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Chapter 7
By the time they made it back to the Institute it was dark and Scott let them in.
"Summers," Lance greeted coldly.
"Alvers," Scott replied (A.N.: Is that how you spell Lance's last name).
"Stop it, both of you!" said Jean sternly as she walked in with Wanda and Rouge.
But of course they didn't and while Lance and Scott had their battle of wits the women got to talking.
"So, will you be spending the night with us, Wanda?" asked Jean.
"No, I should actually be getting back, Pietro would've noticed my absence by now." said Wanda.
"Take Lance with you." said Kitty, "I think he's had enough for like one day."
Whadda ya mean?" asked Rogue.
Kitty smiled, "I'll tell you later."
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Meanwhile back at the lab they hit rock bottom and then they found a jackhammer (Oh, ya like you couldn't figure it out on your own! C'mon people you have been paying attention, right?!).
"Whose idea was it to make him throw, again?" asked Logan as he wiped Remy's mouth with a wet towel for what seemed like the thousandth time, "He's been vomiting for two hours."
"Logan, if you want a break I'll send for Storm." offered Professor Xavior.
"That's ok Chuck," Logan reconsidered when he saw Remy shudder.
"It doesn't make any sense," said Hank as he looked through a microscope, "I don't see anything, but alcohol. You're sure you had three, right?"
"(cough) Remy's sure"
Hank shot a disbelieving look toward Logan.
"He's telling the truth Hank. He had a beer, a cosmopolitan and some sex on the beach." Logan explained.
Before Hank had a chance to respond Rouge walked in.
"Ah know ah didn't here what ah thought ah heard." said the sultry southern belle.
"It's a mixed drink, get your mind outta the gutter, Stripes." said Logan.
"Sure, whatever, Jean sent me down with Gambit's stuff and what happened down here? It looks like El Nino threw a party and forgot to clean up." said Rouge as she turned to leave.
"Wait a minute, Rouge." said Professor X, "I need you to watch Remy for a few minutes, while we talk."
"You're kiddin' me, right?" asked Rouge sarcastically.
"C'mon stripes he can't be that bad, can he?" asked Logan mockingly as he handed the towel to Rogue.
"Lock your door tonight." Rogue said narrowing her eyes.
"Be nice," growled Logan, "I mean it stripes, don't hurt him or it's just gonna be you and me tomorrow morning in the Danger room."
With that Rouge and Remy were left alone.
Rogue looked at the cold, damp towel in her hand and then Remy, "What the hell are you lookin' at Swamp Rat?"
"Remy be lookin' at a sight for (cough) sore eyes, Chère."
"Spare me," Rogue rolled her eyes.
"What you tink Gambit be (cough) lyin', Chère? Dat's not nice."
"Don't push me, Cajun! Ah swear, even afta two hours throwin' up you somehow find the energy to hit on any woman within earshot."
"Spose your right, you tink Remy would learn, but non." Remy said as he slumped down beside the cabinet hugging .his lower torso.
"What are you babblin' about?" asked an annoyed Rogue.
"Last night, chère, I met a beautiful woman with white hair and violet eyes(cough)."
"So?" asked Rogue as she ran the towel under cold water.
*Rogue, keep him talking* the Professor's came through loud and clear in Rogue's head *Maybe he can answer some of our questions*
"Why me?" thought Rogue.
"(cough) I'm probably borin' you 'dough" Remy said as he put his head back against cabinet.
"You'd be surprised how much it takes to bore me, Swamp Rat. I live here don't I?" said Rogue in a bit of disgust, "Where'd you meet her?"
"Sub Zero, a new club in de city, rrrrr," Remy growled as he shifted his weight.
"Ya'll right?" asked Rough as she wrung out the towel.
"I tought you din' care, Chère."
"Ah'm still on the fence."
"Still on de fence?! (cough) Well den I guess Remy jus' gonna have to tell you 'bout the rest of de evenin'."
"Like ah got a choice," said Rogue as she sat down beside Remy, "So, you met a woman, so what?"
"So, she was runnin' away from sometin', she din say. She also had dis odd accent."
"Ya don't say," said Rogue sarcastically.
The conversation continued on for about a half hour with constant prompting from the professor before Hank came back in to relieve Rogue. The only useful piece of information Remy gave them was the location, Sub Zero.
"Alright Rogue, I think you've suffered enough for one night." said Mr. McCoy with a big smile, "Why don't you take Remy to one of the recovery rooms. I think he's had enough for one night."
Hank took a phonebook out of one of the drawers of his desk and then walked out again.
Rogue helped Remy to his feet and out of the lab to a recovery room. She sat Remy down on the bed and turned to retrieve his duffle bag. Although before she turned to leave, she spun around to face him.
"Don't even think about leaving this room or I will personally beat the ever living crap out you, got it?" asked Rogue.
"Oui, Chère" said Remy with a new found fear for Rogue.
"Good, now lay down. No, all the way down. Good boy, Now STAY!"
By the time Rogue returned with Remy's stuff; Logan was standing in the room taking Remy' shoes off.
"Logan what are you." Rogue began as she put the duffle bag down.
"SSSHHHhhh, Stripes! He finally went to sleep, let's try to keep it that way," Logan scolded.
"Did you want me to stay up with him?" asked Rogue trying to hide her true longing to stay in the room with Remy.
"That's ok, you go off to bed. I think the professor if going to send Storm down later." said Logan.
"I thought he didn't like bein' around Storm too much." Rogue ventured.
"He doesn't." said Logan with a wicked smile.
"And Ah'm the one who is supposed to be nice?" asked Rogue cynically.
The two smirked at each other and walked back up to the main hall together. There they parted ways. Logan went off to go start a bar room brawl to make up for his missed training session earlier, although the afternoon wasn't a total loose. I mean he came as close to torturing one of Mags guys as mutantly possible Chuck would ever let him. The afternoon hadn't been a total loose.
Rogue on the other hand went back to her room to hear Kitty tell how she almost gave Lance a heart attack earlier. Normally Rogue would have told Kitty to go F-herself sideways with a chainsaw, but for some reason she was in a surprisingly good mood that evening.
Chapter 7
By the time they made it back to the Institute it was dark and Scott let them in.
"Summers," Lance greeted coldly.
"Alvers," Scott replied (A.N.: Is that how you spell Lance's last name).
"Stop it, both of you!" said Jean sternly as she walked in with Wanda and Rouge.
But of course they didn't and while Lance and Scott had their battle of wits the women got to talking.
"So, will you be spending the night with us, Wanda?" asked Jean.
"No, I should actually be getting back, Pietro would've noticed my absence by now." said Wanda.
"Take Lance with you." said Kitty, "I think he's had enough for like one day."
Whadda ya mean?" asked Rogue.
Kitty smiled, "I'll tell you later."
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Meanwhile back at the lab they hit rock bottom and then they found a jackhammer (Oh, ya like you couldn't figure it out on your own! C'mon people you have been paying attention, right?!).
"Whose idea was it to make him throw, again?" asked Logan as he wiped Remy's mouth with a wet towel for what seemed like the thousandth time, "He's been vomiting for two hours."
"Logan, if you want a break I'll send for Storm." offered Professor Xavior.
"That's ok Chuck," Logan reconsidered when he saw Remy shudder.
"It doesn't make any sense," said Hank as he looked through a microscope, "I don't see anything, but alcohol. You're sure you had three, right?"
"(cough) Remy's sure"
Hank shot a disbelieving look toward Logan.
"He's telling the truth Hank. He had a beer, a cosmopolitan and some sex on the beach." Logan explained.
Before Hank had a chance to respond Rouge walked in.
"Ah know ah didn't here what ah thought ah heard." said the sultry southern belle.
"It's a mixed drink, get your mind outta the gutter, Stripes." said Logan.
"Sure, whatever, Jean sent me down with Gambit's stuff and what happened down here? It looks like El Nino threw a party and forgot to clean up." said Rouge as she turned to leave.
"Wait a minute, Rouge." said Professor X, "I need you to watch Remy for a few minutes, while we talk."
"You're kiddin' me, right?" asked Rouge sarcastically.
"C'mon stripes he can't be that bad, can he?" asked Logan mockingly as he handed the towel to Rogue.
"Lock your door tonight." Rogue said narrowing her eyes.
"Be nice," growled Logan, "I mean it stripes, don't hurt him or it's just gonna be you and me tomorrow morning in the Danger room."
With that Rouge and Remy were left alone.
Rogue looked at the cold, damp towel in her hand and then Remy, "What the hell are you lookin' at Swamp Rat?"
"Remy be lookin' at a sight for (cough) sore eyes, Chère."
"Spare me," Rogue rolled her eyes.
"What you tink Gambit be (cough) lyin', Chère? Dat's not nice."
"Don't push me, Cajun! Ah swear, even afta two hours throwin' up you somehow find the energy to hit on any woman within earshot."
"Spose your right, you tink Remy would learn, but non." Remy said as he slumped down beside the cabinet hugging .his lower torso.
"What are you babblin' about?" asked an annoyed Rogue.
"Last night, chère, I met a beautiful woman with white hair and violet eyes(cough)."
"So?" asked Rogue as she ran the towel under cold water.
*Rogue, keep him talking* the Professor's came through loud and clear in Rogue's head *Maybe he can answer some of our questions*
"Why me?" thought Rogue.
"(cough) I'm probably borin' you 'dough" Remy said as he put his head back against cabinet.
"You'd be surprised how much it takes to bore me, Swamp Rat. I live here don't I?" said Rogue in a bit of disgust, "Where'd you meet her?"
"Sub Zero, a new club in de city, rrrrr," Remy growled as he shifted his weight.
"Ya'll right?" asked Rough as she wrung out the towel.
"I tought you din' care, Chère."
"Ah'm still on the fence."
"Still on de fence?! (cough) Well den I guess Remy jus' gonna have to tell you 'bout the rest of de evenin'."
"Like ah got a choice," said Rogue as she sat down beside Remy, "So, you met a woman, so what?"
"So, she was runnin' away from sometin', she din say. She also had dis odd accent."
"Ya don't say," said Rogue sarcastically.
The conversation continued on for about a half hour with constant prompting from the professor before Hank came back in to relieve Rogue. The only useful piece of information Remy gave them was the location, Sub Zero.
"Alright Rogue, I think you've suffered enough for one night." said Mr. McCoy with a big smile, "Why don't you take Remy to one of the recovery rooms. I think he's had enough for one night."
Hank took a phonebook out of one of the drawers of his desk and then walked out again.
Rogue helped Remy to his feet and out of the lab to a recovery room. She sat Remy down on the bed and turned to retrieve his duffle bag. Although before she turned to leave, she spun around to face him.
"Don't even think about leaving this room or I will personally beat the ever living crap out you, got it?" asked Rogue.
"Oui, Chère" said Remy with a new found fear for Rogue.
"Good, now lay down. No, all the way down. Good boy, Now STAY!"
By the time Rogue returned with Remy's stuff; Logan was standing in the room taking Remy' shoes off.
"Logan what are you." Rogue began as she put the duffle bag down.
"SSSHHHhhh, Stripes! He finally went to sleep, let's try to keep it that way," Logan scolded.
"Did you want me to stay up with him?" asked Rogue trying to hide her true longing to stay in the room with Remy.
"That's ok, you go off to bed. I think the professor if going to send Storm down later." said Logan.
"I thought he didn't like bein' around Storm too much." Rogue ventured.
"He doesn't." said Logan with a wicked smile.
"And Ah'm the one who is supposed to be nice?" asked Rogue cynically.
The two smirked at each other and walked back up to the main hall together. There they parted ways. Logan went off to go start a bar room brawl to make up for his missed training session earlier, although the afternoon wasn't a total loose. I mean he came as close to torturing one of Mags guys as mutantly possible Chuck would ever let him. The afternoon hadn't been a total loose.
Rogue on the other hand went back to her room to hear Kitty tell how she almost gave Lance a heart attack earlier. Normally Rogue would have told Kitty to go F-herself sideways with a chainsaw, but for some reason she was in a surprisingly good mood that evening.