Hi again. . . I'm extremely broke at the moment. Broke to the extent that I
no longer can leave the house to buy anything, so I have to stay at home
and grouch. Which is probably why I have the time to do this. =)
Thanks to all my reviewers who helped push this fic past 200 reviews! *big group hug* Red Witch (I love fluffy! =) ), Foxy Bonecracker, todd fan, Lady MR, klucky, me, InterNutter (LOL! Maybe I'll have Logan do some bonding with "Fang"), amerase, Candice, evolutionary spider, Shades of Red (don't worry - I hate kietro pairings), RyanGosling4ever (so your name's kitty, too? I love Ryan Gosling btw - he's so cute!), kitkat, cally (yay Rogue/Remy!), KaYuTa (I finally figured out how you spelt the name - KailYugaTallen right?), Dr. Lauryl (*racks brains for ideas* eh. . . don't worry, I'll email you soon once I get any. =) ), SnoOza, MeL, Eileen(Seriously, I have no idea. . . *sheepish look*), and Aphrodite (Thank you very much!). *sniff* THANK YOU!!!
Disclaimer: Bad me. Haven't put this up for so long. I don't own x men evolution.
Entry 22
I've frankly always wondered how it would feel to have a normal life as a normal person. Judging from the situation, it's not going to be anytime soon. Not because I'm a mutant, but because I seem to have a built-in knack for causing trouble.
Take Remy for instance. Now the both of us have to go for counseling. I mean, it wasn't his fault in the first place, really, but Logan seemed convinced that Remy was some flaming pervert that had somehow infiltrated into our system.
Well, after I finally worked up the courage to enter the Professor's office, I was greeted by a furious Logan and a concerned Professor. Scott was no help. He just kept staring, mouth agape, at Remy, who was trying to look as dignified as he could (as dignified as a person can look with just a pair of pants on, and with a deranged mutant gripping his shoulder menacingly).
"Kitty?" The Professor turned his attention to me. "Would you like to tell us your side of the story?"
"Well. . . it's like this -"
"No need for her friggin' explanation!" Logan was practically seething. "I know what I saw!"
"Now, if you'll just let her finish what she was going to say, Logan," the Professor said sternly. I felt like jumping out of the window.
"THIS BOY IS A F(beep) PERVERT!!" Logan yelled out loud. "HE'S TRYING TO AMBUSH ALL THE FEMALES IN THIS INSTITUTE TO BATHE WITH HIM!!"
"I am NOT," Remy protested, affronted. "I was just - "
"NO EXCUSES!!" Logan thundered, reflexively popping his claws as he shouted more obscenities. I watched helplessly as Remy tried to flee from his grasp, obviously uncomfortable with the feel of adamantium claws against his dangerously bare skin.
"Remy?" I asked timidly. The Professor was trying to calm Logan down in the background.
"Yeah?" he asked distractedly, squirming.
"I'msosorry," I rushed out hurriedly. To my amazement, he winked at me in reply. I was about to process this when Logan began hollering once again.
"LOOK AT HIM!!" He turned to face the Professor, his trembling finger pointing at Remy accusingly. "He's still flirting at a time like this!!" The Professor looked as baffled as we were.
There was a resounding silence echoing around the office. All of a sudden, Remy burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but join in. Maybe it was the pure ridiculousness of the situation, I didn't know, but we just kept laughing until tears were flowing down our cheeks. Logan, Scott, and the Professor exchanged nervous looks as we rolled on the floor helplessly, clutching our sides.
When our laughter gradually died down, the Professor cleared his throat. "Ahem. Kitty? What actually happened?"
"It was an accident," I admitted, rubbing my sore stomach. "I phased through the door without knocking, and, uh. . ."
"Yeah," Remy agreed hurriedly. "Nothing happened."
"Huh," Logan snorted. The professor shot him a warning look.
"Kitty," he began, "could you and Mr. LeBeau leave the room for a moment? I need to discuss this matter with Logan and Scott." Logan snorted again, and gave something I would call a very evil laugh.
Remy and me headed out of the office and leaned against the wall next to the door. "Wonder what they're gonna do to us," Remy commented, pressing his ear to the door, trying to listen to what they were saying, I suppose.
"Sorry I dragged you into this," I said.
He gave me a lopsided smile. "No problem," he replied with a small smirk. "Were you planning it?"
"WHAT?!" I screeched. "It was an accident!"
"Yeah, _right_." He smirked once more.
"The way you say it, you sound like you don't believe me."
"I don't."
"I'm telling you. . ."
"Relax," he laughed. "I believe you. I don't really need another female clamoring for my affections - two's enough."
I flared up. "I am NOT clamoring for your attention," I hissed through gritted teeth.
"Oh, right. Whatever you say."
"I AM NOT!!"
"That was the second time you burst in while I was in the shower. Doesn't it count for planning it in advance? You sneaky little devil you."
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!" I yelled. The temptation to grab his hair and PULL was rising quickly. (Un)Fortunately, before I could reach out and strangle him, the door opened.
"You can come in now," Scott greeted us seriously. I felt like I was being led to the gallows.
The Professor smiled at us uncertainly. I took it as a good sign. "Frankly, we've discussed this issue, and have decided to take some action." He took a sip of water. "Kitty, we've decided to send you for counseling."
My jaw dropped. "WHAT?" I felt Remy shift uncomfortably next to me.
Logan closed in. "As for you, gumbo," he smiled menacingly. "You're going too."
It was Remy's turn to respond. "WHAT?!" he asked incredulously. "But I didn't do anything!"
Logan scratched his chin unconcernedly. "Well, let's just say you've been a tad - secretive lately."
Remy swore. At least I think he did, because it came out in a foreign language. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
"Professor," I began. "It's not Remy's fault. He shouldn't be punished for this."
"I hardly see it as a punishment," Logan said meanly. "It's called psychiatrical fulfillment."
"It was Logan's idea to send Mr. LeBeau, not mine," the professor replied gently. "He claims that he has his reasons."
"Damn right I do." Logan shot the both of us a satisfied look. "Counseling starts on Monday," he called, before he exited the office. Scott trotted after him happily (probably because he knew Remy wasn't going to be around to flirt with Jean by Monday).
"Damn," Remy cursed as we headed upstairs. I watched as he picked up his clothes from the floor of the bathroom. "Nobody gives me orders," he said darkly.
I opened my mouth to apologize again, but shut it. I had a feeling it was going to make matters worse in that situation. We simply headed down the hallway together, but I didn't dare to look him in the face.
As we reached the doorway to his room, I remembered what he had said just before, "Nobody gives me orders." It just had this. . . fierce tone in it. "Why?" I blurted out suddenly, while he was midway in closing the door behind him.
"Sorry to disappoint," he did his infuriating smirk thing again. "But you're too young for me." He shut the door.
It took me a while to react. "That wasn't what I meant," I groaned out loud. The idiot!
So now he thinks I'm interested in him or something? Gross! Lance is already enough of a problem, with Fluffy and all. Speaking of Fluffy - where's Pepper? She's been gone for. . . what? Five days already? And Logan _has_ been acting suspicious lately. . .
I'm starting a search party.
***TO DO LIST***
Start search party tmr. MUST FIND PEPPER!!
Find excuses to skip counseling.
Dispel all rumors that I'm interested in Remy. Ew, ew, EW.
Make sure everyone won't find out about this.
Make sure Lance won't find out about this. (Of high priority!)
Fix the bathroom door.
[A/n: Yay! Another chapter done! Up next: Counseling sessions. Read and review!]
Thanks to all my reviewers who helped push this fic past 200 reviews! *big group hug* Red Witch (I love fluffy! =) ), Foxy Bonecracker, todd fan, Lady MR, klucky, me, InterNutter (LOL! Maybe I'll have Logan do some bonding with "Fang"), amerase, Candice, evolutionary spider, Shades of Red (don't worry - I hate kietro pairings), RyanGosling4ever (so your name's kitty, too? I love Ryan Gosling btw - he's so cute!), kitkat, cally (yay Rogue/Remy!), KaYuTa (I finally figured out how you spelt the name - KailYugaTallen right?), Dr. Lauryl (*racks brains for ideas* eh. . . don't worry, I'll email you soon once I get any. =) ), SnoOza, MeL, Eileen(Seriously, I have no idea. . . *sheepish look*), and Aphrodite (Thank you very much!). *sniff* THANK YOU!!!
Disclaimer: Bad me. Haven't put this up for so long. I don't own x men evolution.
Entry 22
I've frankly always wondered how it would feel to have a normal life as a normal person. Judging from the situation, it's not going to be anytime soon. Not because I'm a mutant, but because I seem to have a built-in knack for causing trouble.
Take Remy for instance. Now the both of us have to go for counseling. I mean, it wasn't his fault in the first place, really, but Logan seemed convinced that Remy was some flaming pervert that had somehow infiltrated into our system.
Well, after I finally worked up the courage to enter the Professor's office, I was greeted by a furious Logan and a concerned Professor. Scott was no help. He just kept staring, mouth agape, at Remy, who was trying to look as dignified as he could (as dignified as a person can look with just a pair of pants on, and with a deranged mutant gripping his shoulder menacingly).
"Kitty?" The Professor turned his attention to me. "Would you like to tell us your side of the story?"
"Well. . . it's like this -"
"No need for her friggin' explanation!" Logan was practically seething. "I know what I saw!"
"Now, if you'll just let her finish what she was going to say, Logan," the Professor said sternly. I felt like jumping out of the window.
"THIS BOY IS A F(beep) PERVERT!!" Logan yelled out loud. "HE'S TRYING TO AMBUSH ALL THE FEMALES IN THIS INSTITUTE TO BATHE WITH HIM!!"
"I am NOT," Remy protested, affronted. "I was just - "
"NO EXCUSES!!" Logan thundered, reflexively popping his claws as he shouted more obscenities. I watched helplessly as Remy tried to flee from his grasp, obviously uncomfortable with the feel of adamantium claws against his dangerously bare skin.
"Remy?" I asked timidly. The Professor was trying to calm Logan down in the background.
"Yeah?" he asked distractedly, squirming.
"I'msosorry," I rushed out hurriedly. To my amazement, he winked at me in reply. I was about to process this when Logan began hollering once again.
"LOOK AT HIM!!" He turned to face the Professor, his trembling finger pointing at Remy accusingly. "He's still flirting at a time like this!!" The Professor looked as baffled as we were.
There was a resounding silence echoing around the office. All of a sudden, Remy burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but join in. Maybe it was the pure ridiculousness of the situation, I didn't know, but we just kept laughing until tears were flowing down our cheeks. Logan, Scott, and the Professor exchanged nervous looks as we rolled on the floor helplessly, clutching our sides.
When our laughter gradually died down, the Professor cleared his throat. "Ahem. Kitty? What actually happened?"
"It was an accident," I admitted, rubbing my sore stomach. "I phased through the door without knocking, and, uh. . ."
"Yeah," Remy agreed hurriedly. "Nothing happened."
"Huh," Logan snorted. The professor shot him a warning look.
"Kitty," he began, "could you and Mr. LeBeau leave the room for a moment? I need to discuss this matter with Logan and Scott." Logan snorted again, and gave something I would call a very evil laugh.
Remy and me headed out of the office and leaned against the wall next to the door. "Wonder what they're gonna do to us," Remy commented, pressing his ear to the door, trying to listen to what they were saying, I suppose.
"Sorry I dragged you into this," I said.
He gave me a lopsided smile. "No problem," he replied with a small smirk. "Were you planning it?"
"WHAT?!" I screeched. "It was an accident!"
"Yeah, _right_." He smirked once more.
"The way you say it, you sound like you don't believe me."
"I don't."
"I'm telling you. . ."
"Relax," he laughed. "I believe you. I don't really need another female clamoring for my affections - two's enough."
I flared up. "I am NOT clamoring for your attention," I hissed through gritted teeth.
"Oh, right. Whatever you say."
"I AM NOT!!"
"That was the second time you burst in while I was in the shower. Doesn't it count for planning it in advance? You sneaky little devil you."
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!" I yelled. The temptation to grab his hair and PULL was rising quickly. (Un)Fortunately, before I could reach out and strangle him, the door opened.
"You can come in now," Scott greeted us seriously. I felt like I was being led to the gallows.
The Professor smiled at us uncertainly. I took it as a good sign. "Frankly, we've discussed this issue, and have decided to take some action." He took a sip of water. "Kitty, we've decided to send you for counseling."
My jaw dropped. "WHAT?" I felt Remy shift uncomfortably next to me.
Logan closed in. "As for you, gumbo," he smiled menacingly. "You're going too."
It was Remy's turn to respond. "WHAT?!" he asked incredulously. "But I didn't do anything!"
Logan scratched his chin unconcernedly. "Well, let's just say you've been a tad - secretive lately."
Remy swore. At least I think he did, because it came out in a foreign language. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
"Professor," I began. "It's not Remy's fault. He shouldn't be punished for this."
"I hardly see it as a punishment," Logan said meanly. "It's called psychiatrical fulfillment."
"It was Logan's idea to send Mr. LeBeau, not mine," the professor replied gently. "He claims that he has his reasons."
"Damn right I do." Logan shot the both of us a satisfied look. "Counseling starts on Monday," he called, before he exited the office. Scott trotted after him happily (probably because he knew Remy wasn't going to be around to flirt with Jean by Monday).
"Damn," Remy cursed as we headed upstairs. I watched as he picked up his clothes from the floor of the bathroom. "Nobody gives me orders," he said darkly.
I opened my mouth to apologize again, but shut it. I had a feeling it was going to make matters worse in that situation. We simply headed down the hallway together, but I didn't dare to look him in the face.
As we reached the doorway to his room, I remembered what he had said just before, "Nobody gives me orders." It just had this. . . fierce tone in it. "Why?" I blurted out suddenly, while he was midway in closing the door behind him.
"Sorry to disappoint," he did his infuriating smirk thing again. "But you're too young for me." He shut the door.
It took me a while to react. "That wasn't what I meant," I groaned out loud. The idiot!
So now he thinks I'm interested in him or something? Gross! Lance is already enough of a problem, with Fluffy and all. Speaking of Fluffy - where's Pepper? She's been gone for. . . what? Five days already? And Logan _has_ been acting suspicious lately. . .
I'm starting a search party.
***TO DO LIST***
Start search party tmr. MUST FIND PEPPER!!
Find excuses to skip counseling.
Dispel all rumors that I'm interested in Remy. Ew, ew, EW.
Make sure everyone won't find out about this.
Make sure Lance won't find out about this. (Of high priority!)
Fix the bathroom door.
[A/n: Yay! Another chapter done! Up next: Counseling sessions. Read and review!]