Hey All!
Reviews!
ishandahalf- Okay, you reviewed, like, twenty seconds after I posted the last chapter. That made me smile. Thanks. I know you want more, and there will be. Lord have mercy on my soul, there will be. Glad you liked the eight chapter. I'm glad you approve of how I describe her homocidal tendencies (because there are a lot of them, as you said), and I'm sorry it was so short, but ending it there was vitally important. You'll see why in a sec. Robin catchphrases are fun.
vagrant-I know, the whole review thingy's screwed up. I guess I'll grant your request for speedy updates (as soon as my internet lets me on anything but the ff.net homepage.) Glad yo were so adamant about reviewing me. I apologize to anyone who tried to review the last chapter and couldn't. It's probably something I did. Anywho, back form my tangent, glad you appreciate the irony. I thought it would do me good to put a little in. It's scattered through the fic, but mostly derisive comments on how the comic verse is messed up. (an example is the reason Remy states for staying behind in the war room with Rogue. (Catch it if ya can.)) Glad you liked it. Thanks again for being agresive in your desire to review.
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Rogue- The nerve of him! Practically askin' if Ah hate him an' then askin' me out when Ah said no! God, I didn't hit him hard enough! I gotta get back at those lil. . .
Hmm, he must be out cold, he hasn't followed me. Forget it, he deserved what he got the lil jerk. Ah should go an' beat the crap outta all of 'em.
Ah can't do that. They're expectin' it. They should hafta sweat it out a lil. . . oh, Ah know. Wonder if Ah'm smilin' evilly. Why's Sam backin' away from me like that?
"Can Ah help you?"
"N n no, not at all."
Ah watched the poor terrified boy back away slowly, an' knew Ah'd enjoy the prolonged torture. Ah let my mind wander since Ah would have _all_ the time in the world to come up with _really_ excellent revenge. Ah shoulda known that would be a mistake; cause then Ah started t' think about things like 'Ah hope he's okay.' an, 'Ah probably shouldn'ta hit him with a hardcover book.' Ah sighed, and did what Ah knew was inevitable these days, Ah went ta kinda sorta maybe apologize to him.
Ah saw him lyin' on the floor _almost_ in the same positioon as Ah left him. Ah shoulda paid attention to that, but Ah was too busy bein' stupid an' provin' the others right. Twenty minutes later, when Ah looked back on it, Ah felt like a retard.
Anyway, Ah knelt down next ta him an' tried ta drag him to a chair. Tried bein' the key word there. Ah gave up when Ah couldn't even turn him onto his back. Ah cursed the world, myself, him, an' my lack of any sort of super strength as Ah went t' get some watah t' throw on him. Ah figured 'Hey, it works in the movies doesn't it?'
When Ah got back he was still out of it. Ah dumped the watah on his head. He jerked up like he'd been shot. Okay, so it was the watah from the jug in the fridge, but Ah'd figured the colder the bettah. He looked at me evilly for about two seconds before his head remembered it'd been whached with an Anne Rice novel and gave him a killah headache. It was the highlight of my day when Ah looked back on it, but Ah just felt bad at the time. Okay, so secretly some part of me, some very loud art of me was damn glad he had a headache, an' Ah was pissed off 'cause Ah was kind expectin' an all or nuthin' reaction from mahself t' straigten me out.
If Ah was totally happy about his pain Ah should hit him again aftah warnin' him ta give me at least a ten foot radius if he knew what was good fo' him. If Ah was sorry, Ah find some way t' tell him that, swallow mah pride, an' agree ta lunch with him. What an Ah sposed t' do now? Ah setteled for middle ground.
"Why'd you try that? Ya knew Ah was plannin' on mass revenge, so why'd ya even try?"
He rubbed his head ruefully. "Dunno, but you should take dat book with you next time we gotta stop de brotherhood from doin' whatever. Y' could take Blob out an' save us a lotta trouble."
Ah wasn't sure how ta act, so Ah went defensive. "Yeah, and?"
He looked at a loss for words. Ah was momentarily cursing myself for leaving _Queen of the Damned_ on the table behind him.
"I din't mean de lunch thing t' be an advance. I was jes' tryin' t' stop y' from commitin' mass murder an' endin' up in prison. Real hard t' baet de other inmates offa someone who's as pretty as you, I'd bet."
Ah glared. He didn't react. Ah was pretty sure he'd finally drunk himself blind, cause even Ah was a little afraid of how Ah'd react ta that thought. My hands balled up an' stopped listenin' ta my brain. Ah tried ta slug hima agian, but he stopped me an' Ah regained controlla myself. Ah turned around and started down the stairs, mutterin' ta myself, barely noticin' what Ah was sayin' until a nanosecond aftah Ah asked the question that was dominant in mah mind.
"Why can't I decide how Ah feel about ya?"
Ah felt more'n heard himcome up behind me. It took me a second t' figure out that now mah legs had stopped workin'. If Jean'd been around she'da blushed an' told me off for mentally screamin' obscenities, some of which Ah was makin' up on the spot. Hell, Logan woulda blushed if he'da heard me. He woulda also been prouda himself on some weird level.
Anyway, back ta what Ah'm still tryin' t' figure out. He grabs mah shouldah, an' Ah shrug his hand off an' turn around. He had this look in his eyes, half mischief, half undescribable. He leans donw, bein' two steps behin' me an about five inches tallah anyway. Ah looked him straight in the eyes, which was not unusual, and for once Ah didn't look evil. This was unusual. He smiles, an' says ta me. . .
"I dunno, but if you kiss half as hard as y' hit, I'm all for you likein' me."
Ah glared an' smacked his face ta get him outta mah (how did Jean put it? oh yeah), aura space, an' stomped down the steps. Ah thanked God that for once no one had been there ta see me act like a fool. Ah went into the foyah, glarin' at anyone who dared ta cross mah path an' grabbed mah jacket, mind back where it should be, on sweet sweet revenge. Ah smiled, invardly, at the people's nervouse glances when AH asked t' borrow Scott's car an' left, with out sayin' where Ah was goin'.
Okay, they thought Ah was gettin' nuclear warheads, but all Ah really went out for was lunch. And some alone time ta plot, but mainly lunch. God Ah'm evil.
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Okay, time for story number three. About time. This took a lot longer than I thouht it would. But I'm glad it turned out so well. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and jelped my creative process, and I forgive those who read and didn't review. Okay, for the last time for this fic. . .
Review, please!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews!
ishandahalf- Okay, you reviewed, like, twenty seconds after I posted the last chapter. That made me smile. Thanks. I know you want more, and there will be. Lord have mercy on my soul, there will be. Glad you liked the eight chapter. I'm glad you approve of how I describe her homocidal tendencies (because there are a lot of them, as you said), and I'm sorry it was so short, but ending it there was vitally important. You'll see why in a sec. Robin catchphrases are fun.
vagrant-I know, the whole review thingy's screwed up. I guess I'll grant your request for speedy updates (as soon as my internet lets me on anything but the ff.net homepage.) Glad yo were so adamant about reviewing me. I apologize to anyone who tried to review the last chapter and couldn't. It's probably something I did. Anywho, back form my tangent, glad you appreciate the irony. I thought it would do me good to put a little in. It's scattered through the fic, but mostly derisive comments on how the comic verse is messed up. (an example is the reason Remy states for staying behind in the war room with Rogue. (Catch it if ya can.)) Glad you liked it. Thanks again for being agresive in your desire to review.
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Rogue- The nerve of him! Practically askin' if Ah hate him an' then askin' me out when Ah said no! God, I didn't hit him hard enough! I gotta get back at those lil. . .
Hmm, he must be out cold, he hasn't followed me. Forget it, he deserved what he got the lil jerk. Ah should go an' beat the crap outta all of 'em.
Ah can't do that. They're expectin' it. They should hafta sweat it out a lil. . . oh, Ah know. Wonder if Ah'm smilin' evilly. Why's Sam backin' away from me like that?
"Can Ah help you?"
"N n no, not at all."
Ah watched the poor terrified boy back away slowly, an' knew Ah'd enjoy the prolonged torture. Ah let my mind wander since Ah would have _all_ the time in the world to come up with _really_ excellent revenge. Ah shoulda known that would be a mistake; cause then Ah started t' think about things like 'Ah hope he's okay.' an, 'Ah probably shouldn'ta hit him with a hardcover book.' Ah sighed, and did what Ah knew was inevitable these days, Ah went ta kinda sorta maybe apologize to him.
Ah saw him lyin' on the floor _almost_ in the same positioon as Ah left him. Ah shoulda paid attention to that, but Ah was too busy bein' stupid an' provin' the others right. Twenty minutes later, when Ah looked back on it, Ah felt like a retard.
Anyway, Ah knelt down next ta him an' tried ta drag him to a chair. Tried bein' the key word there. Ah gave up when Ah couldn't even turn him onto his back. Ah cursed the world, myself, him, an' my lack of any sort of super strength as Ah went t' get some watah t' throw on him. Ah figured 'Hey, it works in the movies doesn't it?'
When Ah got back he was still out of it. Ah dumped the watah on his head. He jerked up like he'd been shot. Okay, so it was the watah from the jug in the fridge, but Ah'd figured the colder the bettah. He looked at me evilly for about two seconds before his head remembered it'd been whached with an Anne Rice novel and gave him a killah headache. It was the highlight of my day when Ah looked back on it, but Ah just felt bad at the time. Okay, so secretly some part of me, some very loud art of me was damn glad he had a headache, an' Ah was pissed off 'cause Ah was kind expectin' an all or nuthin' reaction from mahself t' straigten me out.
If Ah was totally happy about his pain Ah should hit him again aftah warnin' him ta give me at least a ten foot radius if he knew what was good fo' him. If Ah was sorry, Ah find some way t' tell him that, swallow mah pride, an' agree ta lunch with him. What an Ah sposed t' do now? Ah setteled for middle ground.
"Why'd you try that? Ya knew Ah was plannin' on mass revenge, so why'd ya even try?"
He rubbed his head ruefully. "Dunno, but you should take dat book with you next time we gotta stop de brotherhood from doin' whatever. Y' could take Blob out an' save us a lotta trouble."
Ah wasn't sure how ta act, so Ah went defensive. "Yeah, and?"
He looked at a loss for words. Ah was momentarily cursing myself for leaving _Queen of the Damned_ on the table behind him.
"I din't mean de lunch thing t' be an advance. I was jes' tryin' t' stop y' from commitin' mass murder an' endin' up in prison. Real hard t' baet de other inmates offa someone who's as pretty as you, I'd bet."
Ah glared. He didn't react. Ah was pretty sure he'd finally drunk himself blind, cause even Ah was a little afraid of how Ah'd react ta that thought. My hands balled up an' stopped listenin' ta my brain. Ah tried ta slug hima agian, but he stopped me an' Ah regained controlla myself. Ah turned around and started down the stairs, mutterin' ta myself, barely noticin' what Ah was sayin' until a nanosecond aftah Ah asked the question that was dominant in mah mind.
"Why can't I decide how Ah feel about ya?"
Ah felt more'n heard himcome up behind me. It took me a second t' figure out that now mah legs had stopped workin'. If Jean'd been around she'da blushed an' told me off for mentally screamin' obscenities, some of which Ah was makin' up on the spot. Hell, Logan woulda blushed if he'da heard me. He woulda also been prouda himself on some weird level.
Anyway, back ta what Ah'm still tryin' t' figure out. He grabs mah shouldah, an' Ah shrug his hand off an' turn around. He had this look in his eyes, half mischief, half undescribable. He leans donw, bein' two steps behin' me an about five inches tallah anyway. Ah looked him straight in the eyes, which was not unusual, and for once Ah didn't look evil. This was unusual. He smiles, an' says ta me. . .
"I dunno, but if you kiss half as hard as y' hit, I'm all for you likein' me."
Ah glared an' smacked his face ta get him outta mah (how did Jean put it? oh yeah), aura space, an' stomped down the steps. Ah thanked God that for once no one had been there ta see me act like a fool. Ah went into the foyah, glarin' at anyone who dared ta cross mah path an' grabbed mah jacket, mind back where it should be, on sweet sweet revenge. Ah smiled, invardly, at the people's nervouse glances when AH asked t' borrow Scott's car an' left, with out sayin' where Ah was goin'.
Okay, they thought Ah was gettin' nuclear warheads, but all Ah really went out for was lunch. And some alone time ta plot, but mainly lunch. God Ah'm evil.
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Okay, time for story number three. About time. This took a lot longer than I thouht it would. But I'm glad it turned out so well. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and jelped my creative process, and I forgive those who read and didn't review. Okay, for the last time for this fic. . .
Review, please!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith