Hey All!
I have made a decision. Instead of making this Saturday, and the next Friday the same story, they will be seperate. That way I can take a breather before diving back in, and keep chapter numbers low. This is one mother of a fic. The next one is two parts song fic, one part BoM stuff, and one part fangirlness coming out. I know you guys will appreciate what this mix can do.
Reviews
Sujakata-Thank you, I try my best, just for you. C'mon, aside from a few they're only allowed to be overly angsty and stuck in love triangles. This is not their usual fare of 'Jean's dangling Scott and Duncan, oh wait, now she's with Scott! Now Duncan! Now Scott!' It's fresh, and it's Rogue, Madmoiselle Untouchable (in all ways), and the ragin' Cajun. (gah! I hate that phrase! It burns!) The spying is illustrating the point that everyone is a voyer, just like everyone is a little bit of a masochist. I'm givin' ya the restaurant scene now, beb. Fresh and tasty, just for you!
Miranda-Merci. Yeah. I know all about over-protective catholic olde siblings; being one and all (my poor, poor brothers). More will be comin' your way chica.
J.Dax-I'm glad you think my story is of such high quality. I will update soon, and just for you, my loving reviewers, who shower me with praise, even if it is in short note form. *glowing smile* thank you for reviewing.
ishandaahalf-Correct. The spys didn't see it, so we're okay. I've only ever heard the word, so that is not a flaw in my perfection. Gah! They've become Kids WB only slower! Ag! Thank God I'm not Canadian. *Evil glares come my way* I mean, I don't have to watch Canadian tv, not yeah, I'll shut up now.
Psych. Venting is good. It's not dirty, unless you're thinking some poultry std. Yeah, he's wearin' her down alright. You just wait until what has now been elected the next fic and not chapter twenty through fourty. Well, yeah the X-men are wierd. Would we watch them if they were normal? They're bored, and it _is_ Rogue, Queen of the Misanthropes and Remy, Lord of All Things Female. There's gonna be talk. If someone found Jean's undies in Scott's room there would be talk as well. I think they're all very starved for action. (Especially Scott and Jean) I ran out of euphemisms. Fornicate is dirtier than the curse words for it, but I don't know why. I thought Kurt wouldn't know slang, being German and all, so he's limited to 'sex' and 'fornicate'.
Starlight-Ah! So you don't hate me. Welcome back to my awareness! *a hug is given out, followed by a cookie. Pick your favorite kind.* I can understand about not reviewing because of lack of something to say. It's okay, but only because it's you. Thaank you for sticking with me! *another hug is distributed, for the halibut.* I love my reviewers, even the sporadic ones. You guys are the only people who shower me with praise for my writing beside my best friend. It's nice to get anonymous praise.
Disclaimer
I don't own anything! I have a mortgage on my welfare check!
***
It took a while to drive to the place Remy was so determined to get to. On the way Rogue saw a sign that said 'Bayville citty limits', and another that said, 'Hamilton welcomes you'. She once again declined comment, knowing that whatever the reason for leaving Bayville, she would probably regret asking.
They walked into a smallish restaurant called Kathy's Corner. The ambiance was one of a quiet, cheap restaurant. There were two high school girls, both with dark brown hair and glasses, and bothe laughing their arses off, a middle schooler who couldn't see over the rim of his plate, and desperately needed a phone book to sit on, and a college boy with a coke and the sports section of a newspaper sitting in the restaurant. There were two adults, but they were in the corner by the window, and not speaking to one another. Remy could tell they had fought, and he hoped their bad vibes would be negated by the cheerful energy and comradory of the two high school girls chatting away behind the table he'd picked. It was in the opposite corner from the door, and looked out the large window, and was as far away from the fueding couple as he could get it.
Remy put his coat on the back of a chair, and turned to help Rogue whith her chair. She was already sitting, and pretending to hide a smile of satisfaction. The college boy rustled his newspaper and drank his Coke.
Another boy, about the same age as the college guy, with spiky blond hair, and an apron over his a Xavier T-shirt (local college, not Prof. X) came out of the kitchen with a notepad. He stopped at the table belonging to the high school girls (to comment on how 'cute' they were together), before taking Rogue and Remy's drink orders. The two girls were talking about books. Anne Rice and Laurel K. Hamilton to be exact.
"I don't know how vampires kill. I mean, they used to be human, so human sized stomaches. No way a vampire could hold more than two pints of blood." The shorter of the two said, while biting into her grilled cheese.
Rogue nodded while the taller one said, "Yeah, well maybe it's the shock. I mean one minute you're talkin' to someone, and them BOOM! they're drinking your blood. Probably a heart attack."
The spiky haired boy got a devilish look in his eyes. "Yeah, no way they could do that. I mean, how stupid would you have to be? I can't drink more than two pints of blood before _I_ get sick."
The two girls laughed again, and the middle school boy who could barely see over the rim of his plate snorted into his blt. Rogue grinned a little, and Remy really hoped the topic would switch before he got his chili.
The topic did change, and the two girls settled down while Remy and Rogue ate. One of the two adults left, and the remaining one looked at the bill. The remaining adult sighed and picked up the bill muttering about how, 'Chris is always making _me_ pay'.
The college boy finished his coke, and put down his sports section. He started to stretch every one of his vertabre carefully, taking as much time as he coul, until the spiky haired waiter came out and smacked him with a spatula, telling him to get to work.
The middle schooler went to the counter to pay, when a loud crash, and two even louder explitives, ran through the diner. The two high school girls looked up and laughed (AN: big surprise). Remy laughed too, while pulling on his coat. Rogue had hers on, and was trying to look into the kitchen without looking like she was looking into the kitchen, when Remy got in line behind the middle schooler to pay for dinner.
The owner of the restaurant, Kathy herself, went up to the counter and rang up the boy, while joking about the line, and killing Mike and Alan. The high school girls stopped laughing then, and began talking excitedly. One of them, the taller one, asked the shorter one if she had worked on her story anymore.
Remy paid, and while Rogue tried very hard to put this weird (in a completely new and usual way) meal out of her mind. They turned and left the diner, while the last two customers laughed again.
---
Dr. McCoy sniffed critically when he walked into his lab. The smell was still there. Bobby didn't have to be so destructive when he ran through the lab while being chased by a quasi-blue harpy. The Bengay had dried with in seconds of being stomped out of its tube by Rogue and Kitty, and after getting a gas mask the smell had set. He'd gotten most of it before he started cooking. The coking had helped him. It was soothing to know he could poison Bobby easily if the urge struck him. Not that he would do anything but joke about it, but the fact remained.
Jamie looked into the lab and wrinkled his nose at the smell. [Wow, I wonder what he was doin' in here?] "Dr. McCoy?"
Hank looked over at the intruder. "Yes Jamie?" [Is this about his homework? Honestly, assign someone a simple five paragraph essay and they act like it's the spanish inquisition.]
Jamie shifted uncomfortably. "I just wanna know what a word means."
Hank put down the rag he'd rinsed out, because Jamie usually didn't ask him things liek this. [Perhaps afraid I'll give him a technical explanaiton.] "Okay, what's the word?"
Jamie looked around, for Ororo. He knew the word was something dirty, but he didn't know what. He really hoped it didn't mean anything like ho. Rogue was never meaner to him than she was to everyone else. She was annoyed by him for the living thing he was, not because he was younger.
"Dominatrix."
Hank nodded his head, bringing out his proffesional side to avoid staring at Jamie. [I've never heard someone so young say that. Where in the. . .Jubilee.]
"Who said it?"
"Jubilee." [Oh jeeze. He's not gonna tell me, and I just got Jubilee in trouble.]
"Hmm, would you please tell her to come down here?" [I wonder how I knew.]
"I don't want to get her in trouble." Jamie said, pleading with Hank not to yell at Jubilee. "She was talkin' about Rogue." [D'oh!]
Hank looked at the frustrated boy and laughed inwardly. "Ah, so this was the rumor mill's doing. Why don't you tell me everything. There manot be any reason to get upset at all."
Jamie shook his head and tried to stop his mouth, but alas, little boys have big tongues they can not control (AN: Dirty). Soon he had told the whole story to a very grave looking Henry. ". . .But not everyone thinks Scott really saw that. I don't and Kitty and Kurt don't either."
[Oh dear. Seems Rogue has found herself in the middle of a gossip chain. We saw it coming. Hopefully it blows over before blood is shed, or our vacation begins.] "And you say Scott is the one who started it?" [Will wonders never cease? Rogue teams up with Remy, Scott and Jean decide to go out, and now Scott becomes gossipy. The end of the world will be soon.]
"I should probably talk to them when they get home. Ororo will make me into a rug if she finds out I didn't at least do that. I will not be telling my fellow teachers. . .yet. You should try to get the others to calm down."
Jamie noded and ran out the door. He stopped int he hall, smacked his forehead and ran back in. "You never told me what dominatrix means."
Hank looked at Jamie, as if testing him for maturity. "I can't explain it to someone as young as you. I'm sorry. There are dictionaries in most of the rooms though."
Jamie pouted and stalked out of the med lab. Hank shook his head and wonder why this sort of thing didn't happen to Logan. [Ah yes, he doesn't deign to stay if we might actually need him to do something beside disecting Sabretooth.]
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Kitty was mad. Bobby was standing in front of her, demanding his money already!
"There's no way the rumors are, like, true. They couldn't do it. Remy wouldn't live to see today, even if Rogue could touch."
Bobby pouted, knowing full well he'd lost, but hoping fort some kind of miracle. Just then Rogue and Remy walked through the door. They were talking about something or other, and Rogue laughed at what he said. They went to the closet, and Remy helped Rogue out of her coat before taking his coat off. Rogue similed at him, and they went inthe direction of the living room. Kitty looked downa t the floor.
"I'll, like, pay you when I get the money."
---
The living room doorway was congested with teenagers and pre-teens talking excitedly about something. Rogue thought she heard her name, but since it was also an adjective, it could have been nothing to do with her.
Dr. McCoy was next to the maddening crowd, chillin' like Dylan (yeah! I worked it in!). When he saw Rogue and Remy, he mentally braced himself for what was to come. [I can handle this. They have to know what the others are saying. Just a routine, 'I hope this isn't true; if it is don't let me catch you again, and please use condoms.' Oh dear.]
***
Well, things can only go down hill (for Rogue and Remy) from here. Tell me how downhill it should be in the last, or second to last chapter. Um, sorry this is so short. Didn't realize the lack of substance untill now. Ah well.
REVIEW, please.
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
I have made a decision. Instead of making this Saturday, and the next Friday the same story, they will be seperate. That way I can take a breather before diving back in, and keep chapter numbers low. This is one mother of a fic. The next one is two parts song fic, one part BoM stuff, and one part fangirlness coming out. I know you guys will appreciate what this mix can do.
Reviews
Sujakata-Thank you, I try my best, just for you. C'mon, aside from a few they're only allowed to be overly angsty and stuck in love triangles. This is not their usual fare of 'Jean's dangling Scott and Duncan, oh wait, now she's with Scott! Now Duncan! Now Scott!' It's fresh, and it's Rogue, Madmoiselle Untouchable (in all ways), and the ragin' Cajun. (gah! I hate that phrase! It burns!) The spying is illustrating the point that everyone is a voyer, just like everyone is a little bit of a masochist. I'm givin' ya the restaurant scene now, beb. Fresh and tasty, just for you!
Miranda-Merci. Yeah. I know all about over-protective catholic olde siblings; being one and all (my poor, poor brothers). More will be comin' your way chica.
J.Dax-I'm glad you think my story is of such high quality. I will update soon, and just for you, my loving reviewers, who shower me with praise, even if it is in short note form. *glowing smile* thank you for reviewing.
ishandaahalf-Correct. The spys didn't see it, so we're okay. I've only ever heard the word, so that is not a flaw in my perfection. Gah! They've become Kids WB only slower! Ag! Thank God I'm not Canadian. *Evil glares come my way* I mean, I don't have to watch Canadian tv, not yeah, I'll shut up now.
Psych. Venting is good. It's not dirty, unless you're thinking some poultry std. Yeah, he's wearin' her down alright. You just wait until what has now been elected the next fic and not chapter twenty through fourty. Well, yeah the X-men are wierd. Would we watch them if they were normal? They're bored, and it _is_ Rogue, Queen of the Misanthropes and Remy, Lord of All Things Female. There's gonna be talk. If someone found Jean's undies in Scott's room there would be talk as well. I think they're all very starved for action. (Especially Scott and Jean) I ran out of euphemisms. Fornicate is dirtier than the curse words for it, but I don't know why. I thought Kurt wouldn't know slang, being German and all, so he's limited to 'sex' and 'fornicate'.
