Cardshark 7
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The night had settled on the Brotherhood of Bayville-er-Mutants. The only sounds to be heard were those of heavy breathing, and Todd's sleep talking about all the things he wanted to do to Wanda, but couldn't.
"Mastermind, remind me to kill him the next time I get." Oh, yes, and the quite whispers of Magneto and Mastermind sneaking through the house.
"Yes sir." Came Mastermind's voice.
"Gambit is asleep on the couch. How quaint. Undoubtedly here for the girl. Her room should be right here. Ah ha!" Magneto indeed had broken down the correct door.
"What is dis? Some party dat Remy was not invited to?" Remy asked, popping up over Magneto's shoulder.
"Ach! Don't do that again Gambit! This isn't a party! It's a changing-the- Rogue's-memorys-so-that-she-likes-you-and-joins-us-in-the-middle-of-the- night-festivity." Magneto hissed. Remy nodded to show he understood.
"Jus' one t'ing d'to. Dis isn't da Cherie's room. Dis is your daughter's room." Remy pointed out. Magneto stepped back and whacked his palm against his helmet.
"Then where is it, Gambit?" Magneto somehow managed to look menacing even though Pyro had added bleach to the wash, so his uniform, where it was usually dark red, was now pink.
"Down da hall. Three doors down." Remy pointed. Magneto dropped the hold on Remy and raced down the hall with Mastermind and Remy close behind.
The next morning, laughter rang through the house. Pietro had recorded Todd's midnight ramblings, and was playing them for Rogue, Remy, Freddie, Lance and his evil twin sister, Wanda. BRING BRING! That was the doorbell, not the phone as Freddie thought.
"I'll get it yo!" Todd bounced down and opened the door with his slimy green tongue. He was greeted by the familiar sight of five mutants suited up. The X-Men.
"Hand over Rogue, and no one gets hurt!" Scott raised his hand to his goggles.
"Hey, chill out man! She's cool, come in and see." Lance said, appearing from behind Todd and opening the door full wide, showing them the picture inside. Rogue had her foot propped up on a pillow, her arm around Remy's waist, her head on his chest, and his arm around her, looking and laughing at Pietro, torment Wanda about Todd. Wanda balled her fists threateningly, but stopped.
"ROGUE?" The X-Men all but blurted out at this sight.
"Hey." She said, waving to them with a wave of her hand.
"Rogue, they like don't have you like tied up and like handcuffed!" Kitty's eyes were wide.
"Come on Stripes, let's go." Logan retracted his claws as he said this.
"Ja! Everyone ez worried about mien sister." Kurt said, stepping forwards. Jean said nothing.
"Okay, Ah'm comin'. C'ya later then, Wanda, Todd, Pietro, Lance, Freddie, Remy." She had a special way of saying his name that made the X-Men almost fall over from shock.
"Oui mon cherie." Remy hugged Rogue as she limped out the front door, into the X-Van.
"Hey, Rogue, not like I'm happy about all this, but you've like, got a visitor." Kitty phased through the door.
"Okay, send 'im in." Rogue shut her book. She had no laptop, stereo, or CD's, thanks to Kitty and Jean.
"Mon Cherie?" Came a familiar voice from the doorway.
"Remy!" Rogue shot up from bed, and hobbled off over to the door, wrapping him in a hug.
"Cherie, we need to talk." He said, pulling her sweat shirted arms down. He walked her over to her bed and sat down next to her. His hands entwined in hers.
"Yes?" She asked nervously, not knowing what to expect.
"Dis is hard for Remy to say, but Remy doesn't love you. Dis," He tapped her head where her hair covered her skin. "Dis is all fake. Mastermind altered dose memories so dat Da Belle Femme joins do Acolytes. Remy is telling da truth Cherie. Dis is fo' your own good." With that, Remy turned to the window and jumped down. In the newly fallen snow, was the imprint of two feet, running.
"He does love me." Rogue said aloud. Tap tap. Rogue turned around and saw Remy looking at her. "What are ya doin' back here, Swamp Rat?" She asked accusingly.
"Dis," With that, Remy kissed her on the lips. She gasped, as Remy staggered.
"You were riaght! My memories are all fake! You don't love meh! You lied ta meh!" Rogue screamed as the shocked Remy looked shocked.
"What?"
"Get owat!" With that, Rogue shoved Remy out the window, and slammed it. KNOCK KNOCK. It was Kitty again.
"Rogue, oh, he left. Thank God. Lance is here, and everyone is like, leaving tomorrow, so were gonna like open up presents."
"Comin'. But whay is Lance here?"
"I invited him. Since I'm like, Jewish, and all Professor X said I could bring him. Yeah, merry Christmas and all that jazz. Let's go!" Kitty grabbed Rogue's arm and phased her through the door.
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A/N:
Disclamer: Same as before, But in the last chapter, I forgot that Starwars is owned by George Lucas, and in this chapter, 'Merry Christmas and All That Jazz' is a parody of All that Jazz that the people of the Chicago musical sang for a charity CD that we posses. Chicago is owned by Broadway, Broadway is owned by NYC, NYC is owned by New York, New York is owned by the USA, the USA is owned by North America, North America is owned by the word, and the world is owned by the universe. Kinda makes you feel small, huh?
~ASGT who has lost her touch at typing.
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The night had settled on the Brotherhood of Bayville-er-Mutants. The only sounds to be heard were those of heavy breathing, and Todd's sleep talking about all the things he wanted to do to Wanda, but couldn't.
"Mastermind, remind me to kill him the next time I get." Oh, yes, and the quite whispers of Magneto and Mastermind sneaking through the house.
"Yes sir." Came Mastermind's voice.
"Gambit is asleep on the couch. How quaint. Undoubtedly here for the girl. Her room should be right here. Ah ha!" Magneto indeed had broken down the correct door.
"What is dis? Some party dat Remy was not invited to?" Remy asked, popping up over Magneto's shoulder.
"Ach! Don't do that again Gambit! This isn't a party! It's a changing-the- Rogue's-memorys-so-that-she-likes-you-and-joins-us-in-the-middle-of-the- night-festivity." Magneto hissed. Remy nodded to show he understood.
"Jus' one t'ing d'to. Dis isn't da Cherie's room. Dis is your daughter's room." Remy pointed out. Magneto stepped back and whacked his palm against his helmet.
"Then where is it, Gambit?" Magneto somehow managed to look menacing even though Pyro had added bleach to the wash, so his uniform, where it was usually dark red, was now pink.
"Down da hall. Three doors down." Remy pointed. Magneto dropped the hold on Remy and raced down the hall with Mastermind and Remy close behind.
The next morning, laughter rang through the house. Pietro had recorded Todd's midnight ramblings, and was playing them for Rogue, Remy, Freddie, Lance and his evil twin sister, Wanda. BRING BRING! That was the doorbell, not the phone as Freddie thought.
"I'll get it yo!" Todd bounced down and opened the door with his slimy green tongue. He was greeted by the familiar sight of five mutants suited up. The X-Men.
"Hand over Rogue, and no one gets hurt!" Scott raised his hand to his goggles.
"Hey, chill out man! She's cool, come in and see." Lance said, appearing from behind Todd and opening the door full wide, showing them the picture inside. Rogue had her foot propped up on a pillow, her arm around Remy's waist, her head on his chest, and his arm around her, looking and laughing at Pietro, torment Wanda about Todd. Wanda balled her fists threateningly, but stopped.
"ROGUE?" The X-Men all but blurted out at this sight.
"Hey." She said, waving to them with a wave of her hand.
"Rogue, they like don't have you like tied up and like handcuffed!" Kitty's eyes were wide.
"Come on Stripes, let's go." Logan retracted his claws as he said this.
"Ja! Everyone ez worried about mien sister." Kurt said, stepping forwards. Jean said nothing.
"Okay, Ah'm comin'. C'ya later then, Wanda, Todd, Pietro, Lance, Freddie, Remy." She had a special way of saying his name that made the X-Men almost fall over from shock.
"Oui mon cherie." Remy hugged Rogue as she limped out the front door, into the X-Van.
"Hey, Rogue, not like I'm happy about all this, but you've like, got a visitor." Kitty phased through the door.
"Okay, send 'im in." Rogue shut her book. She had no laptop, stereo, or CD's, thanks to Kitty and Jean.
"Mon Cherie?" Came a familiar voice from the doorway.
"Remy!" Rogue shot up from bed, and hobbled off over to the door, wrapping him in a hug.
"Cherie, we need to talk." He said, pulling her sweat shirted arms down. He walked her over to her bed and sat down next to her. His hands entwined in hers.
"Yes?" She asked nervously, not knowing what to expect.
"Dis is hard for Remy to say, but Remy doesn't love you. Dis," He tapped her head where her hair covered her skin. "Dis is all fake. Mastermind altered dose memories so dat Da Belle Femme joins do Acolytes. Remy is telling da truth Cherie. Dis is fo' your own good." With that, Remy turned to the window and jumped down. In the newly fallen snow, was the imprint of two feet, running.
"He does love me." Rogue said aloud. Tap tap. Rogue turned around and saw Remy looking at her. "What are ya doin' back here, Swamp Rat?" She asked accusingly.
"Dis," With that, Remy kissed her on the lips. She gasped, as Remy staggered.
"You were riaght! My memories are all fake! You don't love meh! You lied ta meh!" Rogue screamed as the shocked Remy looked shocked.
"What?"
"Get owat!" With that, Rogue shoved Remy out the window, and slammed it. KNOCK KNOCK. It was Kitty again.
"Rogue, oh, he left. Thank God. Lance is here, and everyone is like, leaving tomorrow, so were gonna like open up presents."
"Comin'. But whay is Lance here?"
"I invited him. Since I'm like, Jewish, and all Professor X said I could bring him. Yeah, merry Christmas and all that jazz. Let's go!" Kitty grabbed Rogue's arm and phased her through the door.
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A/N:
Disclamer: Same as before, But in the last chapter, I forgot that Starwars is owned by George Lucas, and in this chapter, 'Merry Christmas and All That Jazz' is a parody of All that Jazz that the people of the Chicago musical sang for a charity CD that we posses. Chicago is owned by Broadway, Broadway is owned by NYC, NYC is owned by New York, New York is owned by the USA, the USA is owned by North America, North America is owned by the word, and the world is owned by the universe. Kinda makes you feel small, huh?
~ASGT who has lost her touch at typing.
