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~1LiLRoGuE / KaTe~
PS Answers to some questions:
1) Why did Wolverine and Rogue lose their memories?
1 A) You'll find out as the story goes on
2) Cyclops is dead?
2A) Not saying but keep reading to find out…^-^
3) Wolverine killed two guys?
3A) Yup. And you'll find out why more towards the ending….
Also, I'm going to be setting up a website for all my fan fiction, so look forward to it! ~1LiLRoGuE~
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"So what ahre we gonna do now, shugah?"
Rachel asked as James finished his food.
"I dunno. We're gonna hafta pull a eat-an-run, though. I ain't got a wallet."
He glanced at the waitress behind the counter.
Rachel watched him with a grin.
"Yah're checking her out, shugah!" She teased, poking him in his muscled chest.
James started.
"Was not," He lied sheepishly.
Rachel giggled.
"Yah ahre such ah bad liah! Yah so weah checking her out."
James scowled.
"An if I was?" He asked sulkily.
Rachel shrugged.
"Ah dunno, shugah, it's just that we ain't even said good baih yet an yah're alreadahy thinking about getting laid again!"
James growled.
"Yeah, well, maybe y' were such a bore in bed that I gotta find my business elsewhere."
Rachel paled.
"I didn't mean that," James said immediately, giving himself a mental kick as he realized what he had just said.
The girl across lowered her head.
"Naw, yah're probably raight, shugah. Ah probably * was * ah boah in bed. It's just th' kinda person ah am."
She shook herself.
"Not that it's impoahtant! We got a lot t' do, shugah. We have t' faind out who we ahre an just wheah the heck we belong."
James nodded and pushed away his plate.
The waitress he had been eyeing came over and collected their dishes, studying James out of the corner of her kohl lined eyes.
"Would you like the check now, sir?" She purred in a seductive tone.
James thought fast.
"Er---yeah---kin yah leave it on th' table here, darlin'? Me an my friend here hafta use th' washroom."
He slid out of the booth and pulled Rachel up, hauling her towards the bathroom.
The waitress raised her eyebrows.
"Umm…isn't your friend a lady?" She asked as he pushed open the door to the men's room.
"Cross dresser," James called back nonchalantly as the door swung shut behind them.
Rachel glared at him.
"What was that?!" She asked, scowling.
James grinned.
"S whatcha call quick thinkin'. Now lets git a window outta here or at th' least cut our way free."
He put his hands on her hips and gently steered her towards the back of the washroom.
"Our luck," He said with a grin as he saw a window situated in a nice spot for escape.
He heaved Rachel up on the counter and kissed her quickly.
"What was that foah?" She asked, her eyes wondering.
"Fer this," James answered apologetically, hurling her out of the window.
"Ouch!" She cried as she landed.
He stood up on the counter and pushed himself through the opening in the wall.
"Ooofph!" He said as he impacted the cement.
Getting to his feet, he looked around until he spotted his friend sitting against the wall of the building.
"Y' okay?" He asked, kneeling before her and gently running his fingers over her shoulders.
"Yes," She said with a scowl.
"Get up, then. We gotta keep movin' 'fore they figure out what the hell happened."
He helped Rachel to her feet, wincing as she groaned.
"Y' sure yer okay?"
Rachel nodded and swallowed hard.
"Ah think ah maight've sprained mah ankle, though," She said painfully.
James sighed.
"I'll carry yeh," He said, sweeping her up into his arms before she could protest.
"Anythin' else hurt?"
Rachel snuggled up to his broad, well-developed chest, putting her ear to his heart.
"No," She said with a small sigh.
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"Professor?"
Professor Xavier looked up from his lunch to see his best student, the redheaded telepath/telekinetic Jean Grey-Summers, widower of the mutant codenamed Cyclops.
"Ah, Jean!" He said with a smile.
"What brings you to my office at this hour?"
Jean folded her hands.
"I'm sorry to interrupt on your lunch, Professor, but I think there is something you need to come see."
The Professor nodded.
"Lead the way, my dear," He said with no hint of annoyance in his benign voice.
From prior experience, whenever Jean said he needed to investigate something, she was right---always giving him information of the utmost importance to keeping the school on the level.
After a few minutes, they reached the tv room---named so for its many television sets that each displayed different news channel so as to inform them of every angle the press would take.
Jean pointed to one screen exclusively.
The Professor leaned forward in interest as the news reporter shuffled her papers and began to speak.
' In the news today...the brutal slaughtering of two men at the Manhattan Port Hotel has investigators scratching their heads as to the cause of such a horrific murder..
' The two men---Brian Jacobson, age 34, and Theodore Green, 43, where stabbed by what is described as an 'Adult Caucasian male with black facial and body hair'.
His accomplice is a 'young Caucasian female between the ages of 17 and 25, with brown hair which has a distinctive white streak in the front.'
They are suspected to be mutants and are still at large.
' The stabbing was caught, miraculously, on a security tape, and we at NY13 have the
exclusive privilege of showing you a clip. We must warn you that it displays extremely
graphic violence and is unsuitable for younger viewers.'
The picture on the screen changed to a black-and-white clip of the hotel's security tape, showing the man with pointy muttonchops ram a clawed fist into the clerk, seconds later turning to behead a guard that had aimed at him with a gun.
"Logan," The Professor and Jean said in unison as they exchanged glances.
"That must be Rogue," Jean said, pointing at the part of another head in the corner of the screen.
The Professor stroked his chin.
"What would drive Logan to such extremes?" He asked as he pondered the consequences of his student's horribly rash actions.
Jean lowered her head.
"I may have had something to do with it," She said sadly as she recalled Logan's reaction to the break-up.
She had known that he would never hurt her, instead waiting for the next man who got in his way, but she had expected a little more emotion, perhaps a little more reaction to what she had said.
Now she knew where the emotion had gone.
The Professor raised his eyebrows.
"Do tell," He said, leaning forward in his seat.
Jean sighed.
"I…broke off my relationship with him yesterday, Professor."
The Professor sat straighter, still stroking his chin.
"I see," He said.
Jean turned back to the screen and replayed the clip with a telekinetic push to the buttons.
"What is Rogue doing with him?" She asked, frowning.
The Professor sighed.
"Remy stormed out last afternoon. I believe he was in a fight with our young southern friend---one with meaningful consequences. She requested him to move his belongings to another room."
Jean raised her eyebrows.
"Where did you hear this from, Professor?"
The Professor smiled grimly.
"Mostly from my telepathy. Remy's anger was so strong that it could be felt through my shields. The slamming of the door was also an indicator, and Ororo kindly filled me in on the new arrangement of the rooms."
Jean nodded in understanding.
"I hope he and Rogue didn't get themselves in trouble," She said with concern.
"Logan should know better than to play around with that little slut---she's always hopping from one man to another, the whore."
The Professor looked at Jean with surprise.
"Jean! That is very much unlike you!"
Jean shifted uncomfortably, rebuking herself mentally for the out-of-character statement.
"I'm sorry, Professor. You are absolutely right. I don't know what came over me."
The Professor raised an eyebrow but said no more on the topic as he began to assemble a plan of action.
"Very well then," He said with a sigh.
"Find Ororo and tell her to be in my office in the next twenty minutes. We will have to assemble a team to recover our rampaging members, and unfortunately I think we will have to use a plasma clear on the investigators of the case."
Jean saluted the professor and left to find Ororo.
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