Royal Flush 7
Disclaimer: Let's kill those dead people!
Review Responses:
Star-of-Chaos- But that didn't happen in this story line. Semi-AU. But yeah, if this wasn't, then this comes in second place.
SickmindedSucker- Or what Mystique does to herself. *grins* I have an urge to start singing. And do the Timewarp. Again. It's okay. I'm normal. Happy reading!
Ishandahalf- SEAFOAM GREEN! Wohaa! Like seafoam seafoam like I green seafoam. No, I don't like seafoam. That is an awful word. Seafoam. Remy shall not fall into evilness! Waha!
RoguesHeart- Nice alliteration. Is that an alliteration? I don't know. A good alliteration, or was it personification is 'Livid Living Corpses.' Danke Michael for that one. IF HE WOULD HURRY UP WITH G28! Even though he has an excuse, one month for a chapter that usually takes me. a day or two. is a LONG time.
~
Rogue put her head in her hands and cried. It was Seven AM, and the party was long gone. Mystique had left hre her. And with her, took her heart, dropped it and smashed into pieces. She had ruined her life in the shape of Rogue. And it wasn't the first time those thoughts had run through her head. She had tried to contact the Professor, but he was out of range. The door was triple bolted from the outside and there was no window. And Rogue was hungry.
"One o' tha few things Ah've learned from movies. Ah can live here for seven days," She said aloud bitterly. It was Sunday and no one worked on a Sunday. To make matters worse, Rogue was positive that Mystique was wrecking havoc in her body. Sighing, she tried again.
~PROFESSOR! HELP MEH! It's meh, Rogue, an' Mystique's impersonatin' meh. Please!" Still no answer. Fighting back another burst of tears, Rogue laid her head back and fell asleep.
~
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I left my purse in this bathroom," Kitty's voice sounded, wacking Rogue up. "Hmm, it's locked," The sound of bolts moving. The door opening and Kitty's scream. Feet running.
"What is it Kitty?" Rogue looked up and saw Mystique.
"You're like, in here and out here!"
"Kitty, it's meh. That Rogue," Rogue pointed. "Is Mystique! She locked meh in here last night!" Kitty looked between the two.
"Don' listen ta her, Kitty. That's Mystique!" Mystique pointed at Rogue.
"There's only one way to solve this. You'll each touch me. Simple! Winner is Rogue!" Kitty smiled happily, knowing she had solved this case. "Um. hehe. yeah. Outside Rogue, you first." Mystique took off her glove and touched Kitty. Nothing happened. Rogue then removed her glove and punched Mystique in the face. BAM! Mystique was on the floor, unconscious, returning to her original form.
"Woah, what a trip. I like, slept in the same room as the ENEMY! EW!" Kitty looked at Mystique disdainfully.
"Now you know how Ah feet. Owww." Rogue shook her hand out.
"You and Risty? Eeew! Groos! TMI!"
"No, Kitty. Ah mean her parading around as mah best friend."
"Oh, I see. Come on, Mr. Logan's waiting outside for us. I now see why you like motorcycles so much. They're SO much fun!" Kitty gushed.
"Mystique road on mah bike?! What fresh hell is this?" Rogue put her glove back on and headed out the front door.
"Stripes, why are you back in your wedding garb?" Logan asked as they walked out the front door.
"Long story," Kitty said as Logan threw her the spare helmet.
"Let's go."
"Um, Logan, Ah'm gonna take a detour."
"Fine. Come on half-pint. Let's go," Logan and Kitty sped off. Reaching into her trenchcoat pocket, she pulled out the familiar piece of paper. 'Find me at 742 BVA.'
~
DING DONG. Rogue rang the bell on number 442 Bayville Apartments.
"Oui?" The door opened, revealing a sleepy Remy with his hair messed up and a bottle of rum in his hand.
"Remy, can Ah come in?" Rogue looked at him.
"Oui. I don' care," He opened the door wider. His apartment was loitered with beer bottles, papers, and St. John's body on the sofa.
"Whatevah happened ta Remy?" She asked, looking around.
"He died, with his heart."
"Let' ssit down," Rogue gestured to the couch. "JOHN! WAKE UP!" She yelled in his ear. He sat up immediately.
"Damn it Janet!" He yelled, sitting up. "Where's the fire?"
"Up your butt, three doors to tha left."
"Sheila? What are you doin 'ere for?"
"To talk ta Remy. Listen, here's five bucks, go buy yourself a lighter," She tossed him five bucks from her purse. And he was gone before you could say 'Let's do the Tmewarp again.'
"Remy, Ah want ya ta know somethin'," Rogue sat on the couch next to him. "That wasn't meh last night. It was Mystique. She's bent on makin' mah life livin' hell. Please forgive meh."
"I donno,. Y' hurt me bad."
"It wasn't meh, Rem! Ah," He placed a finger on her lips, cutting her off.
"Remy knows, Chere. He jus' t'inks y' look cute when y're mad."
"Swamp rat! You little! Ah'm gonna git you fer that!" She tackled him to the ground, throwing him off the couch and she landed on top o fhim.
"Remy likes dis' position,/" He grinned. "But he likes dis one more," He then flipped on top of her.
~Rogue, come quickly, meet us at the hospital immidatly. Jean's having her baby.~
'Ah've gotta go. Jean's havin' tha baby," She stood up abruptly.
"Remy'll go wit you," He got up.
"That's not a good idea. This is Jean we're talkin' about."
"Oui, but Remy wants t' go wit Chere."
"Fahne. Let's go." Rogue grabbed her keys from the table.
"Non, Remy's drivin'," He took the keys from Rogue.
"We've had this conversation before," She said as she shut the door.
"Remy knows," He smiled.
~
They pulled up at the Hospital 30 minutes later and were greeted by Logan.
"Not him," He stated gruffly.
"But Remy drove meh here, an he has no way of gittin' back," She pointed out.
"He waits in the lobby. Come on," Logan ushered them inside.
~
"Come on Jean! Breath! Breath! That's it. Almost there. Just a bit more. Atta girl!" Scott and the doctors called. Her face was as read as Scott's optic blasts.
"One last push! Congradulations! It's a girl!" Jean was crying, and so was the baby.
"I guess it's not an it anymore," Tabby commented from behind the glass. The doctor handed Jean the baby wrapped in a big pink blanket.
"Can we go in?" Amara asked as the doctor left the room.
"Yeah, just be quiet." The X-Men then all piled inot the hospital room.
"Mary, look, it's your family! Grandpa Charles, Autn Storm, Uncle Logan, Uncle Hank, Uncle Kurt, yes, we know he's blue. Aunt Kitty, Aunt Rogue, and all your cousins! Amara, Ray, Roberto, Sam, Tabby, Jamie, Salem, Riche, Bri and Bobby!" Jean held up the little bundle of joy for them all to see. She had Scott's (formerly) green eyes, and a little tuff of red hair on her forehead. All in all, she was very cute.
Soon, little Mary was passed around for everyone to hold and see. Jamie still needed help holing her, and had his arm supported by a pillow. Amara surprised everyone and proved to be very good at handling babys. ("I'm a princess. I have to hold, like, every baby born,") However, the biggest surprise was Rogue.
"Can Ah hold her, Jean?" Rogue asked.
"Sure," Jean held out Mary for Rogue to take. Taking the baby in her arms, she proceeded to coo the baby to sleep. However, before this goal could be reached, Mary reached up a tiny hand and grazed Rogue's face. Everyone held their breaths. Scott squeezed Jean's hand as Mary's hand retreated. Then, she giggled.
"Wha- What happened there?" Rogue asked.
"I don't know, but it looked like-"
"She touched Rogue and-"
"Nothing happened-"
"This is weird!" Yes, thank you Kurt, Salem, Bri and Riche in that order.
"Here, you take her, Ah gotta go," Rogue handed Mary to Riche and ran out the door.
"That was like, weird," Kitty said. Logan just glared at her. "Well, everyone was, like, thinking it. I just said it."
~
"Chere, what's wrong?" Remy asked as Rogue ran down the hall, stopping her by putting his arms around her.
"Don' touch meh! Lemme go!" Rogue began fighting Remy, causing several people to stare.
"Non, tell Remy wht's wrong."
"No! Let. Meh. Go." She kicked him in the shins.
"Non, Remy'll not let go of his chere."
"Remy, if you love meh, let meh go! Now!" Remy let go. She raced down the corridor. Remy ran to the window in time to see her drive off in a hurry.
Disclaimer: Let's kill those dead people!
Review Responses:
Star-of-Chaos- But that didn't happen in this story line. Semi-AU. But yeah, if this wasn't, then this comes in second place.
SickmindedSucker- Or what Mystique does to herself. *grins* I have an urge to start singing. And do the Timewarp. Again. It's okay. I'm normal. Happy reading!
Ishandahalf- SEAFOAM GREEN! Wohaa! Like seafoam seafoam like I green seafoam. No, I don't like seafoam. That is an awful word. Seafoam. Remy shall not fall into evilness! Waha!
RoguesHeart- Nice alliteration. Is that an alliteration? I don't know. A good alliteration, or was it personification is 'Livid Living Corpses.' Danke Michael for that one. IF HE WOULD HURRY UP WITH G28! Even though he has an excuse, one month for a chapter that usually takes me. a day or two. is a LONG time.
~
Rogue put her head in her hands and cried. It was Seven AM, and the party was long gone. Mystique had left hre her. And with her, took her heart, dropped it and smashed into pieces. She had ruined her life in the shape of Rogue. And it wasn't the first time those thoughts had run through her head. She had tried to contact the Professor, but he was out of range. The door was triple bolted from the outside and there was no window. And Rogue was hungry.
"One o' tha few things Ah've learned from movies. Ah can live here for seven days," She said aloud bitterly. It was Sunday and no one worked on a Sunday. To make matters worse, Rogue was positive that Mystique was wrecking havoc in her body. Sighing, she tried again.
~PROFESSOR! HELP MEH! It's meh, Rogue, an' Mystique's impersonatin' meh. Please!" Still no answer. Fighting back another burst of tears, Rogue laid her head back and fell asleep.
~
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I left my purse in this bathroom," Kitty's voice sounded, wacking Rogue up. "Hmm, it's locked," The sound of bolts moving. The door opening and Kitty's scream. Feet running.
"What is it Kitty?" Rogue looked up and saw Mystique.
"You're like, in here and out here!"
"Kitty, it's meh. That Rogue," Rogue pointed. "Is Mystique! She locked meh in here last night!" Kitty looked between the two.
"Don' listen ta her, Kitty. That's Mystique!" Mystique pointed at Rogue.
"There's only one way to solve this. You'll each touch me. Simple! Winner is Rogue!" Kitty smiled happily, knowing she had solved this case. "Um. hehe. yeah. Outside Rogue, you first." Mystique took off her glove and touched Kitty. Nothing happened. Rogue then removed her glove and punched Mystique in the face. BAM! Mystique was on the floor, unconscious, returning to her original form.
"Woah, what a trip. I like, slept in the same room as the ENEMY! EW!" Kitty looked at Mystique disdainfully.
"Now you know how Ah feet. Owww." Rogue shook her hand out.
"You and Risty? Eeew! Groos! TMI!"
"No, Kitty. Ah mean her parading around as mah best friend."
"Oh, I see. Come on, Mr. Logan's waiting outside for us. I now see why you like motorcycles so much. They're SO much fun!" Kitty gushed.
"Mystique road on mah bike?! What fresh hell is this?" Rogue put her glove back on and headed out the front door.
"Stripes, why are you back in your wedding garb?" Logan asked as they walked out the front door.
"Long story," Kitty said as Logan threw her the spare helmet.
"Let's go."
"Um, Logan, Ah'm gonna take a detour."
"Fine. Come on half-pint. Let's go," Logan and Kitty sped off. Reaching into her trenchcoat pocket, she pulled out the familiar piece of paper. 'Find me at 742 BVA.'
~
DING DONG. Rogue rang the bell on number 442 Bayville Apartments.
"Oui?" The door opened, revealing a sleepy Remy with his hair messed up and a bottle of rum in his hand.
"Remy, can Ah come in?" Rogue looked at him.
"Oui. I don' care," He opened the door wider. His apartment was loitered with beer bottles, papers, and St. John's body on the sofa.
"Whatevah happened ta Remy?" She asked, looking around.
"He died, with his heart."
"Let' ssit down," Rogue gestured to the couch. "JOHN! WAKE UP!" She yelled in his ear. He sat up immediately.
"Damn it Janet!" He yelled, sitting up. "Where's the fire?"
"Up your butt, three doors to tha left."
"Sheila? What are you doin 'ere for?"
"To talk ta Remy. Listen, here's five bucks, go buy yourself a lighter," She tossed him five bucks from her purse. And he was gone before you could say 'Let's do the Tmewarp again.'
"Remy, Ah want ya ta know somethin'," Rogue sat on the couch next to him. "That wasn't meh last night. It was Mystique. She's bent on makin' mah life livin' hell. Please forgive meh."
"I donno,. Y' hurt me bad."
"It wasn't meh, Rem! Ah," He placed a finger on her lips, cutting her off.
"Remy knows, Chere. He jus' t'inks y' look cute when y're mad."
"Swamp rat! You little! Ah'm gonna git you fer that!" She tackled him to the ground, throwing him off the couch and she landed on top o fhim.
"Remy likes dis' position,/" He grinned. "But he likes dis one more," He then flipped on top of her.
~Rogue, come quickly, meet us at the hospital immidatly. Jean's having her baby.~
'Ah've gotta go. Jean's havin' tha baby," She stood up abruptly.
"Remy'll go wit you," He got up.
"That's not a good idea. This is Jean we're talkin' about."
"Oui, but Remy wants t' go wit Chere."
"Fahne. Let's go." Rogue grabbed her keys from the table.
"Non, Remy's drivin'," He took the keys from Rogue.
"We've had this conversation before," She said as she shut the door.
"Remy knows," He smiled.
~
They pulled up at the Hospital 30 minutes later and were greeted by Logan.
"Not him," He stated gruffly.
"But Remy drove meh here, an he has no way of gittin' back," She pointed out.
"He waits in the lobby. Come on," Logan ushered them inside.
~
"Come on Jean! Breath! Breath! That's it. Almost there. Just a bit more. Atta girl!" Scott and the doctors called. Her face was as read as Scott's optic blasts.
"One last push! Congradulations! It's a girl!" Jean was crying, and so was the baby.
"I guess it's not an it anymore," Tabby commented from behind the glass. The doctor handed Jean the baby wrapped in a big pink blanket.
"Can we go in?" Amara asked as the doctor left the room.
"Yeah, just be quiet." The X-Men then all piled inot the hospital room.
"Mary, look, it's your family! Grandpa Charles, Autn Storm, Uncle Logan, Uncle Hank, Uncle Kurt, yes, we know he's blue. Aunt Kitty, Aunt Rogue, and all your cousins! Amara, Ray, Roberto, Sam, Tabby, Jamie, Salem, Riche, Bri and Bobby!" Jean held up the little bundle of joy for them all to see. She had Scott's (formerly) green eyes, and a little tuff of red hair on her forehead. All in all, she was very cute.
Soon, little Mary was passed around for everyone to hold and see. Jamie still needed help holing her, and had his arm supported by a pillow. Amara surprised everyone and proved to be very good at handling babys. ("I'm a princess. I have to hold, like, every baby born,") However, the biggest surprise was Rogue.
"Can Ah hold her, Jean?" Rogue asked.
"Sure," Jean held out Mary for Rogue to take. Taking the baby in her arms, she proceeded to coo the baby to sleep. However, before this goal could be reached, Mary reached up a tiny hand and grazed Rogue's face. Everyone held their breaths. Scott squeezed Jean's hand as Mary's hand retreated. Then, she giggled.
"Wha- What happened there?" Rogue asked.
"I don't know, but it looked like-"
"She touched Rogue and-"
"Nothing happened-"
"This is weird!" Yes, thank you Kurt, Salem, Bri and Riche in that order.
"Here, you take her, Ah gotta go," Rogue handed Mary to Riche and ran out the door.
"That was like, weird," Kitty said. Logan just glared at her. "Well, everyone was, like, thinking it. I just said it."
~
"Chere, what's wrong?" Remy asked as Rogue ran down the hall, stopping her by putting his arms around her.
"Don' touch meh! Lemme go!" Rogue began fighting Remy, causing several people to stare.
"Non, tell Remy wht's wrong."
"No! Let. Meh. Go." She kicked him in the shins.
"Non, Remy'll not let go of his chere."
"Remy, if you love meh, let meh go! Now!" Remy let go. She raced down the corridor. Remy ran to the window in time to see her drive off in a hurry.