It's Rogue. Ah've taken ovah the narration since the authah's out savin' the world. Unfortunatly there ain't been much ta narrate since he took John with 'im. So, Ah guess we should just keep goin' with who we've got, huh?
Remy-Yeah, guess so. Not like anyone cares. It's jes'. . . who knew he has dragons?
Kitty-They are _so_ creepy. The one just keeps rubbing up agianst my leg like a cat. Lockheed's getting jealouse.
(Kitty indicates a curled up thing in her lap. Petah is next ta her, with his arm around her shouldahs. Remy has his arms around mah waist, and we'ah all lookin' ovah the newest script addition.)
Kitty-Are you sure this is where the author was going with that angle? I don't think you two were you know. . .emotional about anything.
Yeah, but who'd he leave in charge here?
Petah-His dragon.
Can a dragon type?
Kitty- If you gave it back the laptop it could.
Ah bet you two woulda been left out except fo' bein' extras like me.
Kitty-We're probably better off that way, you kow? I wouldn't do something like this if I were you two.
Remy-We _are_ his favorite characters.
Kitty-So's Ororo and notice how much she's in this story.
Petah-Obviously showing his favoritism if you ask me.
Let's just get started, okay?
***
Remy and Rogue were in the kitchen, drinking coffee.
"So, ya mean that all this time you've been trying to show me that being able to touch would be good?"
Remy nodded, before taking a drink of his coffee, making it seem like the sexiest thing anyone in the world has ever done. "Soun's 'bout right. I had t' pay y' back f'r fixin' m' hair so I don't look like a geek."
Rogue smiled and pulled her glove off. "Ah'd like ta show ya what all yo' hard work has done fo' me. . ."
She reached over with her ungloved hand, brushing a bit of his magically longer (Ah can do whatevah want so ha!) hair out of his face, making a point of running her fingers over his forehead. He smiled and grabbed her hand, sucking on her fingers.
Rogue climbs on the table and kissed him, undoing the buttons on his shirt-
***
Oh Gawd! Hi Juliano. . .how's the Moderatah?
(Julinao gives me a really unhappy look)
Juliano-Give me the control back.
(I am rightfully re-instated.)
Oh, for those of you who haven't read chapter three agian, the chapter three that _was_ there was actually chapter four my friened's fic. I've fixed it now.
(Rogue tries to erase the rest of her script. Kitty is hiding Lockheed from the author's no longer sleeping dragon.)
And as for you four! I left Attitude in charge, as I'm sure he told you. Look at this! This is smut! And you have terrible writing! The tenses are all messed up. And the Kitty 'n' Peter parts are just beyond wrong. For this you shall have to pay a price. Rogue, since you can magicaly touch now, I'm going to give you lots of guys to touch. Kitty, if you like showers so much, maybe a little OCD should be in order.
(The men try to look like they're not nervouse.)
And as for you two, you will be in John and Jean's wedding.
(they look realived.)
As flowergirls.
(Sam and Davis smirk. John looks happy)
John-Oh! Will their dresses be the same color? I hope their flowers match mine!
Remy-Oh god. Y' mean. . .
Yep. Jean's getting a tux, John and I are going to pick out his dress right now. Since it's been a couple months we'd better get one with extra room huh?
(John looks slightly unhappy, but the others look even worse, minus Sam and Davis who are laughing their asses off.)
John-Where is my future husband?
Rogue-(very sulkily) With Scott. She's gonna cheat on you with him a lot I hope you know.
(John shrugs)
John-Eh. As long as he comes home to me at night I'll be fine.
I don't think you should talk about anyone cheating Rogue. I hope you didn't make Remy obsesivly possesive in your. . .oh, look, you did.
(Rogue looks at the ground, really unhappy)
Rogue-All we'ah gonna do is argue, right?
Uh huh. And this time, he can bring up your indiscretions. I do so love switching gender roles. Come on John, Panther wants us to be at the store soon.
(Remy and Rogue look around.)
Remy-Panther? Where? She won' let 'y do dis. . ."
(Remy is cut off as The Author turns his image inducer off. Everyone stares at him because the author now has two heads, one of which is duct taped shut. She pulls the duct tape off.)
Panther-Ta da! God I'm glad to talk again.
(Everyone looks at the author's now female form.)
Sam-That explains a lot.
(Sam mysteriously falls into a coffee table)
Panther, this is my fic. You promised. . .
(Sam un-falls into the coffee table)
Thank you. Do you approve of how they're being punished?
Panther-Hmmm. I like the OCD and public humiliation is always fun. But, don't you give me that look, I don't think Rogue should be a total slut.
Rogue-Tol'ja
Panther-BUT she should have sex with Scott so he doesn't jump of the roof or whatever.
Remy-NO! I am _NOT_ going to let Scott anywhere near her! I can' loose t' him! Panther, if I loose t' Scott I'll be as pathetic as when Logan was mooning over Jean. 'Member dat?
(Panther looks swayed.)
Panther-Well. . .
(The Author cuts her off)
Not your place to decide anymore Panther. Your original idea will hold. Let's go to the next part of our story, a two for one to make up for last chapter's confusion.
Panther-Since we can do it without John let's go get his dress now. I want to get control of the body now.
Deal. Don't even think about messing with the inducer's make up scheme though. I hate being looked at like that.
Panther-(Messing with the watch) What was that? I couldn't hear.
(She is now wearing a lot of black eyeliner swirls and appears to be minus my head. And she wonders why I don't like her messing with the inducer.)
***
Rogue sat up from her place under the kitchen table. "God that was good."
Remy also sits up, but since he's taller than her, he smacks his head on the table.
"Shit! Owowowowowowowow!"
Scott walks into the room, carrying a bottle of Nyquil, drunk. Rogue pulls her skirt and tank top on before crawling out from under the table to comfort her old flame.
"Scott, ya okay?"
"Jes' fine, Rogue. 'Cept Jean got a man pregnant!" He puts his head on the table and sobs. Remy pulls his pants on and climbs out of the table's shadow to find Rogue rubbing Scott's shoulders and trying to stop his crying.
"It'll be okay Scott. Ya bettah than Jean treated ya anyway."
Remy looks like he's about to interfere, but Kitty comes runnign in the room, Swiffer mop in hand. She spies the lipstick covered and disheveled Remy and tackles him.
"Dirty dirty DIRTY!" Kitty begins scrubbing him with a Swiffer pad while Scott looks up at Rogue.
"Can we talk somewhere where Kitty isn't attacking Remy with an over-priced mop thing?"
"Sure Scott." Rogue says with a slightly lecherous sound to her voice.
***
(Panther, John, and a saleswoman are in a dress shop, looking through the racks.)
John-They're all white! How creative is that? I want something interresting.
(He catches sight of a thick red strap among all the white sleeves. John pulls the dress out and looks it over. It is dark red at the top, fading into light orange near the bottom. He grins at Panther, who's looking at the size.)
Panther-Well John, a few alterations and I'l lbet you could wear this. Tell the woman to get over here and give you about five extra inches of room in the stomache.
(measurements are taken and soon John and Panther search the shop to look for flowergirl dresses that match what John's wearing _and_ the dresses their female dates are wearing.)
(the author's voice comes from seemingly nowhere)
God that was sick. Until next time, I'm Juliano-
Panther-And I'm Panther Nesmith-
John-And I'm gonnabe the prettiest bride ever!
Saying don't mess with an author or his dragon.
Remy-Yeah, guess so. Not like anyone cares. It's jes'. . . who knew he has dragons?
Kitty-They are _so_ creepy. The one just keeps rubbing up agianst my leg like a cat. Lockheed's getting jealouse.
(Kitty indicates a curled up thing in her lap. Petah is next ta her, with his arm around her shouldahs. Remy has his arms around mah waist, and we'ah all lookin' ovah the newest script addition.)
Kitty-Are you sure this is where the author was going with that angle? I don't think you two were you know. . .emotional about anything.
Yeah, but who'd he leave in charge here?
Petah-His dragon.
Can a dragon type?
Kitty- If you gave it back the laptop it could.
Ah bet you two woulda been left out except fo' bein' extras like me.
Kitty-We're probably better off that way, you kow? I wouldn't do something like this if I were you two.
Remy-We _are_ his favorite characters.
Kitty-So's Ororo and notice how much she's in this story.
Petah-Obviously showing his favoritism if you ask me.
Let's just get started, okay?
***
Remy and Rogue were in the kitchen, drinking coffee.
"So, ya mean that all this time you've been trying to show me that being able to touch would be good?"
Remy nodded, before taking a drink of his coffee, making it seem like the sexiest thing anyone in the world has ever done. "Soun's 'bout right. I had t' pay y' back f'r fixin' m' hair so I don't look like a geek."
Rogue smiled and pulled her glove off. "Ah'd like ta show ya what all yo' hard work has done fo' me. . ."
She reached over with her ungloved hand, brushing a bit of his magically longer (Ah can do whatevah want so ha!) hair out of his face, making a point of running her fingers over his forehead. He smiled and grabbed her hand, sucking on her fingers.
Rogue climbs on the table and kissed him, undoing the buttons on his shirt-
***
Oh Gawd! Hi Juliano. . .how's the Moderatah?
(Julinao gives me a really unhappy look)
Juliano-Give me the control back.
(I am rightfully re-instated.)
Oh, for those of you who haven't read chapter three agian, the chapter three that _was_ there was actually chapter four my friened's fic. I've fixed it now.
(Rogue tries to erase the rest of her script. Kitty is hiding Lockheed from the author's no longer sleeping dragon.)
And as for you four! I left Attitude in charge, as I'm sure he told you. Look at this! This is smut! And you have terrible writing! The tenses are all messed up. And the Kitty 'n' Peter parts are just beyond wrong. For this you shall have to pay a price. Rogue, since you can magicaly touch now, I'm going to give you lots of guys to touch. Kitty, if you like showers so much, maybe a little OCD should be in order.
(The men try to look like they're not nervouse.)
And as for you two, you will be in John and Jean's wedding.
(they look realived.)
As flowergirls.
(Sam and Davis smirk. John looks happy)
John-Oh! Will their dresses be the same color? I hope their flowers match mine!
Remy-Oh god. Y' mean. . .
Yep. Jean's getting a tux, John and I are going to pick out his dress right now. Since it's been a couple months we'd better get one with extra room huh?
(John looks slightly unhappy, but the others look even worse, minus Sam and Davis who are laughing their asses off.)
John-Where is my future husband?
Rogue-(very sulkily) With Scott. She's gonna cheat on you with him a lot I hope you know.
(John shrugs)
John-Eh. As long as he comes home to me at night I'll be fine.
I don't think you should talk about anyone cheating Rogue. I hope you didn't make Remy obsesivly possesive in your. . .oh, look, you did.
(Rogue looks at the ground, really unhappy)
Rogue-All we'ah gonna do is argue, right?
Uh huh. And this time, he can bring up your indiscretions. I do so love switching gender roles. Come on John, Panther wants us to be at the store soon.
(Remy and Rogue look around.)
Remy-Panther? Where? She won' let 'y do dis. . ."
(Remy is cut off as The Author turns his image inducer off. Everyone stares at him because the author now has two heads, one of which is duct taped shut. She pulls the duct tape off.)
Panther-Ta da! God I'm glad to talk again.
(Everyone looks at the author's now female form.)
Sam-That explains a lot.
(Sam mysteriously falls into a coffee table)
Panther, this is my fic. You promised. . .
(Sam un-falls into the coffee table)
Thank you. Do you approve of how they're being punished?
Panther-Hmmm. I like the OCD and public humiliation is always fun. But, don't you give me that look, I don't think Rogue should be a total slut.
Rogue-Tol'ja
Panther-BUT she should have sex with Scott so he doesn't jump of the roof or whatever.
Remy-NO! I am _NOT_ going to let Scott anywhere near her! I can' loose t' him! Panther, if I loose t' Scott I'll be as pathetic as when Logan was mooning over Jean. 'Member dat?
(Panther looks swayed.)
Panther-Well. . .
(The Author cuts her off)
Not your place to decide anymore Panther. Your original idea will hold. Let's go to the next part of our story, a two for one to make up for last chapter's confusion.
Panther-Since we can do it without John let's go get his dress now. I want to get control of the body now.
Deal. Don't even think about messing with the inducer's make up scheme though. I hate being looked at like that.
Panther-(Messing with the watch) What was that? I couldn't hear.
(She is now wearing a lot of black eyeliner swirls and appears to be minus my head. And she wonders why I don't like her messing with the inducer.)
***
Rogue sat up from her place under the kitchen table. "God that was good."
Remy also sits up, but since he's taller than her, he smacks his head on the table.
"Shit! Owowowowowowowow!"
Scott walks into the room, carrying a bottle of Nyquil, drunk. Rogue pulls her skirt and tank top on before crawling out from under the table to comfort her old flame.
"Scott, ya okay?"
"Jes' fine, Rogue. 'Cept Jean got a man pregnant!" He puts his head on the table and sobs. Remy pulls his pants on and climbs out of the table's shadow to find Rogue rubbing Scott's shoulders and trying to stop his crying.
"It'll be okay Scott. Ya bettah than Jean treated ya anyway."
Remy looks like he's about to interfere, but Kitty comes runnign in the room, Swiffer mop in hand. She spies the lipstick covered and disheveled Remy and tackles him.
"Dirty dirty DIRTY!" Kitty begins scrubbing him with a Swiffer pad while Scott looks up at Rogue.
"Can we talk somewhere where Kitty isn't attacking Remy with an over-priced mop thing?"
"Sure Scott." Rogue says with a slightly lecherous sound to her voice.
***
(Panther, John, and a saleswoman are in a dress shop, looking through the racks.)
John-They're all white! How creative is that? I want something interresting.
(He catches sight of a thick red strap among all the white sleeves. John pulls the dress out and looks it over. It is dark red at the top, fading into light orange near the bottom. He grins at Panther, who's looking at the size.)
Panther-Well John, a few alterations and I'l lbet you could wear this. Tell the woman to get over here and give you about five extra inches of room in the stomache.
(measurements are taken and soon John and Panther search the shop to look for flowergirl dresses that match what John's wearing _and_ the dresses their female dates are wearing.)
(the author's voice comes from seemingly nowhere)
God that was sick. Until next time, I'm Juliano-
Panther-And I'm Panther Nesmith-
John-And I'm gonnabe the prettiest bride ever!
Saying don't mess with an author or his dragon.