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Rogue LeBeau- The sciency names sorta describe what's goin' on. In Fission, the splitign of the atom, Rogue and Risty (the atom) fall apart, never to be friends again. In Fussion, the joining of the atoms, Rogue and Remy get cozier than I've usually allowed them to get. Of course, large doses or Nyquil helped to calm Rogue down enough for this, but still, it happened. Rogue, for the answer to the touching question, stick around. I may, or may not do it. I'm undecided.
riah yaps-I'm glad you think my fic is 'mad'. I assure you, it is absoloutly certifiable. It's under teh table and dreaming. It's coiming out of left field,a dnmaybe even a little bit weird. Nice to hear form you.
Eileen-I got your first review, so 'm working against the conspiracy. As for serending me with your pardoies, Weird Al is safe in his job, but it ws good none the less. For everything else you wrote about, here's my original response. I've had that problem too. Mayhaps it's the site? I've been getting a lack of bandwidth from ff.net for a few days now. I love all my creations, even the lonely lady. I loved writing the part where Mystique's throwing rocks. This is what comes of the short walk home from school more often than not. I dread to think what my stuff now will look like once I only see my fellow coruptee on Wednesdays. Ah well, I'll live. Well, she is. I mean, Mystique is bi, so Risty would be too. I can't spell squirrel either. Sadistic squirrel. I'm working that into my comic book when I'm rich enough to employ the artists and publishers. Oh, and the staying awake? Not gonna happen.
Ish-I got your first review, but thatnks for the second! I'm just gonna keep my respose for the first one, 'kay? OH, and as for the interpretive dance, that wsa uber-cool. Thank you for that Ish. I needed it. *rubs face* Ow. Oh come on. Rogue's freakin' Snow White, animals follow her everywhere. Beside, they were a little preoccupied with the slight sexual tension I've allowed them. They like to do that sort of thing. I say, 'Hey, guy, girl, let's do this funny thing to show off how well you two have adapted to each other.' And he always asks, 'Can we work some sex in some how?' Rogue usually slaps him, but since there are no mutants here, thus no powers, they usually wind up making out in my computer room. The only way to stop it is get the hose and write sexual tension. So here it is. Oh, and trust me, the water bill's gone way up since I let them be my SouS muses.
Joe-More Scott/Jean? Hmm. I'll try. They feinitly come into play again, but it's not nessisarily together. I may write a one shot about them. I'm undecided. thanks for droppin' me a line!
Gaea-Glad I got a rise out of ou. Have you actually tried to read a chapter w/out laughing? I'm glad you can see past my raging ignorance of England to see the heart and soul (feel free to laugh now) of this fic. Glad to keep you laughin' beb!
Disclaimer
You're not missin' much for sure, only everything that's yours, and at times it fails and we're for sale in the gutter. Is this home 'cause I forgot, if it is then thanks a lot, 'cause I can't pretend to know one end from the other.
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Two minutes after they got a cab, Rogue and Remy were sound asleep. The driver noticed this and began driving around London, ringing up a much higher bill for the two wayward southerners.
Eventually, two hours later, Rogue woke up. Her first instinct was to go back to sleep and forget about it. She then realized that she was leaning against Remy, and that he was sound asleep. Then she remembered were she was. She elbowed Remy in the side. He pulled his hand from her waist and groaned. Rogue tried to ignore what this did to her already abnormally high hormone level.
"Remy! Wake up. Where are we?"
Remy woke up real fast after hearing that.
"What de hell? Where are we?"
The cab driver turned around and realized the jig was up. He looked at the two tourists like a lion looks at the feeding guy.
"I'm not payin' for dis! Y' were supposed t' drive us home!" Remy said, _very_ pissed off by this turn of events. Rogue was also mad. She was just too tired to do anything about it.
"You don't pay I'll call the bobbies on you. Not my fault you fell asleep."
"I doan have de money f'r dis."
"You got a credit card? There's an ATM right there." The man pointed to the cash machine. "Put the card in, give the money to me, I'll take you home."
Rogue sighed and grabbed the credit card out of Remy's pocket, stalking out of the cab, lightly zapping thhe cab driver to see how much they would owe. SHe got out the exact amount they would need and glared at eh driver. "Drive now. Drive fast, get us home, an' maybe Ah'll tink about tippin' ya."
The cab driver burned rubber to their hotel. Rogue paid him, saying a few choice words before he sped off. He didn't have to work anymore that night.
Rogue and Remy walked into the lobby. Remy collapsed on the couch. Rogue layed down in front of him and his arms wrapped around her waist. In Remy's mind they got up a second later, after somehow finding out Rogue was miraculously able to touch, and they didn't leave his room until early afternoon. But in reality, they were asleep on the couch in two seconds flat.
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Risty walked into the lobby, cursing herself for forgetting the room number of Rogue's room. Of course, she forgot everythign else when she saw _her_ daughter in _his_ arms. Jean and Scott were awakened by an inhuman scream followed by the sound of a breaking lamp and two people yelling.
Remy was awake when al hell broke loose. He had just woken up, but couldn't decide why. He noticed the close proximity of his date fromt he night before and smiled, kissing her hair. He looked up when he realized what had woken himup was an extrodinaryly large amount of anger coming form. . .Risty. He smiled at his possible rival for Rogue's affection. Then Risty whaled on him with a lamp, waking Rogue up.
Rogue glared at Risty and stood up, catching the other girl's arm just as she was about to stob Remy with the broken base of the lamp. Remy watched as Rogue pushed Risty back. Even thought he was a little dazed, he knew that Risty was giving off murderous vibes. Call it experience if you will.
Jean got out of the chair she had fallen asleep in. Scott moved his head and fell back asleep when he saw Jean was taking care of it. It was his vacation too afterall.
The first thing, beside the side of Scott's head, Jean saw that morning was Risty trying to claw Remy to death. Remy was holding is head blearily in the middle of a mass of broken glas and a lampshade. Rogue was holding her former best friend back from killing her boyfriend. The yelling was coming from the warring females. Remy as checking to make sure he wasn't bleeding.
Jean put Risty in a telepathic bubble. Risty pounded against the sides. "Dammit! Let me out! I have a right to look after my daughter!"
Rogue's face went through twelve different reactions before she went calmly to the elevators, waited for one to reach the bottom floor, got in, and screamed as loud as she could. Remy winced and went after her, deciding not only would he get major browinie points for being there during his girl's crisis, but that Raven was less likely to kill him in front of her daugther. Helooked back at Risty, who had morphed back into Mystique. Befor egetting on the elevator, Remy said, "Dat explains a lot."
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Logan was out behind the hotel meditating when Rogue and Risty's fighting broke him out of his almost zen. He shook his head and went back to concentrating when he heard a very angry and hurt scream coming fromthe hotel. A deaf man would have heard it to tell the truth. So he ran into the lobby, figurative guns blazing, ready to protect the X-girls at all costs.
What he saw was Mystique trying to fight her way out of Jean's telekinetic bubble, while Scott ran to the stairs to get reinforcements. Logan rushed in ready to defend Jean while the rest of the X-men were waking up to the sound of Rogue screaming. She only seemed to stop for air, or to throw something. Logan winced and concentrated on Mystique. Eventually Rogue's voice gave out and Logan could think straight again.
"What happened here?" Logna said, looking at Mystique inthe bubble.
Jean sighed. "Guess who Risty is."
Logan looked at Mystique, who was still hearing her daughters enraged screams. In fact, very few people didn't hear her enraged screams. Logan circled the bubble, lookign Raven over like he'd never seenher before.
"What are you looking at?" It was all she could think to say. Half of her mind was in Rogue's room impaling Remy with a lamp and comforting her daughter. So she wasn't in her best form. She was also in the worst possible mood. She was sure she'd finally lost all hope of connecting with her children.
"A very sad woman. Let her go int he parking lot Jean. I"ll keep an eye on her." Logan said giving Mystique a look.
Out int ehparking lot Mystique almost bolted for her car. She hated the fact that this. . .animal, was closer to both her children than she was. The world hated her she decided. And the way eh kept following her was really pissing her off.
"Fine. I lost. Game over. Rogue will never go near me again. I'm gone." Mystique fumbled for her car keys, curisng herself for having such a large amount of keys int he first place. Logan moved to her car, leaning against the driver's side door.
"What do you want!" Mystique roared, fully prepared to rip his jugular vein out, and sort of wshing he'd grow another one, just so she could rip _it_ out too.
"I'm going to teach you how to be a good mommy."
