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"So what are we doing today?" asked Kitty, sitting down at the breakfast table, yawning.
"Ah'm goin' to a music store," said Rogue.
"Anybody wanna go to the mall?" asked Kitty.
"Sure," said Jean.
"Ja," agreed Kurt.
"Good. Who's driving?" asked Kitty.
Everyone looked at Jean.
"Fine," she sighed.
Everyone laughed till Logan walked in.
"Hello, Logan," said Kitty.
"Half-pint," he grunted in response.
"Kitty. JUST KITTY," she muttered under her breath.
"Morning everyone!" said Tracy cheerfully sitting down.
"Somebody is in a good mood," teased Scott.
"Of course," said Tracy.
"Why?" asked Kitty.
"I broke up with my boyfriend and I got his credit card," sniggered Tracy.
"Hit 'em up style, girl!" said Kitty, jumping out of her chair.
"Let's go do some chargin'!" she said.
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"Most expensive platform shoes with diamonds, diamond earrings and necklace and expensive blouse. Life is good," said Tracy.
"Yea," agreed Rogue, looking at her Limited bag.
"What are such belle filles such as yourselves doing in a mall on such a stormy day?" asked a familiar Cajun.
"Oh no, oh no, oh NO!" groaned Rogue.
Tracy, Rogue, Jean and Kitty turned around to glare at Remy Lebeau, mutant name: Gambit.
"What do YA want, Cajun?" demanded Rogue.
"I believe this is a free country and I may do as I please if I am not breaking the law, my chere," he answered, batting his eyes in innocence.
She removed her glove and Kitty grabbed Rogue's arm.
"He's not worth it," reassured Kitty.
"Oh no, it's pretty damn worth it!" snarled Rogue.
"Why so worked up, belle? I don't believe I did anything wrong," said Remy.
"Go to hell, Cajun," sneered Tracy.
"That's not very nice to say to a gentleman," said Remy.
"Ya ahre (are) fahr (far) from bein' a gentleman," said Rogue.
"What are you doing here, swamp rat? Going girl shopping so you can dump her? I thought it was girls' who do the shopping for a 'friend', not guys'," said Kitty.
"What I am doing here is none of your business," said Remy, looking at Kitty.
Kitty snorted.
"Come on, girls'. Let's get outta here," said Rogue, turning and walking off without a second glance.
"Oh, I'll get you, chere," said Remy quietly when the girls' had walked away.
"I'll make you fall so hard you'll lose your senses,"
Remy grinned to himself and walked away.
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"Kuuuuuuurt," whined Kitty, sitting down.
"Ja?" he asked.
"My baaaaaaaaaacky huuuuurts," she said, holding each word longer than usual.
"And?" he said, looking at her.
"A nice shoulder rub would be grand," she said innocently.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Um, please?" she pouted her lower lip.
"Ahhh," he said, putting his hands to his eyes.
"Pllleeaaase," she asked, sounding like a four-year-old girl with curly pigtails asking her mommy for a lollipop.
"Ah alvright," he said.
"Yay," she said.
He placed his three fingered hands firmly on her shoulders and began kneading them.
Rogue walked in, unnoticed and she quickly walked back out.
"Mah, mah, mah. I thought she was married to Lance?" she murmured.
"Intruder alert," announced the computer.
"Damn," she said.
She ran towards the entrance doors, only to find none other than Lance "Avalanche" Alvers.
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"Hello?" asked a voice that had the word "wench" in it.
"Gah!" said Pietro "Quicksilver" Maximoff.
"Nice to see you too, dear brother," sneered Wanda "Scarlet Witch" Maximoff.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"None of your business," she said.
"Baby cakes, candy pants, snookums!" said a sly voice.
"Oh no," she muttered. "Oh, God, no!" she made it for the door when Todd "Toad" (don't know how to spell his last name!) stepped in front of her.
"Toad," she nodded, walking past him.
"Wanda, my love, I haven't seen you for way too long," he said dramatically.
"And that's a bad thing?" she muttered on her part.
"Yes, babe," he said.
"Eurgh!" she said, pushing him on the forehead and walking out of the house.
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"What ahre ya doing here, uninvahted?" sneered Rogue, never ever liking Lance.
"Nice to see you to, Rogue," he said evenly. "Where's my wife?" he asked.
"Ah don't know," she lied.
He began walking towards the door that entered the room Kurt and Kitty were in.
She got in front of it quickly.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" he demanded.
"Ah could ask ya the same." Rogue replied.
"But you're not, so move out of my way," he said, making the floor rumble.
Inside the room, Kitty paled. "Why is Lance here?" she asked.
"I don't know," replied Kurt.
Kitty jumped up; ran towards the door and it opened up, revealing a mad Lance.
"Hello, wife," he snarled.
"Lance," she nodded.
He called her something forcefully that made Kurt boil inside. (If I typed the whole thing, this story would have to be rated R)
"Excuse ya!" said Rogue angrily, walking in front of Lance.
He grabbed her arm and pushed her aside.
"Hey!" said Kurt, walking to Rogue's side.
Lance grabbed Kurt and started punching him like crazy when Kitty had enough and lunged herself at Lance, pulling him into the basement, through the floor.
"Kurt?" Rogue let Kurt put his weight on her and started leading him to the medical room when Kurt said, "No! I have to help Keety!" said Kurt.
"No, ya need to get medical attention," said Rogue.
He began mumbling when he fully passed out.
"What happened?" asked Scott, running towards them.
"Get Kurt to the medical room," said Rogue and she walked away without saying anything.
When she got towards the basement door, she heard a familiar Cajun.
"Hello, my chere. What are you doing in such a dark dingy room?" he asked, following her down the stairs to the basement.
"Ah really don't got tahme for this," she said to him.
He didn't say anything.
He was gazing pass the stairs.
"What do you think you are doing!?" he exclaimed at Lance, seeing him man- handle Kitty.
He grabbed Lance off of Kitty and began punching him in the stomach.
"You don't man-handle the fille," he said.
Kitty was sobbing and Rogue walked up to Lance, removing her glove.
"Ya don't mess with mah friends," she said, touching his cheek and not letting go.
When she finally pulled back, he fell to the ground, unconscious.
"He should be in irreversible a coma," she panted, trying to catch her breath but she passed out to, and Remy caught her.
"She gonna be ok?" asked Kitty, walking over to them.
"I don't know," he sighed, carrying her up the stairs, Kitty following.
Thanks to:
Nightcrawler03: haha! Yes, he did!
BoomBaby101: hey! Thanks for reviewing. What do you mean? What were you confused about?
Sly2: Here you go! I hope this is good enough.
*girlsdontlikeboys,girlslikecarsandmoney*: hah! Yeah, that would have been funnier!
Jimi Hydroxxx: Maybe, maybe not. Who knows? I DO! Hehehehehe
Ms.Marvel: Maybe she should hit him up style? HAHA! Thanks. Maybe it is Lance bruising her up, maybe it isn't Lance....
Personage: HEHE! Thank you for reviewing. You rock!
????: Love your name! I LOVE IT! LOVE IT, LOVE IT! Anyway, thankies! I hope you like this chapter!
Yashas Girl: Thanks for reviewing. I read your story and I think it's awesome! I can't wait to see some more!
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"So what are we doing today?" asked Kitty, sitting down at the breakfast table, yawning.
"Ah'm goin' to a music store," said Rogue.
"Anybody wanna go to the mall?" asked Kitty.
"Sure," said Jean.
"Ja," agreed Kurt.
"Good. Who's driving?" asked Kitty.
Everyone looked at Jean.
"Fine," she sighed.
Everyone laughed till Logan walked in.
"Hello, Logan," said Kitty.
"Half-pint," he grunted in response.
"Kitty. JUST KITTY," she muttered under her breath.
"Morning everyone!" said Tracy cheerfully sitting down.
"Somebody is in a good mood," teased Scott.
"Of course," said Tracy.
"Why?" asked Kitty.
"I broke up with my boyfriend and I got his credit card," sniggered Tracy.
"Hit 'em up style, girl!" said Kitty, jumping out of her chair.
"Let's go do some chargin'!" she said.
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"Most expensive platform shoes with diamonds, diamond earrings and necklace and expensive blouse. Life is good," said Tracy.
"Yea," agreed Rogue, looking at her Limited bag.
"What are such belle filles such as yourselves doing in a mall on such a stormy day?" asked a familiar Cajun.
"Oh no, oh no, oh NO!" groaned Rogue.
Tracy, Rogue, Jean and Kitty turned around to glare at Remy Lebeau, mutant name: Gambit.
"What do YA want, Cajun?" demanded Rogue.
"I believe this is a free country and I may do as I please if I am not breaking the law, my chere," he answered, batting his eyes in innocence.
She removed her glove and Kitty grabbed Rogue's arm.
"He's not worth it," reassured Kitty.
"Oh no, it's pretty damn worth it!" snarled Rogue.
"Why so worked up, belle? I don't believe I did anything wrong," said Remy.
"Go to hell, Cajun," sneered Tracy.
"That's not very nice to say to a gentleman," said Remy.
"Ya ahre (are) fahr (far) from bein' a gentleman," said Rogue.
"What are you doing here, swamp rat? Going girl shopping so you can dump her? I thought it was girls' who do the shopping for a 'friend', not guys'," said Kitty.
"What I am doing here is none of your business," said Remy, looking at Kitty.
Kitty snorted.
"Come on, girls'. Let's get outta here," said Rogue, turning and walking off without a second glance.
"Oh, I'll get you, chere," said Remy quietly when the girls' had walked away.
"I'll make you fall so hard you'll lose your senses,"
Remy grinned to himself and walked away.
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"Kuuuuuuurt," whined Kitty, sitting down.
"Ja?" he asked.
"My baaaaaaaaaacky huuuuurts," she said, holding each word longer than usual.
"And?" he said, looking at her.
"A nice shoulder rub would be grand," she said innocently.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Um, please?" she pouted her lower lip.
"Ahhh," he said, putting his hands to his eyes.
"Pllleeaaase," she asked, sounding like a four-year-old girl with curly pigtails asking her mommy for a lollipop.
"Ah alvright," he said.
"Yay," she said.
He placed his three fingered hands firmly on her shoulders and began kneading them.
Rogue walked in, unnoticed and she quickly walked back out.
"Mah, mah, mah. I thought she was married to Lance?" she murmured.
"Intruder alert," announced the computer.
"Damn," she said.
She ran towards the entrance doors, only to find none other than Lance "Avalanche" Alvers.
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"Hello?" asked a voice that had the word "wench" in it.
"Gah!" said Pietro "Quicksilver" Maximoff.
"Nice to see you too, dear brother," sneered Wanda "Scarlet Witch" Maximoff.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"None of your business," she said.
"Baby cakes, candy pants, snookums!" said a sly voice.
"Oh no," she muttered. "Oh, God, no!" she made it for the door when Todd "Toad" (don't know how to spell his last name!) stepped in front of her.
"Toad," she nodded, walking past him.
"Wanda, my love, I haven't seen you for way too long," he said dramatically.
"And that's a bad thing?" she muttered on her part.
"Yes, babe," he said.
"Eurgh!" she said, pushing him on the forehead and walking out of the house.
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"What ahre ya doing here, uninvahted?" sneered Rogue, never ever liking Lance.
"Nice to see you to, Rogue," he said evenly. "Where's my wife?" he asked.
"Ah don't know," she lied.
He began walking towards the door that entered the room Kurt and Kitty were in.
She got in front of it quickly.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" he demanded.
"Ah could ask ya the same." Rogue replied.
"But you're not, so move out of my way," he said, making the floor rumble.
Inside the room, Kitty paled. "Why is Lance here?" she asked.
"I don't know," replied Kurt.
Kitty jumped up; ran towards the door and it opened up, revealing a mad Lance.
"Hello, wife," he snarled.
"Lance," she nodded.
He called her something forcefully that made Kurt boil inside. (If I typed the whole thing, this story would have to be rated R)
"Excuse ya!" said Rogue angrily, walking in front of Lance.
He grabbed her arm and pushed her aside.
"Hey!" said Kurt, walking to Rogue's side.
Lance grabbed Kurt and started punching him like crazy when Kitty had enough and lunged herself at Lance, pulling him into the basement, through the floor.
"Kurt?" Rogue let Kurt put his weight on her and started leading him to the medical room when Kurt said, "No! I have to help Keety!" said Kurt.
"No, ya need to get medical attention," said Rogue.
He began mumbling when he fully passed out.
"What happened?" asked Scott, running towards them.
"Get Kurt to the medical room," said Rogue and she walked away without saying anything.
When she got towards the basement door, she heard a familiar Cajun.
"Hello, my chere. What are you doing in such a dark dingy room?" he asked, following her down the stairs to the basement.
"Ah really don't got tahme for this," she said to him.
He didn't say anything.
He was gazing pass the stairs.
"What do you think you are doing!?" he exclaimed at Lance, seeing him man- handle Kitty.
He grabbed Lance off of Kitty and began punching him in the stomach.
"You don't man-handle the fille," he said.
Kitty was sobbing and Rogue walked up to Lance, removing her glove.
"Ya don't mess with mah friends," she said, touching his cheek and not letting go.
When she finally pulled back, he fell to the ground, unconscious.
"He should be in irreversible a coma," she panted, trying to catch her breath but she passed out to, and Remy caught her.
"She gonna be ok?" asked Kitty, walking over to them.
"I don't know," he sighed, carrying her up the stairs, Kitty following.