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After having Kurt Wagner, alias Nightcrawler, for a roommate for only a week, Remy had it. The fifteen year old snored in his sleep, and mumbled German nonsense in his sleep, and he shed on a regular basis. He knew that the younger male loved food, comic books and apparently had a thing for Kitty. He constantly tried to show off in front of the Valley girl, who could care less. Remy just found it amusing, being the half-hearted, bitter teenager he was.
"Doing homework?" Ororo asked, walking into the living room where Remy sat, writing in a notebook. She sat down next to him, glancing down at what he was writing to find it all to be written in French.
"Not quite, Stormy." He answered, scribbling one last thing down before closing the notebook. "Want something?"
"I thought maybe we could have a talk."
So, the telepath couldn't do it so he sent a weather witch? "Already know about the birds and the bees."
"Remy." Her blue eyes were solemn. "Do you like it here?"
"I get three meals a day and a place to sleep. No better than a prison." He didn't miss the slightly startled look on her face. "Kidding." Although he really wasn't kidding; the place did remind him of a prison. He glanced down at his bare wrist. "Look at the time, I have a session. Mustn't be late."
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"You're actually early." Kitty stood outside the danger room, geared up in her uniform. "And not in uniform."
"I ain't wearing spandex." He had made that very clear on the day that he had joined. "At least I have an X on my belt. That's as close as you'll get me to team pride."
She just shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest. "So, why are you here early?"
"What, I can't be here early for once?" She shook her head. "Stormy was trying to get me to talk to her."
"Ah. The Professor sent her?"
"Most likely."
"Hey Remy; my main pooch!" Kurt bamf'd in before their very own eyes, making both of their hearts nearly pop out through their throats.
"Pooch?" He arched a brow and decided whether or not to feel insulted. His eye twitched at someone actually calling him 'Remy.'
Kitty laughed, uncrossing her arms. "I think he means 'dog.''
Kurt merely shrugged at that, not caring too much. "I'll work on my lingo later, just for you." He glanced over at Remy. "Aren't you usually running in as we start?"
"Storm threatened him." Kitty smirked, crossing her arms again. "She wanted to talk to him, if you know what I mean." That was followed by a wink.
"Oh man! About the birds and the bees, right?"
Remy thought about repeatedly banging his head into the wall.
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They underestimated him.
Kitty was the first to notice that. She often found herself staring at him during a training session. One minute he would be going fast, dodging anything that came his way, and blocking anything with his bo staff, or having accurate aim with his cards and the next he would slow down, allowing a razor sharp disc to whiz past his shoulder, or head, baring touching him. It was almost as if that how he got his thrills. She just wondered by he was holding back.
Kurt had it easier, on the other hand, having excellent agility and being able to teleport, which was something he did a lot.
Kitty knew others yawned at her power and said how she had training sessions done too easily because she could just phase through laser beams, and objects. She didn't find it to be easy. She had to concentrate—hard. One time she was running through several walls that kept popping up from the ground and was too exhausted to finish the last one; she ended up knocking herself unconscious. Phasing took up a lot of energy, but no one seemed to care.
"Pay attention, Half-pint." Logan warned, walking into the danger room as the session ended. "That is your main focus."
Breathing heavily, Kitty feel to her knees. "Yes sir." She wiped sweat off her forehead as she turned to see Remy standing several feet away from her, not looking too tired, but the small beads of perspiration around his forehead told her that he at least had a workout.
"Elf, you need to stop teleporting so much. You can't always rely on it."
"Uh, yes sir!" He saluted the short Canadian before sighing heavily and scratching his furry head.
"Gumbo—"
"Wolvie."
"Gambit. Your skills are too messy." Remy arched a brow, wondering if the man knew was he was saying. "For now on, every weekend you come an hour earlier before regular sessions. I'll make sure to straighten you up."
"Gee. What I always wanted."
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"I don't know how you do it, man. Every muscle in my fur bag hurts and you're sitting there like nothing happen." Kurt was hanging upside down from a bar in the closer. Remy was sitting at a desk, next to the closet, writing in a notebook.
"You'll get used to it." He mumbled, staring down at the opened notebook with a perplexed look on his face.
"Ja, right." He then teleported from his spot in the closet, over to his bed. "I'm hungry."
"You always are." The Cajun said, not paying any attention to him as he erased something.
"Do you want something? A taco? A burger? Mm-mm! They both sound good, ja?"
"Not really. I'm fine. Go help yourself to the kitchen. That's why it's there; for your eating pleasure."
"All right." Staring down at what he had written, Remy easily sensed the hurt tone in Kurt's voice. He heard a loud bamf and then felt heavy breathing down his neck. "Ooh, what are you writing?" Kurt nudged him as he leaned in. Remy shut the book. "Oh c'mon, it's not like I can read it."
"You need to mind your own business."
"But I'm your room mate, I'm supposed to mind yours too!"
"Kurt?"
"Ja?"
"Do you enjoy it here?"
"Very much so."
"Do you enjoy being in one piece?"
"Very much so."
"Then leave me alone."
"Very—Ooh."
Bamf.
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Sam Guthrie, alias Cannonball, ran excitedly into Remy's bedroom. "We have to get geared up, Gambit. The Prof said the Brotherhood is causin' some trouble downtown an' we gotta go stop them."
He had tightened his jaw up at the word 'Brotherhood.' Right now he wasn't very hesitant; he closed up the notebook that he was still writing in and got to his feet. "I'll be there in a minute."
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"Hey look, it's the X-geeks!" Toad declared to his team as he hopped onto a bench. They were in the middle of a local park; mostly everyone had left by now.
"Aren't they the losers you were telling me about?" Nightcrawler asked quite loudly over to Shadowcat, who just laughed in return.
"Losers? That's in the past now." Avalanche took a step forward, sounding awfully proud and full of dignity. You didn't hear or see that much.
"Yeah, we got a secret weapon, yo!"
"Another one?" Cyclops asked, smirking slightly. Scarlet Witch growled at him. Boy, did she resemble her father. Not really, but still. "So, all you guys just want to show off?"
"No, for once we're going to beat you!" The Blob yelled charging at him but the Scarlet Witch who hexed him suddenly stopped him.
"Don't be such a disgrace, you fool."
"Is it always this boring?" Nightcrawler asked, once again glancing over at Shadowcat, who, in return, just shrugged.
Gambit looked down at his bare wrist. "Can't we just get this over with?"
"Maybe." Came a soft Southern voice. Rogue walked out of the shadows, wearing a black trench coat over an emerald green shirt and black pants. Her hands were buried in the pockets of the black duster. "Hello y'all. I reckon y'all are the X-Men?" Her eyes, which seemed more of a light green than the grey green Remy had seen before, met Remy's when she uttered the word 'X-Men.'
"Ohmigosh. You're Rogue. The mutant that escaped."
Her eyes narrowed down at the younger girl. "'The mutant that escaped'?" She asked, in complete disgust. "You treat me like a criminal."
"When you're with the Brotherhood, it's like you are." Jean Grey spoke softly, taking a step forward. "Trust me Rogue. You're better off with us. We fight for what's good—"
"Dammit Jean. You're worse than Xavier." Gambit snapped at her, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "That's not goin' to convince her."
Quicksilver and Avalanche exchanged glances. "Who do they think they are trying to recruit a member of our team?"
Quicksilver shrugged. "I say we pummel them now."
Gambit smirked. 'This is going to be interesting.' He slipped his hand into his pocket and took out his cards.
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"What's the matter, Cyke-y baby? Can't get me?" Quicksilver was a blur that encircled around Cyclops.
"Jean!" Cyclops complained to his bitc—teammate! Unfortunately for him Wanda was occupying Jean.
"Ew! That is, like, so gross!" Shadowcat groaned after Toad had snatched up and eaten a fly. She gave him a look over and then made a face. "Hasn't anyone ever told you about personal hygiene?"
"Of course but why'd a handsome thing like me listen to them?" He asked, shooting his tongue out at her, encircling it around her wrist.
"Keep your slimy tongue off and away from me!" She yelled, stumbling back with a face full of disgust. She jerked her hand through his green tongue, phasing it through. "Disgust—" She felt something lightly touch the back of her neck and before she could say or do anything, she fell to the ground, but she never felt the impact of the ground because she was unconscious by the time she hit it.
"That wasn't nice now was it, Roguey?" Gambit walked up behind Rogue, his bo staff out just in case she tried anything funny.
"I'm just doing my job." She said bitterly; she suddenly looked tired. "You're doing your job too, right? Fighting on a team you don't want to be apart of?"
He pointed his bo staff at her. "Shut up."
She put her hand at the top of the long metal pole. "Aw. Did I hit a soft spot, Remy?" Her grip tightened on the staff. Before he knew it, his two hands that were holding onto the pole went through it. Realization hit; she was using Kitty's powers.
"Kitty! What did you do to her?" Nightcrawler asked, followed by a loud bamf. Rogue dropped the bo staff right as the blue furry German lad appeared before her. "Holy—Grover!"
Gambit snorted, which just received a dirty look from Nightcrawler. Nightcrawler reached out, to grab Rogue and to teleport her away from here but she stumbled back the second his shoulder moved.
"Don't touch me!" She swung her arm at him. Her bare hand gently hit his face. Gambit caught his unconscious form before it hit the ground. Rogue stumbled back, retrieving new memories and, temporarily, a new power.
Pain and confusion suddenly flowed through Gambit. He winced and carefully set Nightcrawler down on the ground. He began breathing hard, and started feeling lightheaded.
"Gambit!" Jean tried to rush over but Wanda hexed her from using her powers. She felt paralyzed as she fell to her knees.
"This is too easy." The Scarlet Witch smirked, with her arms reached out. She was startled when a red laser whizzed past her.
"Jean!" Cyclops yelled out. He had shot out an optic blast at Wanda, if you already haven't guessed that. Because I don't want to turn this into a "Jean!" "Scott!" thing, I'll move on, ignoring them.
Alvalanche appeared with the Blob and they both didn't look too happy seeing as how Nightcrawler had teleported them several blocks away.
Gambit made a mad dash for his bo staff, picking it up. He pushed a button in the middle, making it go smaller into the small form.. you know what I mean! He inserted it back in a pocket of his trench coat. "I'm not going to fight you."
Rogue, who looked a bit shaken up, smirked slightly. "Why not?"
"Because I know you don't like this anymore than I do." He said quietly, causing her smirk to fade.
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A/N I was going to do a fight scene.. I tried but I couldn't. I'm fight scene challenged. I did decide on whether or not this is going to end as a romy.. I actually have the ending planned out in my head.. Seeing as how I love romy and my last three fics have been romy-centered, I'll let you guess on how this is gonna end.. :P
I did think of a perfect Kiotr side story to this.. but I don't think I can find a way to put it in. =[ Sadness escapes me.
And thanks for reviewin' y'all! It makes me feel all happy inside. I get so giddy when I check my mail and there's like six reviews.. ;)