Hey all!
Since I'm being bad about updates, I'm giving you a bit of good news prematurely. I had planned for an author's note at the end but. . .
I told you this was going to be the last Sous. I lied. Unintentionally, of course. I already have the next one written out. Yeah. And I'm starting on a sixth one. WHY WON'T IT DIE! I swear, this fic is like the Jean Grey of my stories. Hmm. Wonder which one is the Scott. Hmmmm. Any ideas anyone?
Reviews!
Ish-No craziness? Awww. I'm glad you liked my skanky drag queen reference. No time to give you the long review response I'd like to. School's killing me. Bleagh.
Seven-Yeah. The entire point of the first fic (well, beside the Romy) was to establish Rogue, Pietro, Kurt, and Wanda as sibs. I just didn't need to meniton it again until now. On another note, have you ever had one of those stories that won't die? I think the Sous (it's a noun now. Sheesh) has become one of them. I tried to end it, but the damn thing won't comply. And it's getting raunchier. I'm scared. Next I'll be writing full out smut, and I'm afraid of the plot devices I'll sink to in order to do it. I may have her magically able to touhc him, and that would scare me. I'd have to shoot myself. And I'd have to buy a gun, which I don't have the money for. *sigh*
Soul selling is a littel romantic. . .but no, I've already got my plot device ready for the next fic. Mwhahahahahaha! Anyway, I just put you in where ever I can. You're going to end up in America some how. Hmmm. Who cares how? Maybe you'll get to talk again, I'm not sure. We'll see. Anyway, thanks for the review!
Jean etc.-Glad you like it!
Eileen-You can work in Satanic intrevention, can't you? I'm sure. I mean, c'mon, he's everywhere. He'd need to equal out god, so the devil is everywhere and can read us just as much as God. Weird what you can imply if you think the wrong way. *grin* But anyway. . .sorry for the late update. I'm too lazy for my own good.
Yumi_k_o-Sorry beb. I wasn't thinking straight. . .there's fluff (sorta, in the beginning) so you'll feel loved. Thanks for the review!
Ev1ta-Short and sweet. Thanks for the review!
Chaos-You had to wait that long? Well, my brother's the devil, so I get pretty quick service. Heh. He's got my soul, and my first born child. But hey, I gave Bill Gates AIDS, so I'm okay with it. I hope by now you've seen X2. Thanks for the review!
Sphinx chick-Awww. Would you like to flirt with Pyro a bit? I can even have him kiss you. . .but beyond that isn't gonna work. Band camp? Cool. My friend's in band, and she had some really evil ideas ewhen she got back. In fact, the start of the sixth sous came from a band camp plot bunny.
***
Rogue was still on Remy's dresser. Remy was in between her legs, practically pressing up against her (AN: dirty minds!). They were still kissing. Rogue's hands were running over his chest and shoulders. Remy's hands were pulling Rogue closer to him. He'd become something like human quicksand (AN: so many jokes *clamps mouth shut*).
That is until Ororo knocked on the door. Rogue broke the kiss and motioned toward the distraction. She looked pretty vexed about this interuption. Remy wasn't too pleased himself. He grumbled about the door on his way to answer it.
Ororo looked in on the mildly disheveled Rogue and Remy. "I believe you two should come down to the pool. And straighten yourselves up a bit before hand." Her voice was neutral, but you could almost hear a twinge of amusment in her voice.
Rogue sighed and slid off of Remy's dresser. Remy watched this like a cat watches his master open a cat of Whiskas. He would have licked his lips and rubbed up against her leg, but he knew Rogue would definitly kill him for that. They weren't that close. Yet.
With these mildly amusing thoughts running through his head, Remy headed off to the pool room with Rogue, who was nervous about being punished for her pranks. Even if they had deserved it. She knew she wouldn't say she was sorry, that was damn sure.
---
The pool room had somehow been emptied of all non-mutants in the hotel; beside a rather familliar maid in the corner, talking to a couple of life guards, one with a distinct Canadian accent, the other causing random chaos where ever she could, both were talking about RABID (AN: Woot to my fan girls! And the sexy maid).
The X-men were all in the pool room as well, and not all dressed for swimming, which no one was doing. They were talking instead. Oh boy were they talking.
The sound reminded Rogue of those Discovery specials about bees, where they'd have the buzzing always in the background, slowly engraining it in your ears, so a few minutes later you're sure you can still hear the buzzing. It was that annoying when it was man made, as the three late-comers discovered. The noise continued, but Rogue and Remy started picking up bits of the conversation.
"I hear they had an orgy on the roof of the hotel! Jean t.k.ed that flock of punk girls we saw earlier up there."
"I thought they were on top of Big Ben, and Rogue tied Remy to the hour hand before just going at him!"
"They had about fifty other people up there, why would Rogue go with just Remy?"
Rogue grabbed the closest gossiper. It was Sam, who was merely listening. He didn't really care, but hey, it beat watching the news with Hank. He took one look at the angry goth glaring holes through him and silently prayed. Mostly for a quick death.
"What tha hell?" Rogue practically growled, making Sam wish he'd just stayed in Kentucky. Jamie broke Rogue grip and looked reproachfuly at the goth.
"Rogue, are they tellin' the truth?"
"No Jamie. Ah didn't have an orgy with Jean an' Remy anywhere. An' definitly not with that pack a' skanky punk girls."
Remy shifted, slightly guiltily behind her. No one noticed but a rather interrested Jamie clone near the back.
"No. I mean, are you and Remy really. . .you know. . .um. . .gonna-have-a-kid-and-leave-me-alone-with-no-older-kids-to-talk-to?"
Rogue shook her head, still mad as hell. However, Jamie had distracted enough that Sam writed out of grip. Which was fortunate for him, as Wanda chose the second after he got free to burst into the pool room, furious.
"ROGUE! You have soiled the name of goths everywhere. WE ARE NTO ALL SATAN WORSHIPERS!"
Rogue took a little time out of being mad as all get out to be utterly confused.
"Huh?"
"YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL TO F*** THAT BARELY LITERATE WANNABE FRENCH HICK!"
Remy had been mildly amused, and very irked at the gossip before. The satanic intervention rumor had been fun for about two seconds. But this was too much for even him to take. Time to stand up for his own honor.
"I am not stupid! I finished high school, I can speak in, an' read, two languages fluently; 'n' I'll bet you doan know shit abou' half de stuff I been doin' since I was four. So y' can piss off."
Wanda utterly ignored him. But she ignored him in such a way that he knew, if she felt like it, she would rip hhis lungs out for telling her to piss off, should te need present itself. He secretly hoped it would. Then he could fight her and actually gfet to do soemthing with his anger instead of packing it all inside because she was female and therefore, due to his deeply engrained chivalraic code, only to be attacked when it was in self-defense. He secretly wished he was at the institute so he would have soemthing to hit that he wouldn't have to pay for.
Rogue, however, was utterly floored. Not just mad, although she was, but utterly shocked. Not by Remy's reading ability. She knew what a smart guy eh really was, once you got past the one track mind and sexual innuendo so thick you had to have jack hammer (AN: my phalic symbol of choice). How would Wanda first of all even know about her and Remy?
"How the hell did ya. . .AGH! Mystique has no room ta talk when it comes ta not havin' sex! Good Lord, she even did Sabretooth, an' Ah doubt his momma could look at him fo' too long."
"Actually," a very icy voice from one of the Jamies piped up. "I was extremely drunk. Adnd Sabretooth had better hygene then."
The Jamie morphed into Mystique, which greatly relieved all the X-men present.
"Ah didn't have sex with him!" Rogue yelled, really REALLY not liking where this was headed.
"Of course not. He was probably off having sex with a maid-"
"Actually," yet another voice from the back piped up. this one belong to. . .yep, you guessed it, the hot sexy maid. "The maid staff is primarily male. And straight. Or ugly. And we get fired if we mess with the guests."
Mystique gave her an evil stare. The life guards, who were also very sexy, but in a cool, 'I can kick your arse without smudging my eyeliner' kind of way, stepped in front of the maid, obviously protecting her. Mystique rolled her eyes and let it drop.
Rogue looked over at the familiar maid. She made a note to give her a _large_ tip.
Mystique turned to her errant daughter. "Rogue-"
Hank chose that moment to burst in. "Oh, What are. . .never mind. I think all of you should come watch this press conference with me."
So, after a little balking, and many evil looks between Remy and Wanda, they trouped to the conference room. Everyone. Even Mystique and Wanda, who oibviously had nothing better to do anyway.
The professor was on t.v. He was being grilled by reporters, in front of a public crowd, about mutant rights.
"Mr. Xavier, how do you know mutants aren't dangerous? We have clips of them, in your own city, destroying a building, among other things, like stealing a grenade."
The professor leaned forward to the microphone on his mini-podium. "I believe that, like all things, mutant powers can be used for rigth or wrong. Hating these people will make the choice to do wrong much easier to make. The thing they are fighting is called a sentinel, and it would have destroyed them, had they not protected themselves."
"There is speculation that you are trying to treat mutants. Especially ones with incredibly destructive powers. Why?"
"Ordinary psycologists will not help them. Many of my paitents may very well have commited suicide with out my help."
There was a loud snort from Rogue. It was largely ignored, except by Remy, who gave her smile that clearly said if he weren't so mad at her sister and mother he'd have laughed.
"The time's almost up, so one more question, Mr. Xavier. Why choose to help mutants?"
"I see in the struggle for mutant equality the civil rights struggle of the sixties, or the ban on Irish immigrants during the potato famine."
"Or the former plight of homosexuals," Roberto muttered to no one but himself.
"Thank you for the time gentelmen. Now my colleague, Dr. MacTaggert." Xavier announced, before wheeling off.
This is when people stopped paying attention. Hank swiched the t.v. off while the room buzzed again. But this time sex was not the topic. For the first,a nd probably last, time.
"No one tried to lynch him." Some one pointed out.
"Wow, that went really well," another agreed.
Raven looked over at Wanda and shrugged.
"He's not such a bad old dreamer." Raven said, with a bit of disgust.
Wanda looked thoughtful. Agreding with Mystique went agianst alls he stood for, but if she was right, just this once. . . "He's a liar, but everyone else seems not to notice." Wanda conceeded.
Raven decided to go right for the point. "So, there anyway we can hate him, but still get benefits from his little speech?"
"Blame our childhoods." Wanda said.
Raven couldn't believe she was agreeing with one fourth of the most mesed up family, beside her own, she knew of. "Good idea. Chalk up a small victory and leave before we get invited to celebratory dinner." Raven agreed. Abd so both misadrogens left, without further mention of Rogue's make-believe indiscretions.
***
Yeah, this is never gonna end. Ah well. Review!
I want youto want me, I need you to need me, I'm beggin' you to beg me, I'd love you to REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Since I'm being bad about updates, I'm giving you a bit of good news prematurely. I had planned for an author's note at the end but. . .
I told you this was going to be the last Sous. I lied. Unintentionally, of course. I already have the next one written out. Yeah. And I'm starting on a sixth one. WHY WON'T IT DIE! I swear, this fic is like the Jean Grey of my stories. Hmm. Wonder which one is the Scott. Hmmmm. Any ideas anyone?
Reviews!
Ish-No craziness? Awww. I'm glad you liked my skanky drag queen reference. No time to give you the long review response I'd like to. School's killing me. Bleagh.
Seven-Yeah. The entire point of the first fic (well, beside the Romy) was to establish Rogue, Pietro, Kurt, and Wanda as sibs. I just didn't need to meniton it again until now. On another note, have you ever had one of those stories that won't die? I think the Sous (it's a noun now. Sheesh) has become one of them. I tried to end it, but the damn thing won't comply. And it's getting raunchier. I'm scared. Next I'll be writing full out smut, and I'm afraid of the plot devices I'll sink to in order to do it. I may have her magically able to touhc him, and that would scare me. I'd have to shoot myself. And I'd have to buy a gun, which I don't have the money for. *sigh*
Soul selling is a littel romantic. . .but no, I've already got my plot device ready for the next fic. Mwhahahahahaha! Anyway, I just put you in where ever I can. You're going to end up in America some how. Hmmm. Who cares how? Maybe you'll get to talk again, I'm not sure. We'll see. Anyway, thanks for the review!
Jean etc.-Glad you like it!
Eileen-You can work in Satanic intrevention, can't you? I'm sure. I mean, c'mon, he's everywhere. He'd need to equal out god, so the devil is everywhere and can read us just as much as God. Weird what you can imply if you think the wrong way. *grin* But anyway. . .sorry for the late update. I'm too lazy for my own good.
Yumi_k_o-Sorry beb. I wasn't thinking straight. . .there's fluff (sorta, in the beginning) so you'll feel loved. Thanks for the review!
Ev1ta-Short and sweet. Thanks for the review!
Chaos-You had to wait that long? Well, my brother's the devil, so I get pretty quick service. Heh. He's got my soul, and my first born child. But hey, I gave Bill Gates AIDS, so I'm okay with it. I hope by now you've seen X2. Thanks for the review!
Sphinx chick-Awww. Would you like to flirt with Pyro a bit? I can even have him kiss you. . .but beyond that isn't gonna work. Band camp? Cool. My friend's in band, and she had some really evil ideas ewhen she got back. In fact, the start of the sixth sous came from a band camp plot bunny.
***
Rogue was still on Remy's dresser. Remy was in between her legs, practically pressing up against her (AN: dirty minds!). They were still kissing. Rogue's hands were running over his chest and shoulders. Remy's hands were pulling Rogue closer to him. He'd become something like human quicksand (AN: so many jokes *clamps mouth shut*).
That is until Ororo knocked on the door. Rogue broke the kiss and motioned toward the distraction. She looked pretty vexed about this interuption. Remy wasn't too pleased himself. He grumbled about the door on his way to answer it.
Ororo looked in on the mildly disheveled Rogue and Remy. "I believe you two should come down to the pool. And straighten yourselves up a bit before hand." Her voice was neutral, but you could almost hear a twinge of amusment in her voice.
Rogue sighed and slid off of Remy's dresser. Remy watched this like a cat watches his master open a cat of Whiskas. He would have licked his lips and rubbed up against her leg, but he knew Rogue would definitly kill him for that. They weren't that close. Yet.
With these mildly amusing thoughts running through his head, Remy headed off to the pool room with Rogue, who was nervous about being punished for her pranks. Even if they had deserved it. She knew she wouldn't say she was sorry, that was damn sure.
---
The pool room had somehow been emptied of all non-mutants in the hotel; beside a rather familliar maid in the corner, talking to a couple of life guards, one with a distinct Canadian accent, the other causing random chaos where ever she could, both were talking about RABID (AN: Woot to my fan girls! And the sexy maid).
The X-men were all in the pool room as well, and not all dressed for swimming, which no one was doing. They were talking instead. Oh boy were they talking.
The sound reminded Rogue of those Discovery specials about bees, where they'd have the buzzing always in the background, slowly engraining it in your ears, so a few minutes later you're sure you can still hear the buzzing. It was that annoying when it was man made, as the three late-comers discovered. The noise continued, but Rogue and Remy started picking up bits of the conversation.
"I hear they had an orgy on the roof of the hotel! Jean t.k.ed that flock of punk girls we saw earlier up there."
"I thought they were on top of Big Ben, and Rogue tied Remy to the hour hand before just going at him!"
"They had about fifty other people up there, why would Rogue go with just Remy?"
Rogue grabbed the closest gossiper. It was Sam, who was merely listening. He didn't really care, but hey, it beat watching the news with Hank. He took one look at the angry goth glaring holes through him and silently prayed. Mostly for a quick death.
"What tha hell?" Rogue practically growled, making Sam wish he'd just stayed in Kentucky. Jamie broke Rogue grip and looked reproachfuly at the goth.
"Rogue, are they tellin' the truth?"
"No Jamie. Ah didn't have an orgy with Jean an' Remy anywhere. An' definitly not with that pack a' skanky punk girls."
Remy shifted, slightly guiltily behind her. No one noticed but a rather interrested Jamie clone near the back.
"No. I mean, are you and Remy really. . .you know. . .um. . .gonna-have-a-kid-and-leave-me-alone-with-no-older-kids-to-talk-to?"
Rogue shook her head, still mad as hell. However, Jamie had distracted enough that Sam writed out of grip. Which was fortunate for him, as Wanda chose the second after he got free to burst into the pool room, furious.
"ROGUE! You have soiled the name of goths everywhere. WE ARE NTO ALL SATAN WORSHIPERS!"
Rogue took a little time out of being mad as all get out to be utterly confused.
"Huh?"
"YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL TO F*** THAT BARELY LITERATE WANNABE FRENCH HICK!"
Remy had been mildly amused, and very irked at the gossip before. The satanic intervention rumor had been fun for about two seconds. But this was too much for even him to take. Time to stand up for his own honor.
"I am not stupid! I finished high school, I can speak in, an' read, two languages fluently; 'n' I'll bet you doan know shit abou' half de stuff I been doin' since I was four. So y' can piss off."
Wanda utterly ignored him. But she ignored him in such a way that he knew, if she felt like it, she would rip hhis lungs out for telling her to piss off, should te need present itself. He secretly hoped it would. Then he could fight her and actually gfet to do soemthing with his anger instead of packing it all inside because she was female and therefore, due to his deeply engrained chivalraic code, only to be attacked when it was in self-defense. He secretly wished he was at the institute so he would have soemthing to hit that he wouldn't have to pay for.
Rogue, however, was utterly floored. Not just mad, although she was, but utterly shocked. Not by Remy's reading ability. She knew what a smart guy eh really was, once you got past the one track mind and sexual innuendo so thick you had to have jack hammer (AN: my phalic symbol of choice). How would Wanda first of all even know about her and Remy?
"How the hell did ya. . .AGH! Mystique has no room ta talk when it comes ta not havin' sex! Good Lord, she even did Sabretooth, an' Ah doubt his momma could look at him fo' too long."
"Actually," a very icy voice from one of the Jamies piped up. "I was extremely drunk. Adnd Sabretooth had better hygene then."
The Jamie morphed into Mystique, which greatly relieved all the X-men present.
"Ah didn't have sex with him!" Rogue yelled, really REALLY not liking where this was headed.
"Of course not. He was probably off having sex with a maid-"
"Actually," yet another voice from the back piped up. this one belong to. . .yep, you guessed it, the hot sexy maid. "The maid staff is primarily male. And straight. Or ugly. And we get fired if we mess with the guests."
Mystique gave her an evil stare. The life guards, who were also very sexy, but in a cool, 'I can kick your arse without smudging my eyeliner' kind of way, stepped in front of the maid, obviously protecting her. Mystique rolled her eyes and let it drop.
Rogue looked over at the familiar maid. She made a note to give her a _large_ tip.
Mystique turned to her errant daughter. "Rogue-"
Hank chose that moment to burst in. "Oh, What are. . .never mind. I think all of you should come watch this press conference with me."
So, after a little balking, and many evil looks between Remy and Wanda, they trouped to the conference room. Everyone. Even Mystique and Wanda, who oibviously had nothing better to do anyway.
The professor was on t.v. He was being grilled by reporters, in front of a public crowd, about mutant rights.
"Mr. Xavier, how do you know mutants aren't dangerous? We have clips of them, in your own city, destroying a building, among other things, like stealing a grenade."
The professor leaned forward to the microphone on his mini-podium. "I believe that, like all things, mutant powers can be used for rigth or wrong. Hating these people will make the choice to do wrong much easier to make. The thing they are fighting is called a sentinel, and it would have destroyed them, had they not protected themselves."
"There is speculation that you are trying to treat mutants. Especially ones with incredibly destructive powers. Why?"
"Ordinary psycologists will not help them. Many of my paitents may very well have commited suicide with out my help."
There was a loud snort from Rogue. It was largely ignored, except by Remy, who gave her smile that clearly said if he weren't so mad at her sister and mother he'd have laughed.
"The time's almost up, so one more question, Mr. Xavier. Why choose to help mutants?"
"I see in the struggle for mutant equality the civil rights struggle of the sixties, or the ban on Irish immigrants during the potato famine."
"Or the former plight of homosexuals," Roberto muttered to no one but himself.
"Thank you for the time gentelmen. Now my colleague, Dr. MacTaggert." Xavier announced, before wheeling off.
This is when people stopped paying attention. Hank swiched the t.v. off while the room buzzed again. But this time sex was not the topic. For the first,a nd probably last, time.
"No one tried to lynch him." Some one pointed out.
"Wow, that went really well," another agreed.
Raven looked over at Wanda and shrugged.
"He's not such a bad old dreamer." Raven said, with a bit of disgust.
Wanda looked thoughtful. Agreding with Mystique went agianst alls he stood for, but if she was right, just this once. . . "He's a liar, but everyone else seems not to notice." Wanda conceeded.
Raven decided to go right for the point. "So, there anyway we can hate him, but still get benefits from his little speech?"
"Blame our childhoods." Wanda said.
Raven couldn't believe she was agreeing with one fourth of the most mesed up family, beside her own, she knew of. "Good idea. Chalk up a small victory and leave before we get invited to celebratory dinner." Raven agreed. Abd so both misadrogens left, without further mention of Rogue's make-believe indiscretions.
***
Yeah, this is never gonna end. Ah well. Review!
I want youto want me, I need you to need me, I'm beggin' you to beg me, I'd love you to REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith