(A/N: Okay kiddos, last chapter.
St. John: Finally, I can get some sleep.
J.D: Don't count on it, now we have to finish Wolverine's Pub.
St. John: (too tired to cry, gives pleading look to readers instead) Don't let her do it, please, don't let her put me through this again.
J.D: (glares) I hafta and you know it: Ahem. (stands on podium) To all my faithful reviewers, thank you for getting on my case otherwise I would have never gotten over my writer's block. My predictably late updates will hopefully not happen again for a while. And I promise to give St. John his flamethrower back.
St. John: Finally, I can go insane properly.
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~Epilogue~
"Keep it comin', Gumbo, I don't have all day" Logan yelled to a very upset Cajun who was being forced to work alongside Wanda and Roberto in order to get most of the heavier equipment into the partially finished Danger Room being built under Irene's house.
It had taken two months and a truckload of convincing before the Professor had finally agreed on the new faction of X-men.
Their team now included Roberto, Sam, Rahne, Jubilee, Warren, Kurt, a new girl named Betsy, codenamed: Psylock, who was right at home with Rogue and Wanda; another newbie named Bishop, one of Hank's old friends who would be their instructor, and finally, Logan and Storm.
Wolverine had made it his personal duty to give hell to Remy, Peter, and Pyro, who all complained that it was just like living with Sabertooth only now they got maintenance duty on top of death threats every time they even glanced at one of the girls.
When Remy bent over to try and haul another load of heavy computer and metal materials, it wouldn't budge. He tried again and broke out in a sweat. Rogue, who was helping Bishop with the upper level of the DR room, noticed Remy's dilemma and went down to help him.
Instead of using her powers, though, she merely tugged on the pile with her hands and dragged it over to Roberto and Betsy to sort out and put together.
Gambit's eyes widened at her, "You did that without your powers, Cher`e?"
Rogue smirked, "It's all in the balance, Swamp Rat. Plus a few extra outside training sessions didn't hurt" Rogue had been taking extra sessions at least twice a day, she was the only one who enjoyed them in the first place and her muscularity was beginning to show at a fast rate, she had easily surpassed Gambit in a physical endurance test.
Of course, this made for a good joke among the younger students. Remy put an arm around her shoulders and grinned, "Why don't we take a break, Cher`e, I've been itchin' to have dinner at that new restaurant in-"
A low growl quickly cut off his charming tirade and Rogue stepped away from the Cajun, "We still have a ways to go before we can take a break" she told him, "Ah suggest you occupy those wondering hands of yours with getting some more of that equipment up" Remy's face fell.
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Meanwhile, on the upper level, Wanda was glaring at St. John vehemently, "C'mon, Sheila" he pleaded, "I didn't mean anythin' by it"
The Scarlet Witch, holding a familiar flamethrower in hand, narrowed her eyes, "'Didn't mean anything by it!' you were slacking off and making images of me in a degrading way with your fire, and the BEST excuse you can come up with is 'YOU DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING BY IT!!!"
Her yell caused silence throughout the underground area of Irene's house, but Wanda didn't care, she threw down the flamethrower, shattering one of the tanks, and chased after an already running Pyro.
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Betsy nodded and turned towards Roberto and Kitty, "That bastard, I hope she messes him up good"
Roberto slowly backed away from the temperamental and moody ninja, Betsy tended to get angry very easily at things like this, and she also tended to take it out on innocent bystanders.
Kitty smiled, "Things like this make me glad that my boyfriend is such a gentleman" Psylock drilled in another piece of sheet metal before replying, "Yeah, men like Peter are hard to come by. Help me program this set of guns"
Betsy wasn't much for talking about guys, a reason why she preferred Rogue or Wanda's company instead of Kitty's.
Shadowcat punched a few codes into the terminal and pointed out the basic things that you had to do to program the system, "So, like, isn't Warren a gentleman too? I mean, he's very polite and mature and all that...."
Betsy sighed internally, Kitty had been getting on her case lately about Angel. It really didn't matter to her because she liked being single, she had always favored work, blood, and the thrill of fights over men. She planned to stay that way.
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Storm observed these things as she helped Logan with another section of the room. The girls seemed to be genuinely happy. And that made her satisfied, because they no longer had to search constantly to find peace. They had it. They no longer needed something more.
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(A/N: Oh look, I did it again. Another fic that I can make a sequel of, no promises people)
St. John: Finally, I can get some sleep.
J.D: Don't count on it, now we have to finish Wolverine's Pub.
St. John: (too tired to cry, gives pleading look to readers instead) Don't let her do it, please, don't let her put me through this again.
J.D: (glares) I hafta and you know it: Ahem. (stands on podium) To all my faithful reviewers, thank you for getting on my case otherwise I would have never gotten over my writer's block. My predictably late updates will hopefully not happen again for a while. And I promise to give St. John his flamethrower back.
St. John: Finally, I can go insane properly.
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~Epilogue~
"Keep it comin', Gumbo, I don't have all day" Logan yelled to a very upset Cajun who was being forced to work alongside Wanda and Roberto in order to get most of the heavier equipment into the partially finished Danger Room being built under Irene's house.
It had taken two months and a truckload of convincing before the Professor had finally agreed on the new faction of X-men.
Their team now included Roberto, Sam, Rahne, Jubilee, Warren, Kurt, a new girl named Betsy, codenamed: Psylock, who was right at home with Rogue and Wanda; another newbie named Bishop, one of Hank's old friends who would be their instructor, and finally, Logan and Storm.
Wolverine had made it his personal duty to give hell to Remy, Peter, and Pyro, who all complained that it was just like living with Sabertooth only now they got maintenance duty on top of death threats every time they even glanced at one of the girls.
When Remy bent over to try and haul another load of heavy computer and metal materials, it wouldn't budge. He tried again and broke out in a sweat. Rogue, who was helping Bishop with the upper level of the DR room, noticed Remy's dilemma and went down to help him.
Instead of using her powers, though, she merely tugged on the pile with her hands and dragged it over to Roberto and Betsy to sort out and put together.
Gambit's eyes widened at her, "You did that without your powers, Cher`e?"
Rogue smirked, "It's all in the balance, Swamp Rat. Plus a few extra outside training sessions didn't hurt" Rogue had been taking extra sessions at least twice a day, she was the only one who enjoyed them in the first place and her muscularity was beginning to show at a fast rate, she had easily surpassed Gambit in a physical endurance test.
Of course, this made for a good joke among the younger students. Remy put an arm around her shoulders and grinned, "Why don't we take a break, Cher`e, I've been itchin' to have dinner at that new restaurant in-"
A low growl quickly cut off his charming tirade and Rogue stepped away from the Cajun, "We still have a ways to go before we can take a break" she told him, "Ah suggest you occupy those wondering hands of yours with getting some more of that equipment up" Remy's face fell.
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Meanwhile, on the upper level, Wanda was glaring at St. John vehemently, "C'mon, Sheila" he pleaded, "I didn't mean anythin' by it"
The Scarlet Witch, holding a familiar flamethrower in hand, narrowed her eyes, "'Didn't mean anything by it!' you were slacking off and making images of me in a degrading way with your fire, and the BEST excuse you can come up with is 'YOU DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING BY IT!!!"
Her yell caused silence throughout the underground area of Irene's house, but Wanda didn't care, she threw down the flamethrower, shattering one of the tanks, and chased after an already running Pyro.
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Betsy nodded and turned towards Roberto and Kitty, "That bastard, I hope she messes him up good"
Roberto slowly backed away from the temperamental and moody ninja, Betsy tended to get angry very easily at things like this, and she also tended to take it out on innocent bystanders.
Kitty smiled, "Things like this make me glad that my boyfriend is such a gentleman" Psylock drilled in another piece of sheet metal before replying, "Yeah, men like Peter are hard to come by. Help me program this set of guns"
Betsy wasn't much for talking about guys, a reason why she preferred Rogue or Wanda's company instead of Kitty's.
Shadowcat punched a few codes into the terminal and pointed out the basic things that you had to do to program the system, "So, like, isn't Warren a gentleman too? I mean, he's very polite and mature and all that...."
Betsy sighed internally, Kitty had been getting on her case lately about Angel. It really didn't matter to her because she liked being single, she had always favored work, blood, and the thrill of fights over men. She planned to stay that way.
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Storm observed these things as she helped Logan with another section of the room. The girls seemed to be genuinely happy. And that made her satisfied, because they no longer had to search constantly to find peace. They had it. They no longer needed something more.
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(A/N: Oh look, I did it again. Another fic that I can make a sequel of, no promises people)