Anything but Ordinary3: With that threat who wouldn't update?
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Remy Lebeau a.k.a. Gambit walked through the mansion, looking in every room for his silent seventeen-year-old ward. It had been over two hours since he'd seen or heard Angel; he was beginning to worry intensly.
Angel had gone back to herself after the first few months that Tara was gone. She was almost normal except for on certain days she went into silent mode and ignored any attempts to talk to her; today was one.
The 12th anniversary of their adoption.
"Angel!"
No response came except Logan's growl of,"Kitchen."
Remy hurried down the stairs and toward the kitchen, entering and looking around. He sighed in relief when he noticed Angel Blade sitting at the table, reading through some book that lay open before her; a half-eaten package of crackers and kool-aid sat beside her.
Nothing had really changed in two years except she's stopped growing and lost a bit of weight since she rarely ate anything else. The black jeans and navy sweater she wore were too big even though Rogue had bought them for her last Christmas, barely five months ago. Boots encased her legs up to the knees along with the hair holder around her dark hair.
"Mon ange, Remy don' t'ink dat count as food..."
She shrugged without lifting her head. "Crackers and kool-aid are food, Remy dear. They eat 'em on Seasame Street all the time.."
Remy shook his head. "Non, dere be a full pot of Jambalaya on de stove. Why y'not eat dat, petite?"
"I'm not that hungry, Remy...do you know what today is?"she questioned, quietly, folding the book shut and looking up at him. Her eyes had lost most of their usual excitment as she watched him. "Twelve years ago today Tara and I were adopted. Neat, huh?"
"Mon ange, de past be over. The petite's brother say she be well,"he told her. He fixed a bowl then set it before her, putting the crackers back in the cabinet. He gave her a spoon then watched her play with the dark colored concoction. "Y'really should make more friends..."
Angel took a bite of his Jambalaya then another, chewing incredibly slow. Her words were measured when she finally spoke.
"I don't need friends, Remy. I have plenty...you, Rogue, David, uh..." She stopped.
She'd probaly realized her options were limited since she rarely left the institute. Outside of going shopping with Rogue or taking David places she didn't leave unless forced; it took threatening to get her to do either of those.
Logan was the exact opposite now. He left most of the time and no one knew when he returned; no one bothered with asking since he'd never tell.
Remy sighed and placed his hand on the one of hers that laid beside her still almost full bowl. "Angel, for Remy's sake will y'return to de high school?"he questioned, knowing how she'd answer.
Angel pulled her hand away, beginning to twirl a lock of hair, absently. She stared out the window behind him, continuing the annoying motion of twirling her hair. Seven months of practice made the pose almost a perfect replication of some in a trance; Remy didn't buy it.
"Dat's not gonna work, cher. Remy t'ink dat it might help if de angel had more friends...dat's why Remy made plans."
"What plans?" The facade was instantly forgotten.
"It be a suprise, mon ange, but Remy had Roguey pack y'stuff. It's time to go..."
She stared at him, blankly. She didn't move to get up but crossed one leg over the other, leaning back in her chair. One eyebrow raised in question at his words; she didn't look pleased and her empathy wasn't helping since she probaly picked up on his anger and nervousness.
"What did you do, cher?"she asked, mocking his accent, lightly. "Send me to boarding or military school?"
Remy shook his head. "Non, cher. It be reality tv..."
"Uh-uh...no, Remy LePew. I am not going on reality tv where they ask you to share your problems then poll the audience for what to do."
Before Remy could react Angel had jumped up and taken off running out the side door of the mansion. He cursed and ran after her, catching up to her just as she ran straight into...Kurt.
"Let go of me!" She struggled when Kurt caught her, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
"Fine my sister, Remy. She vill know vhat to do vith ze Angelic one..."
"Kurt Wagner, you put me down this instant!"
Remy listened to her rants until he'd vanished up the staircase of the mansion, only then did they fade into silence. A few moments later and Rogue was downstairs with him. The second they hit the first floor landing her ranting picked back up.
"...let go of me. I ain't seeing another psycho who needs more therapy then me, especially one of tv. LET GO OF ME!"
"Angel, stop fightin'. I'm here,"Rogue soothed, nodding for Kurt to release her.
He hesitated but did. Angel instantly went to Rogue; moisture glittered at the lower part of her eyes when she looked at them again. This time it wasn't an act.
Angel's first therapy session hadn't gone so well especially when she trashed the doctor's office, throwing several chairs and other patient forms out the window. She hadn't returned since nor had any of the other X-Men. The temper part of her 'grieving' had vanished.
"Angel, sugah, I'm real sorry about this..."
Remy felt bad when Rogue placed her hand against the girl's cheek, even worse when she collapased into Kurt's waiting arms. It wasn't the greatest feeling in the world to trick a seventeen-year-old who had already gone through more then most people her age ever would.
"Remy promise dis be for y'own good, mon ange...
BROTHERHOOD HEADQUARTERS (SAME TIME)
"Tara, Dad wants to see you..."
Tara Toynbee looked up from where she had been working on something for Toad. She rolled her eyes at the sight of Natasha Creed, leaning against one of the work tables.
"Tell Vicky I don't feel like playing any games where I get abused right now,"she muttered, tossing a wrench into the drawer. "Is it about Mort?"
"Nope, not about your brother. Dad just said to tell you he needed to talk to us both...Mags and Mystic are both out...come on."
"Is Mort--Toad here or still out on his mission?"Tara questioned, wiping her hands first on a rag then on the black jeans she wore; she didn't appear fazed by the news of wanting to be seen.
Normally Sabertooth calling on her would mean she'd done something wrong or Toad had and that he wanted to give her a 'lecture'. His last lecture had left her with a broken wrist, multiple body injuries, and a slight concussion to her head. Great lecture, huh?
Natasha played with a wrench on the work bench. "Still out...Dad won't do anything, Tara. I'm sure it's just routine proccedure or about our grades. You have nothing to worry about; you're a genius after all!"
Tara rolled her eyes and walked with her friend out of the hangar. The metal walls echoed their words back on each side.
Despite the fact that Minor Threat had never met again or practiced since she joined the brotherhood, having Natasha around kind of helped. Kind of. Natasha wasn't the same as having Angel around.
Angel. Someone she thought about constantly but figured probaly never thought about her. Who remembered their best friend of ten years?
Her thoughts were interrupted when she ran into a wall. She rubbed her head and glowered at it. "Bad wall. I was walking there..."
"Riiight, wrong direction,"Natasha pointed out, taking hold of her arm and pulling her off into a diffrent hall. A few moments later they reached the 'meeting' room which was really just another excuse for Magneto to summon them somewhere other then 'the metal room'. "
Saber was waiting when the two entered the meeting room and took seats at the opposite end of the table. He didn't look at all happy or like he wanted to see them.
Tara didn't say anything but simply stared at the table. She hated meeting his gaze because it reminded her of Logan without the amusement that had always been in Logan's expressions.
Logan. He'd probaly left the second she was gone. She'd been nothing but burden to him from the moment she found his alcohol stash and got drunk twelve years before; he'd never said it directly but his behavior said it all.
Saber glared at his daughter who had begun to chew a piece of gum, popping bubbles every few minutes.
"That would be enough, Tasha. Magneto would like you two to join a mutant/homo sapien reality tv show in the hopes of recruiting several....powerful and standard mutants."
"Reality tv?"Natasha scoffed. "Mags finally lost it."
"Tasha." His tone was warning. "One of the mutants could be vital to the Brotherhood....you two leave tomorrow. Go pack."
Tara stared at him. "Does Toad know about this?"she demanded, not liking the idea of leaving before her brother returned.
"He authorized it. Packing, Tara, Tasha...seven o'clock tomorrow...go."
TWO HOURS LATER
"Dammnit, I don't wanna leave, Mort!"
Toad shrugged at his sister's rant. "There's not much of a choice here on your part, Tadpole. Maybe if you're away from Saber you won't get anymore not neccessary abuse..."
"Bull shit!"
"Yeah, I love you too. Have you packed?"(A/N: see bottom to understand the "bull shit" thing)
Tara glowered then handed him a wrench when he held out his hand.
"I'm not leaving. End of discussion."
"Go pack...."
"If I don't?"she replied even though she rarely argued witht her brother. He was the only person there who really cared for her aside from Tasha's friendship. "What will you do if I don't?"
"Pack for you. Who's packing?"
She stared at him, irritated. Toad stared back at her, smirking.
Several minutes later she gave up and began to walk out of the hangar. Her expression and the stiffness of her back showed she wasn't pleased.
"Tara."
She turned back.
"It's not as bad as you think. I heard some things about this show, The Unreal World? Give it time...maybe you'll even see some old friends."
Tara laughed and walked out, footsteps echoing.
Toad smirked and drew out the paper he'd recieved from Magneto. Several names were circled with an arrow pointing at them.
Kellie Senthesis.
Russ Collins.
Corey Desmonds.
Angel Blade-Lebeau.
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I love you has eight letters; so does bull shit. It's a joke from one of my sister's icons. Next chapter: reunion between friends and new meetings with some strange characters.
