Hey All!
Lady MR- Okay. The tangent was okay. It's nothing like the story that is going to result from the setup, but thanks for guessing. Glad it would inspire such rambling.
ishanadhalf- Thanks! I'v always wanted to create something that's awesome possum. I thought I'd get this part out, and I know I shoulda waited until I have more, but I couldn't help myself. A burning lawn, especially one the size of the institute lawn, would prbably bre eh coolest thing to see in the whole world. I'll watch out for any wild fires in Ontario, and when they happen, I can say I know the person who started this, officer. ;) Glad the review oder is figured out.
Vagabond- Yeah, I know. Stupid machines. Don't worry, I've named mine, and now it has a personality. I only named it so I would have something to stick in between the explitives. (trnaslation, my computer bytes arse.) Remy's pay off is explained later (this chapterI think, yeah), and Bobby is just really _really_ lucky.
Ariesesque-Hey, you reviewed! Alright! Yeah, Kitty's the kinda friend that most people dream of. . . before they wake up screaming. Remy's pyrotechnics will be explained, maybe. Good luck with the resolution!
Sujakata-Wow, I'm saving this review in case I ever need to get revenge on anyone. These are good ideas, and maybe someone will be unlucky enough to get the entire treatment. No blood in this chapter, unfortunatly, but definitly more Rogue/Remyness.
All I own is three binders full of comics, two Ani DiFranco CDs and the entire country of Hellifahknow (They asked me what the name of my country is and I said Hell if I know. Smart ass cartographers.). The entire popultaion is two, and they're on welfare, so I guess Marvel or Fox could sue me for them, but they're not very nice people, and make democracy immpossible.
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Bobby, Kitty, and Kurt were now done arguing over who would talk. Kurt, who'd been elected, being her older brother and all, said simply, "You don't have to hide in your room all day. Ve'd be happy to help you vith your homework."
"Yeah, he'll take the english, Kitty will do home ec. I'll do your science, and we'll get Remy in here to do your french."
Speak of the devil, Remy chose that moment to think it was safe to exit the kitchen, where he and Storm had ben 'chatting' about how it couldn't of been him who left the ashes in the bathroom sink, because he _always_ smokes outside. He stopped behind the kitchen door and listened to Rogue and her three pursuers argue. He immediatly backed away from the door, and waited for the inevitable.
It came quickly. Bobby barely knew what had happened, Rogue reacted so fast. She taclkled him, and it took the combined efforts of Kurt and Kitty to pull her off.
Remy waited until all possible colateral damage from things being thrown at Bobby, who seemed to have a permanent foot in mouth problem, was done. He then walked out and stopped Rogue from killing her room mate and brother, who had been holding her, fighting them like a harpy, away from Bobby, if only by a few inches. His method was simple enough. He put his arms around her, from behind, and held her arms down, making sure not to hurt her. She struggled for a few more seconds before she relaxed and held still.
Once Rogue calmed down, she tolerated Remy holding her for about two seconds; which was how long it took her to realize the others were watching. She pushed him away, and had he been anyone but Remy he would have landed flat on his ass. However, he was too smooth to do anything like embarrass himself in front of two girls. He did stagger a bit before getting his legs properly under him though.
Kitty was watching with interrest. At the first sign her roommate was human she was going to take the strings with bells tied to them down, because they were ugly, even if they would warn her if Rogue was about to attack Kitty in her sleep.
Kurt was watching with an odd mixture of interrest and protectiveness. If Rogue seemed to forget herself too much he was going to stop it however possible, because it was scary to think of his little sister, even an adoptive sister, falling into Remy's clutches. That and he had a whole lot of teasing to make up for.
Bobby was taking notes. He needed to remember exactly what he was seeing if he was going to survive living with an irate Rogue. The fact that he had a bruise on his chest from when she'd tackled him didn't bother him at the moment; although it would seem prophetic by the end of the day.
Rogue turned around to look at Remy. He shrugged and smiled. She shook her head and turned to Bobby, Kitty, and Kurt, who were trying to look like they would never ever mention what they'd just seen to anyone ever. Kurt even teleported Kitty and Bobby out of the hallway. They teleported into the kitchen where they could at least hear what was going on.
Rogue shook her head and started for her room again, only to realize teat Remy was in her way. "Ya wanna move? Ah got homework ta do."
He smiled down at her and she had to will herself not to look like she gave a damn. He bent down next to her and said, "Yeah, an' beatin' de crap outta Bobby was part of it. C'mon, y' in too bad a mood to do anyhtin' but glare at y' books, an' dey'll prob'ly spontaniously combust if ya glare at 'em long enough."
"Beatin' Bobby up was extra credit from onea his teachahs, an' Ah don't mind if mah french book catches on fire, especially if I don't see it burnin' until it's too late. How'dja talk with Ms. Munroe go?"
"Fine, Amara bailed me out. How'd you know about that?"
"Ah heard her sayin' she had ta talk to ya remember? Ah was waitin' ta see if you an' me could go get the stuff we'll need for spring break, because Risty wasn't home. The Enforcah was yellin' at ya so Ah just waved at ya and went to watch a movie with Sam, which was mah covah in the first place."
"Yeah, I 'member now. You missed de session dis morning. Everyone was worried until Storm said she found ya on de couch asleep."
"Really? Wow, they must be eitheh really paranoid, or think Ah'm really crazy, when _me_ skippin' on anythin' scares 'em. Not like Ah ment to anyway. Sam was watchin' 'The Matrix', an' Ah fell asleep on the futon. The bed part was folded up, so Ah was sleepin' on a bar. Now mah back hurts, an' Ah know Ah'm gonna get it when Ms. Munroe runs inta me an' Amara's not toastin' the lawn."
"Well, glad to see we both had such a nice night."
"Pfft."
Remy laughed and Rogue smiled, which made him laugh even more. Rogue feigned hurt.
"Ah don't know what's so funny."
"Seein' you smile reminds me of when you were threatinin' Jean by starin' at her smilin'. That was probably de mos' interestin' breakfast I've ever eaten."
Rogue smiled wider, remembering that breakfast well. She looked over at Remy, who was her planned partner in crime, and said, "So, since we didn't go last night, ya wanna go ta Spencer's now?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna get one of dose Osbornes bobble head peices o' crap an' hide it under on of the seats in Scott's car."
"Get Ozzy, an' stick 'im under the drivah's seat, so no one can get it out, an' we get to see Scott try to dig an agein' metal star out from undah his seat at every red light."
"Dat y' revenge on Scott?"
"Psh. He wishes. Ah haven't decided on one big thing ta do ta him, so Ah'm doin' all sortsa little things to make his vacation just a little bit worse."
"Dat's evil. Wanna go get de stuff?"
"With you?"
Remy looked around, as if checking to see if someone else was there. Rogue sighed but couldn't help smiling . . .on the inside.
"Doan see anybody else. 'Sides, y' know you can stand me f'r that long. It'll be fun."
Rogue looked at his facial expression, and alarm klaxons started blaring in her head.
"Ah swear on all things holy and unhoy that if you suggest Ah buy anythin' that ain't appropriate, or Ah'm just in the wrong mood, Ah will kill you, an' throw a party with your head as a decorative center piece. Ah will then draw on it and leave it in the House a Lords, so that british people can wonder where the bloody hell the head came from, understood?"
Remy nodded his head, still smiling. "Glad you'd take the time t' get creative. I've always wanted t' have an overly elabrate death involving markers and british people."
Rogue sighed at her failed atempt to scare him. "You are one sick puppy, Ah hope ya know."
"Pot callin' de kettle black, chere."
She smiled a little too sweetly, it scared him, because it wasn't the usual reaction he got from Rogue. "Yeah, and you jus insulted a crazy person."
"A very pretty crazy woman, who apparently wants to go out wit' me."
Rogue stopped smiling at all. She gave remy a look that siad, 'whatever progress you made was just undone.' "Yeah, Ah just can't resist ya. Pfft. I'll go out with ya when monkeys fly outta mah butt."
"Dey do, I'm takin' pictures. Seriously, I might be jus' de thing f'r you."
"Maybe, but Ah ain't gonna find out, got it?"
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Yeah, I know. Hope ya liked it. I'd like to thank Ani DiFranco for writing the song I'm listening to now. Just fyi.
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Lady MR- Okay. The tangent was okay. It's nothing like the story that is going to result from the setup, but thanks for guessing. Glad it would inspire such rambling.
ishanadhalf- Thanks! I'v always wanted to create something that's awesome possum. I thought I'd get this part out, and I know I shoulda waited until I have more, but I couldn't help myself. A burning lawn, especially one the size of the institute lawn, would prbably bre eh coolest thing to see in the whole world. I'll watch out for any wild fires in Ontario, and when they happen, I can say I know the person who started this, officer. ;) Glad the review oder is figured out.
Vagabond- Yeah, I know. Stupid machines. Don't worry, I've named mine, and now it has a personality. I only named it so I would have something to stick in between the explitives. (trnaslation, my computer bytes arse.) Remy's pay off is explained later (this chapterI think, yeah), and Bobby is just really _really_ lucky.
Ariesesque-Hey, you reviewed! Alright! Yeah, Kitty's the kinda friend that most people dream of. . . before they wake up screaming. Remy's pyrotechnics will be explained, maybe. Good luck with the resolution!
Sujakata-Wow, I'm saving this review in case I ever need to get revenge on anyone. These are good ideas, and maybe someone will be unlucky enough to get the entire treatment. No blood in this chapter, unfortunatly, but definitly more Rogue/Remyness.
All I own is three binders full of comics, two Ani DiFranco CDs and the entire country of Hellifahknow (They asked me what the name of my country is and I said Hell if I know. Smart ass cartographers.). The entire popultaion is two, and they're on welfare, so I guess Marvel or Fox could sue me for them, but they're not very nice people, and make democracy immpossible.
***
Bobby, Kitty, and Kurt were now done arguing over who would talk. Kurt, who'd been elected, being her older brother and all, said simply, "You don't have to hide in your room all day. Ve'd be happy to help you vith your homework."
"Yeah, he'll take the english, Kitty will do home ec. I'll do your science, and we'll get Remy in here to do your french."
Speak of the devil, Remy chose that moment to think it was safe to exit the kitchen, where he and Storm had ben 'chatting' about how it couldn't of been him who left the ashes in the bathroom sink, because he _always_ smokes outside. He stopped behind the kitchen door and listened to Rogue and her three pursuers argue. He immediatly backed away from the door, and waited for the inevitable.
It came quickly. Bobby barely knew what had happened, Rogue reacted so fast. She taclkled him, and it took the combined efforts of Kurt and Kitty to pull her off.
Remy waited until all possible colateral damage from things being thrown at Bobby, who seemed to have a permanent foot in mouth problem, was done. He then walked out and stopped Rogue from killing her room mate and brother, who had been holding her, fighting them like a harpy, away from Bobby, if only by a few inches. His method was simple enough. He put his arms around her, from behind, and held her arms down, making sure not to hurt her. She struggled for a few more seconds before she relaxed and held still.
Once Rogue calmed down, she tolerated Remy holding her for about two seconds; which was how long it took her to realize the others were watching. She pushed him away, and had he been anyone but Remy he would have landed flat on his ass. However, he was too smooth to do anything like embarrass himself in front of two girls. He did stagger a bit before getting his legs properly under him though.
Kitty was watching with interrest. At the first sign her roommate was human she was going to take the strings with bells tied to them down, because they were ugly, even if they would warn her if Rogue was about to attack Kitty in her sleep.
Kurt was watching with an odd mixture of interrest and protectiveness. If Rogue seemed to forget herself too much he was going to stop it however possible, because it was scary to think of his little sister, even an adoptive sister, falling into Remy's clutches. That and he had a whole lot of teasing to make up for.
Bobby was taking notes. He needed to remember exactly what he was seeing if he was going to survive living with an irate Rogue. The fact that he had a bruise on his chest from when she'd tackled him didn't bother him at the moment; although it would seem prophetic by the end of the day.
Rogue turned around to look at Remy. He shrugged and smiled. She shook her head and turned to Bobby, Kitty, and Kurt, who were trying to look like they would never ever mention what they'd just seen to anyone ever. Kurt even teleported Kitty and Bobby out of the hallway. They teleported into the kitchen where they could at least hear what was going on.
Rogue shook her head and started for her room again, only to realize teat Remy was in her way. "Ya wanna move? Ah got homework ta do."
He smiled down at her and she had to will herself not to look like she gave a damn. He bent down next to her and said, "Yeah, an' beatin' de crap outta Bobby was part of it. C'mon, y' in too bad a mood to do anyhtin' but glare at y' books, an' dey'll prob'ly spontaniously combust if ya glare at 'em long enough."
"Beatin' Bobby up was extra credit from onea his teachahs, an' Ah don't mind if mah french book catches on fire, especially if I don't see it burnin' until it's too late. How'dja talk with Ms. Munroe go?"
"Fine, Amara bailed me out. How'd you know about that?"
"Ah heard her sayin' she had ta talk to ya remember? Ah was waitin' ta see if you an' me could go get the stuff we'll need for spring break, because Risty wasn't home. The Enforcah was yellin' at ya so Ah just waved at ya and went to watch a movie with Sam, which was mah covah in the first place."
"Yeah, I 'member now. You missed de session dis morning. Everyone was worried until Storm said she found ya on de couch asleep."
"Really? Wow, they must be eitheh really paranoid, or think Ah'm really crazy, when _me_ skippin' on anythin' scares 'em. Not like Ah ment to anyway. Sam was watchin' 'The Matrix', an' Ah fell asleep on the futon. The bed part was folded up, so Ah was sleepin' on a bar. Now mah back hurts, an' Ah know Ah'm gonna get it when Ms. Munroe runs inta me an' Amara's not toastin' the lawn."
"Well, glad to see we both had such a nice night."
"Pfft."
Remy laughed and Rogue smiled, which made him laugh even more. Rogue feigned hurt.
"Ah don't know what's so funny."
"Seein' you smile reminds me of when you were threatinin' Jean by starin' at her smilin'. That was probably de mos' interestin' breakfast I've ever eaten."
Rogue smiled wider, remembering that breakfast well. She looked over at Remy, who was her planned partner in crime, and said, "So, since we didn't go last night, ya wanna go ta Spencer's now?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna get one of dose Osbornes bobble head peices o' crap an' hide it under on of the seats in Scott's car."
"Get Ozzy, an' stick 'im under the drivah's seat, so no one can get it out, an' we get to see Scott try to dig an agein' metal star out from undah his seat at every red light."
"Dat y' revenge on Scott?"
"Psh. He wishes. Ah haven't decided on one big thing ta do ta him, so Ah'm doin' all sortsa little things to make his vacation just a little bit worse."
"Dat's evil. Wanna go get de stuff?"
"With you?"
Remy looked around, as if checking to see if someone else was there. Rogue sighed but couldn't help smiling . . .on the inside.
"Doan see anybody else. 'Sides, y' know you can stand me f'r that long. It'll be fun."
Rogue looked at his facial expression, and alarm klaxons started blaring in her head.
"Ah swear on all things holy and unhoy that if you suggest Ah buy anythin' that ain't appropriate, or Ah'm just in the wrong mood, Ah will kill you, an' throw a party with your head as a decorative center piece. Ah will then draw on it and leave it in the House a Lords, so that british people can wonder where the bloody hell the head came from, understood?"
Remy nodded his head, still smiling. "Glad you'd take the time t' get creative. I've always wanted t' have an overly elabrate death involving markers and british people."
Rogue sighed at her failed atempt to scare him. "You are one sick puppy, Ah hope ya know."
"Pot callin' de kettle black, chere."
She smiled a little too sweetly, it scared him, because it wasn't the usual reaction he got from Rogue. "Yeah, and you jus insulted a crazy person."
"A very pretty crazy woman, who apparently wants to go out wit' me."
Rogue stopped smiling at all. She gave remy a look that siad, 'whatever progress you made was just undone.' "Yeah, Ah just can't resist ya. Pfft. I'll go out with ya when monkeys fly outta mah butt."
"Dey do, I'm takin' pictures. Seriously, I might be jus' de thing f'r you."
"Maybe, but Ah ain't gonna find out, got it?"
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Yeah, I know. Hope ya liked it. I'd like to thank Ani DiFranco for writing the song I'm listening to now. Just fyi.
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith