"Mr. Logan, come play with me!"Tara demands, shoving the door open and going inside. She blinks a few times staring at the two people before her; neither was Mr. Logan. Her mouth drops open and her eyes widen as she stares at the two weird people they'd played Hide and Seek with earlier. Bobby sits up from whatever he'd been doing and stares at the child in front of him. "What are you doing in my room? Don't you have something to do?" She simply blinks a few more times, wide-eyed. "Why'd you stop, Bob--" Jubilee stops speaking as she notices the child standing there, then quickly pulls the covers off of his bed, covering herself.
Tara asks quietly,"What are you two doing? I thought Mr. Logan was here....." "What gave you that idea?"he scowls getting up with the sheet wrapped around his waist and trying to get dressed; the task was almost impossible since his clothes were scattered around the room. "I heard someone growl....um, Mr. Lady-Ma'am-Sir, what's that?" She points to a lower part of his body as he struggles into his clothes. "Nothing!"he snaps,"Would you please help me, Jubes?" She sighs and gets up. "That would be his....uh, toy." Tara tilts her head to the side, quizzically. "His toy? Okay, but if it's his toy why were you playing with it?" "Uh.....Logan!"
"He's not here, is he?"Bobby asks, now fully dressed and trying to get Jubilee her clothes. A growl comes from the door,"Think again, bub..." "Uh, hey, Logan...." Jubilee stands there a moment, then rushes out of Bobby's room, still wrapped in the blanket. I think Mr. Logan ain't very happy, Tara thinks, absently picking up a magazine off the floor, This is the book I wanted Mr. Logan to read me! "Mr. Logan, Mr. Logan, Mr. Logan, will you read me this book now?"she demands, smacking him in the leg with it. The reply is short and simply. *(insert sound Logan's blades make here)*
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"Why was she in MY bedroom, Remy LeBeau?" "Now, Jeannie, Remy needed to find his cards and he couldn't drag the mini river rat wit him.....could he?"Gambit says, consolingly; Angel looks up at him. "What's a mini river rat?"she asks, releasing his legs and standing back to look up at him. Rogue sighs and places her gloved hand on the child's head. "It's just an expression, Angel. Don't worry about it...why don't I take you to uh...Remy's room so you can get some sleep,"she tells the small girl, who simply nods and places her hand in Rogue's other gloved one. A small yawn comes from her. "Angel thinks that's a good idea. Angel says we can go..."
"Mine and Scott's bedroom is not a daycare center, Remy. What happened to the kitchen and why were your cards in the fish tank?"Jean demands, pinning him with a glare that could kill a person,"I'd just love to hear." Gambit glances around the room, then shrugs. "De mini river rat got locked in de freezer, de other petite got drunk, then Logan and me fed dem, but then de Angelic one hid Remy's cards and he had to find dem so he left de child in the best possible room.....Jean's!" In response to his words a book slams against the wall, just missing his head. Her eyes turn almost black,"Never enter my room again if you want to live." Gambit stares at her a moment, then quickly rushes out. "Remy, Jean de souhaits prendrait une promenade longue d'une falaise courte au-dessus d'un 'gator le marais rempli."
Gambit slowly makes his way to his room and arrives just as his chere was preparing to leave. "Is de child asleep, Roguey?"he asks, catching her arm to stop her from passing through the door. She nods,"Yes, Remy. The funniest thing, though, she kept talkin' in the third person...do you know why?" "Remy don't have a clue. Night, chere.." Rogue sighs,"Good-night, Swamp Rat." Remy going to give chere a nice kid before going to bed. He leans down and she moves away. "Remy, stop...." "Relax, chere, Remy just wants to kiss you,"he mumbles, kissing the top of her head, where her hair would protect her skin; she sighs and pushes him away. "Go to bed, swamp rat...."
"Love ya,too, chere...." Gambit walks slowly into his bedroom and studies the child covered in a blanket, peacefully sleeping. For the first time all night she actually fit her name-Angel. "Well, petite...somehow you take up most of Remy's bed so he going to have to sleep on the couch." He gathers his stuff, then changes quickly and settles into the chair on the other side of the room; sleep doesn't come easily as he listens to Bobby and Logan hollering in the hallway.
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Tara wakes up and looks around her. Where am I?she wonders, looking around her a moment before remembering that she was at the institute place thingy, in Mr. Logan's room. "Mr. Logan?"she whisphers, poking him lightly; he turns away with a growl. "Hmm....guess that means that he ain't easy to wake up. I think he needs a smile on his face instead of that mean old frown." Tara scans the room, then notices some markers; she picks one of and studies it. Now what does this word mean?she wonders, tracing the word permanent on a red marker.
She stares at it, then shrugs. "Oh, well, I'll give Mr. Logan a smile and some freckles, too. He'll look so happy when I'm done." She climbs up into his lap after gathering a black and red marker along with a white bottle. "Hmm...clown face, of course!" Tara quickly covers her mouth; Logan doesn't move. Mr. Logan will look nice with a clown face. She begins coloring on his face, starting with his mouth. "Bright white outline with red around the lips.....he'll look nice, very nice and very happy." A child's smile crosses Tara's face as she finishes and studies him. "Perfect, just perfect........"
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Who should get the joy of baby-sitting next? Logan and Remy still or someone else? If you think someone else.....put your suggestions in your reviews. Make sure it's one that I already have, though. Kurt is around just...hiding at the moment.
Tara asks quietly,"What are you two doing? I thought Mr. Logan was here....." "What gave you that idea?"he scowls getting up with the sheet wrapped around his waist and trying to get dressed; the task was almost impossible since his clothes were scattered around the room. "I heard someone growl....um, Mr. Lady-Ma'am-Sir, what's that?" She points to a lower part of his body as he struggles into his clothes. "Nothing!"he snaps,"Would you please help me, Jubes?" She sighs and gets up. "That would be his....uh, toy." Tara tilts her head to the side, quizzically. "His toy? Okay, but if it's his toy why were you playing with it?" "Uh.....Logan!"
"He's not here, is he?"Bobby asks, now fully dressed and trying to get Jubilee her clothes. A growl comes from the door,"Think again, bub..." "Uh, hey, Logan...." Jubilee stands there a moment, then rushes out of Bobby's room, still wrapped in the blanket. I think Mr. Logan ain't very happy, Tara thinks, absently picking up a magazine off the floor, This is the book I wanted Mr. Logan to read me! "Mr. Logan, Mr. Logan, Mr. Logan, will you read me this book now?"she demands, smacking him in the leg with it. The reply is short and simply. *(insert sound Logan's blades make here)*
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"Why was she in MY bedroom, Remy LeBeau?" "Now, Jeannie, Remy needed to find his cards and he couldn't drag the mini river rat wit him.....could he?"Gambit says, consolingly; Angel looks up at him. "What's a mini river rat?"she asks, releasing his legs and standing back to look up at him. Rogue sighs and places her gloved hand on the child's head. "It's just an expression, Angel. Don't worry about it...why don't I take you to uh...Remy's room so you can get some sleep,"she tells the small girl, who simply nods and places her hand in Rogue's other gloved one. A small yawn comes from her. "Angel thinks that's a good idea. Angel says we can go..."
"Mine and Scott's bedroom is not a daycare center, Remy. What happened to the kitchen and why were your cards in the fish tank?"Jean demands, pinning him with a glare that could kill a person,"I'd just love to hear." Gambit glances around the room, then shrugs. "De mini river rat got locked in de freezer, de other petite got drunk, then Logan and me fed dem, but then de Angelic one hid Remy's cards and he had to find dem so he left de child in the best possible room.....Jean's!" In response to his words a book slams against the wall, just missing his head. Her eyes turn almost black,"Never enter my room again if you want to live." Gambit stares at her a moment, then quickly rushes out. "Remy, Jean de souhaits prendrait une promenade longue d'une falaise courte au-dessus d'un 'gator le marais rempli."
Gambit slowly makes his way to his room and arrives just as his chere was preparing to leave. "Is de child asleep, Roguey?"he asks, catching her arm to stop her from passing through the door. She nods,"Yes, Remy. The funniest thing, though, she kept talkin' in the third person...do you know why?" "Remy don't have a clue. Night, chere.." Rogue sighs,"Good-night, Swamp Rat." Remy going to give chere a nice kid before going to bed. He leans down and she moves away. "Remy, stop...." "Relax, chere, Remy just wants to kiss you,"he mumbles, kissing the top of her head, where her hair would protect her skin; she sighs and pushes him away. "Go to bed, swamp rat...."
"Love ya,too, chere...." Gambit walks slowly into his bedroom and studies the child covered in a blanket, peacefully sleeping. For the first time all night she actually fit her name-Angel. "Well, petite...somehow you take up most of Remy's bed so he going to have to sleep on the couch." He gathers his stuff, then changes quickly and settles into the chair on the other side of the room; sleep doesn't come easily as he listens to Bobby and Logan hollering in the hallway.
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Tara wakes up and looks around her. Where am I?she wonders, looking around her a moment before remembering that she was at the institute place thingy, in Mr. Logan's room. "Mr. Logan?"she whisphers, poking him lightly; he turns away with a growl. "Hmm....guess that means that he ain't easy to wake up. I think he needs a smile on his face instead of that mean old frown." Tara scans the room, then notices some markers; she picks one of and studies it. Now what does this word mean?she wonders, tracing the word permanent on a red marker.
She stares at it, then shrugs. "Oh, well, I'll give Mr. Logan a smile and some freckles, too. He'll look so happy when I'm done." She climbs up into his lap after gathering a black and red marker along with a white bottle. "Hmm...clown face, of course!" Tara quickly covers her mouth; Logan doesn't move. Mr. Logan will look nice with a clown face. She begins coloring on his face, starting with his mouth. "Bright white outline with red around the lips.....he'll look nice, very nice and very happy." A child's smile crosses Tara's face as she finishes and studies him. "Perfect, just perfect........"
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Who should get the joy of baby-sitting next? Logan and Remy still or someone else? If you think someone else.....put your suggestions in your reviews. Make sure it's one that I already have, though. Kurt is around just...hiding at the moment.