Anything but ordinary3: You never fail to worry me. As for selling one to the brotherhood seems kind of cruel to me, but maybe I can use that in the sequel. YES, there will be one. *ignores enthusiastic cheers from the caged x-men and screams/boos from the caged brotherhood* Glad to see you like my Scott bashing. Just so you know the sequel may not be what you're thinking....EPIOLGUE BEGINS!
WarmerThanFire: Yes nearly the end, but there is a planned sequel. YAY! Sequel will probaly be longer, a good bit longer or split into more then one story.
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Epiolgue
Thirteen and a half months later
Gambit walks around the mansion, studying everything around him. The mansion was quiet without the sound of Angel and Tara's playing or just the sound of something breaking. He walks into the living room and steps over the stuffed animal lying on the floor in his walk to the window. Dead silence echoes inside the mansion. "Remy doesn't like de mansion wit'out de petites noise...." Footsteps hurrying down the stairs draw his attention and he turns from looking out across the grounds. Rogue enters and walks over to him, touching his arm. "Remy, sugar, come upstairs. There's nothing down here for you..." He shrugs. "Maybe not. Everything okay upstairs?" "No..you should come see,"she tells him, gently, pulling him toward the door. Gambit allows her to lead him to the door, then outs and up the stairs. "Where de others at, Roguey?" She shrugs. "Around....Logan's having some issues."
Silence follows these words until they reach the hall where Logan's bedroom was located. A constant, rapid knocking sound can be heard on his door followed by a voice. "Logan come play with me!" "I don't want to play with you, kid." "Yes, you do!" "No, I dont'!" "DO TOO!" "I do not want to play with you!" "YES, YOU DO!" Storm's voice is next. "Logan, stop arguing with a six-year old. Just come play with her for a moment." Gambit smiles, listening to the sound and removes his hand from Rogue's; she shakes her head. "I'm gonna go help him, 'kay, sugar?" "Okay, chere. I'll be in my room." Rogue tightens her grip briefly on his hand, then wlaks off down the hall to Logan's room as he walks on to his room. There's no sound from his bedroom so he carefully opens the door and looks around. Light is cast from a single lamp beside the bed, it wasn't his lamp. The light illuminates the small figure curled up in the middle of his bed, twisting around as if dreaming. Gambit moves over and sits on the edge of the bed, stroking her hair. "It's okay, petite. Remy here.."
After a few moments the figure moves, then opens it's eyes. Dark green eyes look up at his own red on black eyes as a smile comes to her face. "Remy!" "Oui, petite...how do you feel?"he questions, looking down at the child's once again closed eyes. Angel yawns around her words. "Tired." He nods. "Remy wonders if you're feeling any better then before..." She shakes her head and buries her face against the pillow. "No, Angel feels tired. Can Angel go back to sleep?" Gambit smiles and touches his young ward's hair once more. "Oui.."
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"You not playing fair, Logan!" Logan stares at the child sulking before him. She throws a book at him; he ducks it. It slams into the wall with a thud. "Don't throw things, Tara..." She sticks her tongue out at him and returns to the stuff in front of her. Logan sighs and resists the urge to smack his ward of seven months; it wouldn't get the best reaction from anyone. "You get to be the frog,"Tara announces as she places a giant green frog in his hand. He just stares at her. "What?" "Play the frog." "No, no frogs." "Play frogs..." "No, kid." "Please, Logan? Frogs is fun." Logan scowls and shoves the frog away with a shudder. "No, no frogs, no lizard, no anything." She begins to cry which draws everyone in the mansion except for Gambit who's still upstairs with Angel and the latter, Angel. "Just play frogs with her, hun. How bad can frogs be?"Rogue questions, giving him a pleading look along with the others. Logan sighs and growls at her. "You owe me..all of you." He picsk up the frog. "Fine, how do you play frogs......" "YAY!"
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Sequel in the work and should be up uh...well not sure about soon but eventually. Short and kind of sappy, but you're stuck with it. PEACE, my reviewers. It is time to go fight crime with my cat, MOUSEINATOR! *hangs sign around fat black cat's neck that says MOUSEINATOR and runs off*
WarmerThanFire: Yes nearly the end, but there is a planned sequel. YAY! Sequel will probaly be longer, a good bit longer or split into more then one story.
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Epiolgue
Thirteen and a half months later
Gambit walks around the mansion, studying everything around him. The mansion was quiet without the sound of Angel and Tara's playing or just the sound of something breaking. He walks into the living room and steps over the stuffed animal lying on the floor in his walk to the window. Dead silence echoes inside the mansion. "Remy doesn't like de mansion wit'out de petites noise...." Footsteps hurrying down the stairs draw his attention and he turns from looking out across the grounds. Rogue enters and walks over to him, touching his arm. "Remy, sugar, come upstairs. There's nothing down here for you..." He shrugs. "Maybe not. Everything okay upstairs?" "No..you should come see,"she tells him, gently, pulling him toward the door. Gambit allows her to lead him to the door, then outs and up the stairs. "Where de others at, Roguey?" She shrugs. "Around....Logan's having some issues."
Silence follows these words until they reach the hall where Logan's bedroom was located. A constant, rapid knocking sound can be heard on his door followed by a voice. "Logan come play with me!" "I don't want to play with you, kid." "Yes, you do!" "No, I dont'!" "DO TOO!" "I do not want to play with you!" "YES, YOU DO!" Storm's voice is next. "Logan, stop arguing with a six-year old. Just come play with her for a moment." Gambit smiles, listening to the sound and removes his hand from Rogue's; she shakes her head. "I'm gonna go help him, 'kay, sugar?" "Okay, chere. I'll be in my room." Rogue tightens her grip briefly on his hand, then wlaks off down the hall to Logan's room as he walks on to his room. There's no sound from his bedroom so he carefully opens the door and looks around. Light is cast from a single lamp beside the bed, it wasn't his lamp. The light illuminates the small figure curled up in the middle of his bed, twisting around as if dreaming. Gambit moves over and sits on the edge of the bed, stroking her hair. "It's okay, petite. Remy here.."
After a few moments the figure moves, then opens it's eyes. Dark green eyes look up at his own red on black eyes as a smile comes to her face. "Remy!" "Oui, petite...how do you feel?"he questions, looking down at the child's once again closed eyes. Angel yawns around her words. "Tired." He nods. "Remy wonders if you're feeling any better then before..." She shakes her head and buries her face against the pillow. "No, Angel feels tired. Can Angel go back to sleep?" Gambit smiles and touches his young ward's hair once more. "Oui.."
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"You not playing fair, Logan!" Logan stares at the child sulking before him. She throws a book at him; he ducks it. It slams into the wall with a thud. "Don't throw things, Tara..." She sticks her tongue out at him and returns to the stuff in front of her. Logan sighs and resists the urge to smack his ward of seven months; it wouldn't get the best reaction from anyone. "You get to be the frog,"Tara announces as she places a giant green frog in his hand. He just stares at her. "What?" "Play the frog." "No, no frogs." "Play frogs..." "No, kid." "Please, Logan? Frogs is fun." Logan scowls and shoves the frog away with a shudder. "No, no frogs, no lizard, no anything." She begins to cry which draws everyone in the mansion except for Gambit who's still upstairs with Angel and the latter, Angel. "Just play frogs with her, hun. How bad can frogs be?"Rogue questions, giving him a pleading look along with the others. Logan sighs and growls at her. "You owe me..all of you." He picsk up the frog. "Fine, how do you play frogs......" "YAY!"
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Sequel in the work and should be up uh...well not sure about soon but eventually. Short and kind of sappy, but you're stuck with it. PEACE, my reviewers. It is time to go fight crime with my cat, MOUSEINATOR! *hangs sign around fat black cat's neck that says MOUSEINATOR and runs off*