Next chapter, another short one. Don't grovel at me, please! I'm not writing this story,
it kind of does that itself..with the help from the voices in my head..and my muses...
Hey, rating went back to PG13-you're welcome, kiddies!
Crossing the lines
It had been too calm after they had moved Bobby's limp body to who-knows-where.
Given, Jubilee had returned and rummaged around in his room, until she had found
his platinum card, but that didn't bother him much.
If need be, he could still ask Chuck or Warren for money.
What bothered him though, were the contented, mischievous looks the women exchanged.
All his instincts were telling him to run and not come back until Thanksgiving,
and his mind told him to buy tons of chocolate and flowers, grovel at their feet and be
their willing slave, until they forgave him.
Unluckily, his stubbornness and pride forbade him to beg, and so he staid put, watching and waiting for what was to come.
"Ahh, mes chères, ou allez-vous, hein?"* Remy asked, as he sauntered closer,
laying an arm around each of the giggling women.
Jubilee's eyes sparkled, when she held up Logan's credit card, and chirped:
"We're heading for Fifth Avenue, Gumbo, and when we're done,
there won't be enough money left on this card to buy a bubble gum!"
Giving a flirtatious grin, Remy purred:
"Et maintenant, t'ese two ladies need a lift, n'est-ce-pas?"
Strom shook her head and gave a twisted smile.
"Not really, dear brother, I think we are quiet capable of…lifting our own weight, as it were."
With that, each woman pulled out a set of rather familiar keys,
and let them dangle in front of Gambit's face.
Recognizing the items, he jerked his arms off of their shoulders and cried:
"Merde! Me not'ing t' do wit' t'at! Remy est trop jeune pour mourir!"*and all but ran for safety.
Looking at his vanishing ponytail, Storm cocked a brow, as Jubilee crossed her arms and sneered:
"Chicken?"
"Indubitably."
"Figures."
Curiosity had won the better of him, so he had snuck closer, to investigate.
He had hear Gambit yelling something about dieing, but the girl's answer was too muffled,
to make much sense.
Now he was on the driveway, heading for the main door,
when suddenly a familiar roar caught his attention.
It was not possible, was it? Would they really dare-?
Obviously yes.
Because the white mane behind the wheel of his jeep belonged to none other than Storm,
who flashed him a grin under her sunshades and had the audacity to honk at him, because
he did not get off the road fast enough for her taste.
Staring at the flashing rear lights, he muttered:
"But-but-I only waxed it last week…"
His instincts were the only thing that saved him from being run over, as his
Harley shot towards him like a bat out of hell.
Despite the heavy leather clothing and the helmet, there was no doubt about the reckless
driver's identity, even without the fireworks display:
Jubilation, in full 'Evil Knievel' mode, pulled the front wheel off the ground, spun on the rear,
then shot down the lane after Ororo in hot pursuit.
Logan stood in the middle of the road, silent, as the shock took hold, and then-
In the Rec Room, Hank flinched at the outraged roar and dropped his black rook
on the chess board.
Gulping, he stared at his opponent and rasped:
"Please do tell me, that that was the infuriated bellow of a ravenous Saurischian, therropodic
coeliosaur, otherwise known as Megaraptor."
Bobby, who was sweating bullets, nodded feebly.
"'Kay, it was a hungry dino. Happy now?"
Before the blue-furred doctor could reply, Remy stormed inside, a definite look of panic on his face.
He dogded Beast's grasp, but slid and fell on the layer of ice Bobby planted beneath his feet.
Helping him up, Hank inquired:
"Now, if you might be kind enough as to enlighten us-"
"Stormy an' Jubes stole Logan's car and bike fer a-"
It took Remy 0.13 seconds to register, he was talking to thin air.
And precisely 2.8 for him to leave the mansion's grounds.
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Hang in there, romance will come..uhmm. I hope so.
Little translator's note:
*"Ahh, my dears, where are you off to?"
*"Remy's too young to die!"
Hope you liked it, and please R&R
it kind of does that itself..with the help from the voices in my head..and my muses...
Hey, rating went back to PG13-you're welcome, kiddies!
Crossing the lines
It had been too calm after they had moved Bobby's limp body to who-knows-where.
Given, Jubilee had returned and rummaged around in his room, until she had found
his platinum card, but that didn't bother him much.
If need be, he could still ask Chuck or Warren for money.
What bothered him though, were the contented, mischievous looks the women exchanged.
All his instincts were telling him to run and not come back until Thanksgiving,
and his mind told him to buy tons of chocolate and flowers, grovel at their feet and be
their willing slave, until they forgave him.
Unluckily, his stubbornness and pride forbade him to beg, and so he staid put, watching and waiting for what was to come.
"Ahh, mes chères, ou allez-vous, hein?"* Remy asked, as he sauntered closer,
laying an arm around each of the giggling women.
Jubilee's eyes sparkled, when she held up Logan's credit card, and chirped:
"We're heading for Fifth Avenue, Gumbo, and when we're done,
there won't be enough money left on this card to buy a bubble gum!"
Giving a flirtatious grin, Remy purred:
"Et maintenant, t'ese two ladies need a lift, n'est-ce-pas?"
Strom shook her head and gave a twisted smile.
"Not really, dear brother, I think we are quiet capable of…lifting our own weight, as it were."
With that, each woman pulled out a set of rather familiar keys,
and let them dangle in front of Gambit's face.
Recognizing the items, he jerked his arms off of their shoulders and cried:
"Merde! Me not'ing t' do wit' t'at! Remy est trop jeune pour mourir!"*and all but ran for safety.
Looking at his vanishing ponytail, Storm cocked a brow, as Jubilee crossed her arms and sneered:
"Chicken?"
"Indubitably."
"Figures."
Curiosity had won the better of him, so he had snuck closer, to investigate.
He had hear Gambit yelling something about dieing, but the girl's answer was too muffled,
to make much sense.
Now he was on the driveway, heading for the main door,
when suddenly a familiar roar caught his attention.
It was not possible, was it? Would they really dare-?
Obviously yes.
Because the white mane behind the wheel of his jeep belonged to none other than Storm,
who flashed him a grin under her sunshades and had the audacity to honk at him, because
he did not get off the road fast enough for her taste.
Staring at the flashing rear lights, he muttered:
"But-but-I only waxed it last week…"
His instincts were the only thing that saved him from being run over, as his
Harley shot towards him like a bat out of hell.
Despite the heavy leather clothing and the helmet, there was no doubt about the reckless
driver's identity, even without the fireworks display:
Jubilation, in full 'Evil Knievel' mode, pulled the front wheel off the ground, spun on the rear,
then shot down the lane after Ororo in hot pursuit.
Logan stood in the middle of the road, silent, as the shock took hold, and then-
In the Rec Room, Hank flinched at the outraged roar and dropped his black rook
on the chess board.
Gulping, he stared at his opponent and rasped:
"Please do tell me, that that was the infuriated bellow of a ravenous Saurischian, therropodic
coeliosaur, otherwise known as Megaraptor."
Bobby, who was sweating bullets, nodded feebly.
"'Kay, it was a hungry dino. Happy now?"
Before the blue-furred doctor could reply, Remy stormed inside, a definite look of panic on his face.
He dogded Beast's grasp, but slid and fell on the layer of ice Bobby planted beneath his feet.
Helping him up, Hank inquired:
"Now, if you might be kind enough as to enlighten us-"
"Stormy an' Jubes stole Logan's car and bike fer a-"
It took Remy 0.13 seconds to register, he was talking to thin air.
And precisely 2.8 for him to leave the mansion's grounds.
************************************************************
Hang in there, romance will come..uhmm. I hope so.
Little translator's note:
*"Ahh, my dears, where are you off to?"
*"Remy's too young to die!"
Hope you liked it, and please R&R