Chasing the Flame
Chapter 10: Romancing Rogue
Okay! I get it! We need some Romy. So I bring you this chapter. Happy? I am! Tonight's episode was the one where Logan and Scott were shirtless while they were setting up the satelite dish. Shirtless Wolverine... *Drools for a few minutes*
Speaking of shirtless, I did like that comment about shirtless Piotr, newly evolved^_^ It's inspired me to come up with my next fic! Er... if I ever write it, that is. Has anyone ever done a Piotr/Tabitha? I was thinking about calling it Piotha... *And when Tabitha is the leading lady you'll be sure to get Piotr out of his shirt often! Whoot!* Er... I think they'd make a fun couple to play with, that is^_^;; Enjoy!
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Remy scowled, staring at the building from one of the tree limbs in the massive front yard. He wasn't sure why he was there, but he didn't have anywhere else he had to be. Technically he was still under contract to a dead man. Of course, what did you tell the Thieves Guild? Oh, right, well this massive ancient mutant with more powers than you could imagine killed the old man. In space.
He snorted, thinking of Pyro because of that, then shrugging. No doubt the wonder from down under had found himself a new playmate along the way. He tended to be like that, forgetting people, things, just as soon as they lost his interest. Although he HAD been stuck on that girl of his for longer than usual…
He rolled his eyes, focusing on one of the windows in the castle as it cracked open, a small figure hanging from a sheet before dropping to the ground. It was too small to be male, so he decided to move in.
Rogue cursed slightly as she hit the ground harder than she had planned. "Stupid…" She muttered, standing quickly and looking around wearily before making her way to the trees. She almost screamed as a voice came from behind her.
"You t'inkin o'leavin dis place, chere? Not dat Remy blames you." She whirled, growling slightly at the red-eyed demon smoking a cigarette as though he belonged there.
"What are you doin here, swamp rat?" She gritted out, still uncomfortable from what John had said earlier. "This is X Men territory."
"Ah, Remy know dat." He replied, blowing out a smooth trail of blue smoke. "But Remy, he git lonely up in de tower all by hisself."
"So ya came ta get yer friend back? Well good riddance, I say. He's been bein' a pain."
"You know where Pyro be?" He asked, sounding slightly surprised. "Remy figgered him ta be in jail… or 'nother country by now."
"Ah wish."
"He been botherin you, chere?"
"No. J'st bargin inta rooms. Though it was kinda funny hearin Jean scream…" She hid a grin, a little too late. "Now Ah need ta go ta bed, an' you need ta get outta here fore Logan smells yer cheap cologne."
"Dis no' cheap! Remy stole fr'm de best store in Paris." Rogue rolled her eyes, feeling reluctant to go back to the stifling bedroom, despite what she said. "Ya wanna talk wit dis swamp rat fer a bit? Remy missed you, ya know."
"Yeah. Like I believe that one." She said, her voice laden with sarcasm. "What now, did your dog get kidnapped?"
"Remy don' have a dog. Remy more de cat person."
"Ah hate cats."
"See? Sumtin else we 'ave in common!"
"But- Oh, Ah give up." She snickered a little, unable to help herself.
"Remy like dat. It real pretty."
"Huh?"
"Dat smile. It real pretty, chere. Remy missed dat smile de most." His hand reached up, as though on its own as her eyes got wide. She took a step back, then another, then turned and ran as though he had threatened to kill her. "Filles… crazy breed." He muttered, snuffing out his cigarette and making his way off of the lawn… after he watched her climb up the rope, of course.
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"So… Ya 'ave yer there, their and yer they're! Can ya tell me tha diff'rence, mate?" Pyro grinned, waiting for Jamie to answer as he played with his lighter and vaguely wondered when school got out. He never had found out for sure. Just that it wasn't five.
"They're spelled differently?" Jamie asked, looking down at Pyro's messily scrawled notebook page.
"Yep! But tha's not all! See, that one there…" He pointed to the "There." "Means somethin' tha' ain't here."
"Oh! So if it's not here, then it's there!"
"Exactly! Yer a smart one ya are!" He pointed to the "Their" grinning slightly. "An tha' one means ya 'aveta steal it, cuz it ain't yers."
"You mean… it's theirs?"
"An tha' leaves the they're, huh?"
"Yeah… Does that mean they are? Cuz they took the A out, but other than that…" He grinned as Pyro ruffled his hair. "So does that work for your and you're?"
"Yep! Wha's yours is yours, less you're a thief, mate."
"Why doesn't anybody else explain it like that? They're all so boring that I start to fall asleep…" Jamie complained. He flipped the page, grinning at the doodles of flames on the page.
"Short attention span, mate. Figger if I 'aveta tell ya I might as well make it entertainin." He never looked up from the flame he was playing with as Jamie started working on his homework assignment. He blinked as a car came into the driveway, jumping to his feet, then moaning in pain. Logan had set him up in the danger room for an hour, dodging sharp objects and other dangerous projectiles. He hadn't even realized he HAD muscles in some of the places that hurt.
"Love! Yer back!" He called out as Amara climbed out of the back of Jean's car. "Ya miss me?"
She rolled her eyes, swinging her backpack over her shoulder, and raising one eyebrow. "Black eye?"
"Er… Danger room. Nuthin I couldn't 'andle!" Jaime, who he hadn't noticed following, started to laugh.
"You were almost crying, Pyro! I took pictures!" The kid announced, earning a dirty look.
"Yer not s'posed ta mention tha, mate! I thought you an' me were buds!" He complained, enjoying the way Amara was laughing, even if it was at his expense. "An' I wasn't cryin! I was j'st… wipin tha ash outta me eyes."
"Your… black eyes?"
"Well… they're more blue than black, love…"
"And that's spelled with an RE!" Jamie added happily. Amara blinked, looking from one grinning male to the other.
"O… kay. You've infected Jamie with your insanity. How… nice." She said slowly, making her way past them and to the stairs.
"Wait up, love! Ya promised me a walk'about!" He yelled, chasing after her.
"Oh… right. Can I go put my bag up at least?" She asked, not even bothering to fight him on this. She had learned the hard way that you had to choose your battles wisely with Pyro. He wasn't swayed with logic easily.
"I'll come with ya!"
She twitched slightly. "Um… To my room?"
"Sure th'ng!"
"To put my bookbag down… then leave?"
"Yep!"
"Today must have been more boring than I thought."
"Bloody 'ell, you ave no IDEA!" He replied, blinking as Jamie started laughing.
"Bloody hell! Bloody hell!" The thirteen year old boy snickered. He ran off to tell everyone his new catch phrase, leaving Pyro grinning sheepishly.
"Er… whoops?"
The sound of Ororo shouting his name had Pyro running. Fast. "I can't believe you taught him such a terrible phrase!! He's only a child, St. John!!"
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Chapter 10: Romancing Rogue
Okay! I get it! We need some Romy. So I bring you this chapter. Happy? I am! Tonight's episode was the one where Logan and Scott were shirtless while they were setting up the satelite dish. Shirtless Wolverine... *Drools for a few minutes*
Speaking of shirtless, I did like that comment about shirtless Piotr, newly evolved^_^ It's inspired me to come up with my next fic! Er... if I ever write it, that is. Has anyone ever done a Piotr/Tabitha? I was thinking about calling it Piotha... *And when Tabitha is the leading lady you'll be sure to get Piotr out of his shirt often! Whoot!* Er... I think they'd make a fun couple to play with, that is^_^;; Enjoy!
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Remy scowled, staring at the building from one of the tree limbs in the massive front yard. He wasn't sure why he was there, but he didn't have anywhere else he had to be. Technically he was still under contract to a dead man. Of course, what did you tell the Thieves Guild? Oh, right, well this massive ancient mutant with more powers than you could imagine killed the old man. In space.
He snorted, thinking of Pyro because of that, then shrugging. No doubt the wonder from down under had found himself a new playmate along the way. He tended to be like that, forgetting people, things, just as soon as they lost his interest. Although he HAD been stuck on that girl of his for longer than usual…
He rolled his eyes, focusing on one of the windows in the castle as it cracked open, a small figure hanging from a sheet before dropping to the ground. It was too small to be male, so he decided to move in.
Rogue cursed slightly as she hit the ground harder than she had planned. "Stupid…" She muttered, standing quickly and looking around wearily before making her way to the trees. She almost screamed as a voice came from behind her.
"You t'inkin o'leavin dis place, chere? Not dat Remy blames you." She whirled, growling slightly at the red-eyed demon smoking a cigarette as though he belonged there.
"What are you doin here, swamp rat?" She gritted out, still uncomfortable from what John had said earlier. "This is X Men territory."
"Ah, Remy know dat." He replied, blowing out a smooth trail of blue smoke. "But Remy, he git lonely up in de tower all by hisself."
"So ya came ta get yer friend back? Well good riddance, I say. He's been bein' a pain."
"You know where Pyro be?" He asked, sounding slightly surprised. "Remy figgered him ta be in jail… or 'nother country by now."
"Ah wish."
"He been botherin you, chere?"
"No. J'st bargin inta rooms. Though it was kinda funny hearin Jean scream…" She hid a grin, a little too late. "Now Ah need ta go ta bed, an' you need ta get outta here fore Logan smells yer cheap cologne."
"Dis no' cheap! Remy stole fr'm de best store in Paris." Rogue rolled her eyes, feeling reluctant to go back to the stifling bedroom, despite what she said. "Ya wanna talk wit dis swamp rat fer a bit? Remy missed you, ya know."
"Yeah. Like I believe that one." She said, her voice laden with sarcasm. "What now, did your dog get kidnapped?"
"Remy don' have a dog. Remy more de cat person."
"Ah hate cats."
"See? Sumtin else we 'ave in common!"
"But- Oh, Ah give up." She snickered a little, unable to help herself.
"Remy like dat. It real pretty."
"Huh?"
"Dat smile. It real pretty, chere. Remy missed dat smile de most." His hand reached up, as though on its own as her eyes got wide. She took a step back, then another, then turned and ran as though he had threatened to kill her. "Filles… crazy breed." He muttered, snuffing out his cigarette and making his way off of the lawn… after he watched her climb up the rope, of course.
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"So… Ya 'ave yer there, their and yer they're! Can ya tell me tha diff'rence, mate?" Pyro grinned, waiting for Jamie to answer as he played with his lighter and vaguely wondered when school got out. He never had found out for sure. Just that it wasn't five.
"They're spelled differently?" Jamie asked, looking down at Pyro's messily scrawled notebook page.
"Yep! But tha's not all! See, that one there…" He pointed to the "There." "Means somethin' tha' ain't here."
"Oh! So if it's not here, then it's there!"
"Exactly! Yer a smart one ya are!" He pointed to the "Their" grinning slightly. "An tha' one means ya 'aveta steal it, cuz it ain't yers."
"You mean… it's theirs?"
"An tha' leaves the they're, huh?"
"Yeah… Does that mean they are? Cuz they took the A out, but other than that…" He grinned as Pyro ruffled his hair. "So does that work for your and you're?"
"Yep! Wha's yours is yours, less you're a thief, mate."
"Why doesn't anybody else explain it like that? They're all so boring that I start to fall asleep…" Jamie complained. He flipped the page, grinning at the doodles of flames on the page.
"Short attention span, mate. Figger if I 'aveta tell ya I might as well make it entertainin." He never looked up from the flame he was playing with as Jamie started working on his homework assignment. He blinked as a car came into the driveway, jumping to his feet, then moaning in pain. Logan had set him up in the danger room for an hour, dodging sharp objects and other dangerous projectiles. He hadn't even realized he HAD muscles in some of the places that hurt.
"Love! Yer back!" He called out as Amara climbed out of the back of Jean's car. "Ya miss me?"
She rolled her eyes, swinging her backpack over her shoulder, and raising one eyebrow. "Black eye?"
"Er… Danger room. Nuthin I couldn't 'andle!" Jaime, who he hadn't noticed following, started to laugh.
"You were almost crying, Pyro! I took pictures!" The kid announced, earning a dirty look.
"Yer not s'posed ta mention tha, mate! I thought you an' me were buds!" He complained, enjoying the way Amara was laughing, even if it was at his expense. "An' I wasn't cryin! I was j'st… wipin tha ash outta me eyes."
"Your… black eyes?"
"Well… they're more blue than black, love…"
"And that's spelled with an RE!" Jamie added happily. Amara blinked, looking from one grinning male to the other.
"O… kay. You've infected Jamie with your insanity. How… nice." She said slowly, making her way past them and to the stairs.
"Wait up, love! Ya promised me a walk'about!" He yelled, chasing after her.
"Oh… right. Can I go put my bag up at least?" She asked, not even bothering to fight him on this. She had learned the hard way that you had to choose your battles wisely with Pyro. He wasn't swayed with logic easily.
"I'll come with ya!"
She twitched slightly. "Um… To my room?"
"Sure th'ng!"
"To put my bookbag down… then leave?"
"Yep!"
"Today must have been more boring than I thought."
"Bloody 'ell, you ave no IDEA!" He replied, blinking as Jamie started laughing.
"Bloody hell! Bloody hell!" The thirteen year old boy snickered. He ran off to tell everyone his new catch phrase, leaving Pyro grinning sheepishly.
"Er… whoops?"
The sound of Ororo shouting his name had Pyro running. Fast. "I can't believe you taught him such a terrible phrase!! He's only a child, St. John!!"
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