Author's Notes: I haven't really written a long-continuing story on my own before, so I'm trying to be punctual with the updates. Hopefully, this won't affect the quality of my writing. I want to thank everyone who reviewed, and hope to mention some of their names in the next chapter. Right now, I'm a little pre-occupied with actually cranking out the chapters.
Disclaimer: Rights to the characters? What are you looking at me for? The Kids WB stole way more from Marvel than *I* ever did! Go after them instead! [heads back to basement where she has deviously cloned every comic book character ever to enter existence; looks around and renews her plans for world-domination....]
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CHAPTER 3: GETTING TO KNOW ONE ANOTHER
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Remy LeBeau walked out of the shower refreshed. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he proceeded along the short trip to his room. He was intercepted by the sound of laughter echoing from the dining room. Her turned to see Rogue and Franklin peaceably chatting, making one another's acquaintance, with Rogue struggling to understand exactly *what* the child was doing in her home.
"Bonjour, mes amis."
Rogue and Franklin looked up, Rogue's face turning slightly red at Remy's lack of apparel. Remy smirked. He'd planned to greet the two and head straight for his room, but there was no point in hurrying if Rogue seemed to like what she saw.
"Remy see y'two already met...so were y'talkin' 'bout me chere?"
Rogue looked up to meet his eyes.
"Hate ta break it to ya, sugah, but eve'ry one's life does *not* revolve aroun' ya."
Remy's eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Jus' yours, Roguie."
Rogue raised her eyebrows. He hadn't called her that in a long time. But then again, Remy had been acting a little strange lately. And he *still* hadn't explained what young Franklin Richards was doing in the X-men's New Orleans home.
"Franklin?"
The boy looked up.
"Could y' go unpack y' t'ings in y'room now? Rogue an' me gotta talk some borin' grown-up stuff."
"Okay."
Franklin headed back. His mommy and daddy had to talk about 'grown-up stuff' all the time. And he could usually tell when he was supposed to go play. If only he could stop thinking about how much he missed them.
The boy knew that he could just as easily warp all his toys into their desired place, but he wanted to look at what he had brought. He had various children's toys; baseballs, a stuffed bear, a few action figures, some of his favorite puzzles and the like. He was more careful in handling some of the things that had been specifically made for him by his father.
Reed Richard's scientific genius had more than one purpose. While he could make machines designed to cross dimensions, he just as often created advanced play-things for his son. A small robot for Franklin to figure out how to fix, a small anti-grav machine that could suspend the boy on air, and a mechanical dog that was activated by the child's voice alone.
He began to take apart the robot. Looking at the various components, he threw himself into his work, trying to be strong like his father had taught him.
Rogue smiled.
"Sweet kid."
"Yah, I know."
"So what's the story, cajun?"
"Didn' have anywhere else t'go. De reason de 'vengers called me up, was t'help dem retrieve de Fantastic Four. But I didn' have de know-how...or de power. So de least I could do was take deir kid wit' me. I *been* in dose orpahages before chere, an' Remy don' care if dey well-run...I wasn't goin' let dem get deir hands on de chile."
Rogue nodded solemnly.
"Ah'm with ya, Remy. But we're *still* goin' ta have ta explain this ta the rest o' the X-men."
Remy sighed.
"An' Remy *still* don't know how de heck he s'posed to do dat."
"Well, then we might as well not worry 'bout it right away. What's tha legal sitch with y'all?"
"Remy be de petite's official guardian. Unless someone related t'him comes 'long, de can't take him away from me."
"Well at least we know that no one's goin' ta force him inta the institute."
Remy frowned.
"Y'tink dey'll try an' make him? Jean been pretty fanatical 'bout fittin' as many mutant teachers an' students int' dat mansion as she can lately."
Rogue reached for his arm.
"She can't force him if she don't know he's here, Rem. An' for now, we can just keep it that way."
He placed his arms around her.
"What would dis poor ol' cajun do wit'out ya, cherie?"
"Prob'ly die o' boredom, Ah reckon." She lifted her lips to kiss him.
He deepened the kiss, only to have Rogue push him away with a smirk on her face.
"Nice try, swamprat. Now go put a shirt on!"
Remy smiled, then trudged over to his room to comply.
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Author's Note: Short chapter, I know. But hopefully, the next one won't be long in coming. I plan to have quite a bit of WAFF in the next chapter. For those of you not in the know, WAFF is Warm And Fuzzy Feelings. Basically, sentimental mush. But this story can still take many directions, and I most certainly am open to reviews...so please do so now! ^-^
Disclaimer: Rights to the characters? What are you looking at me for? The Kids WB stole way more from Marvel than *I* ever did! Go after them instead! [heads back to basement where she has deviously cloned every comic book character ever to enter existence; looks around and renews her plans for world-domination....]
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CHAPTER 3: GETTING TO KNOW ONE ANOTHER
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Remy LeBeau walked out of the shower refreshed. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he proceeded along the short trip to his room. He was intercepted by the sound of laughter echoing from the dining room. Her turned to see Rogue and Franklin peaceably chatting, making one another's acquaintance, with Rogue struggling to understand exactly *what* the child was doing in her home.
"Bonjour, mes amis."
Rogue and Franklin looked up, Rogue's face turning slightly red at Remy's lack of apparel. Remy smirked. He'd planned to greet the two and head straight for his room, but there was no point in hurrying if Rogue seemed to like what she saw.
"Remy see y'two already met...so were y'talkin' 'bout me chere?"
Rogue looked up to meet his eyes.
"Hate ta break it to ya, sugah, but eve'ry one's life does *not* revolve aroun' ya."
Remy's eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Jus' yours, Roguie."
Rogue raised her eyebrows. He hadn't called her that in a long time. But then again, Remy had been acting a little strange lately. And he *still* hadn't explained what young Franklin Richards was doing in the X-men's New Orleans home.
"Franklin?"
The boy looked up.
"Could y' go unpack y' t'ings in y'room now? Rogue an' me gotta talk some borin' grown-up stuff."
"Okay."
Franklin headed back. His mommy and daddy had to talk about 'grown-up stuff' all the time. And he could usually tell when he was supposed to go play. If only he could stop thinking about how much he missed them.
The boy knew that he could just as easily warp all his toys into their desired place, but he wanted to look at what he had brought. He had various children's toys; baseballs, a stuffed bear, a few action figures, some of his favorite puzzles and the like. He was more careful in handling some of the things that had been specifically made for him by his father.
Reed Richard's scientific genius had more than one purpose. While he could make machines designed to cross dimensions, he just as often created advanced play-things for his son. A small robot for Franklin to figure out how to fix, a small anti-grav machine that could suspend the boy on air, and a mechanical dog that was activated by the child's voice alone.
He began to take apart the robot. Looking at the various components, he threw himself into his work, trying to be strong like his father had taught him.
Rogue smiled.
"Sweet kid."
"Yah, I know."
"So what's the story, cajun?"
"Didn' have anywhere else t'go. De reason de 'vengers called me up, was t'help dem retrieve de Fantastic Four. But I didn' have de know-how...or de power. So de least I could do was take deir kid wit' me. I *been* in dose orpahages before chere, an' Remy don' care if dey well-run...I wasn't goin' let dem get deir hands on de chile."
Rogue nodded solemnly.
"Ah'm with ya, Remy. But we're *still* goin' ta have ta explain this ta the rest o' the X-men."
Remy sighed.
"An' Remy *still* don't know how de heck he s'posed to do dat."
"Well, then we might as well not worry 'bout it right away. What's tha legal sitch with y'all?"
"Remy be de petite's official guardian. Unless someone related t'him comes 'long, de can't take him away from me."
"Well at least we know that no one's goin' ta force him inta the institute."
Remy frowned.
"Y'tink dey'll try an' make him? Jean been pretty fanatical 'bout fittin' as many mutant teachers an' students int' dat mansion as she can lately."
Rogue reached for his arm.
"She can't force him if she don't know he's here, Rem. An' for now, we can just keep it that way."
He placed his arms around her.
"What would dis poor ol' cajun do wit'out ya, cherie?"
"Prob'ly die o' boredom, Ah reckon." She lifted her lips to kiss him.
He deepened the kiss, only to have Rogue push him away with a smirk on her face.
"Nice try, swamprat. Now go put a shirt on!"
Remy smiled, then trudged over to his room to comply.
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Author's Note: Short chapter, I know. But hopefully, the next one won't be long in coming. I plan to have quite a bit of WAFF in the next chapter. For those of you not in the know, WAFF is Warm And Fuzzy Feelings. Basically, sentimental mush. But this story can still take many directions, and I most certainly am open to reviews...so please do so now! ^-^
