And here's the third installment of Movie Night. It's Rogue's turn. Thank
you to my friend Flyer for the help coming up with the movie. This one's
for all you Remy/Rogue fans out there. Not much, but there's more to come.
This also furthers the Wolvie/Jubes plot from Chapter 1.
Yes, there's an actual plot. No, really. Stop laughing, there is!
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Movie Night 3: Children of the Atom vs. Children of the Revolution
Jubilee squealed as Rogue whispered her choice in her ear. It was definitely not what Jean had thought. Very little explosive action, and a humongous love story. Not to mention a crap-load of angst. Jubilee giggled as she thought of Wolverine's reaction; and the fact that he had to sit through the whole thing. She skipped off giggling maniacally and entered the kitchen. Wolverine was on popcorn duty this week, and he noticed her exuberance.
"What's up, Jubes?"
"Nuthin!" She again erupted into a fit of giggles and he shook his head. He handed her two bowls of popcorn and she followed him into the den. They handed out the snacks and Rogue popped the movie in. Jubes and Wolverine claimed the chair again, and the others spread out around the room. Gambit stretched out on the loveseat, and Beast, Rogue, and Storm had taken the couch. Professor Xavier wheeled up next to Wolverine's chair, and Jean and Scott stretched out on the floor.
As the opening scene played, there were a mixture of groans and giggles from around the room. Wolverine tried to vacate his seat, but Jubilee was restraining him with a strength he didn't know she had. He consigned himself to his torture and stopped resisting. Scott was quiet, listening to the sound of Jean giggling. Beast seemed rather disturbed, but made no move. Rogue stole a quick glance at Gambit. He didn't seem either disgusted or pleased. She turned her head a little more to study him better. He turned to her and winked, and she looked away quickly.
To his horror, Wolverine soon realized that Jubilee had every intention of singing every song. He clamped his hand over her mouth, but she hummed. Groaning loudly, he removed his hand and she continued singing.
"There was a boy," she started, "A very strange, enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far." she was smiling the whole time, and Rogue giggled a little as she saw the added torture he had to endure.
As the main character came onto the screen, Jubilee jumped. "Oh my god! Ewan McGregor is so hot! But I liked him better in Star Wars."
"Shhh!" Gambit held a finger to his lips, "Gambit tryin to watch, petite." The guys stopped complaining as the Can-Can scene came on, and Rogue sat up in her seat. As the movie progressed, they were introduced to the "Bohemians." Wolverine tried to hide a chuckle at the narcoleptic Argentinean, but failed, and Jubilee flashed him a grin that said "just wait."
Wolverine nodded off a little, but was awoken with Jubilee's voice.
"The French are glad to die for love." He rubbed his eyes and grumbled a little. She wasn't a bad singer, but why did it have to be this movie? Oh, they were going to pay come his week. He couldn't really remember what week was his, but he knew he was after Beast. He was brought out of his thoughts as the music kicked up.
"A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, but diamonds are a girl's best friend." Now, Nicole Kidman was *not* an ugly woman, but he really didn't like her. This, however, was shaping up to be her best performance he'd ever seen.
"Diamonds are a girl's best..." Satine never finished her song as she plummeted to the floor, but Jubilee finished it for her. Rogue looked over at Gambit, who had sat up and started munching on popcorn. She turned her head just as he looked over and he smiled to himself.
A little while later, Jubilee jumped up and down. "This is one of my favorite parts!"
"Hey, Rogue, did you pick this movie or did Jubes?"
"Quiet, Wolvie! It's the Elephant Love Medley!" Wolverine watched as they melded about ten different love songs into one. He also realized in horror that Rogue and Jubilee were each singing a part and harmonizing together with the actors. Gambit leaned in discreetly to hear Rogue's soft voice, and Professor Xavier smiled. He loved seeing his children happy, and he knew those two were destined to be together, despite Rogue's condition. He looked down at Jean and Scott, who were less interested in the medley and were gazing fondly into each other's eyes. He laughed and shook his head. Some things never changed.
As the two lovers constantly tricked the Duke and got together, Wolverine growled at the man's stupidity. The man was denser than Sabretooth, something Wolverine thought impossible. Once again, Jubilee and Rogue were given the chance to sing their duet as Satine and Christian sang, "Come What May." By this point, Wolverine was itching to pick his movie and force them to watch it. It was going to be long, bloody, and very little plot line; just a lot of killing and gore.
Beast had laid his head in his hands as soon as he'd finished his popcorn, and Storm chuckled and shook him awake.
"You do not wish for others to sleep during your movie. At least fake interest."
He smiled at her, "You're right, Ororo. It's just this movie. I was never really big on musicals. I was more of the Shakespearian type play myself."
Everyone became quiet as the Argentinean sang, in a raspy voice, a very Latino version of "Roxanne." They all generally liked the song, but Jubilee and Rogue were crying, knowing what was to come next.
Gambit just about choked when Christian threw down the money and declared his lust had been cured. Wolverine had to stifle a laugh, and Beast was trying a little too hard to look interested and succeeded in appearing constipated.
"Dat's not how it's supposed to be!"
"Hush, Remy," came Rogue's southern voice, "It's part of the story." Gambit huffed, but was quiet. As the love song echoed through the den, Rogue looked at Gambit. "There ya are, honey." It was choked, as if she was hiding tears, but she couldn't spoil the ending. Jubilee, too, was bawling, and Wolverine was doing his best to calm her down, though he had no idea what was causing the tears. He soon found out as Satine collapsed with her last breath in Christian's arms.
Even Jean, who hadn't really been paying that much attention to the movie, was crying. Storm brushed a tear away, but nothing more. Rogue and Jubilee were drenched, as was Wolverine's shirt, and Gambit stood.
"Dat's not an ending! Dat's not fair!"
"It's a tragedy, Cajun. It's supposed to happen like that," came Wolverine's gruff voice. "Think Romeo and Juliet." As the movie ended, Gambit was still raving.
"In the Bayou, our stories 'ave happy endings." He then proceeded to ramble on in French, and Professor Xavier was grateful; he was certain it was not a pleasant rambling.
"Well, he picks next week, so he may have his fairytale ending." Rogue nodded at the Professor and wiped her face clean with her gloved hand and replaced the DVD back in it's case.
Jubilee was still crying a little as Wolverine walked her to her room, but she faked it as being for the movie. She had taken the chance to use the sad ending as a cover for her deeper feelings. It had been two weeks and Wolverine hadn't said a word about what she'd said to him. She was beginning to think he didn't care for her as deeply as she'd thought, but then again, maybe he hadn't heard. I mean, he always says "Night, Darlin'" right?
"You alright, Jubes?"
"Yeah," she choked, "I just hate that ending."
"You and Gambit. I don't think we'll hear the end of that one until next Friday." She laughed in spite of herself and leaned into him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and continued to lead her down the hall.
"Hey, maybe Xavier'll let you pick the movie after Gambit."
"I've already gone. Or don't you remember the gore-fest?" This was delving into uncomfortable territory.
"No, that night stands out in my mind very vividly. But it is your birthday in two weeks, not Storm's. I'm sure she wouldn't mind letting you pick the movie that week."
"No, it's alright," her voice fell noticeably. So he had heard. Of course he heard Jubes, he does have heightened senses. And he was ignoring it. "Good night." She closed her door behind her without waiting for his reply and climbed into bed.
She sobbed so loudly into her pillow that she didn't hear her door open and shut. The only thing she registered was the rough hand on her cheek.
"Come here," Wolverine lifted the small girl into his lap and rocked her back and forth until the sobbing subsided. "Tell me what's wrong, pun'kin."
"I thought you'd forgotten about my birthday," she lied, "I'm not crying because I'm sad; I'm just happy that someone didn't forget about me completely."
"I could never forget about you. Now, get to sleep, and tomorrow, I'll take you to the mall." Her eyes lit up, but she was confused. What was getting into him now? He would rather battle Sabretooth than go to the mall with her. Well, come to think of it, he'd rather get into fight than do most things.
"But Wolvie -"
"I need to know what ya want for yer birthday now don't I? And I need to know what ta tell the others when they ask." At her questioning eyes, he answered, "They all ask me what ya want for yer birthday. Somethin' about me knowin' ya best. Now, get to sleep." She laid down and he tucked her in, kissing her on the cheek. "Night, Jubes."
"Night, Wolvie." She resisted the urge to test her theory, and succumbed to Morpheus' pull.
Yes, there's an actual plot. No, really. Stop laughing, there is!
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Movie Night 3: Children of the Atom vs. Children of the Revolution
Jubilee squealed as Rogue whispered her choice in her ear. It was definitely not what Jean had thought. Very little explosive action, and a humongous love story. Not to mention a crap-load of angst. Jubilee giggled as she thought of Wolverine's reaction; and the fact that he had to sit through the whole thing. She skipped off giggling maniacally and entered the kitchen. Wolverine was on popcorn duty this week, and he noticed her exuberance.
"What's up, Jubes?"
"Nuthin!" She again erupted into a fit of giggles and he shook his head. He handed her two bowls of popcorn and she followed him into the den. They handed out the snacks and Rogue popped the movie in. Jubes and Wolverine claimed the chair again, and the others spread out around the room. Gambit stretched out on the loveseat, and Beast, Rogue, and Storm had taken the couch. Professor Xavier wheeled up next to Wolverine's chair, and Jean and Scott stretched out on the floor.
As the opening scene played, there were a mixture of groans and giggles from around the room. Wolverine tried to vacate his seat, but Jubilee was restraining him with a strength he didn't know she had. He consigned himself to his torture and stopped resisting. Scott was quiet, listening to the sound of Jean giggling. Beast seemed rather disturbed, but made no move. Rogue stole a quick glance at Gambit. He didn't seem either disgusted or pleased. She turned her head a little more to study him better. He turned to her and winked, and she looked away quickly.
To his horror, Wolverine soon realized that Jubilee had every intention of singing every song. He clamped his hand over her mouth, but she hummed. Groaning loudly, he removed his hand and she continued singing.
"There was a boy," she started, "A very strange, enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far." she was smiling the whole time, and Rogue giggled a little as she saw the added torture he had to endure.
As the main character came onto the screen, Jubilee jumped. "Oh my god! Ewan McGregor is so hot! But I liked him better in Star Wars."
"Shhh!" Gambit held a finger to his lips, "Gambit tryin to watch, petite." The guys stopped complaining as the Can-Can scene came on, and Rogue sat up in her seat. As the movie progressed, they were introduced to the "Bohemians." Wolverine tried to hide a chuckle at the narcoleptic Argentinean, but failed, and Jubilee flashed him a grin that said "just wait."
Wolverine nodded off a little, but was awoken with Jubilee's voice.
"The French are glad to die for love." He rubbed his eyes and grumbled a little. She wasn't a bad singer, but why did it have to be this movie? Oh, they were going to pay come his week. He couldn't really remember what week was his, but he knew he was after Beast. He was brought out of his thoughts as the music kicked up.
"A kiss on the hand may be quite continental, but diamonds are a girl's best friend." Now, Nicole Kidman was *not* an ugly woman, but he really didn't like her. This, however, was shaping up to be her best performance he'd ever seen.
"Diamonds are a girl's best..." Satine never finished her song as she plummeted to the floor, but Jubilee finished it for her. Rogue looked over at Gambit, who had sat up and started munching on popcorn. She turned her head just as he looked over and he smiled to himself.
A little while later, Jubilee jumped up and down. "This is one of my favorite parts!"
"Hey, Rogue, did you pick this movie or did Jubes?"
"Quiet, Wolvie! It's the Elephant Love Medley!" Wolverine watched as they melded about ten different love songs into one. He also realized in horror that Rogue and Jubilee were each singing a part and harmonizing together with the actors. Gambit leaned in discreetly to hear Rogue's soft voice, and Professor Xavier smiled. He loved seeing his children happy, and he knew those two were destined to be together, despite Rogue's condition. He looked down at Jean and Scott, who were less interested in the medley and were gazing fondly into each other's eyes. He laughed and shook his head. Some things never changed.
As the two lovers constantly tricked the Duke and got together, Wolverine growled at the man's stupidity. The man was denser than Sabretooth, something Wolverine thought impossible. Once again, Jubilee and Rogue were given the chance to sing their duet as Satine and Christian sang, "Come What May." By this point, Wolverine was itching to pick his movie and force them to watch it. It was going to be long, bloody, and very little plot line; just a lot of killing and gore.
Beast had laid his head in his hands as soon as he'd finished his popcorn, and Storm chuckled and shook him awake.
"You do not wish for others to sleep during your movie. At least fake interest."
He smiled at her, "You're right, Ororo. It's just this movie. I was never really big on musicals. I was more of the Shakespearian type play myself."
Everyone became quiet as the Argentinean sang, in a raspy voice, a very Latino version of "Roxanne." They all generally liked the song, but Jubilee and Rogue were crying, knowing what was to come next.
Gambit just about choked when Christian threw down the money and declared his lust had been cured. Wolverine had to stifle a laugh, and Beast was trying a little too hard to look interested and succeeded in appearing constipated.
"Dat's not how it's supposed to be!"
"Hush, Remy," came Rogue's southern voice, "It's part of the story." Gambit huffed, but was quiet. As the love song echoed through the den, Rogue looked at Gambit. "There ya are, honey." It was choked, as if she was hiding tears, but she couldn't spoil the ending. Jubilee, too, was bawling, and Wolverine was doing his best to calm her down, though he had no idea what was causing the tears. He soon found out as Satine collapsed with her last breath in Christian's arms.
Even Jean, who hadn't really been paying that much attention to the movie, was crying. Storm brushed a tear away, but nothing more. Rogue and Jubilee were drenched, as was Wolverine's shirt, and Gambit stood.
"Dat's not an ending! Dat's not fair!"
"It's a tragedy, Cajun. It's supposed to happen like that," came Wolverine's gruff voice. "Think Romeo and Juliet." As the movie ended, Gambit was still raving.
"In the Bayou, our stories 'ave happy endings." He then proceeded to ramble on in French, and Professor Xavier was grateful; he was certain it was not a pleasant rambling.
"Well, he picks next week, so he may have his fairytale ending." Rogue nodded at the Professor and wiped her face clean with her gloved hand and replaced the DVD back in it's case.
Jubilee was still crying a little as Wolverine walked her to her room, but she faked it as being for the movie. She had taken the chance to use the sad ending as a cover for her deeper feelings. It had been two weeks and Wolverine hadn't said a word about what she'd said to him. She was beginning to think he didn't care for her as deeply as she'd thought, but then again, maybe he hadn't heard. I mean, he always says "Night, Darlin'" right?
"You alright, Jubes?"
"Yeah," she choked, "I just hate that ending."
"You and Gambit. I don't think we'll hear the end of that one until next Friday." She laughed in spite of herself and leaned into him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and continued to lead her down the hall.
"Hey, maybe Xavier'll let you pick the movie after Gambit."
"I've already gone. Or don't you remember the gore-fest?" This was delving into uncomfortable territory.
"No, that night stands out in my mind very vividly. But it is your birthday in two weeks, not Storm's. I'm sure she wouldn't mind letting you pick the movie that week."
"No, it's alright," her voice fell noticeably. So he had heard. Of course he heard Jubes, he does have heightened senses. And he was ignoring it. "Good night." She closed her door behind her without waiting for his reply and climbed into bed.
She sobbed so loudly into her pillow that she didn't hear her door open and shut. The only thing she registered was the rough hand on her cheek.
"Come here," Wolverine lifted the small girl into his lap and rocked her back and forth until the sobbing subsided. "Tell me what's wrong, pun'kin."
"I thought you'd forgotten about my birthday," she lied, "I'm not crying because I'm sad; I'm just happy that someone didn't forget about me completely."
"I could never forget about you. Now, get to sleep, and tomorrow, I'll take you to the mall." Her eyes lit up, but she was confused. What was getting into him now? He would rather battle Sabretooth than go to the mall with her. Well, come to think of it, he'd rather get into fight than do most things.
"But Wolvie -"
"I need to know what ya want for yer birthday now don't I? And I need to know what ta tell the others when they ask." At her questioning eyes, he answered, "They all ask me what ya want for yer birthday. Somethin' about me knowin' ya best. Now, get to sleep." She laid down and he tucked her in, kissing her on the cheek. "Night, Jubes."
"Night, Wolvie." She resisted the urge to test her theory, and succumbed to Morpheus' pull.