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I have officially had it with ff.net. This would have come out a full weeka go if not for the fact I couldn't upload. So, I am now posting my fics in different place. I will finish the sous here, and probably post everything here as well, but the link in my author's page will give you tha site that has become my new first priority. Also, the revised earlier SouS stories will be there.
I'd also like to thank Lyrit for helping me through my crisis. Read her story the Mutant Journals. Es muy bien!
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Rogue LeBeau-I was refering to the rampant screaming Rogue does in the last chapter. She literally screams her voice away. Seemed to me like Banshee had competition. And yes, Sean Cassidey is still in Scotland with Moira and the prof.
Ish-I'm not on crack. Fire, maybe. But not crack. As for the universe, it's totally the SOUS universe. Black becomes off white, up becomes sort of down, left starts turning more toward the right, the peanut butter tastes kinda like jelly. And yes, Remy will comfort Rogue. Duh. Oh, and an unexpected twist comes sort of from this later. I get some more BoM action in.
Disclaimer
Hey, guess what, I'm not bothering witht his anymore. You know I own nada.
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Rogue didn't hear the knock on her door. Remy decided that she'd been alone long enough. He'd stood outside her door while she screamed, not wanting to go deaf or get a table thrown at him. But Rogue was dead silent now. He tried to get a feel for her emotions, but they were too mixed up and there were too many to make heads or tails of them. So he opened her door. He briefly wondered if he should tell the hotel people they had gotten gyped by the people who installed the locks.
Rogue was lying on her back on her bed, staring at the ceiling, no emotion at all on her face. Remy wondered how she would react to him being in there. He really hoped Rogue wouldn't be mad at him for trying to help. She could be like that sometimes.
Rogue looked over at Remy and motioned for him to sit down next to her. Which he did. He looked down at Rogue, who looked like she had been sort of crying. Not enough to make her eyes look puffy and sore, but enough that her eyeliner was ruined.
"Y' upset." He felt like an idiot, but Rogue was conspicously silent. He got a little more worried when she didn't make a sarcastic remark about wat he'd said. All she did was nod.
He tried to wipe a little of the eyeliner mess away, but Rogue smacked his hand. None too lightly either.
"Y' doan wan' t' be touched."
Once again Rogue nodded. Remy got it then. "Y' screaed your voice away." Rogue nodded and looked at Remy expectantly. He knew what she expected but couldn't help. "I doan know what t' say."
Rogue looked past him. Her emotions were clearing up, and she was feeling very hurt. He wanted to hug her, to do something to make her feel better. He looked down when he heard her try to talk. He almost couldn't hear her. "Me either."
Remy felt horrible. He hated seeing Rogue so vulnerable. He'd caught her crying, and the whole 'My mom was posing as my best friend thing' was probably eating her up inside. So he felt bad for her, and with her.
"'M sorry chere. Not de bes' way t' start de day."
Rogue shrugged. She rapsed out a sigh like concrete and pushed her hair away from her face. Remy smoothed it back, wondering if Mystique would come bursting through the door any second. It would definitly be like her.
"Y' gon' be okay?"
Rogue didn't respond right away, and Remy had a tiny panic attack. She was already really hard to reach, if this pushed her over the edge. . .Rogue might not be able to cope. He didn't know if he could handle that.
"Y' hear me?" He asked. Rogue heard how worried he was, and looked at him again. She saw the half worry half fear in his face and once again forced her aching vocals to respond. She wished se had somehting to tell him.
"Thinkin'," was her well thought out response. She watched most of the worry melt away and was happy for the small favor. There was no point in him being worried about her. She would survive this like everythign else.
Remy nodded, now not quite as worried, but he wasn't exactly relieved either. But he would live with her answer for the time being. He didn't think he'd answer any differently.
"Guess I can' blame y'." He leaned down so he was laying next to her. Rogue didn't move. Which was probably a good thing. She usually let him move closer. But if she wasn't in the mood for human companionship she would move or get up and leave. So she wasn't pushing him away, but wasn't looking for him to comfort her either. Therefore, Rogue was still herself.
"Mebe y' should try t' understand her."
Rogue looked at him. Remy tried to divine her reaction to his idea, but couldn't begin to place her emotions. She had about twelve alone in her eyes. But eventually her eyes clouded over, and he figured she was thinking over what he'd said. They were quite for a minute while Rogue pondered Remy's advice. Finally she found enough voice to say, "'S hard."
"I know chere." Remy decided this would be the time to leave Rogue alone with her thoughts. She didn't seem to be suicidal or anit-social, so she would probably be okay. But she would need time alone. He almost got up to leave, but Rogue grabbed his shirt. Remy lay down next to her again. She gave him an attempt at at smile.
"Thanks." Remy put a gloved hand on her lips.
"Shh. Y' welcome. Doan hurt y' voice talking to me."
Rogue gave him a better attempt at a smile and kissed his chest where she'd grabbed his shirt, since it was the closest thing to her. Remy kissed the top of her head. He put his arms around her, and they stayed like that for a minute or two. Remy could feel Rogue slowly falling asleep. Not wanting to wake her if she feel asleep in his arms, Remy let go of her; and sat next to her until she went to sleep.
Not that he wanted to leave her. He really wanted to stay and make sure she was still okay when she woke up. But if he was caught by the adults in her room, it would add insult to injury, and neither of them needed that. He went to his room and changed his clothes. While Rogue was exhausted from everything, Remy was wide awake. Which comforted him, since he would probably be sleepy if he had a concussion. He carefully combed his hair, before abandoning it because of the large knot on his head.
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Tabitha had hit the mall early that day. She was a kleptomaniac, and she had two weeks of almost risk free shoplifting to do. The whole different country thing was cool, but store cameras that had never seen Tabitha was even better. Currently she was checking out women's underwear, standing in the aisle, leaning her elbows on the edge of the bin, giving anyone who cared to look a good view of her tiger striped panties.
The pair of underwear Tabtitha was currently contemplating had the words 'Bow Down' written above the crotch. Suddenly she grew two more arms, which grabbed a red vinyl thong, with a zipper in the front.
"I like these." Tabtitha tunred around in the man's arms to come face to face with St. John.
"What are you doin' in Engalnd?" Tabitha asked him, flirtling wickedly. He was cute, she was horney; it made sense at the time.
"Mystique's stalkin' you guys. Look in your bushes tonight, she'll be there. Be careful what you throw away, she's probably in your garbage too."
Tabitha laughed. A low sultry laugh. John smiled at her wickedly. She returned the favor.
"Screw the underwear, let's grab some food." Tabitha said, dragging the very interrested Aussie to the food court.
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Remy was wandering around some random tourist thingy. He was watching all the toursits, not really paying attention to the attractions. His actions can be justified if you realize old habits die hard. So he coldn't be blamed for watching the tourists like a cat with a mouse. But he was also keeping himself mostly in check. [Okay, you can do this. If Logan smells someone else on y' money. . .could say I got change. . . NO! Hands in pockets. . .y' own pockets!]
So Remy wsa desperate to find something to take his mind of tourists and their oh too accesible money.
Speaking of desprate, Toddw as there with Wanda. When Remy realized this he watched the two like a hawk. He could at least track the brotherhood for a little excitement. Not to mention Todd would probably do something, like pick pockets, that Remy could 'talk' to him about.
Remy noticed that Todd was striking out really badly. So, the still reforming thief decided to help the lovelorn frog boy change his image for _his_ goth goddess.
"C'mon snuckums you can't ignore me forever. Oh please look at me."
Remy winced, almost in physical pain at how badly Todd was doing. He walked over to the poor boy and dragged him into a near by alley, stopping any cries for help (which would have been ignored anyway) by putting his hand over Todd's mouth. Rmey almost instantly regretted this, but didn't let go of Todd until they were out of Wanda's earshot.
Todd looked at Remy in fear. the last time they'd been this close he'd threatened to splatter Todd all over the walls. Not something you forget easily. "W-what do you want?" Todd tried to sound brave, and did manage to not sound like he was going to pee his pants at any second.
"Y' wan' Wanda t' pay attention t' you? Rule number one: Never, _ever_ beg 'less dere's a knife t' y' throat, or y' royally screwed up, or it's jes' dat time of month." Remy said, sitting down on a milk crate. This would occupy most of his mental facilities he was sure. Like trying to teach Lance when not use a pun, or trying to teach Pietro humility.
Todd looked at Remy, astonished. Was this guy who'd threatened to kill him actually going to teach him how to make Wanda want him back? "You're gonna help me?"
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Panther Nesmith
I have officially had it with ff.net. This would have come out a full weeka go if not for the fact I couldn't upload. So, I am now posting my fics in different place. I will finish the sous here, and probably post everything here as well, but the link in my author's page will give you tha site that has become my new first priority. Also, the revised earlier SouS stories will be there.
I'd also like to thank Lyrit for helping me through my crisis. Read her story the Mutant Journals. Es muy bien!
Reviews
Rogue LeBeau-I was refering to the rampant screaming Rogue does in the last chapter. She literally screams her voice away. Seemed to me like Banshee had competition. And yes, Sean Cassidey is still in Scotland with Moira and the prof.
Ish-I'm not on crack. Fire, maybe. But not crack. As for the universe, it's totally the SOUS universe. Black becomes off white, up becomes sort of down, left starts turning more toward the right, the peanut butter tastes kinda like jelly. And yes, Remy will comfort Rogue. Duh. Oh, and an unexpected twist comes sort of from this later. I get some more BoM action in.
Disclaimer
Hey, guess what, I'm not bothering witht his anymore. You know I own nada.
***
Rogue didn't hear the knock on her door. Remy decided that she'd been alone long enough. He'd stood outside her door while she screamed, not wanting to go deaf or get a table thrown at him. But Rogue was dead silent now. He tried to get a feel for her emotions, but they were too mixed up and there were too many to make heads or tails of them. So he opened her door. He briefly wondered if he should tell the hotel people they had gotten gyped by the people who installed the locks.
Rogue was lying on her back on her bed, staring at the ceiling, no emotion at all on her face. Remy wondered how she would react to him being in there. He really hoped Rogue wouldn't be mad at him for trying to help. She could be like that sometimes.
Rogue looked over at Remy and motioned for him to sit down next to her. Which he did. He looked down at Rogue, who looked like she had been sort of crying. Not enough to make her eyes look puffy and sore, but enough that her eyeliner was ruined.
"Y' upset." He felt like an idiot, but Rogue was conspicously silent. He got a little more worried when she didn't make a sarcastic remark about wat he'd said. All she did was nod.
He tried to wipe a little of the eyeliner mess away, but Rogue smacked his hand. None too lightly either.
"Y' doan wan' t' be touched."
Once again Rogue nodded. Remy got it then. "Y' screaed your voice away." Rogue nodded and looked at Remy expectantly. He knew what she expected but couldn't help. "I doan know what t' say."
Rogue looked past him. Her emotions were clearing up, and she was feeling very hurt. He wanted to hug her, to do something to make her feel better. He looked down when he heard her try to talk. He almost couldn't hear her. "Me either."
Remy felt horrible. He hated seeing Rogue so vulnerable. He'd caught her crying, and the whole 'My mom was posing as my best friend thing' was probably eating her up inside. So he felt bad for her, and with her.
"'M sorry chere. Not de bes' way t' start de day."
Rogue shrugged. She rapsed out a sigh like concrete and pushed her hair away from her face. Remy smoothed it back, wondering if Mystique would come bursting through the door any second. It would definitly be like her.
"Y' gon' be okay?"
Rogue didn't respond right away, and Remy had a tiny panic attack. She was already really hard to reach, if this pushed her over the edge. . .Rogue might not be able to cope. He didn't know if he could handle that.
"Y' hear me?" He asked. Rogue heard how worried he was, and looked at him again. She saw the half worry half fear in his face and once again forced her aching vocals to respond. She wished se had somehting to tell him.
"Thinkin'," was her well thought out response. She watched most of the worry melt away and was happy for the small favor. There was no point in him being worried about her. She would survive this like everythign else.
Remy nodded, now not quite as worried, but he wasn't exactly relieved either. But he would live with her answer for the time being. He didn't think he'd answer any differently.
"Guess I can' blame y'." He leaned down so he was laying next to her. Rogue didn't move. Which was probably a good thing. She usually let him move closer. But if she wasn't in the mood for human companionship she would move or get up and leave. So she wasn't pushing him away, but wasn't looking for him to comfort her either. Therefore, Rogue was still herself.
"Mebe y' should try t' understand her."
Rogue looked at him. Remy tried to divine her reaction to his idea, but couldn't begin to place her emotions. She had about twelve alone in her eyes. But eventually her eyes clouded over, and he figured she was thinking over what he'd said. They were quite for a minute while Rogue pondered Remy's advice. Finally she found enough voice to say, "'S hard."
"I know chere." Remy decided this would be the time to leave Rogue alone with her thoughts. She didn't seem to be suicidal or anit-social, so she would probably be okay. But she would need time alone. He almost got up to leave, but Rogue grabbed his shirt. Remy lay down next to her again. She gave him an attempt at at smile.
"Thanks." Remy put a gloved hand on her lips.
"Shh. Y' welcome. Doan hurt y' voice talking to me."
Rogue gave him a better attempt at a smile and kissed his chest where she'd grabbed his shirt, since it was the closest thing to her. Remy kissed the top of her head. He put his arms around her, and they stayed like that for a minute or two. Remy could feel Rogue slowly falling asleep. Not wanting to wake her if she feel asleep in his arms, Remy let go of her; and sat next to her until she went to sleep.
Not that he wanted to leave her. He really wanted to stay and make sure she was still okay when she woke up. But if he was caught by the adults in her room, it would add insult to injury, and neither of them needed that. He went to his room and changed his clothes. While Rogue was exhausted from everything, Remy was wide awake. Which comforted him, since he would probably be sleepy if he had a concussion. He carefully combed his hair, before abandoning it because of the large knot on his head.
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Tabitha had hit the mall early that day. She was a kleptomaniac, and she had two weeks of almost risk free shoplifting to do. The whole different country thing was cool, but store cameras that had never seen Tabitha was even better. Currently she was checking out women's underwear, standing in the aisle, leaning her elbows on the edge of the bin, giving anyone who cared to look a good view of her tiger striped panties.
The pair of underwear Tabtitha was currently contemplating had the words 'Bow Down' written above the crotch. Suddenly she grew two more arms, which grabbed a red vinyl thong, with a zipper in the front.
"I like these." Tabtitha tunred around in the man's arms to come face to face with St. John.
"What are you doin' in Engalnd?" Tabitha asked him, flirtling wickedly. He was cute, she was horney; it made sense at the time.
"Mystique's stalkin' you guys. Look in your bushes tonight, she'll be there. Be careful what you throw away, she's probably in your garbage too."
Tabitha laughed. A low sultry laugh. John smiled at her wickedly. She returned the favor.
"Screw the underwear, let's grab some food." Tabitha said, dragging the very interrested Aussie to the food court.
---
Remy was wandering around some random tourist thingy. He was watching all the toursits, not really paying attention to the attractions. His actions can be justified if you realize old habits die hard. So he coldn't be blamed for watching the tourists like a cat with a mouse. But he was also keeping himself mostly in check. [Okay, you can do this. If Logan smells someone else on y' money. . .could say I got change. . . NO! Hands in pockets. . .y' own pockets!]
So Remy wsa desperate to find something to take his mind of tourists and their oh too accesible money.
Speaking of desprate, Toddw as there with Wanda. When Remy realized this he watched the two like a hawk. He could at least track the brotherhood for a little excitement. Not to mention Todd would probably do something, like pick pockets, that Remy could 'talk' to him about.
Remy noticed that Todd was striking out really badly. So, the still reforming thief decided to help the lovelorn frog boy change his image for _his_ goth goddess.
"C'mon snuckums you can't ignore me forever. Oh please look at me."
Remy winced, almost in physical pain at how badly Todd was doing. He walked over to the poor boy and dragged him into a near by alley, stopping any cries for help (which would have been ignored anyway) by putting his hand over Todd's mouth. Rmey almost instantly regretted this, but didn't let go of Todd until they were out of Wanda's earshot.
Todd looked at Remy in fear. the last time they'd been this close he'd threatened to splatter Todd all over the walls. Not something you forget easily. "W-what do you want?" Todd tried to sound brave, and did manage to not sound like he was going to pee his pants at any second.
"Y' wan' Wanda t' pay attention t' you? Rule number one: Never, _ever_ beg 'less dere's a knife t' y' throat, or y' royally screwed up, or it's jes' dat time of month." Remy said, sitting down on a milk crate. This would occupy most of his mental facilities he was sure. Like trying to teach Lance when not use a pun, or trying to teach Pietro humility.
Todd looked at Remy, astonished. Was this guy who'd threatened to kill him actually going to teach him how to make Wanda want him back? "You're gonna help me?"
***
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