A/N: Hey y'all! I know I've got (at least one of) you hanging on for this chappie, soooo.... without further ado.... READER REVIEWS!
ishandahalf – Yesh.... You writes lots.... I DO feel loved that im one of your victims.... honest....
Heh, John would care about his girlfriend.... If she bought him fire.... and always carried a lighter.. and likes to watch things burn.... HEY LOOK! I could do that! I always carry a lighter cos I love to watch things burn! Its DESTINY!
No, having X-Men on tape isn't sad.... Its GOOD.... honest! The hair is.... yes, the hair is appauling.... X-Men hair's better on him though....Mind you, I love the ponytail.... lol
I'm just wondering if Mystique's gonna kill him or not.... I'm thinking she might.... He he he....
Carla-p – Who's Lorna? 'Fraid I don't know her.... and I have a recent obsession with green hair.... Thanks for ya review!
Rayvn Nyte – Uhh.... Sowwy.... My author alert doesn't seem to be working with you no more.... lol, I knew ya were going to re-post it, but still.... MY PYRO! Ill have a look through it after I post this up. Promise. Anywho, thanks, And I still haven't seen Rogue in a dress in Evo, but I miss it a lot cos of Collage.... OOH! STAR!
Damien: Don't worry, she's simple.... It'll keep her entertained for a few hours while Dallas sneaks this entry up....
Krys: You know, you and ishandahalf should join forces..... you both force me to update....
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He watched the lump for a moment, before realising that it didn't seem to be moving. At all. Not even for breathing.
Suddenly petrified, he pulled the cover back off the bed to find.... HIS LIGHTER! John's eyes lit up, and the manic grin broke out over his face again.
"Don't ever leave me again!" He sobbed gently, hugging the lighter. "I love you!"
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"Why would you think that I knew someone called Marie Darkholme?" Mystique's voice was even more icy than usual, if possible, and she was glaring at the wall, wishing Pietro was there so she could glare at him instead.
"Because you're getting irate." Pietro answered easily. "So-who-is-she? Anyone-I-Want-to-know?" It was obvious what his thought were on by the tone in his voice.
"You stay away from my daughter!" Mystique snapped before she realised. "Oh god.."
"You'vegotadaughter? Issheblue? Sheasevilasyou?" He asked quickly, making sure she couldn't catch any of them.
"SHUT UP! Listen to me Quicksilver. You WILL stay away from Rog.... Marie.... okay?"
"Stay away from who?"
"Marie, Promise me you will stay away from Rogue or I will make your life a living hell!" Pietro grinned.
"I promise I'll stay away from Marie." He answered innocently, already thinking of ways around it, as he hung up. "Oh Lauren! I-think-I-just-found-Marie...."
After spending the rest of the night tormenting Lore over where Marie was, Pietro had fallen asleep on the edge of the bed, and somehow his arm had ended up around her waist, pulling her close to him. Well, it is his room afterall.
The surprise on Lore's face when she woke up to see Pietro laid there, not too far away from her, with his arm around her waist. After the intial shock had passed, she snuggled into the sheets more, ignoring him, and went back to sleep. It had been a long, cold, night.
"Lore? Lauren.... Wake up.... please?... I need to talk to you.... Oomph!" Lauren smiled as the pillow aimed at the creature that was speaking to her, too early in the morning, connected, shutting it up for now.
"Lauren-wake-up-its-about-Marie!" It continued, the pillow in Lauren's hand stopping as the topic gained her interest.
"What about her?"
"Lauren, I'm sorry about what I did last night, but I couldn't leave you alone in the Acolyte house with that crazy Australian...." She shook her head.
"Marie?" She prompted, ready to throw something heavier at Pietro.
"Well its turns out she do.."
"YOU KIDNAPPED ME?!?!?" Her scream brought the other members of the Brotherhood household running, Wanda first as she was closest.
"Only way you can get a girl Brother?" She smirked, walking back to her room.
"You didn't really kidnap her did you?" Lance asked firmly, sounding more like Scott Summers than he would ever like to think.
"Well-technically.."
"Yes." She finished for him, a wonder in itself. Even more so than the fact that he had shut up for once. "And If you don't tell me where I am, you're all going to be sorry.... And where the hell is Marie D.."
"Don't say it...."
"Darkholme?" She finished, smiling a little.
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Rogue and Remy danced a little, Rogue occasionally having to give Remy up to some other girl who wanted to dance, and Remy occasionally having to give up Rogue to the guy who cut in, but they always managed to make it back to each other.
"Remy.." She started, being cut off by his gloved finger being pressed against her lips.
"Chere, Remy got somet'in' t' show y'." He took her hand and lead her outside, down the path to the Gardens. Set up on a bench was a couple of candles, already lit, and a vase of roses. He watched her sit down, and sat directly opposite her, pulling up the hamper from under the table, and placing the things on the table. Suprisingly enough, they were all desserts.
"Remy figure y' be hungry after all dat dancin' Chere...." His own smile broadened as she smiled at him.... and the desserts.
"Thank ya sugah...." She said, before laughing as he pulled out the final tray. "Swamp Rat! How'd ya know mah favourite?" He held up the Mississippi mud pie, and grinned.
"It says it be from de county of de River Rats chere...." He teased, "Ow! Chere dat 'urt!" he pouted, pretending to rub his leg from the swift kick to the shin she gave him. "Y' kiss it better later non?"
"Not 'less ya want ta be in ah coma Cajun...."
"Kiss f' a Coma?" he smirked. "Remy t'ink it be worth it Chere.... but maybe y' not kiss m' shin better Chere.... Remy t'inks his lips be 'urtin' Chere.... y' kiss dem better f' him?"
"Don't y' have nothin' better ta do Swamp Rat?"
"Non Chere.... Sittin' wit' de most belle femme at de ball...." He watched her cheeks colour slightly. "Aww, Chere. Remy not mean t' make y; blush.... thou' it look tres belle on y'."
"Rem.... Cajun.... Don't.."
"Don' what Chere?"
"Don't charm meh...." Her tone had dropped, and she was watching something over his shoulder, trying not to let him see that she was. Framed by the light from the doorway, too far away to tell who it was, was a couple, kissing. She hated it.... It reminded her of what she couldn't have, and suddenly the charm just seemed irritating.... an annoyance....
"Somet'in' wrong P'tite?" He had moved, so he was sat by her, and his arm snaked around her waist, settling comfortably, until she pushed it off.
"No.... What makes ya think there's somethin' wrong?"
"Y' got dat look in y' eyes Chere. Remy not stupid." Before she could respond, he had both arms wrapped around her waist and held her tight to him, no hesitation, or flinching, because of her power. "Chere, Remy don' care if y' can ne'er touch.... He still be here.... Right here.... an' he jus' hold y', like dis."
"Remy.... don't...." Her attempts to get away, and push him away were getting weaker. Truth be told, she didn't mind him half as much as she pretended, and she didn't hate him. The thought that he would always be there for her, gave her some hope.
"Dis Cajun wait for y' f'rever Rogue...." She leaned into him, and he placed a kiss ontop of her head. "Remy ever tell y' how belle y' look in de moonlight?" He could see her blush again, and he blew out the candles. "Mon dieu.... Y' be de mos' belle t'ing dis t'ief ever seen."
"Ya aint half-bad yaself Cajun." He looked a little shocked.
"Chere, y' sick? Or y' fin'lly realised dat dis Cajun be de homme for y'?"
"Ah think ah'm ill...." She responded cheekily, grinning a little as she spoke.
"Got a present f' y' Chere...." pulling the Rose vase to him, he untied the green scarf from around it, and showed her it. It wasn't silk, but a thinner material, just as strong.
"Thank y' Remy...."
"Dats not all Chere.... Remy got y' dis aussi." Taking the scarf from her hands, he held it over her mouth delicately, and gave her a chaste and Gentleman like kiss, before placing it around her neck.
Rogue sat there in shock for a few minutes while she registered what had happened.
"Ah.... umm.... Ah gottah...."
"'S okay Chere.... Remy take y' back t' y' room.... 's gettin' late." He held his hand out for once more, and picked up the roses. He'd come back for the rest later. When they reached the hall, everyone else had already left for bed, and he walked her upto her room. They went in almost perfect silence, not speaking because everyone else may be sleeping, but because they didn't need to really.
At the door, he handed her the roses again, kissed the back of her hand, and bowed slightly.
"Sweet Dreams Chere."
"Goodnight Cajun."
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(About 4am)
Rogue was tossing and turning in her bed, asleep, and dreaming, but not all of it good. Her dreams were much like they are after she's absorbed Logan.... Flashes, of things. The girl with the green hair.... the Lab.... Her mother sending her away.... The Orange coloured and Lemon flavoured drinks....
Rogue sat bolt upright, shaking slightly, too afraid to sleep alone again. Kitty was god-knows-where with Lance, and Remy was.... her eyes widened slightly as she realised Remy was asleep in the chair by her bed. She smiled a little at the guesture.
"Thanks.." She felt a little better. If she needed him, he would be there....
"'S alright Chere.... Remy don' sleep much." He had removed the jacket and was just ion the long black sleeved shirt and trousers, with his gloves on, just incase. When she scooted backwards in the bed, he raised his eyebrow. "Not gon' hurt y' chere.."
"Ah know.... Its just.... Ah feel ah littl' silleh askin'.... but would ya.... Ah mean.... If ya don't mind...."
"Y' want Remy t' hold y'? Keep 'way t' bad dreams?" She nodded. "O' course Chere...." and he laid down next to her, his arms going around her, only just realising then how frail and delicate she was under the Goth. He kissed her forehead.
"Go t' sleep Chere. Remy keep t' demons at bay...."
"Je t'aime Remy...." She mumbled as she fell asleep.
"Love y' too Rogue."
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"Marie Darkholme?" Wanda raised an eyebrow. "Didn't know she had a kid." Shrugging, the Goth walked out. Lance looked at Pietro questioningly.
"I-think-she-took-her-sanity-pills-today." He offered, in way of a explanation for his sister's anti-violent behaviour.
"Ah. So Mystique has a daughter?" Pietro nodded.
"Yeah. Now-get-lost-Lance." He smirked. "Go-see-like-Kitty." Lance glared at him, and Pietro just raised his eyebrow, watching him leave, then shut the door.
"What the hell was all that about? And who's Mystique?"
"Mystique is..... Raven Darkholme.... She works at Bayville High.... She's my Boss...."
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A/N: well that looks longer than most of my chappies, so ill stop there.... my fingers are going to drop off.... Lots of Romy there.... Pointless Romy.. Don't you just love it?