Title: Family Chapter 9: A Fresh Coat of Paint
By: Mara Kraus
Rated: PG-13
What It's About: The girls make the guys paint the baby's room. And Ruth gets her first taste of the Danger Room. This will be the last chapter.
A/N: Jeans five months preguant.
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"Do we have to?" Bobby Drake whined to his bestfriend Rogue.
They were standing outside of what would be the babies new room. There were five buckets of pale pink paint and six paint brushes. One each for the five men that were going be painting the room and an extra just in case. Jean had deceded, after many hours of arguing with the men, that her daughter's room would be pink.
Rolling her eyes Rogue said, "Yes, ya do Bobby. Jus' lahk the rest of the boys."
"So chere, what you and de femmes goin' ta be doin'?" Remy asked her walking up behind the two friends.
"Jean, Ororo, Besty, and myself are goin'a let Ruthy get a taste of the Danger Room, sugar."
"Why can't I do that! I can help teach her," Bobby told them with a glint of hope in his eyes.
"Drake, if we have to be stuck here then so do you," Bishop said scrowling at a bucket of paint. "Did Jean really have to pick pink?"
Rogue just snickered and left. She had work to do.
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Ruth grunted, the Danger Room was harder than she had thought. It had only been twenty minutes and she was alread cut up and bruised. What really irked her was that she had started on the easiest level.
"Rogue can I take a brake yet?" Ruth yelled up at the southerner.
"No, ya need ta get used to the D.R. (Danger Room)" she called to the girl.
For the next thirty minutes Ruth trained her ass off. Finally when she was about to faint Rogue turned the D.R. off. Crawling to the door Ruth leaned up against it. Trying to catch her breath. Never had she been through something like that.
"I have no ideal how you guys do it. Next time I say I want to be a X-Woman stick me in here for ten minutes," she joked.
Lifting her up Betsy told her, "You did pretty good for your first time. Better than Jublee did." The Brit knew that would cheere the girl up.
"Thanks Bets. Where are the guys? I'd think Scooter would be down here."
Rogue grinned, "There paintin' the baby's room hun. Want ta go see how they're doin'?"
All the woman agreed. When they got up the the nurcery they were shocked. There stood five grown men covered in pink paint.
"What the bloody hell did you five do?" Betsy asked.
Four of the five looked backed at the one who was laying on the ground with the buckets surounding him. From what little of the cloths they could see the woman could see it was Bobby.
"Let us guess B-man made ya mad?" Ruth ventured.
"Yes!" the four yelled.
Jean walked up to them. "How long should I be mad at you guys? I mean the paint was only specail ordered from France for this room." She was pissed.
"Jean, don't be mad they're family," Ruth told her.
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Hope you guys liked this. I would have gone on but I've had such a bad case of writers block I don't have any ideal what to do with this. Plus this was only suppost to be an one shot story of Remy and Rogue. Thanks to those who reviewed.
By: Mara Kraus
Rated: PG-13
What It's About: The girls make the guys paint the baby's room. And Ruth gets her first taste of the Danger Room. This will be the last chapter.
A/N: Jeans five months preguant.
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"Do we have to?" Bobby Drake whined to his bestfriend Rogue.
They were standing outside of what would be the babies new room. There were five buckets of pale pink paint and six paint brushes. One each for the five men that were going be painting the room and an extra just in case. Jean had deceded, after many hours of arguing with the men, that her daughter's room would be pink.
Rolling her eyes Rogue said, "Yes, ya do Bobby. Jus' lahk the rest of the boys."
"So chere, what you and de femmes goin' ta be doin'?" Remy asked her walking up behind the two friends.
"Jean, Ororo, Besty, and myself are goin'a let Ruthy get a taste of the Danger Room, sugar."
"Why can't I do that! I can help teach her," Bobby told them with a glint of hope in his eyes.
"Drake, if we have to be stuck here then so do you," Bishop said scrowling at a bucket of paint. "Did Jean really have to pick pink?"
Rogue just snickered and left. She had work to do.
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Ruth grunted, the Danger Room was harder than she had thought. It had only been twenty minutes and she was alread cut up and bruised. What really irked her was that she had started on the easiest level.
"Rogue can I take a brake yet?" Ruth yelled up at the southerner.
"No, ya need ta get used to the D.R. (Danger Room)" she called to the girl.
For the next thirty minutes Ruth trained her ass off. Finally when she was about to faint Rogue turned the D.R. off. Crawling to the door Ruth leaned up against it. Trying to catch her breath. Never had she been through something like that.
"I have no ideal how you guys do it. Next time I say I want to be a X-Woman stick me in here for ten minutes," she joked.
Lifting her up Betsy told her, "You did pretty good for your first time. Better than Jublee did." The Brit knew that would cheere the girl up.
"Thanks Bets. Where are the guys? I'd think Scooter would be down here."
Rogue grinned, "There paintin' the baby's room hun. Want ta go see how they're doin'?"
All the woman agreed. When they got up the the nurcery they were shocked. There stood five grown men covered in pink paint.
"What the bloody hell did you five do?" Betsy asked.
Four of the five looked backed at the one who was laying on the ground with the buckets surounding him. From what little of the cloths they could see the woman could see it was Bobby.
"Let us guess B-man made ya mad?" Ruth ventured.
"Yes!" the four yelled.
Jean walked up to them. "How long should I be mad at you guys? I mean the paint was only specail ordered from France for this room." She was pissed.
"Jean, don't be mad they're family," Ruth told her.
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Hope you guys liked this. I would have gone on but I've had such a bad case of writers block I don't have any ideal what to do with this. Plus this was only suppost to be an one shot story of Remy and Rogue. Thanks to those who reviewed.