Disclaimer: X-Men = Marvel's, Ilehana Xavier = Corrinth's, Golan = Star's,
Blaze and all other OCs = Lamby's
A/N: All reviews very much appreciated.
Scene 03
The red motorbike pulled up outside the school with plenty of time to spare, parking next to a familiar black and silver 4x4 where a stunning redhead was soaking up the sun, perched elegantly on the bonnet. Today Blaze had gone all 'rock chick'; scruffy trainers, torn silver-blue jeans and black crop top that showed off her belly button piercing and enough flesh to make little old women blush. The look was completed with designer sunglasses, and a silver wire choker designed around an 'X' motif. No doubts where this girl's heart lay then, she was an X-Man through and through now.
"Hi Remy." She greeted the motorbike rider amicably as he removed his helmet. "Pull up a seat." Her accent was English, her voice melodic and tinted with friendly laughter. Gambit did as he was told, jumping up besides her to perch on the bonnet of Ilehana Xavier's precious car. "You taking Rogue out again?"
"Yeah." He replied, enjoying the sun on his bare arms and face. "What you doin' here, you datin' some high school kid now?" His attitude was teasing, but Blaze took it good-naturedly.
"Hey, it could happen! Not that I've any desire to end up an old married like some people I know." She shot him a wicked sideways glance over her sunglasses and he scowled at her.
"Mind your mouth, Petite."
"Sorry." She smiled, not sorry at all, then turned the conversation serious. "The threats have been getting worse. No names or actions yet, but Xavier doesn't want the less.........well-trained kids coming home on their own, just in case. Which means I get to play school run." She sighed, and patted the bonnet of the car. "At least Ilehana has let me borrow this hunk of junk, don't think it'd work so well with my poor little two-seater."
"Huh." Remy shrugged, thinking he'd let the kids go home alone, and good luck to anyone who wanted to mess with 'em. "So you comin' out for a drink later after I drop Rogue home?"
"Don't know." Blaze replied, not liking the sound of being second best after Rogue. But then again, she already knew he thought like that. Would Gambit ever realise how wrong he was? "Scott's got some major training planned for Omara and me so........."
The bell interrupted her, and like a tidal wave a thousand kids were suddenly streaming past them at a run, leaving them high and dry on the car bonnet. Without even saying 'Hi' to Blaze, Berserker, Cannonball, Magma and Iceman were all over the car, fighting over seats.
"I call shotgun!" Omara reached for the passenger seat door handle, but was literally lifted up and moved out of the way by Berserker.
"No way Small-Fry! Maybe when you've grown a bit."
"I do not deserve this." Blaze sighed to Gambit, who grinned as they both slid off the car bonnet. He stood back as she got in the driver's seat and started the engine. "Have Rogue home by her curfew remember." She told him, returning his grin, before pulling away as the kids in the back fought over who sat in the middle.
"She have to get here before then for that." Gambit pointed out, more to himself than the fast disappearing car. Around him the initial rush to escape school's clutches was over, and there was still no sign of Rogue. Leaning on his bike he folded his arms and settled in to wait.
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"So, um, Blaze?" Berserker started as Magma leaned over from the back of the car and flicked on the radio. "I was wonderin' if you were busy on Friday night? Only there's this dance contest thing going on at school and I........."
"Can't get a date?" Blaze laughed, as Cannonball piped up in the back "No way you asked her before I did!"
"I........." Berserker stuttered, making Magma and Iceman giggle. "I mean would you mind driving? I mean........."
"Ah, so its more of a wanting to arrive in my car thing than wanting to arrive with me?" Blaze shot Berserker a cheeky grin, making him even more flustered.
"No, no, 'course not. I know you can dance too, so........."
"And if she couldn't dance?" Magma asked, leaning forward in her seat. "Would you still have asked her?"
"No. I mean yeah. I don't know, okay." Bobby and Omara howled with laughter.
"You are so digging yourself into a hole Cannonball'd be proud of, Ray!" Bobby pointed out, and then winced as Cannonball elbowed him sharply in the ribs. "Aw, what'd you do that for?"
"Hey you kids leave off winding up my dance partner!" Blaze quipped, "That's my job!"
"So you'll go?" Berserker had never looked more relieved, even if Bobby and Omara were still cackling in the back seat.
"You said the magic words." Blaze shrugged. "'Dance contest' to me is like a plateful of bacon to Wolverine!"
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"Yeah, I got their last album." Rogue leant against her locker, still chatting to Jonnie despite the fact that every other pupil had long left the building to go home. "But I didn't rate it as good as their first, y'know?"
"I guess you're right." Jonnie shrugged and smiled. Rogue couldn't much help but smile back. She'd never met someone she had this much in common with, she and Jonnie had the same taste in everything, and he was so mature! He even listened to her when she had something to say, shocking as that was. "Blast, look at the time! I could stay here talking to you all night, Rogue, but my parents are gonna be gettin' worried."
"Oh." Rogue was downcast, and then she remembered something kinda important. "Oh no! Gambit!"
"Gambit?" Jonnie frowned. "Whose that? Someone from the institute?"
"No, no. He's my........." 'Boyfriend' didn't sit well with her, and she didn't particularity want Jonnie to think she was unavailable, so she improvised. "My ride home, he'll be waitin' for me!"
"I'll let you go then." Jonnie still sounded slightly suspicious, but he took hold of Rogue's gloved hands and smiled at her. "But before you do, I just wanna say thank you. I never thought in a million years that my first day in Bayville would be bearable, much less enjoyable. I owe it all to you, Rogue." Standing very, very close to her, he kissed the back of one glove, and then the other, all the time looking Rogue straight in the eye as she blushed. Behind them, someone cleared their throat manfully.
"Hope I'se not interruptin' nothin'?"
"Gambit!" Rogue exclaimed, pulling away from Jonnie.
"You're Rogue's friend?" Jonnie asked, turning to offer Gambit a hand to shake. Remy folded his arms. "Nice to meet you?" Jonnie continued hesitantly, looking back at Rogue who shrugged her apologies.
"Whatever." Gambit turned to leave. "This taxi driver ain't stickin' around for this."
"Gambit, wait........." Rogue strode after him out the doors, but the Cajun was not in the mood. He didn't say anything else, mounting his motorbike and jamming on his helmet. The look he gave Rogue as he rode away said it all; Jonnie would need to watch his back.
"You look like you could use a milkshake." Jonnie consoled her. "My treat?"
A/N: All reviews very much appreciated.
Scene 03
The red motorbike pulled up outside the school with plenty of time to spare, parking next to a familiar black and silver 4x4 where a stunning redhead was soaking up the sun, perched elegantly on the bonnet. Today Blaze had gone all 'rock chick'; scruffy trainers, torn silver-blue jeans and black crop top that showed off her belly button piercing and enough flesh to make little old women blush. The look was completed with designer sunglasses, and a silver wire choker designed around an 'X' motif. No doubts where this girl's heart lay then, she was an X-Man through and through now.
"Hi Remy." She greeted the motorbike rider amicably as he removed his helmet. "Pull up a seat." Her accent was English, her voice melodic and tinted with friendly laughter. Gambit did as he was told, jumping up besides her to perch on the bonnet of Ilehana Xavier's precious car. "You taking Rogue out again?"
"Yeah." He replied, enjoying the sun on his bare arms and face. "What you doin' here, you datin' some high school kid now?" His attitude was teasing, but Blaze took it good-naturedly.
"Hey, it could happen! Not that I've any desire to end up an old married like some people I know." She shot him a wicked sideways glance over her sunglasses and he scowled at her.
"Mind your mouth, Petite."
"Sorry." She smiled, not sorry at all, then turned the conversation serious. "The threats have been getting worse. No names or actions yet, but Xavier doesn't want the less.........well-trained kids coming home on their own, just in case. Which means I get to play school run." She sighed, and patted the bonnet of the car. "At least Ilehana has let me borrow this hunk of junk, don't think it'd work so well with my poor little two-seater."
"Huh." Remy shrugged, thinking he'd let the kids go home alone, and good luck to anyone who wanted to mess with 'em. "So you comin' out for a drink later after I drop Rogue home?"
"Don't know." Blaze replied, not liking the sound of being second best after Rogue. But then again, she already knew he thought like that. Would Gambit ever realise how wrong he was? "Scott's got some major training planned for Omara and me so........."
The bell interrupted her, and like a tidal wave a thousand kids were suddenly streaming past them at a run, leaving them high and dry on the car bonnet. Without even saying 'Hi' to Blaze, Berserker, Cannonball, Magma and Iceman were all over the car, fighting over seats.
"I call shotgun!" Omara reached for the passenger seat door handle, but was literally lifted up and moved out of the way by Berserker.
"No way Small-Fry! Maybe when you've grown a bit."
"I do not deserve this." Blaze sighed to Gambit, who grinned as they both slid off the car bonnet. He stood back as she got in the driver's seat and started the engine. "Have Rogue home by her curfew remember." She told him, returning his grin, before pulling away as the kids in the back fought over who sat in the middle.
"She have to get here before then for that." Gambit pointed out, more to himself than the fast disappearing car. Around him the initial rush to escape school's clutches was over, and there was still no sign of Rogue. Leaning on his bike he folded his arms and settled in to wait.
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"So, um, Blaze?" Berserker started as Magma leaned over from the back of the car and flicked on the radio. "I was wonderin' if you were busy on Friday night? Only there's this dance contest thing going on at school and I........."
"Can't get a date?" Blaze laughed, as Cannonball piped up in the back "No way you asked her before I did!"
"I........." Berserker stuttered, making Magma and Iceman giggle. "I mean would you mind driving? I mean........."
"Ah, so its more of a wanting to arrive in my car thing than wanting to arrive with me?" Blaze shot Berserker a cheeky grin, making him even more flustered.
"No, no, 'course not. I know you can dance too, so........."
"And if she couldn't dance?" Magma asked, leaning forward in her seat. "Would you still have asked her?"
"No. I mean yeah. I don't know, okay." Bobby and Omara howled with laughter.
"You are so digging yourself into a hole Cannonball'd be proud of, Ray!" Bobby pointed out, and then winced as Cannonball elbowed him sharply in the ribs. "Aw, what'd you do that for?"
"Hey you kids leave off winding up my dance partner!" Blaze quipped, "That's my job!"
"So you'll go?" Berserker had never looked more relieved, even if Bobby and Omara were still cackling in the back seat.
"You said the magic words." Blaze shrugged. "'Dance contest' to me is like a plateful of bacon to Wolverine!"
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"Yeah, I got their last album." Rogue leant against her locker, still chatting to Jonnie despite the fact that every other pupil had long left the building to go home. "But I didn't rate it as good as their first, y'know?"
"I guess you're right." Jonnie shrugged and smiled. Rogue couldn't much help but smile back. She'd never met someone she had this much in common with, she and Jonnie had the same taste in everything, and he was so mature! He even listened to her when she had something to say, shocking as that was. "Blast, look at the time! I could stay here talking to you all night, Rogue, but my parents are gonna be gettin' worried."
"Oh." Rogue was downcast, and then she remembered something kinda important. "Oh no! Gambit!"
"Gambit?" Jonnie frowned. "Whose that? Someone from the institute?"
"No, no. He's my........." 'Boyfriend' didn't sit well with her, and she didn't particularity want Jonnie to think she was unavailable, so she improvised. "My ride home, he'll be waitin' for me!"
"I'll let you go then." Jonnie still sounded slightly suspicious, but he took hold of Rogue's gloved hands and smiled at her. "But before you do, I just wanna say thank you. I never thought in a million years that my first day in Bayville would be bearable, much less enjoyable. I owe it all to you, Rogue." Standing very, very close to her, he kissed the back of one glove, and then the other, all the time looking Rogue straight in the eye as she blushed. Behind them, someone cleared their throat manfully.
"Hope I'se not interruptin' nothin'?"
"Gambit!" Rogue exclaimed, pulling away from Jonnie.
"You're Rogue's friend?" Jonnie asked, turning to offer Gambit a hand to shake. Remy folded his arms. "Nice to meet you?" Jonnie continued hesitantly, looking back at Rogue who shrugged her apologies.
"Whatever." Gambit turned to leave. "This taxi driver ain't stickin' around for this."
"Gambit, wait........." Rogue strode after him out the doors, but the Cajun was not in the mood. He didn't say anything else, mounting his motorbike and jamming on his helmet. The look he gave Rogue as he rode away said it all; Jonnie would need to watch his back.
"You look like you could use a milkshake." Jonnie consoled her. "My treat?"