Chapter 14, "The Game"
By: RogueBHS
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Tell me exactly what am I supposed to do
Now that I have allowed you to beat me
Do you think that we could play another game
Maybe I could win this time
I kind of like the misery you put me through
Darlin' you can trust me completely
If you even try to look the other way
I think that I could kill this time
It doesn't really seem I'm getting through to you
Though I see you weeping so sweetly
I think that you might have to take another taste
A little bit of hell this time
Lie to me
Is she not right?
Is she insane?
Will she now
Run for her life in the battle that ends this day
Is she not right?
Is she insane?
Will she now
Run for her life now that she lied to me
You always wanted people to remeber you
To leave your little mark on society
Don't you know your wish is coming true today
Another victim dies tonight
Is she really telling lies again
Doesn't she realize she's in danger
The little b*tch she went and she told A LIE
And now she will never tell another A LIE
NEVER F*CKING LIE TO ME!
"The Game" by Disturbed
Bleary-eyed, Remy glanced up at the clock on the kitchen wall, noting vaguely that it was well after 2 AM...or maybe the little hand was closer to the 4...No matter really. She was out extremely late, and had left him alone to boot. No, wait. Alone didn't sound right, because he hadn't been alone. Someone had been with him. Who was it again? Oh yeah...those X-people... his friends and family. Sorta.
Car doors shut firmly and loud laughter could be heard, finally pulling Remy out of his stupor that had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with a lack of sleep. Well, he'd take care of the whole sleep thing soon enough, once she was dealt with accordingly. The door from the garage to the kitchen opened, and all four friends halted immeadiately at the sight of Remy sitting at the kitchen table looking quite rough and quite annoyed.
Stepping forward, Rogue flashed him a smile. If she only knew how much that simple act made him angered him at the moment, she would have been shocked. Brushing off his being there, Rogue moved to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, still thirsty despite the drinking she had done that evening. Without a word, Rogue plopped down uncerimoniously into the chair opposite Gambit and eyed him over the water bottle. Muderous thoughts plagued Gambit's mind when he noted her calm, almost patient visage.
She had spent all night out on the town, with Scott in tow no less, and hadn't even wanted to dance with him if he recalled correctly. Or at least it had been something along those lines. He remembered her telling him to just back off at one point during the evening, but then again, he might have just touched her for all he knew. His Rogue was weird like that some times.
Scott walked over and took a seat next to Rogue, earning him a fiery glare from Remy. Resisting the urge to squirm under that glare, Scott glanced at Rogue who was still quiet, and still watching Remy. When Ororo took a seat at the table as well, Bishop shook his head, heading for the door to the living room. Ororo broke the silence when she saw him leaving.
"Thank you for going with us Bishop. I hope you enjoyed being out for a while."
Bishop's smile was brighter than any of them had seen when he nodded briefly to Rogue and Ororo. "And I thank you for inviting me. It was...fun." Leaving it at that, he turned and walked out of the room, not noticing the way Ororo smiled after him.
Forcing her attention back to Remy, Ororo's blue eyes settled on Remy again, curious and calm. "Something bothering you Remy?" Leave it to Ororo to not beat around the bush where her precious Remy was concerned.
Remy glanced around the table, realizing that in order to answer Ororo, the others would have to hear him; something he wasn't sure he wanted. Well, he didn't want him there anyway. Rogue he didn't mind, not really, but Scott was another matter entirely. But, lately, you couldn't have Rogue without Scott being nearby. That was yet another thorn in Remy's side to be addressed, but it'd wait.
Taking a sip of the beer in front of him, he made a face when he realized that over the hours since he had openned it, the beverage had grown warm. Getting up, he dumped the beer down the sink, and tossed the can cleanly into the trash. Turning, he looked at the three people at the table who were watching him as if expecting him to burst. Was that why Rogue hated attention so much? The way that being watched could make your skin crawl, or worse, make you feel like some sort of expieriment...it would certainly explain a lot if that was the way she felt.
Pushing that thought aside, he leaned against the counter, his dark eyes staring them down. Scott's face averted first, then almost a full minute later, Ororo's eyes couldn't meet his. Only Rogue met his gaze without moving, without even blinking. Pleased that she obviously felt she had nothing to hide, and a little disappointed as well, he cocked his head to the side.
