Aro – Wow, first time you've been here t' my knowledge.... welcome to my little corner. I aim to please.... (scared of Ish.... Eh, Who isn't?), and its about time I was nice to Rogue and Remy.... Yes, Kitty has spine.... Who knew, one day she'd be smart enough to figure out she could have anything she wanted thanks to those three guys?
WHAT IS IT WITH YOU PEOPLE? DO YOU LIKE THE IDEA OF CHARLES AND ERIK OR SOMETHING?!?!?! Lol. ahem Yeah.... :Find out next chappie what the deal is with those guys.... Yay, I get Kudos! HAVE COOKIES!
Sorry This didn't go up last chapter.... I posted it before your review came through.... Please forgive me? Have more cookies?
Ish – well :-P. I couldn't be bothered again, although I am eternally grateful for you taking the time out of your ever so busy schedule to be lazy enough to leave me that whopping essay of a review.
Yeah, Warren, Betsy.... Disfunctional.... Hence Scott has a purpose that isn't drooling after Jean.
Heh, I made you redundant. No questions to ask me.... He he he!
Star-of-Chaos – Oh don't worry.... Betsy's involved in this.... the rating may very well jump up. Heh. Lookie, I got rid of jean without killing her! I'm SO clever! (whispers Rogue's supposed to be sweet and innocent, with the whole, no-touchy thing going on for years.... Betts' the scary Nypho. Grins Poor you. Lol.
Smiles sweetly.... Whistles innocently.... Kicks the post with the rating, and watches it jump up one. I. Wonder. How. That. Happened. Oh. Dear. Me. I. Have. Somewhere. I. Have. To. Be.Runs off
Notae Bennae (NB in its lengthened version, spelt wrong) – Who would be the dominant one: Charles or Erik (seeing as you strange people seem to umm.... like?... that pairing....
And so we start again!
Warren had eventually returned to his room, to hear Scott and his wife still inside, talking. He hesitated, about to leave, when he heard his name.
"Why don't you leave Warren Bets? If he doesnt pay you any attention or anything, I mean.... You deserve better.... You can HAVE better...." He sighed. "Any guy would be out of their mind to treat you like this.."
"I would leave him Scott.. Except for one small problem."
"You can stay with me till you get somewhere else...." he interrupted, and Warren smiled at the sound of his wife's laughter. It has been a while since he'd heard her genuinely laugh.
"That's not it." There was a long pause. "I love Warren. Despite all the crap.... and I know he's doing the secretary.... and he may make all these excuses to stay away from me.... But I still love him." Her voice broke towards the end of the speech, and Warren could hear her softs sobs.
"Oh Bets.... Come here...." Scott's voice was quiet, but Warren could hear him still.
"No....Scott.... Just.... I think I need to be alone.... Please?"
"Call me if you need anything."
"I will." She whispered.
As Scott stepped outside, he sighed. Christ he hated his job sometimes. Running a hand back through his hair, he walked down the corridor to his own room, locking the door behind him.
= =
"Erik...."
"Charles I know what you are going to say...."
"And I know you will not take heed." You never listen to me!
"Then you know you can not stop me."
"I can try."
"Then TRY Charles. Do not just sit there. Fight for what you believe in. You cant depend on your precious X-Men now...." The man known now as only Erik Lensherr shifted in his seat. "No? I didn't think you would. Good-bye Charles."
Erik rose, heading for the door.
"Erik...." Charles' voice was a lot quieter, and a little weaker as well. "Erik, take a seat. You can not force them to come back, and you would not. Stay here, and we will think of a way to get this fixed."
"Thinking.... Thinking never solved anything.."
"Neither did getting yourself killed. We have some pretty powerful students out there Erik. Remember that."
"I do friend, I do."
= =
Warren moved out from his place in the Bathroom next to the room he shared with his wife when he heard Scott's door close. Of course, he and Betsy had separate bedrooms as well, but it wouldn't do for them to be seen sleeping apart.
"I love Warren. Despite all the crap.... and I know he's doing the secretary.... and he may make all these excuses to stay away from me.... But I still love him." God... Was he THAT awful to her, really? He'd always vowed not to let his work come between him and Betsy, like his Father had done with him and Mother. He'd never been able to stand being in the same room as the two cold, emotionless people, who were that much in love, they'd had a child together.
Sighing and shaking his head, he looked at the door for a minute, before heading for the office, to find Eliza.
= =
Pietro turned in his bed for the eighth time since he had fallen asleep, the nightmare replaying with vivid imagery, even that which he wasn't there to see.
"GIVE IT BACK!" Katherine was demanding, holding out her hand for something.
"Never." The Red-head replied, smiling slightly. "You are only a child.... You shouldn't be allowed something of such beauty.... such power...." Her voice had dropped to a whisper at the end, although it was still clearly audiable.
Pietro watched himself zip into the clearing, looking first from the levitating ex-X-Man, to the Love of his life, Katherine Pryde.
"Whats-going-on?"
"Stay out of this Pietro!" Katherine had ordered, leaping for what-ever it was Jean Grey held tightly in one hand, the redhead jumping back in surprise, falling, the object flying out of her hand, neither girl seeing where it landed. Looking at Kitty sprawled ontop of Jean, he refrained from commenting, and retrieved the object they both desired, that had landed by his foot.
"Pietro, Give me that!" Katherine's voice came, stopping him from examining it.
"Don't even think about it.... You WILL give it to me!"
"You can't make him Jean!"
"Want to bet?" She held up Wanda, who was tied and gagged. "Either you give me it Pietro, or something unfortunately happens to your twin...." his eyes widened slightly.
"Don't do it Pietro! That's Jean Grey.... Like she COULD hurt someone intentionally... Especially when they're tied and gagged!"
"You're right.... I cant." Jean's smooth voice replied, as she set Wanda down and the ropes and gag's untied themselves. "But NOW I can.." She held Wanda inplace with a TK shield. "Gvie it to me.... This is your last warning."
Pietro was frozen to the spot in shock. This was RED doing something.... Bad.... to his sister.... there was something seriously wrong with this picture.... A muffled scream came from his twin as Jean did something to her.
"LEAVE HER ALONE!" He shouted, forgetting the item in his hand.
"Why should I? After all she's put us through.... all these years.... Why SHOULDN'T I reduce her to a three-year old.... She'll be less bothersome.... UNLESS you hand it over!"
"WANDA!" he shouted, moving for her, as Jean dropped her.
Wanda looked at him, smiled, and giggled.
"Funny-man!"
He sat bolt-upright as he awoke, a tear in his eye. It WAS all his fault that Wanda was broken.... But they could get Jean, and MAKE her fix it. Tabby could be very.... persuasive.... when she wanted to be. That and she'd come up with a threat designed for Jean – Turn her back to her normal psychotic self, or we'll put you in Freddy's room!
Safe in the knowledge that being under Katherine's thumb had its advantages, he looked at the wall that separated him from her, wishing he was back home with Wanda and Tabby, before laying down again, and trying to sleep.
= =
Having let her catch up, and having to endure the torment of a playfully-angry Rogue, Remy was exhausted. He pulled her closer to him as they lay, looking up at the clouds.
"Dat un' looks like 'Neto's bucket." Remy laughed softly, as Rogue agreed.
"Logan's claws...." She pointed out the three cloud-lines that looked as through they were ripping the sky itself.
"Candle.... wit' Johnny t' de right o' it." Rogue laughed.
"It even looks lahke him!"
"O' course it does Cherie...." Remy kissed her forehead.
= =
Lauren groaned as they waited for a cab, watching ANOTHER pass by them.
"Did ya have ta do it Johnny?"
"Course I did Sheilah! They started it!" She shook her head.
"Askin' if ya want Chips and peas' is askin' fer it?"
"They were rude t' me love.... They wanted ta take My pretty away...."
"You mean ya lighter?"
"Yess.... precious fire...."
"They're gonna send you a bill for it John...."
"In the post?"
"Yeah."
"Good job I burn the mail.... and the mail-man, then aint it Sheilah?" He chuckled happily, remembering the way the Mail-man ran when he was on fire. Comedy on tap!