Outside, Gambit was throwing energy charged cards at her. He wasn't holding back. Chamille was ducking and dodging them, disappearing and reappearing, ricocheting of trees and the walls of the yard. She as suddenly nearly on top of him, and slammed her elbow into his back. The Cajun yelped and grabbed her, throwing her to the ground in front of him. To his surprise, she didn't let go, and in turn, yanked the Cajun to the ground. Their fight turned into a wrestling match, and Chamille was much smaller.
Fox just watched, arms crossed over his chest, head tilted sharply.
Chamille swept her fist and caught the Cajun in the jaw. Gambit growled and his hands began to glow as he forced them on Chamille's temples, as she screeched in pain. "Give up, chere!" Remy panted. "Nnno!" Chamille suddenly disappeared, and Remy was on his back, clutching his stomach. Several kicks came to the Cajun, and he grabbed nothing, and yanked. She hit the ground and appeared with a cry, and it began again
Fox forced himself to sit down as he waited, fighting back protective instincts as they tried to kick in. This was a practice fight, his interfering would probably not be for the best.
Eventually, she arched and flipped Gambit onto his back, where he looked up at her very surprised. His glasses had been knocked off, and now, his ember and coal eyes were burning like a demon's at her. He grabbed her wrists, and there was a pause. A smile touched his lips. "Well done, chere. Very well done. You are ready, for the Danger Room."
Fox tilted his head from where he sat, curious now as to what the danger room was.
Chamille certainly seemed pleased with what Remy said as he let her up, and they shook hands. "Very well done, chere." He smiled a bit. "I do believe someone else wants t'congrad'late ye on yer victory, mon ami. I will see you tomorrow." With that, he was gone.
Fox grinned a bit from where he sat, getting up and coming to Chameleon. "He dun stay one place ta lon', does 'e?" he commented almost too himself before turning full to Chameleon. "Ya doin' aight?"
She giggled and hugged Fox. "I'm doing wonderfully, Fox!" she breathed, excitement coursing through her. "The Danger Room is the very last step to becoming an X-man. I'm only one step away, Fox...!"
Fox grinned, "Daz nah wha' I meant," he said softly, but decided not to spoil the moment with bad memories, "But good fer ya, I know yer gonna da well." He paused, tilting his head, "Wanna see if we cin get sometin' ta eat?"
She nodded. "Oh yes, I'm starving."
Fox nodded just slightly, leading her into the kitchen to grab them some food.
She followed, smiling a little as she walked softly beside him her hand taking his gloved one with a smile. She was a little banged up and grass-stained, but didn't seem to mind at all.
Fox glanced down at her. "Seems we got ouh own room now," he said softly after they had both gotten plates of food and returned to the training field to eat it.
She nodded, and after they got onto the playing field, she stopped. Her eyes narrowed as she saw someone across the field... James... "Let's go back to it then... I don't like the air out here..."
Fox tilted his head, shrugging as he turned, "Aight, we cin da dat..."
She snorted angrily as James disappeared into the backdrop, and she left the field with Fox, food in hand. They went back to their new room, set up with twin beds, one on either side of the window.
Fox sat down on the bed where his backpack had already been thrown, working on his dinner in silence.
She moved up onto her own bed, letting claim whichever he wanted, and ate her own food, also in silence, for a while. "That bastard," she finally mumbled more to herself than him, "who the hell does he think he is..."
Fox blinked glancing up from his food. "Huh?" he questioned in almost a snarl, already guessing who, but not certain enough to voice assumptions.
"James... He was on the field..." she murmured softly.
Fox snarled low, forcing it back. "So dats why ya wan'ed ta leave," he replied simply, voice at something of a snarl still.
"I didn't want him to be there, watching me in the bloody clouds." She set down her plate and sighed, closing her eyes. "I'm sorry, Fox, it know y'like it better outside..."
Fox just shrugged, "Act'ally I jus' like it betteh wheh it's nah crowded ah noisy... An' well... dis fits dat."
She smiled a little. "Cozy, ain't it? ... Like our own apartment or somethin'."
Fox nodded slightly, eyes drifting around the room. "No moh annoyin' boys," he added jokingly, smirking slightly.
She giggled. "No more annoying anything... just you an' me, Fox." She smiled a little wider.
Fox grinned, setting his plate onto the dresser. "Yeah... jus' us," he murmured softly.
She moved to him, and embraced him, smiling almost happily. "It's really happenin', Fox... I'm gonna be an X-man..." she whispered.
Fox grinned just lightly, not sure how to comment in reply, just nodding, his grin widening.
She giggled, and slipped back, lying back on his bed, a content smile on her face.
Fox's grin slid away, sliding to more of a just contented expression as he still sat up on his bed, just, looking across the room and at the wall.
She looked up at him, and smiled softly. "How's your training coming...? Think you'll be able to take it all the way though?"
Fox shrugged at first in response. "Yeah, ain't nuttin' I can't take," he said after a pause, glancing back to her with a hint of a cocky smile.
She smiled softly again. "Think you might wanna stay here... become an X-man with me?"
Fox shrugged. "I'm gonna," he said softly, "yer all I got, ain't gonna let dat go ta easy..."
She smiled softly, almost weakly, at that. "... If you ever wanna leave, Fox... I'll go with you... You know that, right...?"
Fox sighed softly, nodding, "Buh I ain't gah nowheh else ta go anyway."
She leaned in and kissed him. "That doesn't mean the traveling bug won't bite."
Fox nodded slightly, glancing out the window, "Yer righ', it dun..."
She blinked. "... I think it might be gnawing already?" she asked inquisitively.
Fox nodded just slightly, "It al'ays does, an de fac' I'm tryin' ta stay only made it sta't fasteh."
"... Do you want to leave, Fox?" she asked seriously.
"Yeah... an' nah... I like it 'ere.. de's jus sometin' 'bout stayin' in one place," he paused, shuddering softly.
She took his face gently in her hands. "Say the word, Fox. We'll go."
Fox sighed softly, meeting her eyes. "Pehaps lateh, we cin wandeh as pa't ah dis... buh now, lez stay. I ain't gonna mess thin's up fer ya fer feah..."
She shakes her head. "Don't worry about me, Fox... My home is where you are, I'll do anything to make you happy, you know that, right?"
Fox grinned just a bit. "An' I'm happy wid ya, I gotta get o'er dis anyway, I think," he said, his voice a little shaky, but only a little, more final then anything else.
She slowly nodded, stroking his thumbs. "Alright, Fox... You just... let me know... okay...?"
Fox gave a slight nod, "Kay."
She stood, and stretched. "I'm gonna take a shower... you going to sleep?"
Fox shook his head just a bit, lying back on his bed, "Gonna take my showeh afteh ya."
She nodded a little, and smiled, then moved to the bathroom. She left the door open just a crack, enough for the steam to get out. Bad habit. She hated a stuffy room, even after a shower. She quickly showered, and emerged in a thick robe carrying her clothing. "All yours, Fox. I left you warm water." she grinned a little.
Fox nodded slightly, yawning some as he went to the shower, some clothes from his bag in his arm. When he came out he had switched outfits, wearing what he'd be wearing the next day.
She was in her nightgown, brushing out her long soft hair. She smiled up at him and chuckled. "Do you always sleep in clothing...?"
Fox shrugged lightly, head tilting just a bit, "Yeah, why nah?"
"I always found it more comfortable to have something picked out to wear to bed..." she murmured, and shrugged. "To each their own."
Fox grinned a bit and nodded, "I jus' ne'er knew when I'd havta jus' geh up an go in deh middle ah deh nigh'... or didn' 'ave a change ah clothes. An' now... old 'abits die 'ard..."
She chuckled a little. "I hope ye dun get up and go in the middle of the night." She moved over to him, and kissed him softly. "Sleep well?"
Fox grinned lightly, "Shouldn' be ta 'ard... ya ta..." He sat down on his bed, laying back to stare at the ceiling until he fell asleep.
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Logan snorted as he stalked down the halls. He was definitely not into Fox sharing a room with the young girl he'd come to know affectionately. Chuck seemed to be bending over backwards to make this kid stay... Why, he wondered. The sun was setting in the western sky as Logan knocked on X's door. "Hey, Doc... Ya still in?"
Professor Xavier looked up from his desk. "Yes Logan," he said smoothly, sensing even now that something was troubling him, and considering recent events he didn't need to probe even slightly to figure out what.
Wolverine opened the door, and stepped inside, eyes narrowed. "Somethin' funny's goin' on wit dat new kid, Fox, doc... and I wanna know what. It's like yer givin' 'im everything he wants, protectin' him from everything... Why?"
Xavier brought his chair forward just slightly, fingers rubbing along the bridge of his nose slightly. "Because, Logan, he will only stay if he has reason not to leave."
Logan narrowed his eyes. "Lots of students have left to do what they want... Why's this kid so different?" he demanded to know
"Because what powers he's developed are not all he will. If he leaves now he will become an unknown, a potentially powerful unknown, and likely to be in danger for it."
Logan's brows rose slightly. "An unknown power...? What kind of power, doc? Can y'tell yet?"
Xavier nodded somewhat, "Well, I have a general idea. It is mental verses physical, likely telepathy."
Wolverine's brows furrowed deeper. "... Like Jeannie's?" he muttered in question.
"More like mine," he replied simply.
Now that was a sobering thought. "Like yours??" Logan almost breathed. If Magneto got a hold on a kid with power's like the Doc's...
Xavier met Logan's eyes, seriousness filling his own, "Now you see why he must stay..."
He nodded a few times. "... But we can' keep 'im prisoner if he ever wants to go... and that would leave him vulnerable..."
"No we can't. We need to help him all we can while he's here, and give him reasons to stay... at least until he can handle being virtually on his own."
Logan nodded again in agreement. "Alright, Doc... I feel better now dat I know, but that jes raised a whole load o' new questions." He shook his head. "I 'spose they'll be answered sooner or later."
Xavier nodded in reply. "With time, yes, they will, though those answers will most likely bring new questions too," he said, a hint of a smile inching across his otherwise somber face.
Logan sighed a little. "Well, not much more I can do 'bout it... other than take care o' da kid and make sure Magneto don't get his grubby paws on him."
"Let us hope that will be enough," he replied simply and just a bit darkly.
"It will be... believe me," wolverine almost growled, squeezing his fists so that his knuckles popped.
"I do Logan," he said, "which is why I put him with you for training."
Logan cracked his knuckles again, and nodded. "Time to rethink my trainin' schedule..."
"Do what you think is best, just make sure you don't push him hard enough to drive him off Logan, we can no more let that happen then to let him slip."
"I'll be careful, Doc... At least as careful as I can be." Logan turned and left the room, planning out new exercises and sprints.
Fox just watched, arms crossed over his chest, head tilted sharply.
Chamille swept her fist and caught the Cajun in the jaw. Gambit growled and his hands began to glow as he forced them on Chamille's temples, as she screeched in pain. "Give up, chere!" Remy panted. "Nnno!" Chamille suddenly disappeared, and Remy was on his back, clutching his stomach. Several kicks came to the Cajun, and he grabbed nothing, and yanked. She hit the ground and appeared with a cry, and it began again
Fox forced himself to sit down as he waited, fighting back protective instincts as they tried to kick in. This was a practice fight, his interfering would probably not be for the best.
Eventually, she arched and flipped Gambit onto his back, where he looked up at her very surprised. His glasses had been knocked off, and now, his ember and coal eyes were burning like a demon's at her. He grabbed her wrists, and there was a pause. A smile touched his lips. "Well done, chere. Very well done. You are ready, for the Danger Room."
Fox tilted his head from where he sat, curious now as to what the danger room was.
Chamille certainly seemed pleased with what Remy said as he let her up, and they shook hands. "Very well done, chere." He smiled a bit. "I do believe someone else wants t'congrad'late ye on yer victory, mon ami. I will see you tomorrow." With that, he was gone.
Fox grinned a bit from where he sat, getting up and coming to Chameleon. "He dun stay one place ta lon', does 'e?" he commented almost too himself before turning full to Chameleon. "Ya doin' aight?"
She giggled and hugged Fox. "I'm doing wonderfully, Fox!" she breathed, excitement coursing through her. "The Danger Room is the very last step to becoming an X-man. I'm only one step away, Fox...!"
Fox grinned, "Daz nah wha' I meant," he said softly, but decided not to spoil the moment with bad memories, "But good fer ya, I know yer gonna da well." He paused, tilting his head, "Wanna see if we cin get sometin' ta eat?"
She nodded. "Oh yes, I'm starving."
Fox nodded just slightly, leading her into the kitchen to grab them some food.
She followed, smiling a little as she walked softly beside him her hand taking his gloved one with a smile. She was a little banged up and grass-stained, but didn't seem to mind at all.
Fox glanced down at her. "Seems we got ouh own room now," he said softly after they had both gotten plates of food and returned to the training field to eat it.
She nodded, and after they got onto the playing field, she stopped. Her eyes narrowed as she saw someone across the field... James... "Let's go back to it then... I don't like the air out here..."
Fox tilted his head, shrugging as he turned, "Aight, we cin da dat..."
She snorted angrily as James disappeared into the backdrop, and she left the field with Fox, food in hand. They went back to their new room, set up with twin beds, one on either side of the window.
Fox sat down on the bed where his backpack had already been thrown, working on his dinner in silence.
She moved up onto her own bed, letting claim whichever he wanted, and ate her own food, also in silence, for a while. "That bastard," she finally mumbled more to herself than him, "who the hell does he think he is..."
Fox blinked glancing up from his food. "Huh?" he questioned in almost a snarl, already guessing who, but not certain enough to voice assumptions.
"James... He was on the field..." she murmured softly.
Fox snarled low, forcing it back. "So dats why ya wan'ed ta leave," he replied simply, voice at something of a snarl still.
"I didn't want him to be there, watching me in the bloody clouds." She set down her plate and sighed, closing her eyes. "I'm sorry, Fox, it know y'like it better outside..."
Fox just shrugged, "Act'ally I jus' like it betteh wheh it's nah crowded ah noisy... An' well... dis fits dat."
She smiled a little. "Cozy, ain't it? ... Like our own apartment or somethin'."
Fox nodded slightly, eyes drifting around the room. "No moh annoyin' boys," he added jokingly, smirking slightly.
She giggled. "No more annoying anything... just you an' me, Fox." She smiled a little wider.
Fox grinned, setting his plate onto the dresser. "Yeah... jus' us," he murmured softly.
She moved to him, and embraced him, smiling almost happily. "It's really happenin', Fox... I'm gonna be an X-man..." she whispered.
Fox grinned just lightly, not sure how to comment in reply, just nodding, his grin widening.
She giggled, and slipped back, lying back on his bed, a content smile on her face.
Fox's grin slid away, sliding to more of a just contented expression as he still sat up on his bed, just, looking across the room and at the wall.
She looked up at him, and smiled softly. "How's your training coming...? Think you'll be able to take it all the way though?"
Fox shrugged at first in response. "Yeah, ain't nuttin' I can't take," he said after a pause, glancing back to her with a hint of a cocky smile.
She smiled softly again. "Think you might wanna stay here... become an X-man with me?"
Fox shrugged. "I'm gonna," he said softly, "yer all I got, ain't gonna let dat go ta easy..."
She smiled softly, almost weakly, at that. "... If you ever wanna leave, Fox... I'll go with you... You know that, right...?"
Fox sighed softly, nodding, "Buh I ain't gah nowheh else ta go anyway."
She leaned in and kissed him. "That doesn't mean the traveling bug won't bite."
Fox nodded slightly, glancing out the window, "Yer righ', it dun..."
She blinked. "... I think it might be gnawing already?" she asked inquisitively.
Fox nodded just slightly, "It al'ays does, an de fac' I'm tryin' ta stay only made it sta't fasteh."
"... Do you want to leave, Fox?" she asked seriously.
"Yeah... an' nah... I like it 'ere.. de's jus sometin' 'bout stayin' in one place," he paused, shuddering softly.
She took his face gently in her hands. "Say the word, Fox. We'll go."
Fox sighed softly, meeting her eyes. "Pehaps lateh, we cin wandeh as pa't ah dis... buh now, lez stay. I ain't gonna mess thin's up fer ya fer feah..."
She shakes her head. "Don't worry about me, Fox... My home is where you are, I'll do anything to make you happy, you know that, right?"
Fox grinned just a bit. "An' I'm happy wid ya, I gotta get o'er dis anyway, I think," he said, his voice a little shaky, but only a little, more final then anything else.
She slowly nodded, stroking his thumbs. "Alright, Fox... You just... let me know... okay...?"
Fox gave a slight nod, "Kay."
She stood, and stretched. "I'm gonna take a shower... you going to sleep?"
Fox shook his head just a bit, lying back on his bed, "Gonna take my showeh afteh ya."
She nodded a little, and smiled, then moved to the bathroom. She left the door open just a crack, enough for the steam to get out. Bad habit. She hated a stuffy room, even after a shower. She quickly showered, and emerged in a thick robe carrying her clothing. "All yours, Fox. I left you warm water." she grinned a little.
Fox nodded slightly, yawning some as he went to the shower, some clothes from his bag in his arm. When he came out he had switched outfits, wearing what he'd be wearing the next day.
She was in her nightgown, brushing out her long soft hair. She smiled up at him and chuckled. "Do you always sleep in clothing...?"
Fox shrugged lightly, head tilting just a bit, "Yeah, why nah?"
"I always found it more comfortable to have something picked out to wear to bed..." she murmured, and shrugged. "To each their own."
Fox grinned a bit and nodded, "I jus' ne'er knew when I'd havta jus' geh up an go in deh middle ah deh nigh'... or didn' 'ave a change ah clothes. An' now... old 'abits die 'ard..."
She chuckled a little. "I hope ye dun get up and go in the middle of the night." She moved over to him, and kissed him softly. "Sleep well?"
Fox grinned lightly, "Shouldn' be ta 'ard... ya ta..." He sat down on his bed, laying back to stare at the ceiling until he fell asleep.
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Logan snorted as he stalked down the halls. He was definitely not into Fox sharing a room with the young girl he'd come to know affectionately. Chuck seemed to be bending over backwards to make this kid stay... Why, he wondered. The sun was setting in the western sky as Logan knocked on X's door. "Hey, Doc... Ya still in?"
Professor Xavier looked up from his desk. "Yes Logan," he said smoothly, sensing even now that something was troubling him, and considering recent events he didn't need to probe even slightly to figure out what.
Wolverine opened the door, and stepped inside, eyes narrowed. "Somethin' funny's goin' on wit dat new kid, Fox, doc... and I wanna know what. It's like yer givin' 'im everything he wants, protectin' him from everything... Why?"
Xavier brought his chair forward just slightly, fingers rubbing along the bridge of his nose slightly. "Because, Logan, he will only stay if he has reason not to leave."
Logan narrowed his eyes. "Lots of students have left to do what they want... Why's this kid so different?" he demanded to know
"Because what powers he's developed are not all he will. If he leaves now he will become an unknown, a potentially powerful unknown, and likely to be in danger for it."
Logan's brows rose slightly. "An unknown power...? What kind of power, doc? Can y'tell yet?"
Xavier nodded somewhat, "Well, I have a general idea. It is mental verses physical, likely telepathy."
Wolverine's brows furrowed deeper. "... Like Jeannie's?" he muttered in question.
"More like mine," he replied simply.
Now that was a sobering thought. "Like yours??" Logan almost breathed. If Magneto got a hold on a kid with power's like the Doc's...
Xavier met Logan's eyes, seriousness filling his own, "Now you see why he must stay..."
He nodded a few times. "... But we can' keep 'im prisoner if he ever wants to go... and that would leave him vulnerable..."
"No we can't. We need to help him all we can while he's here, and give him reasons to stay... at least until he can handle being virtually on his own."
Logan nodded again in agreement. "Alright, Doc... I feel better now dat I know, but that jes raised a whole load o' new questions." He shook his head. "I 'spose they'll be answered sooner or later."
Xavier nodded in reply. "With time, yes, they will, though those answers will most likely bring new questions too," he said, a hint of a smile inching across his otherwise somber face.
Logan sighed a little. "Well, not much more I can do 'bout it... other than take care o' da kid and make sure Magneto don't get his grubby paws on him."
"Let us hope that will be enough," he replied simply and just a bit darkly.
"It will be... believe me," wolverine almost growled, squeezing his fists so that his knuckles popped.
"I do Logan," he said, "which is why I put him with you for training."
Logan cracked his knuckles again, and nodded. "Time to rethink my trainin' schedule..."
"Do what you think is best, just make sure you don't push him hard enough to drive him off Logan, we can no more let that happen then to let him slip."
"I'll be careful, Doc... At least as careful as I can be." Logan turned and left the room, planning out new exercises and sprints.
