Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the International Assassin of course.
It had been two days since Lani had left the Xavior Institute and everyone was on edge. There came a knock at the door, Scott opened to find a FedEx guy by the name of Steve.
"I'm looking for a Chuck X," said Steve not wanting to even attempt to pronounce the last name.
"This way," motioned Scott as he led Steve to the Prof's office.
After Steve got the Prof's signature he drove away leaving behind a slightly rectangular box.
"What do you think it is, Professor?" asked Scott.
"It's from her," snorted Logan.
"Well, it has been two days," ventured Hank.
The trio opened the box to find multi-colored packing peanuts, Magneto's Helmet and photo of Lani and Wanda on a small sailboat, sunning themselves in Greece.
That's when Scott made a rather strange observation, "Hey, Professor, isn't Lani wearing Magneto's 'detective' hat?"
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Back in the medical lab the M*A*S*H marathon raged on. Remy who had gone back to bed after his father and aunt left, woke up thirsty and wondered into the dim med lab for some water. As Remy drank out of the paper cup he watched the TV suspended in the corner of the room. Behind him he heard the door close and the deadbolt locked.
"What de HELL?!" Remy crushed the paper cup in his hand as he spun around.
"If ya'll were thirsty, whay didn't ya come an' fin' me, Swamp Rat," asked Rogue who had been standing behind the door in nothing, but one of those crappy, blue paper hospital gowns with two glasses in one hand and a pitcher of martini (A.N.: is singular or plural in this case?) in the other.
Remy gave her a strange look, "Here, Chere?"
"Ya," said Rogue advancing, "I figure you need some good memories in this room if yer gonna be in heah so of'en. Hopefully then you'll relax a little."
"Won't dey hear us?" asked Remy looking around the room.
"Not, vary lahkly, this room is sound proof. Now, get yer ass on the examining table, it's tahm for yer examination!"
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3 hours and 21 minutes later Rogue and Remy parted company. Remy went back to bed a new man and looked forward to many blissful hours of uninterrupted slumber. Rogue on the other hand was not so fortunate to make it all the way back to her room.
"STRIPES!" yelled Logan.
Rogue spun around to come face to face with the irate Canadian, "Ya?"
"I'm only gonna ask you one more time, where in the HELL is HALF- PINT? And if you don't give me a straight answer we're gonna spend the next month of Sunday mornings together!"
"The truth is." Rogue trailed off.
"I'm waiting, Stripes!" yelled Logan.
"Were playin' a game!" Rogue blurted out. Great now where was she going to go with this?
"A game, huh? What's it called?" Logan crossed his arms and glared at her.
".uh.Pounce, it's called Pounce!" Rogue formulated quickly.
"Oh, really, how do you play?" asked a still very skeptical Wolverine.
"It's a hunting and tracking game. Kitty goes and highdes, inside or outside and then Ah go and look for her. So from there on it's all wits and strategy, whoever attacks first has the upper hand."
"How do you win?" interrupted Wolverine.
"The first to pin the other is the winner. It works best at night though." added Rogue thoughtfully.
"Then you two wouldn't mind demonstrating it in the Danger Room Saturday morning?" Logan technically ordered.
"Whay not at all," said Rogue adding a little more Southern charm than usual as she turned and ascended the stairs leaving a somewhat confused Wolverine in the main hall.
"Mahn, Ah pulled that outta ma ass," thought Rogue as she walked down the hall and into her room. At least now she had made up a concrete excuse to explain Kitty's absences.
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The next day in the kitchen Hank and Logan's paths crossed, well, sort of. Logan was sitting at the table reading the paper and Hank walked in and started a conversation.
"I think Remy's finally starting to calm down around us," said Hank happily.
"Why do you say that?" asked Logan not looking up from his paper.
"I know this is going to sound bazaar, but when I took an X-ray of his ribcage I think he was on the verge of nodding off." with that having been said Hank walked off.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the International Assassin of course.
It had been two days since Lani had left the Xavior Institute and everyone was on edge. There came a knock at the door, Scott opened to find a FedEx guy by the name of Steve.
"I'm looking for a Chuck X," said Steve not wanting to even attempt to pronounce the last name.
"This way," motioned Scott as he led Steve to the Prof's office.
After Steve got the Prof's signature he drove away leaving behind a slightly rectangular box.
"What do you think it is, Professor?" asked Scott.
"It's from her," snorted Logan.
"Well, it has been two days," ventured Hank.
The trio opened the box to find multi-colored packing peanuts, Magneto's Helmet and photo of Lani and Wanda on a small sailboat, sunning themselves in Greece.
That's when Scott made a rather strange observation, "Hey, Professor, isn't Lani wearing Magneto's 'detective' hat?"
-------------
Back in the medical lab the M*A*S*H marathon raged on. Remy who had gone back to bed after his father and aunt left, woke up thirsty and wondered into the dim med lab for some water. As Remy drank out of the paper cup he watched the TV suspended in the corner of the room. Behind him he heard the door close and the deadbolt locked.
"What de HELL?!" Remy crushed the paper cup in his hand as he spun around.
"If ya'll were thirsty, whay didn't ya come an' fin' me, Swamp Rat," asked Rogue who had been standing behind the door in nothing, but one of those crappy, blue paper hospital gowns with two glasses in one hand and a pitcher of martini (A.N.: is singular or plural in this case?) in the other.
Remy gave her a strange look, "Here, Chere?"
"Ya," said Rogue advancing, "I figure you need some good memories in this room if yer gonna be in heah so of'en. Hopefully then you'll relax a little."
"Won't dey hear us?" asked Remy looking around the room.
"Not, vary lahkly, this room is sound proof. Now, get yer ass on the examining table, it's tahm for yer examination!"
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3 hours and 21 minutes later Rogue and Remy parted company. Remy went back to bed a new man and looked forward to many blissful hours of uninterrupted slumber. Rogue on the other hand was not so fortunate to make it all the way back to her room.
"STRIPES!" yelled Logan.
Rogue spun around to come face to face with the irate Canadian, "Ya?"
"I'm only gonna ask you one more time, where in the HELL is HALF- PINT? And if you don't give me a straight answer we're gonna spend the next month of Sunday mornings together!"
"The truth is." Rogue trailed off.
"I'm waiting, Stripes!" yelled Logan.
"Were playin' a game!" Rogue blurted out. Great now where was she going to go with this?
"A game, huh? What's it called?" Logan crossed his arms and glared at her.
".uh.Pounce, it's called Pounce!" Rogue formulated quickly.
"Oh, really, how do you play?" asked a still very skeptical Wolverine.
"It's a hunting and tracking game. Kitty goes and highdes, inside or outside and then Ah go and look for her. So from there on it's all wits and strategy, whoever attacks first has the upper hand."
"How do you win?" interrupted Wolverine.
"The first to pin the other is the winner. It works best at night though." added Rogue thoughtfully.
"Then you two wouldn't mind demonstrating it in the Danger Room Saturday morning?" Logan technically ordered.
"Whay not at all," said Rogue adding a little more Southern charm than usual as she turned and ascended the stairs leaving a somewhat confused Wolverine in the main hall.
"Mahn, Ah pulled that outta ma ass," thought Rogue as she walked down the hall and into her room. At least now she had made up a concrete excuse to explain Kitty's absences.
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The next day in the kitchen Hank and Logan's paths crossed, well, sort of. Logan was sitting at the table reading the paper and Hank walked in and started a conversation.
"I think Remy's finally starting to calm down around us," said Hank happily.
"Why do you say that?" asked Logan not looking up from his paper.
"I know this is going to sound bazaar, but when I took an X-ray of his ribcage I think he was on the verge of nodding off." with that having been said Hank walked off.