Suicidal King 7
Sorry everyone! My computer has been REALLY SCREWY, so I couldn't post for a LONG time! But to make it up to y'all. I'm posting the last three chapters in this part all for ye! Dance!
Review answers:
Ishandahalf- Yes, he did stab her. Why? Because it is precisely what this doctor ordered! Cosmic forces? Haha, no Logan ass kicking. A semi little bit of Logan-guilt-tripping in future chapters, but you can just kind of tell its'
there, hidden underneath the surface, waiting to pounce. Like my cat!
Rogue77- Tankee for reviewing!
Lid'l Rogue- Updating.
Sage- Because Logan is a confused evil man. No, because he doesn't like 'traitors' and that's what his view of Rogue was. And it causes conflict and an important thing to happen. In this chapter!
AngieX- Your wish is my command..
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"Um. Mr. Logan, but what if. what if." Amara abandoned this way of tackling
thing, and took matters into her own hands. "Look." Amara reached down and touched Rogue's bare hand. Logan waited for her to fall down, but nothing came. "Her powers aren't working."
"Wait a tick. Her powers aren't working." Logan narrowed his eyes at the two girls.
"And if her powers aren't working."
"Then we have trouble. Big trouble." Logan finished for the Nova Roman. A knock at the door.
"Hello?" Amara asked as she set down the stuffed wolverine that I mentioned in chapter 6, and went to the door of the medlab.
"Who is it?" Logan asked gruffly pacing around the room. If there was a time he ever needed help, it was now.
"Mr. Logan, it's Kurt and Gambit. They wanna talk to Rogue." Amara re- entered the room with out favorite fuzzy blue elf and ragin' Cajun behind her.
"Load of good it'll do them. She's unconscious. And her powers aren't working either." Logan sat down in a chair and took his thermostat full of Roberto's Hot Chocolate with him.
"Dey aren't workin'?" Remy asked curiously, rolling up his sleeves.
"Yeah, Bub. They ain't workin'."
"But ziz means zhat. zhat I can give mien sister a hug! Mien gott. I never thought zhat I could do zhat." Kurt's eyes went wide and he bounded over to the bedside before Logan could protest. Or get up from his seat with hot chocolate and National Enquirer. "Rogue. Marie. who eva you are. mien sister, ((Dang it! Babble fish ain't working, cause of my dysfunctional internet! ***Kicks modem**)) I love you." With that Kurt wrapped his blue fuzzy arms around the unconscious girl and in a strange elvish moment, he kissed he cheek in a brotherly way.
"Awwwwwwwwwww." Cooed Amara, and the rest of the Institute who were behind the door watching the soap opera unfold before their very eyes.
Kurt kept his hand on her bare arm as Remy stepped up to bat.
"Mon chere. Screw Belladonna. Remy loves you. I love you. Don' forget it." Remy then, out doing Kurt, leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh!" The rest of the institute cooed from behind the door. This time, Amara had joined them.
"Elf, Gambit. That's enough." Having finished his article about the moose baby from Saturn 19, he walked over and placed his hand on Rogue's arm absentmindedly. Remy broke from his kiss with the unconscious one, and also
placed his hand on her arm.
"She's unconscious, you ninny!" Logan growled at Remy.
"Oui." Was all he said, before.
Cue the flashy blinky lights that you see in the cartoon when ever Rogue drains someone.
"What was that, Cajun?" Logan looked suspiciously at Remy.
"Remy don' know. Kurt?"
"Vhy are you all looking at me like I deed somezing?" He asked, backing away from the crowd.
"Remy? Kurt? Logan? What happened?" Logan jumped back a foot, Kurt jumped forward a foot, and Remy just stared in disbelief. She was awake. Her eyes open slightly, and her voice sounded weak.
"Remy does not know, chere." He said, looking down at the paling girl, before turning and walking back.
"Wait!" Rogue reached out her hand, and came in contact with Remy's skin. Remy braced himself for the shock, but nothing came.
"Did what I thought just happened, happen?" Bobby asked from behind the curtain.
"Mehbeh," Tabby took the opportunity to quote Dr. Evil in the Austin Powers
movies, compete with pinky to mouth.
"Wait, if he can touch her, maybe I can too. May I?" Kurt asked, looking at
Rogue for permission.
"It's your funeral." She replied shortly. Kurt decided he was willing to take the risk, and reached out one fuzzy blue finger. He waited. Seconds flew by. Nothing happened.
"What happened?" Logan wondered out loud.
"I believe, Logan, that it was a transfer of power side-effect. By you three touching Rogue at once, she acted as a transfer, and in this case, transferred a bit of your healing factor, Logan, to Kurt and Remy. The side effect being that they can touch her." Professor Xavier said, as he wheeled into the room with Mr. McCoy and Storm behind him.
"We can touch her foreva now? Ziz ez great!" Kurt, to show his happiness did a back-flip. He finished with a round of applause from the rest of the institute hiding behind the curtain.
"Alohr! Remy is immensely excited. He and de Chere can touch." Remy just stood there dumbfounded.
"Rogue, what do you have to say about this?" Professor X asked, looking at the injured victim.
"Three things. One, mah back hurts like crazy. Two, Ah love you too, Fuzz- butt. And Three, Scott, Jean, Ah'm sorry an' Scott, Ah'm sorry to tell ya this, but things aren't workin' out for us, Ah'm filing for a divorce. Oh, yeah, and someone, give Logan a level 20 sim, he deserves it." Rogue said with a weak
smile. Mr. McCoy looked confused for a second, but then realized that Scott and Jean were behind the curtain, with the rest of the institute.
"Well, Rogue, if that's the case." Scott said, dragging Jean out from behind the curtain with him. Dropping to one knee, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. "Jean Susan Grey, will you marry me?" He asked.
"Yes! Are you kidding me? Yes!" Jean wrapped her arms around her new fiancé, and Scott stood up and put one arm around Jean's shoulder, the other one on her
stomach.
"Aawwwwwwww!" Ooed the rest of the institute from behind the curtain. They however stopped short when they realized that Professor X was looking at them.
"The jig is up." Bobby said, standing up and walking up to Kurt. The rest of the institute fallowed from behind the curtain.
"Um. Rogue. I think I owe you an apology." Jean said, breaking from Scott's arms and walking over to her bed, and throwing her arms around the Goth. ZAP! Cue flashy lights. Jean fell backwards into Scott's arms. She wasn't unconscious, because she only touched Rogue for less than one second. However, she was still weak.
Jean and Scott watched as Rogue's upper lip wrinkled in disgust.
"Um. Professor. Then never used a condom." She said, smiling slightly as she said this.
"What?" Growled Logan.
"Relax Logan, Ah'm kiddin' y'all. Owww." Rogue tried to sit up, but the effort was painful.
"And I'm going to insist that you all leave Rogue alone now, to recover. I suggest you all do your homework, or play videogames, or whatever it is you
insist on doing. Chop chop." Xavier clapped his hand together, signifying that they were all to leave immediately. "And Remy."
"Oui?"
"You are still allowed to stay in the guest bedroom that Tabby and Ray made up for you."
"Merci boucoup." Remy said, nodding his head. Remy however, instead of leaving straight away like everyone else did, quick went to Rogue's bedside, and planted a kiss on her forehead, and depositing a king and queen of hearts on her bedside.
~
A/N:
Disclaimer: "What a silly person!"
Got the repetition with 'the rest of the institute behind the curtain.' I was amused by that.
Erm. in the next chapter. Things get a little insane. Since I don't know the comics, and I had a major brain failure. I added some OC's. Don't kill me! Kill Remy!
*AngieX walks into the room and wacks Remy *
Remy: Why did y' hurt Remy?
Because! They are kinda there for comic relief as you will see later. **Mutters about singing and back up disks in bikini's** Yeah. However, as someone is bound to point out: How did I know about Belladonna and Moira? Word of mouth? Does that count?
~ASGT with a headache.
Sorry everyone! My computer has been REALLY SCREWY, so I couldn't post for a LONG time! But to make it up to y'all. I'm posting the last three chapters in this part all for ye! Dance!
Review answers:
Ishandahalf- Yes, he did stab her. Why? Because it is precisely what this doctor ordered! Cosmic forces? Haha, no Logan ass kicking. A semi little bit of Logan-guilt-tripping in future chapters, but you can just kind of tell its'
there, hidden underneath the surface, waiting to pounce. Like my cat!
Rogue77- Tankee for reviewing!
Lid'l Rogue- Updating.
Sage- Because Logan is a confused evil man. No, because he doesn't like 'traitors' and that's what his view of Rogue was. And it causes conflict and an important thing to happen. In this chapter!
AngieX- Your wish is my command..
~
"Um. Mr. Logan, but what if. what if." Amara abandoned this way of tackling
thing, and took matters into her own hands. "Look." Amara reached down and touched Rogue's bare hand. Logan waited for her to fall down, but nothing came. "Her powers aren't working."
"Wait a tick. Her powers aren't working." Logan narrowed his eyes at the two girls.
"And if her powers aren't working."
"Then we have trouble. Big trouble." Logan finished for the Nova Roman. A knock at the door.
"Hello?" Amara asked as she set down the stuffed wolverine that I mentioned in chapter 6, and went to the door of the medlab.
"Who is it?" Logan asked gruffly pacing around the room. If there was a time he ever needed help, it was now.
"Mr. Logan, it's Kurt and Gambit. They wanna talk to Rogue." Amara re- entered the room with out favorite fuzzy blue elf and ragin' Cajun behind her.
"Load of good it'll do them. She's unconscious. And her powers aren't working either." Logan sat down in a chair and took his thermostat full of Roberto's Hot Chocolate with him.
"Dey aren't workin'?" Remy asked curiously, rolling up his sleeves.
"Yeah, Bub. They ain't workin'."
"But ziz means zhat. zhat I can give mien sister a hug! Mien gott. I never thought zhat I could do zhat." Kurt's eyes went wide and he bounded over to the bedside before Logan could protest. Or get up from his seat with hot chocolate and National Enquirer. "Rogue. Marie. who eva you are. mien sister, ((Dang it! Babble fish ain't working, cause of my dysfunctional internet! ***Kicks modem**)) I love you." With that Kurt wrapped his blue fuzzy arms around the unconscious girl and in a strange elvish moment, he kissed he cheek in a brotherly way.
"Awwwwwwwwwww." Cooed Amara, and the rest of the Institute who were behind the door watching the soap opera unfold before their very eyes.
Kurt kept his hand on her bare arm as Remy stepped up to bat.
"Mon chere. Screw Belladonna. Remy loves you. I love you. Don' forget it." Remy then, out doing Kurt, leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh!" The rest of the institute cooed from behind the door. This time, Amara had joined them.
"Elf, Gambit. That's enough." Having finished his article about the moose baby from Saturn 19, he walked over and placed his hand on Rogue's arm absentmindedly. Remy broke from his kiss with the unconscious one, and also
placed his hand on her arm.
"She's unconscious, you ninny!" Logan growled at Remy.
"Oui." Was all he said, before.
Cue the flashy blinky lights that you see in the cartoon when ever Rogue drains someone.
"What was that, Cajun?" Logan looked suspiciously at Remy.
"Remy don' know. Kurt?"
"Vhy are you all looking at me like I deed somezing?" He asked, backing away from the crowd.
"Remy? Kurt? Logan? What happened?" Logan jumped back a foot, Kurt jumped forward a foot, and Remy just stared in disbelief. She was awake. Her eyes open slightly, and her voice sounded weak.
"Remy does not know, chere." He said, looking down at the paling girl, before turning and walking back.
"Wait!" Rogue reached out her hand, and came in contact with Remy's skin. Remy braced himself for the shock, but nothing came.
"Did what I thought just happened, happen?" Bobby asked from behind the curtain.
"Mehbeh," Tabby took the opportunity to quote Dr. Evil in the Austin Powers
movies, compete with pinky to mouth.
"Wait, if he can touch her, maybe I can too. May I?" Kurt asked, looking at
Rogue for permission.
"It's your funeral." She replied shortly. Kurt decided he was willing to take the risk, and reached out one fuzzy blue finger. He waited. Seconds flew by. Nothing happened.
"What happened?" Logan wondered out loud.
"I believe, Logan, that it was a transfer of power side-effect. By you three touching Rogue at once, she acted as a transfer, and in this case, transferred a bit of your healing factor, Logan, to Kurt and Remy. The side effect being that they can touch her." Professor Xavier said, as he wheeled into the room with Mr. McCoy and Storm behind him.
"We can touch her foreva now? Ziz ez great!" Kurt, to show his happiness did a back-flip. He finished with a round of applause from the rest of the institute hiding behind the curtain.
"Alohr! Remy is immensely excited. He and de Chere can touch." Remy just stood there dumbfounded.
"Rogue, what do you have to say about this?" Professor X asked, looking at the injured victim.
"Three things. One, mah back hurts like crazy. Two, Ah love you too, Fuzz- butt. And Three, Scott, Jean, Ah'm sorry an' Scott, Ah'm sorry to tell ya this, but things aren't workin' out for us, Ah'm filing for a divorce. Oh, yeah, and someone, give Logan a level 20 sim, he deserves it." Rogue said with a weak
smile. Mr. McCoy looked confused for a second, but then realized that Scott and Jean were behind the curtain, with the rest of the institute.
"Well, Rogue, if that's the case." Scott said, dragging Jean out from behind the curtain with him. Dropping to one knee, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. "Jean Susan Grey, will you marry me?" He asked.
"Yes! Are you kidding me? Yes!" Jean wrapped her arms around her new fiancé, and Scott stood up and put one arm around Jean's shoulder, the other one on her
stomach.
"Aawwwwwwww!" Ooed the rest of the institute from behind the curtain. They however stopped short when they realized that Professor X was looking at them.
"The jig is up." Bobby said, standing up and walking up to Kurt. The rest of the institute fallowed from behind the curtain.
"Um. Rogue. I think I owe you an apology." Jean said, breaking from Scott's arms and walking over to her bed, and throwing her arms around the Goth. ZAP! Cue flashy lights. Jean fell backwards into Scott's arms. She wasn't unconscious, because she only touched Rogue for less than one second. However, she was still weak.
Jean and Scott watched as Rogue's upper lip wrinkled in disgust.
"Um. Professor. Then never used a condom." She said, smiling slightly as she said this.
"What?" Growled Logan.
"Relax Logan, Ah'm kiddin' y'all. Owww." Rogue tried to sit up, but the effort was painful.
"And I'm going to insist that you all leave Rogue alone now, to recover. I suggest you all do your homework, or play videogames, or whatever it is you
insist on doing. Chop chop." Xavier clapped his hand together, signifying that they were all to leave immediately. "And Remy."
"Oui?"
"You are still allowed to stay in the guest bedroom that Tabby and Ray made up for you."
"Merci boucoup." Remy said, nodding his head. Remy however, instead of leaving straight away like everyone else did, quick went to Rogue's bedside, and planted a kiss on her forehead, and depositing a king and queen of hearts on her bedside.
~
A/N:
Disclaimer: "What a silly person!"
Got the repetition with 'the rest of the institute behind the curtain.' I was amused by that.
Erm. in the next chapter. Things get a little insane. Since I don't know the comics, and I had a major brain failure. I added some OC's. Don't kill me! Kill Remy!
*AngieX walks into the room and wacks Remy *
Remy: Why did y' hurt Remy?
Because! They are kinda there for comic relief as you will see later. **Mutters about singing and back up disks in bikini's** Yeah. However, as someone is bound to point out: How did I know about Belladonna and Moira? Word of mouth? Does that count?
~ASGT with a headache.