Chapter 2: Basta!
Disclaimer: I own nothing as of yet.
(AN: 'Basta' is Italian for 'enough')
Gambit showed up at the Institute around noon and received a usual less than tepid welcome from the Wolverine.
Picture this-Gambit and Rogue are laying on the couch in the commons watching TV minding their own-rather each other's business. Rogue is draped over Remy's chest with her head under his chin. The remote was placed precariously on the coffee table, just balancing-half on half off.
BAM!
The door to the commons room was thrown open.
Gambit and Rogue didn't flinch.
"Bonjuor, Wolvie," said sleepy Gambit, "Back from beatin' off after a danger room session, so soon?"
"Gambit, be niahce!" warned Rogue.
"That's it, Gumbo, yer ass is mine!" growled Wolverine.
"Whoa, 'old it dere homme, Gambit don' swing dat way."
Rogue burst out laughing, "Ya have to admit it, Logan, you walked into that one."
SKNIT!
Logan started to growl, "Lets take this outside."
"Lemme jus' get de cards," said Gambit reaching for his pocket.
"Oh would the two of you knock it off!" groaned Rogue, "Ah sweah you two are than toddlers!"
"Speaking of kids, were you two planning on having any? I mean I've been curious ever since that movie-about eye color that is, Belle brought up an interesting point. (How Much Embarrassment Can 2 Mutants Take? ref.) " said Logan with a wolfish grin.
Remy visibly paled, "Dat's not funny, Fuzzy!-'sides Belle's a psycho."
"Ugh, he's just trahy'n ta scare you." Rogue rolled her eyes.
Sniff-sniff
"It's working," said Logan still smiling as he sat down.
Remy and Rogue looked at each other and then back at Wolverine.
"Yer just gonna sit there and prah into our private life?!" asked Rogue more than a little cheesed off.
"Hey, at least he's not readin' Hustler, while we watch TV dis time." said Gambit.
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It was pretty much the same thing at Magneto's place, only rather than the Wolverine they had Mystique to contend with-
"You know, Dear, You can do better than him," said Mystique with her arms crossed as she hovered behind the couch.
Rogue's eyes narrowed, "Funny, Ah could say the same fer you-Ah mean the whole 'take over the world thing' is really a bit passé."
"Why you little!" yelled Mystique, "How dare you address your Mother in such a tone!"
Rogue rolled her eyes, "Yer not my mother!"
"That's not what you said two weeks ago (Bushwhacked ref.)," said Mystique in a dangerous tone.
"I was hiahgher than a fucking kite!" argued Rogue.
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Meanwhile Magneto was having a similar argument with Wanda a few doors down, only there's wasn't as noticeable on account of Wanda's tongue still hurt like a mother so she had to write all of her responses.
"Wanda-for the last time-what were you thinking?!" her father was growing weary of her relationship with Pyro-VERY, VERY QUICKLY!
"It would be fun for the both of us! (her and Py)" she wrote.
"Do you have any idea the infection that can occur from piercing?!"
"What?! I had a doctor do it!" Wanda scribbled.
"How long do you think this relationship is going to last?!" her father asked.
"Probably not long, if you keep butting in!-!-!-!" wrote Wanda in big letters.
"I'm looking out for you're best intersests!" insisted Magneto.
"No, you're looking out for-YOUR-best interests! As far as you see it I'm only distracting him!" Wanda jotted down.
"THAT'S REDICULOUS!-I am merely trying to point that you're both still very young-and young people have a tendency to change their minds-" her father attempted to take the cerebral route out.
"This coming from a man who has SEVERE COMMITMENT ISSUES!" wrote Wanda.
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Back at the Institute~
The adults were sitting in the in Xavier's office going over all the most recent information collected in Apocalypse. When suddenly the silence was broken by~
"Kitty, please put down the AX!" pleaded Kurt.
"Kurt, I told you time and time again not to go near my computer-but no-you just wouldn't LISTEN!"
BAMF!
CHOP!-Kitty swung through Kurt and into a door frame.
"DAMNIT! Hold still!" shouted Shadowcat as she removed the blade from the wall, "Your fur is going to great with my comforter once I turn you into a throw pillow!"
~
"I'll handle this," said Logan getting up.
~
Just then from the second floor-
"SCOTT?! What are you doing in my closet?!" yelled Jean.
"Jean, I wear there is a perfectly logical reason for this-if you just give me five minutes I'm sure it'll sound convincing!" insisted Scott.
"UNHAND MY SHOES!" shouted Jean.
"I was just organizing-I swear!" whimpered Scott-a.k.a the X-Men's fearless leader.
~
All the men were looking at Storm.
"What are you all, DERANGED?! That's a suicide mission without telekinesis." Storm pointed out.
"She's got a point!" admitted Beast.
"I'll handle it." Charles reassured them in his warm manner.
-------------
Back at Magneto's pad Rogue and Mystique had been at it for two hours! And they had also picked up as few spectators, Mastermind and Sabertooth.
Finally Rogue had had enough!
"THAT'S IT!" she yelled, "AH'VE HAD IT!"
"OH REALLY?!" shouted Mystique crossing her arms, "AND JUST WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING TO DO?-GO CRY ON GAMBIT'S SHOULDER?!"
"HA-YOU WISH!" screamed Rogue as she turned to face Remy.
"This should be good," growled Mystique.
"Remy, Sugah, Ah need a weekend at the spa fer obvious reasons," said Rogue shooting a glare toward her adoptive mother.
"Alright, Cher, here," said Remy smiling as he took out his wallet and handed her his Master Card, "an' take de other fillies wid you."
"Thanks, Sugah," said Rogue as she kissed the strip of fabric running over forehead and the headed for the door.
BANG!-The door slammed shut and Rogue was gone.
"My God, man, are you insane?!" asked Mastermind, "You just let her walk out of here with your credit card!"
Remy shrugged, "She's happy dat's all dat matters-"
"You can't be serious!" Mystique rolled her eyes.
"An' when she's happy," Remy added, "she lets Gambit do stuff to her."
"Preachin' to the choir, kid," Creed laughed on account of he, himself was very experienced with the 'ceremonial handing over of the credit card' when it came to Storm (Bushwhacked ref.).
Disclaimer: I own nothing as of yet.
(AN: 'Basta' is Italian for 'enough')
Gambit showed up at the Institute around noon and received a usual less than tepid welcome from the Wolverine.
Picture this-Gambit and Rogue are laying on the couch in the commons watching TV minding their own-rather each other's business. Rogue is draped over Remy's chest with her head under his chin. The remote was placed precariously on the coffee table, just balancing-half on half off.
BAM!
The door to the commons room was thrown open.
Gambit and Rogue didn't flinch.
"Bonjuor, Wolvie," said sleepy Gambit, "Back from beatin' off after a danger room session, so soon?"
"Gambit, be niahce!" warned Rogue.
"That's it, Gumbo, yer ass is mine!" growled Wolverine.
"Whoa, 'old it dere homme, Gambit don' swing dat way."
Rogue burst out laughing, "Ya have to admit it, Logan, you walked into that one."
SKNIT!
Logan started to growl, "Lets take this outside."
"Lemme jus' get de cards," said Gambit reaching for his pocket.
"Oh would the two of you knock it off!" groaned Rogue, "Ah sweah you two are than toddlers!"
"Speaking of kids, were you two planning on having any? I mean I've been curious ever since that movie-about eye color that is, Belle brought up an interesting point. (How Much Embarrassment Can 2 Mutants Take? ref.) " said Logan with a wolfish grin.
Remy visibly paled, "Dat's not funny, Fuzzy!-'sides Belle's a psycho."
"Ugh, he's just trahy'n ta scare you." Rogue rolled her eyes.
Sniff-sniff
"It's working," said Logan still smiling as he sat down.
Remy and Rogue looked at each other and then back at Wolverine.
"Yer just gonna sit there and prah into our private life?!" asked Rogue more than a little cheesed off.
"Hey, at least he's not readin' Hustler, while we watch TV dis time." said Gambit.
-------------
It was pretty much the same thing at Magneto's place, only rather than the Wolverine they had Mystique to contend with-
"You know, Dear, You can do better than him," said Mystique with her arms crossed as she hovered behind the couch.
Rogue's eyes narrowed, "Funny, Ah could say the same fer you-Ah mean the whole 'take over the world thing' is really a bit passé."
"Why you little!" yelled Mystique, "How dare you address your Mother in such a tone!"
Rogue rolled her eyes, "Yer not my mother!"
"That's not what you said two weeks ago (Bushwhacked ref.)," said Mystique in a dangerous tone.
"I was hiahgher than a fucking kite!" argued Rogue.
-------------
Meanwhile Magneto was having a similar argument with Wanda a few doors down, only there's wasn't as noticeable on account of Wanda's tongue still hurt like a mother so she had to write all of her responses.
"Wanda-for the last time-what were you thinking?!" her father was growing weary of her relationship with Pyro-VERY, VERY QUICKLY!
"It would be fun for the both of us! (her and Py)" she wrote.
"Do you have any idea the infection that can occur from piercing?!"
"What?! I had a doctor do it!" Wanda scribbled.
"How long do you think this relationship is going to last?!" her father asked.
"Probably not long, if you keep butting in!-!-!-!" wrote Wanda in big letters.
"I'm looking out for you're best intersests!" insisted Magneto.
"No, you're looking out for-YOUR-best interests! As far as you see it I'm only distracting him!" Wanda jotted down.
"THAT'S REDICULOUS!-I am merely trying to point that you're both still very young-and young people have a tendency to change their minds-" her father attempted to take the cerebral route out.
"This coming from a man who has SEVERE COMMITMENT ISSUES!" wrote Wanda.
-------------
Back at the Institute~
The adults were sitting in the in Xavier's office going over all the most recent information collected in Apocalypse. When suddenly the silence was broken by~
"Kitty, please put down the AX!" pleaded Kurt.
"Kurt, I told you time and time again not to go near my computer-but no-you just wouldn't LISTEN!"
BAMF!
CHOP!-Kitty swung through Kurt and into a door frame.
"DAMNIT! Hold still!" shouted Shadowcat as she removed the blade from the wall, "Your fur is going to great with my comforter once I turn you into a throw pillow!"
~
"I'll handle this," said Logan getting up.
~
Just then from the second floor-
"SCOTT?! What are you doing in my closet?!" yelled Jean.
"Jean, I wear there is a perfectly logical reason for this-if you just give me five minutes I'm sure it'll sound convincing!" insisted Scott.
"UNHAND MY SHOES!" shouted Jean.
"I was just organizing-I swear!" whimpered Scott-a.k.a the X-Men's fearless leader.
~
All the men were looking at Storm.
"What are you all, DERANGED?! That's a suicide mission without telekinesis." Storm pointed out.
"She's got a point!" admitted Beast.
"I'll handle it." Charles reassured them in his warm manner.
-------------
Back at Magneto's pad Rogue and Mystique had been at it for two hours! And they had also picked up as few spectators, Mastermind and Sabertooth.
Finally Rogue had had enough!
"THAT'S IT!" she yelled, "AH'VE HAD IT!"
"OH REALLY?!" shouted Mystique crossing her arms, "AND JUST WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING TO DO?-GO CRY ON GAMBIT'S SHOULDER?!"
"HA-YOU WISH!" screamed Rogue as she turned to face Remy.
"This should be good," growled Mystique.
"Remy, Sugah, Ah need a weekend at the spa fer obvious reasons," said Rogue shooting a glare toward her adoptive mother.
"Alright, Cher, here," said Remy smiling as he took out his wallet and handed her his Master Card, "an' take de other fillies wid you."
"Thanks, Sugah," said Rogue as she kissed the strip of fabric running over forehead and the headed for the door.
BANG!-The door slammed shut and Rogue was gone.
"My God, man, are you insane?!" asked Mastermind, "You just let her walk out of here with your credit card!"
Remy shrugged, "She's happy dat's all dat matters-"
"You can't be serious!" Mystique rolled her eyes.
"An' when she's happy," Remy added, "she lets Gambit do stuff to her."
"Preachin' to the choir, kid," Creed laughed on account of he, himself was very experienced with the 'ceremonial handing over of the credit card' when it came to Storm (Bushwhacked ref.).