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"Mate—" Pyro stood in the doorway of a room, watching Colossus move boxes. "Why are you moving those bloody boxes?"
"Magneto's orders." The Russian stated, setting a box down. He didn't bother to say anything else as he walked back across the room, to gather another box.
"Since when do we listen to him?" St. John pondered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"We do work for him." The Russian stated, picking up another large box.
"Really?" The Australian blinked surprised. "Geezums! I thought we were his servants." He chuckled softly. "Good thing that stupid bloke won't be back for two weeks."
"Mystique and Ms. Adler are still here." Piotr reminded him, as he continued to walk back and fourth. Suddenly, a fiery figure that resembled a bird encircled him.
"Will you stop that, you goddamn brute? You're annoyin' the hell outta me."
"I'm doing my work, St. John." He stopped the box and then turned and glared down at the orange haired boy.
"Well, you're annoyin' me outta my skull." He glared back up at him through his orange tinted visor.
"And you two are buggin' me. Pyro, homme, call back the flames or the sprinklers will go off." Remy stood in the doorway of the room. He paused to make sure St. John knew he was serious. "Don't test me."
With a frustrated sigh, the flames faded and the young male stormed out of the room.
"Well." Piotr stated as he went back to work. "Someone neglected to take their Ritalin today." He heard Remy mumbled some French words under his breath as he left the room. "And someone didn't take their coffee this morning." He sighed heavily. "It's hard being the only sane one here."
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"Ice cream." A wide grin came across Pyro's face as he opened the freezer. He hadn't had ice cream in months. Without hesitation, he grabbed the carton and happily set it on the counter. When he opened the cupboard to get a bowl, he found not only bowls, but also a box of cookie mix. If it was possible, his grin got even wider.
***
Gambit stood outside the headquarters. He took a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket, and lit it with his powers. "You're goin' to get some sort of cancer if you keep this up." He looked down at the cigarette and then flicked it into the grass. "Merde Ro'. You're not even here and you're drivin' me crazy." He sighed, took out another cigarette, lit it and placed it between his lips. "What she doesn't know ain't goin' to hurt her." Then he remembered her powers and he took out the cigarette and flicked it into the grass. After another minute, he took out another cigarette and lit it. "If I don't let her absorb me, she won't know." After taking a few short drags, he sighed, and flicked the cigarette near the other two. "Stupid fille." He walked over to the burning cigarettes and stepped on them, squishing them into the ground. "Havin' a good influence on Remy." With a shake of the head he slowly walked back into the shelter.
***
It was nearly 2 A.M. when the
Russian and the Cajun were awakened by loud noises coming from downstairs.
Within minutes the two walked down there, Remy had his bo staff ready to attack
and Piotr just stood besides him, looking incredibly tough and tired. Noticing
the kitchen light on, they both cautiously walked towards it.
"Who's there?" Remy called, stumbling over something but caught his balance. Suddenly, before his eyes stood Pyro wearing an apron that said "Kiss me—I'm a Pyromaniac, mate!" Entangled in his hair were pieces of eggshells, butter and flour but he stood there holding a tray of cookies looking proud with a huge grin plastered on his face.
"I'm going back to bed." Piotr murmured the minute he saw Pyro but the young Australian raced forward, knocking over Remy.
"Try a cookie, Pi-P-i-Collossus!" His jade colored eyes got big and watery, his lower lip made a slight pout. "Please Col, for me."
Remy stood up and smirked at Colossus from behind Pyro. "Yeah c'mon homme. For Pyro."
Colossus mumbled something about a rope as he reached out, took a cookie and stuffed it into his mouth. With an emotionless face, he turned around and made his way back upstairs.
"What are in these?" Gambit asked walking over to him. He picked up a cookie and examined it.
"Eggs, flour, oil, butter, laxatives, and chocolate chips!"
Gambit just dropped the cookie, mumbled something about how the Russian wasn't going to get any sleep tonight and went back upstairs.
***
It wasn't until the next night when the unexpected happen. It had started out as a normal day, Colossus was in the bathroom and Pyro was running around somewhere in the base, and Remy just walked around. There were hidden rooms, and air vents that lead to every room in the base. It was his job to make a blueprint out of the whole place, even through no one asked. That's when it happened; from the locked office of Magneto came a ringing sound. Gambit stopped in his tracks. He couldn't just let it go ringing..
He easily got into the office. He blew up the doorknob. Why pick locks when you can just blow them up? He walked into the dark office; his red eyes glowed in the darkness. He picked up the phone.
"Hello?" He asked uncertain; he didn't know what to say, he had always hated answering phones.
"Hello?" A small voice whispered back. His heart skipped a beat at the familiar voice.
"Hello?" He repeated, his eyes wide.
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
"Hello?" He said in an annoyed, louder voice.
"Remy?"
"Rogue?" He dared, looking around the room as if it were a joke.
"Remy?"
"Rogue."
"Remy."
Silence.
***
"Where are you?" Colossus asked himself out loud as he walked around, in search of the certain Pyromaniac. He knew he had to look in the most unusual places. There was the time Pyro hid in the oven..
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"Geezums! That brute has gone
crazy!" Pyro laughed as he climbed into the dryer. "He'll never find me in
here!"
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"Good thing you can't hit me
over the phone."
"You lied to me."
"You nearly broke my jaw."
"You left me.." He heard her sigh heavily into the receiver of the phone. "For a good reason, but why didn't you tell me, Rem?"
"I-"
"Please deposit fifty more cents to continue."
"Goddammit!" Rogue groaned. "Stupid long distance. I'll call you when I get back to the instit—"
*click*
Gambit stared down at the receiver. What had just happened?
***
Remy sat in Magneto's office for over twenty minutes. He wasn't sure if he should move or not. He knew if he heard Pyro screaming, he should get up and pry the younger male out of the Russian's hands but he still had yet to hear anything.
Guess she ain't callin' back. He realized with a tired yawn. Just as he slowly began to rise, the phone rang. He quickly sat back down and grabbed the phone. "'Ello?"
"Remy." She said, out of breath. She was hesitant before she decided to talk again, or supposedly to yell at him.
"I miss you." He proclaimed, cutting her off just as she started to say something.
***
Pyro whistled to himself as he
stared into the darkness. With his knees pressed up against his chest, it was
getting hard to breath. After a while, when he realized he could no longer take
it, and was running out of air, he struggled to get out of the oversized dryer
but he couldn't. "Crikey!" He yelled realizing he was stuck. "Help! For the love
of fire, HELP! I'm dyin'! I'm DYIN'! I'm too young to die! Help!" He waited a
minute. "Mommy!"
Suddenly, the small-circled door opened and after three minutes of trying, he got out. "Golly gee!" He grinned, wrapping his arms around Piotr, his hero. "You saved me, mate! You saved me! My life!"
"Damn." The Russian sighed.
***
"You are turnin' into a softy." Rogue mumbled several minutes later. He could almost see the smirk form on her lips. Of course he was in a different state, so he really couldn't but just go along with it, for his sake.
"I blame you." He stated, a smirk forming on his very lips. He slowly ran his tongue over his lips. "So, do you miss me?"
"I ain't flirtin' with ya."
His smirk turned into a smile as he tried his hardest not to roll his eyes. "Never said you had to."
"I'm still mad at ya."
"I know."
"Well.." He had stumped her. He had left her wordless. She bit down on her lower lip as she trailed off. "Good!"
"So, you're chargin' up the phone bill just to tell me that you hate me? Aw, chérie, I'm touched."
"Not hate."
"Loathe."
"Ugh, you're impossible!"
"Thank you."
"You're welcome!" And with those words, she slammed the phone down.
He could see her now; pacing around the room muttering how much of a jackass he is. But, if he knew his Rogue, he knew she would call back. The minute the phone rang, his smirk returned, cockier than ever. He casually reached over and picked up the phone.
"Miss me already, chérie?" He purred into the phone.
"Not at all." Came Magneto's snapping reply.
"Merde."
***
How was Gambit supposed to know Magneto's phone line was connected with the one in Mystique's office? Well, that's the thing. He didn't. Now, the Cajun sat outside the Bucket-head's office, rubbing the stubble on his chin.
"Heya!" Pyro happily frolicked down the hall, a grin plastered on his face. Sometimes Remy wondered if being ADHD did this to him, or if it was that the beloved Pyro was actually a druggie. He seemed way too happy and hyper all the time. It never occurred to the Cajun that this could be a cover up; a mask; a shield of his true identify.
"Bonjour ami." Remy greeted him as he stood up. "Colossus still got a bounty out for your head?"
Pyro completely ignored his last statement. "The big ol chum saved my life!" His accent became even thicker than usual. "Can ye believe it, mate? He saved my life!"
All Remy could do was pat his head. "I bet he regrets that, eh?"
Pyro nodded in agreement, nodding his head a bit too fast. "You betchya, Gammie."
"Why don't you go play with fire o' somethin'?"
"Ah, tryin' to get rid of me?" He stopped nodding his head and blinked several times.
"Oui."
"I can take a hint." The Australian mumbled as he started to walk down the hall, with his head hung low.
"Merci." Pyro turned around and gave him a clueless look. "Thank you, St. John."
A true smile formed upon St. John's lips as he saluted his friend and walked down the hall, in search of Colossus.
***
Twelve days later, Magneto
returned. He walked into his base, a scowl present on his face. Sabretooth came
in from behind him, at his heels. "We're heading back to Bayville. I'm setting
up a new base up there." He announced, glaring as his team. "It is pointless
for us to be here now. We leave first thing tomorrow morning. Any complaints?"
No one dared complain. The last thing they wanted was a metal pole shoved up
their asses.
And of course out of total irony Rogue and I will meet up. Remy thought to himself, trying his hardest not to sigh. I hate life.
"I have the feelin' we'll be seein' the X-Men more." Pyro grinned; a dangerous twinkle glimmered in his eyes. "They're the gasoline and I have the match."
"Match? You have a lighter." Piotr spoke up. He stared down at the younger male.
"Same thing!"
Gambit sighed heavily. Why did it seem like someone was writing every moment in his life and making it seem like a bad soap opera?
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Part two completed – December 15, 2003
Part two revised – December 16, 2003
Firstly, I'd like to thank hnh for beta reading this chapter. :)
Pixie Flyer, about the hole, in Rivals part 3. She let out a short cry when she opened her eyes to see that she had charged a card. She threw it. It swayed across the room, landing next to her closet. Within a minute an explosion was heard out through the mansion. That hole. It caused a hole. I thought people would be able to figure that out..
And for those who didn't like the Ray parts, this is just a reminder: this fic is a ROMY. :)
Now I'm going to go get something to eat. I'll try to get the next two chapters up by Sunday. (just not together :P)
Read and review!
--Aro