Disclaimer: X-Men = Marvel's, Ilehana Xavier and Ori = Corrinth's, Golan =
Star's, Blaze and all other OCs = Lamby's
A/N: All reviews very much appreciated.
Scene 04
It was getting dark when Blaze returned after Scott's intensive training session to a quieter than usual flat. Ilehana Xavier, Blaze's flatmate and the Professor's animorphing telepathic daughter, was away on some top- secret mission. Blaze made the conscious decision to pamper herself and sooth away the aches of training with a long, hot and soapy shower. She was right in the middle of it when the unexpected knock came at the front door.
"Typical." The redhead mused as the knock was repeated anxiously. "Just a minute!" She pulled a towel around her and trussed up her hair in another before unlatching the door. She didn't know quite what she had expected, but a dejected looking Gambit was not it. Surely he should still be on his date with Rogue? "Hello, come on in."
"You sure?" Remy replied, slightly in a state of shock at the sight of Blaze in nothing but a towel. Blaze stepped away from the door and led the way back into the flat.
"Sure, make yourself at home. Won't be a minute." She disappeared for a matter of seconds, before reappearing dressed in a dark blue cotton jersey- dress that was almost indecently short. She found Gambit where she'd left him, standing like a sore thumb by the doorway. Slightly despairing Blaze ran hot fingers through her wet hair, clouds of steam appearing as she used her mutant power as a hair drier.
"Cool trick." Gambit commented before Blaze sent tiny fireballs dancing around the room to light a succession of candles. He joined her to sit on the sofa, his posture rigid and uncomfortable as she was casually tucking her bare feet under her.
"So what's wrong?" Blaze asked the obvious question, but wasn't prepared for Gambit's answer.
"Rogue seein' someone else." His voice was bitter and hurt.
"You sure?" Blaze was less hasty to jump to conclusions, muttering "Ouch" to Remy's nod. "And it's taken you this long to get here?"
"I didn't plan on it, just bin ridin', and tryin' to clear my head. Next t'ing I know, I'se knockin' on your door."
"Okay, hold that thought. This needs supplies." With that she jumped to her feet and rushed as if her life depended on it to the freezer. Returning to the sofa armed with the largest tub of toffee ice cream Remy had ever seen, two spoons, one bottle of white wine and two glasses, her expression was one of a worried friend.
"What's all this for, Petite?" Gambit asked as he took the bottle of wine to open. A dab of his power and the cork popped out easily.
"Its traditional." Blaze offered, opening the ice cream. "Don't look at me like that, millions of girls worldwide swear by ice cream and wine to make things better. Now spill, what happened?"
And so he told her, ate ice cream and drank wine. Blaze listened avidly, not rushing to defend her teammate nor condemn her rival. By the time he was done, he couldn't tell if it was the wine, ice cream or Blaze that was making him feel better.
"Look Rem." Blaze began when he was done "Rogue may be irritating, self- centred and annoying but one thing she's not is stupid. She knows she's got the best-looking bloke, sorry, guy, in Bayville after her........." He started to protest that this Jonnie was nothing special, before realising that Blaze was grinning at him. Shaking his head that he'd nearly missed her giving him a compliment, he relaxed back into the sofa and kicked off his boots, making Blaze laugh out loud at his holey socks. That made him smile, if only briefly. "Take her to this dance contest the school's running, you never know, it might even be fun. And I'm going, so you'll have back up........."
"You find your high school kid then, Amie?" He teased, making her stick her tongue out at him.
"Okay, technically at this point I'm supposed to top the wine up, ditch the empty ice cream tub and offer you a choice of romantic comedies to watch." Blaze changed the subject succinctly; kicking the empty ice cream tub away and letting Remy top up her glass. "Fortunately the closest I own to one of those is probably a film based around the relationship between a man and his sniper rifle, so it'll have to be blood and guts instead."
"You sure you don't want me to go? I don't wanna intrude?" Gambit couldn't remember the last time he'd sat and watched a film from start to finish. Suddenly the very idea of doing something so nice and ordinary was a stroke of genius.
"'Course not." Blaze's voice was soft as her liquid brown eyes met his own. "Stay as long as you want, you're always welcome at the X-Flat."
"X-Flat? Is that a technical term Chere?"
"Absolutely." Blaze smiled, impulsively leaning over and kissing Gambit's cheek before going to investigate her film collection. Finally Gambit grinned, knocking back the rest of his wine in one self-satisfied swig.
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Gambit became instantly alert when the key touched the metal of the lock outside. Glancing at Blaze he saw that she was still fast asleep, feet tucked up on the sofa and her head on his shoulder. The TV was silent, the early morning light a misty haze across the room. The key turned in the lock and suddenly Remy felt very protective of the girl in his arms.
He needn't have worried, as Vixen told him telepathically as she let herself in. Her X-uniform was nowhere in sight, which meant the Professor's daughter had already been up to the institute to report. At her heels, a large grey wolf followed for all the world like a faithful hound, regarding Gambit somewhat critically with big brown eyes. Gambit shook his head in surprise, knowing that by now at least he should have got used to the shocks these two flatmates sprung on him, but also feeling that he never really would, no matter how long he knew them.
"What time is it?" Blaze asked sleepily, sitting up clumsily and rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Did I sleep here all night? Why didn't you wake me, Gambit? Did you get any sleep at all? When did Ilehana and Ori arrive?"
"I'll put coffee on." Ilehana decided quickly as the wolf named Ori flopped down lazily at Blaze's feet. Seemingly instinctively, Blaze reached out to scratch behind his ears as the wolf's eyes rolled back in pleasure. Watching them, Gambit stretched until Blaze looked up at him, obviously expecting at least some answers.
"I slept fine." He began, trying not to yawn. Ilehana busied herself with the coffee and sugar, trying not to get involved as Blaze and Gambit's eyes met. How easy would it be for the telepathic Vixen to nudge her two friends together? One kiss and Gambit would realise it was not Rogue's kiss he'd fallen for, but Blaze's transferred through Rogue's power. Silently Ilehana admonished herself, she wouldn't ever interfere with her friends like that, holding back her powers even as she felt Blaze's nervously lurching stomach as Gambit's red-on-black eyes bored into her soul. But the moment passed and Gambit was asking Ilehana for three sugars in his coffee, but no milk.
"That's more treacle than coffee. " Ilehana exclaimed, giving Blaze a moment to recover. As if to comfort the redhead, Ori lifted his great head and placed it in her lap, his glance flicking from her to the Cajun, almost as if he was asking her who he was.
"Ori, meet Gambit, Remy, Ori." Blaze did the honours dutifully, and Ilehana was impressed when unprovoked Gambit slowly extended an open palm for the wolf to sniff. Ori obliged, and sneezed, making both young women smile.
"What?" The Cajun asked, though somehow he thought he already knew the answer.
"Ori says you don't smell too bad, and if Blaze likes you, he can put up with you being here." Vixen filled in, bringing steaming coffee over for all three humans. The fourth mutant ordered Blaze to scratch his ears again; her warm fingers were nice in his fur.
"Did he just ask you to do that?" Gambit asked Blaze, as she obliged the wolf. "I'se sure I just heard him........."
"Ilehana has some interesting friends." Blaze replied carefully. "She and Ori go way back, and yes, he's telepathic." The redhead turned to her flatmate. "How did your mission go?"
"Well enough." Ilehana answered, making Gambit conscious that there were still some areas of Blaze and Ilehana's life, and Rogue's of course, that he was not part of. But he could be more involved in others, and this dance contest idea of Blaze's was an interesting one......... Not that Remy le Beau danced.
A/N: All reviews very much appreciated.
Scene 04
It was getting dark when Blaze returned after Scott's intensive training session to a quieter than usual flat. Ilehana Xavier, Blaze's flatmate and the Professor's animorphing telepathic daughter, was away on some top- secret mission. Blaze made the conscious decision to pamper herself and sooth away the aches of training with a long, hot and soapy shower. She was right in the middle of it when the unexpected knock came at the front door.
"Typical." The redhead mused as the knock was repeated anxiously. "Just a minute!" She pulled a towel around her and trussed up her hair in another before unlatching the door. She didn't know quite what she had expected, but a dejected looking Gambit was not it. Surely he should still be on his date with Rogue? "Hello, come on in."
"You sure?" Remy replied, slightly in a state of shock at the sight of Blaze in nothing but a towel. Blaze stepped away from the door and led the way back into the flat.
"Sure, make yourself at home. Won't be a minute." She disappeared for a matter of seconds, before reappearing dressed in a dark blue cotton jersey- dress that was almost indecently short. She found Gambit where she'd left him, standing like a sore thumb by the doorway. Slightly despairing Blaze ran hot fingers through her wet hair, clouds of steam appearing as she used her mutant power as a hair drier.
"Cool trick." Gambit commented before Blaze sent tiny fireballs dancing around the room to light a succession of candles. He joined her to sit on the sofa, his posture rigid and uncomfortable as she was casually tucking her bare feet under her.
"So what's wrong?" Blaze asked the obvious question, but wasn't prepared for Gambit's answer.
"Rogue seein' someone else." His voice was bitter and hurt.
"You sure?" Blaze was less hasty to jump to conclusions, muttering "Ouch" to Remy's nod. "And it's taken you this long to get here?"
"I didn't plan on it, just bin ridin', and tryin' to clear my head. Next t'ing I know, I'se knockin' on your door."
"Okay, hold that thought. This needs supplies." With that she jumped to her feet and rushed as if her life depended on it to the freezer. Returning to the sofa armed with the largest tub of toffee ice cream Remy had ever seen, two spoons, one bottle of white wine and two glasses, her expression was one of a worried friend.
"What's all this for, Petite?" Gambit asked as he took the bottle of wine to open. A dab of his power and the cork popped out easily.
"Its traditional." Blaze offered, opening the ice cream. "Don't look at me like that, millions of girls worldwide swear by ice cream and wine to make things better. Now spill, what happened?"
And so he told her, ate ice cream and drank wine. Blaze listened avidly, not rushing to defend her teammate nor condemn her rival. By the time he was done, he couldn't tell if it was the wine, ice cream or Blaze that was making him feel better.
"Look Rem." Blaze began when he was done "Rogue may be irritating, self- centred and annoying but one thing she's not is stupid. She knows she's got the best-looking bloke, sorry, guy, in Bayville after her........." He started to protest that this Jonnie was nothing special, before realising that Blaze was grinning at him. Shaking his head that he'd nearly missed her giving him a compliment, he relaxed back into the sofa and kicked off his boots, making Blaze laugh out loud at his holey socks. That made him smile, if only briefly. "Take her to this dance contest the school's running, you never know, it might even be fun. And I'm going, so you'll have back up........."
"You find your high school kid then, Amie?" He teased, making her stick her tongue out at him.
"Okay, technically at this point I'm supposed to top the wine up, ditch the empty ice cream tub and offer you a choice of romantic comedies to watch." Blaze changed the subject succinctly; kicking the empty ice cream tub away and letting Remy top up her glass. "Fortunately the closest I own to one of those is probably a film based around the relationship between a man and his sniper rifle, so it'll have to be blood and guts instead."
"You sure you don't want me to go? I don't wanna intrude?" Gambit couldn't remember the last time he'd sat and watched a film from start to finish. Suddenly the very idea of doing something so nice and ordinary was a stroke of genius.
"'Course not." Blaze's voice was soft as her liquid brown eyes met his own. "Stay as long as you want, you're always welcome at the X-Flat."
"X-Flat? Is that a technical term Chere?"
"Absolutely." Blaze smiled, impulsively leaning over and kissing Gambit's cheek before going to investigate her film collection. Finally Gambit grinned, knocking back the rest of his wine in one self-satisfied swig.
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Gambit became instantly alert when the key touched the metal of the lock outside. Glancing at Blaze he saw that she was still fast asleep, feet tucked up on the sofa and her head on his shoulder. The TV was silent, the early morning light a misty haze across the room. The key turned in the lock and suddenly Remy felt very protective of the girl in his arms.
He needn't have worried, as Vixen told him telepathically as she let herself in. Her X-uniform was nowhere in sight, which meant the Professor's daughter had already been up to the institute to report. At her heels, a large grey wolf followed for all the world like a faithful hound, regarding Gambit somewhat critically with big brown eyes. Gambit shook his head in surprise, knowing that by now at least he should have got used to the shocks these two flatmates sprung on him, but also feeling that he never really would, no matter how long he knew them.
"What time is it?" Blaze asked sleepily, sitting up clumsily and rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Did I sleep here all night? Why didn't you wake me, Gambit? Did you get any sleep at all? When did Ilehana and Ori arrive?"
"I'll put coffee on." Ilehana decided quickly as the wolf named Ori flopped down lazily at Blaze's feet. Seemingly instinctively, Blaze reached out to scratch behind his ears as the wolf's eyes rolled back in pleasure. Watching them, Gambit stretched until Blaze looked up at him, obviously expecting at least some answers.
"I slept fine." He began, trying not to yawn. Ilehana busied herself with the coffee and sugar, trying not to get involved as Blaze and Gambit's eyes met. How easy would it be for the telepathic Vixen to nudge her two friends together? One kiss and Gambit would realise it was not Rogue's kiss he'd fallen for, but Blaze's transferred through Rogue's power. Silently Ilehana admonished herself, she wouldn't ever interfere with her friends like that, holding back her powers even as she felt Blaze's nervously lurching stomach as Gambit's red-on-black eyes bored into her soul. But the moment passed and Gambit was asking Ilehana for three sugars in his coffee, but no milk.
"That's more treacle than coffee. " Ilehana exclaimed, giving Blaze a moment to recover. As if to comfort the redhead, Ori lifted his great head and placed it in her lap, his glance flicking from her to the Cajun, almost as if he was asking her who he was.
"Ori, meet Gambit, Remy, Ori." Blaze did the honours dutifully, and Ilehana was impressed when unprovoked Gambit slowly extended an open palm for the wolf to sniff. Ori obliged, and sneezed, making both young women smile.
"What?" The Cajun asked, though somehow he thought he already knew the answer.
"Ori says you don't smell too bad, and if Blaze likes you, he can put up with you being here." Vixen filled in, bringing steaming coffee over for all three humans. The fourth mutant ordered Blaze to scratch his ears again; her warm fingers were nice in his fur.
"Did he just ask you to do that?" Gambit asked Blaze, as she obliged the wolf. "I'se sure I just heard him........."
"Ilehana has some interesting friends." Blaze replied carefully. "She and Ori go way back, and yes, he's telepathic." The redhead turned to her flatmate. "How did your mission go?"
"Well enough." Ilehana answered, making Gambit conscious that there were still some areas of Blaze and Ilehana's life, and Rogue's of course, that he was not part of. But he could be more involved in others, and this dance contest idea of Blaze's was an interesting one......... Not that Remy le Beau danced.