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Remy smiled and leaded back, pushing his chair's headrest into her knees. Rogue looked down and smacked him on the forhead. He sat up and rubbed his abused face.
Kurt cleared his throat. "Ve need to talk."
"'Bout what?" Rogue asked, irritated. Her headache was definitly getting worse.
"You, me, 'mother dearest'. Any of zis ring a bell?"
Rogue glanced at eth seat in front of her. The passengers were all seated and Storm was taking off. No turning back now.
"Ask not for whom the bell tolls," she said glibly. Quieter she cautioned, "Doan - Ah mean _don't_ talk family in front of the bad guys."
"But zat's just it!" Kurt practically yelled, drawing the attention of almost everyone on the plane. "Ve _are_ family now, and ve need to talk about it. You need to stop repressing your feelings about Risty/Mystique-being-our-mother thing!"
"She's NOT my mothah, an' would you SHUT UP!!"
"There you go repressin' again, cherie," the voice in front of her taunted.
Rogue pushed past Kurt and tried to make her way nearer the front. Tabitha would scoot over. Or let Rogue sit on her lap. Or, gawd, _something_!
"Three points to two, Gambit," Pyro mumbled.
Rogue froze in front of her original seat. She _could_ _not_ let that snake win. She wouldn't let it happen. But what kind of come back could she use?
'Jean' she thought loudly. 'Ask Tab if she knows a good comeback. Quick!'
'Can't you just flirt like normal girls?" Jean asked. 'Hold on.'
Tabitha pulled her headpones out and said, "Oh! Tell him somethings need to be supressed and bring up some dirty little passion of his."
Rogue turned around to look Gambit in the eye. "At least Ah've nevah repressed feelings for people four years youngah than me."
Gambit looked at her, and she mouthed 'Michelle' very distinctly. He sat back while Rogue sat down. Kurt looked at her deciding wheter or not to press the issue. He decided to go for it, speaking just when Gambit thought of a comeback. Kurt put his hand over Gambit's mouth, determined not to let his sister get distracted again.
"Maybe she's not your mother, genetically, but she raised you, so she's more your mother than mine."
"Di'n' know I was interruptin' de 'We Look Not'in' Like Each Other' family reunion."
Kurt and Rogue looked at each other, on the same wavelength for once. It may not have been anything that either sibling could communicate, but they understood each other. But Rogue still needed to clarify somethings with Kurt.
"First off, Kurt, _Irene_ spent more time with me than Mystique. The only real memories Ah have of her center around a horrid gigham dress experience and walking in on her an' Irene when Ah was six."
Everyone around her, save Kurt, understood exactly what she was implying and broke out laughing. Kurt sat wondering what was so funny.
"Mate," Pyro said. "Don't you understand wha' your sister just told you?"
"N-not really. . ."
"Kurt," Rogue said both gently and teasingly, "let me put it this way: you an' 'mom' have somehtin' in common. You can both check out chicks togehtah."
That caused a new round of laughter - mostly from Magneto's team. Rogue's comment also opened up a window for Gambit to use his comeback. It would have been stupid before, but now. . .
"So, cherie, dat explains your lack of interest, non?"
Rogue quickly shot a glance at him in the sudden silence of the audience.
"Like mother like daughter?"
This was a low blow and even _Pyro_ knew it. The proverbial shit was about to hit the very real fan. And Kurt was still too dazed to grab his sister before she brought the plane down around them.
Rogue stood slowly up. Everyone for two rows was damn near silent. The people in front started to notice the change in atmosphere, and Rogue decided she better work fast to get her revenge.
Gambit looked up at Rogue and wondered, for the first time in his life, if he had gone too far. Rogue was glaring at him, trying to think of an appropriate response. She found one.
"Well, Ah hafta say, if you think Ah should be attracted ta a man who treats women like crap when he gets bored with 'em, then screw it all."
She sat, and as an afterthought shot up and smacked him on the forehead again. Pain is the ultimate equalizer.
Storm heard Gambit say 'ow' and turned, with the plane on auto-pilot, and yelled at Rogue.
"Child, try to get along. We need to co-operate for now at least. Any more fighting between you two and I will-"
"Turn de plane aroun' an' go back home?" Gambit interrupted.
Storm glared. "Rogue if you would please. . ." She trailed off as the dashboard started beeping.
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Remy smiled and leaded back, pushing his chair's headrest into her knees. Rogue looked down and smacked him on the forhead. He sat up and rubbed his abused face.
Kurt cleared his throat. "Ve need to talk."
"'Bout what?" Rogue asked, irritated. Her headache was definitly getting worse.
"You, me, 'mother dearest'. Any of zis ring a bell?"
Rogue glanced at eth seat in front of her. The passengers were all seated and Storm was taking off. No turning back now.
"Ask not for whom the bell tolls," she said glibly. Quieter she cautioned, "Doan - Ah mean _don't_ talk family in front of the bad guys."
"But zat's just it!" Kurt practically yelled, drawing the attention of almost everyone on the plane. "Ve _are_ family now, and ve need to talk about it. You need to stop repressing your feelings about Risty/Mystique-being-our-mother thing!"
"She's NOT my mothah, an' would you SHUT UP!!"
"There you go repressin' again, cherie," the voice in front of her taunted.
Rogue pushed past Kurt and tried to make her way nearer the front. Tabitha would scoot over. Or let Rogue sit on her lap. Or, gawd, _something_!
"Three points to two, Gambit," Pyro mumbled.
Rogue froze in front of her original seat. She _could_ _not_ let that snake win. She wouldn't let it happen. But what kind of come back could she use?
'Jean' she thought loudly. 'Ask Tab if she knows a good comeback. Quick!'
'Can't you just flirt like normal girls?" Jean asked. 'Hold on.'
Tabitha pulled her headpones out and said, "Oh! Tell him somethings need to be supressed and bring up some dirty little passion of his."
Rogue turned around to look Gambit in the eye. "At least Ah've nevah repressed feelings for people four years youngah than me."
Gambit looked at her, and she mouthed 'Michelle' very distinctly. He sat back while Rogue sat down. Kurt looked at her deciding wheter or not to press the issue. He decided to go for it, speaking just when Gambit thought of a comeback. Kurt put his hand over Gambit's mouth, determined not to let his sister get distracted again.
"Maybe she's not your mother, genetically, but she raised you, so she's more your mother than mine."
"Di'n' know I was interruptin' de 'We Look Not'in' Like Each Other' family reunion."
Kurt and Rogue looked at each other, on the same wavelength for once. It may not have been anything that either sibling could communicate, but they understood each other. But Rogue still needed to clarify somethings with Kurt.
"First off, Kurt, _Irene_ spent more time with me than Mystique. The only real memories Ah have of her center around a horrid gigham dress experience and walking in on her an' Irene when Ah was six."
Everyone around her, save Kurt, understood exactly what she was implying and broke out laughing. Kurt sat wondering what was so funny.
"Mate," Pyro said. "Don't you understand wha' your sister just told you?"
"N-not really. . ."
"Kurt," Rogue said both gently and teasingly, "let me put it this way: you an' 'mom' have somehtin' in common. You can both check out chicks togehtah."
That caused a new round of laughter - mostly from Magneto's team. Rogue's comment also opened up a window for Gambit to use his comeback. It would have been stupid before, but now. . .
"So, cherie, dat explains your lack of interest, non?"
Rogue quickly shot a glance at him in the sudden silence of the audience.
"Like mother like daughter?"
This was a low blow and even _Pyro_ knew it. The proverbial shit was about to hit the very real fan. And Kurt was still too dazed to grab his sister before she brought the plane down around them.
Rogue stood slowly up. Everyone for two rows was damn near silent. The people in front started to notice the change in atmosphere, and Rogue decided she better work fast to get her revenge.
Gambit looked up at Rogue and wondered, for the first time in his life, if he had gone too far. Rogue was glaring at him, trying to think of an appropriate response. She found one.
"Well, Ah hafta say, if you think Ah should be attracted ta a man who treats women like crap when he gets bored with 'em, then screw it all."
She sat, and as an afterthought shot up and smacked him on the forehead again. Pain is the ultimate equalizer.
Storm heard Gambit say 'ow' and turned, with the plane on auto-pilot, and yelled at Rogue.
"Child, try to get along. We need to co-operate for now at least. Any more fighting between you two and I will-"
"Turn de plane aroun' an' go back home?" Gambit interrupted.
Storm glared. "Rogue if you would please. . ." She trailed off as the dashboard started beeping.
