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Okay for the past few chapters I think that when I typed 'dot dot dot' like '. . . . ' Its been showing up only as one dot so it looks like a period in the middle of the sentence instead. Does that make any sense? Well I hope I found a way to make it right but I can't tell unless it's posted on ff.net cuz the problems only happen when it's on the site.
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CHAPTER 11 Payphones, Passions and Pillow talk. . . .Among other things.
The chill in the air sent shivers down the spines of Kurt and Amara. The massively thick fog was not making it easy for them to see where they were. The shipping port was huge and the giant boats bumped against the wooden planks of the docks.
"I can't see a thing. Can you?" Amara asked.
"Nien. I can see ze poles on ze boats zo." Kurt said, straining his eyes, looking up.
"Well then why don't you port up there and find out if you can see any better from up there then down here?" Amara suggested.
"Already on it." Kurt said before teleporting up onto the towering mast of the ship.
He perched on the pole and held onto it with one hand and his feet while putting is other hand above his eyes at his forehead, trying to see more clearly.
"Anything?" She called up. She couldn't see him but she'd heard the faint, familiar porting sound that told her he'd made it to his destination.
"Nein. Zere isn't a soul around here." He called back down.
"Well why don't you wait a minute or two incase someone does show up?" She asked.
"Ja okay. I'll be lookout. You stay zere incase I miss somezing." He told her.
"Got it." She said, following the order with a little salute that he couldn't see anyways.
This was her first mission and she was going to do it right.
"Amara vhy don't you valk closer to ze Jet. Its not a good idea to get too far away from it vhen you can't see anyzing." He told her.
"Okay. I can't really tell where I am, but I'll find it." She said, beginning to take small, cautious steps in front of her because she couldn't see where she was going hardly.
"Alright. Just be sure to vatch vhere you are going. Be careful to not fall into ze vater." He told her.
"Don't worry Kurt. I'm near the water but I know it's on my right so I just wont go to my right." She said simply.
"Okay." He answered, not fully convinced that it was safe down there alone. He then continued to scan the area below him.
Amara walked carefully with each step, making the rotting boards under her creek. All of a sudden she slipped on a wet part of the dock and landed on her butt, rolling to her right.
She let out a scream but was able to stop herself right at the very edge before she fell into the water.
She let out a huge breath of relief, shaking away the feeling of her heart jumping out of her chest when she almost fell.
"Amara!? Are you okay?" Kurt asked, worriedly.
"Yeah Kurt, I'm fine." She said, picking herself up and wiping her hands on her jeans.
"Vhy did you scream?" He called down.
"I just slipped on the wet boards but I caught myself before anything happened." She said casually.
She didn't want to make a big deal out of anything or they wouldn't think she would be capable for a second mission yet.
"Okay, just be careful." He told her.
"Don't worry Kurt I wi.."
She stopped what she was saying when she felt the boards underneath her creak even more and before she could move out of the way the rotting planks underneath her broke apart and she fell through them into the ice cold water, letting out a shriek before she plunged into the glacial depths under the old docks.
"Amara!?" He shouted after hearing her scream followed by a loud splash.
"Amara!?" He asked again.
After getting no answer he ported down to where he had left her immediately and searched the area for her.
"Amara!" He called, cupping his hands in front of his mouth so he would sound louder.
He took a step forward and his left leg dropped into a hole. He caught himself before the rest of his body fell into the gap and he hastily pulled himself out and onto the safety of the more solid and dry area of the deck.
"Amara!" He exclaimed, putting the pieces together.
When she still didn't answer he got control of the situation and calmed himself down. He switched on his com link so he could talk into it and contacted the institute and anyone else who had their link on.
"Night Crawler here. Amara fell into ze vater ond I can't find her. Ze fog is too heavy ond I cannot look for her vit out falling in mien self." He said, trying to stay calm, but eyeing the area where he knew the whole was with worried eyes.
"Kurt?" Someone answered after a minute.
"Ja." He answered.
"Kurt its Storm. I'm at the mansion but I'll be there with you soon." She told him.
"Do you need coordinates?" He asked.
"No, the jet has a tracking device on it. You're near the docks are you not?" She asked.
"Ja. All right, I'll be vaiting but hurry Storm. Amara isn't answering." He said.
"Don't worry Kurt, I'm on my way." She said reassuringly.
Kurt nodded, even though no one was there to see him do it.
"Okay." He said, turning off his end of the com sense he wasn't going to be talking into it.
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"Okay now that its stopped raining can we like PLEASE get out of this hunk of stolen metal and get to a payphone or something so we can tell the Professor where we are?" Kitty pleaded in more of an annoying way then a begging one.
Pietro sighed. "Alright fine we'll find a payphone and call the institute, but you can't go. We'll have to wait for Rogue to wake up." He told her.
Kitty crossed her arms over her chest and stood up.
"And why not? Why can Rogue go but I can't?" She asked.
"Because Pryde, she's had time to let the drug ware off. You're still going through the phases of the effects." He told her.
(A/N: Phases. Get it? Cause Kitty phases through things? Oh well.)
"So?" She asked.
"So, you aren't in any condition to be out walking around yet." He said, trying to sound like he didn't care if she overdid it or not.
Why should I care anyways? She's just an X-geek, a valley girl, a goody two-shoes, a brainiac, perky, optimistic, able to light up the room with one smile, gentle . . . .WHOA! Hold up! Back to the insults! Back to the insults!' Pietro scolded himself for going from insulting her to complimenting her in his head.
"Pietro!" Her voice interrupted him.
"What!?" He asked, annoyed.
"I said, why can't I go? I'm like totally able to walk and all see?" She said, walking from one end of the trailer back to him. "See?"
"Fine whatever." He said, not wanting to deal with her complaining any longer.
"Come on Piotr, let's go find a payphone." He said, getting up and stretching his tensed muscles.
"Sorry Pietro, but I think I shall catch up on some much needed sleep. You only need two of you to go anyhow." Piotr said, plopping down on the chair Pietro had just gotten up off of.
Pietro grumbled at the Russian and rolled his eyes.
He sighed and heaved his shoulders. "Come on Pryde, let's go get this over with." He said in defeat, grabbing her wrist and pulling her out the door.
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Xavier was outside, talking to the police officers that were there to keep things under control with the rioters outside the gates and Hank was locked up in his soundproof lab, tinkering with something.
Logan was off hunting down Acolytes with the others and Storm had just left to join him and the others in search of Kitty and Rogue. There were no more adults left inside the house and the younger students decided to take advantage of that.
It was around noon now and they'd all made lunch for themselves and were now eating the various sandwiches over paper plates in the rec room.
Bobby turned the television on an MTV station and muted it so they saw the video and the people dancing but didn't hear the words. Tabby then proceeded to flip through their different collections of CDs, picking out a song they'd all like.
"Hmm.." She mused, flipping through the discs.
"Come on Tabs. Just pick one already." Berzerker told her, stuffing a handful of potato chips into his mouth and crunching them up before swallowing.
"Alright, alright. Give me a minute." She said.
"Bingo!" She announced, pushing the eject button on the stereo and inserting the selected CD into the machine.
"What'd ya pick?" Sam asked.
"It better not be any of that girl power stuff or the boy bands Kitty used to listen to." Evan said, balancing on the back end of his skateboard.
Tabby scrunched up her face in disgust. "No way! You guys know me better then that." She said.
"Yeah, that's why we're all worried. We know she's Looney bin material." Ray mumbled. The boys laughed but she ignored his comment.
"Whatever. Come on, let's crank up the tunes and party people!" She announced, twisting the knob on the sound system up to full blast and putting it to the song she wanted to dance to.
. . . .Back off. I'll take you on.
Head strong, I'll take on anyone.
I know that you are wrong.
This is not where you belong. . . . .
Tabby began to dance around the room like she was at a nightclub or something. Everyone else just danced and goofed off, popcorn getting tossed back and forth at the students.
Jamie was throwing pieces of popcorn in the air for Rahne to catch in her mouth in dog form.
Sam, Ray and the other guys were half joking around, half staring at Tabby, intrigued that someone could twist their body that way.
Tabby was oblivious to everyone and everything around her, she was just too caught up in the music to notice or care about anything else.
Nobody noticed when Jubilee came limping into the room, clutching on the banister for support.
"Uh. . . .guys." Jubilee said, trying to get their attention over the loud music.
No one had even noticed her presence.
"Guys!" She said, louder this time.
She was still inaudible over the song.
"GUYS!" She shouted, louder then both times before.
Her only answer was the sound of the chorus to Head Strong by Trapt.
"That's it!" She yelled in exasperation.
She shot her hands up in the air and sparks and fireworks flew from her hands.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to face her.
She was now clinging onto the banister. She had been using her ankle too much and it was really starting to get to her.
"Hey Jubes, what's going on?" Evan asked, switching off the music.
"Well I could use a little help over here." She said, motioning to her leg.
Ray and Sam walked over to her, lifted her a few inches above the ground and set her down on the couch in the rec room.
"So why are y' up anyways? Shouldn't y' be in bed?" Rahne asked, morphing back into human form.
"I have a broken ankle, not pneumonia." She said.
"I'm getting sick and tired of everyone treating me like a newborn or a porcelain doll or something." She told them, propping her foot up on a pillow that was on the coffee table, she sighed exasperatedly.
"We're not treating you like that. Bobby is." Tabby reminded her.
Jubilee sighed yet again, running a hand through her hair. "I know. That's the problem. He won't leave me alone and it's driving me crazy!" She exclaimed.
The boys could barely contain their laughter at her words. They all knew how Bobby felt about Jubilee but they'd sworn on an ice cube the size of Scott's car that they wouldn't tell any of the girls.
"Uh.guys why don't you go get us some more junk food or something." Rahne suggested to the boys.
"Huh? You're kidding me. We had to have taken all the snacks out of the kitchen and in here by now." Ray said, looking around at the artificial snack foods on the floor.
Sam nudged him in the rib and Rahne glared at him.
"Ohhh! I get it. You want us to leave so you can have one of those girl talks." Ray said.
The other boys just rolled their eyes and dragged him by the collar out of the room.
"Now then, why don't you tell us what's going on?" Tabby said, in a surprisingly curious tone. She actually sounded like she genuinely wanted to help.
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Amara felt the overpowering cold take over her body as she struggled to keep up on the surface of the water. She would have just floated but her ankle was tangled in a rope or something and it was tugging her under.
She'd been able to call out Kurt's name once but when she did she had swallowed a large amount of salt water in the process so her cries were muffled and to no avail.
She kept bobbing her head up, gasping for air but soon she was so cold her body became numb and she couldn't stay afloat.
She kept her eyes open as she watched the world outside the water get dimmer and further away. She felt the rope untangle itself but unfortunately for her, her body was still paralyzed at the moment and she couldn't fight the current that was now pulling her somewhere else.
She didn't think it was out to sea but she was being pulled somewhere now that she was untangled and that was fine by her because it was better then getting pulled down into a freezing, watery grave.
She fought to keep her eyes open for what seemed like an eternity but was, in reality, five minutes until her brain could take no more pain and drop in temperature. Her eyes fell closed and she let the currents take her wherever it was they were going.
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"Logan?" Jean called as they entered the empty parking garage.
"Are you sure he said to meet us here?" Scott asked.
"Positive." She replied.
"Well where is he?" Scott asked, his voice echoing through the garage.
Suddenly a man in old blue Jeans, a jean jacket, and a cap came flying across the garage and into the wall beside them.
"That'll teach ya. Now when I say leave the lady alone Bub, I mean leave the lady alone, not tell me to piss off and steal her purse." Logan growled, stepping into view.
The other man scrambled to his feet in pain and ran out of the parking area frantically.
Jean smiled and Scott looked at the older mutant approvingly and with relief. Scott always liked the idea of using their powers for the good of the community and Jean reminisced about a happy little memory of her week of fame as a Siren.
"Bout time you kids got here." Logan said, brushing himself off from the brawl he'd just been in.
(A/N: Who uses the word brawl anymore?)
"Sorry, we had to avoid a few unfriendly neighbors in this town." Jean apologized.
"They recognized us from the news." Scott mumbled with a scowl.
"Well you're both still in one piece so let's get down to business so I can go home and catch the last few minutes of my show." Logan said, motioning then over toward the opening and exit of the garage.
"Oh don't worry Logan." Jean said, failing at stifling the huge laugh coming out of her.
"Storm said to tell you that she taped Passions for you." She added, letting out another muffled laugh.
Logan stopped but didn't turn around. His claws popped out and he tightened his fists.
"Uh. . . . I mean, Storm's taping Passions for Scott. Not you. Scott." Jean said hastily.
"Hey I don't watch Soaps!" Scott said.
"You do now." Jean hissed, elbowing him in the ribs.
"Oh yeah." Scott said grumpily. The thongs he had to do to get his girlfriend out of a bind.
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Remy took in the sweet scent of Rogue's shampoo, or body wash, or whatever she used that smelt so nice and stroked her hair soothingly with one of his hands.
His other hand was wrapped around her waist, keeping her from rolling over and away from his body while she slept.
She let out a yawn and started to come to when something horrible happened.
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"What's the matter Pryde? Can't keep up? That wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that you were drugged and now the stuff is taking action on your body would it?" Pietro asked innocently with an 'I told you so' smirk, tapping his foot with sarcastic impatience.
He'd told her she wasn't going to make it very far before she started to get weak again. He had to give her props though. They'd been walking for a while now and she had been keeping up with him mostly up until now.
She was dragging her feet along the road, keeping her head up and trying to look as less pathetic and week as possible.
"Well I'm sorry Pietro but like not all of us have super speed." She shot back, getting angry and grumpy that she had to deal with staying alive long enough to get to a payphone AND listen to Pietro say I told you so to her in as many ways possible without actually saying those exact words.
He was persistent when it came to annoying the hell out of her. She'd give him props for that.
"I'm not using my powers genius." He said, emphasizing the sarcasm on the last word by poking his head with his index finger, pointing to the brain.
"Yeah well so what? I'm no that far behind." She mumbled grumpily.
A crack of thunder silenced their petty arguing for a brief minute.
"Looks like the storm is starting up again. I knew it would but I didn't think it'd be this soon." Pietro said, tilting his head to face up at the gray, cloudy skies.
"Oh great. Now I get to die from exhaustion and drown in a puddle. Life is really getting on my nerves this week." She murmured to herself.
Pietro heard her and smirked. "Aw what's the matter Pryde? Oh that's right!" He exclaimed, not waiting for an answer before he continued.
"Kitties don't like getting wet do they?" He asked with a sly smirk.
Kitty rolled her eyes, now almost caught up with him.
"Oh that is like so original Pietro. Do you know how many times I've heard that one?" She asked sarcastically.
"Sense you've been living in Bayville or sense you were born?" He asked innocently.
"It was a rhetorical question moron." She said.
She then plopped down on the crate he was leaning on, her legs ready to break off.
"Okay breaks over." He announced, standing up straight and continued on his way.
Kitty stared on at him in disbelief. Then when she saw that he was in fact serious, she let out a loud groan and fell back on the crate on her back, her hands cupped and covering the majority of her face.
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"So that's the story. What do I do?" Jubilee asked the other girls.
The girls didn't know exactly what to say.
"Well it seems simple enough to me. You like him and he likes you. Tell him how you feel and it'll all be out in the open and all will be right with the world." Tabby said.
"Yeah but there's one problem. We don't know if Bobby feels the same way." Jubilee said.
"Sure he does Jubilee. Haven't you been listening to your own story? He's treating you like you're fragile and breakable and he's there for you when you're hurt." Rahne said.
"That's because we're friends. Or at least according to him we are." Amara replied.
"He's only treating me this way because I got hurt and he probably feels guilty about how I got hurt and he blames himself or something." She said with a little sadness in her voice.
"Well then just tell him and see if he likes you or not." Tabby put in.
"I can't." Jubilee said.
"Sure you can. Just say 'Bobby do you like me because I. . . ." Tabby started.
"No, I mean I can't because once I tell him I can't take it back. If he doesn't feel the same way then he'll probably feel weird around me and I'll loose one of my best friends." Jubilee said.
The girls all sat in silent thought.
"Well at least y' wont be getting anymore of those dreams." Rahne pointed out.
Jubilee blushed at the memory of them.
"Yeah but why would you want to forget them?" Tabby asked, making Jubilee blush harder.
All of a sudden a flushed looking Bobby came bounding down the stairs to a halt in the doorway.
"Oh there you are. I got worried when you weren't in bed. Tell me you didn't walk down here by yourself." He said in between panting and catching his breath.
"Okay I won't tell you." Jubilee said with an innocent smile.
He smacked his head to his forehead. "Jubes you know you should stay in bed. I could have carried you down here if you wanted." He said.
Jubilee blushed at the image of him carrying her down the stairs.
Tabby and Rahne noticed her blush and stood from their seats next to her.
"Well we better go find the guys before they go trash the place without us." Tabby said, grabbing Rahne's arm and dragging her past Bobby.
"I'm sure you two have A LOT to talk about." Tabby said, winking at a startled Bobby.
Jubilee gave them both a 'don't you dare leave me alone with him' look but it was to no avail. They were already gone and Bobby was standing uncomfortably in the doorway, rubbing his left arm unconsciously.
"Hey Jubilee about last night, why did you throw a pillow at my head?" He asked, taking a step back into the now closed door when he noticed the plush pillow's surrounding her on the couch.
She shut her eyes tightly, feeling embarrassment and stupidity from last night returning.
'This is not going to go smoothly.' She thought, smiling at Bobby while she tried to come up with something as non-lame as possible for an answer.
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Remy's eyes widened at what he saw. As Rogue stirred in her sleep, likely to wake at any moment, Marie, the cat, decided it would be fun to jump up and go to sleep on Rogue's hip.
"Shoo!" He whispered, trying to get the cat off Rogue without waking the girl.
Marie just dropped her tail down beside her and purred softly.
"Shoo! Shoo!" He hissed frantically.
If Rogue woke up to Marie, all the work he'd put into breaking down her walls of security, which were still standing strong, but not as strong as before, would go down the drain. The moment would be over and the romantic atmosphere would be killed.
Plus he'd have a dead cat and a pissed River rat. Two things he really didn't want at the moment.
Marie just looked up at Remy through her green eyes with curiosity. Something most cats never showed.
"Don' look at Remy like dat. He been feedin ya, takin ya in from de cold, lettin' y' sleep in his bed an' afta all dat y' go an' pull sometin like dis. Y' tryin t' ruin Remy's love life?" He asked the cat.
Needless to say, the cat did not answer.
Rogue stirred again but he pulled her head into his chest and she dozed off again from the mesmerizing scent he had.
"Marie y' bes' be movin b' fo' chere wakes up." He hissed.
"Marie move." He told the stubborn cat.
"Move Marie. Now." He said.
"Marie! Marie! Marie!" He whispered as the cat actually acknowledged his presence.
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Rogue pulled away from her kiss with Remy near the tree. The rain had stopped pouring but she was still soaking wet.
She had a dazed, dreamy look in her eyes and a smile on her mouth. Remy kissed her smiling lips shortly and pulled away from her.
"Y' gonn' have t' wake up sooner o' lata chere." He said, looking her in the eyes.
"But Ah don't wanna." She said with a playful pout.
"Oui, but we all gotta do tings we don' wanna do." He replied, laughing at her childish pout.
"Like what? What do ya not get ta do that ya wanna do so badly in life?" She asked.
He lowered his head and whispered into her ear, his breath tickling her.
"Not begin able t' touch y' o' be wit ya in de real worl'." He whispered.
"But Remy could be wit ya if y' let him chere." He added. She gave a faint smile and rested her head o his shoulder.
"But Ah don't think Ah can. Not yet at least." She said.
He stroked her back, rocking her gently back and forth.
"Den don' rush it. Take y' time an' when y' feel betta bout it den you come n' get Remy. He'll be waitin fo' ya." He said, embracing her in a hug, but still keeping the movement going and her head on his chest.
"But how will Ah know when its time? When Ah'm ready Ah mean." She asked, lifting her head.
She made eye contact with him and their orbs stayed locked.
"You'll know petite. Trust Remy when he says you'll know." He whispered.
Rogue was about to ask him to make the answer a little less vague when they heard a voice in the far off distance somewhere.
"Marie!" It called in a long voice.
"Marrrriiiiiiiiieeeeee!" It called again.
"Looks like our time is up mon amour." He said, kissing her lightly on the forehead before letting go and walking backwards smoothly.
She noticed that his figure was fading in the air like it was slowly disappearing.
She sighed happily with satisfaction and closed her eyes with a smile, taking in a deep breath.
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Remy had been whispering the cat's name over and over again for about two minutes. He'd learned a while ago that this was the sure fire way to get her attention.
Remy called her until she pranced over to him and he whispered something in French like 'go bother Piotr' and surprisingly enough the cat pounced off the bed and scampered into the next room through the door that was thankfully ajar.
Remy let out a sigh of relief when his plan worked and then he felt Rogue turning in his arms.
"Mrfle." Was all he heard from the girl as his shirt-clad chest muffled her words like a pillow. A very comfortable pillow at that.
He smiled and turned her over so she was looking up at the ceiling now, his face peering over her.
She yawned and blinked away the sleep in her eyes, still smiling. Then she noticed something. She was lying in a bed with Remy and she had just now been awake enough to fully realize it.
She opened her mouth instinctively at let out a brief scream that was muffled by a big, gloved hand over her mouth. She didn't have to turn around to know it was Gambit.
Remy pulled her into his arms once again, ignoring her half-hearted protests and kept his other hand over her mouth. He had yet to open his eyes sense she woke up.
"Shhh. Remy be cova'd chere, y' don' have t' worry bout y' powas. An' besides, y' may be up an' awake but Remy tinks de ottas, an' himself, woul' like t' sleep in an' enjoy de quiet fo' a lil longa." He said, slowly removing his hand from her mouth and wrapping it around her waist with the other one.
Rogue didn't say anything and after a few attempts at squirming away from him, finding that, to her annoyance, he liked it, she gave up and rested in his embrace.
"So what'd y' dream about petite?" He asked.
"You." Rogue said in a quiet voice sense she'd just woken up.
She suddenly realized that she had told him the truth and her eyes widened, her body tensed in his arms and her face was redder then a tomato.
She heard Remy let out a laugh that unfortunately made her heart do vault in her chest and fluttered.
"Ah mean. . . ." She said over his laugh, trying to fix the mess she'd made.
"Jus' wonderin petite, but did y' do anyting wit Remy, o' to Remy in dis dream o' yo's?" He asked innocently, a smile plastered on his face. He'd turned her around so she was facing him and she saw her blushing clearly.
Rogue scowled at him for his insinuation, even though it was somewhat correct. Then she smirked and got an evil glint in her eyes.
"Yeah actually, Ah did." She said coolly.
Remy stopped laughing and looked at her. He knew the first time it was an accident, but what was going on in that head of hers this time?
"Really?" He asked, a small smile tugging on his face. She would most likely throw a pillow at him or say 'NO Ah was just kiddin y' dirty Cajun!' at him but she didn't.
She smiled at him.
"Yeah. Ah rememba this dream real well. It had me." She told him.
"You." She continued, gently poking him in the chest with her index finger seductively.
"Rope, handcuffs, a bed sheet. . . ." She said in a suggestive tone to get the point across to him. She was now only inches away from his face when she finished.
"And a railroad track that Ah tied ya ta and gagged ya with the sheet while the train turned the corner with Logan steerin the thing." She said in a normal, non-seductive tone before backing her head away from his and laughing at the sequence of faces he'd gone through in the past ten seconds.
First he had a smile and intrigued eyes. Then he went from that to confusion, to surprise, to wincing at the thought of Wolverine being the one who held Gambit's life in his hand.
"Aw chere dat wasn' nice." He said, mock pouting.
"Yeah well it wasn't exactly fine n' dandy when ya crept inta bed while Ah was sleepin." She shot back.
"Well Remy sure liked it." He said.
"Sides, he wasn' de one tryin ta burry his head in mon chest." He replied. She blushed furiously, recalling the event. "Not dat he minded none." He added, winking.
She rolled her eyes at him.
"Not mah fault. In mah defense it was cause Ah was dreamin." She said before she could think not to.
"Ah oui, de dream. N' what happened in dis dream o' yo's fille?" He asked.
Rogue mentally smacked herself and threw herself into a wall for bringing up what he'd forgotten.
"Well Ah don't really remember much cause Ah've been awake a while so its all a big blur." She lied, avoiding his face.
"But Ah do rememba one thing. Right before Ah woke up somebody was callin mah name. It seemed weird. Like it was a real person calling my name inside the dream. You weren't doing it were you?" She asked.
"Non chere. Remy wasn' callin y' name. Did de person in de dream sound like Remy?" He asked.
"Yeah. It did actually." She answered.
"Well Remy didn' say Rogue while y' were asleep so y' musta jus' been dreamin it." He said simply.
"Yeah but Ah didn't hear em' say Rogue. Ah. . . ." Rogue stopped herself before she could continue thankfully.
"Come again petite?" He asked, though he'd heard it loud and clear. He knew her real name wasn't Rogue. He just didn't know what it was, and didn't really care. But now that he saw that she was hiding from her name, or hiding it from others, he just had to know all about it.
"Nothin." She murmured.
"Don' make Remy tickle it outta ya." He smirked.
She stared, wide eyed at him.
"What did ya just say?" She asked, recalling how he'd done just that in her dream.
"Every girl's got a ticklish spot mon chere." He said, tightening his grip on her.
"Now all Remy's gotta do is find yo's." He smirked evilly.
She realized he hadn't meant to repeat what she'd dreamed and he was oblivious to her surprised reaction to the coincidence.
Then the last thing he said sunk into her mind. She knew he was fully aware of her powers. Did this moron have a death wish or something?
"Oh no you don't." She said, trying to pull out of his grip.
She got free from his arms for a second and was about to slide out of the bed because she was the one on the outer side of it but before she could, he tumbled over her, not even putting any weight on her, just getting over her body and landed where she wanted to be, blocking her exit.
They had now switched places in the bed and Remy was starting to have fun. He grinned at her with a gleam in his red on black eyes, raising his eyebrows suggestively at her.
"Does mon chere have a lil secret?" He asked.
"Mah whole life is a secret Swamp Rat. And Ah intend on keepin' it under pad lock and key." She shot back in reply.
"Well den it be a good ting dat dis Cajun be a teif an' knows how ta pick locks." He replied coolly.
"So what should Remy get outta y' first petite? Y' name. . . . o' ya ticklish spot?" He asked, smiling widely.
"Neither." She said, sticking her tongue out at him diving under the covers, throwing them over her head so Remy couldn't see her.
He laughed at her childish antics and lifted the blanket, tilting his head down.
"Y' gon' have ta come outta dere sooner o' lata chere." He said into the tented area of the blankets.
"Not on ya life." She said stubbornly.
"Well den Remy guess if y' aint gonna come out den he's gon' have ta come in." He said, smirking before pulling the blankets up over his own head and joining her.
He caught her by the waist and started tickling her.
"So now dat Remy knows ya be ticklish all ova, how bout we start ta work on y' name?" He asked, brushing his finely gloved hands against the bare skin on her stomach under her shirt, barely touching her at all but getting the laughs and giggles out of her none the less.
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"Alright Kurt I'll clear the fog. You keep an eye out for anyone coming." Storm said, rising up into the air, letting her feet leave the ground slightly.
After the fog was cleared the two mutants saw that there was indeed a very large hole in the middle of the dock.
They also noticed Amara's comlink and piece of her uniform caught on the edge of the snapped wood.
"Here could she be?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know Kurt. But from the way these currents are taking her I'd say either out to sea or somewhere else near here." She said, worry dripping n her voice.
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RING RING!!
The shrill ringing of the phone echoed through the room that Tabby and the others were in, waiting for Jubilee and Bobby to have their 'talk' and glad that they were because all of them, the boys and girls alike, were getting fed up with the two of them and their hormonal disaster.
~Ring Ring~
"Tabby get the phone." Sam said.
~Ring Ring~
"Evan get the phone." Tabby said.
~Ring Ring~
"Ray get the phone." Evan said. ~Ring Ring~
"Rahne get the phone." Ray said.
~Ring Ring~
"Jamie get the phone." Rahne said.
"Okay." Jamie answered, hopping off the stool he was on and going over to the phone.
~Ring-~
"Xavier institute for gifted youngsters. Jamie speaking." He said in the polite way Miss Munroe had taught him.
Jamie heard a click and the line was dead on the other side.
"Hello?" Jamie asked into the receiver. No one answered.
The twelve year old shrugged and put the phone back on the hook. He then went back to his seat on the stool and watched Sam and Ray see who could stuff the most jalapeno peppers in his mouth.
Sam, being from the south, was of course winning with a whopping ten peppers while Ray's mouth was on fire after only three.
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Pietro was waiting for Kitty on the curb while she leaned against the tree a few yards away.
They had already tried to call the mansion but after letting the phone ring for a few minutes they gave up and figured the X-men were either out looking for Rogue and Kitty or in a danger room session.
"Come on Pryde. I wanna make it back to the bus before it starts raining on us." Pietro called.
Kitty glared daggers at him, blowing the stray hair out of her face that was hanging down from the running she'd had to do to keep up.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Jeez! You can be like so impatient sometimes!" She snapped at him, slouching down against the tree.
"You know you could always admit that the drug is too much for you and I could just carry you back. We'd be there in five seconds flat." He said.
"No! I don't need you to carry me because I don't feel any drugs kicking in." She lied.
"Sure they aren't." He said skeptically.
He was about to keep walking when he saw a flash of lightening light up in the sky followed by a few rounds of thunder. Then, before either of them knew it, a bolt of lightening came crashing down to the earth and hit the tree Kitty was standing under.
She screamed and was about to phase when she felt a strong gust of wind come by her and lift her into the air.
She didn't realize until after she was a few yards away from the now burning tree that it was Pietro who had gotten her out of the way of the tree in time and was now holding her bridal style. Her arms were wrapped around his neck so she didn't fall.
"Wow! I now have a new fear and respect for Storm." Kitty said, staring wide eyed at the damage done from the lightening.
"Now will you please admit you can't walk on your own?" Pietro asked.
Kitty sighed and was about to say no when she caught sight of the tree once again and the rain started to drip down faster and faster onto the two teens.
"Fine." She caved, holding on tighter to his neck as she felt a gust of wind go through her hair and face while he ran with her in his arms back to the bus.
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Done people! Very long chapter. Well at least I thought it was. Was it okay? Cajun Spices is coming up THIS SATURDAY!!!!!! REMY GALORE!!!!!!!!
Okay I hope you guyz liked the chapter.
Something you should know though, I don't like typing the word 'tickle' or tickling, ticklish, tickled, tickles, and so on. But I do it for you guyz anyways. Just letting you know. Its on my 'I don't like to type these words in my fanfics' list. :P
Review with comments and questions and all that. This wasn't my favorite chapter but I have a lot going on right now so my mind is elsewhere. I hope it wasn't totally disappointing to you guyz though.
Review now plz! -AngieX
Okay for the past few chapters I think that when I typed 'dot dot dot' like '. . . . ' Its been showing up only as one dot so it looks like a period in the middle of the sentence instead. Does that make any sense? Well I hope I found a way to make it right but I can't tell unless it's posted on ff.net cuz the problems only happen when it's on the site.
Read and review Plz!!!!!!
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CHAPTER 11 Payphones, Passions and Pillow talk. . . .Among other things.
The chill in the air sent shivers down the spines of Kurt and Amara. The massively thick fog was not making it easy for them to see where they were. The shipping port was huge and the giant boats bumped against the wooden planks of the docks.
"I can't see a thing. Can you?" Amara asked.
"Nien. I can see ze poles on ze boats zo." Kurt said, straining his eyes, looking up.
"Well then why don't you port up there and find out if you can see any better from up there then down here?" Amara suggested.
"Already on it." Kurt said before teleporting up onto the towering mast of the ship.
He perched on the pole and held onto it with one hand and his feet while putting is other hand above his eyes at his forehead, trying to see more clearly.
"Anything?" She called up. She couldn't see him but she'd heard the faint, familiar porting sound that told her he'd made it to his destination.
"Nein. Zere isn't a soul around here." He called back down.
"Well why don't you wait a minute or two incase someone does show up?" She asked.
"Ja okay. I'll be lookout. You stay zere incase I miss somezing." He told her.
"Got it." She said, following the order with a little salute that he couldn't see anyways.
This was her first mission and she was going to do it right.
"Amara vhy don't you valk closer to ze Jet. Its not a good idea to get too far away from it vhen you can't see anyzing." He told her.
"Okay. I can't really tell where I am, but I'll find it." She said, beginning to take small, cautious steps in front of her because she couldn't see where she was going hardly.
"Alright. Just be sure to vatch vhere you are going. Be careful to not fall into ze vater." He told her.
"Don't worry Kurt. I'm near the water but I know it's on my right so I just wont go to my right." She said simply.
"Okay." He answered, not fully convinced that it was safe down there alone. He then continued to scan the area below him.
Amara walked carefully with each step, making the rotting boards under her creek. All of a sudden she slipped on a wet part of the dock and landed on her butt, rolling to her right.
She let out a scream but was able to stop herself right at the very edge before she fell into the water.
She let out a huge breath of relief, shaking away the feeling of her heart jumping out of her chest when she almost fell.
"Amara!? Are you okay?" Kurt asked, worriedly.
"Yeah Kurt, I'm fine." She said, picking herself up and wiping her hands on her jeans.
"Vhy did you scream?" He called down.
"I just slipped on the wet boards but I caught myself before anything happened." She said casually.
She didn't want to make a big deal out of anything or they wouldn't think she would be capable for a second mission yet.
"Okay, just be careful." He told her.
"Don't worry Kurt I wi.."
She stopped what she was saying when she felt the boards underneath her creak even more and before she could move out of the way the rotting planks underneath her broke apart and she fell through them into the ice cold water, letting out a shriek before she plunged into the glacial depths under the old docks.
"Amara!?" He shouted after hearing her scream followed by a loud splash.
"Amara!?" He asked again.
After getting no answer he ported down to where he had left her immediately and searched the area for her.
"Amara!" He called, cupping his hands in front of his mouth so he would sound louder.
He took a step forward and his left leg dropped into a hole. He caught himself before the rest of his body fell into the gap and he hastily pulled himself out and onto the safety of the more solid and dry area of the deck.
"Amara!" He exclaimed, putting the pieces together.
When she still didn't answer he got control of the situation and calmed himself down. He switched on his com link so he could talk into it and contacted the institute and anyone else who had their link on.
"Night Crawler here. Amara fell into ze vater ond I can't find her. Ze fog is too heavy ond I cannot look for her vit out falling in mien self." He said, trying to stay calm, but eyeing the area where he knew the whole was with worried eyes.
"Kurt?" Someone answered after a minute.
"Ja." He answered.
"Kurt its Storm. I'm at the mansion but I'll be there with you soon." She told him.
"Do you need coordinates?" He asked.
"No, the jet has a tracking device on it. You're near the docks are you not?" She asked.
"Ja. All right, I'll be vaiting but hurry Storm. Amara isn't answering." He said.
"Don't worry Kurt, I'm on my way." She said reassuringly.
Kurt nodded, even though no one was there to see him do it.
"Okay." He said, turning off his end of the com sense he wasn't going to be talking into it.
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"Okay now that its stopped raining can we like PLEASE get out of this hunk of stolen metal and get to a payphone or something so we can tell the Professor where we are?" Kitty pleaded in more of an annoying way then a begging one.
Pietro sighed. "Alright fine we'll find a payphone and call the institute, but you can't go. We'll have to wait for Rogue to wake up." He told her.
Kitty crossed her arms over her chest and stood up.
"And why not? Why can Rogue go but I can't?" She asked.
"Because Pryde, she's had time to let the drug ware off. You're still going through the phases of the effects." He told her.
(A/N: Phases. Get it? Cause Kitty phases through things? Oh well.)
"So?" She asked.
"So, you aren't in any condition to be out walking around yet." He said, trying to sound like he didn't care if she overdid it or not.
Why should I care anyways? She's just an X-geek, a valley girl, a goody two-shoes, a brainiac, perky, optimistic, able to light up the room with one smile, gentle . . . .WHOA! Hold up! Back to the insults! Back to the insults!' Pietro scolded himself for going from insulting her to complimenting her in his head.
"Pietro!" Her voice interrupted him.
"What!?" He asked, annoyed.
"I said, why can't I go? I'm like totally able to walk and all see?" She said, walking from one end of the trailer back to him. "See?"
"Fine whatever." He said, not wanting to deal with her complaining any longer.
"Come on Piotr, let's go find a payphone." He said, getting up and stretching his tensed muscles.
"Sorry Pietro, but I think I shall catch up on some much needed sleep. You only need two of you to go anyhow." Piotr said, plopping down on the chair Pietro had just gotten up off of.
Pietro grumbled at the Russian and rolled his eyes.
He sighed and heaved his shoulders. "Come on Pryde, let's go get this over with." He said in defeat, grabbing her wrist and pulling her out the door.
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Xavier was outside, talking to the police officers that were there to keep things under control with the rioters outside the gates and Hank was locked up in his soundproof lab, tinkering with something.
Logan was off hunting down Acolytes with the others and Storm had just left to join him and the others in search of Kitty and Rogue. There were no more adults left inside the house and the younger students decided to take advantage of that.
It was around noon now and they'd all made lunch for themselves and were now eating the various sandwiches over paper plates in the rec room.
Bobby turned the television on an MTV station and muted it so they saw the video and the people dancing but didn't hear the words. Tabby then proceeded to flip through their different collections of CDs, picking out a song they'd all like.
"Hmm.." She mused, flipping through the discs.
"Come on Tabs. Just pick one already." Berzerker told her, stuffing a handful of potato chips into his mouth and crunching them up before swallowing.
"Alright, alright. Give me a minute." She said.
"Bingo!" She announced, pushing the eject button on the stereo and inserting the selected CD into the machine.
"What'd ya pick?" Sam asked.
"It better not be any of that girl power stuff or the boy bands Kitty used to listen to." Evan said, balancing on the back end of his skateboard.
Tabby scrunched up her face in disgust. "No way! You guys know me better then that." She said.
"Yeah, that's why we're all worried. We know she's Looney bin material." Ray mumbled. The boys laughed but she ignored his comment.
"Whatever. Come on, let's crank up the tunes and party people!" She announced, twisting the knob on the sound system up to full blast and putting it to the song she wanted to dance to.
. . . .Back off. I'll take you on.
Head strong, I'll take on anyone.
I know that you are wrong.
This is not where you belong. . . . .
Tabby began to dance around the room like she was at a nightclub or something. Everyone else just danced and goofed off, popcorn getting tossed back and forth at the students.
Jamie was throwing pieces of popcorn in the air for Rahne to catch in her mouth in dog form.
Sam, Ray and the other guys were half joking around, half staring at Tabby, intrigued that someone could twist their body that way.
Tabby was oblivious to everyone and everything around her, she was just too caught up in the music to notice or care about anything else.
Nobody noticed when Jubilee came limping into the room, clutching on the banister for support.
"Uh. . . .guys." Jubilee said, trying to get their attention over the loud music.
No one had even noticed her presence.
"Guys!" She said, louder this time.
She was still inaudible over the song.
"GUYS!" She shouted, louder then both times before.
Her only answer was the sound of the chorus to Head Strong by Trapt.
"That's it!" She yelled in exasperation.
She shot her hands up in the air and sparks and fireworks flew from her hands.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to face her.
She was now clinging onto the banister. She had been using her ankle too much and it was really starting to get to her.
"Hey Jubes, what's going on?" Evan asked, switching off the music.
"Well I could use a little help over here." She said, motioning to her leg.
Ray and Sam walked over to her, lifted her a few inches above the ground and set her down on the couch in the rec room.
"So why are y' up anyways? Shouldn't y' be in bed?" Rahne asked, morphing back into human form.
"I have a broken ankle, not pneumonia." She said.
"I'm getting sick and tired of everyone treating me like a newborn or a porcelain doll or something." She told them, propping her foot up on a pillow that was on the coffee table, she sighed exasperatedly.
"We're not treating you like that. Bobby is." Tabby reminded her.
Jubilee sighed yet again, running a hand through her hair. "I know. That's the problem. He won't leave me alone and it's driving me crazy!" She exclaimed.
The boys could barely contain their laughter at her words. They all knew how Bobby felt about Jubilee but they'd sworn on an ice cube the size of Scott's car that they wouldn't tell any of the girls.
"Uh.guys why don't you go get us some more junk food or something." Rahne suggested to the boys.
"Huh? You're kidding me. We had to have taken all the snacks out of the kitchen and in here by now." Ray said, looking around at the artificial snack foods on the floor.
Sam nudged him in the rib and Rahne glared at him.
"Ohhh! I get it. You want us to leave so you can have one of those girl talks." Ray said.
The other boys just rolled their eyes and dragged him by the collar out of the room.
"Now then, why don't you tell us what's going on?" Tabby said, in a surprisingly curious tone. She actually sounded like she genuinely wanted to help.
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Amara felt the overpowering cold take over her body as she struggled to keep up on the surface of the water. She would have just floated but her ankle was tangled in a rope or something and it was tugging her under.
She'd been able to call out Kurt's name once but when she did she had swallowed a large amount of salt water in the process so her cries were muffled and to no avail.
She kept bobbing her head up, gasping for air but soon she was so cold her body became numb and she couldn't stay afloat.
She kept her eyes open as she watched the world outside the water get dimmer and further away. She felt the rope untangle itself but unfortunately for her, her body was still paralyzed at the moment and she couldn't fight the current that was now pulling her somewhere else.
She didn't think it was out to sea but she was being pulled somewhere now that she was untangled and that was fine by her because it was better then getting pulled down into a freezing, watery grave.
She fought to keep her eyes open for what seemed like an eternity but was, in reality, five minutes until her brain could take no more pain and drop in temperature. Her eyes fell closed and she let the currents take her wherever it was they were going.
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"Logan?" Jean called as they entered the empty parking garage.
"Are you sure he said to meet us here?" Scott asked.
"Positive." She replied.
"Well where is he?" Scott asked, his voice echoing through the garage.
Suddenly a man in old blue Jeans, a jean jacket, and a cap came flying across the garage and into the wall beside them.
"That'll teach ya. Now when I say leave the lady alone Bub, I mean leave the lady alone, not tell me to piss off and steal her purse." Logan growled, stepping into view.
The other man scrambled to his feet in pain and ran out of the parking area frantically.
Jean smiled and Scott looked at the older mutant approvingly and with relief. Scott always liked the idea of using their powers for the good of the community and Jean reminisced about a happy little memory of her week of fame as a Siren.
"Bout time you kids got here." Logan said, brushing himself off from the brawl he'd just been in.
(A/N: Who uses the word brawl anymore?)
"Sorry, we had to avoid a few unfriendly neighbors in this town." Jean apologized.
"They recognized us from the news." Scott mumbled with a scowl.
"Well you're both still in one piece so let's get down to business so I can go home and catch the last few minutes of my show." Logan said, motioning then over toward the opening and exit of the garage.
"Oh don't worry Logan." Jean said, failing at stifling the huge laugh coming out of her.
"Storm said to tell you that she taped Passions for you." She added, letting out another muffled laugh.
Logan stopped but didn't turn around. His claws popped out and he tightened his fists.
"Uh. . . . I mean, Storm's taping Passions for Scott. Not you. Scott." Jean said hastily.
"Hey I don't watch Soaps!" Scott said.
"You do now." Jean hissed, elbowing him in the ribs.
"Oh yeah." Scott said grumpily. The thongs he had to do to get his girlfriend out of a bind.
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Remy took in the sweet scent of Rogue's shampoo, or body wash, or whatever she used that smelt so nice and stroked her hair soothingly with one of his hands.
His other hand was wrapped around her waist, keeping her from rolling over and away from his body while she slept.
She let out a yawn and started to come to when something horrible happened.
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"What's the matter Pryde? Can't keep up? That wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that you were drugged and now the stuff is taking action on your body would it?" Pietro asked innocently with an 'I told you so' smirk, tapping his foot with sarcastic impatience.
He'd told her she wasn't going to make it very far before she started to get weak again. He had to give her props though. They'd been walking for a while now and she had been keeping up with him mostly up until now.
She was dragging her feet along the road, keeping her head up and trying to look as less pathetic and week as possible.
"Well I'm sorry Pietro but like not all of us have super speed." She shot back, getting angry and grumpy that she had to deal with staying alive long enough to get to a payphone AND listen to Pietro say I told you so to her in as many ways possible without actually saying those exact words.
He was persistent when it came to annoying the hell out of her. She'd give him props for that.
"I'm not using my powers genius." He said, emphasizing the sarcasm on the last word by poking his head with his index finger, pointing to the brain.
"Yeah well so what? I'm no that far behind." She mumbled grumpily.
A crack of thunder silenced their petty arguing for a brief minute.
"Looks like the storm is starting up again. I knew it would but I didn't think it'd be this soon." Pietro said, tilting his head to face up at the gray, cloudy skies.
"Oh great. Now I get to die from exhaustion and drown in a puddle. Life is really getting on my nerves this week." She murmured to herself.
Pietro heard her and smirked. "Aw what's the matter Pryde? Oh that's right!" He exclaimed, not waiting for an answer before he continued.
"Kitties don't like getting wet do they?" He asked with a sly smirk.
Kitty rolled her eyes, now almost caught up with him.
"Oh that is like so original Pietro. Do you know how many times I've heard that one?" She asked sarcastically.
"Sense you've been living in Bayville or sense you were born?" He asked innocently.
"It was a rhetorical question moron." She said.
She then plopped down on the crate he was leaning on, her legs ready to break off.
"Okay breaks over." He announced, standing up straight and continued on his way.
Kitty stared on at him in disbelief. Then when she saw that he was in fact serious, she let out a loud groan and fell back on the crate on her back, her hands cupped and covering the majority of her face.
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"So that's the story. What do I do?" Jubilee asked the other girls.
The girls didn't know exactly what to say.
"Well it seems simple enough to me. You like him and he likes you. Tell him how you feel and it'll all be out in the open and all will be right with the world." Tabby said.
"Yeah but there's one problem. We don't know if Bobby feels the same way." Jubilee said.
"Sure he does Jubilee. Haven't you been listening to your own story? He's treating you like you're fragile and breakable and he's there for you when you're hurt." Rahne said.
"That's because we're friends. Or at least according to him we are." Amara replied.
"He's only treating me this way because I got hurt and he probably feels guilty about how I got hurt and he blames himself or something." She said with a little sadness in her voice.
"Well then just tell him and see if he likes you or not." Tabby put in.
"I can't." Jubilee said.
"Sure you can. Just say 'Bobby do you like me because I. . . ." Tabby started.
"No, I mean I can't because once I tell him I can't take it back. If he doesn't feel the same way then he'll probably feel weird around me and I'll loose one of my best friends." Jubilee said.
The girls all sat in silent thought.
"Well at least y' wont be getting anymore of those dreams." Rahne pointed out.
Jubilee blushed at the memory of them.
"Yeah but why would you want to forget them?" Tabby asked, making Jubilee blush harder.
All of a sudden a flushed looking Bobby came bounding down the stairs to a halt in the doorway.
"Oh there you are. I got worried when you weren't in bed. Tell me you didn't walk down here by yourself." He said in between panting and catching his breath.
"Okay I won't tell you." Jubilee said with an innocent smile.
He smacked his head to his forehead. "Jubes you know you should stay in bed. I could have carried you down here if you wanted." He said.
Jubilee blushed at the image of him carrying her down the stairs.
Tabby and Rahne noticed her blush and stood from their seats next to her.
"Well we better go find the guys before they go trash the place without us." Tabby said, grabbing Rahne's arm and dragging her past Bobby.
"I'm sure you two have A LOT to talk about." Tabby said, winking at a startled Bobby.
Jubilee gave them both a 'don't you dare leave me alone with him' look but it was to no avail. They were already gone and Bobby was standing uncomfortably in the doorway, rubbing his left arm unconsciously.
"Hey Jubilee about last night, why did you throw a pillow at my head?" He asked, taking a step back into the now closed door when he noticed the plush pillow's surrounding her on the couch.
She shut her eyes tightly, feeling embarrassment and stupidity from last night returning.
'This is not going to go smoothly.' She thought, smiling at Bobby while she tried to come up with something as non-lame as possible for an answer.
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Remy's eyes widened at what he saw. As Rogue stirred in her sleep, likely to wake at any moment, Marie, the cat, decided it would be fun to jump up and go to sleep on Rogue's hip.
"Shoo!" He whispered, trying to get the cat off Rogue without waking the girl.
Marie just dropped her tail down beside her and purred softly.
"Shoo! Shoo!" He hissed frantically.
If Rogue woke up to Marie, all the work he'd put into breaking down her walls of security, which were still standing strong, but not as strong as before, would go down the drain. The moment would be over and the romantic atmosphere would be killed.
Plus he'd have a dead cat and a pissed River rat. Two things he really didn't want at the moment.
Marie just looked up at Remy through her green eyes with curiosity. Something most cats never showed.
"Don' look at Remy like dat. He been feedin ya, takin ya in from de cold, lettin' y' sleep in his bed an' afta all dat y' go an' pull sometin like dis. Y' tryin t' ruin Remy's love life?" He asked the cat.
Needless to say, the cat did not answer.
Rogue stirred again but he pulled her head into his chest and she dozed off again from the mesmerizing scent he had.
"Marie y' bes' be movin b' fo' chere wakes up." He hissed.
"Marie move." He told the stubborn cat.
"Move Marie. Now." He said.
"Marie! Marie! Marie!" He whispered as the cat actually acknowledged his presence.
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Rogue pulled away from her kiss with Remy near the tree. The rain had stopped pouring but she was still soaking wet.
She had a dazed, dreamy look in her eyes and a smile on her mouth. Remy kissed her smiling lips shortly and pulled away from her.
"Y' gonn' have t' wake up sooner o' lata chere." He said, looking her in the eyes.
"But Ah don't wanna." She said with a playful pout.
"Oui, but we all gotta do tings we don' wanna do." He replied, laughing at her childish pout.
"Like what? What do ya not get ta do that ya wanna do so badly in life?" She asked.
He lowered his head and whispered into her ear, his breath tickling her.
"Not begin able t' touch y' o' be wit ya in de real worl'." He whispered.
"But Remy could be wit ya if y' let him chere." He added. She gave a faint smile and rested her head o his shoulder.
"But Ah don't think Ah can. Not yet at least." She said.
He stroked her back, rocking her gently back and forth.
"Den don' rush it. Take y' time an' when y' feel betta bout it den you come n' get Remy. He'll be waitin fo' ya." He said, embracing her in a hug, but still keeping the movement going and her head on his chest.
"But how will Ah know when its time? When Ah'm ready Ah mean." She asked, lifting her head.
She made eye contact with him and their orbs stayed locked.
"You'll know petite. Trust Remy when he says you'll know." He whispered.
Rogue was about to ask him to make the answer a little less vague when they heard a voice in the far off distance somewhere.
"Marie!" It called in a long voice.
"Marrrriiiiiiiiieeeeee!" It called again.
"Looks like our time is up mon amour." He said, kissing her lightly on the forehead before letting go and walking backwards smoothly.
She noticed that his figure was fading in the air like it was slowly disappearing.
She sighed happily with satisfaction and closed her eyes with a smile, taking in a deep breath.
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Remy had been whispering the cat's name over and over again for about two minutes. He'd learned a while ago that this was the sure fire way to get her attention.
Remy called her until she pranced over to him and he whispered something in French like 'go bother Piotr' and surprisingly enough the cat pounced off the bed and scampered into the next room through the door that was thankfully ajar.
Remy let out a sigh of relief when his plan worked and then he felt Rogue turning in his arms.
"Mrfle." Was all he heard from the girl as his shirt-clad chest muffled her words like a pillow. A very comfortable pillow at that.
He smiled and turned her over so she was looking up at the ceiling now, his face peering over her.
She yawned and blinked away the sleep in her eyes, still smiling. Then she noticed something. She was lying in a bed with Remy and she had just now been awake enough to fully realize it.
She opened her mouth instinctively at let out a brief scream that was muffled by a big, gloved hand over her mouth. She didn't have to turn around to know it was Gambit.
Remy pulled her into his arms once again, ignoring her half-hearted protests and kept his other hand over her mouth. He had yet to open his eyes sense she woke up.
"Shhh. Remy be cova'd chere, y' don' have t' worry bout y' powas. An' besides, y' may be up an' awake but Remy tinks de ottas, an' himself, woul' like t' sleep in an' enjoy de quiet fo' a lil longa." He said, slowly removing his hand from her mouth and wrapping it around her waist with the other one.
Rogue didn't say anything and after a few attempts at squirming away from him, finding that, to her annoyance, he liked it, she gave up and rested in his embrace.
"So what'd y' dream about petite?" He asked.
"You." Rogue said in a quiet voice sense she'd just woken up.
She suddenly realized that she had told him the truth and her eyes widened, her body tensed in his arms and her face was redder then a tomato.
She heard Remy let out a laugh that unfortunately made her heart do vault in her chest and fluttered.
"Ah mean. . . ." She said over his laugh, trying to fix the mess she'd made.
"Jus' wonderin petite, but did y' do anyting wit Remy, o' to Remy in dis dream o' yo's?" He asked innocently, a smile plastered on his face. He'd turned her around so she was facing him and she saw her blushing clearly.
Rogue scowled at him for his insinuation, even though it was somewhat correct. Then she smirked and got an evil glint in her eyes.
"Yeah actually, Ah did." She said coolly.
Remy stopped laughing and looked at her. He knew the first time it was an accident, but what was going on in that head of hers this time?
"Really?" He asked, a small smile tugging on his face. She would most likely throw a pillow at him or say 'NO Ah was just kiddin y' dirty Cajun!' at him but she didn't.
She smiled at him.
"Yeah. Ah rememba this dream real well. It had me." She told him.
"You." She continued, gently poking him in the chest with her index finger seductively.
"Rope, handcuffs, a bed sheet. . . ." She said in a suggestive tone to get the point across to him. She was now only inches away from his face when she finished.
"And a railroad track that Ah tied ya ta and gagged ya with the sheet while the train turned the corner with Logan steerin the thing." She said in a normal, non-seductive tone before backing her head away from his and laughing at the sequence of faces he'd gone through in the past ten seconds.
First he had a smile and intrigued eyes. Then he went from that to confusion, to surprise, to wincing at the thought of Wolverine being the one who held Gambit's life in his hand.
"Aw chere dat wasn' nice." He said, mock pouting.
"Yeah well it wasn't exactly fine n' dandy when ya crept inta bed while Ah was sleepin." She shot back.
"Well Remy sure liked it." He said.
"Sides, he wasn' de one tryin ta burry his head in mon chest." He replied. She blushed furiously, recalling the event. "Not dat he minded none." He added, winking.
She rolled her eyes at him.
"Not mah fault. In mah defense it was cause Ah was dreamin." She said before she could think not to.
"Ah oui, de dream. N' what happened in dis dream o' yo's fille?" He asked.
Rogue mentally smacked herself and threw herself into a wall for bringing up what he'd forgotten.
"Well Ah don't really remember much cause Ah've been awake a while so its all a big blur." She lied, avoiding his face.
"But Ah do rememba one thing. Right before Ah woke up somebody was callin mah name. It seemed weird. Like it was a real person calling my name inside the dream. You weren't doing it were you?" She asked.
"Non chere. Remy wasn' callin y' name. Did de person in de dream sound like Remy?" He asked.
"Yeah. It did actually." She answered.
"Well Remy didn' say Rogue while y' were asleep so y' musta jus' been dreamin it." He said simply.
"Yeah but Ah didn't hear em' say Rogue. Ah. . . ." Rogue stopped herself before she could continue thankfully.
"Come again petite?" He asked, though he'd heard it loud and clear. He knew her real name wasn't Rogue. He just didn't know what it was, and didn't really care. But now that he saw that she was hiding from her name, or hiding it from others, he just had to know all about it.
"Nothin." She murmured.
"Don' make Remy tickle it outta ya." He smirked.
She stared, wide eyed at him.
"What did ya just say?" She asked, recalling how he'd done just that in her dream.
"Every girl's got a ticklish spot mon chere." He said, tightening his grip on her.
"Now all Remy's gotta do is find yo's." He smirked evilly.
She realized he hadn't meant to repeat what she'd dreamed and he was oblivious to her surprised reaction to the coincidence.
Then the last thing he said sunk into her mind. She knew he was fully aware of her powers. Did this moron have a death wish or something?
"Oh no you don't." She said, trying to pull out of his grip.
She got free from his arms for a second and was about to slide out of the bed because she was the one on the outer side of it but before she could, he tumbled over her, not even putting any weight on her, just getting over her body and landed where she wanted to be, blocking her exit.
They had now switched places in the bed and Remy was starting to have fun. He grinned at her with a gleam in his red on black eyes, raising his eyebrows suggestively at her.
"Does mon chere have a lil secret?" He asked.
"Mah whole life is a secret Swamp Rat. And Ah intend on keepin' it under pad lock and key." She shot back in reply.
"Well den it be a good ting dat dis Cajun be a teif an' knows how ta pick locks." He replied coolly.
"So what should Remy get outta y' first petite? Y' name. . . . o' ya ticklish spot?" He asked, smiling widely.
"Neither." She said, sticking her tongue out at him diving under the covers, throwing them over her head so Remy couldn't see her.
He laughed at her childish antics and lifted the blanket, tilting his head down.
"Y' gon' have ta come outta dere sooner o' lata chere." He said into the tented area of the blankets.
"Not on ya life." She said stubbornly.
"Well den Remy guess if y' aint gonna come out den he's gon' have ta come in." He said, smirking before pulling the blankets up over his own head and joining her.
He caught her by the waist and started tickling her.
"So now dat Remy knows ya be ticklish all ova, how bout we start ta work on y' name?" He asked, brushing his finely gloved hands against the bare skin on her stomach under her shirt, barely touching her at all but getting the laughs and giggles out of her none the less.
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"Alright Kurt I'll clear the fog. You keep an eye out for anyone coming." Storm said, rising up into the air, letting her feet leave the ground slightly.
After the fog was cleared the two mutants saw that there was indeed a very large hole in the middle of the dock.
They also noticed Amara's comlink and piece of her uniform caught on the edge of the snapped wood.
"Here could she be?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know Kurt. But from the way these currents are taking her I'd say either out to sea or somewhere else near here." She said, worry dripping n her voice.
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RING RING!!
The shrill ringing of the phone echoed through the room that Tabby and the others were in, waiting for Jubilee and Bobby to have their 'talk' and glad that they were because all of them, the boys and girls alike, were getting fed up with the two of them and their hormonal disaster.
~Ring Ring~
"Tabby get the phone." Sam said.
~Ring Ring~
"Evan get the phone." Tabby said.
~Ring Ring~
"Ray get the phone." Evan said. ~Ring Ring~
"Rahne get the phone." Ray said.
~Ring Ring~
"Jamie get the phone." Rahne said.
"Okay." Jamie answered, hopping off the stool he was on and going over to the phone.
~Ring-~
"Xavier institute for gifted youngsters. Jamie speaking." He said in the polite way Miss Munroe had taught him.
Jamie heard a click and the line was dead on the other side.
"Hello?" Jamie asked into the receiver. No one answered.
The twelve year old shrugged and put the phone back on the hook. He then went back to his seat on the stool and watched Sam and Ray see who could stuff the most jalapeno peppers in his mouth.
Sam, being from the south, was of course winning with a whopping ten peppers while Ray's mouth was on fire after only three.
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Pietro was waiting for Kitty on the curb while she leaned against the tree a few yards away.
They had already tried to call the mansion but after letting the phone ring for a few minutes they gave up and figured the X-men were either out looking for Rogue and Kitty or in a danger room session.
"Come on Pryde. I wanna make it back to the bus before it starts raining on us." Pietro called.
Kitty glared daggers at him, blowing the stray hair out of her face that was hanging down from the running she'd had to do to keep up.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Jeez! You can be like so impatient sometimes!" She snapped at him, slouching down against the tree.
"You know you could always admit that the drug is too much for you and I could just carry you back. We'd be there in five seconds flat." He said.
"No! I don't need you to carry me because I don't feel any drugs kicking in." She lied.
"Sure they aren't." He said skeptically.
He was about to keep walking when he saw a flash of lightening light up in the sky followed by a few rounds of thunder. Then, before either of them knew it, a bolt of lightening came crashing down to the earth and hit the tree Kitty was standing under.
She screamed and was about to phase when she felt a strong gust of wind come by her and lift her into the air.
She didn't realize until after she was a few yards away from the now burning tree that it was Pietro who had gotten her out of the way of the tree in time and was now holding her bridal style. Her arms were wrapped around his neck so she didn't fall.
"Wow! I now have a new fear and respect for Storm." Kitty said, staring wide eyed at the damage done from the lightening.
"Now will you please admit you can't walk on your own?" Pietro asked.
Kitty sighed and was about to say no when she caught sight of the tree once again and the rain started to drip down faster and faster onto the two teens.
"Fine." She caved, holding on tighter to his neck as she felt a gust of wind go through her hair and face while he ran with her in his arms back to the bus.
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Done people! Very long chapter. Well at least I thought it was. Was it okay? Cajun Spices is coming up THIS SATURDAY!!!!!! REMY GALORE!!!!!!!!
Okay I hope you guyz liked the chapter.
Something you should know though, I don't like typing the word 'tickle' or tickling, ticklish, tickled, tickles, and so on. But I do it for you guyz anyways. Just letting you know. Its on my 'I don't like to type these words in my fanfics' list. :P
Review with comments and questions and all that. This wasn't my favorite chapter but I have a lot going on right now so my mind is elsewhere. I hope it wasn't totally disappointing to you guyz though.
Review now plz! -AngieX