a poll, of all my reviews, whether or not you want an epilouge. If you vote no, the story ends here, and I move on to the next story, no skin off my butt. But if you vote yes, I will type out the optional ending, and post it pretty quickly. I decided it's time for some open democracy on ff.net. Remember to vote!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith.
I am not slow! I finished it! except for the epilouge (see end author's notes) I decided to let you control what you want to see in the next chapter, (a little) I f you say Rogue/Remy, you will be honored for your taste and one track mind, but merely a repition of my own thought process. Anyway, on with the fic. (I backed up a paragraph or two for refresher purposes)
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"Okay, I think the prof. would want us to trust him unless we're given a deffinite reason not to. Do you have any?" Kurt asked, knowing the answer.
"Yes!" Apparently this wasn't the answer Kurt had known she would give. He looked mildly surprised, but not unhappy.
Gambit wasn't sure how to react. Sure he had tried to blow her up, but he was on a different side, and beside, if he had really wanted her dead she would be, and she probably knew it.
"Okay, why can't he be an X-man?" Kurt was really hoping for an excellent answer. Mass murder worked nicely. unfgortunatly, there was no such luck. At least no good luck for the blue furry German. (Funny how good luck is definedd for him, no?)
"Ah dunno, but Ah don't trust him." [or myself aroun' him. Stupid male mind. Damn this sucks.]
"'Fraid they won't accept zat. Like it or not, I sink (think) he's coming home with us. What's his name, I don't want to keep calling him Hey You."
"Remy LeBeau, codename Gambit. Wanna know his favorite color? What he thinks of you as-of our capture?"
Kurt smiled at her, and whispered, so that Gambit couldn't hear, "Trying to show him what you can do?"
"Ah figured it was a fair warnin'."
"Scott's gonna have a cow when we come back with him."
"Dat might be worth watchin' since he probably won't have one for another twelve minutes." Rogue said, wincing slightly at her slip-up
"Yeah, he needs to take prozac or somesing."
"Not prozac, he need a pill that'll calm him down and make him think there's no reason to get excited again."
"I can only think of one, and Scott on a halucinogen is a scary thought."
During this discussion of Scott's medication, Gambit had been trying to get closer without seeming obvious. He wanted to know exactly what she knew about him, and if it was him they were talking about. However, once he got close enough Rogue threw a rock at him. A plain ordinary rock. He watched it hit the ground in front of him, harmlessly rolling into a nearby bush.
"Okay, you wanna join us? Fine, Scott'll probably drive you there. Ah can't guarantee anythin' though."
"Thank you."
"Trust me, the first thing we're going to do is introduce you to Logan. Don't thank us, it's our pleasure." Kurt said. Rogue looked at him and smiled.
[Ah always wanted a slightly evil older brother.] "Yeah, Logan'll _love_ him." Rogue walked out onto the path, and realized that Remy's mind had finally shut up. ['Bout damn time.] "C'mon, an' don't piss Scott off. Ah'm probably in enough trouble already."
With that they proceeded to Scott's car. Gambit in front with Rogue and Kurt watching him like two hawks. Or, a very watchful smurf and his little foster-sister who happens to be a predator-skunk if you must.
Anyway, nothing really eventful happens until they get to the car. Kurt had 'ported ahead to give Scott a sort of 'all's well', so Rogue was alone with Gambit when Scott first saw them. Now, Scott prided himself on his quick logical thinking abilities in these sort of situations. So, as any rational person would do in this situation, he burned rubber, almost giving Kurt whiplash, and royally ticking off an already irate Rogue.
"That (I'm going to censor what she says here, in order to maintain my low rating, and the curse words she uses haven't quite been invented and defined yet)!"
[Damn, I don't know anyone who can swear like that. She didn't strike me as a lady at first anyway, but, damn.] "Lemme guess; that was Scott?" Rogue scowled as she nodded at him. ['Mebbe I should start running now. Nah, I can't run away, I'll be stuck wit' Bucket-head, Quickie, and the hairball with the world's worst attitude.]
They both looked at the gates, waiting for Kurt to pop his head back in place and tell Scott he needed to chill.
"Um, Scott, why did you leave Rogue back there?"
"She was obviously the bait for an ambush, and you and Jean are always telling me to pick my battles, so I picked to not have my ass ripped off, blow up, burnt and handed back to me." Kurt rolled hids eyes and told Scott the entire story of what had happened.
Reluctantly, Scott realized he'd messed up, and went back to pick up Rogue (which wasn't a big deal, bacause she was an x-man after all), and Remy (which was a much bigger deal, and the reason for his reluctance. . .well beside the prospect of being glared at from the back seat for the entire ride back to the institute.)
Scott had taken a while to believe what Kurt told him, so by the time he got back Remy had decided to sit down, while Rogue just looked bored, and a little peeved. She had given up glaring pretty quickly actually. Her face hurt from all the evil glares, so she settled for looking bored. Also, Remy had spread out a solitare game on the ground, and after a few tense moments between himself and Rogue (who was understandably mildly nervous when he first started setting up the game), and was on his third game by the time Scott showed up. Rogue watched him put away his cards, not noticing how she watched Remy's hands with a little more than profesional interest.
Any way, they all get into the car, and if looks could kill, the Proffesor would have had to apoint a new tactical leader, bury one of Maneto's former acolytes, and Kurt would have been in the med. ward with a mild concusion. But, since Scott has the dangerous eye beams and not Rogue, they all make it to the instute with nothing more interresting happening on the way there than Kurt pointing out all the landmarks of Bayville. (". . .and here we have the mall, which should be opening up again pretty soon." Or, "And here we have the bnest fast food place in the history of the art form." etc.)
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Okay y'all, I know I wrote earlier about an epilouge, but, I'm not sure if I want to do it. I know how to settle my dilema though. I would like to take a poll, of all my reviews, whether or not you want an epilouge. If you vote no, the story ends here, and I move on to the next story, no skin off my butt. But if you vote yes, I will type out the optional ending, and post it pretty quickly. I decided it's time for some open democracy on ff.net. Remember to vote!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith.