Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making any money from, the X-Men movie-
verse. Duncan and Hana belong to Corrinth, as does Ilehana Xavier should
she be mentioned. Star owns Golan, should he be mentioned too. All other
OCs belong to me, especially Blaze and Jessie.
A/N: Post X2 spoilers, and spoilers for Corrinth's Guardians of Destiny, which incidentally is excellent so go read it! Reviews always appreciated.
Scene 17
Rogue was freaked. Blaze was being a nightmare. She was knocking back her drink, acting more and more outrageous by the second. But Blaze didn't drink, and Rogue hoped that meant she was just acting now, but if she was she was very good at it. The men around the room noticed too, closing in for the kill. But Blaze was oblivious to all of them, except the man who must be Shark. He leered at them both from a sea of velvet cushions, armed men by his shoulders, shark tattoo glistening savagely on his neck. A young- looking man, Rogue wondered who was wearing more make up; Shark or her and Blaze put together. Certainly he'd had cosmetic surgery, a man who took pride in his appearance.
Finally he beckoned a man to bring them over to him. On the way, Blaze staggered and leant heavily on the escort, batting her eyelashes at him as she apologised. Both he and his boss laughed, and offered more drinks that Blaze hastily declined for both of them.
"I don't know what it is you boys are serving here," She crept, "But it's all a little too much for me." She sat, running her hands over her body as she did as if to emphasise that she was after all only dainty. Rogue sat too, only aware that Shark was talking to her when Blaze cleared her throat.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" The Southern Belle asked, embarrassed.
"I said," Shark paused for effect, "Ain't you the quiet type?"
"I guess........." Rogue tried to meet Blaze's eye to ask for help, but the redhead was distracted by Shark's casual jacket thrown lazily over the back of the chaise longue. So she was perfectly sober, and looking already for what they had come in for. Up to Rogue then to distract both Shark and his men. "I guess it depends on whether you want me to be or not........." She tilted her head to one side, exposing her neck to the gang leader.
"Good answer." He mused, leaning forward as if to kiss Rogue's long, soft, pale neck. Rogue froze as his skin neared hers, completely petrified.
"Hey!" Blaze sniped, "I thought we were talking here?" The emphasis was on the 'we'; leaving Shark and Rogue both in now doubt that Blaze was excluding the brunette. Shark simply shrugged, and kissed Blaze lustfully instead.........
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"Tell me you ain't gonna let that creep touch your woman?" Logan growled above the music, his words more of a threat than a question but either way coming way too late. A flick of his wrist and Gambit adjusted his grip on the beer bottle. A snap of his muscular arm and the bottle shattered over Wolverine's face, searing his flesh, making him yell. As blood poured, fists flew though graciously without claws. The shout went up around the club as the two men smacked against the railing and went over, rolling in the air so that Gambit was pinning Logan to the dance floor whilst everybody else screamed. Gun-toting madmen appeared from every angle, dragging the combatants apart, intent on beating a lesson into both of them.
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"Now Rogue!" Blaze snapped, grabbing her friend's empty hand and legging it to the door as soon as Shark and his lackeys left to deal with the fight below. Rogue threw down Shark's jacket with her other hand, clutching his tiny mobile office console like gold dust in her hand. Somehow in the panic they made it out without being spotted, shoes crunching on broken glass as they ran for it.
Out in the street Bobby started the engine as soon as he saw Blaze and Rogue running towards him. Rogue climbed in the front to kiss him swiftly, handing the IT teacher Shark's electronic toy for deciphering later. Blaze paid them no attention, eyes frantically scanning the streets.
"Bobby, listen." She started from her seat behind Rogue. "Take it slow, don't speed or they'll know something's up, head past the club and take the next left."
"What about Gambit and Wolverine?" Iceman asked, shifting the car into drive.
"That's where we're going." Blaze filled in. "I get the feeling they'll be leaving by the back exit........."
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"Umph!" Logan groaned as he was thrown face down in the gutter outside the back exit of the club. Glass was still popping out of his face as Gambit landed heavily next to him, not moving. The back door slammed shut, and everything went still, numb.
The car screeched around the corner and stopped, engine idling. The three occupants dived out, Bobby grabbing Logan roughly and pulling him to his feet. The girls tackled Gambit, Blaze employing superhuman strength from nowhere to throw him in the car besides Wolverine. Rogue got back in the front with Bobby, Blaze was already swearing violently in French at the barely conscious Cajun as she climbed in besides him.
"Mind your manners, Chere." He muttered through swollen lips, eyes closed against the pain. Blaze didn't reply, too relieved that he could speak. Instead she attacked his already torn shirt, ripping it apart and holding a section out to Bobby as he drove.
"Bobby, ice me." Bobby obliged, filling the piece of fabric with ice crystals in a vain attempt at first aid. Blaze turned coldly back to Remy. "Where does it hurt most Rem?"
"You don't wanna know........." Was his answer with a wry smile. Blaze could have slapped him right then, but he groaned and put bloodied fingers to his head just in time, so that was where the ice went. Blaze winced as much as Remy did as the cold ice made her fingers throb and spasm. She wondered abstractly if Bobby knew how easily he could kill her with her intolerance of cold?
"What the hell did you do that for Gumbo?" Logan finally found his voice as the last pieces of glass fell out of his skin, bleeding slowed then stopped, and bruising began to fade. "You could've warned me! I could've killed you!"
"You ain't that stupid Wolverine." Gambit retorted, taking the ice out of Blaze's hand and pressing it to his own head.
"Only because it looks like all the stupid pills have been taken for tonight, Rem." Blaze snapped back. "You could be dead!" There was a tremor in her voice besides the anger, and she wouldn't meet his eyes. "There are distractions and distractions, Ami........."
Gambit didn't reply, and Logan was left with the sulky feeling that he should be the one getting the concern of the team. After all he was the one who'd just been bottled in the face by a man supposed to be his friend. Guess there ain't no trustin' a thief.........
A/N: Post X2 spoilers, and spoilers for Corrinth's Guardians of Destiny, which incidentally is excellent so go read it! Reviews always appreciated.
Scene 17
Rogue was freaked. Blaze was being a nightmare. She was knocking back her drink, acting more and more outrageous by the second. But Blaze didn't drink, and Rogue hoped that meant she was just acting now, but if she was she was very good at it. The men around the room noticed too, closing in for the kill. But Blaze was oblivious to all of them, except the man who must be Shark. He leered at them both from a sea of velvet cushions, armed men by his shoulders, shark tattoo glistening savagely on his neck. A young- looking man, Rogue wondered who was wearing more make up; Shark or her and Blaze put together. Certainly he'd had cosmetic surgery, a man who took pride in his appearance.
Finally he beckoned a man to bring them over to him. On the way, Blaze staggered and leant heavily on the escort, batting her eyelashes at him as she apologised. Both he and his boss laughed, and offered more drinks that Blaze hastily declined for both of them.
"I don't know what it is you boys are serving here," She crept, "But it's all a little too much for me." She sat, running her hands over her body as she did as if to emphasise that she was after all only dainty. Rogue sat too, only aware that Shark was talking to her when Blaze cleared her throat.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" The Southern Belle asked, embarrassed.
"I said," Shark paused for effect, "Ain't you the quiet type?"
"I guess........." Rogue tried to meet Blaze's eye to ask for help, but the redhead was distracted by Shark's casual jacket thrown lazily over the back of the chaise longue. So she was perfectly sober, and looking already for what they had come in for. Up to Rogue then to distract both Shark and his men. "I guess it depends on whether you want me to be or not........." She tilted her head to one side, exposing her neck to the gang leader.
"Good answer." He mused, leaning forward as if to kiss Rogue's long, soft, pale neck. Rogue froze as his skin neared hers, completely petrified.
"Hey!" Blaze sniped, "I thought we were talking here?" The emphasis was on the 'we'; leaving Shark and Rogue both in now doubt that Blaze was excluding the brunette. Shark simply shrugged, and kissed Blaze lustfully instead.........
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"Tell me you ain't gonna let that creep touch your woman?" Logan growled above the music, his words more of a threat than a question but either way coming way too late. A flick of his wrist and Gambit adjusted his grip on the beer bottle. A snap of his muscular arm and the bottle shattered over Wolverine's face, searing his flesh, making him yell. As blood poured, fists flew though graciously without claws. The shout went up around the club as the two men smacked against the railing and went over, rolling in the air so that Gambit was pinning Logan to the dance floor whilst everybody else screamed. Gun-toting madmen appeared from every angle, dragging the combatants apart, intent on beating a lesson into both of them.
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"Now Rogue!" Blaze snapped, grabbing her friend's empty hand and legging it to the door as soon as Shark and his lackeys left to deal with the fight below. Rogue threw down Shark's jacket with her other hand, clutching his tiny mobile office console like gold dust in her hand. Somehow in the panic they made it out without being spotted, shoes crunching on broken glass as they ran for it.
Out in the street Bobby started the engine as soon as he saw Blaze and Rogue running towards him. Rogue climbed in the front to kiss him swiftly, handing the IT teacher Shark's electronic toy for deciphering later. Blaze paid them no attention, eyes frantically scanning the streets.
"Bobby, listen." She started from her seat behind Rogue. "Take it slow, don't speed or they'll know something's up, head past the club and take the next left."
"What about Gambit and Wolverine?" Iceman asked, shifting the car into drive.
"That's where we're going." Blaze filled in. "I get the feeling they'll be leaving by the back exit........."
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"Umph!" Logan groaned as he was thrown face down in the gutter outside the back exit of the club. Glass was still popping out of his face as Gambit landed heavily next to him, not moving. The back door slammed shut, and everything went still, numb.
The car screeched around the corner and stopped, engine idling. The three occupants dived out, Bobby grabbing Logan roughly and pulling him to his feet. The girls tackled Gambit, Blaze employing superhuman strength from nowhere to throw him in the car besides Wolverine. Rogue got back in the front with Bobby, Blaze was already swearing violently in French at the barely conscious Cajun as she climbed in besides him.
"Mind your manners, Chere." He muttered through swollen lips, eyes closed against the pain. Blaze didn't reply, too relieved that he could speak. Instead she attacked his already torn shirt, ripping it apart and holding a section out to Bobby as he drove.
"Bobby, ice me." Bobby obliged, filling the piece of fabric with ice crystals in a vain attempt at first aid. Blaze turned coldly back to Remy. "Where does it hurt most Rem?"
"You don't wanna know........." Was his answer with a wry smile. Blaze could have slapped him right then, but he groaned and put bloodied fingers to his head just in time, so that was where the ice went. Blaze winced as much as Remy did as the cold ice made her fingers throb and spasm. She wondered abstractly if Bobby knew how easily he could kill her with her intolerance of cold?
"What the hell did you do that for Gumbo?" Logan finally found his voice as the last pieces of glass fell out of his skin, bleeding slowed then stopped, and bruising began to fade. "You could've warned me! I could've killed you!"
"You ain't that stupid Wolverine." Gambit retorted, taking the ice out of Blaze's hand and pressing it to his own head.
"Only because it looks like all the stupid pills have been taken for tonight, Rem." Blaze snapped back. "You could be dead!" There was a tremor in her voice besides the anger, and she wouldn't meet his eyes. "There are distractions and distractions, Ami........."
Gambit didn't reply, and Logan was left with the sulky feeling that he should be the one getting the concern of the team. After all he was the one who'd just been bottled in the face by a man supposed to be his friend. Guess there ain't no trustin' a thief.........