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ishandahalf-Ack! No! I'm so misunderstood! Yes, uppercase is so superior for those stronger emotions. Hmm. Do you welcome them as a citizen of Hamilton? No, you never mentioned it. It's the county I live in. I'm the taller of the two laughing girls (my proofreader, the awesome Carly is the shorter one). Wow, I'm the coolest person ever. I feel loved. I just put it in to placate my self-insertness, and point out two things; that vampires do not kill from blood loss (!!!) and that there is a world beyond the institiute, and they don't always immediatly scream 'Mutant!' when ever an X-man walks into a restaurant. Rogue's gonna give someone Hell for this, that's all I can say. I'm glad you've fulfilled yourself because of me. Thank you, and I will keep it up.
Sujakata-*hugs back* Yes, I feel very close to those freaky restaurant people. I kinda described my lunch with my friend on the first day of exams. (ag! I've self-inserted!) Rogue is gonna freak, of course. Bobby may want to skip town for the rest of his life. I haven't forgotten his just deserts. Don't worry, at least you don't have an evil Sinister wanna be side. * head is bowed in shame* Dude has the stupidest name in all of comic book history, and I chose to emulate him. *Looking up, with a slightly crazed smile.* But I could be an evil genius if I gave a damn. (don't feel bad, I did my make-up like Frank N. Furter everyday for a week. I even had a boa. I wore it to school.) Yeah, well, Peter Pan may be a pansy, but he'll still be a kid when we're all buying denture glue, so he's cool in my book. Will do Suj.
Rogue-It will be different. I believe both Remy and Hank survive it. I can't quite remember. Beside, if I kill them off, they'll only be Marvel dead. *An insidious laugh* Oh, I do love how Marvel gives us the opportunity to do horrendous things to a character, a slow and painful death, and then it was just the character's clone, or they survived having their organs ripped out by tenacity alone. God bless Marvel.
J.Dax- Yeah. I can't really have one of the teachers die though. He may get shot in the foot though. Poor, poor Hank. I think Bobby will die first, but probably because he seems like the type to stick a penny in the wall outlet to see what it feels like. Hmm. maybe I should write the untimely ends of all the X-men, and make it funny. Next project!
Miranda-Glad you like it. Jamie is so cute, in a little boy kinda way (I sounded like a pedophile just then (not how I meant it)). Oh, the imagrey is so awesome. I greatly enjoyed writing that part. Thanks for reviewing!
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"Excuse, Rogue, Remy, I need to talk to you for a second." Rogue nodded, and looked oddly at he crowd that was now buzzing louder. Remy was behind her, so she didn't see what Jamie did. Remy looked nervous. Really nervous. Jamie saw that Rogue looked confused, and was, himself, confused. He'd asked Logan what dominatrix meant, and the explanation had left him scarred for life. [If Rogue doesn't know. . . Remy wouldn't, would he? No, Rogue would kill him if she thought that at all. But if she doesn't know. . .oh man, I watch way too many soap operas. Darn you Jubilee!] Jamie ran off to his room, to contemplate whether Remy would do such a thing. (AN:Where the hell did that come from?)
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Scott walked away from the gossiping people. He was emabarrased that his chilidshness had started all this. He was too busy feelign sorry for himself to look where he was going. He ran into an equally broody Jean.
"Oh, sorry Scott."
"No, it's my fault."
They lookied at each other akwardly for a minute. the newer recruits, and Kurt and Kitty's relationship radars went off, and tehy went to watch Scott and Jean be akward.
"Hmm, everyone does forget their manners and stare at you in this hall way. who knew, Scott?"
"Rogue and Risty" [let's go talk int he study.]
['kay.]
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"Okay, we screwed up." Jean said, pacing a little. Scott nodded.
"The embarrassment should keep anymore incidents like this in check." Another nod form Scott.
"I don't even want to think about how it happened this time." A nod and a shudder.
"Can we make this better?" Scott shook his head glumly.
"Oh well, It's a. . .lesson, for the other students. They won't do anything becasue of all the grief Rogue and Remy are getting."
Scott spoke up. "I don't think they've actually gotten any grief yet. I'm pretty sure we would be giving Remy post-humous probation if Rogue heard any of the rumors. Especially the satanic intervention one. Rogue will scream that she is not a devil worshiper, kill anyone who even heard that rumor, and then do inhumane things to Remy.
"She would then realize, oops, she is evil, and go on a rampage with Wanda. This would be bad. We just have to hope that she doesn't freak out too bad. The collateral damage would be terrible."
Jean looked at Scott, who had said it all very calmly, and wondered what the hell was wrong with him currently. [First, a prank, for revnege! And now, Rogue freaking out and becoming a serial killer. I'm dating a psycho. Wonder if this is how Remy feels? Bad thought! No, Rogue is just, a little aloof. Understandable. Oh, shut up brain.]
Both left to ponder what they thought.
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"Rogue, Remy, I suppose you know why you're here." Hank said, sitting in his computer chair, facing the two teen agers. This nessitated his sitting backward in the chair. It was attatched to the floor, for reasons only he could fathom.
"Um, Ah think because of the royal mess we made tryin' ta kill Bobby, but Ah don't know, 'cause Remy didn't run throuh here like a bat outta hell." Rogue said, and Hank nodded.
"I'm glad to hear you say that Rogue. There are some rumors you should probably know about though. The younger students believe that you and Remy have had. . .sexual intercourse." The last bit was quiet, and Remy could hear Rogue getting pissed off. Not just feel it, although he did feel her anger go up about twenty notches; but actually hear her being mad. It was scary.
"What? People think Ah've done the deed with Remy? Are they nuts?"
Hank sighed. "I don't know where the idea came from, but the rumors claim to have their origin with Scott, thus the need for this discussion." He was sure this would not end well.
Rogue started to ask how. Then she looked at Remy, who was sheepishly (!) holding a pair of _her_ underwear. [Oh God. Why me? Ah swear Bobby's gonna die.] Remy saw her face go red, and slipped the undies back in his pocket, before Hank thought to look at him.
Hank noticed Rogue's change in color. A quick look at Remy, who was shaking his head, made him conclude. . . "I dont' want to know, do I?"
Rogue turned redder, but from anger, not embarasment anymore.
"Bobby trashed my room, an' dumped Rogue's drawerws in m' room. She picked up evryt'in' she saw, but apparently missed a pair, 'cause dat's what Scott saw. HEr an' me, y' know, can't, wouldn't, an' well, don't."
Hank would have blushed were he not a man of science, and a doctor to boot (AN:He's dead Jim!).
"I asumed, knowing your amorous, and, ahem, creative nature. . .well."
Remy knew he should be offended, but it had been his first assumption as well, so he couldn't be too harsh on Dr. McCoy (AN:he's a doctor, not a therapist!).
"Thank you for tellin' us this Doctah McCoy." (AN:*A hand is put over author's mouth saving you froma another Star Trek reference.) Rogue said, while smiling just evilly enough to make Dr. . . Hank leery about her intentions.
Remy didn't know what to do. He'd been nervouse Hank would cite some of the more extreme rumors, which by now would be terrible. The people upstairs probably thought he would need bandages for his whip/bite marks, and that Rogue was going to have either his (or one of the other nameless men involved), baby. He kinda hoped that somewhere in the midst of the more conventional theories Satanic intervention was a line of thinking. He'd never heard that sort of rumor before. He pondered this, and the fact that the news was a step back in his plans while stopping Rogue from mercilessly killing the innocent. . .well, naive children upstairs.
"Okay, tell me exactly what ya know about this, an' don't lie ta me or Ah swear ta God Ah'll find some way ta sick Logan on ya an' laugh as he rips yo' ass ta shreds." Rogue was glaring at him. She hadn't done that for about a week. He had not missed it.
"I went out t' get paint f'r de proffesor's stripes, red by de way, an' I ran into Scott goin' t' hide it. He asked, in de worl's mos' round about way, If I had made love to y'. I tol' him no, an' t' piss off. I wne in m' room,thinking he'd lost his min' an' 'bout tripped over y' panties."He finished, pulling out said undergarment again, this time handing them to Rogue.
"Why it hafta be that pair?"
"Dunno. Betcha Bobby got a kick outta dese." [How many ore like 'em y' got?]
[He ain't made one sexual comment about those underwear. Is he sick?]
"Yeah, creep. He desrves what he's gettin' times ten." Rogue said, with false righteousness dripping off every sylable."
[Worked m' way outta dat one nicely.]
"Oh yeah."
"Can we do it tomorrow?"
"Nah, keep wit' de original plan. Put a little of de fear of Rogue ion 'em."
"Ah like how ya think." [AH hope not too much. . .]
[Well, I hope so. One of dese days I'm speakin' m' mind. I'll wait 'til y' trust me.]
Both of them smiled. Rogue uneasilly, and Remy at what Rogue hoped wasn't an inner pin-up of her in the microscopic piece of lace in her hands. Theyt walked down the hall together, and parted ways, as Remy contiued on to the elevator, and Rogue decided to take the stairs for maximum thinking time.
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Well, that's all she wrote. Next part, SOUS 3.5: Next Friday.
REVIEW, please.
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews
ishandahalf-Ack! No! I'm so misunderstood! Yes, uppercase is so superior for those stronger emotions. Hmm. Do you welcome them as a citizen of Hamilton? No, you never mentioned it. It's the county I live in. I'm the taller of the two laughing girls (my proofreader, the awesome Carly is the shorter one). Wow, I'm the coolest person ever. I feel loved. I just put it in to placate my self-insertness, and point out two things; that vampires do not kill from blood loss (!!!) and that there is a world beyond the institiute, and they don't always immediatly scream 'Mutant!' when ever an X-man walks into a restaurant. Rogue's gonna give someone Hell for this, that's all I can say. I'm glad you've fulfilled yourself because of me. Thank you, and I will keep it up.
Sujakata-*hugs back* Yes, I feel very close to those freaky restaurant people. I kinda described my lunch with my friend on the first day of exams. (ag! I've self-inserted!) Rogue is gonna freak, of course. Bobby may want to skip town for the rest of his life. I haven't forgotten his just deserts. Don't worry, at least you don't have an evil Sinister wanna be side. * head is bowed in shame* Dude has the stupidest name in all of comic book history, and I chose to emulate him. *Looking up, with a slightly crazed smile.* But I could be an evil genius if I gave a damn. (don't feel bad, I did my make-up like Frank N. Furter everyday for a week. I even had a boa. I wore it to school.) Yeah, well, Peter Pan may be a pansy, but he'll still be a kid when we're all buying denture glue, so he's cool in my book. Will do Suj.
Rogue-It will be different. I believe both Remy and Hank survive it. I can't quite remember. Beside, if I kill them off, they'll only be Marvel dead. *An insidious laugh* Oh, I do love how Marvel gives us the opportunity to do horrendous things to a character, a slow and painful death, and then it was just the character's clone, or they survived having their organs ripped out by tenacity alone. God bless Marvel.
J.Dax- Yeah. I can't really have one of the teachers die though. He may get shot in the foot though. Poor, poor Hank. I think Bobby will die first, but probably because he seems like the type to stick a penny in the wall outlet to see what it feels like. Hmm. maybe I should write the untimely ends of all the X-men, and make it funny. Next project!
Miranda-Glad you like it. Jamie is so cute, in a little boy kinda way (I sounded like a pedophile just then (not how I meant it)). Oh, the imagrey is so awesome. I greatly enjoyed writing that part. Thanks for reviewing!
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"Excuse, Rogue, Remy, I need to talk to you for a second." Rogue nodded, and looked oddly at he crowd that was now buzzing louder. Remy was behind her, so she didn't see what Jamie did. Remy looked nervous. Really nervous. Jamie saw that Rogue looked confused, and was, himself, confused. He'd asked Logan what dominatrix meant, and the explanation had left him scarred for life. [If Rogue doesn't know. . . Remy wouldn't, would he? No, Rogue would kill him if she thought that at all. But if she doesn't know. . .oh man, I watch way too many soap operas. Darn you Jubilee!] Jamie ran off to his room, to contemplate whether Remy would do such a thing. (AN:Where the hell did that come from?)
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Scott walked away from the gossiping people. He was emabarrased that his chilidshness had started all this. He was too busy feelign sorry for himself to look where he was going. He ran into an equally broody Jean.
"Oh, sorry Scott."
"No, it's my fault."
They lookied at each other akwardly for a minute. the newer recruits, and Kurt and Kitty's relationship radars went off, and tehy went to watch Scott and Jean be akward.
"Hmm, everyone does forget their manners and stare at you in this hall way. who knew, Scott?"
"Rogue and Risty" [let's go talk int he study.]
['kay.]
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"Okay, we screwed up." Jean said, pacing a little. Scott nodded.
"The embarrassment should keep anymore incidents like this in check." Another nod form Scott.
"I don't even want to think about how it happened this time." A nod and a shudder.
"Can we make this better?" Scott shook his head glumly.
"Oh well, It's a. . .lesson, for the other students. They won't do anything becasue of all the grief Rogue and Remy are getting."
Scott spoke up. "I don't think they've actually gotten any grief yet. I'm pretty sure we would be giving Remy post-humous probation if Rogue heard any of the rumors. Especially the satanic intervention one. Rogue will scream that she is not a devil worshiper, kill anyone who even heard that rumor, and then do inhumane things to Remy.
"She would then realize, oops, she is evil, and go on a rampage with Wanda. This would be bad. We just have to hope that she doesn't freak out too bad. The collateral damage would be terrible."
Jean looked at Scott, who had said it all very calmly, and wondered what the hell was wrong with him currently. [First, a prank, for revnege! And now, Rogue freaking out and becoming a serial killer. I'm dating a psycho. Wonder if this is how Remy feels? Bad thought! No, Rogue is just, a little aloof. Understandable. Oh, shut up brain.]
Both left to ponder what they thought.
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"Rogue, Remy, I suppose you know why you're here." Hank said, sitting in his computer chair, facing the two teen agers. This nessitated his sitting backward in the chair. It was attatched to the floor, for reasons only he could fathom.
"Um, Ah think because of the royal mess we made tryin' ta kill Bobby, but Ah don't know, 'cause Remy didn't run throuh here like a bat outta hell." Rogue said, and Hank nodded.
"I'm glad to hear you say that Rogue. There are some rumors you should probably know about though. The younger students believe that you and Remy have had. . .sexual intercourse." The last bit was quiet, and Remy could hear Rogue getting pissed off. Not just feel it, although he did feel her anger go up about twenty notches; but actually hear her being mad. It was scary.
"What? People think Ah've done the deed with Remy? Are they nuts?"
Hank sighed. "I don't know where the idea came from, but the rumors claim to have their origin with Scott, thus the need for this discussion." He was sure this would not end well.
Rogue started to ask how. Then she looked at Remy, who was sheepishly (!) holding a pair of _her_ underwear. [Oh God. Why me? Ah swear Bobby's gonna die.] Remy saw her face go red, and slipped the undies back in his pocket, before Hank thought to look at him.
Hank noticed Rogue's change in color. A quick look at Remy, who was shaking his head, made him conclude. . . "I dont' want to know, do I?"
Rogue turned redder, but from anger, not embarasment anymore.
"Bobby trashed my room, an' dumped Rogue's drawerws in m' room. She picked up evryt'in' she saw, but apparently missed a pair, 'cause dat's what Scott saw. HEr an' me, y' know, can't, wouldn't, an' well, don't."
Hank would have blushed were he not a man of science, and a doctor to boot (AN:He's dead Jim!).
"I asumed, knowing your amorous, and, ahem, creative nature. . .well."
Remy knew he should be offended, but it had been his first assumption as well, so he couldn't be too harsh on Dr. McCoy (AN:he's a doctor, not a therapist!).
"Thank you for tellin' us this Doctah McCoy." (AN:*A hand is put over author's mouth saving you froma another Star Trek reference.) Rogue said, while smiling just evilly enough to make Dr. . . Hank leery about her intentions.
Remy didn't know what to do. He'd been nervouse Hank would cite some of the more extreme rumors, which by now would be terrible. The people upstairs probably thought he would need bandages for his whip/bite marks, and that Rogue was going to have either his (or one of the other nameless men involved), baby. He kinda hoped that somewhere in the midst of the more conventional theories Satanic intervention was a line of thinking. He'd never heard that sort of rumor before. He pondered this, and the fact that the news was a step back in his plans while stopping Rogue from mercilessly killing the innocent. . .well, naive children upstairs.
"Okay, tell me exactly what ya know about this, an' don't lie ta me or Ah swear ta God Ah'll find some way ta sick Logan on ya an' laugh as he rips yo' ass ta shreds." Rogue was glaring at him. She hadn't done that for about a week. He had not missed it.
"I went out t' get paint f'r de proffesor's stripes, red by de way, an' I ran into Scott goin' t' hide it. He asked, in de worl's mos' round about way, If I had made love to y'. I tol' him no, an' t' piss off. I wne in m' room,thinking he'd lost his min' an' 'bout tripped over y' panties."He finished, pulling out said undergarment again, this time handing them to Rogue.
"Why it hafta be that pair?"
"Dunno. Betcha Bobby got a kick outta dese." [How many ore like 'em y' got?]
[He ain't made one sexual comment about those underwear. Is he sick?]
"Yeah, creep. He desrves what he's gettin' times ten." Rogue said, with false righteousness dripping off every sylable."
[Worked m' way outta dat one nicely.]
"Oh yeah."
"Can we do it tomorrow?"
"Nah, keep wit' de original plan. Put a little of de fear of Rogue ion 'em."
"Ah like how ya think." [AH hope not too much. . .]
[Well, I hope so. One of dese days I'm speakin' m' mind. I'll wait 'til y' trust me.]
Both of them smiled. Rogue uneasilly, and Remy at what Rogue hoped wasn't an inner pin-up of her in the microscopic piece of lace in her hands. Theyt walked down the hall together, and parted ways, as Remy contiued on to the elevator, and Rogue decided to take the stairs for maximum thinking time.
***
Well, that's all she wrote. Next part, SOUS 3.5: Next Friday.
REVIEW, please.
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith