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Sivan: Thanks again for the praise. I hope this is a better time-table to upload a new chapter. And, I'm already working on the next. I'm am sooo kewl.
Kitsu Black: A new reader! Wow!! I'm glad you came back to check out the rest of the story. Your emphatic cry to update was as good a muse as any, so I hope this was quick enough for ya!
The sun shone brightly on New Orleans this particular morning. And it was quiet, which, for this city anyways, was very uncharacteristic. On the outskirts of town stood a mansion, centuries old, years forgotten. Moss painted the walls of the fortress of a building, which roses three stories into the air.
Inside this seemingly abandoned home the owner of this default safe house, Remy LeBeau, takes note of the silence. Since his 'renegade' team of X-Men came to rest in the bayou, the house has been bustling with drama and entertainment. Just two days ago, Heather and Davis Cameron left for their home in Australia to collect a few personal belongings that they, apparently, could not leave behind another moment. Naturally, Neal (Thunderbird) opted to join them, as he couldn't bear Heather being out of his sight for that long a period of time.
Since then, things have been quiet in, what Remy has fashioned, the "X- Mansion II, the sequel." Sage, who doesn't make a sound even when she's trying, hasn't left her room since the group first "came home." Lucas Bishop, the team's resident detective, usually keeps away from the safe house, preferring to investigate the populace within the city limits. And Rogue has kept pretty quiet as well, despite Remy's best attempts to get her to cry out under the covers. If he ever allowed himself to think about it, he'd have to admit that since losing her powers that girl's come close to wearing HIM out in the bedroom.
No, the only one that worries Remy is his leader, Storm. Ororo Munroe has always played it close to the vest, something Remy always respected in her. Since she split her team away from Xavier and the "mainstream" X-Men, she has begun to open up in ways Remy wouldn't have believed. And at the top of that list of unbelievables has to be her relationship with Cameron Davis, nearly ten years her junior. Remy knew he was the drop-dead last person that should be offering romantic advice, but he had to admit that seeing Cameron and Ororo together often made him cringe.
He knew at least a portion of it was jealousy. He loved Rogue; there was no longer a doubt in his mind. But Rogue, sultry southern sexpot that she is, at the end of the day is a woman. Ororo, on the other hand, is a goddess in every sense of the word. Ororo is the reason Remy joined the X- Men in the first place; "the ultimate pinch" as he liked to think of it.
"Mornin', Sugah."
Oh, that voice. Remy could never tell if it was just her voice that turned him on, or if it was her southern drawl. After all, he HAD to appreciate that, right? Maybe it was her inflection; the way she accentuated certain syllables instead of others. Didn't matter, he was so hers.
"Mornin', chere," he smiled. Just a slight grin; not even a flash of the teeth. For the life of him, he had no idea why he still played these games with her.
For the life of me, Rogue thought, I have no idea why he plays these games with me. Two can play that game, and with that she faked a yawn, arched her back and stretched her only article of clothing just below the danger zone.
"Somehow, I don't think that was for my benefit," interjected Storm, just entering the room. Rogue quickly pulled her shirt back down. Remy erupted into laughter, though it took a moment before he was comfortable enough to stand up. "I take it Sage has not left her room, yet?" she continued.
"Ah swear Ah heard her in th' showah last night, or should Ah say this mornin'," Rogue replied.
"I thought dat was you, chere", came the Cajun. "Good ting the door, she was locked."
Rogue snickered as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "Now that might'a been embarassin'."
Remy's eyes glossed over, as if pondering the possibility. Under his breath he muttered coyly ", Dat might'a been...inerestin'." Rogue's mouth hung open, agape. Before she could reply, Remy quickly turned to Ororo. "What about you, 'Ro? How come you not be with de petite surfer-boy? Neal went down under with his lady-lust, why not you?"
Ororo smiled. "Do you protest to my relationship with Cameron, Remy?" Changing the subject before he could respond, she continued ", I thought spending the weekend just the four of us might be nice. I have been spending a lot of time with Cam, and just thought it would be nice to reminisce. Speaking of which, where is Lucas?"
"Coming up the walk," called a voice from the hallway. Sage, still dressed in her costume was as stunning as a living computer could be. Her hair was never out of place. Her skin, alabaster; almost milky-soft to the touch, had anyone touched it as of late. And though her eyes were cold and calculating, they held stories of her passion and pain. She stood in the hallway, unmoving.
For a moment or two, the other three X-Men (and women!) sat there in silence, still not knowing how to treat the newest entrant to the room. It was Remy that broke the silence addressing Ororo ", And no, I don't got a prolem wit you and de pretty boy. Guess I jus planned on havin' de place to myself, is all."
"First of all, Gambit, I find it hilarious that you can call someone a 'pretty-boy', "Ororo mused. That comment alone made Rogue's eyes go wide as she attempted to stifle a laugh. The silver-haired woman leaned in front of Remy, showcasing her feminine form, seemingly for his eyes only, as she continued ", and I assure you that despite our difference in age, he's JUST able to keep up with me."
Remy's face was made of stone; he didn't flinch. He just kept his grin on and admired the view.
"I should warn you that Lucas is not alone," interjected Sage.
Ororo stood upright, assessing the situation. Obviously, had Bishop been in trouble, Sage would have made mention of that, wouldn't she? "Really, Tessa? Who is with him," she inquired?
"I don't know for certain, Storm," Sage answered matter-of-factly. "That's what prompted me to come see for myself. I only know that he's brought two individuals, one male, one female."
The conversation was interrupted by footsteps coming up the stairs. Ororo and Sage stood unwavering. Remy and Rogue moved to defensive positions, just in case. Bishop was the first to round the stairs, visibly nervous.
"Lucas," Storm began ", we understand you've brought guests, which is unlike—" She stopped cold. As Bishop and the young girl behind stepped out of the way, it was the last man up the stairs that caused her to quiet.
When Forge rounded the last corner, he did everything in his power not to look Ororo in the eye. But he was powerless to stop it. He tried looking towards the ground as he entered the room, but for naught. As soon as she came into his peripheral vision, his eyes were drawn to hers by unforeseen force.
"Hello, Windrider," he offered.
"Hello, 'Maker'," Storm returned with mock ceremonious tone. Moments went by until Storm noticed the other guest. "And Jubilee! It is good to see you, child. Tell me, what brings you?"
Forge looked back to Jubilee for support, as Jubilee returned his glance, not knowing what to do. He sighed deeply and said ", we've come to ask you to return home."
CRACKOW!
The sun was gone, hidden behind clouds that appeared out of nowhere.
Back in New York, Bobby Drake is running out of options. No matter how fast or far he runs, Sabretooth maintains the same distance between them. He's been running for twenty minutes.
Finally, he stops. Catching one good breath, he turns around to face Creed, hands raised. Interestingly enough, Creed merely keeps the same distance on the other side of the street, smirking.
Bobby raises his communicator to rally the troops. On the other side of the street, Sabretooth nods, eagerly. Fine, you want to play like that, Bobby thinks to himself, let's play. "X-Men, this is Iceman to any X-Man in the field. I'm on 5th Street in Manhattan with Sabretooth. Requesting any and all assistance. Copy?"
Silence.
Brilliant idea Warren, he thinks to himself. "Maintain radio silence," he mocks aloud.
Creed, picking up on this, smiles wider. He snatches a boy walking past and takes a deep wiff. "Aaaaahhhhh," he exasperates, flashing his teeth. "You smell good enough to eat, boy," he growls.
As the child flails in Creed's iron-like grasp, Iceman 'ices-up.' "Let him go, Vicky!"
Creed drops the child on his rear. "Bout time, IceBoy," he sneers. "What say we find out if there's a man underneath all that ice?"
A/N: Alright, I confess it! My X-Treme team obviously does not coincide with the current status. If you'd like to see where I'm pulling my team from, check out another talented writer on this forum, Christy S, and her story "Reclaiming Innocence." I enjoyed her version of the X-Treme Team better than Claremont's, so I'll shameless plug her story, as well.
Now don't get mad that Scott Summers is in the title of this fic, and nowhere to be seen this chapter. He'll be here. But not before next chapter's ICEMAN VS SABRETOOTH.
Sivan: Thanks again for the praise. I hope this is a better time-table to upload a new chapter. And, I'm already working on the next. I'm am sooo kewl.
Kitsu Black: A new reader! Wow!! I'm glad you came back to check out the rest of the story. Your emphatic cry to update was as good a muse as any, so I hope this was quick enough for ya!
The sun shone brightly on New Orleans this particular morning. And it was quiet, which, for this city anyways, was very uncharacteristic. On the outskirts of town stood a mansion, centuries old, years forgotten. Moss painted the walls of the fortress of a building, which roses three stories into the air.
Inside this seemingly abandoned home the owner of this default safe house, Remy LeBeau, takes note of the silence. Since his 'renegade' team of X-Men came to rest in the bayou, the house has been bustling with drama and entertainment. Just two days ago, Heather and Davis Cameron left for their home in Australia to collect a few personal belongings that they, apparently, could not leave behind another moment. Naturally, Neal (Thunderbird) opted to join them, as he couldn't bear Heather being out of his sight for that long a period of time.
Since then, things have been quiet in, what Remy has fashioned, the "X- Mansion II, the sequel." Sage, who doesn't make a sound even when she's trying, hasn't left her room since the group first "came home." Lucas Bishop, the team's resident detective, usually keeps away from the safe house, preferring to investigate the populace within the city limits. And Rogue has kept pretty quiet as well, despite Remy's best attempts to get her to cry out under the covers. If he ever allowed himself to think about it, he'd have to admit that since losing her powers that girl's come close to wearing HIM out in the bedroom.
No, the only one that worries Remy is his leader, Storm. Ororo Munroe has always played it close to the vest, something Remy always respected in her. Since she split her team away from Xavier and the "mainstream" X-Men, she has begun to open up in ways Remy wouldn't have believed. And at the top of that list of unbelievables has to be her relationship with Cameron Davis, nearly ten years her junior. Remy knew he was the drop-dead last person that should be offering romantic advice, but he had to admit that seeing Cameron and Ororo together often made him cringe.
He knew at least a portion of it was jealousy. He loved Rogue; there was no longer a doubt in his mind. But Rogue, sultry southern sexpot that she is, at the end of the day is a woman. Ororo, on the other hand, is a goddess in every sense of the word. Ororo is the reason Remy joined the X- Men in the first place; "the ultimate pinch" as he liked to think of it.
"Mornin', Sugah."
Oh, that voice. Remy could never tell if it was just her voice that turned him on, or if it was her southern drawl. After all, he HAD to appreciate that, right? Maybe it was her inflection; the way she accentuated certain syllables instead of others. Didn't matter, he was so hers.
"Mornin', chere," he smiled. Just a slight grin; not even a flash of the teeth. For the life of him, he had no idea why he still played these games with her.
For the life of me, Rogue thought, I have no idea why he plays these games with me. Two can play that game, and with that she faked a yawn, arched her back and stretched her only article of clothing just below the danger zone.
"Somehow, I don't think that was for my benefit," interjected Storm, just entering the room. Rogue quickly pulled her shirt back down. Remy erupted into laughter, though it took a moment before he was comfortable enough to stand up. "I take it Sage has not left her room, yet?" she continued.
"Ah swear Ah heard her in th' showah last night, or should Ah say this mornin'," Rogue replied.
"I thought dat was you, chere", came the Cajun. "Good ting the door, she was locked."
Rogue snickered as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "Now that might'a been embarassin'."
Remy's eyes glossed over, as if pondering the possibility. Under his breath he muttered coyly ", Dat might'a been...inerestin'." Rogue's mouth hung open, agape. Before she could reply, Remy quickly turned to Ororo. "What about you, 'Ro? How come you not be with de petite surfer-boy? Neal went down under with his lady-lust, why not you?"
Ororo smiled. "Do you protest to my relationship with Cameron, Remy?" Changing the subject before he could respond, she continued ", I thought spending the weekend just the four of us might be nice. I have been spending a lot of time with Cam, and just thought it would be nice to reminisce. Speaking of which, where is Lucas?"
"Coming up the walk," called a voice from the hallway. Sage, still dressed in her costume was as stunning as a living computer could be. Her hair was never out of place. Her skin, alabaster; almost milky-soft to the touch, had anyone touched it as of late. And though her eyes were cold and calculating, they held stories of her passion and pain. She stood in the hallway, unmoving.
For a moment or two, the other three X-Men (and women!) sat there in silence, still not knowing how to treat the newest entrant to the room. It was Remy that broke the silence addressing Ororo ", And no, I don't got a prolem wit you and de pretty boy. Guess I jus planned on havin' de place to myself, is all."
"First of all, Gambit, I find it hilarious that you can call someone a 'pretty-boy', "Ororo mused. That comment alone made Rogue's eyes go wide as she attempted to stifle a laugh. The silver-haired woman leaned in front of Remy, showcasing her feminine form, seemingly for his eyes only, as she continued ", and I assure you that despite our difference in age, he's JUST able to keep up with me."
Remy's face was made of stone; he didn't flinch. He just kept his grin on and admired the view.
"I should warn you that Lucas is not alone," interjected Sage.
Ororo stood upright, assessing the situation. Obviously, had Bishop been in trouble, Sage would have made mention of that, wouldn't she? "Really, Tessa? Who is with him," she inquired?
"I don't know for certain, Storm," Sage answered matter-of-factly. "That's what prompted me to come see for myself. I only know that he's brought two individuals, one male, one female."
The conversation was interrupted by footsteps coming up the stairs. Ororo and Sage stood unwavering. Remy and Rogue moved to defensive positions, just in case. Bishop was the first to round the stairs, visibly nervous.
"Lucas," Storm began ", we understand you've brought guests, which is unlike—" She stopped cold. As Bishop and the young girl behind stepped out of the way, it was the last man up the stairs that caused her to quiet.
When Forge rounded the last corner, he did everything in his power not to look Ororo in the eye. But he was powerless to stop it. He tried looking towards the ground as he entered the room, but for naught. As soon as she came into his peripheral vision, his eyes were drawn to hers by unforeseen force.
"Hello, Windrider," he offered.
"Hello, 'Maker'," Storm returned with mock ceremonious tone. Moments went by until Storm noticed the other guest. "And Jubilee! It is good to see you, child. Tell me, what brings you?"
Forge looked back to Jubilee for support, as Jubilee returned his glance, not knowing what to do. He sighed deeply and said ", we've come to ask you to return home."
CRACKOW!
The sun was gone, hidden behind clouds that appeared out of nowhere.
Back in New York, Bobby Drake is running out of options. No matter how fast or far he runs, Sabretooth maintains the same distance between them. He's been running for twenty minutes.
Finally, he stops. Catching one good breath, he turns around to face Creed, hands raised. Interestingly enough, Creed merely keeps the same distance on the other side of the street, smirking.
Bobby raises his communicator to rally the troops. On the other side of the street, Sabretooth nods, eagerly. Fine, you want to play like that, Bobby thinks to himself, let's play. "X-Men, this is Iceman to any X-Man in the field. I'm on 5th Street in Manhattan with Sabretooth. Requesting any and all assistance. Copy?"
Silence.
Brilliant idea Warren, he thinks to himself. "Maintain radio silence," he mocks aloud.
Creed, picking up on this, smiles wider. He snatches a boy walking past and takes a deep wiff. "Aaaaahhhhh," he exasperates, flashing his teeth. "You smell good enough to eat, boy," he growls.
As the child flails in Creed's iron-like grasp, Iceman 'ices-up.' "Let him go, Vicky!"
Creed drops the child on his rear. "Bout time, IceBoy," he sneers. "What say we find out if there's a man underneath all that ice?"
A/N: Alright, I confess it! My X-Treme team obviously does not coincide with the current status. If you'd like to see where I'm pulling my team from, check out another talented writer on this forum, Christy S, and her story "Reclaiming Innocence." I enjoyed her version of the X-Treme Team better than Claremont's, so I'll shameless plug her story, as well.
Now don't get mad that Scott Summers is in the title of this fic, and nowhere to be seen this chapter. He'll be here. But not before next chapter's ICEMAN VS SABRETOOTH.