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Remy Lebeau a.k.a. Gambit walked through the mansion, looking in every room for his silent seventeen-year-old ward. It had been over two hours since he'd seen or heard Angel; he was beginning to worry intensly.
Angel had gone back to herself after the first few months that Tara was gone. She was almost normal except for on certain days she went into silent mode and ignored any attempts to talk to her; today was one.
The 12th anniversary of their adoption.
"Angel!"
No response came except Logan's growl of,"Kitchen."
Remy hurried down the stairs and toward the kitchen, entering and looking around. He sighed in relief when he noticed Angel Blade sitting at the table, reading through some book that lay open before her; a half-eaten package of crackers and kool-aid sat beside her.
Nothing had really changed in two years except she's stopped growing and lost a bit of weight since she rarely ate anything else. The black jeans and navy sweater she wore were too big even though Rogue had bought them for her last Christmas, barely five months ago. Boots encased her legs up to the knees along with the hair holder around her dark hair.
"Mon ange, Remy don' t'ink dat count as food..."
She shrugged without lifting her head. "Crackers and kool-aid are food, Remy dear. They eat 'em on Seasame Street all the time.."
Remy shook his head. "Non, dere be a full pot of Jambalaya on de stove. Why y'not eat dat, petite?"
"I'm not that hungry, Remy...do you know what today is?"she questioned, quietly, folding the book shut and looking up at him. Her eyes had lost most of their usual excitment as she watched him. "Twelve years ago today Tara and I were adopted. Neat, huh?"
"Mon ange, de past be over. The petite's brother say she be well,"he told her. He fixed a bowl then set it before her, putting the crackers back in the cabinet. He gave her a spoon then watched her play with the dark colored concoction. "Y'really should make more friends..."
Angel took a bite of his Jambalaya then another, chewing incredibly slow. Her words were measured when she finally spoke.
"I don't need friends, Remy. I have plenty...you, Rogue, David, uh..." She stopped.
She'd probaly realized her options were limited since she rarely left the institute. Outside of going shopping with Rogue or taking David places she didn't leave unless forced; it took threatening to get her to do either of those.
Logan was the exact opposite now. He left most of the time and no one knew when he returned; no one bothered with asking since he'd never tell.
Remy sighed and placed his hand on the one of hers that laid beside her still almost full bowl. "Angel, for Remy's sake will y'return to de high school?"he questioned, knowing how she'd answer.
Angel pulled her hand away, beginning to twirl a lock of hair, absently. She stared out the window behind him, continuing the annoying motion of twirling her hair. Seven months of practice made the pose almost a perfect replication of some in a trance; Remy didn't buy it.
"Dat's not gonna work, cher. Remy t'ink dat it might help if de angel had more friends...dat's why Remy made plans."
"What plans?" The facade was instantly forgotten.
"It be a suprise, mon ange, but Remy had Roguey pack y'stuff. It's time to go..."
She stared at him, blankly. She didn't move to get up but crossed one leg over the other, leaning back in her chair. One eyebrow raised in question at his words; she didn't look pleased and her empathy wasn't helping since she probaly picked up on his anger and nervousness.
"What did you do, cher?"she asked, mocking his accent, lightly. "Send me to boarding or military school?"
Remy shook his head. "Non, cher. It be reality tv..."
"Uh-uh...no, Remy LePew. I am not going on reality tv where they ask you to share your problems then poll the audience for what to do."
Before Remy could react Angel had jumped up and taken off running out the side door of the mansion. He cursed and ran after her, catching up to her just as she ran straight into...Kurt.
"Let go of me!" She struggled when Kurt caught her, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
"Fine my sister, Remy. She vill know vhat to do vith ze Angelic one..."
"Kurt Wagner, you put me down this instant!"
Remy listened to her rants until he'd vanished up the staircase of the mansion, only then did they fade into silence. A few moments later and Rogue was downstairs with him. The second they hit the first floor landing her ranting picked back up.
"...let go of me. I ain't seeing another psycho who needs more therapy then me, especially one of tv. LET GO OF ME!"
"Angel, stop fightin'. I'm here,"Rogue soothed, nodding for Kurt to release her.
He hesitated but did. Angel instantly went to Rogue; moisture glittered at the lower part of her eyes when she looked at them again. This time it wasn't an act.
Angel's first therapy session hadn't gone so well especially when she trashed the doctor's office, throwing several chairs and other patient forms out the window. She hadn't returned since nor had any of the other X-Men. The temper part of her 'grieving' had vanished.
"Angel, sugah, I'm real sorry about this..."
Remy felt bad when Rogue placed her hand against the girl's cheek, even worse when she collapased into Kurt's waiting arms. It wasn't the greatest feeling in the world to trick a seventeen-year-old who had already gone through more then most people her age ever would.
"Remy promise dis be for y'own good, mon ange...
BROTHERHOOD HEADQUARTERS (SAME TIME)
"Tara, Dad wants to see you..."
Tara Toynbee looked up from where she had been working on something for Toad. She rolled her eyes at the sight of Natasha Creed, leaning against one of the work tables.
"Tell Vicky I don't feel like playing any games where I get abused right now,"she muttered, tossing a wrench into the drawer. "Is it about Mort?"
"Nope, not about your brother. Dad just said to tell you he needed to talk to us both...Mags and Mystic are both out...come on."
"Is Mort--Toad here or still out on his mission?"Tara questioned, wiping her hands first on a rag then on the black jeans she wore; she didn't appear fazed by the news of wanting to be seen.
Normally Sabertooth calling on her would mean she'd done something wrong or Toad had and that he wanted to give her a 'lecture'. His last lecture had left her with a broken wrist, multiple body injuries, and a slight concussion to her head. Great lecture, huh?
Natasha played with a wrench on the work bench. "Still out...Dad won't do anything, Tara. I'm sure it's just routine proccedure or about our grades. You have nothing to worry about; you're a genius after all!"
Tara rolled her eyes and walked with her friend out of the hangar. The metal walls echoed their words back on each side.
Despite the fact that Minor Threat had never met again or practiced since she joined the brotherhood, having Natasha around kind of helped. Kind of. Natasha wasn't the same as having Angel around.
Angel. Someone she thought about constantly but figured probaly never thought about her. Who remembered their best friend of ten years?
Her thoughts were interrupted when she ran into a wall. She rubbed her head and glowered at it. "Bad wall. I was walking there..."
"Riiight, wrong direction,"Natasha pointed out, taking hold of her arm and pulling her off into a diffrent hall. A few moments later they reached the 'meeting' room which was really just another excuse for Magneto to summon them somewhere other then 'the metal room'. "
Saber was waiting when the two entered the meeting room and took seats at the opposite end of the table. He didn't look at all happy or like he wanted to see them.
Tara didn't say anything but simply stared at the table. She hated meeting his gaze because it reminded her of Logan without the amusement that had always been in Logan's expressions.
Logan. He'd probaly left the second she was gone. She'd been nothing but burden to him from the moment she found his alcohol stash and got drunk twelve years before; he'd never said it directly but his behavior said it all.
Saber glared at his daughter who had begun to chew a piece of gum, popping bubbles every few minutes.
"That would be enough, Tasha. Magneto would like you two to join a mutant/homo sapien reality tv show in the hopes of recruiting several....powerful and standard mutants."
"Reality tv?"Natasha scoffed. "Mags finally lost it."
"Tasha." His tone was warning. "One of the mutants could be vital to the Brotherhood....you two leave tomorrow. Go pack."
Tara stared at him. "Does Toad know about this?"she demanded, not liking the idea of leaving before her brother returned.
"He authorized it. Packing, Tara, Tasha...seven o'clock tomorrow...go."
TWO HOURS LATER
"Dammnit, I don't wanna leave, Mort!"
Toad shrugged at his sister's rant. "There's not much of a choice here on your part, Tadpole. Maybe if you're away from Saber you won't get anymore not neccessary abuse..."
"Bull shit!"
"Yeah, I love you too. Have you packed?"(A/N: see bottom to understand the "bull shit" thing)
Tara glowered then handed him a wrench when he held out his hand.
"I'm not leaving. End of discussion."
"Go pack...."
"If I don't?"she replied even though she rarely argued witht her brother. He was the only person there who really cared for her aside from Tasha's friendship. "What will you do if I don't?"
"Pack for you. Who's packing?"
She stared at him, irritated. Toad stared back at her, smirking.
Several minutes later she gave up and began to walk out of the hangar. Her expression and the stiffness of her back showed she wasn't pleased.
"Tara."
She turned back.
"It's not as bad as you think. I heard some things about this show, The Unreal World? Give it time...maybe you'll even see some old friends."
Tara laughed and walked out, footsteps echoing.
Toad smirked and drew out the paper he'd recieved from Magneto. Several names were circled with an arrow pointing at them.
Kellie Senthesis.
Russ Collins.
Corey Desmonds.
Angel Blade-Lebeau.
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I love you has eight letters; so does bull shit. It's a joke from one of my sister's icons. Next chapter: reunion between friends and new meetings with some strange characters.