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The Freedom Caper
Chapter Four: Hotel California
The wind bit Remy's nose like a vicious, rabid dog as he stumbled out the doors, angry with him for letting Rogue leave. He didn't need its condemnation though; his own mind was berating him enough. He should have been firm with Cynthia -she was nice, but he had a date.
She wouldn' 'ave wan'ed a dance if y' didn' suggest it, a little Cajun voice whispered somewhere inside of him, and he banged his fist against the cold bricks of the club wall. What was wrong with him? Idiot.
Y' never cared 'bout flirtin' wit' de femmes while y' were wit' me, Chere, Bella would have said, if she had heard his thoughts. An' I never cared 'cause I knew you were m' man. Guess de femme just too weak an' insecure. He cursed her memory and wished that it were Rogue's instead. Already, he missed the drawl.
"Roguey?" He called out, hoping to
see her figure. He turned up his own black collar and scanned the streets.
She wouldn't have gone all the way home, would she have?
"Chere?" Merde.
A single, tiny light grew from a corner half a block away, so Remy rushed over, hoping to find Rogue cradling a lighter. Unfortunately, it was just a grisly, grimy old man, suffocating the air with the thick stench of whiskey. The man stuck a cigarette between his cracked lips and inhaled slowly.
"You're not one of those yuppie kids come to save me by taking away my smokes, are ya?"
"Non." Gambit said. The smoke beckoned him like a well-trained belly dancer, offering a bit of ease for his suddenly tense muscles. "Can I have one?"
"Sure. Glad to see a real man."
Remy lit his cigarette. "Listen, mon ami, I'm lookin' for a girl-"
"They have plenty at Dora's Dollhouse a few blocks away."
"Non, a specific girl. Dis tall, black clothes, my age. Red n' white hair. We were over dere but she came out 'fore me and now I can' find her. Seen anyone?"
"Nope. I haven't...well, actually, yes. But not your girl, I'm sure. This one was one those Cal Hotel loones."
"Cal Hotel?"
"Yeah, a group of wanna-be smurf freaks who hole themselves up in the Hotel California, so they can worship their god and drink each other's blood." It couldn't be. They'd left Susana and the cult behind. Had they really traveled across the country to escape and, instead, delivered Rogue right to their doorstep?
"Where's dis Hotel California? Never heard of it in de travel brochure."
"That's 'cause it hasn't been a real spot for over thirty years. Its got a real name, the Sunshine Resort, Summer Palace or something of that nature, but no one's called it that since the fruitcakes took up residence. There are no clear instructions to get there, all I know is that its an abandoned building and there's not a lot of neighbors."
Remy left the man some money in exchange
for the information. But he was thinking about Rogue, how she must have
been kidnapped and stolen away. He would have to rescue her.
Or did he? If it were anyone else,
he would have taken the opportunity to break free,
but even as the thought occured,
the truth in it hit him.
If it were anyone else...anyone else
but Rogue? Why should one girl make a difference?
When had he become so attached to
her? And why?
On the upside, he'd never had a chance to be the good guy before. It might be a pleasant change. He thought of Rogue lying in his arms, batting her eyes seductively like a James Bond girl. You wish, he could hear her say, and he smiled, pleased to see that she had kicked Bella from his mind.
***************
If she ever got free again, Rogue knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to take a firm grasp of the slimy, creepy, crawly man that had tied the bonds around her arms and ankles, and squeeze his scrawny neck until his face turned as blue as the extravagant azure gown they'd made her wear.
Pleasant thought at a bad time. She was presently strapped to a table-like contraption, her arms, legs bound by thick leathery material, an additional strand across her chest. They'd bedecked her in ridiculous clothes, a bikini dress made scarves, a string of sapphires hanging from an anklet, and a simple tiara secured in her loose, frizzy hair.
They'd taken to calling her M'lady, as though she were a noblewoman, but her barked orders and severe threats went unheeded. A woman came beside her and tried to apply powder to her nose; Rogue responded by attempting to bite her.
She was so mad. She wanted to break things, snap the bonds, and shout, like the Hulk, or Samson. Yes, that was it, she wanted to pull the walls down, take all the creeps with her. But mostly, she wanted to watch the doors burst open, and Remy crash in.
Where was he? Surely he had noticed her absence. The raven-haired girl wasn't that pretty. Not to distract him for three days. Unless she had replaced Rogue. Rogue envisioned them laughing and joking, trading sips of a coke on a flight to France.
Look at meh. Ah've only known that dumb Cajun for a few weeks, an' already Ah'm becomin' obsessive. If Ah could just figure out what's so special about him. 'course it don't matter none, now that Ah'm gonna die on this stupid table, feelin' all love sick 'cause Ah nevah got ta explore things with Remy.
Ah don't even know if he'd have wanted ta explore things.
And, damn it, why cain't Ah concentrate on important stuff, like findin' a way ta free mahself o' spendin' a few minutes on Kurt. Nevah did get ta explain this whole adventure ta him. Is he gonna hate meh? Wondah why Ah didn't come home? Why Ah didn't even call? Why didn't Ah call? Ah cain't leave things like this.
Oh mah Gawd. Ah don't wanna die.
Slowly, the drums started. One man, a leader, she assumed by his good posture and proud features advanced towards her with a jewel-encrusted dagger in one hand.
The whole thing had been explained to her. She was their Chosen One. She'd been saved her whole life for the Master. They would send her up to him by stabbing her once through the heart, and she would marry him in the other realm. The gates of peace would be magically opened.
Only they were psychos and there
was no tall Master to welcome her. She would be dead.
Gone. Forever. She shut her eyes
and prayed for a miracle.
************
Darkness fell on Gambit's third day of searching like an old, ratty, lumpy blanket, heavy, unwanted, and uncomfortable. He tried to shake the feeling of fear, but it was rising in his chest like an ill-fated meal, ready to be spewed up in all its half-digested glory. Rogue had been gone for two days. If she had managed to escape on her own, that wouldn't matter. But if she hadn't, every hour he wasted on another vacant, broken down building meant she was that much closer to death. He was inclined to believe the later was true; he remembered the powerfully obsessive gleam in Susana's eyes, and didn't think that they'd risk losing her again.
He tried to rub the clarity back into his eyes, but the desolate freeway to his right, and its row of yellow headlights blurred into one constant stream. He hadn't actually spent a whole lot of time sleeping, not since the airplane ride over.
Not since Rogue's head had fallen onto his shoulder, limp like a rag doll, and he'd decided she was trustworthy enough to fall alseep next to.
Focus on de road, mon ami, Gambit told himself, sighing a bit. But if his ability to think of rational things had decreased, so followed his resolve to not think about Rogue in unplatonic ways.
It did occur to him, however, that
it wasn't her looks he missed the most. They'd been what attracted him
intially, certainly, but he was in search of her laughs and teases,
the roll of her eyes, the firey
anger that lit her up like a match to a gas stove. God help him, he missed
Rogue's company and found it irreplaceable.
Maybe when he found her, they could talk. Yes, that was a good idea. He admit to having developed certain suprising emotions, she'd scoff at them and set him straight, and they'd go back on their wild adventure. This time, they'd fly to somewhere good.
Gambit rubbed his eyes again, because it was beginning to look as though there was another light, apart from the road. The image grew clearer, however, and he could make out the vague outline of a building. He turned on his signal. Whether that was the hotel or not, he was stopping. It would do Rogue no good to create a massive car pile-up on the highway running through San Fransisco.
When he finally parked the bike, he noted that it was an abandoned building. The front door was boarded up with pieces of wood, nails through the window sills too. But what really drew his attention was the faint glow coming from the back. He followed it, until its source became apparent: a celler door. Etched into the corner, the tiny words were clear: The Hotel California.
Gambit smiled, exhaled and inhaled his relief. He pulled the black glasses from his pocket and covered his eyes. Then he walked around, back to the front, and pressed a hand against the nails. The sound of drumming could be heard.
****************
The halls, and there were several of them, were all vacant as Remy wandered inside, heading for the music somewhere north of his current location. He warily followed a small stream of people passing by into a very large, extravagantly decorated room.
Blue curtains lined the path up to a great stage. Gambit squinted to see the man standing on it, a book in his hands. Everyone was whispering loudly.
And then he saw her. Gambit took a minute to reintroduce himself to the sight of her. The slope of her shoulders, the tumble of hair, obviously tousled now, the slender curves of her body. He pushed his way closer and got a better view. She'd been clothed in something new, an outfit remniscent of Princess Leia in Return of the Jedi, but softer, a bit less revealing. But just a bit.
Her make-up had been washed away, the snow white crown in her hair falling in ringlets, ornamented by a tiara. It was a more conventional beauty now displayed, dazzling, if misplaced. Her facial expressions, however, were anything but pleased or pleasing.
"Dat's m' girl." He said.
"Shhhh. The Leader is reading. Do you want bring down the Master's wrath?"
The Leader must have been man on stage, a pudgy little guy with thin hair. Finally, he shut the book and reached into an open chest. He pulled out a jewel-encrusted dagger. "With this," he shouted, "I shall deliver the virgin girl to the Master!"
The crowd burst into applause.
And then he walked by Rogue, who was strapped to a table, upright, her hands clenched.
The knife was raised...
"STOP!" Remy cried out, rushing up, drawing attention. "Y' can't kill her!"
The Leader frowned. "Who is this infidel who dares interrupt our ceremony? Someone contain him before he angers the Master!" Several of the larger men started advancing upon Gambit with large poles.
"Infidel!" People shouted, waiting for the problem to be neutralized. They were in for a rather rude shock when Gambit dodged the poles and delivered a swift kick to the chest of two men, then spun around and punched out the other two.
Jumping on one of the great steps, he spoke again to the Leader. "Dat's not de girl y' lookin' fo'. Dis one ain't a virgin. Look at her. She's got villiage bicycle written all over her. And," he added, "I wrote it on her m'self."
From her place, Rogue glared at him; he answered with a shrug. Her reputation could be restored much easier than a gaping whole through the heart. But the Leader was not so easily convinced.
"Lies!" He shouted, and the people repeated "LIES!" He pointed to Rogue. "That is the Master's chosen one, and you dare to defile her? You must be punished!"
"PUNISHED!"
"Catch him!"
This time it was the entire crowd that raised whatever weapon was handy, be it pencil or piece of metal, and headed for the crook that had so offended their Master's intended. He hesitated to fight back, since the first person close enough to hit him was a young girl with pigtails.
She was carrying a book of her own and tried to fling it at him. Gambit smiled at her. "C'mon petite, y' don' wanna hurt me. A pretty lil' t'ing like you too sweet t' hurt a fly, non?"
Under the influence of his charm, she dissolved into giggles. The Leader gasped. "Now he bewitches our young! He must suffer!"
"BEWITCHES! SUFFER!"
Gambit was forced up another step, when a flying trinket hit his face. The pain was trivial, but the impact shattered his black sunglasses. Blinded, Gambit sighed and removed them, tossing the broken items to the floor of the crowd. They watched them hit the ground, then looked back up at the infidel...and collectively cried out.
A card of sparkling, pink light illuminated his features, changing his auburn hair to a more regal gold. Loose sparks danced around him like fireflies, while his posture changed to a tall, upright stance. But most remarkable of all were his eyes, burning a brilliant crimson in a black sea.
One by one, much to Gambit's shock, they dropped to their knees.
He looked at the Leader, who shook with fear. "M...M...Master." He whispered. "I didn't know it was you. We couldn't see... I thought.... oh dear." And for some reason, Gambit's sight was drawn to a circle in the ceiling that hadn't been visible before, a picture of a man with hands of flame and red and black eyes.
"Merde." Gambit muttered, not sure what he was seeing but understanding that it had just saved his and Rogue's life.
The Leader collasped at his feet. "I am so sorry, Master. I didn't know you'd be retrieving your lady in this world. I know I must be banished to a life in darkness, but please spare the children your wrath. They are so young."
"Uh, dat's okay."
"SPARE THE CHILDREN."
"Look, nobody's gettin' sent to de darkness, all right? Jus' wanna get de girl an'-"
"I will not stand in your way!" The Leader threw himself out of the path. Gambit sighed, shook his head, and then looked up to Rogue. For the first time ever, they met eye to eye.
*****
Rogue was wide-eyed, her mouth in a little round 'o'. Remy licked his lips and felt his throat constrict. He shouldn't have had to worry about her reaction. After all, she was a mutant too, but he knew better than to assume that made a difference.
Remy hid eyes, not to stop people from fleeing him, but to prevent them from lingering beside him in awkwardness or embracing him solely because of them. Red pupils meant devil, demon, possessed, like the evil monsters depicted in scary movies. People either felt at once uncomfortable with him, their speech marred but sudden pauses, their own eyes fasted on to inanimate objects. Or, like most girls, they saw their chance to be bad.
But Remy didn't want to lose Rogue's friendship, or to be her walk on the wild side. He just wanted to be Remy LeBeau. Yet here she was, about to fall into one of the categories.
"Those yo' real eyes?" She breathed, incredulous, as he cut the ropes that held her.
"Oui."
"The image inducer...that's what it was hidin'." She said, taking his hand and stepping down. "But they ain't brown. They're red. And black."
"I know." He pulled down a large curtain and offered it to her. She accepted it gratefully and draped it over her body.
"All that time, quotin' Corey Hart, givin' meh all that spiel 'bout mysterious airs -that was all to hide those?"
"Oui."
"But..." She broke off into momentary silence and he readied himself for her reaction. "...but why?"
"People ain't always comfortable wit' dem, Chere."
"So what? Folks ain't always comfortable with meh an' mah powers. Hell, mutants ain't always comfortable with mah powers. They're just eyes, Remy Le Beau, pretty one, Ah'll give ya that. Come in rathah handy when dealin' with cults, apparently, but Ah don't see what all the fuss was about." She shook her head and jumped down to the next step. "Nevah thought ya were so self-conscious."
Remy stood still, feeling more confused than ever. Did she really just brush over the fact that his eyes were glowing red? What!? He leapt down after her. "Y' sayin' dat y' don' care?"
She smiled, misunderstanding his confusion. "Aw, Remy, Ah didn't mean that Ah don't like 'em. They're really...Remy. Feel like Ah'm see the real man fo' the first time." She ruffled his hair. "Y'all are twice as handsome now," she added, blushing at her own forwardness.
He didn't respond.
"Jeez, Remy. Ah'm sorry if Ah hurt
ya feelin's. Ah ain't-" She was abruptly cut off as Remy threw his arms
around her and squeezed tight.
****
Rogue didn't particularly understand Remy's sudden hug, but hell, with his arms wrapped around her as though she were a lifesaver, and he adrift in the Atlantic ocean, pressing her so close to his chest she could feel his heart beat, did it matter?
She clung right back, unable to wipe the grin off her face, until the eager crowd stepped closer, watching their 'Master' and his lady. Rogue sighed. "Ah think we bettah get goin'." She told him.
The Leader, having worked up more courage, tapped Remy's shoulder. "We thank you Master, for your generosity and forgiveness. And we will gladly follow you anywhere in the world. But first, would you not like to stay for a feast? We can easily preform the ceremony here that would have been done in the other realm."
Remy pulled back from Rogue. "What do you say? I t'ink we be pretty safe here now."
She glanced around and found herself agreeing. "Sounds good ta meh."
*******
Kurt chewed on a Twizler, letting the red candy droop from his mouth. To his right, Kitty Pryde flipped through pages of her Seventeen magazine, comparing prom dresses. And to her right, Peter tore the head off of gummy bears.
Jean and St. John were seated in the pilot and copilots seats, respectively, the male mutant's hands red from slaps -punishments for toying with the controls of their little jet.
Kurt reached into the pot of candy, suspended in front of Kitty, and pursed his lips in disgust. "All ze gummies are gone!" He shot at an accusing glance at the Russian, who was stacking bear number five onto an edible totem pole.
"Eat your licorice." Peter responded.
"You're not even eating zem!"
Kitty sighed and raised her hands to them both. "Will you guys like, stop behaving like five year olds. We're supposed to be executing a covert, dangerous mission here." She focused her attention on Kurt, who tensions were so high they rivaled the Tower of Babel. Understandably, of course, he was worried sick about his sister, "Listen, the best thing we can do for Rogue is to just stay calm and keep our heads on straight."
He nodded. Next, she turned to Peter. "Stop antagonizing him."
"Or what? You'll hit me with your teddy bear, little girl? Don't forget who you're talking to."
She raised an eyebrow and pointed to the gummy house, adjacent to the pole. "Yeah, you were a lot scarier when I didn't know you did candy crafts."
"Ha ha." St. John laughed merrily, reaching for an intriguing red button. His finger encountered an invisible, telekinetic barrier.
"Stop touching the controls unless you want us to plunge head first into a mountain."
The girls exchanged a look. "So like, when's the Voice of Reason gonna join us?"
"He'll meet us in California. He and Jubilee had to finish Kitchen duty before they could come along."
"And you say I'm foolish." Peter said.
**************
"Scooooott." Jubilee whined. "I think they're dry now. Can you pu-leaze put them away so we can go?"
Leader Blue sighed. "If we don't keep up with usual habits, they're going to get suspicious. Give them five more minutes to dry." He hated those spots that lined the bottom of glasses when they were put away too soon.
"But Scoooott."
**************
Remy didn't care for the outfit they'd provided: long blue and black robes that started at his neck and touched the floor. So he modified it a bit, keeping his black pants, t-shirt, and replacing his jacket with the thinnest robe, wearing it like a duster. To set the weirdness in stone, they'd also brought him a crown. He placed it crookedly over his head, and headed out to find how Rogue was fairing.
Her room was opposite of his. He tested the door and found it unlocked. He slipped inside.
The lights were dim. He poked his head in the bedroom, but it was vacant. Remy went next to the vanity room. There, silouetted by a blue sheet, was Rogue, running a brush through her hair.
He had meant to call out at once, not lurk in the shadows like a stalker, but the graceful movement of her strokes mesmeried him. He was frozen, muted. There was something so delicate yet strong about her, something so attractive. Maybe he should talk to her soon, tell her how he felt, let her set him straight so they could go back to being friends.
Then, unaware of his presence, Rogue started talking to her mirror.
"Ah gotta tell ya, Remy. Nows as good a time as any. Ah think Ah like ya. Or like like ya. Oh Gawd, that sounds like Kitty. Start ovah. Remy, can we talk. I know we've only known each otha' for a lil' while now, an' Ah still ain't shore I know ya completely, but Ah think we got some chemistry -yeah, thats it, so if yo' mistaken he can correct ya at once."
He thought, for one paranoid moment, that she was actually addressing him. But he realized soon enough what was going on. He smiled; Rogue was practicing asking him out!
****
Rogue stared hard at the mirror, imagining Remy's face. "Damn it. Okay. Be honest. Remy, when Ah was kidnapped, an' Ah thought maybe ya'd left meh behind, o' that Ah wasn't gonna see ya again, all Ah could think was that Ah'd let a wonderful opportunity go by, 'cause Ah like ya Remy. Guess Kit was right when she said Ah was afraid o' gettin' hurt. Ah was attracted to ya, but Ah didn't tell ya, Ah didn't wanna risk rejection."
"Was, Chere? Y' over me now?" She gasped as Remy's reflection appeared in her mirror. She swirled around in her swiveling chair.
"What the hell do ya think yo' doin' in mah room?" Was she blushing as furiously as she thought? How dare he eavsdrop on her personal conversations!
Remy just kept on grinning. "All dis time, you've been sweet on me?"
"No."
"Sorry 'f I don' believe you, Roguey." He dropped to a crouch and took her hands, his playful manner melting away. "The t'ing is, I fell fo' someone before I had a chance to have dis conversation wit' you."
She nodded and gulped. "Good, 'cause Ah was just playin'. Ah knew ya were behind that curtain. Fo' bein' a thief, you could shore work on that sneakin' o' yo's. Now if ya don't mind-"
He shushed her. "De good news is, de fille I fell fo' was you."
If she hadn't been blushing before,
Rogue knew she was redder than ruby now. She brought up her hands to cover
her face, feeling her stomach flip like a hyper gymnast.
Remy liked her. Liked her like she
liked him. Like liked her, and no wonder Kitty was so bubbly all
the time, what with her frequent love affairs.
When Remy forced her to face him, she giggled.
"Did y' jus' giggle?"
Rogue fought seriousness into her features. "'Course not."
"Never pegged y' as a giggler."
"Ah'm not!"
"Its okay, Roguey. Don' need t' be ashamed o' it."
"Ah know Ah don't, 'cause Ah didn't do it. Ya must be hallucinatin'."
She paused, observing him at his most charming, without his glasses. The effect was doubled. She cupped the side of his face with one gloved hand. "Ah lied 'bout yo' eyes. Ah said they were pretty, but Ah swear Ah ain't eva' seen anythin' so beautiful. Ah girl could get lose in them,"
His grin got larger, as he used one of the scarves on Rogue lovely blue dress to cover her face. And then he kissed her.
Rogue had barely begun to register the sensation when a knock on the door sent them quickly apart. The Leader sighed wistfully. "Glad to see you're both doing so well. Please, if you'd follow me..."
They both stood up, linked arms, and walked just behind the round man, down a hall, through a large door. The tables were set up, the seats were filled, save for three at the far end.
The Leader cleared his throat. "Welcome, for the first time, the Divine Newlyweds."
Rogue frowned. She got the divine part but...
Newlyweds?
Newly...
wed...?
She whispered to Remy. "What the hell is goin' on now?"
**********
On a dark desert highway, cool
wind in my hair
warm smell of colitas, rising
up through the air
up ahead in the distance, I saw
a shimmering light
my head grew heavy and my sight
grew dim
I had to stop for the night
there she stood in the doorway,
I heard the mission bell
and I was thinkin' to myself
this could be heaven or this
could be hell
Then she lit up the candle
and she showed me the way
there were voices down the corridor
thought I heard them say:
welcome to the Hotel California
such a lovely place, such a lovely
face
there's plenty of room at the
hotel california
any time of year,you can find
it here
her mind is tiffany-twisted,
she got the mercedes bends
she's got a lot of pretty, pretty
boys
that she calls friends
how they dance in the courtyard,
sweet summer sweat
some dance to remember, some
dance to forget
so I called up the captain, please
bring me my wine
he said, we haven't had that
spirit here
since 1969
And still those voices are calling
from far away
wake you up in the middle of
the night
just to hear them say
Welcome to the Hotel California
such a lovely place, such a lovely
face
they living it up at the hotel
california
what a nice surprise, bring your
alibis
mirrors on the ceiling, pink
champagne on ice
and she said, we are all just
prisoners here
of our own device
And in the master's chambers
they gathered for the feast
stabbed it with their steely
knives
but they just can't kill the
beast
last think I remember, I was
running for the door
had to find the passage back
to the place I was before
relax said the night man, we
are programmed to recieve
you can check out any time you
like
but you can never leave
Th...th...th...that's all folks.
At least for this update. Hope it wasn't too long.
Hope ya had fun reading it. Hope
you plan to review!!!!!
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Notes:
1. Song is Hotel California, just about the bestest thing ever sung by the Eagles
2. Please do not be offended in any way by my earlier comments against the war, whether pro-bush, pro-war or like me, anti-war. Darn it all, I have such problems holding my tongue. Or my hands, as the case may be. Ah but I've censored myself so much. *sigh* Pray for Peace. Remember: only love can conquer hate (says the ever memorable, ever insightful Marvin Gaye)
3. Ah yes, the INDIVIDUAL COMMENTs
Panther Nesmith: Why do I hear traces
of sarcasm in your typing? OF COURSE we californians are happy, sane, and
norm- *pauses and looks at self* oh wait, I guess you are right. Oh well.
I'm happy with my insanity.
At the risk of launching into a
looong rant myself, I will say that you are right. People need to work
together. They also need to not change the name of popular foods when a
neighboring country disagrees with them, 'cause thats kinda stupid. Especially
when said food does not originate in country. Must...stop....now.
Hope ya like the update!
Lotus Pen: I've become a bit paranoid with this chapter. Everytime I wrote a scene, I was scared that I was adding too much, too fast. I was like, what if she's disappointed!!Aaahhhh!!! Anywho, I hope you weren't. Thank you for the review.
The Flying Pen: Still, you flatter me so. *turns away and blushes* I am v. glad you're enjoying it. I'd love to hear what you thought about this chapter *hint, hint*
Snow Queen: Thanks! You rock! :) Always happy to please a fellow Romy fan. Tee hee!
Misa1124: Thank you ever so much! Pleased I could please.
LadyLyte: I realize the cults a bit odd. But then again, so am I. Just think of how the rest of my mind must work. Anywho, thanks a bunch. Its always super cool to get feedback.
Girl4chat86: Thank you! I'm glad you liked that chapter, I had some doubts after posting it. I was like wait, no, what have I done! Aaaahhh!!!! Anyways, nothing calms my nerves like finding out that people enjoyed it. And this time I really do promise that St. John will be in the next post much more than this one. I wanted to concentrate on R/R this chapter, but the groups will all be mergining v. soon. So come again. :)
Neurotic Temptress: Oh my. And I tuned down the girl's role in that chapter. She was much more annoying, and touchy feely in the first draft(maybe that's why Word crashed -it couldn't stand her either). I wanted to slap her myself. But alas, I needed Rogue to be separated from Remy. *sigh*
As for the truce, well, that'll be featured in the next thrilling chapter of TFC!!! *cue the music* But seriously, well kinda seriously, well not really at all seriously, we're gonna see how that little deal works out (and maybe even what Rogue and Remy think of it ahahahaa)
Ishandahalf: Read the first comment to Neurotic Temptress. Between you two, I think I'm really glad I didn't let her do or wear what she was originally gonna do and wear. Yuppers. Again with the promises, Peter and John will most certainly play a key role in the next chapter. They're barely mentioned here, 'cause it was dedicated to R/R. Had to move things along with them just an eensy weeensy bit faster.
Ha! She knows about his eyes. Okay, you don't have to hurt me. Remember: you don't have to go all Misery on me and inflict pain to twist the story to your wants. I accept bribes mailed to my swiss bank account. :)
And lastly, I can't be blamed for their lack of originality. Knowing Scott, he'd probably call it simple elegance. *roll of the eyes* So what did you think of this chapter?
Lucky 439: Tee hee hee. Thank you! Hope you liked this chapter too!
Samman: Jeepers. When someone flatters me so, I'm always amazed (are they sure its *my* story they've read??! Thank you! Always glad to reach out to another Romy fan. Hope this chapter lives up to your expectations (now that I under all this darn pressure!!!!!!!!) :) Bye!
Alwaysright: Ah, you live up to your
name. Indeed, that was a rather stupid error on my part. In fact, I had
just watched Speed that same day, and my sister asked me about Speed 2,
and I was like yeah, its okay, but not as good 'cause Keanu Reeves wasn't
in it. Thank you for bringing my attention to that little error. Ooopsy.
Thanks for the review too! :D
Hope you come again.
Kanshisha Tenshi: Procrastination is an art form,isn't it. Or, as its affectionately known between my friends: time management skills. How she pass high school when she turned in the vast majority of paperwork late? How did she manage to still receieve various honors? That is the question I shall never be able to answer.
PLEASE REVIEW. PRETTY PLEASE? REVIEW!!!!!!