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Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews
Rogue LeBeau- The sciency names sorta describe what's goin' on. In Fission, the splitign of the atom, Rogue and Risty (the atom) fall apart, never to be friends again. In Fussion, the joining of the atoms, Rogue and Remy get cozier than I've usually allowed them to get. Of course, large doses or Nyquil helped to calm Rogue down enough for this, but still, it happened. Rogue, for the answer to the touching question, stick around. I may, or may not do it. I'm undecided.
riah yaps-I'm glad you think my fic is 'mad'. I assure you, it is absoloutly certifiable. It's under teh table and dreaming. It's coiming out of left field,a dnmaybe even a little bit weird. Nice to hear form you.
Eileen-I got your first review, so 'm working against the conspiracy. As for serending me with your pardoies, Weird Al is safe in his job, but it ws good none the less. For everything else you wrote about, here's my original response. I've had that problem too. Mayhaps it's the site? I've been getting a lack of bandwidth from ff.net for a few days now. I love all my creations, even the lonely lady. I loved writing the part where Mystique's throwing rocks. This is what comes of the short walk home from school more often than not. I dread to think what my stuff now will look like once I only see my fellow coruptee on Wednesdays. Ah well, I'll live. Well, she is. I mean, Mystique is bi, so Risty would be too. I can't spell squirrel either. Sadistic squirrel. I'm working that into my comic book when I'm rich enough to employ the artists and publishers. Oh, and the staying awake? Not gonna happen.
Ish-I got your first review, but thatnks for the second! I'm just gonna keep my respose for the first one, 'kay? OH, and as for the interpretive dance, that wsa uber-cool. Thank you for that Ish. I needed it. *rubs face* Ow. Oh come on. Rogue's freakin' Snow White, animals follow her everywhere. Beside, they were a little preoccupied with the slight sexual tension I've allowed them. They like to do that sort of thing. I say, 'Hey, guy, girl, let's do this funny thing to show off how well you two have adapted to each other.' And he always asks, 'Can we work some sex in some how?' Rogue usually slaps him, but since there are no mutants here, thus no powers, they usually wind up making out in my computer room. The only way to stop it is get the hose and write sexual tension. So here it is. Oh, and trust me, the water bill's gone way up since I let them be my SouS muses.
Joe-More Scott/Jean? Hmm. I'll try. They feinitly come into play again, but it's not nessisarily together. I may write a one shot about them. I'm undecided. thanks for droppin' me a line!
Gaea-Glad I got a rise out of ou. Have you actually tried to read a chapter w/out laughing? I'm glad you can see past my raging ignorance of England to see the heart and soul (feel free to laugh now) of this fic. Glad to keep you laughin' beb!
Disclaimer
You're not missin' much for sure, only everything that's yours, and at times it fails and we're for sale in the gutter. Is this home 'cause I forgot, if it is then thanks a lot, 'cause I can't pretend to know one end from the other.
***
Two minutes after they got a cab, Rogue and Remy were sound asleep. The driver noticed this and began driving around London, ringing up a much higher bill for the two wayward southerners.
Eventually, two hours later, Rogue woke up. Her first instinct was to go back to sleep and forget about it. She then realized that she was leaning against Remy, and that he was sound asleep. Then she remembered were she was. She elbowed Remy in the side. He pulled his hand from her waist and groaned. Rogue tried to ignore what this did to her already abnormally high hormone level.
"Remy! Wake up. Where are we?"
Remy woke up real fast after hearing that.
"What de hell? Where are we?"
The cab driver turned around and realized the jig was up. He looked at the two tourists like a lion looks at the feeding guy.
"I'm not payin' for dis! Y' were supposed t' drive us home!" Remy said, _very_ pissed off by this turn of events. Rogue was also mad. She was just too tired to do anything about it.
"You don't pay I'll call the bobbies on you. Not my fault you fell asleep."
"I doan have de money f'r dis."
"You got a credit card? There's an ATM right there." The man pointed to the cash machine. "Put the card in, give the money to me, I'll take you home."
Rogue sighed and grabbed the credit card out of Remy's pocket, stalking out of the cab, lightly zapping thhe cab driver to see how much they would owe. SHe got out the exact amount they would need and glared at eh driver. "Drive now. Drive fast, get us home, an' maybe Ah'll tink about tippin' ya."
The cab driver burned rubber to their hotel. Rogue paid him, saying a few choice words before he sped off. He didn't have to work anymore that night.
Rogue and Remy walked into the lobby. Remy collapsed on the couch. Rogue layed down in front of him and his arms wrapped around her waist. In Remy's mind they got up a second later, after somehow finding out Rogue was miraculously able to touch, and they didn't leave his room until early afternoon. But in reality, they were asleep on the couch in two seconds flat.
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Risty walked into the lobby, cursing herself for forgetting the room number of Rogue's room. Of course, she forgot everythign else when she saw _her_ daughter in _his_ arms. Jean and Scott were awakened by an inhuman scream followed by the sound of a breaking lamp and two people yelling.
Remy was awake when al hell broke loose. He had just woken up, but couldn't decide why. He noticed the close proximity of his date fromt he night before and smiled, kissing her hair. He looked up when he realized what had woken himup was an extrodinaryly large amount of anger coming form. . .Risty. He smiled at his possible rival for Rogue's affection. Then Risty whaled on him with a lamp, waking Rogue up.
Rogue glared at Risty and stood up, catching the other girl's arm just as she was about to stob Remy with the broken base of the lamp. Remy watched as Rogue pushed Risty back. Even thought he was a little dazed, he knew that Risty was giving off murderous vibes. Call it experience if you will.
Jean got out of the chair she had fallen asleep in. Scott moved his head and fell back asleep when he saw Jean was taking care of it. It was his vacation too afterall.
The first thing, beside the side of Scott's head, Jean saw that morning was Risty trying to claw Remy to death. Remy was holding is head blearily in the middle of a mass of broken glas and a lampshade. Rogue was holding her former best friend back from killing her boyfriend. The yelling was coming from the warring females. Remy as checking to make sure he wasn't bleeding.
Jean put Risty in a telepathic bubble. Risty pounded against the sides. "Dammit! Let me out! I have a right to look after my daughter!"
Rogue's face went through twelve different reactions before she went calmly to the elevators, waited for one to reach the bottom floor, got in, and screamed as loud as she could. Remy winced and went after her, deciding not only would he get major browinie points for being there during his girl's crisis, but that Raven was less likely to kill him in front of her daugther. Helooked back at Risty, who had morphed back into Mystique. Befor egetting on the elevator, Remy said, "Dat explains a lot."
---
Logan was out behind the hotel meditating when Rogue and Risty's fighting broke him out of his almost zen. He shook his head and went back to concentrating when he heard a very angry and hurt scream coming fromthe hotel. A deaf man would have heard it to tell the truth. So he ran into the lobby, figurative guns blazing, ready to protect the X-girls at all costs.
What he saw was Mystique trying to fight her way out of Jean's telekinetic bubble, while Scott ran to the stairs to get reinforcements. Logan rushed in ready to defend Jean while the rest of the X-men were waking up to the sound of Rogue screaming. She only seemed to stop for air, or to throw something. Logan winced and concentrated on Mystique. Eventually Rogue's voice gave out and Logan could think straight again.
"What happened here?" Logna said, looking at Mystique inthe bubble.
Jean sighed. "Guess who Risty is."
Logan looked at Mystique, who was still hearing her daughters enraged screams. In fact, very few people didn't hear her enraged screams. Logan circled the bubble, lookign Raven over like he'd never seenher before.
"What are you looking at?" It was all she could think to say. Half of her mind was in Rogue's room impaling Remy with a lamp and comforting her daughter. So she wasn't in her best form. She was also in the worst possible mood. She was sure she'd finally lost all hope of connecting with her children.
"A very sad woman. Let her go int he parking lot Jean. I"ll keep an eye on her." Logan said giving Mystique a look.
Out int ehparking lot Mystique almost bolted for her car. She hated the fact that this. . .animal, was closer to both her children than she was. The world hated her she decided. And the way eh kept following her was really pissing her off.
"Fine. I lost. Game over. Rogue will never go near me again. I'm gone." Mystique fumbled for her car keys, curisng herself for having such a large amount of keys int he first place. Logan moved to her car, leaning against the driver's side door.
"What do you want!" Mystique roared, fully prepared to rip his jugular vein out, and sort of wshing he'd grow another one, just so she could rip _it_ out too.
"I'm going to teach you how to be a good mommy."
***
Hope you all enjoyed!
Review!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith