Chapter 8 of 12
"The Touch"
By: RogueBHS
Jean glanced to her right when she heard commotion coming down the halls of the lower levels of the mansion. Ray and Bobby were chasing after Jamie, and the young boy must have gotten hit or fallen at some point, as there were more than one of him running away. She watched the chase, smiling. Things were gradually getting back to normal with the team, and as far as Jean was concerned, not a moment too soon. The only abnormal occurances were ones the team could, for the most part, cope with.
Rogue's more approachable personality being one of the ones they could cope with. Of course, some contributed that to Remy's presence and his constant doting on her. Jean was simply glad that she and Rogue were finally getting along. Hearing a cry of shock, she came back to reality just in time to see one of the Jamies crash head-on into Rogue. Rogue, with her strength, wasn't even fazed, but Jamie fell to the ground, creating half a dozen more of himself. Rogue smiled sympathetically and held out a gloved hand to the main Jamie.
Jamie took the hand and got up, smiling widely at Rogue. For some reason, Rogue was his favorite of the older X-men. Of course, if anyone knew why, they'd probably just stare at Rogue. He glanced behind him, saw Ray and Bobby gaining fast, and hid behind Rogue's back immeadiatly. Rogue put her hands on her hips and frowned at the other two boys. The frown had the disired effect, and both boys skidded to a halt a few feet away.
Bobby glanced at Jamie who was smiling in triumph, then back to the seemingly angry Rogue. "Uh...hi Rogue."
Rogue's face went passive and she tilted her head to the side. "Why were ya chasin' aftah Jamie, Bobby? Ray?"
Bobby and Ray glanced at each other. "Uh...you see..." Bobby attempted to speak, but not knowing Rogue's mood put a real dent in his confidence he could sway her.
Rogue glanced over her shoulder at Jamie. "How about ya tell meh why they were chasin' ya then, Jamie. Seems those two lost their tounges or somethin'."
Jamie laughed, then shrugged. "I just took a cookie from the jar...then those two started chasing me."
Rogue looked back to Bobby and Ray, an eyebrow raised. "All that runnin' ovah a cookie?" Her tone was incredilous.
Ray didn't meet Rogue's eyes when he spoke. "It was the last cookie. That's why we chased him. He didn't even ask anybody if they wanted part of it."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah'm sorry Ah asked." She then glared at Bobby and Ray. "Quit actin' lahke your youngah than Jamie alright? Sheesh." The matter resolved as far as she was concerned, she continued down the hall, shaking her head.
Jean laughed softly, then spoke to Rogue as she passed. "I don't know which was funnier, Rogue. Bobby and Ray skidding to a halt when you frowned, or them chasing Jamie over a cookie."
Rogue glanced at the redhead, and a smile slowly appeared. "Yeah. Although its nahce t' know Ah c'n still scare those two senseless if need be. They were startin' t' get too used t' meh smilin' already Ah think."
Jean nodded. "You definitely haven't lost your touch."
Rogue mock-bowed to Jean. "Thank you." She stood up straight, flashed another smile, then waved bye as she headed down the hall.
Jean shook her head. It seemed there were some things they'd just have to learn hadn't changed completely. For Rogue truely hadn't lost her Goth touch.
Clouds rolled in over Bayville during the dinner hour, and lightening danced as the storm got more violent. Ororo had closed herself off in her room, not wanting to affect the mood of anyone else, knowing she could end up cranky if the storm continued to grow. That left three other teachers to take care of the younger, more hyper students. And one of those teachers did not have a high tolerance for hyper.
It was for this reason that four of the eldest teens were called in to baby-sit. Jean got Amara, Jubilee and Kitty to watch after. Scott took care of Evan, Kurt, and Bobby. Remy got stuck with Ray and Roberto, while Rogue got Rahne and Jamie. The four older teens took off with the younger to various parts of the mansion for activities. Jean took them to her room to do make-overs and talk girl-talk; Scott took the boys to the Danger-room and set up an indoor basket-ball court for a game of two-on-two. Remy and Rogue had both decided on the Den for a movie...lets check out the result shall we?
"Alright Cajun, Ah promised Rahne n' Jamie a movie...an' Ah ain't about t' sit heah an' watch Gawd knows what with you an' those guys."
"You t'ink I gonna subject dese guys t' whatever wimpy movie you pick chere? Remy don' t'ink so."
Rogue's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Ah aughta jus' throw ya outta heah...but Ah won't."
Remy grinned. "Oui. You won'. Because you t'ink I be cute, right Roguey?"
Rogue punched Remy in the arm, causing him to stumble. "Don' flattah yo'self Cajun."
He rubbed his arm where she had hit him. "Chere..." he whined. "Dat HURT."
Rogue laughed, she couldn't help it. "Well it certainly wasn't supposed t' tickle sugah."
Remy smiled. "Dat's true. We gonna agree on somet'ing or we gonna have t' flip for it?"
Rogue rolled her eyes. "With th' way you cheat? We'll jus' agree on something."
He shrugged. "Whatever de lady wants."
Rogue grinned. "If ya gave meh what Ah wanted, ya'd be outta heah already."
Remy grinned as well. "Well...I give ya anyt'ing but dat."
Rogue snapped her fingers. "Darn." She tilted her head. "So any ideas on what t' watch then Cajun?"
He nodded and pulled a movie out of the shelves where they were stored, and held it up.
Rogue's eyes went a bit wide, then she doubled over, laughing. The silly Cajun had planned to watch 'Shrek' the entire time.
Jamie, Rahne, Ray and Roberto watched her, more than a bit amused themselves. Remy's eyes were riveted on her to the point he didn't notice Logan at the door until he growled lowly. Remy jumped, earning a chuckle from the Wolverine.
"What's all th' noise down here, huh? I could hear ya in th' kitchen."
Rogue stopped laughing and looked at Logan with an eyebrow raised. "Wolvie, ya got enhanced hearin...ya'd probably be able t' hear us all th' way outside."
Logan chuckled. "Probably right about that one darlin." His face went serious. "But everything's ok in here?"
Remy nodded. "Oui Miseu' Logan."
Logan nodded as well, then turned and headed back to the kitchen.
Rogue looked at Remy. "Ya had planned t' watch that all along hadn't ya, Cajun?"
Remy grinned, nodded. "Of course ma chere. Like all dis Cajun watches is action movies. Pah." He dismissed the idea with a slice of his hand. "Remy like 'is fair share o' comedy too, ya know."
Rogue plopped down in a chair and motioned for him to pop the movie in, her only real response, a slow smile.