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Miranda-Yes, I'd go insane if I were a. . .wait, no, I'm already insane, but. . .you know what I mean. I like the idea of Scott being a little demented too. HAPPPY BIRTHDAY!
Eileen-Well, I understand it's a big jump from Dune to Romy, but I'm glad you tried for me. I can really see her doing that. I had to get in a canibalism reference, and one calls for another. Hanibal Lecter is cool. The second chapter is obviously finished, either that or I've replaced it with author's notes. Don't see why I would do that though. Anyway, glad I could help you cross back over into Romy. Keep on truckin'.
Solitaire-I think that's everybody's favorite line. I have a fan? Gasp! * I fall over, in shock* And a big fan at that. Wow. Just, wow. Cool. Oh, I would die of fear if Jean threatened to take me shopping. Ug. I'm not really any sort of lable thing, I've been known to wear boas with blue jeans and large patches of bright pink lipstick over my right eye, simultaniously, but I wouldn't wear anything Jean wears. Rogue can handle whatever Jean threatens her with, because she's trained to handle stuff like that. Thanks for reviewing. I have to go shout from the roof tops that I have a fan. Yeah!
Ish-Ag! Real life dares to interfere with your reading fan fiction. How terrible. Hockey? I'm a soccer _player_ myself. I don't like to watch, I like to do. I'm so not a voyer. Anyway, glad you could fit me ito your hockey filled life. I don't mind really. It's okay. Interprtive dance is so aweful. Ug, just, yeach. The Sex Pistols are good, but I like the Clash better. London Calling is the epitome of albums. British accents are _so_ sexy, usually. I can think of about twelve english guys who I would never consider sexy in any way shape or form. Ah well, I know how great it can be. anyway, I think you'll like the next chapter for its high revenge content. Reality sucks. Ah well. Hear from ya soon, I hope.
Disclaimer
I can't make any more jokes. Marvel you'll just have to sue me because I stole your characters and didn't put up a disclaimer due to a creative drought.
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After everyone was checked in, and Scott was safely away from the rental van Jean went to Rogue's room. It was bad enough that Rogue had pranked her at all. But Scott had made reservations at a very nice restaurant, calling collect from America, and Jean would be damned if some childish prank from a wanna be misanthrope were going to mess up her good time.
Rogue was laying on her bed on her stomache, listening to her discman and holding something in her hands. Jean didn't get a good look at it, because Rogue shoved it under her bed as soon as the door opened. Jean frowned at Rogue, and motioned for the goth to take her headphones off. Rogeu complied, trying to decided whether she should glare or smile sadistically. Eventualy Rogue decided a blank look would work best.
"This is a fair warning. I understand you've been very angry at everyone for the past two weeks, and that I did embarrass you, for your own good; but I am going out with Scott tomorrow night, and if you do anything to mess it up, you will regret it. Understood?"
Rogue roled her eyes. [That the best ya can come up with? Please, I've heard Kitty give bettah threats.] Instead of mocking Jean, Rogue simply turned her discman back on.
"Untouchable,
You think you're untouchable,
You know,
No one's untouchable."
Jean turned around, a little worried about what _that_ could mean.
Rogue watched Jean exit, and pulled out Remy's 'gift'. It really was kind of flattering, in an 'Every Breath You Take' kind of way.
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Remy was in his room, trying to shake off his mild insanity due to an Osbournes overdose. He was doing it with Limp Bizkit. 'Rearranged' was saving his sanity. He barely heard when Logan knocked on his door. But, he'd been listening for it, so he gotup anyway. When he opened the door he saw Logan standing there in a Hard Rock Cafe Toronto t-shirt and a pair of really crappy jeans. This could mean only one thing.
"I'm goin' out for a drink. The only good food here comes after you've had a few. You in?"
Remy didn't even think about it. "Yeah, I'm in." He grabbed his coat and carjacked the teachers' car;l since Hank had confiscated the keys from Logan. Remy decided he was probably only going to live if he drove. So, after putting in 'Signifigant Other', and cranking 'Nookie' up as loud as he could (AN: I know, an obvious choice but why not?), he drove off for the nearest crappy, smelly, cheap english pub.
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Jean banged her brush in the counter of her bathroom to call the students to attention. Kitty was still missing, and it was worrying Jean. Just when everyone quieted down, minus Jubilee who was sobbing about her coat, Kitty phased in brandishing a teddy bear who would put even the biggest metal head to shame, and I'm not talkin' about a musical choice here folks.
"Look what Rogue did to my bear! It looks it should be in a mosh pit at a rave!" Kitty said, before sitting on Jean's bed, trying to keep herself composed.
Bobby was the first person to talk. "Kitty, it's just a bear."
Kitty looked at Bobby, all the rage, and uneasiness, and everything she'd suffered through coming out in a short evil burst. Kitty brandished her beloved toy like a mace, smacking Bobby with Rogue's very sharp body jewelry, including a couple rings he would definitly _not_ want touching his face. Maybe another major organ, the one he did a lot of his thinking with, but not _this_ head (AN: to be blunt (smashing a fly with a sledgehammer)).
"My dad gave this to my mom when he worked the night shift, and she gave it to me when I was born! NEVER mock my bear!" Kitty swung her pierced bear at Bobby again, and was only stopped when Jean used her t.k.
"We're here to discuss how to stop Rogue. I think those of us she has already pranked will be comparatively safe, but the rest of you may not. I suggest a buddy system." Scott, who had decided vacation meant someone else calls the shots (with Remy's help (AN: Sott's decision, not some one else consulting Remy. . .ya get it)), raised his hand.
"Are you sure this will work? I mean, Rogue's not going to be frightened just because she has to take on two of us at once, and this will also leave half of our stuff open for attack, and that seems to be the usual direction. . ."
Scott didn't finish what he was saying before a fight erupted. In the end, no one knew why, but it was hunch that Kurt bumped against Amara's Red Rover injury, and she'd jumped him. For whatever reason, what Scott said never got heard.
Sam as the one to break up the fight. He did it by dropping Jean's brush while standing on the counter. When the students heard the heavy metal back of the brush hit the cold tile, about half of them ducked, and someone yelled "Gun!" Sam took adavantage of the relative quiet.
"This is stupid. Probably what Rogue wants too. Ya know, divide an' conquer? I think the buddy system will work, but only to make you all feel better. I admitt I'm an innocent bystander, but soemtime's it feels like I'm bystandin' in the no man's land between the battle of whoever versus everyone else, an' I'm damned tired of it! Settle this, so Ah can get some sleep. I'm sharin' a room with Bobby, I'll team up with him."
Everyone nodded, and soon partners were chosen. Everyone but Scott and Jean left the hotel room (AN: I wish so much that I could put something naughty after this, and change the whole course of this fic. Alas, even if I were to get. . .graphic, and change the plot just a little, I couldn't do it here. Maybe I'll start my own web site just to motivate myself to write smut. Then again. . .nah.).
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Rogue was in the adjacent room to Jean's listening to the conversation. Kiyty knocked on her door. Rogue looked at her formerr room mate, who wasn't happy about the bear thing.
"Rogue, un-pierce my bear, and please tell me you didn't put any rings that have been anywhere usually covered by underwear on it. Whether it's true or not."
"Okay. None of 'em have been anywhere near my labia. Now, Ah have somethin' really terrible planned for you, an' your bear. Ah will be happy to forget that Ah'm mad atcha if you'll help me with my little endeavor. Capish?"
Kitty quickly nodded, and Rogue smiled evilly. "Alrighty then. Let's get started."
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Remy was sitting next to Logan, a little happier with his situation, when he could remember it, than he had been earlier. Mostly he kept imagining Rogue, and inserting himself into the shower he'd watched. Of course things only got worse from there.
Logan snapped Remy out of his inner erotica induced euphoria to ask him a question.
"What the hell were we listening to in the car? That was some crappy music (AN: Well, I can see Logan not being impressed with Limp Bizkit. Dunno why)."
