Chapter 5: What Dreams May Come
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Scott and Jean woke up at three in the afternoon that day.
Scott squinted beneath his visor at the light that was streaming through the curtains.
"Mmmmmmhhhhhh-what time is it?" groaned Scott looking over at the clock, "HOLY SHIT IT'S 3 IN THE AFTERNOON!"
"Nnnhhhhh-Scott too loud," mumbled Jean as she snuggled up to his chest.
"Jean?!" Scott looked over to see a very naked Jean covered by only a thin sheet and rose petals scattered everywhere around the room.
"Scott?!" Jean looked up quickly, "-you're not wearing any clothes!"
"Neither are you!" Scott countered.
"Wait did you say it's 3 in the afternoon?!" asked Jean.
"Ya," said Scott, "I wonder why Logan didn't come and wake us up."
"You're kidding, right?" asked Jean.
"What?" asked Scott.
Jean just rolled her eyes.
"So, did you have fun?" asked Scott.
"Well, I am more relaxed," admitted Jean rather sheepishly.
"What now?" asked Scott.
"A shower would be nice," said Jean.
"Bathroom's through there," Scott pointed off to the side.
"I meant with you," said Jean blushing a little.
Scott sat there dumb founded for a moment, then smiled, "I'll race you."
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5:00 pm
Mags Lair
Needless to say another meeting had been called. Everyone with the exception of Gambit of course was sitting in the commons room.
Magneto sighed, "Where's Gambit?"
"I don't know," seemed to be the unanimous answer.
"Has anyone seen him lately?" asked Mystique.
"No, I think the last time I saw him was when we got back, mate," said St. John.
"That was four hours ago, Comrade. He's probably just tired." offered Colossus.
"We can let him sleep this once." ventured Mystique, "You have to admit everything will go faster without him."
"Very well," Magneto seceded, "it is Friday after all," he said looking over at Mystique (he he).
Creed just snickered to himself as the meeting got underway.
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7:30 pm
The Xavier Institute
Logan had called a training session to make up for the missed session earlier that day-you know the one Scott and Jean slept through-(Mwhahahaha)
"Half-Pint, where's Stripes?" asked Logan.
"I don't know," said Kitty I like couldn't find her anywhere."
"I'll find her." said Wolverine, "The rest of you get started."
"I'm on Jean-I mean-It!-I'm on it!" Scott corrected himself as he pushed the button for the elevator.
Jean just covered her eyes with her hand and sighed.
"Nice Freudian slip," complimented Jamie with a smug smile.
Wolverine slunk away laughing to himself.
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In the meantime Rogue had come out of the closet (not literally!-pay attention!) and crawled up onto her bed when she fell asleep. Although even in sleep she was unable to find piece, rather she found violent dreams due to an overactive subconscious.
"No!-No!-NO!" Rogue started screaming. She was dreaming that the Canadian had finally decided to take the Cajun into his own hand-er-claws, more correctly. And in the danger room no less.
Blood splattered against the metal walls and body parts were strewn about the room.
Fifty-two pickup was the name of the game as Gambit's playing cards went flying in all directions-they two were doused in blood.
Logan could hear Rogue screaming, "STRIPES?!" but of course when he tried the knob it didn't work, nor did the door for that matter-the dresser was in front of it, remember?!
SKNIT!
Wolverine made quick work of the door and threw dresser out the way with ease then set to waking Rogue.
"Stirpes-Stripes, WAKE UP!" Logan shook her.
Rogue came around slowly, but one thing was sure Wolverine was standing over her-
SMASH!
Rogue broke the lamp on the nightstand over Wolverine's head.
"It all your fault!-It's all your-Logan?" Rogue was rather confused, "Whay is the lamp in pieces?"
"Why don't you tell me. You smashed it over my head!" said Wolverine.
"Ah did-Whay?" asked Rogue.
"I don't know!" said Wolverine, "I'm asking you."
"Wait, whay are you here?" asked Rogue.
"Danger room sesson-"
"Now?!" asked Rogue, "It's 7:45!"
"Get a move on," said Wolverine as he exited the room with some residual ringing in his ears.
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Down in the danger room they finally started the simulation around 8, but Rogue couldn't get that dream out of her head. She wasn't focused too many unanswered questions-
Would Logan really do that?
If not Logan, would Wolverine?
Rogue didn't hear the instructions Scott was giving. She was staring at the exact spot in the room where Wolverine had over powered Gambit in her dream.
She didn't even notice the start of the simulation.
Rockets soared through the air-
Lasers were fired-
Spikes shot from the walls-
And even the circular saw blades came out to play.
But what got the best of Rogue was one of the metal coils that came out of a panel in the floor. It side swiped her throwing her into the metal wall of the room.
Rogue didn't even have enough time to react to Kitty's warning, "ROGUE, BEHIND YOU!"
Everything went black for Rogue on impact.
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The next day around noonish at Magneto's lair everyone was up and around- all with the exception of Remy that is.
The adults were drawing out new battle strategies, which meant free time for the kids.
After a quick "ronde vu" in the laundry room John and Wanda went their separate ways-Since Magneto found out about their relations they face a whole new set of obstacles in not only avoiding the adults, but the younger members of Acolytes as well, although Wanda wasn't anything really as far as allegiance.
So far their favorite place was the laundry room purely because everyone procrastinated when it came to laundry, but most importantly because the machines vibrated!
It was in said Laundry room that St. John took on the roll of "Lord of the Lost Sox" and Wanda became the "Fabric Softener Tsarina"-(Dear God I don't even know where I come up with this shit!)
Anyway back to the story at hand-Pyro and Wanda had just finished a 'session' in which the "Lord of the Lost Sox" had saved the "Fabric Softener Tsarina" from the evil clutches of the "Lint Trap Troops" who were the minions of the "Wicked Whites Warden". Long story short the "Lord of the Lost Sox" got to name his reward and I think we all know he didn't take was behind door no. 1.
So, Wanda and Py are walking past Gambit's room on their way to do their favorite post "laundry" activity-ultimate Frisbee, which is rather impressive in knee deep snow.
"Hey, think Gambit would want to play?" asked St. John.
"I don't see why not," said Wanda as she knocked on the door.
No answer.
The two looked at each other.
St. John knocked again, "Rem, Mate, you ok?"
No answer.
"I don't see why he would be asleep," said Wanda, "Do you think we should go in?"
"Sure," said Pyro a little worried.
They opened the door and walked in to find Remy laying face down on the bed. His breathing was slow and heavy.
"Rem, you awake?" asked John, "Rem?"
No response.
"Gambit?" asked Wanda walking forward, "Whoa-" she tripped over the trashcan, which for some reason was in the middle of the floor.
Pyro tried shaking Gambit, but he still wouldn't get up.
"What's this?" Wanda asked herself as she lifted a small picture frame from the trash that had spilled onto the floor. It held a photo of Remy and Rogue at the restaurant down in New Orleans where Rogue had decided to play "footsie" (How Much Embarrassment Can 2 Mutants Take ref.). The glass covering the raw photo was cracked down the center.
After another 5 min. of trying to get Gambit on his feet St. John finally gave up, "Shi-er-Wanda, go get your father somethin's wrong."
Wanda ran down the hall to conference room and pretty much busted in.
"What is the meaning of this?" asked Magneto rather annoyed, "And why do you have a sock stuck to your shirt?!"
Sure enough Wanda looked down and one of Pyro's gym socks was stuck to her left breast from static cling.
"I was doing laundry!" said Wanda defensively.
"What, did you run out of fabric softener? Or is Pyro's foot stuck in the lint trap again? (Somehow that tale leaked out from one of the younger Acolytes)" Mystique raised an eyebrow, while Mastermind and Creed just fell out laughing.
"Are you done?!" Wanda shot a death glare towards Creed and Mastermind.
"Wanda this had better be good!" warned her father.
"Gambit's acting weird," said Wanda.
"He is weird!" argued Mystique.
"No, I mean he hasn't left his room since we got back from that "mandatory outing" you sent us on!" Wanda looked her father dead in the eye, "And he's still in the same clothes he came back in."
"So?" asked Creed, "If we let him Gambit would sleep through Doom's Day."
"That's just it he's not really a sleep," Wanda was trying to explain, "also I found this the trash." She slid the cracked frame across the table.
"Let me get this straight," said Matermind, "Rogue and Gambit broke up?"
"I think so," said Wanda.
"Whaddaya know, Christmas came early this year," said Mystique smugly.
I own nothing.
Scott and Jean woke up at three in the afternoon that day.
Scott squinted beneath his visor at the light that was streaming through the curtains.
"Mmmmmmhhhhhh-what time is it?" groaned Scott looking over at the clock, "HOLY SHIT IT'S 3 IN THE AFTERNOON!"
"Nnnhhhhh-Scott too loud," mumbled Jean as she snuggled up to his chest.
"Jean?!" Scott looked over to see a very naked Jean covered by only a thin sheet and rose petals scattered everywhere around the room.
"Scott?!" Jean looked up quickly, "-you're not wearing any clothes!"
"Neither are you!" Scott countered.
"Wait did you say it's 3 in the afternoon?!" asked Jean.
"Ya," said Scott, "I wonder why Logan didn't come and wake us up."
"You're kidding, right?" asked Jean.
"What?" asked Scott.
Jean just rolled her eyes.
"So, did you have fun?" asked Scott.
"Well, I am more relaxed," admitted Jean rather sheepishly.
"What now?" asked Scott.
"A shower would be nice," said Jean.
"Bathroom's through there," Scott pointed off to the side.
"I meant with you," said Jean blushing a little.
Scott sat there dumb founded for a moment, then smiled, "I'll race you."
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5:00 pm
Mags Lair
Needless to say another meeting had been called. Everyone with the exception of Gambit of course was sitting in the commons room.
Magneto sighed, "Where's Gambit?"
"I don't know," seemed to be the unanimous answer.
"Has anyone seen him lately?" asked Mystique.
"No, I think the last time I saw him was when we got back, mate," said St. John.
"That was four hours ago, Comrade. He's probably just tired." offered Colossus.
"We can let him sleep this once." ventured Mystique, "You have to admit everything will go faster without him."
"Very well," Magneto seceded, "it is Friday after all," he said looking over at Mystique (he he).
Creed just snickered to himself as the meeting got underway.
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7:30 pm
The Xavier Institute
Logan had called a training session to make up for the missed session earlier that day-you know the one Scott and Jean slept through-(Mwhahahaha)
"Half-Pint, where's Stripes?" asked Logan.
"I don't know," said Kitty I like couldn't find her anywhere."
"I'll find her." said Wolverine, "The rest of you get started."
"I'm on Jean-I mean-It!-I'm on it!" Scott corrected himself as he pushed the button for the elevator.
Jean just covered her eyes with her hand and sighed.
"Nice Freudian slip," complimented Jamie with a smug smile.
Wolverine slunk away laughing to himself.
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In the meantime Rogue had come out of the closet (not literally!-pay attention!) and crawled up onto her bed when she fell asleep. Although even in sleep she was unable to find piece, rather she found violent dreams due to an overactive subconscious.
"No!-No!-NO!" Rogue started screaming. She was dreaming that the Canadian had finally decided to take the Cajun into his own hand-er-claws, more correctly. And in the danger room no less.
Blood splattered against the metal walls and body parts were strewn about the room.
Fifty-two pickup was the name of the game as Gambit's playing cards went flying in all directions-they two were doused in blood.
Logan could hear Rogue screaming, "STRIPES?!" but of course when he tried the knob it didn't work, nor did the door for that matter-the dresser was in front of it, remember?!
SKNIT!
Wolverine made quick work of the door and threw dresser out the way with ease then set to waking Rogue.
"Stirpes-Stripes, WAKE UP!" Logan shook her.
Rogue came around slowly, but one thing was sure Wolverine was standing over her-
SMASH!
Rogue broke the lamp on the nightstand over Wolverine's head.
"It all your fault!-It's all your-Logan?" Rogue was rather confused, "Whay is the lamp in pieces?"
"Why don't you tell me. You smashed it over my head!" said Wolverine.
"Ah did-Whay?" asked Rogue.
"I don't know!" said Wolverine, "I'm asking you."
"Wait, whay are you here?" asked Rogue.
"Danger room sesson-"
"Now?!" asked Rogue, "It's 7:45!"
"Get a move on," said Wolverine as he exited the room with some residual ringing in his ears.
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Down in the danger room they finally started the simulation around 8, but Rogue couldn't get that dream out of her head. She wasn't focused too many unanswered questions-
Would Logan really do that?
If not Logan, would Wolverine?
Rogue didn't hear the instructions Scott was giving. She was staring at the exact spot in the room where Wolverine had over powered Gambit in her dream.
She didn't even notice the start of the simulation.
Rockets soared through the air-
Lasers were fired-
Spikes shot from the walls-
And even the circular saw blades came out to play.
But what got the best of Rogue was one of the metal coils that came out of a panel in the floor. It side swiped her throwing her into the metal wall of the room.
Rogue didn't even have enough time to react to Kitty's warning, "ROGUE, BEHIND YOU!"
Everything went black for Rogue on impact.
-------------
The next day around noonish at Magneto's lair everyone was up and around- all with the exception of Remy that is.
The adults were drawing out new battle strategies, which meant free time for the kids.
After a quick "ronde vu" in the laundry room John and Wanda went their separate ways-Since Magneto found out about their relations they face a whole new set of obstacles in not only avoiding the adults, but the younger members of Acolytes as well, although Wanda wasn't anything really as far as allegiance.
So far their favorite place was the laundry room purely because everyone procrastinated when it came to laundry, but most importantly because the machines vibrated!
It was in said Laundry room that St. John took on the roll of "Lord of the Lost Sox" and Wanda became the "Fabric Softener Tsarina"-(Dear God I don't even know where I come up with this shit!)
Anyway back to the story at hand-Pyro and Wanda had just finished a 'session' in which the "Lord of the Lost Sox" had saved the "Fabric Softener Tsarina" from the evil clutches of the "Lint Trap Troops" who were the minions of the "Wicked Whites Warden". Long story short the "Lord of the Lost Sox" got to name his reward and I think we all know he didn't take was behind door no. 1.
So, Wanda and Py are walking past Gambit's room on their way to do their favorite post "laundry" activity-ultimate Frisbee, which is rather impressive in knee deep snow.
"Hey, think Gambit would want to play?" asked St. John.
"I don't see why not," said Wanda as she knocked on the door.
No answer.
The two looked at each other.
St. John knocked again, "Rem, Mate, you ok?"
No answer.
"I don't see why he would be asleep," said Wanda, "Do you think we should go in?"
"Sure," said Pyro a little worried.
They opened the door and walked in to find Remy laying face down on the bed. His breathing was slow and heavy.
"Rem, you awake?" asked John, "Rem?"
No response.
"Gambit?" asked Wanda walking forward, "Whoa-" she tripped over the trashcan, which for some reason was in the middle of the floor.
Pyro tried shaking Gambit, but he still wouldn't get up.
"What's this?" Wanda asked herself as she lifted a small picture frame from the trash that had spilled onto the floor. It held a photo of Remy and Rogue at the restaurant down in New Orleans where Rogue had decided to play "footsie" (How Much Embarrassment Can 2 Mutants Take ref.). The glass covering the raw photo was cracked down the center.
After another 5 min. of trying to get Gambit on his feet St. John finally gave up, "Shi-er-Wanda, go get your father somethin's wrong."
Wanda ran down the hall to conference room and pretty much busted in.
"What is the meaning of this?" asked Magneto rather annoyed, "And why do you have a sock stuck to your shirt?!"
Sure enough Wanda looked down and one of Pyro's gym socks was stuck to her left breast from static cling.
"I was doing laundry!" said Wanda defensively.
"What, did you run out of fabric softener? Or is Pyro's foot stuck in the lint trap again? (Somehow that tale leaked out from one of the younger Acolytes)" Mystique raised an eyebrow, while Mastermind and Creed just fell out laughing.
"Are you done?!" Wanda shot a death glare towards Creed and Mastermind.
"Wanda this had better be good!" warned her father.
"Gambit's acting weird," said Wanda.
"He is weird!" argued Mystique.
"No, I mean he hasn't left his room since we got back from that "mandatory outing" you sent us on!" Wanda looked her father dead in the eye, "And he's still in the same clothes he came back in."
"So?" asked Creed, "If we let him Gambit would sleep through Doom's Day."
"That's just it he's not really a sleep," Wanda was trying to explain, "also I found this the trash." She slid the cracked frame across the table.
"Let me get this straight," said Matermind, "Rogue and Gambit broke up?"
"I think so," said Wanda.
"Whaddaya know, Christmas came early this year," said Mystique smugly.