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Chapter 1
It was another lazy Sunday afternoon at Mags' lair. As usual everyone except Gambit was present. Normally they would have jokingly drawn straws to see who got the pleasure of waking Remy, but on this Sunday the tension in the commons room could be cut with a knife. Gambit had gotten in at four o'clock that morning from New Orleans, was in no mood to talk and went straight to his room to sleep.
He had been screwing Mia for the past week (AN: Mia = MIA= Missing in Action). Not only had he been absent, but Rogue as well. Needless to say Mystique stood in the kitchen sharpening the carving knife. Magneto knew he had to punish Remy, but no matter what punishment he gave Mystique would still want to run his underwear up the flagpole at the Pentagon.
The silence was deafening.
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Things were going down in flames at about the same speed over at the mansion. Rogue got in around the same time and from the second she walked into the main hall until she reached her room Logan was at her heels asking question after question.
"Where the HELL were you, Stripes?!"
"Logan not now Ah'm tired."
"Wrong answer, why didn't you call?!"
"Ah couldn't get to a phone."
"Ya, right, you were with HIM weren't you!" growled Wolverine grabbing Rogue's left shoulder.
"OW!" yelped Rogue, "Damn it, Logan!"
"What's wrong with your shoulder?" asked Logan toning it down.
"Nothin' Ah just banged it." she said dismissively.
"Did he hit you?" Wolverine asked in a dangerous tone.
"What? NO! Gambit didn't hit me."
"You were with HIM!" yelled Logan, "What were you thinking, Stripes!?"
"Logan, Ah'm too tired to fight with you and quate frankly Ah don't think it's any of yer business where Ah was."
SKNIT-"YOU WERE GONE FER A WEEK!"
SLAM! Rogue had reached her room, "Ah'm a big girl, Logan, Ah can take care of mahself!"
"THIS IS NOT OVER!" Wolverine yelled into the door.
"Yes, it is!" Rogue pointed an accusing finger at the opposite side of the door door.
"It won't be over until I kill 'em!"
That tore Rogue had heard enough, she marched over to the door and threw it open with a BANG!
The two stood there glaring at each other: Rogue armed with a temper and Logan with only adimantium claws, the poor bastard.
"YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!" yelled Rogue in to the dark stillness of the mansion.
Oh don't get me wrong now, everyone was wide awake and had been for some time now, but they all knew better than to even consider putting one foot out of bed when Rogue and Wolverine were at each others throats. The scenario always ran as Rogue being victorious and Wolverine storming off to do some late night 'remodeling'-to put it delicately.
"I hope he takes his aggressions out in the kitchen," thought the Prof, while lying in bed, "I've been meaning to change the counter tops from tile to granite." (A.N.: Just a little inside track to one of the greatest minds ever known. Nothing is too good for my readers and don't any of you ever forget it!)
"WHY NOT?!" Wolverine yelled.
Rogue paused.
"I'M WAITING!"
"Because if it weren't fer Gambit Ah'd probably be dead." said Rogue quietly, eyes cast to the side, "Good niaght, Logan."
Rogue closed the door softly and sinking to the carpet she wrapped her arms around her knees.
Logan stood there dumb founded for a moment-SKNIT-retracting his claws he walked off nearly silent down the hall.
Kitty waited until she heard Logan's motorcycle backfiring in the driveway before she got up and walked over to Rogue. She pulled Rogue on to her feet and walked over to her bed. After Kitty tucked Rogue in, she laid down in her own bed again and looked at the clock.
"Five a.m.," thought Kitty, "I like have to get up it two hours anyway and watching over Rogue is more important than sleep any day." (I know, I know, world's smallest violin, right? Just bare with me.)
"Good for you, Kitty," thought Professor X, "although bad for the kitchen, but knowing Logan once he gets the full story that tile is a good as gone." The Prof drifted back to sleep with a smile on his face.
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To fully comprehend what you have just read we must-TRAVEL-BACK-IN- TIME! Now there are those of you who think me insane and who are we kidding, I am. Although time travel is not the easiest feat to pull off I have confidence we will be successful. Hell were only going back a week. So seatbelts on, lean back, crank up the radio, enjoy the wavy motion of the flashback and feel free to hang your head out the window.
Stay tuned there's a lot more to come and don't worry I won't seriously hurt anyone I'll just embarrass them to kingdom come and back. Well I gotta go it's nearly three in the morning-I have a nocturnal muse, I can't help that-be back soon (Wicked, but gorgeous smile).
Chapter 1
It was another lazy Sunday afternoon at Mags' lair. As usual everyone except Gambit was present. Normally they would have jokingly drawn straws to see who got the pleasure of waking Remy, but on this Sunday the tension in the commons room could be cut with a knife. Gambit had gotten in at four o'clock that morning from New Orleans, was in no mood to talk and went straight to his room to sleep.
He had been screwing Mia for the past week (AN: Mia = MIA= Missing in Action). Not only had he been absent, but Rogue as well. Needless to say Mystique stood in the kitchen sharpening the carving knife. Magneto knew he had to punish Remy, but no matter what punishment he gave Mystique would still want to run his underwear up the flagpole at the Pentagon.
The silence was deafening.
---------------
Things were going down in flames at about the same speed over at the mansion. Rogue got in around the same time and from the second she walked into the main hall until she reached her room Logan was at her heels asking question after question.
"Where the HELL were you, Stripes?!"
"Logan not now Ah'm tired."
"Wrong answer, why didn't you call?!"
"Ah couldn't get to a phone."
"Ya, right, you were with HIM weren't you!" growled Wolverine grabbing Rogue's left shoulder.
"OW!" yelped Rogue, "Damn it, Logan!"
"What's wrong with your shoulder?" asked Logan toning it down.
"Nothin' Ah just banged it." she said dismissively.
"Did he hit you?" Wolverine asked in a dangerous tone.
"What? NO! Gambit didn't hit me."
"You were with HIM!" yelled Logan, "What were you thinking, Stripes!?"
"Logan, Ah'm too tired to fight with you and quate frankly Ah don't think it's any of yer business where Ah was."
SKNIT-"YOU WERE GONE FER A WEEK!"
SLAM! Rogue had reached her room, "Ah'm a big girl, Logan, Ah can take care of mahself!"
"THIS IS NOT OVER!" Wolverine yelled into the door.
"Yes, it is!" Rogue pointed an accusing finger at the opposite side of the door door.
"It won't be over until I kill 'em!"
That tore Rogue had heard enough, she marched over to the door and threw it open with a BANG!
The two stood there glaring at each other: Rogue armed with a temper and Logan with only adimantium claws, the poor bastard.
"YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!" yelled Rogue in to the dark stillness of the mansion.
Oh don't get me wrong now, everyone was wide awake and had been for some time now, but they all knew better than to even consider putting one foot out of bed when Rogue and Wolverine were at each others throats. The scenario always ran as Rogue being victorious and Wolverine storming off to do some late night 'remodeling'-to put it delicately.
"I hope he takes his aggressions out in the kitchen," thought the Prof, while lying in bed, "I've been meaning to change the counter tops from tile to granite." (A.N.: Just a little inside track to one of the greatest minds ever known. Nothing is too good for my readers and don't any of you ever forget it!)
"WHY NOT?!" Wolverine yelled.
Rogue paused.
"I'M WAITING!"
"Because if it weren't fer Gambit Ah'd probably be dead." said Rogue quietly, eyes cast to the side, "Good niaght, Logan."
Rogue closed the door softly and sinking to the carpet she wrapped her arms around her knees.
Logan stood there dumb founded for a moment-SKNIT-retracting his claws he walked off nearly silent down the hall.
Kitty waited until she heard Logan's motorcycle backfiring in the driveway before she got up and walked over to Rogue. She pulled Rogue on to her feet and walked over to her bed. After Kitty tucked Rogue in, she laid down in her own bed again and looked at the clock.
"Five a.m.," thought Kitty, "I like have to get up it two hours anyway and watching over Rogue is more important than sleep any day." (I know, I know, world's smallest violin, right? Just bare with me.)
"Good for you, Kitty," thought Professor X, "although bad for the kitchen, but knowing Logan once he gets the full story that tile is a good as gone." The Prof drifted back to sleep with a smile on his face.
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To fully comprehend what you have just read we must-TRAVEL-BACK-IN- TIME! Now there are those of you who think me insane and who are we kidding, I am. Although time travel is not the easiest feat to pull off I have confidence we will be successful. Hell were only going back a week. So seatbelts on, lean back, crank up the radio, enjoy the wavy motion of the flashback and feel free to hang your head out the window.
Stay tuned there's a lot more to come and don't worry I won't seriously hurt anyone I'll just embarrass them to kingdom come and back. Well I gotta go it's nearly three in the morning-I have a nocturnal muse, I can't help that-be back soon (Wicked, but gorgeous smile).
