Hey All!
One note before I start the usual merriment of my fic: I don't know who my inspiration for this was! I read a fic that stuck in my mind like peanut butter on a hot day. I need someone to write to me who wrote this first, so I can build a temple dedicated them. I also need to check with them if this is okay. If you're reading this, you can review and tell me to scrap it and start over and I will. (have mercy on my thievin' soul.)
Speakin' of which, the x-men ain't mine either. Don't sue!
(Later AN: I _still_ don't know who the origianl author was. Hope this doesn't suck as much now. I really hate Scott's POV. I can't wait to go back to third person writing again.)
Enjoy.
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Scott: "Thank you Kurt. Rogue if you would sit down please. Thank you. It was Sunday, and Dr. McCoy decided we needed a break, so on that particular day, we were exempt from all our Danger Room sessions, but had a mandatory, powers allowed football game. Girls vs. Boys.
The girls in the front row started snickering. This was probably the only example of Rogue's 'kindness' that everyone had witnessed. But not everyone got it. I fact everyone looked at me like I had brought up something irrelevant, and in some people's cases, utterly humiliating.
"We were confident we would win. What did the girls know about football? Jean was seen as the only threat. She had after all seen more football games than the rest of the girls put together. Even so, when two p.m. rolled around we weren't as seriouse as we should have been. Thsi was our first mistake I believe.
"We were standing around on the field while Sam was putting the final touches on the lines on the football field. This was a whole mansion game, as I'm sure you all remember. Anyway, the guys were standing around in shorts, and mostly tank tops, although a few of us had either worn t-shirts or no shirt at all. Then the girls came over. Short shorts were common. A few had worn only their sports bras, and the rest wore tank tops.
The guys looked back onthat day in their memory and smile. For those few moments life couldn't get any better. Hey, I'm human too you know.
"We didn't think anything of it until Rogue, who had been way behind the others came into view. To put it mildly, the guys, myself included were in shock. Well, shock wasn't the first reaction for some of us, but afterward it was shock and dread.
I think I accidentaly looked at Remy when I said the last sentence, because before I could start again I saw Rogue glaring at him. So much for not narcing on him too bad.
"You want to know the sad thing? We thought we could still win. After all, Rogue would have to have the ball to be a threat. Beside, she still knew nothing about footbal, right?
The boys' glazed expressions faded. Ah, the game. I couldn't let it die could I? Well guys, I'll let it die when Jean does.
"The game started after a quick warmup. The girls had the ball. Jean was the Qarterback. I guess Duncan rubbed off on her a little, because she passed the ball perfectly to Kitty, who phased through Ray and passed it to Amara; or at least tried. Remy snagged the ball and started running toward the endzone, only to be tripped by Rogue.
"This isn't too odd, it's something she's good at; but she could have tackled him and knocked him out. Later she gets the ball and runs into the girl's endzone for a touchdown, after benching Kurt for the next twenty minutes when he tries to stop her."
Kurt frowned as her remembered that particular moment. Sorry man, but I thas to be done.
Rogue started to protest by saying she didn't see the big deal, but that's all she got out. I beat her to it.
"You don't se the big deal? You could have tackled Remy like you did Bobby. He was out for the rest of the quarter, remember? Remember when you brought him here? You were calloused, cool, and unimpressed. You've by now talked to him, laughed with him, and avoided doing intentional harm to him.
"Anyway, that's my story, and I'll now call Kitty up."
[God I hope she doesn't talk like a valley girl throughout the whole thing.]
I sat down next to Jean, who was trying not to laugh.
"What?"
Jean triesd to stop laughing long enough to answer but had to resort to telepathy.
"So what if you guys creamed us during that game?"
***
Like I said in the top thingy, I stole every damn thing. Anyone who knows who wrote teh original football fic needs to review, or e-mail me to tell me. I'm so sorry for mnot asking first, but I don't know who the genius behind this wonderful fic originally was. (kisses ground that author has trod on.) Review even if you don't know!
Peace and love,
Panther Nesmith
One note before I start the usual merriment of my fic: I don't know who my inspiration for this was! I read a fic that stuck in my mind like peanut butter on a hot day. I need someone to write to me who wrote this first, so I can build a temple dedicated them. I also need to check with them if this is okay. If you're reading this, you can review and tell me to scrap it and start over and I will. (have mercy on my thievin' soul.)
Speakin' of which, the x-men ain't mine either. Don't sue!
(Later AN: I _still_ don't know who the origianl author was. Hope this doesn't suck as much now. I really hate Scott's POV. I can't wait to go back to third person writing again.)
Enjoy.
***
Scott: "Thank you Kurt. Rogue if you would sit down please. Thank you. It was Sunday, and Dr. McCoy decided we needed a break, so on that particular day, we were exempt from all our Danger Room sessions, but had a mandatory, powers allowed football game. Girls vs. Boys.
The girls in the front row started snickering. This was probably the only example of Rogue's 'kindness' that everyone had witnessed. But not everyone got it. I fact everyone looked at me like I had brought up something irrelevant, and in some people's cases, utterly humiliating.
"We were confident we would win. What did the girls know about football? Jean was seen as the only threat. She had after all seen more football games than the rest of the girls put together. Even so, when two p.m. rolled around we weren't as seriouse as we should have been. Thsi was our first mistake I believe.
"We were standing around on the field while Sam was putting the final touches on the lines on the football field. This was a whole mansion game, as I'm sure you all remember. Anyway, the guys were standing around in shorts, and mostly tank tops, although a few of us had either worn t-shirts or no shirt at all. Then the girls came over. Short shorts were common. A few had worn only their sports bras, and the rest wore tank tops.
The guys looked back onthat day in their memory and smile. For those few moments life couldn't get any better. Hey, I'm human too you know.
"We didn't think anything of it until Rogue, who had been way behind the others came into view. To put it mildly, the guys, myself included were in shock. Well, shock wasn't the first reaction for some of us, but afterward it was shock and dread.
I think I accidentaly looked at Remy when I said the last sentence, because before I could start again I saw Rogue glaring at him. So much for not narcing on him too bad.
"You want to know the sad thing? We thought we could still win. After all, Rogue would have to have the ball to be a threat. Beside, she still knew nothing about footbal, right?
The boys' glazed expressions faded. Ah, the game. I couldn't let it die could I? Well guys, I'll let it die when Jean does.
"The game started after a quick warmup. The girls had the ball. Jean was the Qarterback. I guess Duncan rubbed off on her a little, because she passed the ball perfectly to Kitty, who phased through Ray and passed it to Amara; or at least tried. Remy snagged the ball and started running toward the endzone, only to be tripped by Rogue.
"This isn't too odd, it's something she's good at; but she could have tackled him and knocked him out. Later she gets the ball and runs into the girl's endzone for a touchdown, after benching Kurt for the next twenty minutes when he tries to stop her."
Kurt frowned as her remembered that particular moment. Sorry man, but I thas to be done.
Rogue started to protest by saying she didn't see the big deal, but that's all she got out. I beat her to it.
"You don't se the big deal? You could have tackled Remy like you did Bobby. He was out for the rest of the quarter, remember? Remember when you brought him here? You were calloused, cool, and unimpressed. You've by now talked to him, laughed with him, and avoided doing intentional harm to him.
"Anyway, that's my story, and I'll now call Kitty up."
[God I hope she doesn't talk like a valley girl throughout the whole thing.]
I sat down next to Jean, who was trying not to laugh.
"What?"
Jean triesd to stop laughing long enough to answer but had to resort to telepathy.
"So what if you guys creamed us during that game?"
***
Like I said in the top thingy, I stole every damn thing. Anyone who knows who wrote teh original football fic needs to review, or e-mail me to tell me. I'm so sorry for mnot asking first, but I don't know who the genius behind this wonderful fic originally was. (kisses ground that author has trod on.) Review even if you don't know!
Peace and love,
Panther Nesmith