Hey All!
I have review responses this time! Yeah for me!
J-Ha! I collect bad jokes, no prob beb. He's a comic character, but I doubt he'll make it into the movies anytime soon. And beside that, he's basically just a name. Glad you took the time to review! Sorry it to so damned long. I'm not at the top of my game now.
Riah Yaps-Not near enough people write about Rahne. I love her! She's rockin'. Anyway, glad you enjoyed it.
Eileen-Once again, listening to Come On Eileen. It's trippy. I'm once again my crazy chiperish self. Thanks for the spare happiness though. I could use it. All week double days for soccer. Bleagh. I'm just glad you're not allowed to use hands in soccer so I can type. I'm not getting up from this chair anytime soon. I think I'vet taken root. Heh, maybe I'll sprout something soon. Well, until I have hydrangeas growing out fo my ears, I'll remember about that spare happiness. Thanks for the review!
Ish-Ya gave me nothin' ta work with! But I'll give it my best. *stretchs* I'm stiff. Soccer practice. The second one too. I'm not going to be walking anytime soon. I gotta get myself to the comic book store too. Ug.
I'm glad you like the Rahne chapter. I think she has the coolest power of any of them. Her 'n' Pyro. And Storm, except she has to be clam to not bring a friggin' hurricane down around her ears.
Hey, speakin' of cool, have you seen Pirates of the Carribean? A triumph for men in make up. Jooooooohhnnnnyyyyy Deeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppppp. Too many 'p's. He was fun. And yummy. And he called Orlando Bloom a eunich. Much fun. Glad you reviewed! Oh, and if you wanna take a look at John's What! I've fixed the chapter three problem. Unless you already have. . .Well, it's probably about a week before I post this chapter so. . .Yeah. Thanks!
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Roberto was cruising the local mall, looking for a hat that wouldn't make him look stupid. Well, he was actually in the food court, munching on chips (which turned out to be fries. Who knew?) He'd actually spent very little time hat shopping. He'd run into Tabitha and John, and they'd dragged him to the food court. He had been a little annoyed at first, wanting to burn a hole in Xavier's pocket and get a really cool hat, maybe one like the one Rogue had worn that one time before that concert (An: reference to my friend's fic. It was a pimp hat, but a femaleish looking one).
Roberto looked at John warily. He was definitely the fire guy the older X-people had described to him. He looked kind of hot. It was summer, so John was in a plain white t-short under a satin-y red shirt with orage flames on it, and a pair of cargo khakies, which were held at his waist (AN: where pants should be, dammit!) by a leather belt with silver studs in it. Not that Roberto was looking of course.
"What are you doing with him Tabby? I kow you're into the bad boys, but. . ."
Tabitha cut him off witha slutty smirk. Roberot raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "On second thought, don't tell me."
John winked at the perturbed south american boy. "'Cmon, you gotta see _some_thing you like here." John motioned between himself and Tabitha.
Roberto never meant to smile at John like that. It was a physical freudian slip. Tabitha, of course, pounced on it like a starved feral cat on a wounded. . .hell, anything (AN: Feral cats are a breed of their own).
"Oh! You two would be so cute!" Tabitha squealed. John smiled at Roberto in a way that mimiced his own betraing facial expression. Roberto wanted to melt into the floor.
***
Kurt was actually enjoying the breeze that being hairless was affording him. Now that he'd taken care of his razor burn with some of Kitty's lotiony stuff (which made him smell kind of girl, but he didn't burn anymore., so he wasn't going to complain), Kurt was enjoying the reprieve from fur. He was running around London singing 'Eleanor Rigby' at the top of his lungs.
That is until he ran into a fuming Mystique talking to an almost equally ticked off Logan in an outdoor restaurant. The happy freedom had been weirded straight out of him. Kurt knew Logan knew that he knew this conversation was happening. The other man made no sign that he'd noticed Kurt, but there was no way Logan couldn't know about Kurt's presence. Kurt sucked up his inhibitions, wished he'd stayed in, adn went over to Logan and Mystique's table.
"Hello, Heir Logan. I was wondering-"
Logan would have smiled if he were anyone but the . . .hmmm. There is no thing for Canadans. There are Italion Stalions, Ragin' Cajuns, and a buncha others, but no Canadian things. Nothing rhymes. Hmmm. Wait, this isn't the place for that thought. Sorry.
Logan would have smiled at Kurt, had he been any other teacher. As it was, he lightened his frown and grunted, "Good. Sit."
Kurt sat, not at all likeing his position. In between Logan, scary enough, and Mystique. This was definitly not his day. He silently berated himself for getting out of bed at all, and wondered why this couldn't happen to Kitty or Jean occasionally.
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Okay. Rule number. . .whatever. Never, ever even joke about singin' 'Every Breath you Take.' I did that once, almost foun' m'self incapable of fatherin' children. It's about a stalker. An' if Rogue almos' immasculated me, I doan' wan' t' think about Wanda would do t' you right now."
Remy had sort of somehow gotten to all of his near mistakes. Todd was taking notes, and asking questions. The older man looked at Todd and felt a migrane coming on. It wasn't just the slightly annoying things he'd ask, but the smell the toad-boy was exuding was horrible. But it was getting better.
Todd had new clothes. Or at least clean, hole-free (AN: boo) clothes. Todd was also chewing enough Big Red to make even the most avid cinnamon lover swear of the wonderful spice forever. But Todd was still Todd. New packaging, same hopeless dork. Hopelessly in love, and hopeless in general.
'This stuff is tough. Well, most of it anway." Todd said, trying to get Remy back on some semblance of topic. This was stuff Todd wasn't nearly smooth enough to even think about it yet. But he was getting there. Like a glacier carving Great Lakes.
"But Wanda was nice to me, yo," Todd smiled at the memory of her not hexing him into something for looking at her. Then he frowned, remembering what Remy had told him, in a round about way, about his date with Rogue. "Well, nice for Wanda."
"See, y' makin' progress. Trust me, no woman, especially a slightly sadistic got' who's just a little over de edge will ever come 'round in one day." ['Less y' suddenly turn int' me.] Remy silently added with a smirk. He was trying to ignore the headache that was coming in like a storm. So, the focus was on how damn good he'd have to be to instruct the froggy one in the ways of the smooth talking ladies' man.
Todd was lost in his own thoughts. "Yeah, I know. Hey, can we take a break, yo? My writin' hand's kinda tired." To illustrate his point, Todd held up his right hand and shook it, as if tryign to revive it.
Remy was seriously considering thanking Todd for the suggestion. But Todd would take it the wrong way, so Remy pretended to think, while in his head he was counting how long he should look like he was thinking. "Let's call it a day. Y' got de basics. Which are. . ?"
Todd put his pad away and concentrated for a second. "Bathe, leave the flies alone until she leaves the room, never bring up blood, vampires, or anyhting like that if I ever want to sleep without having screaming nightmares again. And if worse comes to worse, an' I can't get her in a room alone with me, put in. . ." Todd stopped to think. Remy looked at him eagerly, praying he would get it on his own, so they could both be on their way.
"Oh yeah, any movie made off an Anne Rice novel." Todd said triumphantly. Remy smiled and inwardly sighed with relief.
"Good. I'll be seein' y' here tomorrow, right?"
Todd nodded happily. Almost as an afterthought, and because he was curious to know, Todd asked, "Are things really going that well with you and Rogue?"
Remy's huricane headache had finally hit. It was like being in the ring with an invisible boxer. So, he said whatever came out of his mouth, not even bothering to look over his shoulder. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever."
Todd couldn't help what came out of his mouth next.
"Um, she been having mommy troubles?"
Remy turned on the younger man and had him pinned against the nearby wall so fast if Todd hadn't been practiaclly spot welded to the bricks he would have lost his balance.
"I fin' out y' had anyt'in' t' do wit' Mystique's bein' at de hotel dis mornin' an' I'll-"
Todd tried to weasle his way out of the stronger man's grip. Instead he almost choked himself on his shirt collar. Todd finally manged to eek out, "Ijustnoticedshewasn'tinthehotelthismorningdon'tkillmeplease!"
Remy shook his head, putting his headahce off again. He let the other boy down and looked apologetic. "Sorry. It's jes'. . .nothin'."
Todd wondered if his teacher was dangerously bipolar, and why he never got to see the manically happy side of all this. Since staying quiet wasn't in Todd's bag of survival tricks, he tried to make his new found mentor feel better.
"It's okay. . .um, well, no, but. . .I get frustrated too sometimes."
Remy looked at his student, like he'd never seen him before. Todd got worried and hopped away. Not fast enough to provoke the already edgy Acadian (AN:Doesn't that sound like a rock band? Edgy Acadians? Hmmm), but faster than he would normally leave a fly infested alley.
Remy didn't want Todd to leave thinking that the next lesson would end in his untimely demise. And there was just enough time for one last peice of advice. "Hey Todd. Y' a good person. Show Wanda dat side of you."
Remy set off for the hotel. He was going to sleep like the dead. He felt he deserved it.
***
Rogue was still crapped out on her bed when someone knocked on the door. Thinking it was Ororo or Jean trying to make her feel better, Rogue remained silent.
A maid walked into the room, followed by her cart. Upon seeing Rogue on her bed, the maid almost ducked back out. But something stopped her. The maid, who, might I add, was a very hot and sexy woman, looked closely at Rogue.
"Hey! You're the one that was asleep with the guy in the lobby when the crazy woman cracked him in the head with a lamp."
Rogue gave the other woman a very evil look. The other woman, however, wasn't looking at Rogue, but the bathroom supply cupboard. "You two make such a cute couple."
This was unusual. Any other female Rogue had encountered had been insanely jelaouse of her for having such an amazingly hot guy.
"Excuse me?"
The maid stuck her head back out of the bathroom, holding a toilet brush. "Oh, I'm sorry. The hair. . .makes you stick out. So, if you don't mind my asking, he concussed? Have amnesia? In a coma?"
Rogue shook her head. This was kind of like someone trying out a plot for a soap opera.
"No, nothin' like that. Mah. . .best friend thinks he's satan incarnate an' tried ta kill him. But he's okay."
The woman put down the toilet brush and walked back into the room, picking up things and aranging them neatly.
"So you left him alone? Go after him."
Rogue was almost stunned at the woman's presumptiousness, but a nagging thing int he back of her head pointed out that she hadn't heard from Remy in a while, and Mystique could have done a hundred things to him by now.
With a confused look on her face, Rogue left her room. The maid finished the room, and neatly put an envelope marked 'Tips' on the dresser. It also had a caligraphed seven on the front. For the fail-safe advice the maid knew she'd get something.
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Next chapter, the mommy issues are semi-resolved. And someone gets beaked.
Good bye to Rosie, the queen of Corona, see you, me, and Julio REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
I have review responses this time! Yeah for me!
J-Ha! I collect bad jokes, no prob beb. He's a comic character, but I doubt he'll make it into the movies anytime soon. And beside that, he's basically just a name. Glad you took the time to review! Sorry it to so damned long. I'm not at the top of my game now.
Riah Yaps-Not near enough people write about Rahne. I love her! She's rockin'. Anyway, glad you enjoyed it.
Eileen-Once again, listening to Come On Eileen. It's trippy. I'm once again my crazy chiperish self. Thanks for the spare happiness though. I could use it. All week double days for soccer. Bleagh. I'm just glad you're not allowed to use hands in soccer so I can type. I'm not getting up from this chair anytime soon. I think I'vet taken root. Heh, maybe I'll sprout something soon. Well, until I have hydrangeas growing out fo my ears, I'll remember about that spare happiness. Thanks for the review!
Ish-Ya gave me nothin' ta work with! But I'll give it my best. *stretchs* I'm stiff. Soccer practice. The second one too. I'm not going to be walking anytime soon. I gotta get myself to the comic book store too. Ug.
I'm glad you like the Rahne chapter. I think she has the coolest power of any of them. Her 'n' Pyro. And Storm, except she has to be clam to not bring a friggin' hurricane down around her ears.
Hey, speakin' of cool, have you seen Pirates of the Carribean? A triumph for men in make up. Jooooooohhnnnnyyyyy Deeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppppp. Too many 'p's. He was fun. And yummy. And he called Orlando Bloom a eunich. Much fun. Glad you reviewed! Oh, and if you wanna take a look at John's What! I've fixed the chapter three problem. Unless you already have. . .Well, it's probably about a week before I post this chapter so. . .Yeah. Thanks!
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Roberto was cruising the local mall, looking for a hat that wouldn't make him look stupid. Well, he was actually in the food court, munching on chips (which turned out to be fries. Who knew?) He'd actually spent very little time hat shopping. He'd run into Tabitha and John, and they'd dragged him to the food court. He had been a little annoyed at first, wanting to burn a hole in Xavier's pocket and get a really cool hat, maybe one like the one Rogue had worn that one time before that concert (An: reference to my friend's fic. It was a pimp hat, but a femaleish looking one).
Roberto looked at John warily. He was definitely the fire guy the older X-people had described to him. He looked kind of hot. It was summer, so John was in a plain white t-short under a satin-y red shirt with orage flames on it, and a pair of cargo khakies, which were held at his waist (AN: where pants should be, dammit!) by a leather belt with silver studs in it. Not that Roberto was looking of course.
"What are you doing with him Tabby? I kow you're into the bad boys, but. . ."
Tabitha cut him off witha slutty smirk. Roberot raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "On second thought, don't tell me."
John winked at the perturbed south american boy. "'Cmon, you gotta see _some_thing you like here." John motioned between himself and Tabitha.
Roberto never meant to smile at John like that. It was a physical freudian slip. Tabitha, of course, pounced on it like a starved feral cat on a wounded. . .hell, anything (AN: Feral cats are a breed of their own).
"Oh! You two would be so cute!" Tabitha squealed. John smiled at Roberto in a way that mimiced his own betraing facial expression. Roberto wanted to melt into the floor.
***
Kurt was actually enjoying the breeze that being hairless was affording him. Now that he'd taken care of his razor burn with some of Kitty's lotiony stuff (which made him smell kind of girl, but he didn't burn anymore., so he wasn't going to complain), Kurt was enjoying the reprieve from fur. He was running around London singing 'Eleanor Rigby' at the top of his lungs.
That is until he ran into a fuming Mystique talking to an almost equally ticked off Logan in an outdoor restaurant. The happy freedom had been weirded straight out of him. Kurt knew Logan knew that he knew this conversation was happening. The other man made no sign that he'd noticed Kurt, but there was no way Logan couldn't know about Kurt's presence. Kurt sucked up his inhibitions, wished he'd stayed in, adn went over to Logan and Mystique's table.
"Hello, Heir Logan. I was wondering-"
Logan would have smiled if he were anyone but the . . .hmmm. There is no thing for Canadans. There are Italion Stalions, Ragin' Cajuns, and a buncha others, but no Canadian things. Nothing rhymes. Hmmm. Wait, this isn't the place for that thought. Sorry.
Logan would have smiled at Kurt, had he been any other teacher. As it was, he lightened his frown and grunted, "Good. Sit."
Kurt sat, not at all likeing his position. In between Logan, scary enough, and Mystique. This was definitly not his day. He silently berated himself for getting out of bed at all, and wondered why this couldn't happen to Kitty or Jean occasionally.
***
Okay. Rule number. . .whatever. Never, ever even joke about singin' 'Every Breath you Take.' I did that once, almost foun' m'self incapable of fatherin' children. It's about a stalker. An' if Rogue almos' immasculated me, I doan' wan' t' think about Wanda would do t' you right now."
Remy had sort of somehow gotten to all of his near mistakes. Todd was taking notes, and asking questions. The older man looked at Todd and felt a migrane coming on. It wasn't just the slightly annoying things he'd ask, but the smell the toad-boy was exuding was horrible. But it was getting better.
Todd had new clothes. Or at least clean, hole-free (AN: boo) clothes. Todd was also chewing enough Big Red to make even the most avid cinnamon lover swear of the wonderful spice forever. But Todd was still Todd. New packaging, same hopeless dork. Hopelessly in love, and hopeless in general.
'This stuff is tough. Well, most of it anway." Todd said, trying to get Remy back on some semblance of topic. This was stuff Todd wasn't nearly smooth enough to even think about it yet. But he was getting there. Like a glacier carving Great Lakes.
"But Wanda was nice to me, yo," Todd smiled at the memory of her not hexing him into something for looking at her. Then he frowned, remembering what Remy had told him, in a round about way, about his date with Rogue. "Well, nice for Wanda."
"See, y' makin' progress. Trust me, no woman, especially a slightly sadistic got' who's just a little over de edge will ever come 'round in one day." ['Less y' suddenly turn int' me.] Remy silently added with a smirk. He was trying to ignore the headache that was coming in like a storm. So, the focus was on how damn good he'd have to be to instruct the froggy one in the ways of the smooth talking ladies' man.
Todd was lost in his own thoughts. "Yeah, I know. Hey, can we take a break, yo? My writin' hand's kinda tired." To illustrate his point, Todd held up his right hand and shook it, as if tryign to revive it.
Remy was seriously considering thanking Todd for the suggestion. But Todd would take it the wrong way, so Remy pretended to think, while in his head he was counting how long he should look like he was thinking. "Let's call it a day. Y' got de basics. Which are. . ?"
Todd put his pad away and concentrated for a second. "Bathe, leave the flies alone until she leaves the room, never bring up blood, vampires, or anyhting like that if I ever want to sleep without having screaming nightmares again. And if worse comes to worse, an' I can't get her in a room alone with me, put in. . ." Todd stopped to think. Remy looked at him eagerly, praying he would get it on his own, so they could both be on their way.
"Oh yeah, any movie made off an Anne Rice novel." Todd said triumphantly. Remy smiled and inwardly sighed with relief.
"Good. I'll be seein' y' here tomorrow, right?"
Todd nodded happily. Almost as an afterthought, and because he was curious to know, Todd asked, "Are things really going that well with you and Rogue?"
Remy's huricane headache had finally hit. It was like being in the ring with an invisible boxer. So, he said whatever came out of his mouth, not even bothering to look over his shoulder. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever."
Todd couldn't help what came out of his mouth next.
"Um, she been having mommy troubles?"
Remy turned on the younger man and had him pinned against the nearby wall so fast if Todd hadn't been practiaclly spot welded to the bricks he would have lost his balance.
"I fin' out y' had anyt'in' t' do wit' Mystique's bein' at de hotel dis mornin' an' I'll-"
Todd tried to weasle his way out of the stronger man's grip. Instead he almost choked himself on his shirt collar. Todd finally manged to eek out, "Ijustnoticedshewasn'tinthehotelthismorningdon'tkillmeplease!"
Remy shook his head, putting his headahce off again. He let the other boy down and looked apologetic. "Sorry. It's jes'. . .nothin'."
Todd wondered if his teacher was dangerously bipolar, and why he never got to see the manically happy side of all this. Since staying quiet wasn't in Todd's bag of survival tricks, he tried to make his new found mentor feel better.
"It's okay. . .um, well, no, but. . .I get frustrated too sometimes."
Remy looked at his student, like he'd never seen him before. Todd got worried and hopped away. Not fast enough to provoke the already edgy Acadian (AN:Doesn't that sound like a rock band? Edgy Acadians? Hmmm), but faster than he would normally leave a fly infested alley.
Remy didn't want Todd to leave thinking that the next lesson would end in his untimely demise. And there was just enough time for one last peice of advice. "Hey Todd. Y' a good person. Show Wanda dat side of you."
Remy set off for the hotel. He was going to sleep like the dead. He felt he deserved it.
***
Rogue was still crapped out on her bed when someone knocked on the door. Thinking it was Ororo or Jean trying to make her feel better, Rogue remained silent.
A maid walked into the room, followed by her cart. Upon seeing Rogue on her bed, the maid almost ducked back out. But something stopped her. The maid, who, might I add, was a very hot and sexy woman, looked closely at Rogue.
"Hey! You're the one that was asleep with the guy in the lobby when the crazy woman cracked him in the head with a lamp."
Rogue gave the other woman a very evil look. The other woman, however, wasn't looking at Rogue, but the bathroom supply cupboard. "You two make such a cute couple."
This was unusual. Any other female Rogue had encountered had been insanely jelaouse of her for having such an amazingly hot guy.
"Excuse me?"
The maid stuck her head back out of the bathroom, holding a toilet brush. "Oh, I'm sorry. The hair. . .makes you stick out. So, if you don't mind my asking, he concussed? Have amnesia? In a coma?"
Rogue shook her head. This was kind of like someone trying out a plot for a soap opera.
"No, nothin' like that. Mah. . .best friend thinks he's satan incarnate an' tried ta kill him. But he's okay."
The woman put down the toilet brush and walked back into the room, picking up things and aranging them neatly.
"So you left him alone? Go after him."
Rogue was almost stunned at the woman's presumptiousness, but a nagging thing int he back of her head pointed out that she hadn't heard from Remy in a while, and Mystique could have done a hundred things to him by now.
With a confused look on her face, Rogue left her room. The maid finished the room, and neatly put an envelope marked 'Tips' on the dresser. It also had a caligraphed seven on the front. For the fail-safe advice the maid knew she'd get something.
***
Next chapter, the mommy issues are semi-resolved. And someone gets beaked.
Good bye to Rosie, the queen of Corona, see you, me, and Julio REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith