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"I see you've turned my daughter into a softie." Mystique quietly commented to Jean-Luc when they walked into Rogue's room only to see Rogue and Remy both asleep on her bed. They looked pretty cozy, if you know what I'm saying. The blue skinned temperamental woman walked over to Rogue and shook her roughly by the shoulder. When Rogue swatted her hand away and mumbled something about not wanting to go to school, she had it. "Rogue." Mystique warned, raising her voice.
Outside, birds flew from their rests, wanting to get away from the terrible sound that had broken through their peace and quietness.
Rogue's eyes snapped open. "Mystique?" She asked, practically choking on her own tongue. "What the hell are ya doin' here?" She glanced down at Remy to see him stirring. When he saw Mystique, he fell off the bed.
"What the heck is she doin' here?" He asked deadpanned, receiving a glare from the older woman.
"Gambit." Mystique stated coldly, tightening her jaw. "How missed you are back in Bayville." It was a complete and total lie. A lot of storeowners were happy their stuff wasn't 'disappearing' anymore, so they were too busy celebrating until they were robbed again to miss the culprit.
"I bet." He shot at her, getting to his feet. Rogue then looked up at him with an appraised look.
"You two know each other?" Rogue asked, debating if whether or not she should pinch herself to see if this was a dream. "How? You guys weren't.." She glanced back and forth at them. "Nah."
"Weren't what?" Remy asked, folding his arms over his chest. His eyes suddenly widened slightly. "Dieu, no! She was the X-Men's enemy."
"The what men?" Rogue asked, scrunching up her nose in confusion. "Never mind. I don't want to know. Y'all are crazy."
"Rogue." Mystique said in a stern voice, after she shot Remy a look. "We need to talk." She glanced up at Remy, narrowing her eyes on him momentarily before looking back down at her adopted daughter. "Alone."
Remy put his hands up, and rolled his eyes. "Don't let me be a bother." Rogue smiled, and was amused by the sarcastic tone in his voice, while on the other hand, Mystique was nearly growling at him. Remy walked over to Rogue, while keeping his eyes on the angry looking Mystique, kissed his dear Southerner on the forehead and then walked out of the room while glancing behind his shoulder. He knew better than to turn your back to an enemy. Jean-Luc followed out behind him, closing the door behind him.
"Rogue. I am ready for you to come to Bayville with me." Mystique was very blunt about what she wanted. There was no point in beating around the bush with Rogue.
"Oh, sure. Just let me go pack my bags." Rogue spat at her, making a face of disgust. "How can you just say that? Maybe I like it here." She raised her brows at her. "Hmm, Mystique? Ever think about that?"
"It's time for you to do your job."
"You mean it's time for me to do your job."
"Are you being flippant with me?"
"Flip—what?"
Mystique impatiently tapped her foot. "I want you to come back to New York with me. You can be with your own kind."
"Remy's a mutant." Rogue pointed out, not liking the sound of 'your own kind.' It was true she was a mutant, but she was still a human being.
"Rogue, stop arguing with me. Come back with me. Consider it a vacation."
Who was she fooling? "A vacation?"
"You will be coming back here."
Rogue bit down on her lower lip, wondering whether or not to believe her.
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"Remy, get away from the door." Mattie pulled Remy away from the door by the back of his shirt. "Besides, if you're goin' to do that, you might as well get a glass to put against the door so you can hear better."
"Don't encourage 'im, Mattie." Jean-Luc muttered, rolling his eyes. "Jus' let Mystique and the girl talk."
"What is she doin' here?" Remy asked as they walked down the hall. "Does it have somethin' to do with Rogue?"
"Obviously." Jean-Luc snapped, receiving two odd stares from Mattie and Remy.
"Someone is cranky." Mattie commented quietly to Remy, who leaned in towards her.
"Did he stop taking his midday naps?" He asked loudly, placing his hands besides his mouth as if he were talking quietly and didn't want Jean-Luc to see his moving lips.
"Must have." She said, nodding her head a little as a smile cracked onto her face. "Don't mind 'im boy, Jeannie boy here is in a bad mood because he lost a bet."
"Mattie." Jean-Luc stressed her name at the mentioning of the bet.
Remy glanced at Mattie, then at Jean-Luc, and then back at Mattie. "What bet?"
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"I ain't bein' in no Brotherhood. I could barely stand Remy at first, never mind a bunch of rogue guys." Rogue said, making a face as she stretched out on her bed.
"There is a girl there. Her name is Scarlet Witch." Mystique was now leaning against the wall; an aggravated expression was set upon her blue face.
"Oh, that sounds real temptin' now." Rogue stated sarcastically as she folded her arms underneath her head. "I'm comfortable here, Mystique."
"There's even a more comfortable bed back in New York."
Rogue closed her eyes and counted backwards from ten. "Not that kind of comfortable, as in a bed. As in, I like it here. I like Mattie, Jean-Luc when he's drunk and Remy." When she opened her eyes, she still felt like strangling her so called mother.
"Gambit, hmm? You have a real liking for him?" Mystique pondered, slightly smirking.
"I'm not goin' to discuss that with ya."
"So, you do. Is that why you don't want to leave? You want to be near your sex toy? I've taught and have trained you better than that Rogue. I'm better off not sending you that serum shit anymore if that's what you use it for. I can't believe you won't break away from him for several weeks just to spend a little time with your mother."
"Some mother you are."
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"You betted against me?" Remy asked, his eyes wide. What the hell were they talking about? He shook his head and was about to say something until Mattie spoke.
"Actually, I betted for you." She smiled, reaching up to pat his head. "Boy, no one knows you better than I do." She gave Jean-Luc a look. "It was twinkle toes here who taught you wouldn't fall for the pretty green eyed Southerner 'cause she kind of took over your place. I knew you two would hit it off. So what if it took a li'l fallin', blood spillin' an' fightin' to make it work?"Remy just groaned, feeling as if he had been set up. "So, Jean-Luc lost?"
When a loud crash was heard in the door several feet down the hall, Jean-Luc shrugged. "Maybe not."
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