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Lady MR-Thanks for letting me live. You think I'm going to let them stay friends? Whahahahahahahahahahahahaha! *I fall to the ground laughing my arse off. My alterego, The Great Misanthrope! comes in and nudges me with her toe. She then hauls back and kicks me hard in the butt.* Oww. Sorry. Oh dear, I've misled one of my readers. Tsk. Bad me. Trust me, they're either going out, or not friends at all. I'm kinda like that. Glad you liked Risty/Mystique.
ishandahalf-Wow, your review is longer than the chapter. Um yeah, I'd spend the world's last mminutes getting incredibly drunk so that it won't hurt when I die. Kinda like in Hitchhiker's guide to th galaxy, only with no hope of a savior. I understood that, but I do plan on getting drunk when I'm about to die, used a hitchhiker refernce to illustrate this, and am a rabid fangirl, so. . . Mushiness is like water. Good in moderation, but you can drown in it. Hope you did well on your exams. Why did you read my fic when you need to be studying? *Frown* I sounded like my mom. Read away Ish. I'm sure Bobby sleeps all night, and works all day, when he can't get out of it. He probably sleeps all night, and half of the day, then does nothing if left to his own devices. I wonder if he puts on women's clothing and hangs around in bars? Yeah, Wolverine's wardrobe sucked. Denial makes our world better, trust me. If it looks like that with out the head gear, can we live with it? Right on! DOWN WITH THE MULLET! NO MORE THIRD PERSON! GIVE US A FORKIN' BREAK! Okay, you get the other rabid fan girls together, and we'll storm Marvel. WE DEMAND TO HAVE INFLUENCE! I WANT TO CHANGE THE (marvel) WORLD! Yes, God help thyose who dare argue, because I'm sure no one else will. Evil laugh on three. 1, 2, 3 Mwahahahahahahaha!
Starlightz-A complete rejection would be counterproductive. Beside, this _is_ still Remy we're talking about, even if he does have bad hair, and head gear, and. . . anyway. Yeah, next story (aww crap, I have to write it now.) the poo hits the fan. Oh, they'll deserve every bit of what they get by next story, trust me. They darn well should suspect it though. After publicly humiliating her, and teasing her mercilessly since then, they're gettin' it good.
Disclaimer
I will own them when Ish, my fellow fangirls, and I storm Marvel and make the X-men's lives happy (for a little bit at least), but untill then, they aren't in the hands of those who love them. . . yet.
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Bobby and Kitty were still out in the hall plotting when Ororo came in from watering the ignited lawn. One look at them told her evil was afoot.
"What are you two doing?" She asked, calmly.
Kitty, who was not used to being a Brutus, freaked out, and dragged Bobby into the nearest room, which happened to be a bathroom. Ororo shook her head, after wondering, briefly, if she really wanted to know. She then went to her room to change into her gardening clothes. Nothing relaxed her as much as gardening, and something told her she'd need to be relaxed.
Bobby looked around at the place where Kitty had taken him to talk. He decided, for once, discretion is the better part of valor and sat quietly on the toilet seat while Kitty thought about how stupid she was being.
"Okay Bobby, I need you to do something that may make Rogue want to hurt you."
Bobby looked at Kitty, remembering how not half an hour ago it had taken Kurt, Kitty, and Remy to stop Rogue from dismembering him.
"Kitty, I'm afraid anything dangerous has to have some reward beyond the enjoyment. I do have a debt to pay off, so if you would. . ."
"How much Bobby?"
"Twenty dollars?"
"Deal. You get it when they're a couple."
Bobby looked unhappy. "In other words, when I die, and freeze Hell over as a service to its inhabitants?"
Kitty sighed. "That's why I came up with this ingenious plan to hook them up. Duh."
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"Okay Bobby, do you know what you have to do?" Kitty drilled, trying to seem like a female Major Payne and missing horribly. She just seemed like a louder version of herself. It would have to do.
"You do realize that Rogue never comes back from going out with Remy in any mood to kill anyone, right? I mean, it's the only time we're anything close to safe, and you want me to disrupt it?" Bobby marveled at Kitty's plan, as he opened another box of Jell-o.
"She'll just have to get over it. You know this is the only way."
"Wrong. I could still go to Canada and. . ."
"Bobby, if you say you're going to be a lumberjack one more time, I will phase a spatula into your liver, understood?"
Bobby threw down the empty package of Jell-o. "I'm tired of being threatened, and pushed around. Dammit, I have rights too! I demand fair treatment, and a right to live. I'm not gonna do this."
"I'll give you thrity dollars."
"Seventy" Bobby said, crossing his arms and trying to look shrewd.
"Forty." Kitty mimiced him. Bobby put his arms down and gave her an angry look.
"Sixty." Kitty looked at him angrily, and was better.
"Fifty."
Bobby smiled. "Deal. Glad to d buisness with you Kitty. Okay, hand me the Kool-aid, and pray." He turned back to the bowl in front of him and began to sing, sing, sing. "I' a lumber jack and I'm okay, He sleeps all night and he works all day. . ."
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"Why are we at the hardware store?"
"I need to get something I can only find here." Remy said, making a bee line for the wall coverings aisle. Rogue was too busy looking at the ugly shelves and the dusty floor to notice where they were going.
"What in the Hell couldja want from here?"
"Paint."
Rogue looked at him oddly. He shrugged and waited for her to ask him why. Rogue watched him, waiting for him to tell her why. They stood there mock ignoring each other for a full ten minutes. Finally Rogue broke. "What in the world is the paint fo'?"
"T'ought y'd never ask. I'm givin' de proffesor's wheel chair racin' stripes."
They looked at each other for two seconds. Rogue started to laugh, but tried not to. Remy started to laugh too, and soon they were trying not to fall on their butts they were laughing so hard. Once they started to calm down, Rogue managed to get her thoughts on the situation out.
"Gawd, that'd be great. Go Speed Racer go!"
This started a whole new laughing spell, and they got several odd looks before they were calm enought to pick out he appropriate paint color for the proffesor. Bright pink.
"You're kidding right? I'm not _dat_ evil."
"Yeah you are. C'mon, If yo' gonna do it, why halfass it?"
Remy pondered that for a minute. "Hmm, good point, bad paint. How 'bout paintin de whole thing red, an' giving him black stripes?" Rogue paused to think what that would look like.
"Sounds great. Ya need any help gettin' to his chair?"
"Non, but I might need y' t' keep Logan outta dis. Doan wanna piss of m' drinkin' buddy after all."
Rogue looked at Remy incredulously. "Ah sho' hope ya ain't tellin' me ta do what Ah think you are." Rogue gave him a look that said 'be joking, or rethink that'.
"'Course not. Jus'. . .make sure he ain't sniff round de proffesor's room on our first night in London. Dat's all I'm askin'. How is your problem."
"Deal, if you'll keep him busy on the second night. Make 'em sweat longer."
"Only you twist dis to y' own evil gain." Remy said smiling at her. She looked up at him, with an evil smile, before pretending to be offended.
"Ah have no idea what made ya think such a thing about me. Ah ain't been nothin' but nice ta them lately."
"Yeah, right. Whenever you've been nice, it was always with dis look dat said they'd pay f'r what ever they'd done.
"So? Ah didn't disembowl anybody."
Remy looked her square in the eyes. He then coughed (covering his mouth of course), and somehow it sounded incredibly like he'd said Bobby, and not just innocently coughed (Note the sarcasm). "Ugh, must be de sawdust in de air. Let's go."
Rogue gave him a small glare before following him out. She didn't notice until they were out of the store, and in Scott's car that Remy hadn't paid. She sighed and shook her head. Maybe people never do change somethings about themselves.
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Okay you know the drill. REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews
Lady MR-Thanks for letting me live. You think I'm going to let them stay friends? Whahahahahahahahahahahahaha! *I fall to the ground laughing my arse off. My alterego, The Great Misanthrope! comes in and nudges me with her toe. She then hauls back and kicks me hard in the butt.* Oww. Sorry. Oh dear, I've misled one of my readers. Tsk. Bad me. Trust me, they're either going out, or not friends at all. I'm kinda like that. Glad you liked Risty/Mystique.
ishandahalf-Wow, your review is longer than the chapter. Um yeah, I'd spend the world's last mminutes getting incredibly drunk so that it won't hurt when I die. Kinda like in Hitchhiker's guide to th galaxy, only with no hope of a savior. I understood that, but I do plan on getting drunk when I'm about to die, used a hitchhiker refernce to illustrate this, and am a rabid fangirl, so. . . Mushiness is like water. Good in moderation, but you can drown in it. Hope you did well on your exams. Why did you read my fic when you need to be studying? *Frown* I sounded like my mom. Read away Ish. I'm sure Bobby sleeps all night, and works all day, when he can't get out of it. He probably sleeps all night, and half of the day, then does nothing if left to his own devices. I wonder if he puts on women's clothing and hangs around in bars? Yeah, Wolverine's wardrobe sucked. Denial makes our world better, trust me. If it looks like that with out the head gear, can we live with it? Right on! DOWN WITH THE MULLET! NO MORE THIRD PERSON! GIVE US A FORKIN' BREAK! Okay, you get the other rabid fan girls together, and we'll storm Marvel. WE DEMAND TO HAVE INFLUENCE! I WANT TO CHANGE THE (marvel) WORLD! Yes, God help thyose who dare argue, because I'm sure no one else will. Evil laugh on three. 1, 2, 3 Mwahahahahahahaha!
Starlightz-A complete rejection would be counterproductive. Beside, this _is_ still Remy we're talking about, even if he does have bad hair, and head gear, and. . . anyway. Yeah, next story (aww crap, I have to write it now.) the poo hits the fan. Oh, they'll deserve every bit of what they get by next story, trust me. They darn well should suspect it though. After publicly humiliating her, and teasing her mercilessly since then, they're gettin' it good.
Disclaimer
I will own them when Ish, my fellow fangirls, and I storm Marvel and make the X-men's lives happy (for a little bit at least), but untill then, they aren't in the hands of those who love them. . . yet.
***
Bobby and Kitty were still out in the hall plotting when Ororo came in from watering the ignited lawn. One look at them told her evil was afoot.
"What are you two doing?" She asked, calmly.
Kitty, who was not used to being a Brutus, freaked out, and dragged Bobby into the nearest room, which happened to be a bathroom. Ororo shook her head, after wondering, briefly, if she really wanted to know. She then went to her room to change into her gardening clothes. Nothing relaxed her as much as gardening, and something told her she'd need to be relaxed.
Bobby looked around at the place where Kitty had taken him to talk. He decided, for once, discretion is the better part of valor and sat quietly on the toilet seat while Kitty thought about how stupid she was being.
"Okay Bobby, I need you to do something that may make Rogue want to hurt you."
Bobby looked at Kitty, remembering how not half an hour ago it had taken Kurt, Kitty, and Remy to stop Rogue from dismembering him.
"Kitty, I'm afraid anything dangerous has to have some reward beyond the enjoyment. I do have a debt to pay off, so if you would. . ."
"How much Bobby?"
"Twenty dollars?"
"Deal. You get it when they're a couple."
Bobby looked unhappy. "In other words, when I die, and freeze Hell over as a service to its inhabitants?"
Kitty sighed. "That's why I came up with this ingenious plan to hook them up. Duh."
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"Okay Bobby, do you know what you have to do?" Kitty drilled, trying to seem like a female Major Payne and missing horribly. She just seemed like a louder version of herself. It would have to do.
"You do realize that Rogue never comes back from going out with Remy in any mood to kill anyone, right? I mean, it's the only time we're anything close to safe, and you want me to disrupt it?" Bobby marveled at Kitty's plan, as he opened another box of Jell-o.
"She'll just have to get over it. You know this is the only way."
"Wrong. I could still go to Canada and. . ."
"Bobby, if you say you're going to be a lumberjack one more time, I will phase a spatula into your liver, understood?"
Bobby threw down the empty package of Jell-o. "I'm tired of being threatened, and pushed around. Dammit, I have rights too! I demand fair treatment, and a right to live. I'm not gonna do this."
"I'll give you thrity dollars."
"Seventy" Bobby said, crossing his arms and trying to look shrewd.
"Forty." Kitty mimiced him. Bobby put his arms down and gave her an angry look.
"Sixty." Kitty looked at him angrily, and was better.
"Fifty."
Bobby smiled. "Deal. Glad to d buisness with you Kitty. Okay, hand me the Kool-aid, and pray." He turned back to the bowl in front of him and began to sing, sing, sing. "I' a lumber jack and I'm okay, He sleeps all night and he works all day. . ."
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"Why are we at the hardware store?"
"I need to get something I can only find here." Remy said, making a bee line for the wall coverings aisle. Rogue was too busy looking at the ugly shelves and the dusty floor to notice where they were going.
"What in the Hell couldja want from here?"
"Paint."
Rogue looked at him oddly. He shrugged and waited for her to ask him why. Rogue watched him, waiting for him to tell her why. They stood there mock ignoring each other for a full ten minutes. Finally Rogue broke. "What in the world is the paint fo'?"
"T'ought y'd never ask. I'm givin' de proffesor's wheel chair racin' stripes."
They looked at each other for two seconds. Rogue started to laugh, but tried not to. Remy started to laugh too, and soon they were trying not to fall on their butts they were laughing so hard. Once they started to calm down, Rogue managed to get her thoughts on the situation out.
"Gawd, that'd be great. Go Speed Racer go!"
This started a whole new laughing spell, and they got several odd looks before they were calm enought to pick out he appropriate paint color for the proffesor. Bright pink.
"You're kidding right? I'm not _dat_ evil."
"Yeah you are. C'mon, If yo' gonna do it, why halfass it?"
Remy pondered that for a minute. "Hmm, good point, bad paint. How 'bout paintin de whole thing red, an' giving him black stripes?" Rogue paused to think what that would look like.
"Sounds great. Ya need any help gettin' to his chair?"
"Non, but I might need y' t' keep Logan outta dis. Doan wanna piss of m' drinkin' buddy after all."
Rogue looked at Remy incredulously. "Ah sho' hope ya ain't tellin' me ta do what Ah think you are." Rogue gave him a look that said 'be joking, or rethink that'.
"'Course not. Jus'. . .make sure he ain't sniff round de proffesor's room on our first night in London. Dat's all I'm askin'. How is your problem."
"Deal, if you'll keep him busy on the second night. Make 'em sweat longer."
"Only you twist dis to y' own evil gain." Remy said smiling at her. She looked up at him, with an evil smile, before pretending to be offended.
"Ah have no idea what made ya think such a thing about me. Ah ain't been nothin' but nice ta them lately."
"Yeah, right. Whenever you've been nice, it was always with dis look dat said they'd pay f'r what ever they'd done.
"So? Ah didn't disembowl anybody."
Remy looked her square in the eyes. He then coughed (covering his mouth of course), and somehow it sounded incredibly like he'd said Bobby, and not just innocently coughed (Note the sarcasm). "Ugh, must be de sawdust in de air. Let's go."
Rogue gave him a small glare before following him out. She didn't notice until they were out of the store, and in Scott's car that Remy hadn't paid. She sighed and shook her head. Maybe people never do change somethings about themselves.
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Okay you know the drill. REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith