FYI:

~Personal thoughts~

[Flashback]

"Normal Conversation (Duh)"

{Musical Lyrics}

Meet The Mets--Ruth Roberts and Bill Katz

ROGUE

"Tryouts for the Romeo and Juliet are being postponed. We'll be holding them next Friday so in the meantime, I suggest that you all try and learn a little piece." Miss Yoder was standing in the front of the drama class givin' us a little spiel on what ta expect out of the tryouts. ~Ah'm not even botherin' ta show up.~

Ah put mah head down an' tried ta fall asleep, but mah mind was far too occupied with other thoughts. ~It's been a week an' that damn Cajun still hasn't shown up. When Ah get mah hands on him…~ "…Ah'll kill him."

"Rogue is there something you'd like to share with us?" ~Shit, Ah've gotta stop talkin' ta mahself.~

"Hmm…no." The class burst inta laughter as mah cheeks flared up. Ah was never so grateful for the bell ta ring.

"Like chemistry is soo much fun. We like made stink bombs!" Kitty was standin' next ta me diggin' through her locker tryin' ta find her books for next class.

"Is that what smells so bad?"

"Oh no! I like do smell like stink aroma, don't I?"

"Yeah."

"Hello Kitty. Are we still going to the party tonight?" Piotr had walked up behind us to join Kitty for their math class. ~Remy was in their math as well.~

"Like of course Piotr! Like you're going too, right Rogue."

"Ah don't think so."

"But zis vill be ze party of ze year!" Kurt an' Amanda had also shown up behind us. ~God, what is up with all these couples?~

"There's really no point in meh going. Ah gotta get ta history, we've got a test." They all gave me concerned looks as Ah walked away. ~Why can't everyone just leave meh alone?~

GAMBIT

~Well, t'at could have gone better. But at least I can go back now.~ It had been a week since I'd left and I still had a day or two t' wait. Sinister had me rob Angel of some ancient t'ing--I have no clue what it was or what it did--I just wanted t' be done wit' him.

Pyro was following me back to the institute since he was in need of a place t' crash.

["Homme, Gambit don't know if t'ey gonna want a pyromaniac living t'ere."

"They let you live there, Mate. I think they'll be able to put up with me. Besides, they got some fine sheilas living there."

"Yeah, just make sure Gambit keeps his."

"All right, but the rest of those sheilas are mine."]

WOLVERINE

"She's been too quiet, Chuck. She's not even going with the others tonight."

"She might just need time away."

"What are you saying?" We were in the professor's office discussing Rogue. For the past week she'd been way too quiet and had only come out of her room for school, training, and even less often to eat.

"Why don't you get her away from the institute. She may just need a distraction."

"Hey Stripes." I found her in the living room with her homework spread out on a table.

"Hey, Wolvie." ~That nickname's gonna stick isn't it?~

"What are you doing down here?"

"Kitty, took over our room tryin' ta get ready for the party, tanight."

"Look, you really do need to get out."

"Ah'm not going ta that party." She shot me a death glare as she looked up from her homework.

"Who said anything about a party?"

"Well, everyone's been buggin' meh ta go. Ah just figured ya would too."

"Well, I was thinking more along these lines--first base line to be exact." I held up two baseball tickets for her to see.

"Ya didn't! Ya did!" She ran up to me and grabbed the tickets from my hand. "Mets versus Expos! Ah could kiss ya!" She jumped up and hugged me instead. "Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya!"

"If we leave now we might make it there in time for batting practice." She sped out of the room at top speed shouting something over her shoulder as the ran up the stairs.

"Meet ya in the garage!"

ROGUE

Kitty had left by the time Ah reached our room. Ah grabbed the Mets ball cap from behind the door an' mah Piazza jersey from the closet. ~Shit, Ah gave Kurt mah jeep ta borrow, an' Kitty's takin' the Hummer, that means all that's left is Logan's bike.~ Ah grabbed the first jacket Ah saw--the leather bomber. ~Ah really don't want ta wear this, but what choice do Ah have.~ Ah put it on over top of mah jersey an' ran back down the stairs ta the garage.

Logan was already down there waitin' on meh beside his bike. Ah stuffed the cap inta the back an' hopped on behind him. "Let's go, or we'll miss the openin' pitch!" ~Yeah right, not with the way he drives.~ Logan gave the bike the gas an' burned rubber as we sped away from the institute.

"How did ya ever get these good of tickets on such short notice?"

"I can be very persuasive."

"Ya owe the professor one, don't ya?" He turned his head slightly an' smiled.

"It's worth owing him one, to see you smiling again, Stripes. You've been too quiet all week."

"Ah know, Ah just haven't felt like bein' around people, ya know?"

"Yeah."

WOLVERINE

We pulled into the stadium parking lot an' she traded her bike helmet for the baseball cap she had stashed earlier. She then gazed up at Shea Stadium like it was a temple that she was blessed to even see. "How'd a southern kid like you, start liking the Mets?"

{Meet The Mets, Meet The Mets, Step Right Up And Greet The Mets}

"Ah had ta be different. Everyone rooted for the Braves, so Ah rooted for their biggest rivals, the Mets." ~Makes sense.~

{Bring Your Kiddies, Bring Your Wife; Guaranteed To Have The Time Of Your Life}

She was still looking pretty awestruck as we walked in and found our seats right behind the home dugout. 'The Amazings' were out there doing their batting practice as we sat down. "Look there's Piazza, Reyes, Wiggington, he's the cute one, Leiter, Wilson, my favorite…" She went through naming everyone on the field and could ramble off any statistic you could imagine. I just had to shake my head as she finished. "What?"

"Not many girls would be able to do that." She glared at me as she hunkered down in her seat to see the opening pitches.

{Because The Mets Are Really Sockin' The Ball; Knocking Those Home Runs Over The Wall!}

"What's that supposed ta mean?"

"Just can't imagine Jean or Half-Pint knowing that kind of stuff."

{East Side, West Side, Everybody's Coming Down, To Meet The M-E-T-S Mets of New York Town!}

If looks could kill, I should have been dead twenty times over. "Jean wouldn't know the pitcher from the catcher if they both walked up and kicked her in the ass, an' Kitty does know a few, the 'cute' ones." I laughed as I imagined Mike Piazza and Al Leiter giving Jean a good kick in the ass and Rogue joined in. ~That sound is probably more beautiful than angels singing.~

{Oh, The Butcher And The Baker And The People On The Streets

Where Did They Go? To Meet The Mets!}

Rogue was quiet for the most part except for the occasional outburst. "Bean him…Get some glasses…My grandmother can pitch better!" She was nearly as bad as some of those shirtless fanatics you always find at sporting events wearing grease paint.

{Oh, They're Hollerin' And Cheerin' And They're Jumpin' In Their Seats

Where Did They Go? To Meet The Mets!}

At one point, Vance Wilson caught a foul ball and tossed it into the stands. She caught it and looked like she would have been happy to die right then and there.

{All The Fans Are True To The Orange And Blue, So Hurry Up And Come On Down}

At the end of the game she turned to me with a frantic look. "Ah don't have a pen. Wolvie, do ya have one?"

{'Cause We've Got Ourselves A Ball Club, The Mets Of New York Town!}

I handed her one. "What for?" ~Dumb question.~ She ran to the end of the dugout and came back half an hour later with nearly every players autograph on the foul ball. She was grinning from ear to ear as she gave me back the pen.

{Give 'Em A Yell! Give 'Em A Hand! And Let 'Em Know Your Rootin' In The Stand!}

"Thanks, Wolvie." She gave me a another hug as we turned to leave.

ROGUE

As we walked back ta the parkin' lot, Logan put his arm around mah waist. At first it seemed awkward, but then it was comforting as Ah rested mah head on his shoulder until we reached his bike. Ah had a weird sense of de j' vu, as Ah placed mah arms around his waist an' after a few minutes of glidin' down the interstate, Ah was sleeping.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I'm still on a Cajun Spice buzz from Saturday. I'm poppin' off chapter like it's nothing! Wheeeeeeeeee!

You know how I said Rogue is like me, well I'll give you all a guess who's a huge Mets fan--ME! So it's only a matter of time before there's a fluff chapter about the New York Giants football team.

I'm sooo sorry to all Gambit fans--it's just a Rogan fluff chapter! However if enough people push that little purple button down there, I might just write a Gambit fluff about robbing Angel. I promise he'll be back in the next chapter, though I can't promise he'll stay in one piece. Muahahahahah!

Disclaimer:

I do not own the New York Mets, but unlike all the X-Men Owner wannabes, I will own the Mets someday when I'm filthy rich and famous.