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If I were a rich man, I would have a dictating program on my computer and get chapters out quicker, and probably blow all my money on stupid stuff. I still would not own X-men, but I would be worth sueing. Hypothetical part of my story over (well, minus the part in between the triple asteriks), I own the number of molecules in anti-matter.
A Series of Unfortunate Saturdays, Part the Fourth: X-men European Vacation
***
Remy stared past Rogue, out the window. He was really trying to get some sleep. He was sure he would pass out if he didn't get some sleep. Sleep wouldn't come easily though. His mind was moving like a record player on crack (Krak). He was reviewing the previouse night.
--- (Wayne's World flashback thingy)
"Ah guess we should be gettin' to bed." Rogue said, pulling her gold top up; wishing she ahd bothered to put straps on it. . .again. . .for the hundreth time.
"Yeah y' feet mus' hurt in dose tap shoes. How do you women stand bras? I swear I'm chafing." Rogue stopped, and was obviously pondering whether or not to comment on that. Remy noticed her costume conundrum. He'd known about it before, but then it hadn't been so. . .obvious. [Thought Columbia wasn't supposed t' fall out of her costume until later in de movie.]
Rogue changed the subject, not at all comfortable about talking about her boyfriend's cross dressing. "Actually, the sequins are weighin' the top down." She was fixated on the top, and really didn't mean for Remy to ponder that. She was also so caught up in her problem, she didn't notice Remy's reaction.
She did a very undiginified 'pull my shirt up to my neck so it takes longer to sink down thing' and Remy reveked in the fact that he was a tall guy dating [Dating!] a medium height girl. He wanted to help her with her problme, was quite sure his solution was nothing like hers.
He managed to drag his eyes away from her chest to change the subject.
"Kitty's gonna be mad at you for not tellin' her about dis."
Rogue yawned and nodded. "Ah know." She paused, thinking for a minute, before going on. "Ya know, it's weird. Ah'm dead tired, but Ah don't think Ah could get ta sleep fo' the life of me."
Remy noded, stifilng a yawn. He _was_ sleepy, but then again, if he went to bed, the night was officially over. He wanted to stay with Rogue a little longer, so he said, "Yeah, I know what y' mean." Inspiration struck him.
"I got an idea. It's easy t' get to the roof from my room. No one'll hear us, an' when y' tired y' can climb into your room, an' Kitty'll never have t' know what time y' got in.' What was understood between the two was that it wasn't his room. Still a 'touchy' subject for the both (AN: ba dum cha).
"Fine; if Ah die, Ah'm gonna tell St. Peter ya were a ruthless lackey for an evil supervillain, an' he should undah no circumstances let you inta heaven."
Remy looked at her, trying to decide whether or not to be offended or not. "Mos' girls would jes' say don't let me fall." Rogue looked at him, a small evil smile on her face.
"That is what Ah said. Ah was just givin' ya extra incentive."
Remy looked a ther, and Rogue couldn't decide if he was mock serious, or really serious. "Not bein' able t' talk to you everyday is enough t' motivate me t' be careful."
Rogue had no idea how to respond; so she said so. Remy gave her a smile that made her insides turn into Jell-o. He leaned down next to her, and pulled her shirt up and told her, "Doan worry 'bout it." His hand was still on the top of her shirt, and Rogue pushed his hand away from her. He straightened up immediately, mad that he hadn't caught himself. She was very wary after that. "Jes' doan fall, 'k'?"
Rogue nodded, and looked down, embarrased about how much she had enjoyed having him so close to her. She suddenly noticed the irony of it all.
"Ah feel like Ah should be singin' 'When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink.'"
Remy stepped behind Rogue, and put his hands around her waist, no longer trusting himself to look at her from the front. "I b'lieve de next part is, 'He shooka me up, he took my by su'prise, he had a pick up truck an' de devil's eyes.' Right?"
Rogue nodded, relishing the way he held her. Until her top was almost pulled completely down. She jumped out of his arms, and ran to her room, telling him, over her shouder, that she would meet him on the roof.
Remy went to his room, and thought about taking off his costume. The movie was over, no reason to stay in his bra and half slip (AN: Dammit Janet indeed. *drool*). He thought about it, but then again, he didn't exactly have anything lighter to wear, and sitting on the roof was hell on underwear. So, he took off the bra, and put his trenchcoat back on.
Once he was up on the roof, and starting to wonder why it always takes women so long to change their clothes, he heard someone clear their throat on one of the balconies. He looked down at Rogue who was in her pajama pants, a tank top, that he assumed matched the jammie pants, and a sheer grey shirt over it (AN: I imagine she has a lot of these in bunch of different colors. I know I would).
It took a good two minutes, because it is easier to get on the roof from Remy's balcony, but eventully Rogue was sitting next to him, looking at the sky. She saw Remy still had his half-slip on.
"Ah think Ah made a mistake. First you an' John are flirtin', an' Ah thought it was a joke. Now you're sittin' here, still in a slip, when AH don't even wear a slip if Ah can avoid it. An' how fair is it that you still look good, even though you're wearin' women's underwear?"
Remy smiled. He also put his hand on Rogue's waist, and she pretended not to notice. "Chere I t'ink you would look a lot better'n me in women's underwear. 'Course, I'd have to see it to be sure."
Rogue rolled her eyes and declined comment. She looked up at the sky again.
"Ya know, this was a good idea. Ah love the view up here. Good choice Remy."
He looked at her and nodded. "Yeah, de view up here is tres belle."
Rogue smiled and leaned into Remy, just a little bit. A tiny infintestimal bit.
"Feels like the sky would just swallow you up, an' you'd be in better place on the other side."
Remy was trying t figure out a way to make his next statement go the best way. He decided that pretending they were still talking about the sky was probably his best bet. "Yeah. Mebe if we just let go. . ."
Rogue pulled out of his arms. She didn't look at him, or really sound upset when she spoke, but she wouldn't touch him after that; at least not for a while. "Lettin' go could be dangerous."
Remy inwardly sighed. [Back to de drawing board.] He sat in silence next to Rogue, waiting until her uneasyness, a slap in the face of all he'd been working for, had abated a little.
Rogue knew that Remy was just stopping an arguement before it started. It was just a way to stop her from wanting to throw him off the roof. Regardless, she decided she didn't want to fight either, and leaned back on her elbows, keeping a careful distance of at least six inces between her and Remy.
They started talking again after a while, and it was much less akward. Sometimes they just sat together in silence. It was soon very peaceful fr both of htem to ust sit on the roof together, nothing to do,a nd all the time inth e world to do it in.
---
That is until the sun came up and Ororo flew out of her window, meaning to stretch her legs, and relish not being cooped up for a little while before the plane ride. She was used to having no bondaries around her at all. Flying in an airplane an driving were not fun activities, and the next two days would have a lot of both. She didn't even notice Rogue and Remy were there until they tried to sneak away. Then she landed on the roof, thoroughly irked that her mornign routine had been interrupted.
"What are you two doing up here? Remy. . .are you in a slip? Where did yo two go last night? You can't just leave without telling anyone where you're going. You both need to grow up and accept that others matter just as much as you. You didn't help clean up at all." Ororo scolded, while the sun shined bright behind her, making her look like an avenging goddess. Which she was anyway, so it was appropriate.
Remy decided the situation called for a joke. Rogue didn't know how he'd come to that conclusion, but he had. "Well, 'least I wasn't smokin' inside." Ororo looked at him like he'd just comitted blasphemy. She also gave him luggage duty.
---
Remy's mental replay stopped there. The rest was like something he hadn't even lived, but heard about from someone else. Paying Kurt to do his luggage duty. Sleeping in the corner of the hangar. Chasing after Rogue when she woke him up by pouring a glass of orange juice on his head. Giving up the chase when she hid behind Logan. Stealing the seat in the plane next to Rogue from Kurt. He'd only been up two hours and it had already been a busy day.
Now Rogue was sleeping next to him. He wished that it impled she was curled up aganst him, peacfully snoozing after staying up for a long time with him (AN: How to put this tastefully?), her state of dress non-applicable, completely pleased with what she'd stayed up so long for (AN: As close to bad as I will get. Probably. . . No. wait, I lied).
Unfortunatly, this daydream was canceled out by two things. First, the double armrest between the two of them. Second, the ways he was sleeping; head propped up against the window, mouth open, drooling, and had they been in a car, she would have been doing that jelly necked head wobble. As it was, that indignity was saved for the talking Osbornes bobble heads in her purse (AN: Which she was carrying just to hide her pranking supplies).
---
Rogue woke up as the plane was about to land. She saw Remy sleeping next to her. A small, but very persistent part of her brain was wishing that that impled they were in a bed, sleeping in froma night of good sex (AN: Rogue is less romantic sometimes). But, as it was, he was in a plane seat, with his head leaned back, so she could see every inch of the front of his throat, snoring very lightly. She decided to wake him up in the most evil way she could think of, so she poked him in the throat. He sat up, instantly wide awake, and Rogue laughed. He rubbed his neck, and gave her a diry looks. She smiled angelicly. Okay, she attempted to smile angelicly, but it came across as 'I dare you to do something about it.' He grumbled and rubbed his throat.
The plane had hardly landed when Rahne had rushed out the door and started running around like an excited puppy. She was talking, but it was mainly non-sensical stuff. Finally she dropped to the ground, and just lay on the grass, saying "It's good to be home." over and over again.
The other students laughed at Rahne's display, and the general milling that occurs when any large group of people get off a plane and don't have anything to do commenced. Finally, a short woman with large glasses and her blonde hair tied up in bun came walking across the grassy field they'd parked the Blackbird in.
"Rahne! I have nay seen ye in so long!" Rahne hopped out of the grass and went to hug the woman, whom the X-men assumed, correctly, was Moira MacTaggart.
After the very huggy reunion between Moira and Rahne, everybody trouped into the nearby building. The Professot had told them it was the Muir Island Medical Facility. The inside didn't look like any kind of medical facility any of the X-men had ever seen. It was homey. Carpetted floors, and pictures of every person Moira had ever laid eyes on hanging on the wall, including several of Rahne.
They didn't know what to think of the place, and what the professor had told them until she showed them her lab. Rahne immediatly put her hands in her pockets, and Hank was looking around.
"This looks like a gentic lab." He said. Remy had a very minor reaction to the words, but anyone who noticed it just wrote it off. It was no big deal anyway.
The room was white, and you had to go through a mister to get in. Moira explained this was to get dust and other small things off their clothes, so they wouldn't contaminate the lab.
Everyone but Hank got bored with the lab fairly quickly, and the new recruits went back outside to play tag. Kurt went to join them, and Jean and Scott went to help Logan unload the luggage. Everyone else left to sleep on various pieces of furniture in the living room. Kitty even wound up curling up on a coffee table (AN: Kitty pun).
There was no discernable motion from the living room for a while. Remy was sprawled across the armchair, dead to the world. Rogue was sleeping on her stomache facing the back of the couch, and like I said, Kitty was curled up on the coffee table.
---
A man, who was also visiting the Muir Island Med. Facility walked in after a while and yelled. This had the effect of making all three of the snoozing teenagers jump. Kity slid off her table, Remy was sitting up and had his hands halfway to his pocket before he stopped himself, and Rogue threw a pillow at the man.
All three of the teenagers glared at the man. He simply smiled, and said, in a very irish accent, that I will let you imagine for yourself. "You need to get up for dinner. If you nap all day, you won't sleep tonight." Even Kitty gave him a glare that could wither a steel magnolia (AN: withered flowers. . .ah, it's not important). They all got up and trudged to the kitchen.
Everyone sat down, and the X-men, minus Rahne, found out that it was better to talk and shove what they assumed was boiled cabbage onto someone else's plate than eat it. Eventually Hank, who was famished and would usually eat anything, and Sam, who was hungry enough to eat wicker furniture, had eaten everyone else's cabbage. The students were introduced to the man who'd woken Kitty, Remy, and Rogue up. He turned out to be an irish police man named Sean.
After dinner, the students went to their rooms, and Rogue saw she was rooming with Jean. This gave her a very evil idea. Her revenge might be able to start early.
***
Well, here it is.
Review!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Disclaimer
If I were a rich man, I would have a dictating program on my computer and get chapters out quicker, and probably blow all my money on stupid stuff. I still would not own X-men, but I would be worth sueing. Hypothetical part of my story over (well, minus the part in between the triple asteriks), I own the number of molecules in anti-matter.
A Series of Unfortunate Saturdays, Part the Fourth: X-men European Vacation
***
Remy stared past Rogue, out the window. He was really trying to get some sleep. He was sure he would pass out if he didn't get some sleep. Sleep wouldn't come easily though. His mind was moving like a record player on crack (Krak). He was reviewing the previouse night.
--- (Wayne's World flashback thingy)
"Ah guess we should be gettin' to bed." Rogue said, pulling her gold top up; wishing she ahd bothered to put straps on it. . .again. . .for the hundreth time.
"Yeah y' feet mus' hurt in dose tap shoes. How do you women stand bras? I swear I'm chafing." Rogue stopped, and was obviously pondering whether or not to comment on that. Remy noticed her costume conundrum. He'd known about it before, but then it hadn't been so. . .obvious. [Thought Columbia wasn't supposed t' fall out of her costume until later in de movie.]
Rogue changed the subject, not at all comfortable about talking about her boyfriend's cross dressing. "Actually, the sequins are weighin' the top down." She was fixated on the top, and really didn't mean for Remy to ponder that. She was also so caught up in her problem, she didn't notice Remy's reaction.
She did a very undiginified 'pull my shirt up to my neck so it takes longer to sink down thing' and Remy reveked in the fact that he was a tall guy dating [Dating!] a medium height girl. He wanted to help her with her problme, was quite sure his solution was nothing like hers.
He managed to drag his eyes away from her chest to change the subject.
"Kitty's gonna be mad at you for not tellin' her about dis."
Rogue yawned and nodded. "Ah know." She paused, thinking for a minute, before going on. "Ya know, it's weird. Ah'm dead tired, but Ah don't think Ah could get ta sleep fo' the life of me."
Remy noded, stifilng a yawn. He _was_ sleepy, but then again, if he went to bed, the night was officially over. He wanted to stay with Rogue a little longer, so he said, "Yeah, I know what y' mean." Inspiration struck him.
"I got an idea. It's easy t' get to the roof from my room. No one'll hear us, an' when y' tired y' can climb into your room, an' Kitty'll never have t' know what time y' got in.' What was understood between the two was that it wasn't his room. Still a 'touchy' subject for the both (AN: ba dum cha).
"Fine; if Ah die, Ah'm gonna tell St. Peter ya were a ruthless lackey for an evil supervillain, an' he should undah no circumstances let you inta heaven."
Remy looked at her, trying to decide whether or not to be offended or not. "Mos' girls would jes' say don't let me fall." Rogue looked at him, a small evil smile on her face.
"That is what Ah said. Ah was just givin' ya extra incentive."
Remy looked a ther, and Rogue couldn't decide if he was mock serious, or really serious. "Not bein' able t' talk to you everyday is enough t' motivate me t' be careful."
Rogue had no idea how to respond; so she said so. Remy gave her a smile that made her insides turn into Jell-o. He leaned down next to her, and pulled her shirt up and told her, "Doan worry 'bout it." His hand was still on the top of her shirt, and Rogue pushed his hand away from her. He straightened up immediately, mad that he hadn't caught himself. She was very wary after that. "Jes' doan fall, 'k'?"
Rogue nodded, and looked down, embarrased about how much she had enjoyed having him so close to her. She suddenly noticed the irony of it all.
"Ah feel like Ah should be singin' 'When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink.'"
Remy stepped behind Rogue, and put his hands around her waist, no longer trusting himself to look at her from the front. "I b'lieve de next part is, 'He shooka me up, he took my by su'prise, he had a pick up truck an' de devil's eyes.' Right?"
Rogue nodded, relishing the way he held her. Until her top was almost pulled completely down. She jumped out of his arms, and ran to her room, telling him, over her shouder, that she would meet him on the roof.
Remy went to his room, and thought about taking off his costume. The movie was over, no reason to stay in his bra and half slip (AN: Dammit Janet indeed. *drool*). He thought about it, but then again, he didn't exactly have anything lighter to wear, and sitting on the roof was hell on underwear. So, he took off the bra, and put his trenchcoat back on.
Once he was up on the roof, and starting to wonder why it always takes women so long to change their clothes, he heard someone clear their throat on one of the balconies. He looked down at Rogue who was in her pajama pants, a tank top, that he assumed matched the jammie pants, and a sheer grey shirt over it (AN: I imagine she has a lot of these in bunch of different colors. I know I would).
It took a good two minutes, because it is easier to get on the roof from Remy's balcony, but eventully Rogue was sitting next to him, looking at the sky. She saw Remy still had his half-slip on.
"Ah think Ah made a mistake. First you an' John are flirtin', an' Ah thought it was a joke. Now you're sittin' here, still in a slip, when AH don't even wear a slip if Ah can avoid it. An' how fair is it that you still look good, even though you're wearin' women's underwear?"
Remy smiled. He also put his hand on Rogue's waist, and she pretended not to notice. "Chere I t'ink you would look a lot better'n me in women's underwear. 'Course, I'd have to see it to be sure."
Rogue rolled her eyes and declined comment. She looked up at the sky again.
"Ya know, this was a good idea. Ah love the view up here. Good choice Remy."
He looked at her and nodded. "Yeah, de view up here is tres belle."
Rogue smiled and leaned into Remy, just a little bit. A tiny infintestimal bit.
"Feels like the sky would just swallow you up, an' you'd be in better place on the other side."
Remy was trying t figure out a way to make his next statement go the best way. He decided that pretending they were still talking about the sky was probably his best bet. "Yeah. Mebe if we just let go. . ."
Rogue pulled out of his arms. She didn't look at him, or really sound upset when she spoke, but she wouldn't touch him after that; at least not for a while. "Lettin' go could be dangerous."
Remy inwardly sighed. [Back to de drawing board.] He sat in silence next to Rogue, waiting until her uneasyness, a slap in the face of all he'd been working for, had abated a little.
Rogue knew that Remy was just stopping an arguement before it started. It was just a way to stop her from wanting to throw him off the roof. Regardless, she decided she didn't want to fight either, and leaned back on her elbows, keeping a careful distance of at least six inces between her and Remy.
They started talking again after a while, and it was much less akward. Sometimes they just sat together in silence. It was soon very peaceful fr both of htem to ust sit on the roof together, nothing to do,a nd all the time inth e world to do it in.
---
That is until the sun came up and Ororo flew out of her window, meaning to stretch her legs, and relish not being cooped up for a little while before the plane ride. She was used to having no bondaries around her at all. Flying in an airplane an driving were not fun activities, and the next two days would have a lot of both. She didn't even notice Rogue and Remy were there until they tried to sneak away. Then she landed on the roof, thoroughly irked that her mornign routine had been interrupted.
"What are you two doing up here? Remy. . .are you in a slip? Where did yo two go last night? You can't just leave without telling anyone where you're going. You both need to grow up and accept that others matter just as much as you. You didn't help clean up at all." Ororo scolded, while the sun shined bright behind her, making her look like an avenging goddess. Which she was anyway, so it was appropriate.
Remy decided the situation called for a joke. Rogue didn't know how he'd come to that conclusion, but he had. "Well, 'least I wasn't smokin' inside." Ororo looked at him like he'd just comitted blasphemy. She also gave him luggage duty.
---
Remy's mental replay stopped there. The rest was like something he hadn't even lived, but heard about from someone else. Paying Kurt to do his luggage duty. Sleeping in the corner of the hangar. Chasing after Rogue when she woke him up by pouring a glass of orange juice on his head. Giving up the chase when she hid behind Logan. Stealing the seat in the plane next to Rogue from Kurt. He'd only been up two hours and it had already been a busy day.
Now Rogue was sleeping next to him. He wished that it impled she was curled up aganst him, peacfully snoozing after staying up for a long time with him (AN: How to put this tastefully?), her state of dress non-applicable, completely pleased with what she'd stayed up so long for (AN: As close to bad as I will get. Probably. . . No. wait, I lied).
Unfortunatly, this daydream was canceled out by two things. First, the double armrest between the two of them. Second, the ways he was sleeping; head propped up against the window, mouth open, drooling, and had they been in a car, she would have been doing that jelly necked head wobble. As it was, that indignity was saved for the talking Osbornes bobble heads in her purse (AN: Which she was carrying just to hide her pranking supplies).
---
Rogue woke up as the plane was about to land. She saw Remy sleeping next to her. A small, but very persistent part of her brain was wishing that that impled they were in a bed, sleeping in froma night of good sex (AN: Rogue is less romantic sometimes). But, as it was, he was in a plane seat, with his head leaned back, so she could see every inch of the front of his throat, snoring very lightly. She decided to wake him up in the most evil way she could think of, so she poked him in the throat. He sat up, instantly wide awake, and Rogue laughed. He rubbed his neck, and gave her a diry looks. She smiled angelicly. Okay, she attempted to smile angelicly, but it came across as 'I dare you to do something about it.' He grumbled and rubbed his throat.
The plane had hardly landed when Rahne had rushed out the door and started running around like an excited puppy. She was talking, but it was mainly non-sensical stuff. Finally she dropped to the ground, and just lay on the grass, saying "It's good to be home." over and over again.
The other students laughed at Rahne's display, and the general milling that occurs when any large group of people get off a plane and don't have anything to do commenced. Finally, a short woman with large glasses and her blonde hair tied up in bun came walking across the grassy field they'd parked the Blackbird in.
"Rahne! I have nay seen ye in so long!" Rahne hopped out of the grass and went to hug the woman, whom the X-men assumed, correctly, was Moira MacTaggart.
After the very huggy reunion between Moira and Rahne, everybody trouped into the nearby building. The Professot had told them it was the Muir Island Medical Facility. The inside didn't look like any kind of medical facility any of the X-men had ever seen. It was homey. Carpetted floors, and pictures of every person Moira had ever laid eyes on hanging on the wall, including several of Rahne.
They didn't know what to think of the place, and what the professor had told them until she showed them her lab. Rahne immediatly put her hands in her pockets, and Hank was looking around.
"This looks like a gentic lab." He said. Remy had a very minor reaction to the words, but anyone who noticed it just wrote it off. It was no big deal anyway.
The room was white, and you had to go through a mister to get in. Moira explained this was to get dust and other small things off their clothes, so they wouldn't contaminate the lab.
Everyone but Hank got bored with the lab fairly quickly, and the new recruits went back outside to play tag. Kurt went to join them, and Jean and Scott went to help Logan unload the luggage. Everyone else left to sleep on various pieces of furniture in the living room. Kitty even wound up curling up on a coffee table (AN: Kitty pun).
There was no discernable motion from the living room for a while. Remy was sprawled across the armchair, dead to the world. Rogue was sleeping on her stomache facing the back of the couch, and like I said, Kitty was curled up on the coffee table.
---
A man, who was also visiting the Muir Island Med. Facility walked in after a while and yelled. This had the effect of making all three of the snoozing teenagers jump. Kity slid off her table, Remy was sitting up and had his hands halfway to his pocket before he stopped himself, and Rogue threw a pillow at the man.
All three of the teenagers glared at the man. He simply smiled, and said, in a very irish accent, that I will let you imagine for yourself. "You need to get up for dinner. If you nap all day, you won't sleep tonight." Even Kitty gave him a glare that could wither a steel magnolia (AN: withered flowers. . .ah, it's not important). They all got up and trudged to the kitchen.
Everyone sat down, and the X-men, minus Rahne, found out that it was better to talk and shove what they assumed was boiled cabbage onto someone else's plate than eat it. Eventually Hank, who was famished and would usually eat anything, and Sam, who was hungry enough to eat wicker furniture, had eaten everyone else's cabbage. The students were introduced to the man who'd woken Kitty, Remy, and Rogue up. He turned out to be an irish police man named Sean.
After dinner, the students went to their rooms, and Rogue saw she was rooming with Jean. This gave her a very evil idea. Her revenge might be able to start early.
***
Well, here it is.
Review!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith