(A/N: You reviewed? Even after all this time? Thanks!:)
St. John: Not that she deserves your praise. And my thanks to Panther Nesmith, finally a muse gets some support.
J.D: (walks over to the exceptionally amazing lighter collection on nearby shelf) Which one shall I get rid of first? Oh! How about this one? (picks up one of the fancy little trinkets)
St. John: I take it back! Late updates build suspense, so their good, ya.
J.D: That wasn't very convincing, but it'll do. Now, what should we do for this chapter?...
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Wanda sat across from St. John in a small restaurant near the hotel. Peter and Kitty had gone to an art gallery further into town and left the excitement-lacking rebels to mope with boredom.
"I'm chaos deprived" Pyro complained, flicking his lighter off and on, Wanda watched the tiny flame that popped up every other time and mentally agreed with him. There wasn't very much destruction they could cause in this town, it wasn't very big and there weren't enough people to terrorize for their liking.
Just then, a group of girls with blond hair and matching mini-skirts, walked in, "Hey, Danny" one of them greeted a tall, muscular man with close cropped hair, who was standing behind the cash register.
The man, who really looked more like a teenager working an after-school job, smiled at the girls that Wanda already decided had a non-existent IQ, "Hey, Lee Ann" the girls shared a knowing look, then broke into giggles.
Danny shrugged, having been left out of the silent joke, "What?" he asked, Lee Ann rolled her eyes playfully, Wanda and Pyro exchanged gagging faces.
"Everyone calls me Lee, now, it's my "punk" name" Wanda laughed out loud at that, there was no way in hell this girl was punk, it was probably just some ditzy phase.
Lee Ann and her friends turned to glare at whoever it was that care mock them, when their eyes narrowed on the Scarlet Witch, their faces hardened, "And exactly what is so funny?"
St. John and Wanda grinned, seeing their opportunity to have a good time. Wanda stood and walked until she was a foot or two away from the girl, "You are far from being a punk, you're just copying some celebrity who idiotically said that punk was the latest thing"
The girl flipped her hair ignorantly, "I am punk to the core, and punks don't follow the latest trend"
Wanda smirked, "Punks don't use the word punk, either" she took a look at the girl's clothing, "And they don't wear mini-skirts and tank-tops."
Lee Ann was about to throw a punch at the Scarlet Witch, but Wanda expertly evaded it and readied herself for a few blows of her own. Before long, a fistfight broke out.
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That was it. Rogue could not take one more ounce of Remy's charm. She needed to breath. Noticing that Rogue was about to take off, Gambit got up and blocked her path, "Uh-uh, Cher`e" he said, wagging a finger at her, "You need to practice your new skill" he was referring to how she could put psyches back in their original bodies and then be able to temporarily touch the person she absorbed.
"Cajun, if you don't get out of my way this instant, Ah will make sure that tongue of yours is never able to form words again!" Remy was unfazed, "Don't you want to see what it feels like to touch, Petite?" he asked.
Rogue sighed, she did want to see what it felt like. But through past hour she had spent with Remy in the room, thinking on how nice it would be to have skin-to-skin contact, her mind always drifted back to the guards that had raped her.
*Gambit would never do anything like that to you* Mesmero consoled, *I know, Mes, but for some reason, that's not making me feel any better at the moment* *You could at least try after all our hard work*
She pondered this for several minutes before meeting Remy's gaze and nodding, "Alright, Swamp Rat, we might as well get it over with" she ignored the glint in his eyes and took off a glove, putting her bare hand to his cheek.
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The restaurant was a complete disaster by the time Wanda and Pyro stepped out the door, leaving behind bruised and beaten cheerleaders along with some customers who had tried to intervene during the battle.
The two mutants didn't have one scratch on their bodies, though, when the fight ended, "That felt good" Pyro said. Wanda glanced around for more trouble, unsatisfied, but knowing there was no other way to reek havoc in this small town, "Let's go find Peter and Kitty" she mumbled, continuing on their way.
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Rogue felt a headache come on as she finished returning Gambit's psyche and waited as he opened his eyes.
The first thing Remy did once awake, was get off the floor and help Rogue to her feet, drawing her close, "Feel free to do whatever you want" he said with expected enthusiasm.
Rogue felt awkward and timid doing this, however, she swallowed her fear and took Remy's bare hand in hers, finding the skin warm and inviting. She marveled for a while about the sensation of touch, tracing his palm with her thumb and rubbing the back of his hand.
She had the sudden urge to feel his hand against her face, but resisted, fearing that he might take that as some sort of sign to go ahead and do whatever things were running through his mind at the moment.
Instead, Rogue found herself pulling away. Remy gave her a concerned look, "Ah" she tried to answer his unspoken question, "Ah feel weird doing this" she rubbed her arm nervously, "Its doesn't feel right"
Remy gave her a gentle smile, "That's why you need to do it a lot, Cher`e, so you can get used to it" he closed the distance she had put between them and cupped her face with his hands.
Rogue gave him an astonished look, instinctively moving to get away, then remembering she could touch him and relaxed a little, enjoying having him so near and not having to be afraid of her power.
"Besides, I wouldn't do anything that you didn't want me too" Rogue new he was being sincere and averted her gaze, thinking of what to do next; before she could stop herself, she asked, "And if Ah wanted you to kiss me?"
He leaned his face in until their lips were inches apart and Rogue's heart began to beat faster than normal, "If you really wanted me to, than I would" he whispered. Their mouths met and Rogue had to wrap her arms around his neck to keep from giving into her weak knees.
She never imagined how amazingly sweet such a thing could be, and she reveled in the sensation while Gambit's arms moved to encircle her waist, both of them practically intoxicated with each other.
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It took Mystique the entire afternoon with unfriendly interrogation of people who claimed they saw which direction the new Brotherhood had gone, before she finally wound up in some no-name town a day's drive from Connecticut.
She checked into a hotel and tried to sleep. She really didn't know how she was going to force the teens to come back with her, she just knew she had to. It was the only way she would ever be able to top Xavier, and at the moment that was all she wanted.
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(A/N: I know this is a really bad time in the story to tell you this, but I'm leaving tomorrow for a few days and I wont be able to update till I get back. I'm really sorry, but my parents won't let me stay behind)
St. John: Not that she deserves your praise. And my thanks to Panther Nesmith, finally a muse gets some support.
J.D: (walks over to the exceptionally amazing lighter collection on nearby shelf) Which one shall I get rid of first? Oh! How about this one? (picks up one of the fancy little trinkets)
St. John: I take it back! Late updates build suspense, so their good, ya.
J.D: That wasn't very convincing, but it'll do. Now, what should we do for this chapter?...
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Wanda sat across from St. John in a small restaurant near the hotel. Peter and Kitty had gone to an art gallery further into town and left the excitement-lacking rebels to mope with boredom.
"I'm chaos deprived" Pyro complained, flicking his lighter off and on, Wanda watched the tiny flame that popped up every other time and mentally agreed with him. There wasn't very much destruction they could cause in this town, it wasn't very big and there weren't enough people to terrorize for their liking.
Just then, a group of girls with blond hair and matching mini-skirts, walked in, "Hey, Danny" one of them greeted a tall, muscular man with close cropped hair, who was standing behind the cash register.
The man, who really looked more like a teenager working an after-school job, smiled at the girls that Wanda already decided had a non-existent IQ, "Hey, Lee Ann" the girls shared a knowing look, then broke into giggles.
Danny shrugged, having been left out of the silent joke, "What?" he asked, Lee Ann rolled her eyes playfully, Wanda and Pyro exchanged gagging faces.
"Everyone calls me Lee, now, it's my "punk" name" Wanda laughed out loud at that, there was no way in hell this girl was punk, it was probably just some ditzy phase.
Lee Ann and her friends turned to glare at whoever it was that care mock them, when their eyes narrowed on the Scarlet Witch, their faces hardened, "And exactly what is so funny?"
St. John and Wanda grinned, seeing their opportunity to have a good time. Wanda stood and walked until she was a foot or two away from the girl, "You are far from being a punk, you're just copying some celebrity who idiotically said that punk was the latest thing"
The girl flipped her hair ignorantly, "I am punk to the core, and punks don't follow the latest trend"
Wanda smirked, "Punks don't use the word punk, either" she took a look at the girl's clothing, "And they don't wear mini-skirts and tank-tops."
Lee Ann was about to throw a punch at the Scarlet Witch, but Wanda expertly evaded it and readied herself for a few blows of her own. Before long, a fistfight broke out.
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That was it. Rogue could not take one more ounce of Remy's charm. She needed to breath. Noticing that Rogue was about to take off, Gambit got up and blocked her path, "Uh-uh, Cher`e" he said, wagging a finger at her, "You need to practice your new skill" he was referring to how she could put psyches back in their original bodies and then be able to temporarily touch the person she absorbed.
"Cajun, if you don't get out of my way this instant, Ah will make sure that tongue of yours is never able to form words again!" Remy was unfazed, "Don't you want to see what it feels like to touch, Petite?" he asked.
Rogue sighed, she did want to see what it felt like. But through past hour she had spent with Remy in the room, thinking on how nice it would be to have skin-to-skin contact, her mind always drifted back to the guards that had raped her.
*Gambit would never do anything like that to you* Mesmero consoled, *I know, Mes, but for some reason, that's not making me feel any better at the moment* *You could at least try after all our hard work*
She pondered this for several minutes before meeting Remy's gaze and nodding, "Alright, Swamp Rat, we might as well get it over with" she ignored the glint in his eyes and took off a glove, putting her bare hand to his cheek.
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The restaurant was a complete disaster by the time Wanda and Pyro stepped out the door, leaving behind bruised and beaten cheerleaders along with some customers who had tried to intervene during the battle.
The two mutants didn't have one scratch on their bodies, though, when the fight ended, "That felt good" Pyro said. Wanda glanced around for more trouble, unsatisfied, but knowing there was no other way to reek havoc in this small town, "Let's go find Peter and Kitty" she mumbled, continuing on their way.
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Rogue felt a headache come on as she finished returning Gambit's psyche and waited as he opened his eyes.
The first thing Remy did once awake, was get off the floor and help Rogue to her feet, drawing her close, "Feel free to do whatever you want" he said with expected enthusiasm.
Rogue felt awkward and timid doing this, however, she swallowed her fear and took Remy's bare hand in hers, finding the skin warm and inviting. She marveled for a while about the sensation of touch, tracing his palm with her thumb and rubbing the back of his hand.
She had the sudden urge to feel his hand against her face, but resisted, fearing that he might take that as some sort of sign to go ahead and do whatever things were running through his mind at the moment.
Instead, Rogue found herself pulling away. Remy gave her a concerned look, "Ah" she tried to answer his unspoken question, "Ah feel weird doing this" she rubbed her arm nervously, "Its doesn't feel right"
Remy gave her a gentle smile, "That's why you need to do it a lot, Cher`e, so you can get used to it" he closed the distance she had put between them and cupped her face with his hands.
Rogue gave him an astonished look, instinctively moving to get away, then remembering she could touch him and relaxed a little, enjoying having him so near and not having to be afraid of her power.
"Besides, I wouldn't do anything that you didn't want me too" Rogue new he was being sincere and averted her gaze, thinking of what to do next; before she could stop herself, she asked, "And if Ah wanted you to kiss me?"
He leaned his face in until their lips were inches apart and Rogue's heart began to beat faster than normal, "If you really wanted me to, than I would" he whispered. Their mouths met and Rogue had to wrap her arms around his neck to keep from giving into her weak knees.
She never imagined how amazingly sweet such a thing could be, and she reveled in the sensation while Gambit's arms moved to encircle her waist, both of them practically intoxicated with each other.
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It took Mystique the entire afternoon with unfriendly interrogation of people who claimed they saw which direction the new Brotherhood had gone, before she finally wound up in some no-name town a day's drive from Connecticut.
She checked into a hotel and tried to sleep. She really didn't know how she was going to force the teens to come back with her, she just knew she had to. It was the only way she would ever be able to top Xavier, and at the moment that was all she wanted.
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(A/N: I know this is a really bad time in the story to tell you this, but I'm leaving tomorrow for a few days and I wont be able to update till I get back. I'm really sorry, but my parents won't let me stay behind)