What happened to me, by Sania

What happened to me, by Sania

Disclaimer: I don't own these x-men. They belong to Marvel and are used without permission. They are for entertainment use only.

Author's Note: Ok, I didn't take so long, Did I? Don't forget to review! Thanks!

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Chapter 3: Puzzled

" I think you should wear that one, it's a little casual and would look beautiful for the evening too." Jean, who was slumped lazily on the couch, pointed to the silver, velvet top that Jubilee held over her chest.

"Really? That's it, I don't want to spend the whole night deciding what to wear…Uh guys I'm so excited…." Jubilee said in a girlish style.

"Oh my god, jubilee, you are just acting like a teenager getting all excited about her first date." Commented Jean over Jubilee who had been sitting there for the past two hours deciding what to wear from the dozen outfits and accessories she had brought earlier that day. They both started laughing. "It's amazing that you're not a blonde otherwise there's nothing missing in you that doesn't make you look like one." She continued.

"Oh c'mon Jean, I'm so really excited cuz you know this is the first party I'm going to be in with…Remy! Can you believe it? I just need the perfect outfit that would turn his daylights off!"

"Oooooo, now I got ya…really I feel so happy for you and Remy, no offense really, but I never though that you and Remy could go along so well."

"Yeah, me too, I myself didn't know that he was going to be rapped around my pinky finger like *that* …he he" They started giggling again.

"Anyway, that's the best one, and it's gonna be pretty cold, you know, just wear it. So why don't you rest now because you've been out all day and in the danger room session while I go to munch on something." Jean stood up from her position and straightened her creased cotton shirt.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go and catch some sleep, I'm so tired, so see you later." She gathered her bags and went for the stairs that led to the girls dorm. Jean headed to the kitchen.

*****

"Remy!"

"Yeah chere, Did dis Cajun do any'ting wrong?"

"Wrong? You've been staring at me for the past few minutes…."

"Remy was jus' enjoyin' de incredibly amazin' sight in front of him…" He licked his lips sheepishly.

She was bent over the kitchen table icing the delicious black-forest cake that Rogue had made in the morning. As she was bent, her shirt was tightened and stretched from the bottom, so that her shirt neckline was sticking to her chest and showed the top of her under garment.

"Oh my, Remy you are sooo obnoxious!" She stood up from her position and straightened her shirt.

"Wo, wo, wo there, I was jus' lookin' at de yummy cake you're makin' for me…"

He was sitting right across from her and beside him sat the furry blue beast Hank. He was so busy in eating that he didn't even pay attention to any of the words they said. Besides he was doing so important research in his lab doing work that he hardly got time to think about anything except the new alarm systems that Cyclops had asked him to work on.

" Oh really?" One of her eyebrow arched.

"Yup, really. What you gonna do? Tell Cyko?"

She ignored the insulting complement he passed to her husband. "You know what, I pity you. I've got a few handy tricks up my sleeve that are real useful, ya know." She smirked.

"Ha! Your telepathy don' work on dis Remy, trust me chere…" He exclaimed aware of his excellent ability to block any of the telepathic reach into his mind.

"O.k…." She challenged him to read his mind but instead got a slight jerk and realized that she couldn't pass through the mental shields he had created. Remy and Hank suddenly stood up see if she was ok.

"Chere, you ok? Sorry I didn't mean…"

"I'm, I'm ok. That just lasts for a couple of seconds..." Replied Jean as she once again got stability.

"Interesting." Came Hank's usual response to the quick cover Remy took over his mind to block anything. Gambit was now sitting back at his place.

"Remy, Professor informed me about your slight empathic ability to sense feelings, you know what we can work on that and no doubt about that it would work." Jean was surprised by his defensive shields, she sat back on her chair steadily.

Hank thought for a moment and then said,"She's right Gambit. How about you think over that and see if you can progress in your power."

"Yeah…I'll t'ink about dat. Now if you'd 'scuse me, I don' wanna miss de beauty contest on channel 7 I've been waiting for a long time..." He flashed his charming smile and went out of the kitchen to the t.v lounge, leaving both of them laughing.

*****

Rogue just came into the house and shut the door behind her. She had been jogging outside the mansion and flying around in her warm winter pajamas. The Grey sweatshirt was fully zipped and her neatly tied hair in a ponytail was falling just about the hood of the jacket. Ok, first ah wanna go get a bite of that cake, and then, ugggh… do the dishes, get the dried clothes from the laundry and finally…get some sleep. She was passing the t.v lounge counting on her fingers the tasks she had to do and suddenly bumped into somebody. Him.

"Remy! Watch where you're goin'!" She whined like an annoyed child. He stared at her dumb found thinking who walked into who.

"Chere, who was de one counting de schedule on her fingers?!" Remy argued.

The both were walking side by side in the hallway. She embarrassingly smiled. "Ah…Ah'm sorry, didn' watch where ah was goin'…so what's up swamp rat?" She said after trying hard to ignore the natural blush…

She bit her tongue at nickname she used to call him and couldn't get rid of the habit after all. He loved the sound of the name from the soft, southern voice and he felt strangely nice hearing the name after a long time. He saw both of her hands were stuffed into the pockets of her sweatshirt. Slightly reaching, he took her right hand gently out of her pocket, with her gloved fingers laid on his' and his thumb on top of them; as usual he scooped it up and kissed it gently. "Not'in', jus' hangin' around, getting bored. I guess somebody 's too busy t' spend time wit' dis Old Cajun."

She tried to hide but in the cold night, her cheeks blushed baby pink on her pale skin. Then her jaw dropped surprisingly and she laughed. "Busy?! Ah think that somebody is too busy shoppin' around an' doesn' bothuh t' find out what's goin' on in the mansion himself!"

He smiled and raised his hands in defeat. " 'kay, 'kay , you got me." They reached the laundry by that time.

"Okay Remy…ah have ta go do some laundry now. See ya later swamp rat." With that she stepped into the entrance door of the laundry door. Swamp rat. This time, She slapped herself on the forehead.

"G'night chere." He ran a hand through his hair and hissed.. "Damn. "

*****

His long manly fingers were clicking the tiny buttons on the remote continuously changing channels one by one. The small cushions were thrown onto the floor with chips and popcorns everywhere, and blanket spread on the couch. Finally, he kept the remote on the coffee table where he kept his feet stretched and crossed and eased back on the couch. He jumped at the sound of his name.

"Gambit?" Hank was standing there with some sort of paper in his gigantic hands.

"Yeah Hanky Panky, wha' can I do for you?" He replied.

"First of all, I think I would be better for you and us too stop calling people these ridiculous names that you get from no where. Ok lets get to the point now. I would like you to come with me to the lab…I've got a surprise for you."

Gambit winked… "Yeah, Mon'ami, you got a surprise for Remy? Don't tell him he's pregnant…" He got up from the position, raised his arms up, stretched, and yawned.

"Ahem." Hank only managed to make a voice out of his throat at the comment. "Let's go, I'll show you in a moment." And they made their way to the med-lab where Hank usually carried out his experiments.

\\--------In the lab--------\\

Beast was cleaning up some laboratory equipment moving in front of Gambit who was leaning against the table shuffling a deck of cards.

"So, as I said earlier that you have a fascinating ability to block psychic reaches by blocking them through your mental shield. So…. I want to carry out an experiment and then we're gonna check from the conclusion if it works, and I believe you will be quiet anxious to hear this…"

Gambit tried his best to ignore what he had said but his mind was clearly accepting the details that Hank had been trying to say for the past ten minutes. How long is he gonna talk like dat and give Remy a chance to speak

"Can't we wait, I mean like why don't you surprise me 'morrow mornin' wit' every body else? That would sound a 'lil more better, neh?" If Gambit didn't have those red on black eyes, Hank would have been able to see the weariness in them that he desperately wanted to sleep, which although, could be seen from his actions.

"That's the fun part, Mon'sier lebeau, we don't want anyone to know until we start our little observation, and that depends on you when you want to do it." Beast continued.

"Ok. Tell me. Wha' is it?"

"From my observations I have figured out a way for you to…touch Rogue…"

It took several moments for Remy to slowly and clearly take the words that came out of Hank's mouth….

To be continued…

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