"Take it dat you enjoyed yo'self, chere?"
Rogue nodded, sipping her water before answering verbally. "It was nahce bein' out, yeah. Ah'm assumin' that's what you're askin' o' course."
Nodding, Remy walked back over to the table, keeping his steps measured and his pace deliberately slow. At the table, he leaned towards her, planting his hands on the tabletop. The sound of his hands hitting the surface echoed like thunder, attesting to the force in those normally gentle hands. His eyes were glowing with a dark fire as he stared her down again, this time with only inches seperating their faces. "Hope you did, ma chere. Certainly took ya long 'nough t' get in th' mood t' come back home, didn' it?" The hint of venom in his tone was undisguised, and just as deliberate as his pace had been only a few seconds before.
Immeadiately defensive for Rogue, Scott's eyes narrowed behind his shades. "Leave it be, Gambit. This isn't the time or the place for this."
Rogue put up her hand, her eyes still on Gambit's face. "Don' worry bout it Scott. Remy's bound an' determined t' make meh feel bad for leavin' th' club earliah an' what not. But he aughta know its hopeless."
Ororo bit her lip, then glanced to Rogue. "But what we did was more than a little rude, Rogue. Even I can't deny that."
Rogue raised an eyebrow at Storm, her own eyes starting to glow, but unlike Remy's, hers had a green fire burning deep inside. "You gonna take his side now, eh? Why am Ah not surprised?" Rogue threw up her hands in defeat. "Hell, whenevah he and Ah go at it, you take his side. Ah'm startin' t' wondah why Ah bothah sayin' mah side o' th' story anymore."
The second those words left Rogue's tounge, Gambit's eyes narrowed, becoming twin slits of burning ruby red on dark onyx. One of Gambit's hands came off of the table, and he pointed at her, his fingertip within millimeters of her nose. "Don' even start dat, Roguey. You ain' got no right t' be critisizin' my relationship with Roro...not when you're hangin' round wit' Scotty boy dere."
Ororo gently pushed Gambit's hand away from Rogue, causing his fiery gaze to meet her icy blue one. "Leave them be Remy. There's no reason to be spouting off simply because your jealousy is running high right now. If you have nothing valid to accuse her of, then I suggest we all get to bed."
Rogue glared at Ororo. "Ah sure as hell don' need you stickin' up for meh weathah witch, so don' bothah yaself with us 'commonahs.' We'll take care of ourselves, sugah."
Scott put his hand on Rogue's shoulder. "Come on Rogue, just calm down would you?"
Rogue turned, her angry gaze on Scott now. "How about ya just stay out of it, eh? Don' remembah askin' for your input. Ah already know how ya feel on this mattah anyway."
"He didn' do not'in, Rogue, so jus' shut up. T'aint like ya really wanna be talkin' bout dis anyway."
"Shut up, Remy. I can handle myself when it comes to Rogue, thanks."
"Handle yo'self? Pah! You couldn' handle not'in if ya had too!"
"Why I aughta..."
Rogue grabbed Scott by the arms and pulled him away from Remy. "Good Gawd...would ya'll quit tryin' t' beh macho?! Ah've said it once, and Ah'll say it again, fightin don' impress meh at all, so don' bothah. That goes double for you, Swamp Rat."
"Wasn' tryin t' impress you, so don' flatter yo'self. 'Sides, never did want no chienne for a girlfriend nohow." His words carried a higher level of venom than before, and he knew the effect they would have on her. But then, she deserved to be called a chienne if you asked Remy's opinion.
Rogue sputtered angrily, then lunged at Gambit herself, only to be grabbed by both Storm and Scott. "Ya want t' see a bitch, sugah, Ah'll show ya a bitch..."
Realizing just what Remy had called Rogue, Scott let go of her and slugged the Cajun himself, sending Remy up against the opposite wall. "Call her a bitch again, Cajun, and you'll get more than a punch."
Holding his bruised jaw, Remy's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Ya best stay out o' dis one, Cyke, le femme don' like havin' ot'er people butt int' her business. You aughta know dat by now."
Rogue moved past Scott, and walked directly up to Remy, the leash she had on her volitle temper ready to snap at the next insult hurled her way. Cupping Remy's hurt jaw in her bare hand, Rogue narrowed her eyes to fiery green slits that looked just as dangerous as his red/black ones. "And you, ya pesky swamp rat, had bettah learn when t' shut up. Ah ain't no child ya c'n boss around, an' Ah sure as hell ain't no simperin' female that's gonna fall at your feet an' worship ya. Ah still 'love ya, Remy, don't misundahstand that, but try an' control meh one more time, an' you'll find yourself in a place worse than Antartica. Ah c'n swear t' that."
When Rogue said she still loved him, Remy felt a great deal of his anger deflate against his better judgement and his wishes. Sighing heavily, he nodded and met her gaze again, his own now more apologetic. "We drop dis den, eh? I don' wanna be livin' t'rough dat again. 'Sides...ya always did know how t' take de fire outta my temper."
Rogue let a hint of a smile curve her lips as her eyes openned fully again. "Its one of mah bettah traits Ah think." Leaning forward, she brushed a kiss over his already bruising jaw, then pulled back, meeting his gaze again. "Ah won't say Ah'm sorry for what Ah said, cause Ah meant every word. But Ah jus' hope ya don't get mad at meh ovah it all ovah again."
Scott looked sheepish when he met Remy's gaze over Rogue's shoulder. "Sorry about the punch, Gambit. I just never was one for a man who'd call a woman names like that."
Gambit attempted a grin, then hissed in pain. "Don' worry bout it homme, I gonna live. I t'ink."
Finally breaking her silence, Ororo moved forward, gently leading him back to the table with a hand on his arm. Glancing up at Rogue, she felt her temper rise, but pushed it back, knowing it wasn't the time to confront her...not now. "I suppose I'll see you later on this morning then?"
Nodding, Rogue moved for the door, Scott close behind. "Yeah, guess so. Night Roro, night Remy." Walking out, Rogue left it at that while Scott said his goodnight to the two still in the kitchen.
Once Scott had left, Ororo glanced at Remy as she got an ice pack out of the freezer and wrapped it up in a towel. "Are you alright, Remy? Answer me honestly."
Looking up at his best friend, Remy let his facade fade and sadness overtook his handsome visage. "I'm loosin' 'er Roro. I'm loosin' her an' she don' even know it. It hurts worse dan anyt'ing else..." When Ororo was at his side again, gently holding the icepack to his face, he let the tears fall. "I jus' love 'er...is dat a crime?"
Ororo shook her head, in her eyes a mixture of sympathy and pure rage as she wiped away Remy's tears with the hand that wasn't holding the icepack. "No, no its not my friend."
It starts with one thing
I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It's so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on, but didn't even know
Wasted it all just to watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try, keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme, to explain in due time
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised it got so (far)
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me (in the end)
You kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I
Chorus
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There's only one thing you should know (2x) Chorus
"In The End" by Linkin Park
The grandfather clock in the main hall chimed away the hour; one, two, three...right up till it hit the number ten. Oh, it wasn't 10 PM, no...more like 10 AM. Of course, to two of the mansion's residents, it sure seemed like 10 PM. Between a full day yesterday, clubbing into the early morning hours this morning, and a 7 AM Danger Room session, both Rogue and Storm should have been ready to collapse. Its quite amazing how much energy you can retain when you're angry though.
Soft footfalls echoed off of the metal floor outside the danger room, heading for the women's showers. Scott had insisted that Rogue do another run, this one for Beast's files on her. Now, an hour after that session had begun, Rogue was finally free to do what she wanted for a few hours. And first on her list was a long, hot shower. Once in the shower, with her powers turned off completely, she was unable to hear the second set of footsteps entering the locker-room.
It wasn't until she was drying her hair that she finally noticed that she wasn't as alone as she had thought. Pushing back the remains of her temper from that morning, she flashed what could pass for a friendly smile, her hands not pausing in the toweling of her thick hair. Before she could speak though, Rogue noticed the clenched fists and angry eyes of the woman she considered her best friend. Turning now, Rogue's eyes met Ororo's. "Storm? Somethin' wrong?"
Not used to violence from Ororo, Rogue was highly unprepared for the punch that sent her sprawling on the floor. Tasting blood on her lip, Rogue gently touched a finger there, her eyes wide as she pulled that finger back and found that her tastebuds weren't lying. Now those wide eyes looked up to Ororo, narrowing slowly. "Jus' what did Ah do t' deserve that?"
"You aught to know. You were the one who started this after all." The tone those words were laced with was equal to the chill of the Antartic winds, and it cut right through Rogue, causing her to pause before she could even get her mind to function for an answer.
Before she had a chance, Storm had started talking again. "After all, you were the one who was so rude to Remy last night." Ororo openned her mouth to say more, then found herself flat on the floor from a sweeping kick that had knocked her feet out from under her. Now as speechless as Rogue had been, Storm looked at Rogue in shock.
"Ah shoulda known this'd be about Remy. Its always about Remy with you. If Ah didn't know any bettah, Ah'd swear you were findin' fault in mah relationship with him on purpose. There somethin' you ain't sayin' concernin' your feelin's for th' Swamp Rat?"
Ororo picked up on the venom in Rogue's voice, and on the underlying anger as well. Both of which Ororo wasn't concerned with at the moment. Sitting up fully, Ororo rolled her eyes before answering. "You're seeing something that isn't there, child, and I recomend you leave it at that." The ice was still in Ororo's voice, but now, Rogue had anger to keep her from feeling the sting of it as harshly. "All I'm trying to do is help, Rogue. But you don't even want to see that do you?" Ororo hand found a bone, and eagerly latched onto it. "Of course not. That would put you in the wrong as well, but you'd rather see me, or even Remy himself being blamed for the problems."
Rogue's green eyes flashed red, which should have been a warning in itself. "Oh, really? Ya think I'm scared of a little criticism from th' othahs, do ya? Obviously mah best friend don' know meh as well as Ah thought."
"Best friend? Best friend?! You call me your best friend, then treat me like this? Ha. I think maybe I should have kept Jean as my best friend. There was never any fights between her and myself like this."
Those words did cut deep, but all they hit was more fuel for the fire. "Ya'd pick her ovah meh jus' cause of a little fight? Good Gawd, Roro...Ya jus' love t' hit below th' belt don'tcha? Ah jus' wish you'd stay th' hell outta mah business with Remy! That really so much t' ask?"
Ororo ignored Rogue completely, getting up and dusting herself off. Looking down at Rogue in a similar way that one might an insect, Ororo shook her head. "Not just because of a fight, Rogue. This is more than just a fight. Its affected our friendship from the second Remy and you first had problems, and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you leading him around like a puppy, then telling him "no" the first time he tries gets too close for your comfort. Its as if you're afraid he'll hurt you. But you and I both know he'd never do so intentionally."
"Lahke hell he wouldn't! You know as well as Ah do, sugah, that he ain't no saint bah any means."
Ororo raises an eyebrow. "And you expect me to believe you'd actually like him if he was, in fact, a saint? I know you well enough to know you prefer lost souls and rebels over saints, Rogue, so don't pretend otherwise."
Rogue couldn't keep from grinning at that. "Now ya've got a valid point there, Storm." Rogue tilted her head. "But what about Bish, sugah? Surely he ain't likin' your 'friendship' with Remy too much."
Ororo's eyes narrowed, and she took a step towards Rogue, who immeadiately scrambled to her feet. "Leave Bishop out of this, Rogue." Her tone alone was commanding, but added to the fact that Ororo was naturally taller and naturally more regal had Rogue putting her hands up in defeat.
Rogue, with her adreniline pumping a bit, started shifting from foot to foot, hoping to keep from giving in to temptation and hitting Ororo (again). Not bothering with a 'sorry,' Rogue just looked at Ororo. "You gonna let me go now or what?"
The annoyance in Rogue's tone was just enough to send Ororo's temper bubbling. Her fist connected with Rogue again, sending Rogue against the wall this time. A little suprised that she had done that, Ororo realized that Rogue wasn't using her powers at all. Well, if Rogue wanted a no-powers fight, then she'd get it. Seeing the anger burning in the green eyes of her friend sent a flash of warning through her; a warning that was ignored yet again.
Stepping close to Rogue, Ororo raised an eyebrow. "You want to leave, hmm? Well, I'm afraid we aren't finished with this discussion yet."
Rogue pushed Ororo away from her, her fists clenching. "You don' wanna do this Roro. Ah know all that you're capable of, but you don' know all Ah'm capable of. Hope you're rememberin' that gal."
Ororo's swinging fist caught Rogue in the stomach, causing her to double over. "If you think that worries me, child, you're wrong."
Rogue swung around in a roundhouse, and hit Ororo full in the side of her abdomen, sending the regal goddess to the floor again. "Well it aughta, sugah." Her eyes narrowed as she waited to see what Ororo would do now, not truely wanting to hurt her, but more than willing to defend herself.
Ororo had a feeling she wasn't supposed to hear the next words Rogue muttered, but she did. And they had her on her feet again in an instant. "What was that Rogue?"
Meeting Ororo's eyes directly, Rogue's expression was set with a sort of angry seriousness. "Ah said that maybe Ah shoulda left th' Cajun in Antartica aftah all. Woulda saved us th' trouble of havin' him comin' between our friendship so damn often."
Ororo's eyes blazed. "I'd rather it had been YOU left there, Rogue. You're the one who deserved it for not giving him another chance until after he made his way back."
Rogue tried punching Ororo, only to come up short by a few inches. "You'd rathah have him around than meh, huh? Why don't that shock meh in th' least?"
Rogue saw it coming, but there was nothing she could do, short of using her powers, to keep Ororo from slamming her against the wall of the locker room, causing pain to shoot through her spine. Grunting from the sheer force used, Rogue glared at Ororo, not giving her any benefit of seeing any pain she felt. Her glare and feigned lack of pain must have angered Storm further, because she let Rogue go and sent another punch flying, this one Rogue managed to dodge, but not the next, which hit just below her ribs on the left side.
Two more punches from Ororo hit their mark, one on Rogue's jaw, and the other to Rogue's nose. The nose was broken, without a doubt, from the sickening crack the punch caused. While Rogue's jaw would probably just be a little tender for a time. Annoyed with herself for not dodging those two punches, Rogue sent her foot forward, connecting it with Ororo's knee, sending her stumbling backwards. The two went at each other, grabbing fist-fulls of hair, in true "cat-fight" tradition, then letting go after giving a few good yanks, as their own head was hurting now.
Words were left alone for the time, and bodily injury seemed eminent. Punches, kicks, hair pulling, slaps and other such things seemed to be rather plentiful...because, well, they were. After a good punch from Rogue that sent Ororo to the ground, Ororo grabbed Rogue's arm, pulling her to the floor too. At some point, the two had broken the tiled walls of the showers, and even broken a few pipes, causing water to spew out all over the floor, and that water was fast rising.
Ignoring the splashes that their fighting made, the two women fought as if they were little kids, or kid sisters who wanted the same toy. As energy slowly drained, mostly from lack of sleep and adreniline, they finally halted in the fighting, returning to angry words.
"Ah swear, you're so damn easy t' rile when it comes t' th' Cajun. Ah say one word or do one little thang that ain't really gonna hurt 'im, an' you're on mah back so quick Ah barely have time t' blink."
Ororo threw her hands up in defeat, glaring at Rogue. "I don't know why on earth I bother getting involved, now that I think about it. You two don't seem to care that you're hurting each other, or that anyone who took a good look at you two could see you were meant to be together. Anyone who has good intentions in interfering with you two be damned. You don't care, so why should we?! Honestly...Perhaps I should have never intervened. Maybe you two would have had it out long ago and been done with it."
Rogue stood there, speechless and staring at Ororo as each word she had said sank in. Unable to think of a true response, the fight drained out of her mostly, Rogue only muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Ororo to hear. "Weathah b*tch."
Without any real heat to it, Ororo muttered back. "River trash."
Glancing around, Rogue's face took on a sheepish expression as she noticed the damage they had caused to the locker room. Taking in the broken walls, busted pipes and dented lockers with rather wide green eyes. She looks back to Ororo who is just as shocked at the damage as she is. "Ummm...Whoops?"
Neither woman can help it; the irony of their childish behavior finally sinking in as anger dwindled to nearly nothing became a bit of a laughing matter, and within seconds, both were smiling and laughing as they tossed jokes back and forth as if they hadn't been on the floor about ready to tear each other apart only seconds before. A few jokes about the sopping wet clothes passed as well, and both plucked at their wet clothing with a hint if distaste, as they would have to make it back up to their own rooms like this somehow.
When the door to the locker room openned, both women stopped laughing and smiling immeadiately, adding to the child-like behavior they had exhibited. Seeing Logan at the top of the short set of stairs leading down to the floor of the room, Rogue and Ororo once again assumed sheepish facial expressions, waiting for him to say something.
His eyes looked between the two of them, standing there, wet from head to toe, obviously guilty, then around to the damaged room. His eyes looked back to them, and he raised an eyebrow. "You two done yet?"
Rogue and Ororo shared shocked expressions before Ororo spoke. "You...you knew we were fighting"
Leaning against the doorjam casually, he nodded. "Yep."
"Well why didn'tcha break th' fight up? Hell...mighta saved th' lockah room that way."
He shrugged. "Seemed past time for you two t' clear th' air if ya ask me. Wasn't no one else around, so I figured it wouldn't hurt much." He scanned the locker room, then grinned slightly. "Seems I was wrong on the hurtin' part."
Rogue put her hands on her hips in exasporation. "Logan, damn it...ya know Scott's gonna be mad as all get out ovah this!"
He shrugged again. "Ain't my problem, is it darlin'?" He sniffed the air, then smirked. "Speakin' of ol' One Eye..."
Rogue's face blanched. "Oh shoot..." She and Ororo looked at each other. "We're in for it..."
Scott stepped to the doorway, his eyes currently on Logan. "What's going on? Logan...why are you at the women's locker room door? Or do I even want to know?"
A whistle was heard behind Scott, and he turned, wondering who it was. Seeing Remy, he just shook his head, then looked back to Logan, not noticing Rogue or Ororo. "Ladies, dere be any particular reason you didn' invite Remy t' dis little show, eh?" He waded down through the water, making his way towards Rogue, hearing Scott talking to Logan about why he was in front of the open door to the locker rooms. Standing a foot or so away from Rogue, he gave his usual cocky grin. "Mind if I join in a lil' late?"
Realizing Remy was in the mess, Scott waded down himself, and started pulling Remy out of there. "Remy, get the heck out of here. Good God, its not like you own this place. Mind telling me..." Then he saw Rogue standing there, her best innocent look on her face. "Wha...what you..you were ...uh...mmm...*gulp*"
Now, it must be noted that Scott did his best to ignore the fact that Rogue was still extremely wet, and that her clothes were basically plastered to her, but he is, alas, just a man, and was unable to ignore her. Unable to scold Remy further, he stood stock still, simply staring at Rogue, and almost to the point of whimpering.
Standing beside Scott, and highly unamused that he was staring at Rogue, Gambit found a way to pay the 'fearless leader' back, and did so with a nicely aimed punch to Scott's jaw. Satisfied that Scott was now more concerned with his jaw than with staring at Rogue, Remy headed out of the water, just in time to see Bobby walk up.
Seeing Rogue and Ororo straight off, Bobby stood there for a minute, quicky memorizing the way both women looked at that moment.
Scott looked up at Remy, obviously confused. "What on earth was that for?"
"Dat, mon ami, was for dis mornin."
Over at the door, Logan couldn't help but chuckle, setting Rogue and Ororo into a soft laughter of their own. Looking at his teammates, Bobby backed away slowly, then turned and headed for the medlab to talk to someone sane, mutter under his breath all the while. "I don't even want to know...I don't even want to know..."
A/N: Sorry about the delay YET AGAIN. I'm saying that too much lately. Hope you enjoyed the chapter though. Next chapter is the LAST of Part 2! Yikes! Thanks to all of my readers/fans! I'm glad I'm not the only one who's been reading this!