(A/N: Reviews! Me loves ya'! I'm actually glad I got back to updating this
fic. Thanks for all the reviews. St. John has been grumpy ever since we got
back, so he wont be making any sarcastic comments before this chapter. Too
bad (insert sarcasm here, lol)
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Mystique got to Connecticut by eight the next morning. She hadn't slept a wink the night before and her temper was on the verge of flaring to it's fullest. She was beyond ready to bring this trip to and end.
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Rogue woke up hugging a pillow to her chest. She glanced at the standard hotel alarm clock and buried herself deeper under the covers, not wanting to disturb her sleeping roommates.
She was glad that she had closed the curtains to the one window in the room last night, other wise the glaring sun would be casting it's warm rays into the dim room and doing it's job of practically forcing her out of bed.
Rogue thought about what happened after the kiss yesterday, and almost couldn't believe her own memory. When her and Gambit had pulled apart, he'd brought a hand up to trace her facial features and asked in that seductive, husky voice of his, what she wanted to do next.
"Ah just want to be held" she had replied. And so that's what they did. He held her sitting on the bed until the others had come back. Now, Rogue rolled her eyes at the corniness of it all, going over what she said made her feel embarrassed at her girlishness, like she was the character in some cheap romance novel.
Although it had seemed the right thing at that moment, it sounded so dumb to her after replaying the events in her mind. Rogue got up and quietly made her way to her duffel bag so she could change clothes; a good walk would get her over the insecurity she had obtained from her pondering.
The Goth didn't make it five steps down the hall before an arm was placed around her shoulders and a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks, "Good morning, Cher`e"
Rogue caught the frustrated groan before it could escape her mouth, she turned towards the Cajun and was met with piercing red eyes that still stunned her even after being around him for so long.
His smile was flattering and flirtatious, and Rogue was bombarded with the memory of his lips on hers, and how loved she had felt in his arms. She realized that there was no way she would ever be able to second guess herself about her feelings for him anymore, she couldn't keep rejecting him after they got close, she needed to live up to this one.
"Morning, Swamp Rat" she said, but her tone was one of happiness at having him near her. Remy grinned like a boy who had just made up with his best friend, "So, want to experiment with your powers more?"
Rogue grunted with embarrassment, "Uh...maybe latter" if it was possible, Gambit's mood got even better, "Lets go for a drive, then" he suggested. Rogue shrugged, "Fine. Ah wanted to see what they had in town anyway"
*Liar* she thought to herself, but it would give her time to talk with Gambit and find out exactly where this relationship was headed.
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Storm was reading a book at the kitchen table while a breakfast casserole was baking in the oven. She glanced up when Logan came in, "How much longer do you think it will be?" she asked anxiously.
It was hard on her, not knowing if Kitty and Rogue were being taken care of properly, although Ororo knew full well they could take care of themselves, it was just her extensive maternal instinct that kept her worried.
Wolverine poured a cup of coffee and sat down, casually picking up the waiting morning paper in front of him before answering, "I don't know, Darlin'" it was the same thing he had told her yesterday in the study knowing exactly what she was talking about.
Storm returned her attention to her book without much enthusiasm for finding out what would happen to the main character next.
But as she continued reading, she began to place more familiar names to the characters in the storyline; it was an odd habit she had acquired after they had gotten more people at the institute in her first few years of being here.
She would pick out the characters that resembled the people in the mansion and imagine their names in place of the author's original titles to the people in his or her book. It was sort of like her own private joke because it made her laugh when the person in the book did something that it's real counterpart did, or vice versa.
Right now, Ororo was reading about a girl who was similar to Rogue, and she could only hope that the story had a good ending.
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Jean analyzed the degrading situation she was in. Here ridiculously red hair was pulled back in a ponytail with strands of loose hair sticking out everywhere. Her used-to-be-perfect skin had blotches of dirt on it and her clothes were stained with oil.
She stood looking at a clean X-jet, and her jaw dropped when she caught her reflection on the polished surface. If she was not stunned beyond words, she might have screamed, but instead she dropped a dripping sponge into a bucket filled with soap, turned and proceeded to take of her rubber gloves at an agonizing pace.
When she had completed this task, she decided that one way or another she would get extreme revenge on that Goth girl.
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Rogue and Remy were basically parked in the middle of nowhere and had been for almost a half and hour. Remy was shuffling cards in the backseat with his legs propped up, and Rogue had the passenger's seat reclined as far as it would go, sitting cross-legged in the middle of it.
They had talked about the new faction of the X-men and it's pro and cons, they talked about Peter's art and a few other trivial things, mostly because neither of them knew how to broach the subject of them.
*Just ask him* Mesmero prompted, but Rogue was hesitant *I don't think I should, maybe he's not talking about it for a reason* Mesmero sighed in her head, *The only reason is because he is greatly uncertain how you feel about it, and neither of you are using your powers to try to find out what the others' emotions are, so It's up to me to convince you to make the first move*
Rogue realized just how dependent she had become on Mesmero's advice as far as relationships went. She was grateful for his help because of her extreme inexperience when it came to social interaction and he had done a lot for her, the only way she knew how to repay him, was by acting on his advice.
*Okay* she conceded, "Remy?" the Cajun made eye contact and Rogue spilled before she lost her nerve, "Just where, exactly, is this relationship going?"
Gambit got a mischievous glint in his eyes, and was about to respond wittily when Rogue cut him off, "No" she said, "Ah mean, seriously, where are we going?"
Remy turned sincere for the sake of their discussion and answered, "Well, I s'pose we're gonna date on a regular basis, so that technically makes me your boyfriend" as an after thought, he added, jokingly, "And as soon as you're done with high school, we can elope and get married in New Orleans"
Rogue frowned, "Ha, ha, ha" she said mockingly, but then she brightened slightly, "Ah can't believe Ah actually have a boyfriend" she looked Remy over and smirked, "And Ah really can't believe it's you!"
Gambit pretended to pout in hurt at her comment, "You know who really wont believe it" he said, "My entire family, they'll probably be rolling with laughter after I tell them I found the most precious girl in the world to settle down with"
Rogue gave him a worried look, "You seemed to be planning this pretty far ahead, Swamp Rat" Remy grinned, "'Only pick out what you're gonna buy with the money you win, before you win it, if you know the odds are in your favor' my Tante Mattie (A/N: Not sure if I'm spelling it correctly) said that" Rogue smiled, "Oh, you think Ah'm gonna hang around you forever?" he nodded, "I'd bet my last dime on it"
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Peter woke to a soft knock on the door. He glanced around the room to get his bearings and noticed St. John still asleep and Remy missing.
Sort of the same thing that had happened on the Acolyte's base numerous mornings in a row, except for the fact that now the guys were sharing a room so he found this out much sooner.
Every morning he had woken up, when he was on Magneto's turf, and gone downstairs to be informed by Sabertooth's early rants that Remy was gone, again, and St. John was either still asleep or hogging the TV.
Peter got up in his T-shirt and boxers, but he had the courtesy to put on a pair of pants, being the gentleman that he was, before opening the door. There stood Kitty, in all her cheeriness, but before Peter could ask what she wanted, the valley girl did something very uncharacteristic and unexpected.
She reached up and pulled Peter into a passionate kiss, which lasted about two seconds before the large Russian passed out.
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'Kitty' morphed back into Mystique who used Sabertooth's form to haul Colossus to her car. She had placed a thin, clear, plastic covering on her lips, which was coated with a liquid drug that would keep her victim unconscious for at least twelve hours.
She knew the kids wouldn't go willingly so this method was most harmless and discreet force she could use, *One down* Mystique thought, *Five to go*
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(A/N: Okay, so maybe when one of my reviewers asked for more Peter/Kitty, they didn't exactly mean that, but I will try to do more on the couple later on. I know this one was short but I will try to make up for that latter. Thanks for all your reviews:)
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Mystique got to Connecticut by eight the next morning. She hadn't slept a wink the night before and her temper was on the verge of flaring to it's fullest. She was beyond ready to bring this trip to and end.
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Rogue woke up hugging a pillow to her chest. She glanced at the standard hotel alarm clock and buried herself deeper under the covers, not wanting to disturb her sleeping roommates.
She was glad that she had closed the curtains to the one window in the room last night, other wise the glaring sun would be casting it's warm rays into the dim room and doing it's job of practically forcing her out of bed.
Rogue thought about what happened after the kiss yesterday, and almost couldn't believe her own memory. When her and Gambit had pulled apart, he'd brought a hand up to trace her facial features and asked in that seductive, husky voice of his, what she wanted to do next.
"Ah just want to be held" she had replied. And so that's what they did. He held her sitting on the bed until the others had come back. Now, Rogue rolled her eyes at the corniness of it all, going over what she said made her feel embarrassed at her girlishness, like she was the character in some cheap romance novel.
Although it had seemed the right thing at that moment, it sounded so dumb to her after replaying the events in her mind. Rogue got up and quietly made her way to her duffel bag so she could change clothes; a good walk would get her over the insecurity she had obtained from her pondering.
The Goth didn't make it five steps down the hall before an arm was placed around her shoulders and a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks, "Good morning, Cher`e"
Rogue caught the frustrated groan before it could escape her mouth, she turned towards the Cajun and was met with piercing red eyes that still stunned her even after being around him for so long.
His smile was flattering and flirtatious, and Rogue was bombarded with the memory of his lips on hers, and how loved she had felt in his arms. She realized that there was no way she would ever be able to second guess herself about her feelings for him anymore, she couldn't keep rejecting him after they got close, she needed to live up to this one.
"Morning, Swamp Rat" she said, but her tone was one of happiness at having him near her. Remy grinned like a boy who had just made up with his best friend, "So, want to experiment with your powers more?"
Rogue grunted with embarrassment, "Uh...maybe latter" if it was possible, Gambit's mood got even better, "Lets go for a drive, then" he suggested. Rogue shrugged, "Fine. Ah wanted to see what they had in town anyway"
*Liar* she thought to herself, but it would give her time to talk with Gambit and find out exactly where this relationship was headed.
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Storm was reading a book at the kitchen table while a breakfast casserole was baking in the oven. She glanced up when Logan came in, "How much longer do you think it will be?" she asked anxiously.
It was hard on her, not knowing if Kitty and Rogue were being taken care of properly, although Ororo knew full well they could take care of themselves, it was just her extensive maternal instinct that kept her worried.
Wolverine poured a cup of coffee and sat down, casually picking up the waiting morning paper in front of him before answering, "I don't know, Darlin'" it was the same thing he had told her yesterday in the study knowing exactly what she was talking about.
Storm returned her attention to her book without much enthusiasm for finding out what would happen to the main character next.
But as she continued reading, she began to place more familiar names to the characters in the storyline; it was an odd habit she had acquired after they had gotten more people at the institute in her first few years of being here.
She would pick out the characters that resembled the people in the mansion and imagine their names in place of the author's original titles to the people in his or her book. It was sort of like her own private joke because it made her laugh when the person in the book did something that it's real counterpart did, or vice versa.
Right now, Ororo was reading about a girl who was similar to Rogue, and she could only hope that the story had a good ending.
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Jean analyzed the degrading situation she was in. Here ridiculously red hair was pulled back in a ponytail with strands of loose hair sticking out everywhere. Her used-to-be-perfect skin had blotches of dirt on it and her clothes were stained with oil.
She stood looking at a clean X-jet, and her jaw dropped when she caught her reflection on the polished surface. If she was not stunned beyond words, she might have screamed, but instead she dropped a dripping sponge into a bucket filled with soap, turned and proceeded to take of her rubber gloves at an agonizing pace.
When she had completed this task, she decided that one way or another she would get extreme revenge on that Goth girl.
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Rogue and Remy were basically parked in the middle of nowhere and had been for almost a half and hour. Remy was shuffling cards in the backseat with his legs propped up, and Rogue had the passenger's seat reclined as far as it would go, sitting cross-legged in the middle of it.
They had talked about the new faction of the X-men and it's pro and cons, they talked about Peter's art and a few other trivial things, mostly because neither of them knew how to broach the subject of them.
*Just ask him* Mesmero prompted, but Rogue was hesitant *I don't think I should, maybe he's not talking about it for a reason* Mesmero sighed in her head, *The only reason is because he is greatly uncertain how you feel about it, and neither of you are using your powers to try to find out what the others' emotions are, so It's up to me to convince you to make the first move*
Rogue realized just how dependent she had become on Mesmero's advice as far as relationships went. She was grateful for his help because of her extreme inexperience when it came to social interaction and he had done a lot for her, the only way she knew how to repay him, was by acting on his advice.
*Okay* she conceded, "Remy?" the Cajun made eye contact and Rogue spilled before she lost her nerve, "Just where, exactly, is this relationship going?"
Gambit got a mischievous glint in his eyes, and was about to respond wittily when Rogue cut him off, "No" she said, "Ah mean, seriously, where are we going?"
Remy turned sincere for the sake of their discussion and answered, "Well, I s'pose we're gonna date on a regular basis, so that technically makes me your boyfriend" as an after thought, he added, jokingly, "And as soon as you're done with high school, we can elope and get married in New Orleans"
Rogue frowned, "Ha, ha, ha" she said mockingly, but then she brightened slightly, "Ah can't believe Ah actually have a boyfriend" she looked Remy over and smirked, "And Ah really can't believe it's you!"
Gambit pretended to pout in hurt at her comment, "You know who really wont believe it" he said, "My entire family, they'll probably be rolling with laughter after I tell them I found the most precious girl in the world to settle down with"
Rogue gave him a worried look, "You seemed to be planning this pretty far ahead, Swamp Rat" Remy grinned, "'Only pick out what you're gonna buy with the money you win, before you win it, if you know the odds are in your favor' my Tante Mattie (A/N: Not sure if I'm spelling it correctly) said that" Rogue smiled, "Oh, you think Ah'm gonna hang around you forever?" he nodded, "I'd bet my last dime on it"
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Peter woke to a soft knock on the door. He glanced around the room to get his bearings and noticed St. John still asleep and Remy missing.
Sort of the same thing that had happened on the Acolyte's base numerous mornings in a row, except for the fact that now the guys were sharing a room so he found this out much sooner.
Every morning he had woken up, when he was on Magneto's turf, and gone downstairs to be informed by Sabertooth's early rants that Remy was gone, again, and St. John was either still asleep or hogging the TV.
Peter got up in his T-shirt and boxers, but he had the courtesy to put on a pair of pants, being the gentleman that he was, before opening the door. There stood Kitty, in all her cheeriness, but before Peter could ask what she wanted, the valley girl did something very uncharacteristic and unexpected.
She reached up and pulled Peter into a passionate kiss, which lasted about two seconds before the large Russian passed out.
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'Kitty' morphed back into Mystique who used Sabertooth's form to haul Colossus to her car. She had placed a thin, clear, plastic covering on her lips, which was coated with a liquid drug that would keep her victim unconscious for at least twelve hours.
She knew the kids wouldn't go willingly so this method was most harmless and discreet force she could use, *One down* Mystique thought, *Five to go*
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(A/N: Okay, so maybe when one of my reviewers asked for more Peter/Kitty, they didn't exactly mean that, but I will try to do more on the couple later on. I know this one was short but I will try to make up for that latter. Thanks for all your reviews:)