CHAPTER 15
What's that about Canada?
"Jubes wait up!" Bobby said, hopping out the glass door after his friend on one foot while trying desperately to tug on his other sneaker.
"No thanks," Jubilee called back in a tone that sounded as if she was turning down a simple thing like a stick of gum. She didn't even turn around or stop walking at a fast pace into the giant yard.
Jubilee was still in pain from her injury but right now the feeling of not wanting to talk to or be near Bobby right now was far more powerful and making her forget about it for the time being.
Not only that but she was healing more and although she wasn't suppose to use her foot, she was able to.
She had run off and left him in the house but once outside she didn't run, even when she heard him coming out as well. She just walked really, really fast, not even knowing where she was going exactly.
"Jubilee we need to talk," He called, catching up to her and speed-walking next to her.
"Says you," She remarked, crossing her arms over her chest, avoiding his eyes and walking forward.
"You can't just avoid me forever," The icy teen mutant tried to reason with her.
"Watch me," She retaliated with attitude in her voice.
"You can't just pretend like this never happened."
"No, but I can sure as hell try."
"We're gonna have to have this conversation sooner or later," Bobby said, stopping his fast paced walking and standing still.
"Wanna bet?" She said, not noticing that he had stopped walking with her. She just kept on walking.
On her way to wherever it was her feet were taking her in the forest of the Institute, she pulled out her headphones clipped onto her belt and hit play on the CD walkman that was in the mini backpack that she grabbed on the way out of the room.
She turned on the player and got lost in the music while her feet did the walking and thinking for her. She just kept on walking, not knowing, or caring where she was going.
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"What're ya'll doin' now?" Rogue asked as she and Kitty walked in on Remy, Piotr and Pietro standing over John, who was watching Amara sleep intently.
"Didn't we like, tell you guys to leave so she can like rest?" Kitty scolded.
"Oui, but de fille still be restin' so no harm done," Remy reasoned, looking back to John.
"Like, what's so interesting about John, anyways? What's he doing?" Kitty asked.
"Nothing. That's the point. Have you ever seen him sit still for this long?" Pietro asked.
"De homme hasn' even blinked," Remy said, motioning to Pyro.
"Watch this," Pietro said as if ready to prove their point. The girls did as he said.
"Hey Pyro, the kitchen's on fire," Pietro yelled in a convincingly frenzied tone.
John didn't move an inch.
The girls both exchanged alarmed and astounded looks. John not caring about fire? That was weird.
Remy cleared his throat and the girls looked at him now. It was apparently his turn to play.
"Hey John, Creed's out front. Says he's gonna beat y' to a bloody pulp," Remy said, sounding serious and frantic.
John still made no movement.
"Alderdyce, I've got your lighter. Wonder what would happen if I threw it down the garbage disposal," Pietro tried again, actually dangling the lighter over the disposal threateningly.
The girls looked in pure shock as John, for the third time, had not done anything. And this was his lighter they were talking about. His pride and joy. His baby. The only reason for the being of his existence.
"Whoa. What's up with him?" Rogue asked as Kitty waved a hand in front of the Aussie's face. John only moved his head a little to the left so that he could see Amara better.
"Don't you see?" Kitty asked, getting the attention of all the others.
"See what?" Rogue asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Kitty smiled sweetly. "Pyro. He cares about her."
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"We're getting closer. The man at the gas station says he saw a bus park outside and a group of teenagers come in for directions," Jean said, joining Logan and Scott.
"Good, then unless something huge happens in the next ten minutes we should catch them at the next turn pipe," Logan concluded.
"The one right before the shipping docks?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, that's the one. Come on. We'd better get to them before they cause any damage. There's a not-so-friendly mob of mutant haters in this town and they don't look too kindly to strangers or strange vehicles," Jean told her boyfriend.
"So I'm guessing that big honking bus they're in is the equivalent of a giant billboard with 'MUTANTS IN HERE! COME KILL US NOW!' written in big red letters," Logan growled.
"Yep," Jean and Scott said in unison.
"But like you said, Logan. As long as nothing totally unforeseen happens that blows us way off course, then we should be able to find them in time before anyone else does," Jean assured the older mutant.
"And what are the chances of that?"
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"What d'ya mean we just got on a boat t' CANADA!?!?!?" The Cajun exclaimed.
