Disclaimer:They're not mine! I wish Remy and
Pietro were mine.....
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Author's Note: I"M BACK! Lord, but it feels good. Anyway, in case you've forgotton, I'm open to review/suggestion.
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The Next Day Mariann yawned and stretched. The boys in the room jumped. "What? I don't bite. As long as dere's coffee in de kitchen, dat is."
"We were tryin' not ta wake ya." Fred said. Mariann smiled.
"Well, I thank you for dat. I don't wake well. I'll just grab a cup an' go. I don' wanna impose."
"You're not imposing." Pietro appeared by her side. "You can stay as long as you want."
Mariann P.O.V.
I grinned. "Thanks anyway. I got somewhere ta be."
"Where?" I scrutinized him. I could trust him.
"Up in Manhattan."
"I thought you were a Southern girl. Who do you know in Manhattan?" I sighed.
"Inquizitive little shit, ain't ya? Dere's a few abandoned subway tunnels. The terminals are used fer illegal fighting rings. If my past aquaintances haven't got my memory knocked outta them yet, my niche is empty." I leaned over and kissed Pietro on the cheek. "So thanks but no thanks." A loud banging sound came from the front of the house.
"MARIANN!" roared a voice.
"Oh. Shit." I ran to the door. Like I expected, Daddy was standing there, fuming. I opened the door. He pushed his way in.
"Which one of 'em brought you here? I'll tear out his throat!" Kurt was with him, looking sheepish and frightened.
"Sorry," he whispered. "Ze last time I saw him like zis, his beer vas missing!"
"Ouch," I said. Daddy was advancing on Fred. I knew how he had kidnapped Jean, so he was the first one Daddy's mind had jumped to. "Daddy! NO!" I ran forward. "No one brought me here! I came on my own!" He stared as if I had grown another head.
"You WHAT?" he roared. "After what the Professor said? After what I said?"
"Daddy, right now I have more respect for my foster fathers than I do the Professor, and you," I poked a finger in his chest. "were wrong." His eyes nearly bulged. Setting my jaw, I continued. "Not a single Goddamn thing was done to me last night, except I was given a couch to sleep on and shelter for the night. And," I knew I was pushing it. Hey, I can't fight who I am! "they happen to be pretty good old boys." He shook his head.
"Girl, you're coming back with me!" He reached for my wrist, and I pulled away.
"No one tells me what to do!" I screamed. "No one tells me where to go or what to do! And no one touches me!" Everyone's eyes were wide now. I had been joined at the hip with Daddy since I found out he was my Daddy. But no one touched me if I didn't want to be touched! I pushed past him and kissed Pietro soundly. My hair was tinged red, and he grabbed a strand.
"Hey, instant highlights!" He grinned. I hugged each of the boys and headed out to my bike without a look back.
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Ah, the shortness! Oh, well. That screaming thing wore me out. (I acted it out....) Review, please. Rabid Remy Fangirls, don't worry, the Ragin' Cajun will reappear in the next chapter! (Oh my God that was so lame.)
Author's Note: I"M BACK! Lord, but it feels good. Anyway, in case you've forgotton, I'm open to review/suggestion.
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The Next Day Mariann yawned and stretched. The boys in the room jumped. "What? I don't bite. As long as dere's coffee in de kitchen, dat is."
"We were tryin' not ta wake ya." Fred said. Mariann smiled.
"Well, I thank you for dat. I don't wake well. I'll just grab a cup an' go. I don' wanna impose."
"You're not imposing." Pietro appeared by her side. "You can stay as long as you want."
Mariann P.O.V.
I grinned. "Thanks anyway. I got somewhere ta be."
"Where?" I scrutinized him. I could trust him.
"Up in Manhattan."
"I thought you were a Southern girl. Who do you know in Manhattan?" I sighed.
"Inquizitive little shit, ain't ya? Dere's a few abandoned subway tunnels. The terminals are used fer illegal fighting rings. If my past aquaintances haven't got my memory knocked outta them yet, my niche is empty." I leaned over and kissed Pietro on the cheek. "So thanks but no thanks." A loud banging sound came from the front of the house.
"MARIANN!" roared a voice.
"Oh. Shit." I ran to the door. Like I expected, Daddy was standing there, fuming. I opened the door. He pushed his way in.
"Which one of 'em brought you here? I'll tear out his throat!" Kurt was with him, looking sheepish and frightened.
"Sorry," he whispered. "Ze last time I saw him like zis, his beer vas missing!"
"Ouch," I said. Daddy was advancing on Fred. I knew how he had kidnapped Jean, so he was the first one Daddy's mind had jumped to. "Daddy! NO!" I ran forward. "No one brought me here! I came on my own!" He stared as if I had grown another head.
"You WHAT?" he roared. "After what the Professor said? After what I said?"
"Daddy, right now I have more respect for my foster fathers than I do the Professor, and you," I poked a finger in his chest. "were wrong." His eyes nearly bulged. Setting my jaw, I continued. "Not a single Goddamn thing was done to me last night, except I was given a couch to sleep on and shelter for the night. And," I knew I was pushing it. Hey, I can't fight who I am! "they happen to be pretty good old boys." He shook his head.
"Girl, you're coming back with me!" He reached for my wrist, and I pulled away.
"No one tells me what to do!" I screamed. "No one tells me where to go or what to do! And no one touches me!" Everyone's eyes were wide now. I had been joined at the hip with Daddy since I found out he was my Daddy. But no one touched me if I didn't want to be touched! I pushed past him and kissed Pietro soundly. My hair was tinged red, and he grabbed a strand.
"Hey, instant highlights!" He grinned. I hugged each of the boys and headed out to my bike without a look back.
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Ah, the shortness! Oh, well. That screaming thing wore me out. (I acted it out....) Review, please. Rabid Remy Fangirls, don't worry, the Ragin' Cajun will reappear in the next chapter! (Oh my God that was so lame.)