"Limp Bizkit."
Logan gave him an almost evil smile. "They make pills for that you know. Actually, I don't see why that's a problem right now, unless. . ."
Remy cut him off, determined to have the last word, even if it would be his last words. "Sorry Logan. 'M sure you're good, but I got a girlfriend."
"What?" Logan looked at Remy, half regret, because he really didn't want to kill another drinking buddy, really, it was getting old, and half you-better-not-realise-what-you've-done,-bub.
Remy noticed the sudden change in mood, and went to his own defense. "Rogue, I'm goin' out wit' Rogue. We went out after de party, an' decided it would probably be a regular t'ing. Me an' Rogue, goin' out. . .yeah."
Logan's temper went down. . .mostly. Remy sighed in reliefe, inwardly. Logan thought for a little while, before he said, "That's fine. I thought you meant something else." He finished his drink before adding, "'Bout damn time."
Remy relised he'd been subliminally challenged and got quasi-offended. It didn't do well to get really offended at someone who was very well known for his ability to heal, had claws made of very sharp and resilient metal, and was currently not as drunk as Remy was; but he wasn't going to let it slide by either. "Why'd you thnk I meant somethin' else. Surely y' not sayin' she's not good 'nough f'r me. You know she'll find a way to kill you if you do."
"Not what I meant and you know it. 'Sides, from the way she was glarin' at you this morning, it looked suspicious, to say the least. So, if it's not insane anger because you're goin' out with someone else, or cheatin' on her already, what's up with you two?"
Remy knew better than to tell Logan any part of why Rogue was mad at him. Usually they didn't talk about institute things at all. Remy had no idea why tonight was an exception, but it was really starting to get to him. "Doan wanna talk 'bout it."
Logan nodded. "I understand. Just a fair warning. If Rogue tells me, and it's something I would kill you for, I'm just tieing you up and sending you to her room, gift wrapped, understood?"
Remy nodded his head and ordered another drink.
***
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Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews
Miranda-Yes, I'd go insane if I were a. . .wait, no, I'm already insane, but. . .you know what I mean. I like the idea of Scott being a little demented too. HAPPPY BIRTHDAY!
Eileen-Well, I understand it's a big jump from Dune to Romy, but I'm glad you tried for me. I can really see her doing that. I had to get in a canibalism reference, and one calls for another. Hanibal Lecter is cool. The second chapter is obviously finished, either that or I've replaced it with author's notes. Don't see why I would do that though. Anyway, glad I could help you cross back over into Romy. Keep on truckin'.
Solitaire-I think that's everybody's favorite line. I have a fan? Gasp! * I fall over, in shock* And a big fan at that. Wow. Just, wow. Cool. Oh, I would die of fear if Jean threatened to take me shopping. Ug. I'm not really any sort of lable thing, I've been known to wear boas with blue jeans and large patches of bright pink lipstick over my right eye, simultaniously, but I wouldn't wear anything Jean wears. Rogue can handle whatever Jean threatens her with, because she's trained to handle stuff like that. Thanks for reviewing. I have to go shout from the roof tops that I have a fan. Yeah!
Ish-Ag! Real life dares to interfere with your reading fan fiction. How terrible. Hockey? I'm a soccer _player_ myself. I don't like to watch, I like to do. I'm so not a voyer. Anyway, glad you could fit me ito your hockey filled life. I don't mind really. It's okay. Interprtive dance is so aweful. Ug, just, yeach. The Sex Pistols are good, but I like the Clash better. London Calling is the epitome of albums. British accents are _so_ sexy, usually. I can think of about twelve english guys who I would never consider sexy in any way shape or form. Ah well, I know how great it can be. anyway, I think you'll like the next chapter for its high revenge content. Reality sucks. Ah well. Hear from ya soon, I hope.
Disclaimer
I can't make any more jokes. Marvel you'll just have to sue me because I stole your characters and didn't put up a disclaimer due to a creative drought.
***
After everyone was checked in, and Scott was safely away from the rental van Jean went to Rogue's room. It was bad enough that Rogue had pranked her at all. But Scott had made reservations at a very nice restaurant, calling collect from America, and Jean would be damned if some childish prank from a wanna be misanthrope were going to mess up her good time.
Rogue was laying on her bed on her stomache, listening to her discman and holding something in her hands. Jean didn't get a good look at it, because Rogue shoved it under her bed as soon as the door opened. Jean frowned at Rogue, and motioned for the goth to take her headphones off. Rogeu complied, trying to decided whether she should glare or smile sadistically. Eventualy Rogue decided a blank look would work best.
"This is a fair warning. I understand you've been very angry at everyone for the past two weeks, and that I did embarrass you, for your own good; but I am going out with Scott tomorrow night, and if you do anything to mess it up, you will regret it. Understood?"
Rogue roled her eyes. [That the best ya can come up with? Please, I've heard Kitty give bettah threats.] Instead of mocking Jean, Rogue simply turned her discman back on.
"Untouchable,
You think you're untouchable,
You know,
No one's untouchable."
Jean turned around, a little worried about what _that_ could mean.
Rogue watched Jean exit, and pulled out Remy's 'gift'. It really was kind of flattering, in an 'Every Breath You Take' kind of way.
---
Remy was in his room, trying to shake off his mild insanity due to an Osbournes overdose. He was doing it with Limp Bizkit. 'Rearranged' was saving his sanity. He barely heard when Logan knocked on his door. But, he'd been listening for it, so he gotup anyway. When he opened the door he saw Logan standing there in a Hard Rock Cafe Toronto t-shirt and a pair of really crappy jeans. This could mean only one thing.
"I'm goin' out for a drink. The only good food here comes after you've had a few. You in?"
Remy didn't even think about it. "Yeah, I'm in." He grabbed his coat and carjacked the teachers' car;l since Hank had confiscated the keys from Logan. Remy decided he was probably only going to live if he drove. So, after putting in 'Signifigant Other', and cranking 'Nookie' up as loud as he could (AN: I know, an obvious choice but why not?), he drove off for the nearest crappy, smelly, cheap english pub.
---
Jean banged her brush in the counter of her bathroom to call the students to attention. Kitty was still missing, and it was worrying Jean. Just when everyone quieted down, minus Jubilee who was sobbing about her coat, Kitty phased in brandishing a teddy bear who would put even the biggest metal head to shame, and I'm not talkin' about a musical choice here folks.
"Look what Rogue did to my bear! It looks it should be in a mosh pit at a rave!" Kitty said, before sitting on Jean's bed, trying to keep herself composed.
Bobby was the first person to talk. "Kitty, it's just a bear."
Kitty looked at Bobby, all the rage, and uneasiness, and everything she'd suffered through coming out in a short evil burst. Kitty brandished her beloved toy like a mace, smacking Bobby with Rogue's very sharp body jewelry, including a couple rings he would definitly _not_ want touching his face. Maybe another major organ, the one he did a lot of his thinking with, but not _this_ head (AN: to be blunt (smashing a fly with a sledgehammer)).
"My dad gave this to my mom when he worked the night shift, and she gave it to me when I was born! NEVER mock my bear!" Kitty swung her pierced bear at Bobby again, and was only stopped when Jean used her t.k.
"We're here to discuss how to stop Rogue. I think those of us she has already pranked will be comparatively safe, but the rest of you may not. I suggest a buddy system." Scott, who had decided vacation meant someone else calls the shots (with Remy's help (AN: Sott's decision, not some one else consulting Remy. . .ya get it)), raised his hand.
"Are you sure this will work? I mean, Rogue's not going to be frightened just because she has to take on two of us at once, and this will also leave half of our stuff open for attack, and that seems to be the usual direction. . ."
Scott didn't finish what he was saying before a fight erupted. In the end, no one knew why, but it was hunch that Kurt bumped against Amara's Red Rover injury, and she'd jumped him. For whatever reason, what Scott said never got heard.
Sam as the one to break up the fight. He did it by dropping Jean's brush while standing on the counter. When the students heard the heavy metal back of the brush hit the cold tile, about half of them ducked, and someone yelled "Gun!" Sam took adavantage of the relative quiet.
"This is stupid. Probably what Rogue wants too. Ya know, divide an' conquer? I think the buddy system will work, but only to make you all feel better. I admitt I'm an innocent bystander, but soemtime's it feels like I'm bystandin' in the no man's land between the battle of whoever versus everyone else, an' I'm damned tired of it! Settle this, so Ah can get some sleep. I'm sharin' a room with Bobby, I'll team up with him."
Everyone nodded, and soon partners were chosen. Everyone but Scott and Jean left the hotel room (AN: I wish so much that I could put something naughty after this, and change the whole course of this fic. Alas, even if I were to get. . .graphic, and change the plot just a little, I couldn't do it here. Maybe I'll start my own web site just to motivate myself to write smut. Then again. . .nah.).
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Rogue was in the adjacent room to Jean's listening to the conversation. Kiyty knocked on her door. Rogue looked at her formerr room mate, who wasn't happy about the bear thing.
"Rogue, un-pierce my bear, and please tell me you didn't put any rings that have been anywhere usually covered by underwear on it. Whether it's true or not."
"Okay. None of 'em have been anywhere near my labia. Now, Ah have somethin' really terrible planned for you, an' your bear. Ah will be happy to forget that Ah'm mad atcha if you'll help me with my little endeavor. Capish?"
Kitty quickly nodded, and Rogue smiled evilly. "Alrighty then. Let's get started."
---
Remy was sitting next to Logan, a little happier with his situation, when he could remember it, than he had been earlier. Mostly he kept imagining Rogue, and inserting himself into the shower he'd watched. Of course things only got worse from there.
Logan snapped Remy out of his inner erotica induced euphoria to ask him a question.
"What the hell were we listening to in the car? That was some crappy music (AN: Well, I can see Logan not being impressed with Limp Bizkit. Dunno why)."
"Limp Bizkit."
Logan gave him an almost evil smile. "They make pills for that you know. Actually, I don't see why that's a problem right now, unless. . ."
Remy cut him off, determined to have the last word, even if it would be his last words. "Sorry Logan. 'M sure you're good, but I got a girlfriend."
"What?" Logan looked at Remy, half regret, because he really didn't want to kill another drinking buddy, really, it was getting old, and half you-better-not-realise-what-you've-done,-bub.
Remy noticed the sudden change in mood, and went to his own defense. "Rogue, I'm goin' out wit' Rogue. We went out after de party, an' decided it would probably be a regular t'ing. Me an' Rogue, goin' out. . .yeah."
Logan's temper went down. . .mostly. Remy sighed in reliefe, inwardly. Logan thought for a little while, before he said, "That's fine. I thought you meant something else." He finished his drink before adding, "'Bout damn time."
Remy relised he'd been subliminally challenged and got quasi-offended. It didn't do well to get really offended at someone who was very well known for his ability to heal, had claws made of very sharp and resilient metal, and was currently not as drunk as Remy was; but he wasn't going to let it slide by either. "Why'd you thnk I meant somethin' else. Surely y' not sayin' she's not good 'nough f'r me. You know she'll find a way to kill you if you do."
"Not what I meant and you know it. 'Sides, from the way she was glarin' at you this morning, it looked suspicious, to say the least. So, if it's not insane anger because you're goin' out with someone else, or cheatin' on her already, what's up with you two?"
Remy knew better than to tell Logan any part of why Rogue was mad at him. Usually they didn't talk about institute things at all. Remy had no idea why tonight was an exception, but it was really starting to get to him. "Doan wanna talk 'bout it."
Logan nodded. "I understand. Just a fair warning. If Rogue tells me, and it's something I would kill you for, I'm just tieing you up and sending you to her room, gift wrapped, understood?"
Remy nodded his head and ordered another drink.
***
Review!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith