CHAPTER 13
Too Friendly
John bolted out the door of the bus and slammed the door shut quickly as a pillow went flying toward his head.
"Bloody mad those Sheilas are. How was I supposed ta know the girl was an X-man? Or that she was fourteen for that matter." John grumbled to himself.
The rain had stopped to the point where it was merely a drizzle. They were still parked right near the beach so he stepped into the sand and looked out at the ocean as the sun began to rise in the background.
It was beautiful. Kind of reminded him of fire. Of course when he thought about it, everything reminded him of fire. He wondered momentarily weather or not that was a bad thing but scolded himself for thinking such a thing soon after.
It was still a little dark out and raindrops fell from the sky above him occasionally so when he lit his lighter he was sure to cup his hand over the flame so it wouldn't go out when he wasn't paying attention.
After about five minutes he actually became bored of the flame in his hands, which needless to say, worried him a bit. That didn't usually, or ever really happen.
So why was it happening to him now? Could it be because his mind was stuck on a certain newly teenage X-girl? No it couldn't be.
The many pillows had knocked some sense into him for the time being, so why did he still have this certain yearning for fire? Not just any old flame, but hers. Her fire.
John sighed out of boredom and flipped his lighter open and shut repeatedly. His lighter stopped closing suddenly when something caught his attention.
(AN: Hmmm wonder what that could be.)
He thought he saw a rather large clump of seaweed or something washing up on the beech but what got his attention was the small glint it gave off for a brief second. If John had looked in the other direction for a second or blinked he would have missed it completely.
Being bored out of his mind, the pyromaniac decided to investigate what the glint might be. He stepped onto the cold sand as his shoes sunk into it in each step he took.
He got close to the water to the point where the waves were mere inches away from lapping over his feet before getting pulled back out to sea. He really didn't want to get wet.
He tilted his head at the clump and realized that the glistening object that had caught his attention was a necklace. A simple gold chain.
What really got his attention at this point though was what the chain was connected to. He hadn't realized it at first because it was all tangled in fishing net but now he saw clearly that the chain was connected to a person. A girl at that, no more then a teen.
Pyro shot into the ocean and waded into the icy saltwater until he was soaked up to his knees and his pants were heavy, sagging and weighing him down from being soaked. He grabbed the girl who was still tangled in a mess of nets and dragged her back onto the beech.
John frantically looked around for anyone else to help because he wasn't exactly the hero type and didn't really know what to do in this situation but no one was in sight and there wasn't enough time to go back to the bus to get Remy or Piotr. She wasn't breathing.
He turned her over and pulled out a Swiss Army pocketknife from his back pocket and flipped it open, revealing many sharp and small appliances. The knife was all he carried around besides his trusty lighter and at the moment he was very glad of it.
He used the knife to cut through the ropes of the netting until the girl was at least untangled. She had been lying on her stomach but now that the nets were off of her he was able to turn her over on her back.
He gently rolled her limp body over and froze at what he saw. It was her. The girl that had been visiting him in his dreams and getting the crap beaten out of his with pillows because of it. It was the young teen that he'd run into at the pizza palace only a day ago. The one who turned out to be his enemy. It was Amara.
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"I don't see her." Kurt said, looking over the edge of the boat and out into the waters.
"Kurt I'm sorry but we need to get this boat back to the docks soon. We need to turn back." Ororro told him, though not wanting to give up herself.
"But ve have to keep looking. Ve already lost Keety ond Rogue. I don't vant to get them back just to lose somevone else." He protested, looking down into the dark water frantically.
"I know Kurt, but we can continue the search another way. We have to get back now. It's the responsible thing to do." Storm said, turning the boat around and putting a comforting hand on Kurt's shoulder.
"No. The responsible thing would be to not have lost my teammate in the first place. I'm going back to the jet incase she's there." Kurt said, shrugging her hand away and porting out of sight before Storm could say anything else.
She sighed solemnly and closed her eyes. 'Goddess let them all be okay. For their sake and the sake of the others.' She prayed silently thinking that all the tension of the events going on were not doing the team good.
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"So let me get this straight." Bobby said, trying to sort what he'd just been told out.
He was now sitting next to Jubilee a little to close for her comfort without him realizing it and looking at her curiously confused.
Jubilee had a look of absolute dread mixed with her not wanting to be here.
'Anywhere but here. I'd be anywhere but here right now but NOT HERE!' She screamed at herself in her head.
"You had a dream." He started.
'Africa! Zimbabwe! Area 51! The freaking North Pole for all I care! Just not here!' She yelled in her head.
"Dreams plural." She interrupted, correcting the number of dreams.
"Right. Dream-S." He said, emphasizing on the S in the word.
"Right." She agreed.
"And in the dreams I kissed you. . . . and you hit me with a pillow because of it?" He questioned.
"No. Not exactly." She said, making the no drag out a little longer the other words subconsciously, averting his eyes.
"No?" He asked, trying to find her hidden orbs.
"No." She repeated.
"It was more like. . ." She sighed. He was not going to make this easy for her.
"Like?" He asked after she paused in silence for a minute.
"Like after the kiss you said something, and then you left me all alone, and then I got mad at you." She explained.
"Oh, but then when did you hit me with the pillow in the dream?" He asked.
She shut her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and gathered herself again.
"I didn't actually hit you in the dreams. I thought I was dreaming when you came into my room and then I decided to hit you because you hadn't left yet and you were talking like you did in the dreams and I was mad at you. . .or dream you rather, and so, yeah." She told him.
"Oh." He said simply, obviously trying to sort things out in his head.
"Which brings me to MY question." She said, her eyes narrowing in curiosity a bit.
"Which would be?" He asked, not really paying attention.
"What were you trying to say when you came into my room last night? Unless it was about you and Amara hooking up because if it was then I think I'd much rather hear about it from a girl's point of view." She babbled, not realizing what she'd said about Amara and Bobby until it was too late and then she just had to make it look like it was on purpose and she was totally cool with the idea, even if she did hate it with a fiery passion.
"Wait! Whoa! Red light there Jubes." He said, stopping her and finally looking into her eyes, trying but unable to read her.
"What about me and Amara?" He asked.
"Amara and I." She corrected, trying to change the subject.
Bobby rolled his eyes at her grammar check but didn't dwell on it like she'd hoped.
"Whatever. What are talking about?" He asked.
"You and Amara are like going on or something right?" She asked, though thinking she already knew the answer.
"What!? No!" He exclaimed, putting his hands up in defense. "Wait a minute. You thought that. . ." He trailed off, a huge grin plastering his face. The grin was broken in a matter of seconds as a flood of laughter came on of his mouth.
"What's so funny Bobby Drake?" She asked, a little annoyed, putting her hands on her hips.
"Amara-" More laughter filled the air.
"And-" And more.
"Me!?" And even more, harder then before.
"What's so funny about that?" She asked, pursing her lips.
Bobby wiped a tear from his eye from laughing so hard. His sides had begun to hurt but he got control of himself, for the most part that is.
"Jubes, Amara isn't the kind of girl I'm into. She's more the sisterly type. You of all people should know that. You're my best friend." He said, containing his laughter.
"Right. Best friend." She said with a little disappointment, looking down at her hands.
Bobby noticed her change. "Something wrong?" He asked.
"Oh, no. Just feeling kind of stupid for thinking you and Amara would, you know." She said.
"Right." He agreed.
Bobby was very thankful she had mentioned Amara because it had appeared to get him off the hook for telling her what he wanted to say the night before but chickened out.
So Bobby what did you want to talk about with me last night?" She asked.
Bobby flinched. 'No such luck.' He grumpily thought, swearing to himself for speaking too soon.
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Jean, Scott and Logan walked many stores lined together on the busy shopping street, making their way through the crowds of people that were window shopping.
"Well at least we know that they aren't driving the jeep anymore." Jean said to her superior.
"Yeah, but now that narrows it down to the other million cars around here they could be in." Logan remarked sourly.
"Well then we'll just have to keep looking." Jean said determined.
"Right Scott?" She asked, looking for back up.
"Scott?" She called after not getting an answer.
Logan and Jean turned to see that Scott was not behind them anymore.
"Cyclops!" Logan shouted over the busy people.
"Over here guys. I think you two should take a look at this." He called, waving his hands in the air over all the people. He was standing in front of the window of the electronics store's window, looking at something in it.
"Scott this really isn't the time to be Christmas shopping." Jean scolded.
"I know that. I'm talking about this." He said, pointing to the television in the window's display case. It was turned on and set to a local news station.
"Listen to this." Scott said, ushering the other two closer to the window so they could hear.
*** It appears that a rather out of the ordinary robbery has taken place. A trailer was taken from the parking lot of the dealership last night. The only thing left in its place was, oddly enough, the King of hearts card belonging to a deck of playing cards. There are no clues or suspects as of now but we'll be sure to keep you updated. Back to you at the station Kent.***
"A robbery and a King of hearts. Hmm wonder who that could be." Scott said sarcastically.
"Well at least we've narrowed the search down. Now we just have to be on the look out for a trailer in this little town." Jean said.
"Yeah, but so is every cop in the state for car theft." Logan growled, fighting the urge to pop out his claws because they were in public.
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Pietro sat down on the couch and Kitty sat next to him. She was thoroughly drained and her little pillow fight, or rather attack because he hadn't returned the blows, and was already dead tired to begin with. She felt like she was going to pass out on the nice soft couch and she would have been overjoyed to do so if Pietro hadn't sat down directly where her head wanted to be.
She mumbled something under her breath about her stupid luck with stupid speedy teenagers and their lousy timing while situating herself in an upright, sitting position.
She kept blinking rapidly as the drowsiness threatened to take over her entire body.
Pietro leaned back and stretched his arms as he watched in amusement as Rogue tried to get free from Remy's grasp and Piotr just ignored it all.
'She's gonna kick his ass when she gets her full strength back.' He thought with an evilly amused grin and sigh.
Watching Rogue and Gambit was very entertaining. It was like television. Better because sense this was real life Remy didn't get a stunt double when he pushed Rogue too far off the edge and she killed him.
The Cajun hadn't done it yet, but Pietro was positive that it was coming, and now he just had to sit back, watch, and wait for it. He leaned his back against the couch and hardly noticed how Kitty was trying desperately to stay awake.
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"Man what's taking them so long?" Sam asked.
"I don't know but the way things are going we'll never get a confession out of the both of them anytime soon." Tabby whispered, peering into the next room with the others.
"Why don't we just make them tell each other? Then it would all be out in the open and we could get on with out lives." Ray suggested.
"And how do ya suggest we go about doin that?" Sam asked.
"Easy, we let out the secret for them." Ray replied.
"Are y' daft? They'd freeze us t' the ground before having fireworks target practice on us." Rhane remarked.
Tabby and the other boys all winced at the thought.
"Okay here's a better idea." Tabby perked up.
"Which is?" Rhane questioned.
"We get Jamie to do it. He's the youngest and he's too cute for them to get too pissed at." Tabby explained.
"Yeah." They all agreed, pushing Jamie into the room.
He yelped and gulped before tiptoeing into the room where the other two were laughing together.
"Um, ahem." Jamie said, clearing his throat and looking down at his feet.
"Yeah Jamie?" Bobby asked, still laughing.
"Well you see the others wanted to know if you guys told each other that you liked each other yet." Bobby said quickly, looking up at them for a response.
The response he received was total and complete silence. Well other then Bobby choking on a piece of popcorn and Jubilee spitting out her soda.
After that it was total and complete silence. They were both staring at Jamie, never at each other.
"Can't go wrong huh?" Ray hissed at Tabby who smacked her hand on her forehead and groaned.
"Well at least he got the message out." Tabby said.
"Yeah but now they're still gonna kill us." Sam told her as they all kept their eyes locked on the three in the other room.
"Well I um, think I'm just gonna go now. Bye." Jamie said before scurrying out of the room and up the stairs to the safety of his room.
Jubilee and Bobby just remained staring at the spot where Jamie had been seconds before, not saying a thing or looking anywhere else.
They just stayed that way like they were both frozen with the same shocked and horrified looks of surprise on their faces.
That was definitely not what either of them were expecting at the moment.
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"Cajun Ah swear if ya'll don't take ya grimy hands off of meh Ah'm gonna. . ." Rogue was cut off in the middle of her threat.
"Y' gonn' what chere? Nuzzle Remy t' death? Cause at de moment dat be all y' can do." He said, grinning down at her. He was standing and had his arms locked around her waist, pulling her up against him.
She was very ticked off at him for this and even more pissed that she couldn't do anything about it and that they were both fully aware of it.
She was forced to be facing him so she couldn't exactly ignore him and even though she could look away from his face, she could still feel his burning eyes gazing at her.
Rogue could feel herself blush at their closeness.
"Course if y' did wanna try dat nuzzlin idea Remy wouldn' mind non." He whispered into her ear, causing shivers running up and down her spine and butterflies forming in her stomach.
She shivered involuntarily and closed her eyes, fearing that if she looked into his eyes she'd be reduced to a mindless drone like idiot.
She regained her composure and managed to turn herself around after a minute of twisting and turning which he unfortunately seemed to enjoy.
At least now she could open her eyes and not be forced to either stare at his face or at his chest. Now she was jus looking straight ahead. Pietro, Kitty and Piotr were all sitting somewhere to her right but she ignored them.
She regained some of her Roguish persona before speaking again.
"Ya really don't know when ta stop do ya?" She asked rhetorically.
"Non, Remy knows when ta stop. He jus' don' much care." Remy said to her, adjusting her position so she was closer to him.
"Now petite, Remy jus' bein friendly to his chere." He said, squeezing her sides for a second. She nearly jumped out of her skin at the move and felt a warm feeling of blushing wash over her face. This boy was going to die.
"There is such a thing as too much friendliness ya know." She pointed out, squirming in the hold he had her in.
"Too much? Y' can neva have too much friendliness." He said with amusement in his tone. He was definitely enjoying this.
"Get any friendlier Cajun, and yer gonna find yaself wakin up from a very painful Coma." She said harshly.
"He didn't even shudder at the statement. Instead to Rogue's disbelief he kissed her on the top of her head and rested his chin on it.
"Yeah, but if y' gonn' go, den dat could be one hell of a way ta do it." He said suggestively, getting yet another blush out of her.
She was getting annoyed and pissed at him and hated the way he had power over her, and when she got better she was going to kill him. All these things he was sure of, but for some reason he really didn't care at the moment. Hell, it was fun getting her riled up like this when he knew she couldn't do any real damage to him. Well she could, but he was keeping her hands pinned to her side incase she decided to go skin-on-skin mode.
"Oh come on chere. Why won' y' be friendly ta Remy?" He asked, pouting and tilting his head so she could see him as he did so.
"Ya bein friendly enough fer thah both of us Swamp Rat." She retaliated, turning her head in the other direction to avoid his face.
He sighed and rested his chin on her head again.
"What? Am Ah ya head rest or somethin?" She asked, rather peeved.
"Or sometin." He echoed lazily. The position they'd gotten into was very relaxing when one let it be. Remy let it be, Rogue on the other hand had no intentions of doing so.
Rogue started to give in to the feeling of comfort and relaxation Gambit was offering as she leaned back into his chest and her drowsy eyes got heavier.
She kept closing her eyes and opening them before she fell asleep but she didn't feel like fighting the feeling anymore. Sure she would never hear the end of it from Kitty or Gambit if she fell asleep in his arms like she was about to but frankly at the moment she really didn't give a damn.
She felt Gambit hug her body to him and she could smell the spicy cologne he was wearing. It flooded her senses and overwhelmed her like the sleep as she breathed deeply and closed her eyes for the last time.
Remy looked down when he noticed that her body, which had been tensed up until now, was now a little heavier and limp in his arms. She was actually as light as a feather to him but he could tell when she tensed and when she didn't.
He turned his head and found that she was fast asleep, still partially standing in his arms. If it weren't for his firm hold on her she'd probably just hit the floor.
"Haha. Looks like you've just been promoted to cot Gambit." Pietro mocked.