"Just what I said. It was either this or face the nice army guys surrounding the docks," Pietro said, in an almost bored way as if this were no big problem.
Remy slapped his hand to his head and slumped down on the chair next to him.
"De Wolverine's gon' skin Remy alive!" He groaned.
"Not like we had a choice, Swamp Breath," Pietro replied, getting irritated by the older boy.
Remy glared at the speedster for the name he used on him before replying.
"Mon ami, dere always be a choice. For instance, Mon choice is t' not be torn t' shreds by de Wolvie when he fin's out what y' did," Remy told the young boy simply, collecting himself.
Pietro merely rolled his eyes.
"Oh so is that it? You're going to run when you see Wolverine? Run like the Cajun chicken you are?" Pietro said.
He was bored and Kitty was in the other room with John waiting for Amara to wake up, so the only means of entertainment were to piss off the Cajun or wake up Rogue.
He chose the first of the two, seeing how he'd like to stay conscious for the time being. He was doing a good job of it too.
"Non, Remy don' run from trouble. He dodges it," Remy said simply.
"Right. Whatever you say," Pietro replied, looking out the window and seeing the land get further and further away.
"One week out to sea," Pietro announced.
Remy grumbled something about Wolverine and a last testament and some choice words toward Pietro in French before banging his head repeatedly against the cool glass of the window.
"If we get trough dis mess alive mon ami, includin' dat Logan homme, Remy gon' kill ya." Gambit said, banging his head against the window yet again.
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Rogue woke up with a jerk when she heard Remy shouting from the next room. "Aw, hell! Not again!" She exclaimed, realizing that she'd fallen asleep AGAIN.
She was lying on the couch and as of now very pissed off at her body for not being prone to the things happening to it because of the drugs. Apparently that was how the nifty little drug worked.
'That's it!' she thought in frustration, dragging herself out of the bed.
Every time she fell asleep she'd wake up feeling like hell. Well enough was enough. There was no way in hell she was going to fall asleep again. She'd stay up if it killed her.
Rogue got up the strength in her mind for determination just as her eyelids began to droop yet again. She shut them tightly for a second but then shot them open and shot off of the couch. Of course she was sleepy. That couch was too damn comfortable for its own good.
Unfortunately for her, the couch was probably where she should have been at that moment because when she got up too quickly she became lightheaded and the room began to spin.
She groaned and clutched her head before her legs gave way and she fell limply. She was about to fall into the door which would only have resulted in a loud thump before she hit the floor but instead Remy chose that exact moment (of course he did, you all knew he would) to open said door which caused Rogue's body to fall into his arms.
He looked down at the girl with great confusion. He looked back at Pietro, who just shrugged.
"Yo' fallin fo' Remy mo' an' mo mon belle," Remy whispered into her ear. She groaned in reply, not being fully conscious.
Gambit just smiled down at her. She was going to be really pissed when she woke up and realized she'd fallen asleep again. This, for some unexplained reason, made the Cajun grin even wider.
He shook his head at her stubbornness before lifting her into his arms and plopping her back on the couch. He decided to wait in the room with her until she woke up because of three things.
If he had to stay with Quicksilver for one more second he'd either kill himself, kill Pietro, or the boss would get pissed because he killed Pietro and would kill Remy. Either way his safest bet was with Rogue.
Remy closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair next to the couch. Every once in a while he would open his eyes to glance down at the Goth. Rogue was looking at the insides of her eyelids, Remy was looking at Rogue, and although the two were not aware of it, Marie was watching the both of them from the shadows.
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What do you mean we're on our way to Canada!?!?!?" Kitty shouted. Pietro winced at covered his ears. "Chill, Valley girl," He told her nonchalantly.
"Chill? Chill he says! Chill!" She yelled to no one in particular.
Pietro just looked at how pissed off she was at that point. It was fairly entertaining. He may have even gone as far as saying she looked cute when she. . . wait! No! 'Bad brain! Bad!' Pietro scolded himself.
"Okay, Maximoff! I'll chill. Of course that's only because I'm not gonna have a choice seeing how we're gonna end up in freaking freezing cold CANADA!!!!" She shouted again.
"Its not that bad," Pietro told her.
She raised her eyebrow skeptically at him.
"Okay," He said after a few seconds of silence. "So it is that bad. But there wasn't much else we could do so just toughen up okay? I'm getting tired of listening to your whining," Pietro said.
Kitty huffed at this and through a pillow at him, getting a direct hit on his face. The hit made him lose his balance and fall off the chair he was leaning back on.
Kitty smiled, satisfied with her action, before turning on her heal and leaving.
Pietro lifted his head up and leaned on his elbows, sitting upright. He laughed and rolled his eyes. "Girls are lucky they're so hot or else there's no way I'd be putting up with this crap," He said with a very small smirk.
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John's head was in his hands which were propped up on his knees. He lifted his head when he heard a soft groan. His eyes widened when Amara began to stir. He stood over her and waited for her eyes to open.
Sure enough, Amara's eyes did open. They slowly squinted, adjusting to the bright lights above her. The first thing she actually saw that was a gray blur was a guy with flaming red hair and light illuminating his face.
"It's you," She whispered with a small frown.
"Yeah, luv. It's me," He said, smiling with relief that she was finally awake.
Amara lifted her head up quickly and propped her elbows up, leaning back on them. Suddenly the room swam with blurred visions and she let out another soft groan before giving into the dizziness and plopping back down on the pillows.
"Hurt?" John asked.
"Ow!" She grumbled in a low, tired voice. She seemed pretty out of it like she'd been drinking the night before.
John figured it was probably the intake of salt water overdose she'd had and the medication Piotr had suggested to give to her, which apparently worked because she was awake.
"Guess that'd be a yes, then, on the hurting," John concluded.
"I feel like I got hit by a bus," She murmured, scrunching her eyes shut tightly and covering them with her hands.
She paused for a moment and looked up at him. "Did I get hit by a speeding bus?" She asked.
John laughed at how much of a child she was portraying at the moment. Those meds must have really done a number on her. She was acting like she was little girl. And for some reason he found it to be the cutest thing in the world.
"No," He said, smiling down at her. He stroked her hair inadvertently.
"Oh. That's nice then," She said quietly. She was so out of it.
"So, 'sides feelin' like you've been caught in a bingle, 'ow does the lovely Sheila feel?" (bingle: motor vehicle accident)
If Amara weren't pumped with pills, she'd probably have blushed furiously. Instead she merely answered the question as if she hadn't just been complimented in the process.
"My head hurts, the room is randomly spinning, my throat is burning, my eyesight sucks, and for some reason I feel seasick," She told him, clutching her head and groaning.
He laughed and smiled at her. "Well, luv, the headache and the spinnin' room are probably from you gettin' up so fast after lyin' down all that time. Makes the head spin ya know?" John explained somewhat cheerfully to her.
"And as for the burnin' throat, poor eyesight, and the seasickness is most likely 'cause ya swallowed bout a gallon of the salty stuff a few hours ago. Not too good for the eyes, either," He told her.
"I can taste the salt water. That's why I feel seasick?" She asked.
"Well that and it might be that we're on a moving boat to Canada," He added.
"We're going to Canada?" She asked.
"Yep. I heard the other blokes talking about it. Boy was your friend pissed at Pietro," He mused.
"M-my friend?" She asked.
"Yes. Rogue and Kitty. Ya found em' and don't worry, they're both safe. No need ta sick Wolverine on us then," He added with a nervous laugh.
She looked confused and stared at him blankly like she didn't know what the hell he was babbling on about.
"Don't ya remember, luv?" He asked.
"No. Um. . . who are you?" She asked, finally realizing that she didn't know who the hell this person was.
John's heart sank a little. "Don't ya remember me, luv?" He asked again. He really thought she would remember him. I mean after all she did when he got her out of the water. Not to mention their little encounter at the pizza palace.
"No," She said quietly after a while.
"Well, Me name is John. We've already had this talk ya know," He told her, trying to get her to remember.
She stared blankly at him in return again. "We did?"
"Yes. Blimey Sheila! Those drugs must've really done a number on you," He exclaimed.
"Sheila? Why do you keep calling me that? Is it. . .is it my name?" She asked insecurely. "I don't remember. Who am I?"
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AHHHHH! She has Amnesia!!!! Okay just for you viewers out there, the X-men are NOT going to Canada!!!! I just needed a place for them to go to so that they would have more time together and that's what ya'll wanted wasn't it? Okay then. Not Canada, just the boat trip there.
Review A lot this time okay people! PLZZZZZ!!!!
-AngieX
"Jubes wait up!" Bobby said, hopping out the glass door after his friend on one foot while trying desperately to tug on his other sneaker.
"No thanks," Jubilee called back in a tone that sounded as if she was turning down a simple thing like a stick of gum. She didn't even turn around or stop walking at a fast pace into the giant yard.
Jubilee was still in pain from her injury but right now the feeling of not wanting to talk to or be near Bobby right now was far more powerful and making her forget about it for the time being.
Not only that but she was healing more and although she wasn't suppose to use her foot, she was able to.
She had run off and left him in the house but once outside she didn't run, even when she heard him coming out as well. She just walked really, really fast, not even knowing where she was going exactly.
"Jubilee we need to talk," He called, catching up to her and speed-walking next to her.
"Says you," She remarked, crossing her arms over her chest, avoiding his eyes and walking forward.
"You can't just avoid me forever," The icy teen mutant tried to reason with her.
"Watch me," She retaliated with attitude in her voice.
"You can't just pretend like this never happened."
"No, but I can sure as hell try."
"We're gonna have to have this conversation sooner or later," Bobby said, stopping his fast paced walking and standing still.
"Wanna bet?" She said, not noticing that he had stopped walking with her. She just kept on walking.
On her way to wherever it was her feet were taking her in the forest of the Institute, she pulled out her headphones clipped onto her belt and hit play on the CD walkman that was in the mini backpack that she grabbed on the way out of the room.
She turned on the player and got lost in the music while her feet did the walking and thinking for her. She just kept on walking, not knowing, or caring where she was going.
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"What're ya'll doin' now?" Rogue asked as she and Kitty walked in on Remy, Piotr and Pietro standing over John, who was watching Amara sleep intently.
"Didn't we like, tell you guys to leave so she can like rest?" Kitty scolded.
"Oui, but de fille still be restin' so no harm done," Remy reasoned, looking back to John.
"Like, what's so interesting about John, anyways? What's he doing?" Kitty asked.
"Nothing. That's the point. Have you ever seen him sit still for this long?" Pietro asked.
"De homme hasn' even blinked," Remy said, motioning to Pyro.
"Watch this," Pietro said as if ready to prove their point. The girls did as he said.
"Hey Pyro, the kitchen's on fire," Pietro yelled in a convincingly frenzied tone.
John didn't move an inch.
The girls both exchanged alarmed and astounded looks. John not caring about fire? That was weird.
Remy cleared his throat and the girls looked at him now. It was apparently his turn to play.
"Hey John, Creed's out front. Says he's gonna beat y' to a bloody pulp," Remy said, sounding serious and frantic.
John still made no movement.
"Alderdyce, I've got your lighter. Wonder what would happen if I threw it down the garbage disposal," Pietro tried again, actually dangling the lighter over the disposal threateningly.
The girls looked in pure shock as John, for the third time, had not done anything. And this was his lighter they were talking about. His pride and joy. His baby. The only reason for the being of his existence.
"Whoa. What's up with him?" Rogue asked as Kitty waved a hand in front of the Aussie's face. John only moved his head a little to the left so that he could see Amara better.
"Don't you see?" Kitty asked, getting the attention of all the others.
"See what?" Rogue asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Kitty smiled sweetly. "Pyro. He cares about her."
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"We're getting closer. The man at the gas station says he saw a bus park outside and a group of teenagers come in for directions," Jean said, joining Logan and Scott.
"Good, then unless something huge happens in the next ten minutes we should catch them at the next turn pipe," Logan concluded.
"The one right before the shipping docks?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, that's the one. Come on. We'd better get to them before they cause any damage. There's a not-so-friendly mob of mutant haters in this town and they don't look too kindly to strangers or strange vehicles," Jean told her boyfriend.
"So I'm guessing that big honking bus they're in is the equivalent of a giant billboard with 'MUTANTS IN HERE! COME KILL US NOW!' written in big red letters," Logan growled.
"Yep," Jean and Scott said in unison.
"But like you said, Logan. As long as nothing totally unforeseen happens that blows us way off course, then we should be able to find them in time before anyone else does," Jean assured the older mutant.
"And what are the chances of that?"
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"What d'ya mean we just got on a boat t' CANADA!?!?!?" The Cajun exclaimed.
"Just what I said. It was either this or face the nice army guys surrounding the docks," Pietro said, in an almost bored way as if this were no big problem.
Remy slapped his hand to his head and slumped down on the chair next to him.
"De Wolverine's gon' skin Remy alive!" He groaned.
"Not like we had a choice, Swamp Breath," Pietro replied, getting irritated by the older boy.
Remy glared at the speedster for the name he used on him before replying.
"Mon ami, dere always be a choice. For instance, Mon choice is t' not be torn t' shreds by de Wolvie when he fin's out what y' did," Remy told the young boy simply, collecting himself.
Pietro merely rolled his eyes.
"Oh so is that it? You're going to run when you see Wolverine? Run like the Cajun chicken you are?" Pietro said.
He was bored and Kitty was in the other room with John waiting for Amara to wake up, so the only means of entertainment were to piss off the Cajun or wake up Rogue.
He chose the first of the two, seeing how he'd like to stay conscious for the time being. He was doing a good job of it too.
"Non, Remy don' run from trouble. He dodges it," Remy said simply.
"Right. Whatever you say," Pietro replied, looking out the window and seeing the land get further and further away.
"One week out to sea," Pietro announced.
Remy grumbled something about Wolverine and a last testament and some choice words toward Pietro in French before banging his head repeatedly against the cool glass of the window.
"If we get trough dis mess alive mon ami, includin' dat Logan homme, Remy gon' kill ya." Gambit said, banging his head against the window yet again.
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Rogue woke up with a jerk when she heard Remy shouting from the next room. "Aw, hell! Not again!" She exclaimed, realizing that she'd fallen asleep AGAIN.
She was lying on the couch and as of now very pissed off at her body for not being prone to the things happening to it because of the drugs. Apparently that was how the nifty little drug worked.
'That's it!' she thought in frustration, dragging herself out of the bed.
Every time she fell asleep she'd wake up feeling like hell. Well enough was enough. There was no way in hell she was going to fall asleep again. She'd stay up if it killed her.
Rogue got up the strength in her mind for determination just as her eyelids began to droop yet again. She shut them tightly for a second but then shot them open and shot off of the couch. Of course she was sleepy. That couch was too damn comfortable for its own good.
Unfortunately for her, the couch was probably where she should have been at that moment because when she got up too quickly she became lightheaded and the room began to spin.
She groaned and clutched her head before her legs gave way and she fell limply. She was about to fall into the door which would only have resulted in a loud thump before she hit the floor but instead Remy chose that exact moment (of course he did, you all knew he would) to open said door which caused Rogue's body to fall into his arms.
He looked down at the girl with great confusion. He looked back at Pietro, who just shrugged.
"Yo' fallin fo' Remy mo' an' mo mon belle," Remy whispered into her ear. She groaned in reply, not being fully conscious.
Gambit just smiled down at her. She was going to be really pissed when she woke up and realized she'd fallen asleep again. This, for some unexplained reason, made the Cajun grin even wider.
He shook his head at her stubbornness before lifting her into his arms and plopping her back on the couch. He decided to wait in the room with her until she woke up because of three things.
If he had to stay with Quicksilver for one more second he'd either kill himself, kill Pietro, or the boss would get pissed because he killed Pietro and would kill Remy. Either way his safest bet was with Rogue.
Remy closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair next to the couch. Every once in a while he would open his eyes to glance down at the Goth. Rogue was looking at the insides of her eyelids, Remy was looking at Rogue, and although the two were not aware of it, Marie was watching the both of them from the shadows.
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What do you mean we're on our way to Canada!?!?!?" Kitty shouted. Pietro winced at covered his ears. "Chill, Valley girl," He told her nonchalantly.
"Chill? Chill he says! Chill!" She yelled to no one in particular.
Pietro just looked at how pissed off she was at that point. It was fairly entertaining. He may have even gone as far as saying she looked cute when she. . . wait! No! 'Bad brain! Bad!' Pietro scolded himself.
"Okay, Maximoff! I'll chill. Of course that's only because I'm not gonna have a choice seeing how we're gonna end up in freaking freezing cold CANADA!!!!" She shouted again.
"Its not that bad," Pietro told her.
She raised her eyebrow skeptically at him.
"Okay," He said after a few seconds of silence. "So it is that bad. But there wasn't much else we could do so just toughen up okay? I'm getting tired of listening to your whining," Pietro said.
Kitty huffed at this and through a pillow at him, getting a direct hit on his face. The hit made him lose his balance and fall off the chair he was leaning back on.
Kitty smiled, satisfied with her action, before turning on her heal and leaving.
Pietro lifted his head up and leaned on his elbows, sitting upright. He laughed and rolled his eyes. "Girls are lucky they're so hot or else there's no way I'd be putting up with this crap," He said with a very small smirk.
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John's head was in his hands which were propped up on his knees. He lifted his head when he heard a soft groan. His eyes widened when Amara began to stir. He stood over her and waited for her eyes to open.
Sure enough, Amara's eyes did open. They slowly squinted, adjusting to the bright lights above her. The first thing she actually saw that was a gray blur was a guy with flaming red hair and light illuminating his face.
"It's you," She whispered with a small frown.
"Yeah, luv. It's me," He said, smiling with relief that she was finally awake.
Amara lifted her head up quickly and propped her elbows up, leaning back on them. Suddenly the room swam with blurred visions and she let out another soft groan before giving into the dizziness and plopping back down on the pillows.
"Hurt?" John asked.
"Ow!" She grumbled in a low, tired voice. She seemed pretty out of it like she'd been drinking the night before.
John figured it was probably the intake of salt water overdose she'd had and the medication Piotr had suggested to give to her, which apparently worked because she was awake.
"Guess that'd be a yes, then, on the hurting," John concluded.
"I feel like I got hit by a bus," She murmured, scrunching her eyes shut tightly and covering them with her hands.
She paused for a moment and looked up at him. "Did I get hit by a speeding bus?" She asked.
John laughed at how much of a child she was portraying at the moment. Those meds must have really done a number on her. She was acting like she was little girl. And for some reason he found it to be the cutest thing in the world.
"No," He said, smiling down at her. He stroked her hair inadvertently.
"Oh. That's nice then," She said quietly. She was so out of it.
"So, 'sides feelin' like you've been caught in a bingle, 'ow does the lovely Sheila feel?" (bingle: motor vehicle accident)
If Amara weren't pumped with pills, she'd probably have blushed furiously. Instead she merely answered the question as if she hadn't just been complimented in the process.
"My head hurts, the room is randomly spinning, my throat is burning, my eyesight sucks, and for some reason I feel seasick," She told him, clutching her head and groaning.
He laughed and smiled at her. "Well, luv, the headache and the spinnin' room are probably from you gettin' up so fast after lyin' down all that time. Makes the head spin ya know?" John explained somewhat cheerfully to her.
"And as for the burnin' throat, poor eyesight, and the seasickness is most likely 'cause ya swallowed bout a gallon of the salty stuff a few hours ago. Not too good for the eyes, either," He told her.
"I can taste the salt water. That's why I feel seasick?" She asked.
"Well that and it might be that we're on a moving boat to Canada," He added.
"We're going to Canada?" She asked.
"Yep. I heard the other blokes talking about it. Boy was your friend pissed at Pietro," He mused.
"M-my friend?" She asked.
"Yes. Rogue and Kitty. Ya found em' and don't worry, they're both safe. No need ta sick Wolverine on us then," He added with a nervous laugh.
She looked confused and stared at him blankly like she didn't know what the hell he was babbling on about.
"Don't ya remember, luv?" He asked.
"No. Um. . . who are you?" She asked, finally realizing that she didn't know who the hell this person was.
John's heart sank a little. "Don't ya remember me, luv?" He asked again. He really thought she would remember him. I mean after all she did when he got her out of the water. Not to mention their little encounter at the pizza palace.
"No," She said quietly after a while.
"Well, Me name is John. We've already had this talk ya know," He told her, trying to get her to remember.
She stared blankly at him in return again. "We did?"
"Yes. Blimey Sheila! Those drugs must've really done a number on you," He exclaimed.
"Sheila? Why do you keep calling me that? Is it. . .is it my name?" She asked insecurely. "I don't remember. Who am I?"
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AHHHHH! She has Amnesia!!!! Okay just for you viewers out there, the X-men are NOT going to Canada!!!! I just needed a place for them to go to so that they would have more time together and that's what ya'll wanted wasn't it? Okay then. Not Canada, just the boat trip there.
Review A lot this time okay people! PLZZZZZ!!!!
-AngieX