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Brows were raised. Well, Rogue arched her brows up. Remy really didn't care; He just wanted to get Rogue to safety.
"Rogue.." Scott stared at her through red shades. His eyes, even through you couldn't see them, were locked on her stomach.
"Scott.." She repeated, caught in the moment. She could feel his eyes burning into her stomach. There was some explaining to do. Just not now.
"Remy." Remy stated, carefully grabbing Rogue's arm. "Now 'dat we all 'member each other let's get out of 'ere."
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"Scott.." Jean felt her heart stop. Her stomach went into a fit of flutters and her knees went weak. Her eyes became glossy and her jaw dropped. Her slightly tanned face went ghostly white.
"Jean.." He exhaled slowly, staring at her. Rogue was pretty sure if his eyes were visible, they would also be glossy and love-struck. Remy watched amused. A small smirk found it's way on his face as he wrapped an arm securely below Rogue's stomach. Jean suddenly ran towards Scott and jumped right on him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Let's get out of 'ere befo' 'dey really start t' show 'dere affections."
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"Things are getting out of control." Professor sighed heavily. "That is why we're having a lockdown. I don't want anyone to get hurt."
"How long are we going to have to, like, stay in here?" Kitty asked sitting herself down on the Professor's desk. She folded her arms and eyed Rogue's stomach.
"Until things out there get settled. Who knows what they're planning next." Ororo answered entering the room besides Beast.
"Everything is ready, Charles." Hank McCoy announced. "Just need your okay and this place is going to be shut tight."
"This is ridiculous." Rogue murmured leaning into Remy. She brushed her white fringes out of her face. "We shouldn't be the ones hidin'." Remy whispered something into her ear and then kissed her neck.
"It's not like ve can't get out of here." Kurt spoke up then bamf'd from one side of the room to another. "See? And Kitty can go through valls. So it's not like ve're trapped."
"We might as well be." Rogue snapped coldly and then broke away from Remy and walked out of the room. No one dared followed.
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"They just want what's best for me." Jubilee sat against the wall in her bedroom. Bobby threw himself down on her bed and mumbled something under her breath. Things got silent for a while until Bobby looked up and looked at her. Jubilee's head hung low, her dark colored hair fell in front of her face. "I'm not leaving."
"You have to." He stated dumbly. "If you don't, it'll just cause more problems for the institute."
She looked up at him with watery eyes. "You want me to leave?" She spoke slowly as she accused him. "You want me to leave." Realization hit in. "You—"
"I never said I wanted you to leave." He sat up and put his hands up in defense. "I just don't want anything to happen to you, you know?"
She frowned at him. "No, I don't know." Before he could say anything else, she quickly got to her feet, grabbed her yellow jacket, that had been lazily thrown on the back of a chair, and exited from the room.
Bobby just sighed in frustration. This was the last thing he wanted.
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"Are you sure we should play with Gambit's cards?" Amara asked settling herself down on Pyro's bed. He sat across from her with about a foot of space between them.
"Why not?" He asked not bothering to look up at her as he shuffled the deck. A toothpick was placed firmly between his lips.
"What if they blow up or something?" She shifted uncomfortably as she stared at the toothpick. It flicked from side to side by his tongue from inside his mouth. He chuckled at her words.
"Oy. I have to admit, I wouldn't be surprised if they did." He suddenly frowned. "Crikey! What is up with this? All the Queens are missing." He arched one brow up. The toothpick fell from his lips. "The jokers aren't even in here." He threw the cards aside. "I don't even want to know."
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The protesters watched from outside the gate surrounding the mansion as metal shields came down over the doors, windows and walls. They all began talking at once as the place became protected and shielded all around.
"They're planning something!" Someone yelled from the back. Some nodded instantly while others exchanged confused glances. "They have to be up to something."
"Probably planning on how to destroy our city s'more!" Another voice chimed in, waving an anti-mutant sign around furiously.
Things were not going to get any better.
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"It's kinda freaky." Sam commented walking down the hall between Ray and Roberto. "Ah hope all this takes time away from our trainin' sessions."
Ray grunted. "Right. Like Logan would let that happen."
"Logan ain't that bad of a guy. Ah'm sure he'll go easy on us."
"And why would he do that?" Ray's left eye twitched. "If anything he'll work us harder while still managing to throw in a 'bub' here and there. Watch it Bub!" He mocked elbowing Sam in the ribs then took off, walking heavily down the hall.
"Ah think he electrocuted some brain cells." Sam said after witnessing the traumatizing act. Ray nodded in agreement.
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Remy cautiously entered the room he shared with Rogue. The room was pitch black due to the lack of light coming from outside.
"They're goin' ta start attackin' us." Rogue said to him when she saw his glowing red eyes. "They're goin' ta take all this the wrong way an' attack."
"Sometime I t'ink we're bett'r off not savin' 'dere arses." He walked over and sat down next to her. "'Dat way 'dey can see what we really do fo' 'em."
She suddenly smiled in the darkness. "Ya said 'arses.'" She seemed amused by this, which made Remy chuckle.
"Y' be easily amused, non?" He got up from the bed, closed the door, turned on a lamp (after stubbing his toe) and then sat back down. "What a work out."
"Ah'm goin' ta be givin' birth in a few months." Rogue said as if she just realized it. "What if we're still stuck in here when Ah go inta labor?"
"Don' be worryin' 'bout that chére. Put yo'r mind on oth'r t'ings." He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Like what we goin' t' name our won'de'ful chil'ren." He squeezed her shoulder. "Y' don' want 'em to give 'emselves nicknames 'cause 'dere parents gave 'em a stupid name."
"Are ya statin' somethin' Mista Lebeau?" Rogue suddenly asked, raising a brow. "'Cause if ya're referrin' ta the fact—"
"Is someone callin' mon name?" Remy suddenly stood up. He covered his mouth and muttered his name. "Oui. I believe someone is! I mus'n keep 'em waitin'." He quickly opened the door and made his way down the hall. Rogue rolled her eyes, as he appeared less than a minute later, winking at her. He walked back in and sat himself down next to her. While Rogue pondered why he was so happy and energetic these days, she noticed the twinkle of happiness showing in his eyes.
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"The Professah, Storm, Dog-Breath and Beast are in a meetin'." Pyro announced walking towards Amara with his arms full of.. Waxed paper. "That means no supervision!"
Her brows arched up curiously. "And what's the waxed paper for, St. John?" She pointed to it.
He looked down then back up at her with a toothy grin plastered on his face. "Waxed sculptors!"
This was going to be interesting.
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"I'm fine here.. really, Dad, really!" Jubilee stood in the hallway with the phone clutched in her hand. "I'm a mutant, Dad. I belong here. I need to fight for our right. Not literally." She rolled her eyes and then flipped her hair behind her shoulder with an aggravated sigh. "Listen to me.. I want to stay here. It is safe. If you want what's best for me then let me make my own decisions." She slowly inhaled then exhaled. "Just listen to me once. I'm old enough—" She felt like throwing the phone. "I'm turning seventeen, not seven." After hesitation from the other side, a smile formed on her lips. "Thanks. I promise—everything is okay." After that they said their goodbyes and she hung up. 'At least I hope it is.'
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"Y' realize 'dere was really no point in goin' t' N'Awlins?" Remy asked running his hands through his hair. "We were 'dere fo' only a few hours."
"So?" Rogue asked without looking up at him. She sat on the bed next to him, writing in a notebook. "It wasn't meant ta be a big trip. Ah jus' wanted ta meet yoah daddy.." She placed the end of the pen in her mouth and sucked on the end of it.
He grunted. "Sure Roguey, sure. Y' not 'dat innocent." He reached over and pulled the pen out of her mouth. "Don' do 'dat. It ruins yo'r teeth an' 'dats mon favorite pen." She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off. "An' don' say y' were suckin' on it 'cause if y' were y'd suck up ink an'.. ink tastes nasty."
She made a face at him. "Ya are jus' mad it's the pen Ah'm suckin' on an' not ya."
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Long enough. That's all you get 'cause I'm lazy and out of ideas for this chapter. But I have the rest of this fic planned. Just not in great details.
Niteflite You get a cookie because just by asking My question is, how did Rogue get over her powers? Just by sheer willpower? I decided to do a chapter on when R&R met, how she managed to control her powers and stuff like that. Doesn't it sound just NIFTY?
Rogue77 I don't even know how many months along Rogue is. That's pretty sad, huh?
*scratches head* Hmm.. Any other questions I need to answer? The trip to New Orleans was meant to be short. I don't know why. Anyway! Thank y'all for thanking your time to read my crap-work *and* to review! W00T! It warms my black heart. Har har har.
If anyone cares, I found out that my nationality was Irish and French Canadian today. I laughed so hard. My dad was like "o.O…"
So! Hope ALL YOU WONDERFUL REVIEWERS liked this crappy chapter that I spent an hour on. Yes, a whole hour! =P