Starlight-Ah! So you don't hate me. Welcome back to my awareness! *a hug is given out, followed by a cookie. Pick your favorite kind.* I can understand about not reviewing because of lack of something to say. It's okay, but only because it's you. Thaank you for sticking with me! *another hug is distributed, for the halibut.* I love my reviewers, even the sporadic ones. You guys are the only people who shower me with praise for my writing beside my best friend. It's nice to get anonymous praise.
Disclaimer
I don't own anything! I have a mortgage on my welfare check!
***
It took a while to drive to the place Remy was so determined to get to. On the way Rogue saw a sign that said 'Bayville citty limits', and another that said, 'Hamilton welcomes you'. She once again declined comment, knowing that whatever the reason for leaving Bayville, she would probably regret asking.
They walked into a smallish restaurant called Kathy's Corner. The ambiance was one of a quiet, cheap restaurant. There were two high school girls, both with dark brown hair and glasses, and bothe laughing their arses off, a middle schooler who couldn't see over the rim of his plate, and desperately needed a phone book to sit on, and a college boy with a coke and the sports section of a newspaper sitting in the restaurant. There were two adults, but they were in the corner by the window, and not speaking to one another. Remy could tell they had fought, and he hoped their bad vibes would be negated by the cheerful energy and comradory of the two high school girls chatting away behind the table he'd picked. It was in the opposite corner from the door, and looked out the large window, and was as far away from the fueding couple as he could get it.
Remy put his coat on the back of a chair, and turned to help Rogue whith her chair. She was already sitting, and pretending to hide a smile of satisfaction. The college boy rustled his newspaper and drank his Coke.
Another boy, about the same age as the college guy, with spiky blond hair, and an apron over his a Xavier T-shirt (local college, not Prof. X) came out of the kitchen with a notepad. He stopped at the table belonging to the high school girls (to comment on how 'cute' they were together), before taking Rogue and Remy's drink orders. The two girls were talking about books. Anne Rice and Laurel K. Hamilton to be exact.
"I don't know how vampires kill. I mean, they used to be human, so human sized stomaches. No way a vampire could hold more than two pints of blood." The shorter of the two said, while biting into her grilled cheese.
Rogue nodded while the taller one said, "Yeah, well maybe it's the shock. I mean one minute you're talkin' to someone, and them BOOM! they're drinking your blood. Probably a heart attack."
The spiky haired boy got a devilish look in his eyes. "Yeah, no way they could do that. I mean, how stupid would you have to be? I can't drink more than two pints of blood before _I_ get sick."
The two girls laughed again, and the middle school boy who could barely see over the rim of his plate snorted into his blt. Rogue grinned a little, and Remy really hoped the topic would switch before he got his chili.
The topic did change, and the two girls settled down while Remy and Rogue ate. One of the two adults left, and the remaining one looked at the bill. The remaining adult sighed and picked up the bill muttering about how, 'Chris is always making _me_ pay'.
The college boy finished his coke, and put down his sports section. He started to stretch every one of his vertabre carefully, taking as much time as he coul, until the spiky haired waiter came out and smacked him with a spatula, telling him to get to work.
The middle schooler went to the counter to pay, when a loud crash, and two even louder explitives, ran through the diner. The two high school girls looked up and laughed (AN: big surprise). Remy laughed too, while pulling on his coat. Rogue had hers on, and was trying to look into the kitchen without looking like she was looking into the kitchen, when Remy got in line behind the middle schooler to pay for dinner.
The owner of the restaurant, Kathy herself, went up to the counter and rang up the boy, while joking about the line, and killing Mike and Alan. The high school girls stopped laughing then, and began talking excitedly. One of them, the taller one, asked the shorter one if she had worked on her story anymore.
Remy paid, and while Rogue tried very hard to put this weird (in a completely new and usual way) meal out of her mind. They turned and left the diner, while the last two customers laughed again.
---
Dr. McCoy sniffed critically when he walked into his lab. The smell was still there. Bobby didn't have to be so destructive when he ran through the lab while being chased by a quasi-blue harpy. The Bengay had dried with in seconds of being stomped out of its tube by Rogue and Kitty, and after getting a gas mask the smell had set. He'd gotten most of it before he started cooking. The coking had helped him. It was soothing to know he could poison Bobby easily if the urge struck him. Not that he would do anything but joke about it, but the fact remained.
Jamie looked into the lab and wrinkled his nose at the smell. [Wow, I wonder what he was doin' in here?] "Dr. McCoy?"
Hank looked over at the intruder. "Yes Jamie?" [Is this about his homework? Honestly, assign someone a simple five paragraph essay and they act like it's the spanish inquisition.]
Jamie shifted uncomfortably. "I just wanna know what a word means."
Hank put down the rag he'd rinsed out, because Jamie usually didn't ask him things liek this. [Perhaps afraid I'll give him a technical explanaiton.] "Okay, what's the word?"
Jamie looked around, for Ororo. He knew the word was something dirty, but he didn't know what. He really hoped it didn't mean anything like ho. Rogue was never meaner to him than she was to everyone else. She was annoyed by him for the living thing he was, not because he was younger.
"Dominatrix."
Hank nodded his head, bringing out his proffesional side to avoid staring at Jamie. [I've never heard someone so young say that. Where in the. . .Jubilee.]
"Who said it?"
"Jubilee." [Oh jeeze. He's not gonna tell me, and I just got Jubilee in trouble.]
"Hmm, would you please tell her to come down here?" [I wonder how I knew.]
"I don't want to get her in trouble." Jamie said, pleading with Hank not to yell at Jubilee. "She was talkin' about Rogue." [D'oh!]
Hank looked at the frustrated boy and laughed inwardly. "Ah, so this was the rumor mill's doing. Why don't you tell me everything. There manot be any reason to get upset at all."
Jamie shook his head and tried to stop his mouth, but alas, little boys have big tongues they can not control (AN: Dirty). Soon he had told the whole story to a very grave looking Henry. ". . .But not everyone thinks Scott really saw that. I don't and Kitty and Kurt don't either."
[Oh dear. Seems Rogue has found herself in the middle of a gossip chain. We saw it coming. Hopefully it blows over before blood is shed, or our vacation begins.] "And you say Scott is the one who started it?" [Will wonders never cease? Rogue teams up with Remy, Scott and Jean decide to go out, and now Scott becomes gossipy. The end of the world will be soon.]
"I should probably talk to them when they get home. Ororo will make me into a rug if she finds out I didn't at least do that. I will not be telling my fellow teachers. . .yet. You should try to get the others to calm down."
Jamie noded and ran out the door. He stopped int he hall, smacked his forehead and ran back in. "You never told me what dominatrix means."
Hank looked at Jamie, as if testing him for maturity. "I can't explain it to someone as young as you. I'm sorry. There are dictionaries in most of the rooms though."
Jamie pouted and stalked out of the med lab. Hank shook his head and wonder why this sort of thing didn't happen to Logan. [Ah yes, he doesn't deign to stay if we might actually need him to do something beside disecting Sabretooth.]
---
Kitty was mad. Bobby was standing in front of her, demanding his money already!
"There's no way the rumors are, like, true. They couldn't do it. Remy wouldn't live to see today, even if Rogue could touch."
Bobby pouted, knowing full well he'd lost, but hoping fort some kind of miracle. Just then Rogue and Remy walked through the door. They were talking about something or other, and Rogue laughed at what he said. They went to the closet, and Remy helped Rogue out of her coat before taking his coat off. Rogue similed at him, and they went inthe direction of the living room. Kitty looked downa t the floor.
"I'll, like, pay you when I get the money."
---
The living room doorway was congested with teenagers and pre-teens talking excitedly about something. Rogue thought she heard her name, but since it was also an adjective, it could have been nothing to do with her.
Dr. McCoy was next to the maddening crowd, chillin' like Dylan (yeah! I worked it in!). When he saw Rogue and Remy, he mentally braced himself for what was to come. [I can handle this. They have to know what the others are saying. Just a routine, 'I hope this isn't true; if it is don't let me catch you again, and please use condoms.' Oh dear.]
***
Well, things can only go down hill (for Rogue and Remy) from here. Tell me how downhill it should be in the last, or second to last chapter. Um, sorry this is so short. Didn't realize the lack of substance untill now. Ah well.
REVIEW, please.
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith