Hey All!
I'd like to say that any anarchy I'm writing about will in no way be carried out, because I can't do the jail thing. Also I have no idea how to take over a corporation, and run it. Therefore, everything is a joke, and a way of expressing my displeasure with certain elements. I'm not saying I can do better, and anything else I can get in trouble for saying is a joke or a lie, unless lying can get me in trouble too.
Reviews
Ishandahalf-RABID fangirls unite! You work on the theme song, and we'll work together on the handshake at our first meeting. Oooh, wait. our theme song will be '99 Red Balloons'. No one will understand why, and we can use it as a distraction. Woo! It is the best song ever. Yeah, I bet she's got primo drugs up there. The whole african tribe episode thingy was just a bad trip. Hmm, my room is pink. I hate pink. The walls are mocking me! Why must I be surounded by the perpetual female color! I'M VERY AWARE OF THE FACT THAT I'M FEMALE! THANKS FOR POINTING IT OUT EVERYWHERE I FRICKIN' LOOK! ahem, woo. I've had that on my chest for a while. Sorry I vented about my ugly walls on you. I taped a deck of cards onto my ceiling, so my room isn't _too_ girly. I don't know why you needed to know that, but now you do. Be proud of your rise above normal perception. You just have ESP in reverse. you foresaw them painting the walls pink five years ago, and who'll argue with your claim? Yeah, the idea was to freak people out. I don't think Remy would keep his cross dressing things (if he had any) in any obviouse place. They'd be in a super-safe under a non-loose floorboard, under a dresser. The name tag was so nobody gets someone else's undies. It's required or else you can't put them in the institute washing machine (The prof wants to know exactly to fantasize about in them, no matter what reason he says is true. Liar! Perv! (my prof. X is a dirty old man plug. thank you)). I'm glad you liked the threat. You're absoloutly right about your french class. Not like it's real french anyway. It's too americanized, like spaghetti, and chinese food. Boy band dissing should be an allowed college major. I know comedians who make their money dissing boy bands. I enjoyed writing the Scott/Remy convo. *a soda, which matterialised from nowhere and was drunk right before you said the line about the stick is spit on the keyboard.* Oh my God. That was great. You're _so_ in my quote book now. Hmm, a RABID rally in Ontario? As long as it's not a school night my mom shouldn't care. I'll start hitchhiking now. Canadian tv will pay for being behind. oh yes they will. Mwahahahahahahahaha!
Sujakata-Yeah, I know. I have a theory about that actually. I mean she's totally seen as untouchable, mind, body, and soul. I'll bet she wears them when it gets to her, and in her head all day she's going, 'I know you don't know, but I have on really sexy unides.' Um, Scott's just really not fond of anyone who would offer to show Jean a better time than he can. Yeah, well, Jean is female, Remy is Remy, so obviously he would flirt with her for fun and practice. Um, I don't think I'm contatgious *mock innocent looks* Have I bitten you? Yeah, the brave brave vacuum. Oh, of course they're naughty. I have no idea what goes on in Bobby's head. I think he has an ass fetsh he's not telling us about. Um, I may do death, but it'd be in a one shot, and not in the series. I'd do it for you Suj. I kinda wanted to wait on the update until I had more than two reviews, but what the Hell.
Disclaimer
Okay, we'll be taking our first step toward Marvel Universe domination after the rally outside the Ontario station that's fallen behind on X-men Evolution. But, until I get my driver's liscence, a car, and enough gas money, they're all Marvel's.
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Remy was kinda freaking out. Had he and Rogue done something, and now HE COULDN'T REMEMBER IT? How could he have had sex with her? Was he drunk? Is that why he couldn't remember what had happened? And this was Rogue. She would have to have been high, drunk, or possessed. Now he was just getting stupid, and needed to calm down and hope the story would be better than what he was thinking. It was not a good position for our very weirded out protagonist.
He thought about where Rogue might be. He still had the bit of lace and elastic in his hands. Looking at it one last time, and trying _very_ hard to picture Rogue in it, he put it in his pocket and made his way to the girl's wing, as quickly as he could without lookng desperate. After a minute of half running he decided to screw it and ran full out for Kitty and Rogue's room.
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Kitty was sitting on her bed with her laptop, frowning at the screen. She was chewing her lip and didn't even bother to look up when Remy came in, a little winded.
"I don't know why you're running. Rogue's, like, not here. She stormed out after staring at her french book a few seconds after I came in. Probably in the rec. room. She was muttering something about the idiot trio, and comfy chairs, so you can see why I think she went there."
Remy marveled at Kitty's excelent detection skills.
"How you *gasp* know it was me?" [Gotta cut down on de cigarettes]
"C'mon, Rogue glares at her french book, calls someone the biggest retard in the world, vows holy revenge and then goes to read Memnoch? You better apologize before she remembers the knives were recently sharpened."
Remy laughed a little nervously and backed out. Kitty sighed at her laptop and looked at it appraisingly. [Okay, do I want my next update to have the old format in pink, or the new format in that really cool red?]
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"Hi Scott!" Jean waved at her boyfriend, who was wandering around looking slightly lost. He'd though _way_ too long about the possible results of Rogue and Remy having sex, and was a little dazed. It took Jean a minute of waving her hand in front of his face to get him to focus his eyes. He saw that they'd gotten back from shopping. Jean was holding a bag from Lazarus like Remy's. Scott shuddered, but enjoyed the imagery this thought generated for the first time that day. Unless the thing in Remy's bag was for Jean. Scott couldn't be suspisious until he had a reason. Rogue would probably castrate anyone who broke up with her anyway.
"Sorry Jean, I just saw something. . . Um, Tabitha, Jubilee, can Jean and I be alone?"
There was much giggling between the two, but they proceeded to Kitty's room, where they would show of their mall purchases tot he harried computer genius, who couldn't decide between pink or red.
After they were gone Jean went into 'Supportive Team Number-Two' mode. "Whats wrong Scott? You look like you just saw Logan actually cleaning instead of dumping all the work on us for a change."
"Nothing so good Jean. I can't tell you, actually. It's too. . .disturbing."
Jean frowned. "Scott, I've eaten 'disturbing' everytime Kitty cooks. I've read 'disturbing' everytime I take one of Rogue's book suggestions. I've heard 'disturbing' from Remy at every occasion he could come up with. I'm used to disturbing. What's up?"
Scott tried to verbaly tell Jean what he'd seen. What he got out was, "Remy. . . Rogue. . .feathers. . .bag." the rest was incoherent mumbles, and a few non-sense words.
Scott shook his head. he could not make the words come out. Jean sighed and after a bit of looking found the source of Scott's distress. She was only doing it as a good girlfriend. She needed to understand his problem to help him with it. That much was on purpose. Telling Kitty, Tabitha, and Amara telepathically rigth after finding out was an accident, and she would stick to that story untill the day she died.
"Oh God. We have to tell the professor. She couldn't. . . could she?"
"I dont know. With Remy. . .I don't know."
Scot blushed bright red at the newest imagery, and sighed. "Jean, I definitly can't tell the professor. I couldn't even tell you, and you're not. . ."
"Yeah. I know. We'll go together. . . what are you three doing?"
Kitty, Amara, and Tabitha had all gone to where Scott and Jean were standing, using the couple radar all gossipy women and middle school boys possess.
"You can't tell the professor." Amara said, pulling Kitty an Tabitha into a sort of human wall between Jean and Scott and anythought of telling the professor anything, unless it was through telepathy.
"Yeah, I mean, if Rogue's opening up to Remy, don't you, like, think he'd be better for her that three Logan sessions a day for the rest of her life?" Kitty asked, happy with how nicely her plan had worked out. She nudged Amara, and pointed to Tabitha, who was looking thoughtful.
"But if Rogue's. . . you know, then the professor needs to know. What if he gives her some weird STD? Or she gets pregnate?"
"Uh, guy, girls, how would those two do the deed?" Amara inquired, before nudging Tabitha a little harder.
"It could have been a sex alternative." was what Tabitha had to add to the conversation. Everyone in the hall got quiet, while they digested this. Kitty put it succinctly.
"Eww. Thanks for the mental picture Tabby. Anyway, since Rogue was out for his blood earlier, and Bobby _is_ on a pranking spree, I think this is just a big misunderstanding, and no reason to get the professor involved. I mean we shouldn't narc on them for doing something they didn't."
Jean noddd, knowing the humiliation of this sort of misunderstanding would probably drive Rogue over the edge. Scott just nodded, trying not to look like he felt whipped.
( AN: we all know Jean has him totally snowballed.)
Kitty and Amara left to talk to Jubilee and Rahne, while Tabitha went to tell everything she'd heard, with a couple of minor alterations, to the boys downstairs.
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Bobby went into the rec. room to tell what he'd just heard to the other boys. Nobody was fighting by that time. Rogue had threatened to beat Ray up with Roberto's gonads, and strangle Sam if anyone bothered her. They were peacefully sniping at each other in non-verbal ways, like glares. Bobby laughed at the scene, untill he got over to the three boys. He started to tell them what was going on, but before he could get out more than "I know something you don't kow." Rogue had gotten up and smacked Bobby upside the head with her book on the way to the backyard. Bobby rubbed his head and then turned around, smiling.
"Okay, so anyway, Scott is looking for something to do. Jean's off shopping, and he's feeling lonely. He passes Remy's room, and hear something going on inside. Well, maybe I shouldn't be telling you guys this."
Roberto smacked Bobby upside the head. "Spill, Drake."
Ray joined his former foe in the new recruits' favorite passtime beside 'Leave Jamie out of Stuff.' I'm of course talking about "Harrass Bobby until He Tells us what He Knows.'
"Okay, so he opens the door, being Scott Summers, deputy hall monitor, training under the Enforcer. He sees. . ."
At that minute the rec. room filled with girls. They didn't come all at once, but one at a time. But it was done quickly, like they'd all just hear something they couldn't wait to tell everyone.
Remy burst into the crowded rec. room. He went to the middle of the room, and stood on the coffee table. "'Scuse me. I'm lookin' f'r Rogue. Anyone know where she is?"
There was laughing and Bobby got up on the table next to him. He looked at the perturbed Cajun and laughed. "I don't blame you for looking for her. If I were that close to someone, especially someone as beautiful as Rogue, I'd wanna know where they are at all time too."
Remy sighed. He figured Scott would take longer than this to tell someone. [Great. Now I'm gonna have Rogue thinkin' I started dis whole damned thing. Oh well. If she thinks that, mebe it's better she told me no.]
"Mebe we're not on de same page. I wanna know where Rogue is, wit'out any ridicule, or else I tell Logan what happened to his motorcycle last week."
Ray stepped forward, and speaking quickly, before Remy gave out anymore information said, "She went to the backyard."
Remy said thank you over his shoulder as he made his way tot he kitchen doors.
Everyone looked at Ray.
"What? It was an accident, I swear!"
Jamie spoke up, and said, in the classic little kid voice, "Awww! Somebody's in trouble!"
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Rogue was sitting in the first tree she'd gotten too once she'd gotten out of hearing range of all the noises that distracted her from being pissed. She was reading Memnoch, and fuming while plotting.
Remy picked up on this much while looking up at the soles of her boots. He took a deep breath, and yelled her name, just loud enough to bring her out of an Anne Rice and anger induced trance.
Rogue let out a surprised noise, and promtly fell out of the tree. Remy went to help her up, but Rogue just glared at his hand when he offered it.
"Ah swear ta God if ya evah do that again, Ah'll drown you in battery acid."
"Sorry chere. I di'n't mean t' scare you." Remy didn't pull back his hand, and Rogue stopped glaring at it. [Mebe she's not mad at me. Mebe she's mad at herself. WHAT THE HELL DID WE DO?!]
"Don't call me that." Rogue snapped, getting up on her own and brushing bark off of her skirt. "Ah'm fine, thanks fo' askin'."
The now very ticked off southern girl glared at Remy for good measure. No one knocked her out of a tree and got away with out a good glare. But, since he _had_ interrupted her complete obsesion with creativley killing Bobby he would get off with the mother-of-all glares, and no physical harm.
Remy's stomache stopped working when Rogue glared at him like he'd commmited some heinous crime, didn't deserve to live, and wasn't good enough to kill. He hoped that whatever they'd done was worth uncertain death.
Rogue stood tapping her foot, waiting for gravity's little helper to tell her why he'd tracked her down whe she'd made it clear she wanted to be alone.
"Yes?"
"Um, I jus' wanted to. . .hear 'bout y' day yesterday."
Remy felt lame, but his mind hadn't fully wrapped itself around the fact that he'd found underwear belonging to the only girl to turn him down in recent memory in his room. Thusly, he couldn't think of a better lie. In fact, this was the truth, with certain parts ommited. The real truth being 'I wanted to know if we did anything not rated PG last night; becasue I can remember Thursday night just fine.'
(AN: the reason he couldn't remember the previous night was the utter boringness that crept in after being yelled at by Ororo. Just FYI)
Rogue looked at him like he'd lost any pretend at sanity. "Did ya just go out an' drink away ya last brain cell?"
"Jes' tell me please."
Rogue was taken aback by his tone. [Is that desperation Ah hear? Comin' from God's gift ta women? Hmm, Hell musta frozen over. Damn, now Ah've gotta go out with Magneto, become team leadah fo' a while, an' call everyone 'sugah'.]
"Okay. . .Ah woke up an' brushed mah. . ."
Remy put his hand up, and said, "Skip a bit."
"Ah went ta school, an' hung out. . ."
"Bit more."
"Ah had a detention."
"Really? What for? Wait, nevermind. Skip a bit."
Rogue was getting tired of this. She decided to go straight for the end of the day. Her tone gave a way her frustration. "Risty didn't meet me ta go to the mall."
Remy noticed Rogue's annoyance, but didn't think she was angry anymore. It was hard to read her sometimes. "Okay, excruciating detail, after you skip a bit."
"Ah walked twenty feet from the garage to the front door. Ah put mah key in the lock, an' turned it. Ah stepped into the foyah, an' took thirteen steps to the closet, where Ah hung up mah coat, which Ah needed because it was still too cold to go outside with out a jacket.
"Ah decided to ask you if ya wanted to got to the mall, so Ah climbed the twenty-seven stairs to yo' room, where Ms. Munroe, who is the tall, white haired, weather controlling house hall monitor, was yellin' at cha fo' smokin' in the bathroom, an' leavin' ashes in her nice clean sinks. Logan was actually sp'osed ta clean them, but he took off like he always does when it's his turn ta clean. . ."
"Thanks. All I need to know." [Okay, I'm sure there's a perfectly good, if, hopefully, not innocent reason her underwear were in my room. prob'ly shouldn't ask though. She'll think that I thought we had sex, an' then she'd find some slow, creative way to kill me.]
"Ya been up to yo' room?" Rogue asked, suddenly nervouse about why he would want to hear about what she'd done the night before.
"Mmm hm." Remy nodded, remembering the unholy mess, and bitch out session Scott had given him.
Rogue was now very anxious. Had she gotten everything? "It looked like Bobby dumped both our underwear drawers out while jumpin' on ya bed like a loon. Ah went in ta get mah pillows. Ah'm burnin' the one he duct taped to his butt."
[Ah. Damn] Remy frowned, partly because Bobby's latest prank pissed him off, mostly because he had really hoped to remember something juicier about the previous night than 'Got yelled at, went to the roof to smoke, and then went to bed.'
"Yeah, that really sucks. We should defintly get him back." Remy said, channeling his unhappyness to a very deserving medium. Revenge.
Rogue smiled at her very unhappy partner in retribution. "Now you're thinkin' normally. Ah was just tryin' ta figure out what suitable revenge would be. This can't be grouped with everythin' else. Ah'll wind up killin' the lil ice-maker."
Remy had to smile at what Rogue had said. He also had to wonder why he always got the crazy women. This was not important now. He needed Rogue to focus on being insanely evil. Get those (ALERT! reference to the first story) evil genes out. The girl was actually in a perfect position to be evil. Kinda the one thing, beside gothness, she had in common with her sister. Of course if he told Rogue so, Rogue would probably kill him, in a very slow and painful way, involving mutilation, and humiliation. Now his thoughts were way off track. [Focus, 'nough 'bout Magsy an' his spawn. . . 'sides Rogue, o' course.]
"Ah wondah. . ."
The two of them continued plotting.
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After Remy left the rec. room the gossip _really_ started.
"Oh my God. You boys will never guess what I just heard! I have a very reliable source too. Rogue and Remy were having sex! In his room! and now there are feathers and bits of clothes all over everything!" Jubilee shouted before the boys could get a word out.
"I heard it wasn't just them. I heard that Scott joined in when he caught them." Bobby shouted across the room, while the three very out of the loop boys listened in awe.
"I heard Rogue was being a dominatrix, and had whips and everything."
"What's a dominatrix?" Jamie asked from the back of the room, where he was being protected from Ray by Tabitha and Kitty. Kitty shrugged her shoulders.
"I heard that she tied Scott to Remy and well. . . I can't say what she did after that."
(AN: it would drive the rating up. Use your imagination.)
"I heard it was just them participating, but that they were so loud Dr. McCoy was the one to catch them and other people were watching."
"I heard she's going to have his baby and they've run off to elope and move to Canda and. . ."
"Dude, Jamie, that rumor sucks."
Jamie pouted at Ray, who was thinking about buring out his tounge for sounding like a surfer.
"Well it's just as likely as what you guys are saying."
There was silence, before the buzz and exchange of rumors contiuned. It was so loud, that Kurt left his room, and actually hung up on Amanda to check out the noise.
"What's going on?"
"Kurt, your sister's freaking Remy."
"What! No way!" Or at least they hoped that was what his sudden burst of German translated into.
"Yeah. I heard it from Tabitha, who heard it from Jean, who got the info out of Scott, who saw it. And joined in. I'll bet Rogue was having fun." Roberto said, just to get on Kurt's nerves. What could only be swearing in German was all that the room needed to hear.
"I heard Rogue has athlete's foot!" Amara shouted at the top of her lungs.
Everyone stopped to look oddly at Amara. She shrugged. "I didn't say it was relevant. I just said I heard it."
Jamie took advantage of the quiet to ask his question again.
"What's a dominatrix!"
Kurt looked at Jamie. "Ask Dr. McCoy."
Jamie pouted again and left.
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Whatcha think? Hope ya liked it. More Remy torture and most importantly, more revenge to be extracted. Ooh, I'm evil. "Twelve pounds of evil in a ten pound bag." (Twenty cool points to the one who correctly guesses that quote's origin.)
On another note: I hope that I didn't seem inattentive to some of my regular reviewers. Or whatever has made you stop commmenting, or reading all together. (AN: I guess if you're not readingthis you won't tell me what I did wrong, but . . .ya know) If we shadows have offended. . .Robin shall restore amends. Please review even if you're just telling me you really have nothing to say, or are mad at me for whatever reason.
REVIEW, please.
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
I'd like to say that any anarchy I'm writing about will in no way be carried out, because I can't do the jail thing. Also I have no idea how to take over a corporation, and run it. Therefore, everything is a joke, and a way of expressing my displeasure with certain elements. I'm not saying I can do better, and anything else I can get in trouble for saying is a joke or a lie, unless lying can get me in trouble too.
Reviews
Ishandahalf-RABID fangirls unite! You work on the theme song, and we'll work together on the handshake at our first meeting. Oooh, wait. our theme song will be '99 Red Balloons'. No one will understand why, and we can use it as a distraction. Woo! It is the best song ever. Yeah, I bet she's got primo drugs up there. The whole african tribe episode thingy was just a bad trip. Hmm, my room is pink. I hate pink. The walls are mocking me! Why must I be surounded by the perpetual female color! I'M VERY AWARE OF THE FACT THAT I'M FEMALE! THANKS FOR POINTING IT OUT EVERYWHERE I FRICKIN' LOOK! ahem, woo. I've had that on my chest for a while. Sorry I vented about my ugly walls on you. I taped a deck of cards onto my ceiling, so my room isn't _too_ girly. I don't know why you needed to know that, but now you do. Be proud of your rise above normal perception. You just have ESP in reverse. you foresaw them painting the walls pink five years ago, and who'll argue with your claim? Yeah, the idea was to freak people out. I don't think Remy would keep his cross dressing things (if he had any) in any obviouse place. They'd be in a super-safe under a non-loose floorboard, under a dresser. The name tag was so nobody gets someone else's undies. It's required or else you can't put them in the institute washing machine (The prof wants to know exactly to fantasize about in them, no matter what reason he says is true. Liar! Perv! (my prof. X is a dirty old man plug. thank you)). I'm glad you liked the threat. You're absoloutly right about your french class. Not like it's real french anyway. It's too americanized, like spaghetti, and chinese food. Boy band dissing should be an allowed college major. I know comedians who make their money dissing boy bands. I enjoyed writing the Scott/Remy convo. *a soda, which matterialised from nowhere and was drunk right before you said the line about the stick is spit on the keyboard.* Oh my God. That was great. You're _so_ in my quote book now. Hmm, a RABID rally in Ontario? As long as it's not a school night my mom shouldn't care. I'll start hitchhiking now. Canadian tv will pay for being behind. oh yes they will. Mwahahahahahahahaha!
Sujakata-Yeah, I know. I have a theory about that actually. I mean she's totally seen as untouchable, mind, body, and soul. I'll bet she wears them when it gets to her, and in her head all day she's going, 'I know you don't know, but I have on really sexy unides.' Um, Scott's just really not fond of anyone who would offer to show Jean a better time than he can. Yeah, well, Jean is female, Remy is Remy, so obviously he would flirt with her for fun and practice. Um, I don't think I'm contatgious *mock innocent looks* Have I bitten you? Yeah, the brave brave vacuum. Oh, of course they're naughty. I have no idea what goes on in Bobby's head. I think he has an ass fetsh he's not telling us about. Um, I may do death, but it'd be in a one shot, and not in the series. I'd do it for you Suj. I kinda wanted to wait on the update until I had more than two reviews, but what the Hell.
Disclaimer
Okay, we'll be taking our first step toward Marvel Universe domination after the rally outside the Ontario station that's fallen behind on X-men Evolution. But, until I get my driver's liscence, a car, and enough gas money, they're all Marvel's.
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Remy was kinda freaking out. Had he and Rogue done something, and now HE COULDN'T REMEMBER IT? How could he have had sex with her? Was he drunk? Is that why he couldn't remember what had happened? And this was Rogue. She would have to have been high, drunk, or possessed. Now he was just getting stupid, and needed to calm down and hope the story would be better than what he was thinking. It was not a good position for our very weirded out protagonist.
He thought about where Rogue might be. He still had the bit of lace and elastic in his hands. Looking at it one last time, and trying _very_ hard to picture Rogue in it, he put it in his pocket and made his way to the girl's wing, as quickly as he could without lookng desperate. After a minute of half running he decided to screw it and ran full out for Kitty and Rogue's room.
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Kitty was sitting on her bed with her laptop, frowning at the screen. She was chewing her lip and didn't even bother to look up when Remy came in, a little winded.
"I don't know why you're running. Rogue's, like, not here. She stormed out after staring at her french book a few seconds after I came in. Probably in the rec. room. She was muttering something about the idiot trio, and comfy chairs, so you can see why I think she went there."
Remy marveled at Kitty's excelent detection skills.
"How you *gasp* know it was me?" [Gotta cut down on de cigarettes]
"C'mon, Rogue glares at her french book, calls someone the biggest retard in the world, vows holy revenge and then goes to read Memnoch? You better apologize before she remembers the knives were recently sharpened."
Remy laughed a little nervously and backed out. Kitty sighed at her laptop and looked at it appraisingly. [Okay, do I want my next update to have the old format in pink, or the new format in that really cool red?]
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"Hi Scott!" Jean waved at her boyfriend, who was wandering around looking slightly lost. He'd though _way_ too long about the possible results of Rogue and Remy having sex, and was a little dazed. It took Jean a minute of waving her hand in front of his face to get him to focus his eyes. He saw that they'd gotten back from shopping. Jean was holding a bag from Lazarus like Remy's. Scott shuddered, but enjoyed the imagery this thought generated for the first time that day. Unless the thing in Remy's bag was for Jean. Scott couldn't be suspisious until he had a reason. Rogue would probably castrate anyone who broke up with her anyway.
"Sorry Jean, I just saw something. . . Um, Tabitha, Jubilee, can Jean and I be alone?"
There was much giggling between the two, but they proceeded to Kitty's room, where they would show of their mall purchases tot he harried computer genius, who couldn't decide between pink or red.
After they were gone Jean went into 'Supportive Team Number-Two' mode. "Whats wrong Scott? You look like you just saw Logan actually cleaning instead of dumping all the work on us for a change."
"Nothing so good Jean. I can't tell you, actually. It's too. . .disturbing."
Jean frowned. "Scott, I've eaten 'disturbing' everytime Kitty cooks. I've read 'disturbing' everytime I take one of Rogue's book suggestions. I've heard 'disturbing' from Remy at every occasion he could come up with. I'm used to disturbing. What's up?"
Scott tried to verbaly tell Jean what he'd seen. What he got out was, "Remy. . . Rogue. . .feathers. . .bag." the rest was incoherent mumbles, and a few non-sense words.
Scott shook his head. he could not make the words come out. Jean sighed and after a bit of looking found the source of Scott's distress. She was only doing it as a good girlfriend. She needed to understand his problem to help him with it. That much was on purpose. Telling Kitty, Tabitha, and Amara telepathically rigth after finding out was an accident, and she would stick to that story untill the day she died.
"Oh God. We have to tell the professor. She couldn't. . . could she?"
"I dont know. With Remy. . .I don't know."
Scot blushed bright red at the newest imagery, and sighed. "Jean, I definitly can't tell the professor. I couldn't even tell you, and you're not. . ."
"Yeah. I know. We'll go together. . . what are you three doing?"
Kitty, Amara, and Tabitha had all gone to where Scott and Jean were standing, using the couple radar all gossipy women and middle school boys possess.
"You can't tell the professor." Amara said, pulling Kitty an Tabitha into a sort of human wall between Jean and Scott and anythought of telling the professor anything, unless it was through telepathy.
"Yeah, I mean, if Rogue's opening up to Remy, don't you, like, think he'd be better for her that three Logan sessions a day for the rest of her life?" Kitty asked, happy with how nicely her plan had worked out. She nudged Amara, and pointed to Tabitha, who was looking thoughtful.
"But if Rogue's. . . you know, then the professor needs to know. What if he gives her some weird STD? Or she gets pregnate?"
"Uh, guy, girls, how would those two do the deed?" Amara inquired, before nudging Tabitha a little harder.
"It could have been a sex alternative." was what Tabitha had to add to the conversation. Everyone in the hall got quiet, while they digested this. Kitty put it succinctly.
"Eww. Thanks for the mental picture Tabby. Anyway, since Rogue was out for his blood earlier, and Bobby _is_ on a pranking spree, I think this is just a big misunderstanding, and no reason to get the professor involved. I mean we shouldn't narc on them for doing something they didn't."
Jean noddd, knowing the humiliation of this sort of misunderstanding would probably drive Rogue over the edge. Scott just nodded, trying not to look like he felt whipped.
( AN: we all know Jean has him totally snowballed.)
Kitty and Amara left to talk to Jubilee and Rahne, while Tabitha went to tell everything she'd heard, with a couple of minor alterations, to the boys downstairs.
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Bobby went into the rec. room to tell what he'd just heard to the other boys. Nobody was fighting by that time. Rogue had threatened to beat Ray up with Roberto's gonads, and strangle Sam if anyone bothered her. They were peacefully sniping at each other in non-verbal ways, like glares. Bobby laughed at the scene, untill he got over to the three boys. He started to tell them what was going on, but before he could get out more than "I know something you don't kow." Rogue had gotten up and smacked Bobby upside the head with her book on the way to the backyard. Bobby rubbed his head and then turned around, smiling.
"Okay, so anyway, Scott is looking for something to do. Jean's off shopping, and he's feeling lonely. He passes Remy's room, and hear something going on inside. Well, maybe I shouldn't be telling you guys this."
Roberto smacked Bobby upside the head. "Spill, Drake."
Ray joined his former foe in the new recruits' favorite passtime beside 'Leave Jamie out of Stuff.' I'm of course talking about "Harrass Bobby until He Tells us what He Knows.'
"Okay, so he opens the door, being Scott Summers, deputy hall monitor, training under the Enforcer. He sees. . ."
At that minute the rec. room filled with girls. They didn't come all at once, but one at a time. But it was done quickly, like they'd all just hear something they couldn't wait to tell everyone.
Remy burst into the crowded rec. room. He went to the middle of the room, and stood on the coffee table. "'Scuse me. I'm lookin' f'r Rogue. Anyone know where she is?"
There was laughing and Bobby got up on the table next to him. He looked at the perturbed Cajun and laughed. "I don't blame you for looking for her. If I were that close to someone, especially someone as beautiful as Rogue, I'd wanna know where they are at all time too."
Remy sighed. He figured Scott would take longer than this to tell someone. [Great. Now I'm gonna have Rogue thinkin' I started dis whole damned thing. Oh well. If she thinks that, mebe it's better she told me no.]
"Mebe we're not on de same page. I wanna know where Rogue is, wit'out any ridicule, or else I tell Logan what happened to his motorcycle last week."
Ray stepped forward, and speaking quickly, before Remy gave out anymore information said, "She went to the backyard."
Remy said thank you over his shoulder as he made his way tot he kitchen doors.
Everyone looked at Ray.
"What? It was an accident, I swear!"
Jamie spoke up, and said, in the classic little kid voice, "Awww! Somebody's in trouble!"
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Rogue was sitting in the first tree she'd gotten too once she'd gotten out of hearing range of all the noises that distracted her from being pissed. She was reading Memnoch, and fuming while plotting.
Remy picked up on this much while looking up at the soles of her boots. He took a deep breath, and yelled her name, just loud enough to bring her out of an Anne Rice and anger induced trance.
Rogue let out a surprised noise, and promtly fell out of the tree. Remy went to help her up, but Rogue just glared at his hand when he offered it.
"Ah swear ta God if ya evah do that again, Ah'll drown you in battery acid."
"Sorry chere. I di'n't mean t' scare you." Remy didn't pull back his hand, and Rogue stopped glaring at it. [Mebe she's not mad at me. Mebe she's mad at herself. WHAT THE HELL DID WE DO?!]
"Don't call me that." Rogue snapped, getting up on her own and brushing bark off of her skirt. "Ah'm fine, thanks fo' askin'."
The now very ticked off southern girl glared at Remy for good measure. No one knocked her out of a tree and got away with out a good glare. But, since he _had_ interrupted her complete obsesion with creativley killing Bobby he would get off with the mother-of-all glares, and no physical harm.
Remy's stomache stopped working when Rogue glared at him like he'd commmited some heinous crime, didn't deserve to live, and wasn't good enough to kill. He hoped that whatever they'd done was worth uncertain death.
Rogue stood tapping her foot, waiting for gravity's little helper to tell her why he'd tracked her down whe she'd made it clear she wanted to be alone.
"Yes?"
"Um, I jus' wanted to. . .hear 'bout y' day yesterday."
Remy felt lame, but his mind hadn't fully wrapped itself around the fact that he'd found underwear belonging to the only girl to turn him down in recent memory in his room. Thusly, he couldn't think of a better lie. In fact, this was the truth, with certain parts ommited. The real truth being 'I wanted to know if we did anything not rated PG last night; becasue I can remember Thursday night just fine.'
(AN: the reason he couldn't remember the previous night was the utter boringness that crept in after being yelled at by Ororo. Just FYI)
Rogue looked at him like he'd lost any pretend at sanity. "Did ya just go out an' drink away ya last brain cell?"
"Jes' tell me please."
Rogue was taken aback by his tone. [Is that desperation Ah hear? Comin' from God's gift ta women? Hmm, Hell musta frozen over. Damn, now Ah've gotta go out with Magneto, become team leadah fo' a while, an' call everyone 'sugah'.]
"Okay. . .Ah woke up an' brushed mah. . ."
Remy put his hand up, and said, "Skip a bit."
"Ah went ta school, an' hung out. . ."
"Bit more."
"Ah had a detention."
"Really? What for? Wait, nevermind. Skip a bit."
Rogue was getting tired of this. She decided to go straight for the end of the day. Her tone gave a way her frustration. "Risty didn't meet me ta go to the mall."
Remy noticed Rogue's annoyance, but didn't think she was angry anymore. It was hard to read her sometimes. "Okay, excruciating detail, after you skip a bit."
"Ah walked twenty feet from the garage to the front door. Ah put mah key in the lock, an' turned it. Ah stepped into the foyah, an' took thirteen steps to the closet, where Ah hung up mah coat, which Ah needed because it was still too cold to go outside with out a jacket.
"Ah decided to ask you if ya wanted to got to the mall, so Ah climbed the twenty-seven stairs to yo' room, where Ms. Munroe, who is the tall, white haired, weather controlling house hall monitor, was yellin' at cha fo' smokin' in the bathroom, an' leavin' ashes in her nice clean sinks. Logan was actually sp'osed ta clean them, but he took off like he always does when it's his turn ta clean. . ."
"Thanks. All I need to know." [Okay, I'm sure there's a perfectly good, if, hopefully, not innocent reason her underwear were in my room. prob'ly shouldn't ask though. She'll think that I thought we had sex, an' then she'd find some slow, creative way to kill me.]
"Ya been up to yo' room?" Rogue asked, suddenly nervouse about why he would want to hear about what she'd done the night before.
"Mmm hm." Remy nodded, remembering the unholy mess, and bitch out session Scott had given him.
Rogue was now very anxious. Had she gotten everything? "It looked like Bobby dumped both our underwear drawers out while jumpin' on ya bed like a loon. Ah went in ta get mah pillows. Ah'm burnin' the one he duct taped to his butt."
[Ah. Damn] Remy frowned, partly because Bobby's latest prank pissed him off, mostly because he had really hoped to remember something juicier about the previous night than 'Got yelled at, went to the roof to smoke, and then went to bed.'
"Yeah, that really sucks. We should defintly get him back." Remy said, channeling his unhappyness to a very deserving medium. Revenge.
Rogue smiled at her very unhappy partner in retribution. "Now you're thinkin' normally. Ah was just tryin' ta figure out what suitable revenge would be. This can't be grouped with everythin' else. Ah'll wind up killin' the lil ice-maker."
Remy had to smile at what Rogue had said. He also had to wonder why he always got the crazy women. This was not important now. He needed Rogue to focus on being insanely evil. Get those (ALERT! reference to the first story) evil genes out. The girl was actually in a perfect position to be evil. Kinda the one thing, beside gothness, she had in common with her sister. Of course if he told Rogue so, Rogue would probably kill him, in a very slow and painful way, involving mutilation, and humiliation. Now his thoughts were way off track. [Focus, 'nough 'bout Magsy an' his spawn. . . 'sides Rogue, o' course.]
"Ah wondah. . ."
The two of them continued plotting.
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After Remy left the rec. room the gossip _really_ started.
"Oh my God. You boys will never guess what I just heard! I have a very reliable source too. Rogue and Remy were having sex! In his room! and now there are feathers and bits of clothes all over everything!" Jubilee shouted before the boys could get a word out.
"I heard it wasn't just them. I heard that Scott joined in when he caught them." Bobby shouted across the room, while the three very out of the loop boys listened in awe.
"I heard Rogue was being a dominatrix, and had whips and everything."
"What's a dominatrix?" Jamie asked from the back of the room, where he was being protected from Ray by Tabitha and Kitty. Kitty shrugged her shoulders.
"I heard that she tied Scott to Remy and well. . . I can't say what she did after that."
(AN: it would drive the rating up. Use your imagination.)
"I heard it was just them participating, but that they were so loud Dr. McCoy was the one to catch them and other people were watching."
"I heard she's going to have his baby and they've run off to elope and move to Canda and. . ."
"Dude, Jamie, that rumor sucks."
Jamie pouted at Ray, who was thinking about buring out his tounge for sounding like a surfer.
"Well it's just as likely as what you guys are saying."
There was silence, before the buzz and exchange of rumors contiuned. It was so loud, that Kurt left his room, and actually hung up on Amanda to check out the noise.
"What's going on?"
"Kurt, your sister's freaking Remy."
"What! No way!" Or at least they hoped that was what his sudden burst of German translated into.
"Yeah. I heard it from Tabitha, who heard it from Jean, who got the info out of Scott, who saw it. And joined in. I'll bet Rogue was having fun." Roberto said, just to get on Kurt's nerves. What could only be swearing in German was all that the room needed to hear.
"I heard Rogue has athlete's foot!" Amara shouted at the top of her lungs.
Everyone stopped to look oddly at Amara. She shrugged. "I didn't say it was relevant. I just said I heard it."
Jamie took advantage of the quiet to ask his question again.
"What's a dominatrix!"
Kurt looked at Jamie. "Ask Dr. McCoy."
Jamie pouted again and left.
***
Whatcha think? Hope ya liked it. More Remy torture and most importantly, more revenge to be extracted. Ooh, I'm evil. "Twelve pounds of evil in a ten pound bag." (Twenty cool points to the one who correctly guesses that quote's origin.)
On another note: I hope that I didn't seem inattentive to some of my regular reviewers. Or whatever has made you stop commmenting, or reading all together. (AN: I guess if you're not readingthis you won't tell me what I did wrong, but . . .ya know) If we shadows have offended. . .Robin shall restore amends. Please review even if you're just telling me you really have nothing to say, or are mad at me for whatever reason.
REVIEW, please.
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith