La Fille
Part 2.
The Call
Aimée let her body flow with the music. Her curves gyrating and pulsating in tune to the beat of the trendy techno club. Her brown hair flew out at all sides, whipping the man less than two inches from her in the face, her pink top clung to her, beads of sweat lingering on her forehead. She was dancing, in pure heaven. Aimée stepped off the dance floor at the start of a less than exciting song, she moaned in protest as "Praise you" blasted through the speakers for the 5th time that night. She loved the song, but those clubs always overplayed FatBOySLim. Aimée sauntered over to the bar, taking notice of the turning heads watching her ass wiggle off the dance floor. She leaned over to the bartender and whispered in his ear, making him smile as he hurried to get her a round of bourbons. Aimée could drink like the boys, a trait admired and envied by her friends and foes. The burly bartender returned and Aimée playfully stroked his chin. She hoped that maybe he would also not charge her the next time she needed a little pick-me-up. A smile played across the siren's lips as she looked towards her two friends. Galena was touching Abe's shoulder, continuously whispering into his earlobe as his blush, which was visible even through all the smoke and flashing lights, grew to an even deeper shade of red. Aimée was happy to see her two friends getting along and made her way over with the shots in hand.
"Hey" she smiled laying the drinks on the table. Galena winked at her, and Abe turned looking flustered. "sorry did I interrupt?" She smiled and shook her head, leaning back to take her shot fast. Galena in turn lifted and downed her own.
"No, I was just leaving." She winked once again at Aimée "and actually, I think I see quite the stud over there just waiting for an ass like this to dance with." Abe's face dropped, obviously disappointed, he reached for his shot but Aimée grabbed it from him.
"Don't worry sweetheart, she's just playing with ya'" a childlike drawl coming to her voice as she downed his shot of bourbon also.
"Ha.ha" He quipped back sarcastically reaching for his cell which had started to ring. "I'm gunna take this" he yelled as he walked to the more quiet men's room to answer the call. Aimée sat alone at the table, her gaze sweeping the dance floor. Her eyes landed on an attractive boy. Looking out of place, he stood easily over 6 feet. Light blonde curls fluffy and untamed crowned his gorgeous features. His muscles were not well hidden by a light blue shirt and brown jacket. Aimée was instantly interested. A set of golden eyes locked on to her own, and a smile came to Aimée's thick ruby lips. He shyly smiled back, and Aimée realized why he seemed so familiar.
"Fuck" she cursed under her breath looking away quickly. The boy was Aaron Beamers, better known as Apollo, from her class.well known for dating O'Rya Munroe. And sure enough O'Rya appeared next to him, her long caramel arms snaking their way across his broad chest. Aimée ducked, this was very bad. O'Rya Munroe was Storm's daughter, she was uptight, snooty, a brown noser and a pain in the ass for Aimée. Wolverine had artificially inseminated storm, he was her closest friend and she wanted him to be a part of her child. Storm had been very unlucky with men and that's why she decided to forgo the natural process. O'Rya did not know Logan was her father nor would she have cared, she resented the man and her mother's hidden affections for him. However, more importantly than O'Rya's family issues was the fact that she was a rat. And Aimée had no doubt that she would squeal on herself and Abe. Apollo looked over towards Aimée, trying to catch her eye again but she was gone and his heart sank. Apollo had always harbored feelings for the sarcastic beauty, but they were two different breeds and their paths had never crossed.
Aimée looked up for Dupe and luckily he appeared behind her, a stricken look on his face.
"Abe we have to get out of here now, O'Rya and Beamers are here" but Abe stayed frozen, his face a twist of shock. "Abe? What the fuck?! Wake up! We're going to get busted, go find Galena."
"Aimée that was Jean.we have to get back to the mansion.your mother has slipped into a coma" Aimée froze the dance floor spinning around her at a rapid speed. She fell to the ground, feeling the full effects of the alcohol had on her body.
"Aimée?" Abe's voice called out in a faint whisper. Blues and Purples blurred her already hazy vision. Suddenly two strong yet soft hands reached for her, picking her dazed body up off the ground. But Aimée was startled and when she lost control, she also lost control of her powers. Her eyes lit up as she reared back and swung her arm at the man. His body rocked backward, propelled by a blinding beam of light as he hit the wall with a thud.
"Aaron!" O'Rya screamed as Aimée tarred through the startled crowd, Dupe racing to catch up with her.
"Aimée calm down!" Abe grabbed his friend by the arm, her rage wasn't going to accomplish anything.
"Shut up Abe, we need to get back to the mansion" She growled at him. 8 duplicates of Abe suddenly surrounded her.
"Not until your calm" they all said in unison.
"I WILL NOT BE CALM WHEN MY MOTHER IS IN A FUCKING COMA!" She screamed reeling her arm back against him, but it was seized in the slim hand of another. Aimée turned to face her hindrance but was forcefully yet gently gripped on the neck and she faded into darkness. Abe looked up at Galena, stunned, his Duplicates popping until he was the only who remained.
"You make people sleep?" he asked stupidly.
"No" She smiled, handing Aimée's unconscious body to Abe "that's just a little trick I picked up at boarding school." Abe smiled at her, amazed by her beauty and charm as he drug Aimée's body over to the car. They laid her down in the backseat and Galena got behind the wheel.
"She could not drive in that condition" She said starting the gas and re- applying a coat of dark lipstick "Besides I'm the pride of the Grecian track." Her heels pressed hard on the gas as the little car accelerated onto the busy streets of NYC.
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Jubilee sat next to Rogue in the hospital ward, Rogue's limp hand clenched tightly between hers. Logan sat on the end of the bed his eyes staring off into space as Rogue lay in an endless slumber. Jean returned and touched Logan lightly on the shoulder.
"Jeannie?" he asked, perking up at the sight of his forbidden love. She smiled at him, at his concern for his past love and dearest friend. But she shook her head sadly no at his mental question. Rogue wasn't rousing anytime soon. Jean lightly massaged his shoulders, glancing at Jubilee who had fallen asleep across Rogue's stomach.
"Jean" a stern voice rang out from across the room. She looked up to meet Scott's.glasses, and looked down to see the professor's drawn look. Jean quickly released her grip on Logans shoulders and began to walk with the professor.
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The mini drove past the gate, and Aimée, finally roused, lept out the door. She ran into the mansion finding her way towards the medical lab. She looked through the glass enclosure, at her mother's sleeping form. Aimée couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She heard voices and hid behind a statue in the main hall. -------------------------------------
"I have tried Cerebro, to figure out what occurred the sudden coma" The professor rolled silently next to the tall woman beside him.
"What did you find?"
"Patience Jean.is a virtue" His watered eyes looked up into hers "You aren't going to like what I am about to tell you." Jean froze, she could feel a surge in her blood.
"I sense it Jean and I know you feel the Phoenix inside of you.but please suppress it for now, Sinister is a major problem.but we must now focus on one a little closer to home."
Jena looked puzzled "What do you mean?" She asked.
"I mean an old friend has been sucked back into Sinister's web and Rogue is victim of Mr. Sinister's plot to re-surface the man." Jean looked up, her mind instantly knowing who the 'old friend' was
"What does Sinister want with Gambit?"
"Repayment for old debts, in return for his powers, Gambit's abilities have evolved greatly, but these are all things I am no longer familiar with, However you know Monsieur LeBeau, he will shy away from conflict when he knows he can, especially if he is not in control of his powers." Xavier looked up into Jean's eyes knowing he could trust his lifetime pupil with this classified information.
"But Remy loves Rogue and he would do anything for her.even if it means giving in to Sinister's plans"
"But what if.he didn't know, what if he has no idea about what Mr. Sinister's doing?"
"But Professor.if he didn't know then how would Sinister plan on luring Gambit to him with this mysterious power he hold over her?"
"That.Jean.is where I lose it, where I cannot tap any further into the basis of Sinister's mind"
"Did you try Remy's? did you try contacting him?"
"To tell him what.?"
Jean raised her hands to her forehead, her eyes clenching in annoyance. "Scott's calling me"
she spoke aloud, putting a mental block on his messages.
"Besides, Jean, I cannot seem to track him.his surge in power, and enhanced psychic relationships has given him the interesting ability to block me.to block anyone however from entering his mind."
"Do you think he has crossed over? As in to Sinister's side?" "Not Gambit.he wouldn't" They walked (well the professor rolled) in silence for a few moments.
"Professor? What do you plan on telling Aimée?"
Professor Xavier smiled and he looked directly at Aimée's perch from behind the statue.
"I believe she has already heard."
Aimée arose from her perch, confused and enraged at the news she had just heard.
"Aimée calm down" Jean said, probing her mind.
"wha? What? Who?" She stammered kneeling on the base of the marble floor. Her hands clutching her head, she was pulling furiously at her hair and kneading her temples. Memories raced through her mind. A man; tears; smoke; dust; gasoline stench.
"NO!!!" she screamed trying to suppress the memories from her past.
"Papa!! Don't leave!!" She repeated, growing fainter as she completely collapsed in Jean's arms. Jean held her for a moment until Aimée's head snapped up, her eyes on fire. She stood and reached for her bag, yanking her jacket from the coat rack. She ran into the medical lab and kissed her mother on the forehead. "Don't worry," she whispered, "I'll find him." She ran briskly walked back into the hall, stunned faces following her every move.
"Where are you going?" Jean asked as Aimée reached the large door. Aimée slowly turned her head and stated over her shoulder. "I'm going to find the bastard.find out what the hell he did to my mother." The door slammed behind her and Jean turned to the professor.
"Is that safe?" The professor shook his head yes.
"It's about time for a little reunion." He smiled and turned his chair, rolling towards Cerebro Jean running behind.
~it can only get better
-Foo
Part 2.
The Call
Aimée let her body flow with the music. Her curves gyrating and pulsating in tune to the beat of the trendy techno club. Her brown hair flew out at all sides, whipping the man less than two inches from her in the face, her pink top clung to her, beads of sweat lingering on her forehead. She was dancing, in pure heaven. Aimée stepped off the dance floor at the start of a less than exciting song, she moaned in protest as "Praise you" blasted through the speakers for the 5th time that night. She loved the song, but those clubs always overplayed FatBOySLim. Aimée sauntered over to the bar, taking notice of the turning heads watching her ass wiggle off the dance floor. She leaned over to the bartender and whispered in his ear, making him smile as he hurried to get her a round of bourbons. Aimée could drink like the boys, a trait admired and envied by her friends and foes. The burly bartender returned and Aimée playfully stroked his chin. She hoped that maybe he would also not charge her the next time she needed a little pick-me-up. A smile played across the siren's lips as she looked towards her two friends. Galena was touching Abe's shoulder, continuously whispering into his earlobe as his blush, which was visible even through all the smoke and flashing lights, grew to an even deeper shade of red. Aimée was happy to see her two friends getting along and made her way over with the shots in hand.
"Hey" she smiled laying the drinks on the table. Galena winked at her, and Abe turned looking flustered. "sorry did I interrupt?" She smiled and shook her head, leaning back to take her shot fast. Galena in turn lifted and downed her own.
"No, I was just leaving." She winked once again at Aimée "and actually, I think I see quite the stud over there just waiting for an ass like this to dance with." Abe's face dropped, obviously disappointed, he reached for his shot but Aimée grabbed it from him.
"Don't worry sweetheart, she's just playing with ya'" a childlike drawl coming to her voice as she downed his shot of bourbon also.
"Ha.ha" He quipped back sarcastically reaching for his cell which had started to ring. "I'm gunna take this" he yelled as he walked to the more quiet men's room to answer the call. Aimée sat alone at the table, her gaze sweeping the dance floor. Her eyes landed on an attractive boy. Looking out of place, he stood easily over 6 feet. Light blonde curls fluffy and untamed crowned his gorgeous features. His muscles were not well hidden by a light blue shirt and brown jacket. Aimée was instantly interested. A set of golden eyes locked on to her own, and a smile came to Aimée's thick ruby lips. He shyly smiled back, and Aimée realized why he seemed so familiar.
"Fuck" she cursed under her breath looking away quickly. The boy was Aaron Beamers, better known as Apollo, from her class.well known for dating O'Rya Munroe. And sure enough O'Rya appeared next to him, her long caramel arms snaking their way across his broad chest. Aimée ducked, this was very bad. O'Rya Munroe was Storm's daughter, she was uptight, snooty, a brown noser and a pain in the ass for Aimée. Wolverine had artificially inseminated storm, he was her closest friend and she wanted him to be a part of her child. Storm had been very unlucky with men and that's why she decided to forgo the natural process. O'Rya did not know Logan was her father nor would she have cared, she resented the man and her mother's hidden affections for him. However, more importantly than O'Rya's family issues was the fact that she was a rat. And Aimée had no doubt that she would squeal on herself and Abe. Apollo looked over towards Aimée, trying to catch her eye again but she was gone and his heart sank. Apollo had always harbored feelings for the sarcastic beauty, but they were two different breeds and their paths had never crossed.
Aimée looked up for Dupe and luckily he appeared behind her, a stricken look on his face.
"Abe we have to get out of here now, O'Rya and Beamers are here" but Abe stayed frozen, his face a twist of shock. "Abe? What the fuck?! Wake up! We're going to get busted, go find Galena."
"Aimée that was Jean.we have to get back to the mansion.your mother has slipped into a coma" Aimée froze the dance floor spinning around her at a rapid speed. She fell to the ground, feeling the full effects of the alcohol had on her body.
"Aimée?" Abe's voice called out in a faint whisper. Blues and Purples blurred her already hazy vision. Suddenly two strong yet soft hands reached for her, picking her dazed body up off the ground. But Aimée was startled and when she lost control, she also lost control of her powers. Her eyes lit up as she reared back and swung her arm at the man. His body rocked backward, propelled by a blinding beam of light as he hit the wall with a thud.
"Aaron!" O'Rya screamed as Aimée tarred through the startled crowd, Dupe racing to catch up with her.
"Aimée calm down!" Abe grabbed his friend by the arm, her rage wasn't going to accomplish anything.
"Shut up Abe, we need to get back to the mansion" She growled at him. 8 duplicates of Abe suddenly surrounded her.
"Not until your calm" they all said in unison.
"I WILL NOT BE CALM WHEN MY MOTHER IS IN A FUCKING COMA!" She screamed reeling her arm back against him, but it was seized in the slim hand of another. Aimée turned to face her hindrance but was forcefully yet gently gripped on the neck and she faded into darkness. Abe looked up at Galena, stunned, his Duplicates popping until he was the only who remained.
"You make people sleep?" he asked stupidly.
"No" She smiled, handing Aimée's unconscious body to Abe "that's just a little trick I picked up at boarding school." Abe smiled at her, amazed by her beauty and charm as he drug Aimée's body over to the car. They laid her down in the backseat and Galena got behind the wheel.
"She could not drive in that condition" She said starting the gas and re- applying a coat of dark lipstick "Besides I'm the pride of the Grecian track." Her heels pressed hard on the gas as the little car accelerated onto the busy streets of NYC.
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Jubilee sat next to Rogue in the hospital ward, Rogue's limp hand clenched tightly between hers. Logan sat on the end of the bed his eyes staring off into space as Rogue lay in an endless slumber. Jean returned and touched Logan lightly on the shoulder.
"Jeannie?" he asked, perking up at the sight of his forbidden love. She smiled at him, at his concern for his past love and dearest friend. But she shook her head sadly no at his mental question. Rogue wasn't rousing anytime soon. Jean lightly massaged his shoulders, glancing at Jubilee who had fallen asleep across Rogue's stomach.
"Jean" a stern voice rang out from across the room. She looked up to meet Scott's.glasses, and looked down to see the professor's drawn look. Jean quickly released her grip on Logans shoulders and began to walk with the professor.
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The mini drove past the gate, and Aimée, finally roused, lept out the door. She ran into the mansion finding her way towards the medical lab. She looked through the glass enclosure, at her mother's sleeping form. Aimée couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She heard voices and hid behind a statue in the main hall. -------------------------------------
"I have tried Cerebro, to figure out what occurred the sudden coma" The professor rolled silently next to the tall woman beside him.
"What did you find?"
"Patience Jean.is a virtue" His watered eyes looked up into hers "You aren't going to like what I am about to tell you." Jean froze, she could feel a surge in her blood.
"I sense it Jean and I know you feel the Phoenix inside of you.but please suppress it for now, Sinister is a major problem.but we must now focus on one a little closer to home."
Jena looked puzzled "What do you mean?" She asked.
"I mean an old friend has been sucked back into Sinister's web and Rogue is victim of Mr. Sinister's plot to re-surface the man." Jean looked up, her mind instantly knowing who the 'old friend' was
"What does Sinister want with Gambit?"
"Repayment for old debts, in return for his powers, Gambit's abilities have evolved greatly, but these are all things I am no longer familiar with, However you know Monsieur LeBeau, he will shy away from conflict when he knows he can, especially if he is not in control of his powers." Xavier looked up into Jean's eyes knowing he could trust his lifetime pupil with this classified information.
"But Remy loves Rogue and he would do anything for her.even if it means giving in to Sinister's plans"
"But what if.he didn't know, what if he has no idea about what Mr. Sinister's doing?"
"But Professor.if he didn't know then how would Sinister plan on luring Gambit to him with this mysterious power he hold over her?"
"That.Jean.is where I lose it, where I cannot tap any further into the basis of Sinister's mind"
"Did you try Remy's? did you try contacting him?"
"To tell him what.?"
Jean raised her hands to her forehead, her eyes clenching in annoyance. "Scott's calling me"
she spoke aloud, putting a mental block on his messages.
"Besides, Jean, I cannot seem to track him.his surge in power, and enhanced psychic relationships has given him the interesting ability to block me.to block anyone however from entering his mind."
"Do you think he has crossed over? As in to Sinister's side?" "Not Gambit.he wouldn't" They walked (well the professor rolled) in silence for a few moments.
"Professor? What do you plan on telling Aimée?"
Professor Xavier smiled and he looked directly at Aimée's perch from behind the statue.
"I believe she has already heard."
Aimée arose from her perch, confused and enraged at the news she had just heard.
"Aimée calm down" Jean said, probing her mind.
"wha? What? Who?" She stammered kneeling on the base of the marble floor. Her hands clutching her head, she was pulling furiously at her hair and kneading her temples. Memories raced through her mind. A man; tears; smoke; dust; gasoline stench.
"NO!!!" she screamed trying to suppress the memories from her past.
"Papa!! Don't leave!!" She repeated, growing fainter as she completely collapsed in Jean's arms. Jean held her for a moment until Aimée's head snapped up, her eyes on fire. She stood and reached for her bag, yanking her jacket from the coat rack. She ran into the medical lab and kissed her mother on the forehead. "Don't worry," she whispered, "I'll find him." She ran briskly walked back into the hall, stunned faces following her every move.
"Where are you going?" Jean asked as Aimée reached the large door. Aimée slowly turned her head and stated over her shoulder. "I'm going to find the bastard.find out what the hell he did to my mother." The door slammed behind her and Jean turned to the professor.
"Is that safe?" The professor shook his head yes.
"It's about time for a little reunion." He smiled and turned his chair, rolling towards Cerebro Jean running behind.
~it can only get better
-Foo