Gambit gave him a small scowl but his eyes changed from dark to amusement as Kitty gave up her fight against the sand man as well and fell asleep. She was too tired to position herself any other way so she just let the sleep take over her.
She ended up falling forward like she'd planned in the first place. It didn't matter anymore that Pietro was still on the couch. She fell into his lap and used him as a pillow, breathing ever so softly as she slept pleasantly.
"Y' one t' talk mon ami. An' hey, at least Remy be de bed. Yo' still jus' de pillow." Remy told him slyly, earning a scowl from the boss's son as Pietro sat semi-uncomfortably, not wanting to move a muscle incase he woke the girl on his lap.
Pietro was really glad the brotherhood wasn't here. The guys wouldn't let him live it down, Wanda would probably kill him just because she could, and Lance would freaking skin him alive for being with Kitty like this.
He looked down at the girl's peaceful body as she slept in tranquility. She looked so innocent when she was asleep. Though she was fairly naive and sheltered as it was when she was awake.
"Why Pietro, if I didn't know any better I would say you were blushing." Piotr commented, cracking a small smile, exchanging amused looks with Remy. He knew the kid had a teenage boy in him somewhere.
"Did you manage to contact their teammates?" Piotr asked on a more serious note as Remy sat down on the comfortable chair to his left.
He was adjusting Rogue so she was lying in his lap and a little draped over the edges of the arms of the chair. Her head was resting on his chest and she slept soundly despite the Cajun's movement.
"No. We called but there was no answer. Probably because they're all out looking for the girls." Pietro said, tearing his gaze from the Valley girl on his legs and looking up at the two boys.
"So we jus' try again lata." Remy said, looking down at Rogue, his features softening as her chest moved up and down rhythmically.
What was this feeling he kept getting when he thought about her and looked at her? It was like she was pulling him closer to her without even trying. And Remy didn't mind getting pulled.
This wasn't how it was supposed to work. He was supposed to swoon the ladies and make them melt in his arms, not the other way around!
"Yeah, well what do we do now?" Pietro asked, referring to the girls on their laps.
"M' guessin we jus' stay here an' wait fo' de femmes t' wake up fo' now. Unless o' course ya wanna chance wakin her up an' getting' her mad at y'" Remy said.
"No, no! Waiting is good. Waiting is safe. Waiting is probably a whole lot less painful then not waiting." Pietro said, sighing tiredly at the trap he'd gotten into somehow.
Gambit smirked at the boy's reaction. The little valley girl shows up his teammate in one little pillow fight and he's terrified of her. Either that or he wanted to watch her sleep like Remy did Rogue.
"Wimp." Remy murmured, returning his gaze to the sleeping Rogue.
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"Mara!?" Pyro exclaimed.
"Sheila wake up! Come on! Rise and bloody shine!" John said, shaking her frantically.
He thought hard back to high school health class. CPR, he could do that. He hoped.
"Its um. . . Something about breathing for the other person." Pyro recalled vaguely.
He looked down at her limp form and sighed in frustration.
"Well then 'ere goes nothin love." He said, leaning down and breathing for her.
After about three rounds of breathing for her and pumping her to let out water he finally had success when he pressed on her chest and water shot out from her mouth. She gasped and began to have a coughing fit. She opened her eyes weakly after it was al out of her system and looked up at him.
"Its you." She said, sounding worse then drained.
"Yeah love, its me." He answered with a weak smile.
Her eyebrows scrunched a little in confusion.
"Am I dreaming?" She asked.
"Why would ya be dreamin?" He questioned.
"Because you're here. And you were in my dreams last night." She said in a small, almost childlike voice. She was very out of it.
"Was I now?" He asked, grinning more.
"Yeah. And you saved me from the bad man like you did now with the water." She said with a small sigh and a rather large yawn.
"Good to hear it 'Mara." He told her.
"Mmhmm. Goodnight." She said quietly, slipping out of consciousness again after a big yawn.
"Hey now, don't go fallin asleep on me again love." He said, shaking her a bit.
"Y' need ta stay awake until we get ya dried off." He told her, knowing that if she fell asleep at the state she was in she may not be able to wake up again.
He swiftly picked her up after she didn't answer and was clearly out like a light and carried her back toward the bus.
"Don't worry love." He said to her soothingly even though she couldn't hear him. "Pyro's here."
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HAHAHAHAHA!!!
How was that for an ending??
So let's review what happened. Um. . . . John found Amara, The secret about Bobby and Jubilee's feelings for each other is out FINALLY! And Logan, Jean and Scott are one step closer to finding the missing X-girls.
Damn it Remy! Why'd you have to go and leave your trademark card at the scene of the crime!? You're losing valuable Romy time you Nit!
Okay about the whole Fisherman thing, I know you guys didn't really like him and I agree with you and am not quite sure why he's even in there but when you think about it, come on! Would you be able to say no to Kurt when he gave you the puppy-dog eyes!?!? I thought not. :P Well for now if you will, please just ignore the man in past chapters and when I am done with the story or have a better hold on updating the chapters then I'll go back and delete him from the chapter just for you guyz. U know I luv ya'll.
OMG If they don't have Remy in the last episode of X-men: Evolution I'm going to. . . I'm going to. . . well I'm going to do something and its not going to be good so there! :P!
Thank you all so very much for reviewing. It really inspired me to write more. My brain is fried and I just finished PSATs like twenty minutes ago or something. Ugh!
Review plz. Tell me what you thought. Yeah I know it was poor on my part with the fisherman. Just ignore that bit if you want okay, because he isn't going to be in the story anymore anyways.
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John bolted out the door of the bus and slammed the door shut quickly as a pillow went flying toward his head.
"Bloody mad those Sheilas are. How was I supposed ta know the girl was an X-man? Or that she was fourteen for that matter." John grumbled to himself.
The rain had stopped to the point where it was merely a drizzle. They were still parked right near the beach so he stepped into the sand and looked out at the ocean as the sun began to rise in the background.
It was beautiful. Kind of reminded him of fire. Of course when he thought about it, everything reminded him of fire. He wondered momentarily weather or not that was a bad thing but scolded himself for thinking such a thing soon after.
It was still a little dark out and raindrops fell from the sky above him occasionally so when he lit his lighter he was sure to cup his hand over the flame so it wouldn't go out when he wasn't paying attention.
After about five minutes he actually became bored of the flame in his hands, which needless to say, worried him a bit. That didn't usually, or ever really happen.
So why was it happening to him now? Could it be because his mind was stuck on a certain newly teenage X-girl? No it couldn't be.
The many pillows had knocked some sense into him for the time being, so why did he still have this certain yearning for fire? Not just any old flame, but hers. Her fire.
John sighed out of boredom and flipped his lighter open and shut repeatedly. His lighter stopped closing suddenly when something caught his attention.
(AN: Hmmm wonder what that could be.)
He thought he saw a rather large clump of seaweed or something washing up on the beech but what got his attention was the small glint it gave off for a brief second. If John had looked in the other direction for a second or blinked he would have missed it completely.
Being bored out of his mind, the pyromaniac decided to investigate what the glint might be. He stepped onto the cold sand as his shoes sunk into it in each step he took.
He got close to the water to the point where the waves were mere inches away from lapping over his feet before getting pulled back out to sea. He really didn't want to get wet.
He tilted his head at the clump and realized that the glistening object that had caught his attention was a necklace. A simple gold chain.
What really got his attention at this point though was what the chain was connected to. He hadn't realized it at first because it was all tangled in fishing net but now he saw clearly that the chain was connected to a person. A girl at that, no more then a teen.
Pyro shot into the ocean and waded into the icy saltwater until he was soaked up to his knees and his pants were heavy, sagging and weighing him down from being soaked. He grabbed the girl who was still tangled in a mess of nets and dragged her back onto the beech.
John frantically looked around for anyone else to help because he wasn't exactly the hero type and didn't really know what to do in this situation but no one was in sight and there wasn't enough time to go back to the bus to get Remy or Piotr. She wasn't breathing.
He turned her over and pulled out a Swiss Army pocketknife from his back pocket and flipped it open, revealing many sharp and small appliances. The knife was all he carried around besides his trusty lighter and at the moment he was very glad of it.
He used the knife to cut through the ropes of the netting until the girl was at least untangled. She had been lying on her stomach but now that the nets were off of her he was able to turn her over on her back.
He gently rolled her limp body over and froze at what he saw. It was her. The girl that had been visiting him in his dreams and getting the crap beaten out of his with pillows because of it. It was the young teen that he'd run into at the pizza palace only a day ago. The one who turned out to be his enemy. It was Amara.
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"I don't see her." Kurt said, looking over the edge of the boat and out into the waters.
"Kurt I'm sorry but we need to get this boat back to the docks soon. We need to turn back." Ororro told him, though not wanting to give up herself.
"But ve have to keep looking. Ve already lost Keety ond Rogue. I don't vant to get them back just to lose somevone else." He protested, looking down into the dark water frantically.
"I know Kurt, but we can continue the search another way. We have to get back now. It's the responsible thing to do." Storm said, turning the boat around and putting a comforting hand on Kurt's shoulder.
"No. The responsible thing would be to not have lost my teammate in the first place. I'm going back to the jet incase she's there." Kurt said, shrugging her hand away and porting out of sight before Storm could say anything else.
She sighed solemnly and closed her eyes. 'Goddess let them all be okay. For their sake and the sake of the others.' She prayed silently thinking that all the tension of the events going on were not doing the team good.
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"So let me get this straight." Bobby said, trying to sort what he'd just been told out.
He was now sitting next to Jubilee a little to close for her comfort without him realizing it and looking at her curiously confused.
Jubilee had a look of absolute dread mixed with her not wanting to be here.
'Anywhere but here. I'd be anywhere but here right now but NOT HERE!' She screamed at herself in her head.
"You had a dream." He started.
'Africa! Zimbabwe! Area 51! The freaking North Pole for all I care! Just not here!' She yelled in her head.
"Dreams plural." She interrupted, correcting the number of dreams.
"Right. Dream-S." He said, emphasizing on the S in the word.
"Right." She agreed.
"And in the dreams I kissed you. . . . and you hit me with a pillow because of it?" He questioned.
"No. Not exactly." She said, making the no drag out a little longer the other words subconsciously, averting his eyes.
"No?" He asked, trying to find her hidden orbs.
"No." She repeated.
"It was more like. . ." She sighed. He was not going to make this easy for her.
"Like?" He asked after she paused in silence for a minute.
"Like after the kiss you said something, and then you left me all alone, and then I got mad at you." She explained.
"Oh, but then when did you hit me with the pillow in the dream?" He asked.
She shut her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and gathered herself again.
"I didn't actually hit you in the dreams. I thought I was dreaming when you came into my room and then I decided to hit you because you hadn't left yet and you were talking like you did in the dreams and I was mad at you. . .or dream you rather, and so, yeah." She told him.
"Oh." He said simply, obviously trying to sort things out in his head.
"Which brings me to MY question." She said, her eyes narrowing in curiosity a bit.
"Which would be?" He asked, not really paying attention.
"What were you trying to say when you came into my room last night? Unless it was about you and Amara hooking up because if it was then I think I'd much rather hear about it from a girl's point of view." She babbled, not realizing what she'd said about Amara and Bobby until it was too late and then she just had to make it look like it was on purpose and she was totally cool with the idea, even if she did hate it with a fiery passion.
"Wait! Whoa! Red light there Jubes." He said, stopping her and finally looking into her eyes, trying but unable to read her.
"What about me and Amara?" He asked.
"Amara and I." She corrected, trying to change the subject.
Bobby rolled his eyes at her grammar check but didn't dwell on it like she'd hoped.
"Whatever. What are talking about?" He asked.
"You and Amara are like going on or something right?" She asked, though thinking she already knew the answer.
"What!? No!" He exclaimed, putting his hands up in defense. "Wait a minute. You thought that. . ." He trailed off, a huge grin plastering his face. The grin was broken in a matter of seconds as a flood of laughter came on of his mouth.
"What's so funny Bobby Drake?" She asked, a little annoyed, putting her hands on her hips.
"Amara-" More laughter filled the air.
"And-" And more.
"Me!?" And even more, harder then before.
"What's so funny about that?" She asked, pursing her lips.
Bobby wiped a tear from his eye from laughing so hard. His sides had begun to hurt but he got control of himself, for the most part that is.
"Jubes, Amara isn't the kind of girl I'm into. She's more the sisterly type. You of all people should know that. You're my best friend." He said, containing his laughter.
"Right. Best friend." She said with a little disappointment, looking down at her hands.
Bobby noticed her change. "Something wrong?" He asked.
"Oh, no. Just feeling kind of stupid for thinking you and Amara would, you know." She said.
"Right." He agreed.
Bobby was very thankful she had mentioned Amara because it had appeared to get him off the hook for telling her what he wanted to say the night before but chickened out.
So Bobby what did you want to talk about with me last night?" She asked.
Bobby flinched. 'No such luck.' He grumpily thought, swearing to himself for speaking too soon.
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Jean, Scott and Logan walked many stores lined together on the busy shopping street, making their way through the crowds of people that were window shopping.
"Well at least we know that they aren't driving the jeep anymore." Jean said to her superior.
"Yeah, but now that narrows it down to the other million cars around here they could be in." Logan remarked sourly.
"Well then we'll just have to keep looking." Jean said determined.
"Right Scott?" She asked, looking for back up.
"Scott?" She called after not getting an answer.
Logan and Jean turned to see that Scott was not behind them anymore.
"Cyclops!" Logan shouted over the busy people.
"Over here guys. I think you two should take a look at this." He called, waving his hands in the air over all the people. He was standing in front of the window of the electronics store's window, looking at something in it.
"Scott this really isn't the time to be Christmas shopping." Jean scolded.
"I know that. I'm talking about this." He said, pointing to the television in the window's display case. It was turned on and set to a local news station.
"Listen to this." Scott said, ushering the other two closer to the window so they could hear.
*** It appears that a rather out of the ordinary robbery has taken place. A trailer was taken from the parking lot of the dealership last night. The only thing left in its place was, oddly enough, the King of hearts card belonging to a deck of playing cards. There are no clues or suspects as of now but we'll be sure to keep you updated. Back to you at the station Kent.***
"A robbery and a King of hearts. Hmm wonder who that could be." Scott said sarcastically.
"Well at least we've narrowed the search down. Now we just have to be on the look out for a trailer in this little town." Jean said.
"Yeah, but so is every cop in the state for car theft." Logan growled, fighting the urge to pop out his claws because they were in public.
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Pietro sat down on the couch and Kitty sat next to him. She was thoroughly drained and her little pillow fight, or rather attack because he hadn't returned the blows, and was already dead tired to begin with. She felt like she was going to pass out on the nice soft couch and she would have been overjoyed to do so if Pietro hadn't sat down directly where her head wanted to be.
She mumbled something under her breath about her stupid luck with stupid speedy teenagers and their lousy timing while situating herself in an upright, sitting position.
She kept blinking rapidly as the drowsiness threatened to take over her entire body.
Pietro leaned back and stretched his arms as he watched in amusement as Rogue tried to get free from Remy's grasp and Piotr just ignored it all.
'She's gonna kick his ass when she gets her full strength back.' He thought with an evilly amused grin and sigh.
Watching Rogue and Gambit was very entertaining. It was like television. Better because sense this was real life Remy didn't get a stunt double when he pushed Rogue too far off the edge and she killed him.
The Cajun hadn't done it yet, but Pietro was positive that it was coming, and now he just had to sit back, watch, and wait for it. He leaned his back against the couch and hardly noticed how Kitty was trying desperately to stay awake.
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"Man what's taking them so long?" Sam asked.
"I don't know but the way things are going we'll never get a confession out of the both of them anytime soon." Tabby whispered, peering into the next room with the others.
"Why don't we just make them tell each other? Then it would all be out in the open and we could get on with out lives." Ray suggested.
"And how do ya suggest we go about doin that?" Sam asked.
"Easy, we let out the secret for them." Ray replied.
"Are y' daft? They'd freeze us t' the ground before having fireworks target practice on us." Rhane remarked.
Tabby and the other boys all winced at the thought.
"Okay here's a better idea." Tabby perked up.
"Which is?" Rhane questioned.
"We get Jamie to do it. He's the youngest and he's too cute for them to get too pissed at." Tabby explained.
"Yeah." They all agreed, pushing Jamie into the room.
He yelped and gulped before tiptoeing into the room where the other two were laughing together.
"Um, ahem." Jamie said, clearing his throat and looking down at his feet.
"Yeah Jamie?" Bobby asked, still laughing.
"Well you see the others wanted to know if you guys told each other that you liked each other yet." Bobby said quickly, looking up at them for a response.
The response he received was total and complete silence. Well other then Bobby choking on a piece of popcorn and Jubilee spitting out her soda.
After that it was total and complete silence. They were both staring at Jamie, never at each other.
"Can't go wrong huh?" Ray hissed at Tabby who smacked her hand on her forehead and groaned.
"Well at least he got the message out." Tabby said.
"Yeah but now they're still gonna kill us." Sam told her as they all kept their eyes locked on the three in the other room.
"Well I um, think I'm just gonna go now. Bye." Jamie said before scurrying out of the room and up the stairs to the safety of his room.
Jubilee and Bobby just remained staring at the spot where Jamie had been seconds before, not saying a thing or looking anywhere else.
They just stayed that way like they were both frozen with the same shocked and horrified looks of surprise on their faces.
That was definitely not what either of them were expecting at the moment.
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"Cajun Ah swear if ya'll don't take ya grimy hands off of meh Ah'm gonna. . ." Rogue was cut off in the middle of her threat.
"Y' gonn' what chere? Nuzzle Remy t' death? Cause at de moment dat be all y' can do." He said, grinning down at her. He was standing and had his arms locked around her waist, pulling her up against him.
She was very ticked off at him for this and even more pissed that she couldn't do anything about it and that they were both fully aware of it.
She was forced to be facing him so she couldn't exactly ignore him and even though she could look away from his face, she could still feel his burning eyes gazing at her.
Rogue could feel herself blush at their closeness.
"Course if y' did wanna try dat nuzzlin idea Remy wouldn' mind non." He whispered into her ear, causing shivers running up and down her spine and butterflies forming in her stomach.
She shivered involuntarily and closed her eyes, fearing that if she looked into his eyes she'd be reduced to a mindless drone like idiot.
She regained her composure and managed to turn herself around after a minute of twisting and turning which he unfortunately seemed to enjoy.
At least now she could open her eyes and not be forced to either stare at his face or at his chest. Now she was jus looking straight ahead. Pietro, Kitty and Piotr were all sitting somewhere to her right but she ignored them.
She regained some of her Roguish persona before speaking again.
"Ya really don't know when ta stop do ya?" She asked rhetorically.
"Non, Remy knows when ta stop. He jus' don' much care." Remy said to her, adjusting her position so she was closer to him.
"Now petite, Remy jus' bein friendly to his chere." He said, squeezing her sides for a second. She nearly jumped out of her skin at the move and felt a warm feeling of blushing wash over her face. This boy was going to die.
"There is such a thing as too much friendliness ya know." She pointed out, squirming in the hold he had her in.
"Too much? Y' can neva have too much friendliness." He said with amusement in his tone. He was definitely enjoying this.
"Get any friendlier Cajun, and yer gonna find yaself wakin up from a very painful Coma." She said harshly.
"He didn't even shudder at the statement. Instead to Rogue's disbelief he kissed her on the top of her head and rested his chin on it.
"Yeah, but if y' gonn' go, den dat could be one hell of a way ta do it." He said suggestively, getting yet another blush out of her.
She was getting annoyed and pissed at him and hated the way he had power over her, and when she got better she was going to kill him. All these things he was sure of, but for some reason he really didn't care at the moment. Hell, it was fun getting her riled up like this when he knew she couldn't do any real damage to him. Well she could, but he was keeping her hands pinned to her side incase she decided to go skin-on-skin mode.
"Oh come on chere. Why won' y' be friendly ta Remy?" He asked, pouting and tilting his head so she could see him as he did so.
"Ya bein friendly enough fer thah both of us Swamp Rat." She retaliated, turning her head in the other direction to avoid his face.
He sighed and rested his chin on her head again.
"What? Am Ah ya head rest or somethin?" She asked, rather peeved.
"Or sometin." He echoed lazily. The position they'd gotten into was very relaxing when one let it be. Remy let it be, Rogue on the other hand had no intentions of doing so.
Rogue started to give in to the feeling of comfort and relaxation Gambit was offering as she leaned back into his chest and her drowsy eyes got heavier.
She kept closing her eyes and opening them before she fell asleep but she didn't feel like fighting the feeling anymore. Sure she would never hear the end of it from Kitty or Gambit if she fell asleep in his arms like she was about to but frankly at the moment she really didn't give a damn.
She felt Gambit hug her body to him and she could smell the spicy cologne he was wearing. It flooded her senses and overwhelmed her like the sleep as she breathed deeply and closed her eyes for the last time.
Remy looked down when he noticed that her body, which had been tensed up until now, was now a little heavier and limp in his arms. She was actually as light as a feather to him but he could tell when she tensed and when she didn't.
He turned his head and found that she was fast asleep, still partially standing in his arms. If it weren't for his firm hold on her she'd probably just hit the floor.
"Haha. Looks like you've just been promoted to cot Gambit." Pietro mocked.
Gambit gave him a small scowl but his eyes changed from dark to amusement as Kitty gave up her fight against the sand man as well and fell asleep. She was too tired to position herself any other way so she just let the sleep take over her.
She ended up falling forward like she'd planned in the first place. It didn't matter anymore that Pietro was still on the couch. She fell into his lap and used him as a pillow, breathing ever so softly as she slept pleasantly.
"Y' one t' talk mon ami. An' hey, at least Remy be de bed. Yo' still jus' de pillow." Remy told him slyly, earning a scowl from the boss's son as Pietro sat semi-uncomfortably, not wanting to move a muscle incase he woke the girl on his lap.
Pietro was really glad the brotherhood wasn't here. The guys wouldn't let him live it down, Wanda would probably kill him just because she could, and Lance would freaking skin him alive for being with Kitty like this.
He looked down at the girl's peaceful body as she slept in tranquility. She looked so innocent when she was asleep. Though she was fairly naive and sheltered as it was when she was awake.
"Why Pietro, if I didn't know any better I would say you were blushing." Piotr commented, cracking a small smile, exchanging amused looks with Remy. He knew the kid had a teenage boy in him somewhere.
"Did you manage to contact their teammates?" Piotr asked on a more serious note as Remy sat down on the comfortable chair to his left.
He was adjusting Rogue so she was lying in his lap and a little draped over the edges of the arms of the chair. Her head was resting on his chest and she slept soundly despite the Cajun's movement.
"No. We called but there was no answer. Probably because they're all out looking for the girls." Pietro said, tearing his gaze from the Valley girl on his legs and looking up at the two boys.
"So we jus' try again lata." Remy said, looking down at Rogue, his features softening as her chest moved up and down rhythmically.
What was this feeling he kept getting when he thought about her and looked at her? It was like she was pulling him closer to her without even trying. And Remy didn't mind getting pulled.
This wasn't how it was supposed to work. He was supposed to swoon the ladies and make them melt in his arms, not the other way around!
"Yeah, well what do we do now?" Pietro asked, referring to the girls on their laps.
"M' guessin we jus' stay here an' wait fo' de femmes t' wake up fo' now. Unless o' course ya wanna chance wakin her up an' getting' her mad at y'" Remy said.
"No, no! Waiting is good. Waiting is safe. Waiting is probably a whole lot less painful then not waiting." Pietro said, sighing tiredly at the trap he'd gotten into somehow.
Gambit smirked at the boy's reaction. The little valley girl shows up his teammate in one little pillow fight and he's terrified of her. Either that or he wanted to watch her sleep like Remy did Rogue.
"Wimp." Remy murmured, returning his gaze to the sleeping Rogue.
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"Mara!?" Pyro exclaimed.
"Sheila wake up! Come on! Rise and bloody shine!" John said, shaking her frantically.
He thought hard back to high school health class. CPR, he could do that. He hoped.
"Its um. . . Something about breathing for the other person." Pyro recalled vaguely.
He looked down at her limp form and sighed in frustration.
"Well then 'ere goes nothin love." He said, leaning down and breathing for her.
After about three rounds of breathing for her and pumping her to let out water he finally had success when he pressed on her chest and water shot out from her mouth. She gasped and began to have a coughing fit. She opened her eyes weakly after it was al out of her system and looked up at him.
"Its you." She said, sounding worse then drained.
"Yeah love, its me." He answered with a weak smile.
Her eyebrows scrunched a little in confusion.
"Am I dreaming?" She asked.
"Why would ya be dreamin?" He questioned.
"Because you're here. And you were in my dreams last night." She said in a small, almost childlike voice. She was very out of it.
"Was I now?" He asked, grinning more.
"Yeah. And you saved me from the bad man like you did now with the water." She said with a small sigh and a rather large yawn.
"Good to hear it 'Mara." He told her.
"Mmhmm. Goodnight." She said quietly, slipping out of consciousness again after a big yawn.
"Hey now, don't go fallin asleep on me again love." He said, shaking her a bit.
"Y' need ta stay awake until we get ya dried off." He told her, knowing that if she fell asleep at the state she was in she may not be able to wake up again.
He swiftly picked her up after she didn't answer and was clearly out like a light and carried her back toward the bus.
"Don't worry love." He said to her soothingly even though she couldn't hear him. "Pyro's here."
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HAHAHAHAHA!!!
How was that for an ending??
So let's review what happened. Um. . . . John found Amara, The secret about Bobby and Jubilee's feelings for each other is out FINALLY! And Logan, Jean and Scott are one step closer to finding the missing X-girls.
Damn it Remy! Why'd you have to go and leave your trademark card at the scene of the crime!? You're losing valuable Romy time you Nit!
Okay about the whole Fisherman thing, I know you guys didn't really like him and I agree with you and am not quite sure why he's even in there but when you think about it, come on! Would you be able to say no to Kurt when he gave you the puppy-dog eyes!?!? I thought not. :P Well for now if you will, please just ignore the man in past chapters and when I am done with the story or have a better hold on updating the chapters then I'll go back and delete him from the chapter just for you guyz. U know I luv ya'll.
OMG If they don't have Remy in the last episode of X-men: Evolution I'm going to. . . I'm going to. . . well I'm going to do something and its not going to be good so there! :P!
Thank you all so very much for reviewing. It really inspired me to write more. My brain is fried and I just finished PSATs like twenty minutes ago or something. Ugh!
Review plz. Tell me what you thought. Yeah I know it was poor on my part with the fisherman. Just ignore that bit if you want okay, because he isn't going to be in the story anymore anyways.
Later days!
-AngieX