Notes: Am quite dissatisfied with this chapter. Have re-written already, and still cannot seem to get it right. However, in order to meet personal deadlines, must post it. Hope no one it too offended at my horrid action scenes. Will probably end up revising this eventually, so if anyone has any helpful comments [critiques or hate mail], they would be appreciated.
In other news, severe sunburn, birthdays (Am now 20! Go me!), over affectionate pets, and very small and very talkative children are not conductive to writing. Oh, and I was out of town for a bit.
Oh, and go see Pirates of the Caribbean. [If just to see my ultra sexy Johnny Depp as a pirate. That part was made for him, I tell you. And I am in love. Am definitely considering a career in piracy now. ^.^]
Apparently, everyone loves Pyro. So, due to popular demand, he will be appearing more than I had originally intended in this fic!

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5/?
Had A Bad Day Again
ChaosCat
10 July 2003

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Little girl: "Mister...can I ask you a question?"
Wolverine: "Sure, darlin"
Little girl: "Are you...are you Spider-Man?"
Wolverine: "No, darlin'...Spider-Man's a sissy."
[Wolverine 181]

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Under any other circumstances, it could have possibly been funny. The way everyone in the room froze as the door exploded inward under the unmistakable crimson blast that could have only one source. Wooden fragments showered over the room, the dust clearing to reveal the newest arrivals. St. John actually dropped his teacup, which shattered upon hitting the coffee table, spilling the dark liquid all him. Sabretooth shifted his attention from Rogue just for a moment, a growl beginning to rumble deep in his throat, nostrils flared as he sniffed the air. A group of very displeased X-Men were now standing in the doorway.

SNIKT!

A streak of black leather and adamantium struck the larger mutant. There was a resounding, snarling bellow as the two collided with bone crushing force. Before anyone could quite process what had just occurred, the two most savage mutants genetics (with a little help from science) had ever produced had smashed into the far wall, wood splintering under their weight.

Piotr rose, his muscular frame instantly glistening as his skin was replaced with the hard metallic covering. The Russian did not look happy. Though at the moment, no one looked happy. Well, there was that one exception.

"Oh shite." St. John remarked rather cheerily, pulling a lighter from the pocket of his shorts

Rogue agreed with his sentiment wholeheartedly, if not his jovial demeanor. There was only one way this could end. Badly. The X-Men had arrived, which was a good thing for her. But there was a good chance she wouldn't be getting out of here anytime soon, wasn't there? Especially considering Wolverine and Sabretooth were now remodeling the place. Not that she wasn't grateful to Logan; she just hoped that he kicked Creed's ass in the most painful way possible. Quickly.

"Rogue!"

Someone called her name. Was that Kitty?

Another burst from Cyclops caught her eye, this one aimed at Gambit. The Cajun merely angled his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the blast, which hit the opposite window and shattered it, showering the room with slivers of glass. The move was gracefully executed, as if he had anticipated the attack. One hand pulled a handful of cards from an inner pocket of his coat.

"No!" She yelled, rising from the chair.

She was, unfortunately too late. Gambit flicked one of the cards, now blazing with the brilliant kinetic energy, at the group of X-Men in the doorway with an almost lazy gesture. It landed at Cyclops's feet. The team scattered into the room, escaping the explosion. Rogue grabbed Gambit's arm, as the Cajun had just positioned himself in front of her. Her gloved fingers gripped his forearm tightly as she pulled him to face her.

"Stop this!" She hissed up at him.

Their faces were very close in that moment when their eyes locked. The proximity of -him- registering just as their eyes met. Then, she promptly forgot. Those exotic eyes of his, a splash of red in a sea of black. They were hypnotic, beckoning. Beautiful, she realized, and then berated herself for thinking such things about him. He was the enemy. And annoying. And she hated him. Rogue wasn't supposed to be noticing how nice his eyes were. She was supposed to be fighting him. But she wasn't, was she? She was the first to avert her gaze as Wolverine crashed through a bookshelf.

"Don't t'ink I can, Rogue." He gestured.

She looked.

So much for an unspoken truce.

***

St. John had flicked on the lighter. Such a tiny fire source would seem like a paltry weapon, but when held in the hands of the rather unbalanced Aussie, it was much more. He grinned broadly, showing two rows of very white teeth. It was, of course, very hard to look threatening while wearing a faded Led Zeppelin shirt and shorts, but somehow, the Aussie managed.

"Time for a lil' entertainment!"

Flames leapt from the lighter into the palm of his hand. From there, the deadly flame sprang forth taking the shape of a giant feline creation. The blazing beast, under John's direction, went right at Cyclops. Having just narrowly escaped from being blown into tiny pieces by Gambit, the mutant turned to face the new threat, one hand going up to shield his face from the intensity of the flames fast approaching.

The fire creature leapt for Cyclops, paws of flame spread, and then abruptly collided with something in mid-air, losing form and splattering over the invisible barrier, mere feet from its target. The flames, although the form dispelled, had not completely disappeared. The carpet was quite flammable, and it caught alight with ease.

Pyro looked perplexed for a moment.

"Wot the bloody 'ell?" He muttered.

Cyclops turned to see Jean Grey standing across the room, hand outstretched with fingers splayed. Her telekinetic shield had saved him from being extra crispy. He shot her a grateful look. St. John saw her as well, his eyes lighting up. He turned toward the telepath.

"Ah, the little Sheila comes ta play?" He laughed. "Sounds like fun."

"Jean!"

Ready to defend the object of his undying affection from the psycho, Cyclops tapped the side of his visor, and one of those optic blasts shot forth. St. John's eyes widened and he danced to the side to dodge the dangerous burst of energy, flame printed flip-flops flapping as he did so. The Australian let out something very close to a giggle.

"Missed?"

The flames danced around him merrily, quite like little gnomes doing a jig.

Cyclops frowned, and took a step toward the firebug, ready to let loose another of his blasts. He was stopped, quite suddenly, as the massive figure of Piotr Rasputin suddenly blocked his view. He swiped at Cyclops with one beefy metal hand, leaving the much smaller teen to leap back on the defensive.

"I think perhaps, you should worry about me," the Russian stated grimly.

***

Sabretooth landed a punch squarely on the jaw of his adversary, and Wolverine fell back, claws pulling out of Creed's flesh with a wet sound. It didn't seem to slow the bigger man down, however, as the two launched themselves at each other once again. Their battle was something endless. It would never truly stop. It was only put on hold from time to time. They would not be finished until one of them died, which taking into account that they both possessed a rather amazing healing factor, would be quite some time. Or, perhaps not so long, considering the way they were smacking each other around.

This battle, however, was fueled by something more than their mutual hatred of each other. Logan was enraged. Not just at the mere sight of Creed, which was usually enough, but at the sight of Creed threatening Rogue.

Logan hadn't been privy to the entire exchange between Rogue and Creed, but he'd heard enough to be infuriated. He would have been proud of Rogue for standing up to Sabretooth, if he wasn't so furious at her for provoking him. The girl knew better. But then, she'd always been brash, something he couldn't really fault her for. He had been the one who had launched himself at Sabretooth just as soon as Cykes had blasted the door in. Luckily, Creed had been preoccupied with Rogue, and had not noticed them approaching.

Creed let out a roar throwing himself at Wolverine, who was ready for him. A flurry of claws, fur, and trench coat, the two were locked once more. This time taking out the kitchen table, and a few decorative vases in their grappling match. However, with one placed kick to the back of the knee, Creed went down. Only for a second, however, as he rolled up, swiping Wolverine as the adamantium-clawed mutant went in for the kill.

They had both drawn blood at this point, although the wounds would not last long. Logan sported a long gash down the side of his face. Creed had scarcely missed his right eye, and had left the bone exposed, white and gleaming wetly under the lights. Sabretooth was sporting three gaping holes beneath his left collarbone in return. He had narrowly avoided a punctured lung. He was also sporting a long gash on his arm as well. Both were curtsey of Wolverine's adamantium claws. If they had been human, both of them probably would have been dead.

As it was, if they continued bashing each other around, the possibility of that happening before the day was over was increasing.

Wolverine swiped at Creed. The hairy man moved much quicker than many would have expected, considering his bulk. He ducked beneath the lethal claws, and surged forward. The results were in his favor, as he toppled Wolverine over. Once his opponent was on the ground, Creed lunged, intent upon finishing him off. It was not to be, as Logan planted the heel of his boot squarely in the center of Creed's chest as he went down. He kicked off, using Sabretooth's momentum against him. The Acolyte was pitched over Logan and landed on his back, smashing through the kitchen table before hitting the ground.

Both men were back on their feet in a flash. Creed growling as he shook himself, bits of wood falling from his hulking form. He stalked towards his rival, flinging anything that might hazard to be in his path away from him. One of the chairs flew at Logan, who did little more than swing a clawed fist at it, cleaving the chair neatly in two, in mid-air, and knocking it away.

The two men circled each other, awaiting an opening.

***

"Then Ah'll stop it." Resolutely, the Goth dropped Gambit's arm.

Rogue took a step forward, attempting to shove him out of her way. She was not; however, expecting the rather large chunk of what was once a chair to be headed her way, curtsey of the Sabretooth/Wolverine battle underway. She saw the projectile out of the corner of her eye just as Gambit snaked one arm around her waist, yanking her back. The chair whizzed by her nose and then followed its trajectory, crashing into far wall. And then through it, leaving the room beyond partially exposed.

"I think maybe de femme need to watch where she goes." The Cajun whispered in her ear.

His breath tickled her cheek. She realized then how very close they were. And inexplicably, she shivered. His arm was still around him. This was not supposed to be happening. She was supposed to be fighting against him now, right? Not practically leaning against him. She pulled away forcefully, turning to frown up at him severely.

"Ah think you need to watch your hands, Cajun."

BAMF!

Something large, blue, and furry struck Gambit from behind. Or rather, it was someone, the stench of brimstone filling the air almost immediately.

"Get your hands off meine Schwester!"

The move was so unexpected that the Cajun, even with his extraordinary reflexes, could do little more than twist his body to grab a hold of his attacker before the two of them hit the ground. They rolled for a moment, Gambit coming out on top. Rogue moved back, in danger of becoming entangled with the two combatants.

"Kurt!"

Nightcrawler was furious, and it showed. Howevever, that was not helping him in this fight. It apparent almost immediately who the victor would be. Kurt was quick, but his opponent was quicker, and had more experience in a brawl. Still, the X-Man was not about to give up easily. He kicked at his adversary viciously.

"Kurt!" Rogue was beginning to get exasperated. "Stop!"

The Cajun clearly had the upper hand at this point, and it was only a few moments before he had Nightcrawler down. Kurt was pinned, the side of his face pressed to the ground. One of his arms was twisted behind him expertly and held there by Gambit, his knee positioned between the younger boy's shoulderblades, keeping him pinned. In his free hand, Gambit held a playing card.

"Really mon ami, I don't think you want to do dis." He warned.

"Let him up!" Rogue demanded, striding toward the two of them.

Nightcrawler wasn't listening to Gambit. He was too busy struggling, abeit futilely against his captor. Soon, he'd struggled himself out, and laid there, panting.

"Rogue! Run!" He yelled desperately.

She would have been touched by his concern, if she weren't so worried about Gambit possibly breaking his arm. Or blowing him into tiny pieces. Rogue ripped off her glove, reaching out to the Cajun. He watched her approach, but did nothing to stop her. She hesitated, something in his expression causing her to pause. Her hand hovered inches from his face.

"Ah am warning ya, Gambit. Let him go." No one messed with her family. Not even sexy Cajun men who were entirely too cocky for their own good.

"Calm down, mon ami." Gambit told Kurt, although his eyes were fixed upon Rogue.

Still, she hesitated to touch him. For a moment, they remained like that, her fingertips just a few scant inches from his skin. His expression almost challenging. Almost kind. It was a paradox. Then, with deliberate slowness, Gambit rolled off Kurt, rising to his feet. He moved like a big, lazy feline, and definitely not the house pet variety.

BAMF!

As soon as Kurt was able to move freely, he'd teleported to her side, pulling her away from the Acolyte. Rogue frowned, turning to look at her teammate, but Nightcrawler was looking elsewhere. He had interposed himself between her and Gambit, shielding her from the 'bad guy.' It was both chivalrous, and somewhat annoying.

She watched them both. The Cajun held up both his hands, looking as harmless as possible. He was grinning, still looking quite amused with the entire escapade. Typical of him, wasn't it? She thought savagely. Stand there and be charming while everyone else in the place had gone crazy. Kurt was watching him warily; ready to attack once again, although the results would more than likely end up the same.

"Kurt," she said again, pulling at his arm so that he would look at her. "Listen to me –"

"Rogue! Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He paused here, sneering at Gambit. "Ve've been looking everyvhere for you!"

Nightcrawler put a hand on her shoulder, his eyes so wide and earnest. He had been worried about her. He cared about her. It made Rogue want to hug him. But she wouldn't allow herself that. It would require her pushing aside that wall she'd worked so hard to build.

"Kurt, Ah'm fine." She stated. "It's not lahke ya'all think. We gotta stop this!"

"Vhat? They are the enemy. And they kidnapped you!"

"No, they didn't."

"But ve heard Sabretooth threatening you!"

"Ya know, Chere, ya best be hurrying dis up."

The sound of the sliding glass door shattering had caught their attention for just a moment.

"Shut up, Gumbo." She snapped, turning back to Kurt. "Ya gotta trust me on this one. No one kidnapped me. At least not successfully. But we gotta stop this an' get everyone outta here."

Everything had gone to hell if she was the voice of reason, Rogue silently mused, although without much mirth.

***

Tiny black spots exploded in his vision as the back of his head slammed against the floor. Cyclops blinked, fighting back the pain, and the disorientation that came with it. Was that the ceiling or the floor above him? For just a moment, he wasn't quite sure. He shook his head, still flat on his back where the Russian had thrown him. The blow had hurt, a lot. But he knew that Colossus was holding back, although he couldn't understand why. Cyclops was losing at the moment. His less powerful optic blasts seemed to have little effect on the much bigger mutant.

He wiped blood from his throbbing lip. He wasn't about to give up, however. His teammates, his friends, were in danger. The Russian advanced as Scott scrambled to his feet unsteadily. The metallic mutant pulled his fist back to land another blow on the X-Men's leader, only to pause as a sudden weight settled on his arm.

He pulled his arm up, looking for the source of the problem. It wasn't hard to find. Clinging haphazardly to his forearm was a girl, her legs dangling as he lifted her to eye level. She was a pretty little thing, big brown eyes and cupid lips. Her weight was nothing more than a slight hamper to him, but a bit of a deterrent, nonetheless. The charming female smiled at him sheepishly. Scott shook his head, taking in the scene before him. Kitty had come to his rescue.

"Umm, hi?" Shadowcat offered from her dangling position.

The Acolyte seemed uncertain for a moment as to how to deal with her. Twisting his upper body, he reached up with his other hand to pluck the sprite from his arm by the back of her shirt collar. She had other ideas, however, as she choose that moment to become intangible, escaping his grip. She dropped through the ground, fingers phasing through his arm as well.

By that time, Scott had found his footing, and treated the Russian to another optic blast, this one much more powerful than the others. Colossus stumbled under the blow, planting his feet as he was pushed backwards several feet. Once he regained his balance, he frowned, turning back to his original opponent. Kitty had rallied at Scott's side by now, asking about his bruised lip in a plaintive tone. He shrugged her off. The Russian was returning for Round Two.

***

Everything was burning. The carpet. The walls. Flames were creeping up the curtains behind her, steadily threatening to overpower her. Jean Grey was holding her own against the slightly psychopathic Acolyte. How long she could manage to do so was questionable. Pyro seemed to be a boundless source of energy, and even without his dual flamethrowers, he was a threat.

She had been able to either repel or avoid all of his attacks thus far. Pyro hadn't given her much time in between to launch her own offensive, unless she wanted to be burned. He didn't seem to care much about burning the interior, which explained why the fire was spreading so quickly. She'd avoided the largest patches of fire by luring him away from the main part of the suite, down the hallway.

It had been like part of some intricate dance. St. John's wild burst of fire against her telekinetic blasts. Neither of them had even hit each other yet. There was no place to retreat to at the moment, as her back was to the window.

"Come on, Red! Don't run from lil old me!" St. John called out playfully. " I'm not gonna hurt ya."

There was a pause, as if he were seriously considering that statement.

"Well, not a lot anyway."

He was approaching her again, his jaunty stride unmistakable. The smoke was rising around her. It was easy to ignore for the moment, but she knew it could be trouble in the future. The flames flared up around her, a sure sign that Pyro was feeling frisky at the moment.

"Now, luv," he remarked merrily. "Let's have a bit of fun, shall we?"

The flames roared to life, leaping at her from the ground at her feet. Jean reacted instantly. She gestured with one of her hands, creating a telekinetic bubble around herself, and at the same time, lifted herself from the ground with the same force. She was almost not quick enough. Did he singe her hair? He better pray that he hadn't.

"Let's not." Jean responded.

With a flick of her hand, one of the hallway doors flew open, nearly ripping itself off its hinges. It happened to be the one St. John was currently passing. The abrupt movement took him entirely by surprise. This resulted in Pyro getting slammed. The door hit him squarely and he tumbled backwards on his backside. The lighter tumbled from his grasp, landing on the floor next to him.

"Ouch! Me arse!" He sat there for a moment, rubbing his forehead. "That was unnecessary, Red."

The blow hadn't hurt him, just caused him to lose his concentration. The flames around Jean began to die down. Not entirely, but it was a start. A sudden urge to cough overtook her, and she did so, getting a lungful of smoke in the process. She was forced to drop back to the ground, overtaken by the smoke.

St. John took the opportunity to rise, dusting himself off with exaggerated care. He retrieved his lighter in a swift movement as Jean continued coughing. Pyro grinned, inhaling deeply.

"Nothing like the smell of burning X-Men in the morning, eh?" He chuckled as he approached.

***

Smoke billowed in the air, wafting down the hall to the main room. It was impossible to miss, as the air began to become thick with it. It made everything hazy, like an overcast day settling into fog. It was of no concern to Wolverine or Sabretooth. Even with their enhanced senses, the two men were unaware of anything else but their opposition, the onset of rage beginning to prickle in their minds.

They were the flipped side of the same coin. Both the results of untold experimentations in the mysterious Weapon X Project. Both involved in the fight for mutant kind. Only the sides they choice in that battle differed. What then, made them so different from each other?

Creed lunged at Wolverine, his thick fingers going for the smaller man's neck. His intention to dig those sharp claws into his opponent's throat. Wolverine was quick to counter. He took a step back, pivoting as he grabbed Sabretooth's wrists. While Creed's balance was offset, Logan moved. Using his enemy's momentum against him, he swung the larger mutant around. With a sharp shove, Sabretooth was sent backwards, right into the balcony door. Or rather, right through it. Creed's weight, coupled with the push, was more than enough to shatter the sliding glass door, sending glass everywhere. Wolverine followed, claws out. There would be no more holding back on this round.

The balcony was small, a slight misstep would cause either of them quite a tumble. The drop was forty-two stories high. Sabretooth landed another blow on Wolverine as he stepped through the frame of the door. It caught him in the solar plexus, ribs cracking under the force of the blow. Wolverine doubled over involuntarily, his muscles contracting. The next blow caught him in the jaw, stars exploding in his vision. The gloves were off now. If Logan had been a normal human, that blow could have snapped his neck.

Logan growled, shaking his head to clear it and bringing those deadly claws up to swipe at Sabretooth. The bulky mutant stepped back, but the claws caught him across the chest, digging three shallow furrows across his skin. It was enough to push him away though, at least for a moment.

Sabretooth snarled, flashing canines more akin to fangs than to teeth. Then he was moving again, toward Logan. Wolverine shifted his weight, lowering himself just a bit. He was ready for him.

But as it would pan out, he needn't be. The sky turned black, clouds rolling with a vengeance. Thunder crashed violently. It happened so quickly, the two fighters didn't really have time to register what it meant. Sabretooth was in mid-leap as the lightning flashed above, arcing down to strike him solidly. The light was blinding, Logan threw an arm up to shield his eyes from the white brilliance. The floor beneath him rumbled with the force of that blast. Sabretooth let out a roar of agony and rage. The clash of thunder deafening. The stench of burnt hair and flesh filled his nostrils. Then it was over. Victor Creed collapsed upon the concrete balcony. Unconscious, but not dead. Wolverine knew he would heal. He didn't have to ponder the phenomena long.

The smell of rain in the air. The wind brought the sweet fragrance, heralding her arrival. He looked skyward. She floated, white hair billowing about her like some avenging Goddess descending from the heavens. Storm had arrived.

"My apologies for the delay." As always, her words were spoken with that soft authority.

"Hell, 'Ro, you sure know how to make an entrance," Wolverine retorted, feeling the bestial rage subside.

She only smiled serenely at him.

***

There was really little else she could do. Her authority was shaky at best, but she had to try something, before this went on any longer. She was going to tear her hair out. Ignoring both Kurt and Gambit, who were staring at one another rather intensely at the moment (Gambit still looked amused, which infuriated Kurt), she drew herself up to her full height. And screamed.

"ENOUGH!"

Her screech might have been ignored almost entirely, if at that exact moment, Storm had not brought down the force of the heavens upon Sabretooth. The room shook, the building rocking on its foundations. It even startled Rogue, who had not been expecting that.

As the blinding burst of lightning overtook Creed, all movement inside the suite came to a halt. The very floor beneath them had been rumbling ominously. The fear of the building collapsing had put an end to the fighting, for the moment. All eyes were riveted to the now faintly smoking form of Sabretooth lying on the balcony.

"Oy, who ordered the barbie?" St. John's remark's cut through the silence. Even he had stopped setting things on fire and menacing Jean to watch the proceedings. No one seemed to be paying much attention to him though.

Storm landed on the balcony gracefully, her cape fanning out behind her. It was like she simply took a step from the air to the ground. Then, she and Wolverine stepped into the interior, leaving Creed where he lay. Now that his foe was no longer a threat, he seemed much calmer than before.

"I suppose asking for an explanation would be less informative and more of a headache?" Ororo Monroe's voice cut into them sharply.

For a moment, no one spoke. Then, it was a rush.

"Magneto's goons like, kidnapped Rogue!" Kitty was the first to speak.

"Oh sure, blame us!" St. John rolled his eyes.

"Mon ami." Gambit cut in. "You burnin' de house down again."

"Oh! Right!" St. John grinned maniacally. With a gesture and a bit of concentration, the fires were out, leaving smoldering, blackened walls, furniture, and carpet. " Anyway, you yahoos attacked first."

"You were threatening her!" That was Scott, the angry edge in his voice catching Rogue's attention. There was concern there as well. Jean was now standing next to him. Weren't they just the perfect couple?

"That wasn't me!"

"Doesn't change the fact that you kidnapped her!"

"They didn't kidnap me." Rogue stepped forward, sighing. A silence settled over the group once again. "Ah think Ah can explain. . . . sorta."

Just looking at the faces of the two adults before her, not to mention those of her teammates, Rogue just knew she was going to be in a lot of trouble. She glanced at Gambit, who was at her side. The Cajun was wearing that same smug smirk, watching her unease.

She wished then more than ever she had something to hit him with. Something big, heavy, and painful.

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Umm, I think that's a good place to end it. I really don't like this chapter at all. I think it was supposed to go differently, but then Storm showed up. And Pyro went to play with Jean. Hope no one was bored? The next chapter will get back to the actual plot of this, and take place back at the Institute, primarily. And there will be an appearance by Magneto. Maybe even another scene with our evil villian-type folks. If ya'll want that? For all those reviewers who are waiting so patiently, I swear the Romyness is coming! I swear it! These things take time. You just cannot rush true love, ya know.
I love Rogue/Remy relationship in the comics, but EVO Rogue is a bit different. I don't think she'd fall into his arms as easily. They have to work out their attraction first.
I get so happy when I get reviews. I want to write each and every one of you back as soon as I get them! Then I have to wait. So it inspires me to write faster!

Carla – Alright, I am tracking down Hugh Jackman. But I get a hug from him too, okay? Yeah, I like my Rogue to be stubborn. Creed is a big bully. And Gambit? He's a man-whore, but we love him anyway. ^.^ Except Rogue, but she will. . eventually.
Girl Number 1 -- Glad you liked the bad guys ^.^ I love the Acolytes, and I really want to see more of them in the show. Pyro is my new favorite. He's so lovable and insane! Bad Boys, eh? Never thought about a theme song before. Hmmmmm. . . .Oh, and I do believe Wanda may show up later. She and Rogue would either get along smashingly. Or kill each other.
Rogue Worrior Spirit -- You are close! So close in your guessing. But not quite. I love Pyro too! He makes me happy! Don't worry, there will be more of him in this!
Makura Koneko -- *gives you Acolyte plushies to hug* Your review is, as always, wonderful and appreciated
Ishandahalf -- I will share Pyro with ya ^.^ I don't think he'd mind. But I have to agree. His insanity is attractive, in a weird, Australian sorta way. And he will show up more! I promise you will get ROMY soon. She's gotta fight with him a bit more, ya know? Then comes the fluff!
girl4chat86 -- Rietro? Can't say I am fond of that. Don't really understand it, I guess. I mean, I've seen no evidence in the show for them to be even remotely interested in each other? Don't have anything against it, mind you. And your guess is right on the money. Sorta.
cool-chick-rae -- Pyro's hair. Hmmm. I thought it was sorta reddish blonde? I dunno. Maybe he is a strawberry blonde? Or maybe it is red. I could be totally off base. I am glad you think I have everyone in character! Thanks a bundle!
Taineyah -- Thanks for reviewing! I thought I'd lost ya! I am glad you like Rogue and Remy fighting. There is just sooo much FF mush running about, I thought I'd try something a bit different. And hitting him with a candlestick? Hmmm, I will try my damnest to work that in. Just for you!
Jeshichah Grey -- Wheee! Thanks a lot for your very kind praise! Apocalypse is a villain from the comic books, who is mentioned in a few episodes of EVO. (Mindbender and Under Lock and Key) He is pretty powerful, and really evil.
bunny angel – Hope this fight was satisfactory?

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