Sugar and spice
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "Can't a guy just send a Barbershop quartet to his girlfriend's office anymore?"
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Happy birthday to Dragonblond, okay it's late now, but still....
*** To the anonymous person called 'Freckle'. Have YOU seen the show? Everyone knows they are mutants now, hello, Day of Reckoning? Rogue and Wanda are not nasty all the time. I write not just to please fans, but to get this stuff out of my head. I will NOT delete my story, or start over. I don't mind flames, i think they are a vital part of writing, to know your mistakes, but if you DO flame me, i expect the courtesy of leaving your email so i can talk to you. I don't appriciate people telling me to do my story over either, if you hate it that much, don't read it.
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*Takes a deep breath* Okay, i appologise to the rest of you for that, what can i say, there is nothing more scary than a Welsh miget on the rampage. Thanks to those who reviewed my story. Right on the up side, i have some updates for you. The next Sidney chronicle will make it's debut tomorow. Cool, no? Now back to THIS fic, which only has one more chapter to go.
Chapter 24 - Oh carry me home
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"Soooooo what did you do AFTER you got married?".
Kitty gave a sigh, that was the third time that Tabby has asked that question, it was getting anoying.
"Never you mind", she snapped, "the marriage no long exists! Or do you want me to dredge up your marriage to that Elvis?".
"You leave Elvis out of this", said Tabby, "it was a good idea at the time".
"Hey guys...how are we going to divide up our rations?".
Amanda's voice cut off the argument, makign everyone go to look at what had been given them. Their pack consited of one bag of sunflower seeds, a energy bar, a compass, a map and, for a bizare reason, a tin of beans, with no can opener.
"I want to know how we are supposed to feed seven people with just that", said Wanda, "unless we are supposed to forage".
"I am NOT going to forage", said Amara, "princesses don't forage".
"Fine then, no pinecone for you", said Tabby with a smirk, "maybe you can eat a stick".
Kitty looked at the can of beans.
"I could phase them out", she tried.
"Into what?", said Amara, "we have nothing to put the bean in, except for the bean can!. Which the beans, as you can see, are LOCKED IN!".
"Wanda, can't you do anything?", asked Jean hopefully.
"I could, but it would involve the can either imploding or exploding", said Wanda, "we still wouldn't get any beans".
"Where's Forge when you need him?", said Tabby, tapping the can, the noticing everyone saring at her, "what?. That hand dohickey of his HAS to have a can-opner on it somewhere!".
"Why would someone put a can-opner on a artifical limb?", said Amanda, shaking her head.
"It could happen!", said Tabby, "he's from the seventies, he probably has a bunch of cool junk stored in it".
"How did this conversation end up on someone who shows up to the mansion evry few months, wreaks havock, then leaves?", asked Amara, crossing her arms, then blinked, "if he's from the seventies, how old is he now? Cause he still looks like a teenager".
"See? See what you started!", hissed Jean at Tabby, "how are we supposed to work as a team when all we can think about is how old Forge is!".
Rogue shook her head, leaving her teamates argue, she wandered off into the woods. She needed to be alone, and this was the first time she had got since finding out about....her. She had been sitting a bit away from the group for quite a while when a rustle made her look up. A large crow thre down to the ground and hopped over to her, cocking it's head to one side and cawing. Rogue gave it a deadly glare before sighing and closing her eyes.
"Something troubling you?".
Rogues head snapped up as she heard a familiar voice. She opened her eyes to see Mystqiue standing where the crow once had. Rogue narrowed her eyes savagely.
"What do YOU want?", she snapped, "and another thing, why did you send me those flowers?".
Mystqiue blinked.
"You were'nt meant to know that i sent them", she said.
"Yeah, well you were squealed on", said Rogue, "well?. Why?".
Mystique gave a sigh.
"Rogue, i thought that you would be upset seeing that the other girls got gifts from their families and loved ones. I thought it might cheer you up a bit", she said.
"Yeah, well you made me go on a wild goose chase, just to find it was YOU", said Rogue darkly.
"But it worked, didn't it?", said Mystqiue, "for a few minutes, you were happy that someone had taken the time to send you something. Not your brother, not Irene, not Xavier, but me. You're moth...".
"You are NOT my mother", said Rogue, "you just adopted me".
"If you wish to be like that, i'll leave", said Mystique, "but you are my daughter, Rogue. Nothing can change that".
"Just go", said Rogue, closing her eyes.
"Goodbye, Marie", said Mystqiue before changing into a bird and flying off.
Rogue sighed and watched her go off. She looked to the ground, wondering when exactly her life would stop being so complicated.
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A few hours later, Rogue had finally plucked up the strength to head back to the small clearing where the others had set up camp. Kitty was phasing out the beans onto a log, shouting at how hot the tin wasr Amara had toasted it with her powers. Rogue sighed sitting down with the others to eat. After their meal, the girls had opted to get ready to go to sleep, with nothing but a ground sheet and a sleeping bag each, they weren't well protected, Wanda had made a few trees cave in on each other, making a small shelter, that would have to suffice. It wasn't long before everyone had started to drift off to sleep.
"Thirty five", came Tabby's voice.
"Oh for the love of God, give it up", groaned Jean, putting her head in her hands.
"No, assuming the youngest he could have been in high school was fifteen, and he was trapped in Middleverse for twenty years, he would be thirty five now", argued Tabby.
"Unless he was put into high school sooner, then he would be younger than that", pointed out Amanda.
"Please lets just say he's in the late-twenties, early-thirties range and GO TO SLEEP!", snapped Jean.
Everyone was silent for a second.
"Okay....i won't speak ever ver again", muttered Tabby, lying back down.
"Good", said Amara, going abck to sleep, "we don't want to hear your yapping voice any..."
BOOM!
A small whimper came after the explosion and then silence. The girls breathed a sigh of relief and each drifted off to sleep.
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There we go, another chapter dooooooowwwn. One more to go. Yup. Just one. Well do review, until next time....
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "Can't a guy just send a Barbershop quartet to his girlfriend's office anymore?"
*****
Happy birthday to Dragonblond, okay it's late now, but still....
*** To the anonymous person called 'Freckle'. Have YOU seen the show? Everyone knows they are mutants now, hello, Day of Reckoning? Rogue and Wanda are not nasty all the time. I write not just to please fans, but to get this stuff out of my head. I will NOT delete my story, or start over. I don't mind flames, i think they are a vital part of writing, to know your mistakes, but if you DO flame me, i expect the courtesy of leaving your email so i can talk to you. I don't appriciate people telling me to do my story over either, if you hate it that much, don't read it.
****
*Takes a deep breath* Okay, i appologise to the rest of you for that, what can i say, there is nothing more scary than a Welsh miget on the rampage. Thanks to those who reviewed my story. Right on the up side, i have some updates for you. The next Sidney chronicle will make it's debut tomorow. Cool, no? Now back to THIS fic, which only has one more chapter to go.
Chapter 24 - Oh carry me home
******
"Soooooo what did you do AFTER you got married?".
Kitty gave a sigh, that was the third time that Tabby has asked that question, it was getting anoying.
"Never you mind", she snapped, "the marriage no long exists! Or do you want me to dredge up your marriage to that Elvis?".
"You leave Elvis out of this", said Tabby, "it was a good idea at the time".
"Hey guys...how are we going to divide up our rations?".
Amanda's voice cut off the argument, makign everyone go to look at what had been given them. Their pack consited of one bag of sunflower seeds, a energy bar, a compass, a map and, for a bizare reason, a tin of beans, with no can opener.
"I want to know how we are supposed to feed seven people with just that", said Wanda, "unless we are supposed to forage".
"I am NOT going to forage", said Amara, "princesses don't forage".
"Fine then, no pinecone for you", said Tabby with a smirk, "maybe you can eat a stick".
Kitty looked at the can of beans.
"I could phase them out", she tried.
"Into what?", said Amara, "we have nothing to put the bean in, except for the bean can!. Which the beans, as you can see, are LOCKED IN!".
"Wanda, can't you do anything?", asked Jean hopefully.
"I could, but it would involve the can either imploding or exploding", said Wanda, "we still wouldn't get any beans".
"Where's Forge when you need him?", said Tabby, tapping the can, the noticing everyone saring at her, "what?. That hand dohickey of his HAS to have a can-opner on it somewhere!".
"Why would someone put a can-opner on a artifical limb?", said Amanda, shaking her head.
"It could happen!", said Tabby, "he's from the seventies, he probably has a bunch of cool junk stored in it".
"How did this conversation end up on someone who shows up to the mansion evry few months, wreaks havock, then leaves?", asked Amara, crossing her arms, then blinked, "if he's from the seventies, how old is he now? Cause he still looks like a teenager".
"See? See what you started!", hissed Jean at Tabby, "how are we supposed to work as a team when all we can think about is how old Forge is!".
Rogue shook her head, leaving her teamates argue, she wandered off into the woods. She needed to be alone, and this was the first time she had got since finding out about....her. She had been sitting a bit away from the group for quite a while when a rustle made her look up. A large crow thre down to the ground and hopped over to her, cocking it's head to one side and cawing. Rogue gave it a deadly glare before sighing and closing her eyes.
"Something troubling you?".
Rogues head snapped up as she heard a familiar voice. She opened her eyes to see Mystqiue standing where the crow once had. Rogue narrowed her eyes savagely.
"What do YOU want?", she snapped, "and another thing, why did you send me those flowers?".
Mystqiue blinked.
"You were'nt meant to know that i sent them", she said.
"Yeah, well you were squealed on", said Rogue, "well?. Why?".
Mystique gave a sigh.
"Rogue, i thought that you would be upset seeing that the other girls got gifts from their families and loved ones. I thought it might cheer you up a bit", she said.
"Yeah, well you made me go on a wild goose chase, just to find it was YOU", said Rogue darkly.
"But it worked, didn't it?", said Mystqiue, "for a few minutes, you were happy that someone had taken the time to send you something. Not your brother, not Irene, not Xavier, but me. You're moth...".
"You are NOT my mother", said Rogue, "you just adopted me".
"If you wish to be like that, i'll leave", said Mystique, "but you are my daughter, Rogue. Nothing can change that".
"Just go", said Rogue, closing her eyes.
"Goodbye, Marie", said Mystqiue before changing into a bird and flying off.
Rogue sighed and watched her go off. She looked to the ground, wondering when exactly her life would stop being so complicated.
******
A few hours later, Rogue had finally plucked up the strength to head back to the small clearing where the others had set up camp. Kitty was phasing out the beans onto a log, shouting at how hot the tin wasr Amara had toasted it with her powers. Rogue sighed sitting down with the others to eat. After their meal, the girls had opted to get ready to go to sleep, with nothing but a ground sheet and a sleeping bag each, they weren't well protected, Wanda had made a few trees cave in on each other, making a small shelter, that would have to suffice. It wasn't long before everyone had started to drift off to sleep.
"Thirty five", came Tabby's voice.
"Oh for the love of God, give it up", groaned Jean, putting her head in her hands.
"No, assuming the youngest he could have been in high school was fifteen, and he was trapped in Middleverse for twenty years, he would be thirty five now", argued Tabby.
"Unless he was put into high school sooner, then he would be younger than that", pointed out Amanda.
"Please lets just say he's in the late-twenties, early-thirties range and GO TO SLEEP!", snapped Jean.
Everyone was silent for a second.
"Okay....i won't speak ever ver again", muttered Tabby, lying back down.
"Good", said Amara, going abck to sleep, "we don't want to hear your yapping voice any..."
BOOM!
A small whimper came after the explosion and then silence. The girls breathed a sigh of relief and each drifted off to sleep.
****
There we go, another chapter dooooooowwwn. One more to go. Yup. Just one. Well do review, until next time....