Disclaimer: Don't own…never will. How depressing.
Authors Note: I'll try to post every other day if not everyday. Lets hope I can live up to this though.
Again, much thanks to those who reviewed.
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Wandering Souls
Chapter 4: Learning Curve
"You missed this mornings danger room session," Ororo said walking up behind Logan and placing her hands on his shoulders as he sat on the bench in the middle of the Institutes garden. "Not that the children minded, they were a bit curious though."
"Just lost track of the time," was his gruff reply as he stared staring ahead, his mind lost in thought.
"What troubles you?" she asked, placing her fingertips underneath his chin and forcing him to look at her, her voice barely above a whisper. "You've been distant since the battle last night. And you never came to bed last night."
"I'm always distant," he said, avoiding her gaze.
"Logan…"
"It was the kid."
"The one that Remy fought?" Ororo tilted her head to the side, her long bleach white hair falling gracefully around her shoulders.
"Yeah. Something about her just…" He rose, shaking his head hard to clear it. "I need to go talk to Chuck," he turned and looked down at her, cupping her face and kissing her gently. "Don't worry about me Ro. I'll work it out." He turned and headed into the Mansion, leaving Ororo dizzy and confused.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"She took out Remy!" Jubilee squealed as she stood next to Kitty and her locker in the middle of the Bayville High hallway.
"Like, yeah. Mr. Logan had to like, drag him away. And then she, like, charged a card and, like, threw it at them," Kitty said slamming the locker shut and looking over at her Asian friend.
"So she has the same powers as Remy then?" Jubilee asked, popping her gum loudly, her books hugged closely to her chest and her yellow jacket standing out against the gray metal of the locker. "Weird."
"No, I don't like think so. She like kissed him and then he passed out and she had his powers. The Professor and Mr. McCoy like think that maybe her skin has some kind of absorbing thing." Kitty explained as she adjusted her pink sweater.
"Really?" Jubilee asked, her eyes growing wide and her large hoops dangling lifelessly next to her round face.
"Yeah well, that's like what I heard from Kurt, who heard form Scott who heard from Jean who heard from Evan who overheard the Professor talking to Remy and Mr. McCoy."
"Wow, so her powers in her skin? Creepy. I wonder if she can turn it off?" Jubilee mused, as she began to pop her gum again. "Cause otherwise, that would suck."
"Yeah, like tell me about it. I don't know if she can or not, but hey, look at the bright side for her. She got to like totally kiss Remy."
Jubilee laughed outright, "Totally. Oh, here comes your man, lets see what he knows!"
"Like, how's my hair?" Kitty asked, a frantic expression appearing on her face as she phased into her locker for a brush.
"Hey Pretty-Kitty," Lance said, coming up next to the locker and leaning against it.
"Like, hey Lance," she smiled, pulling her hand out of her locker.
"Here, I got this for you," he smiled, pulling a pink rose out from behind his vest.
"Oh Lance, that's like so sweet!" she gushed forgetting her hair and snatching at the gift, inhaling deeply.
"Taking advice from Remy again?" Jubilee snorted.
"He might have suggested it," Lance replied, blushing slightly as he ran a hand awkwardly through his hair.
"Well, it doesn't like matter," Kitty said, shooting Jubilee a glare. "It's still, like, totally sweet." She tiptoed up and placed a light kiss on his lips. "Thanks."
Jubilee rolled her eyes at the couple and popped her gum. "So Lance, what's up with the new chick on the team?"
"I could ask the same about your shampoo," a thick voice whispered into Jubilees ear causing her to squeak.
"Petey! That's not fair!" Jubilee whirled around and punched him playfully in the chest. "You know I hate it when you sneak up on me."
"Forgive me my damsel?" Piotr whispered, wrapping an arm around her waste and kissing her hand lightly.
"Always," she whispered losing herself in his rich brown eyes. "My knight in shining armor." She smiled up at him and stood up to kiss him softly on the lips.
"Aww!" Kitty and Lance's voice broke their moment.
"Shut up," Jubilee laughed as she laced her arm through Piotr's. "Walk me to class Petey?"
"Da."
"Laters guys," Jubilee said as Piotr led her towards her class room.
"So Pretty-Kitty, ready for Chemistry?" Lance asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her towards the classroom.
"Ugh, no. I didn't like have time to study last night for the quiz. So who was the new girl anyway?"
"Come on Kitty, you know we're not supposed to talk about that stuff with you guys," Lance replied, really wanting to tell her but knowing the consequences of that action.
"It's like okay Lance. I'm sure I'll get to know who she is. Especially with Pietro's big mouth running around."
Lance smiled and kissed the top of her head before they entered the class.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Remy watched Jean as she sat across from him at their group of desks. She was busy doodling her name with Scott's over and over again on her French book. 'Mon Dieu, why did the Professor make me come back to school. Remy be 19 for crying out loud!' he thought as he sat in French class, waiting for it to start. And taking French was just insulting to him, but at least it was an easy A. He hated school. Back home in New Orleans, he had always been home schooled by his father. But both Professor Xavier, and Remy's father thought it would be good for him to get a high school diploma, so here he sat in the advanced French class across from Ms. Perfect.
The bell let out its loud ring and Remy covered his ears, leaning his head forward on the desk. How he hated mornings. 'And why did school have to start so damned early? 3:30 in the afternoon would have been a lot better in his opinion.'
"Alright everyone take your seats," Mrs. Harris shrill voice called out.
The woman irritated Remy to no end. She even forgot her own, 'No English in Class' rule more than the students did. He groaned slightly as he sank his head farther into his arms.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"French 12, room 106," Rogue read under her breath as she walked up to the door marked 106 in big black numbers. She hated school, but Mystique had insisted she attend with the rest of the Brotherhood. She smiled slightly as she remembered the early morning meeting with Principal Kelly.
~Flashback~
"Ya see, Rogue and Ah just moved up from Mississippi," Mystique drawled in an exaggerated Southern accent as she sat next to Rogue, looking every bit the over involved Mother. "And Ah really wan' her to get a good education."
"Of course Miss?" Principal Kelly started, searching the file for Rogues last name.
"Oh please, call me Sandy," Mystique replied, flashing him a seductive smile.
Rogue just rolled her eyes at her mothers reaction, and the body she chose to wear that day to register Rogue. She had the long auburn hair like Rogues, and the green eyes and light complexion, but she had chosen to have a body better resembling a supermodel, with long legs and a DD cup.
"Eh…Sandy," Principal Kelly replied, clearly uncomfortable. "Well, Bayville high has an impressive curriculum as well as a fine faculty. I'm afraid though, that some of our student body is less than…acceptable though."
"Why whateva could ya mean?" Mystique continued her eyes beginning to glow slightly. Rogue had a good idea she knew where this was heading so she sat up a bit more, crossing her arms over her chest. She decided to dress down a bit today, wearing a pair of black jeans with the knees ripped out, a pair of black sneakers and a black halter top, covered by an off the shoulder purple midriff sweater and her black gloves and topped by her traditional heavy Goth make-up.
"Well, Miss…Sandy, I'm afraid that I have to tell you that we have a few mutants in our mist," Kelly continued again thumbing through the file.
Rogue saw the yellow flash across Mystiques eyes and grabbed her arm quickly, giving her a look. She hated when she had to be the adult. "Don't worry about that Mista Kelly," Rogue said looking at him, an evil grin playing on her face. "Ah lahke mutants. Do ya know if any of em are single?" She smiled sweetly at the shocked expression on his face and rose. "Ah betta be headin ta class, don't ya think?"
"Of course dear," Mystique agreed, rising with Rogue, all traces of her accent gone as she looked evilly at the Principal. "Enjoy your day, and remember what I told you."
~End Flashback~
Rogue smirked again as she entered the room, disrupting the teachers mindless dribble.
"Bonjour! You must be Rogue! Principal Kelly told me we would be having a new student." Mrs. Harris gushed walking over to Rogue and moving to place her hands on Rogue's shoulder.
Rogue quickly backed away from the woman's touch, putting an uneasy and embarrassed expression on the older woman's face. Rogue smiled slightly at the woman's unease as she stood before the class, noticing the eyes on her. She heard one guy let out a long whistle, which she quickly rolled her eyes at.
"Mrs. Harris, she can sit over here," a tall blonde guy called out. He wore a letterman jacket and seemed awfully cocky.
Rogue shot him a death glare. "Ah'd rather not," she stated looking expectantly at the teacher.
Jean let out a small gasp and Remy's head shot up at the sound of the voice.
"Mon Dieu, it be de fille!" he whispered over to Jean, who looked at him concerned. The only other free desks besides next to Duncan were at their table.
"That's fine Rogue, why don't you go sit next to Monsieur LeBeau and Mademoiselle Grey."
"Merci," Rogue replied looking over to the desk she pointed at. Her breath caught slightly as she recognized them. She was about to smile when she noticed his eyes were brown. She walked over to her desk a bit confused and plopped down next to him and across from the red head.
The teacher began to drone on again, this time in French to the surprise of most of the students, but Rogue couldn't focus on any of it. But she did good, sitting at her desk ignoring the two next to her as she wrote down everything the Professor said. She noticed that the Grey girl had turned a pale color and looked like a dear caught in headlights as she stared at Rogue for a long time. Finally the teacher said something about speaking amongst their groups in preparation for the next test until the end of class. Rogue sighed and looked at her notebook, waiting for them to make the first move.
Finally Remy spoke, "Pleasure to be seeing you again cher," he took her gloved hand in his and kissed it. "Don't think Remy had de pleasure of hearing yer name last meeting."
"That's cause it's none of your business Swamp Rat," Rogue growled and ripped her hand out of his grasp. His memories were still fresh in her mind and she knew what kind of player he could be. "And what's wrong with her?" she asked pointing her thumb at Jean.
"Nothing's wrong with me!" Jean perked up, looking dejected. "It's just, I didn't expect to see you here."
"Don't worry, it's not lahke I wanted to see ya either," Rogue barked back, a bit angrily.
"Easy Cher," Remy said easily, trying to keep a cat fight from ensuing. "Jeanie just jealous cause Duncan over dere made a move on ya."
"I am not Remy LeBeau!" Jean hissed turning on Remy and throwing her pencil at him.
He easily caught it and laughed at her. "De truth hurts don't it p'tite?"
Rogue watched them and couldn't help but smile. Maybe they weren't as bad as Mystique and the others made them out to be.
"Come on cher, defend the one you love," Remy laughed as Jean began pelting him with paper balls.
"Ya ask me, ya brought it on yer self Swamp Rat," Rogue smiled and picked up one of the stray balls and tossing it in his hair.
"Aw, cher, you didn't deny you loved Remy. And look you already given him a pet name. It's destiny mon amour!" He wrapped his arms around her, catching her off guard.
"Hey, back off," she said pushing him away, afraid that their skin might accidentally come into contact again.
"Easy cher," Remy said complying with her request, backing up with his hands in the air.
"Yeah Rogue, no ones going to hurt you," Jean added, smiling at her finally used to the fact that the enemy was sitting at their table and wasn't all that bad.
"It ain't me Ah'm worried about," Rogue growled drawing back into her shell.
"Cher, Remy didn't mean nothin' by it," Remy began but was cut off by the bell.
"Yeah, no one ever does," Rogue breathed as she rose, throwing her things into her bag and heading towards the door where she saw Pietro waiting for her. "And don't call me cher, Swamp Rat."
Remy looked over at Jean, a sad expression on his face as the two of them rose and gathered their belongings as well. "What Remy do?"
Jean just shrugged and patted his shoulder as they walked out of class.
Authors Note: Hey all, what'd ya think? Sorry if I screwed up the accents.
Thanks to Panther Nesmith for the translations site. Appreciate it and plan to use it in later chapters. J
Carla-p - She didn't recognize Logan cause she was like 4 and she only has vague recollection of him, but she will as they interact more. She was kinda distracted by sorting Gambits memories in her head. Sorry if I didn't explain it better before. Thanks for the review! J
Thanks to everyone else who reviewed. (And yes Yumiko, you are special). It's so wonderful to know you guys like this story. It makes me work even harder on it to update. So keep up the reviews. I'm feeling the muse so I hope to get another chapter up tonight or tomorrow. Thanks again for all the reviews.
Authors Note: I'll try to post every other day if not everyday. Lets hope I can live up to this though.
Again, much thanks to those who reviewed.
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Wandering Souls
Chapter 4: Learning Curve
"You missed this mornings danger room session," Ororo said walking up behind Logan and placing her hands on his shoulders as he sat on the bench in the middle of the Institutes garden. "Not that the children minded, they were a bit curious though."
"Just lost track of the time," was his gruff reply as he stared staring ahead, his mind lost in thought.
"What troubles you?" she asked, placing her fingertips underneath his chin and forcing him to look at her, her voice barely above a whisper. "You've been distant since the battle last night. And you never came to bed last night."
"I'm always distant," he said, avoiding her gaze.
"Logan…"
"It was the kid."
"The one that Remy fought?" Ororo tilted her head to the side, her long bleach white hair falling gracefully around her shoulders.
"Yeah. Something about her just…" He rose, shaking his head hard to clear it. "I need to go talk to Chuck," he turned and looked down at her, cupping her face and kissing her gently. "Don't worry about me Ro. I'll work it out." He turned and headed into the Mansion, leaving Ororo dizzy and confused.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"She took out Remy!" Jubilee squealed as she stood next to Kitty and her locker in the middle of the Bayville High hallway.
"Like, yeah. Mr. Logan had to like, drag him away. And then she, like, charged a card and, like, threw it at them," Kitty said slamming the locker shut and looking over at her Asian friend.
"So she has the same powers as Remy then?" Jubilee asked, popping her gum loudly, her books hugged closely to her chest and her yellow jacket standing out against the gray metal of the locker. "Weird."
"No, I don't like think so. She like kissed him and then he passed out and she had his powers. The Professor and Mr. McCoy like think that maybe her skin has some kind of absorbing thing." Kitty explained as she adjusted her pink sweater.
"Really?" Jubilee asked, her eyes growing wide and her large hoops dangling lifelessly next to her round face.
"Yeah well, that's like what I heard from Kurt, who heard form Scott who heard from Jean who heard from Evan who overheard the Professor talking to Remy and Mr. McCoy."
"Wow, so her powers in her skin? Creepy. I wonder if she can turn it off?" Jubilee mused, as she began to pop her gum again. "Cause otherwise, that would suck."
"Yeah, like tell me about it. I don't know if she can or not, but hey, look at the bright side for her. She got to like totally kiss Remy."
Jubilee laughed outright, "Totally. Oh, here comes your man, lets see what he knows!"
"Like, how's my hair?" Kitty asked, a frantic expression appearing on her face as she phased into her locker for a brush.
"Hey Pretty-Kitty," Lance said, coming up next to the locker and leaning against it.
"Like, hey Lance," she smiled, pulling her hand out of her locker.
"Here, I got this for you," he smiled, pulling a pink rose out from behind his vest.
"Oh Lance, that's like so sweet!" she gushed forgetting her hair and snatching at the gift, inhaling deeply.
"Taking advice from Remy again?" Jubilee snorted.
"He might have suggested it," Lance replied, blushing slightly as he ran a hand awkwardly through his hair.
"Well, it doesn't like matter," Kitty said, shooting Jubilee a glare. "It's still, like, totally sweet." She tiptoed up and placed a light kiss on his lips. "Thanks."
Jubilee rolled her eyes at the couple and popped her gum. "So Lance, what's up with the new chick on the team?"
"I could ask the same about your shampoo," a thick voice whispered into Jubilees ear causing her to squeak.
"Petey! That's not fair!" Jubilee whirled around and punched him playfully in the chest. "You know I hate it when you sneak up on me."
"Forgive me my damsel?" Piotr whispered, wrapping an arm around her waste and kissing her hand lightly.
"Always," she whispered losing herself in his rich brown eyes. "My knight in shining armor." She smiled up at him and stood up to kiss him softly on the lips.
"Aww!" Kitty and Lance's voice broke their moment.
"Shut up," Jubilee laughed as she laced her arm through Piotr's. "Walk me to class Petey?"
"Da."
"Laters guys," Jubilee said as Piotr led her towards her class room.
"So Pretty-Kitty, ready for Chemistry?" Lance asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her towards the classroom.
"Ugh, no. I didn't like have time to study last night for the quiz. So who was the new girl anyway?"
"Come on Kitty, you know we're not supposed to talk about that stuff with you guys," Lance replied, really wanting to tell her but knowing the consequences of that action.
"It's like okay Lance. I'm sure I'll get to know who she is. Especially with Pietro's big mouth running around."
Lance smiled and kissed the top of her head before they entered the class.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Remy watched Jean as she sat across from him at their group of desks. She was busy doodling her name with Scott's over and over again on her French book. 'Mon Dieu, why did the Professor make me come back to school. Remy be 19 for crying out loud!' he thought as he sat in French class, waiting for it to start. And taking French was just insulting to him, but at least it was an easy A. He hated school. Back home in New Orleans, he had always been home schooled by his father. But both Professor Xavier, and Remy's father thought it would be good for him to get a high school diploma, so here he sat in the advanced French class across from Ms. Perfect.
The bell let out its loud ring and Remy covered his ears, leaning his head forward on the desk. How he hated mornings. 'And why did school have to start so damned early? 3:30 in the afternoon would have been a lot better in his opinion.'
"Alright everyone take your seats," Mrs. Harris shrill voice called out.
The woman irritated Remy to no end. She even forgot her own, 'No English in Class' rule more than the students did. He groaned slightly as he sank his head farther into his arms.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"French 12, room 106," Rogue read under her breath as she walked up to the door marked 106 in big black numbers. She hated school, but Mystique had insisted she attend with the rest of the Brotherhood. She smiled slightly as she remembered the early morning meeting with Principal Kelly.
~Flashback~
"Ya see, Rogue and Ah just moved up from Mississippi," Mystique drawled in an exaggerated Southern accent as she sat next to Rogue, looking every bit the over involved Mother. "And Ah really wan' her to get a good education."
"Of course Miss?" Principal Kelly started, searching the file for Rogues last name.
"Oh please, call me Sandy," Mystique replied, flashing him a seductive smile.
Rogue just rolled her eyes at her mothers reaction, and the body she chose to wear that day to register Rogue. She had the long auburn hair like Rogues, and the green eyes and light complexion, but she had chosen to have a body better resembling a supermodel, with long legs and a DD cup.
"Eh…Sandy," Principal Kelly replied, clearly uncomfortable. "Well, Bayville high has an impressive curriculum as well as a fine faculty. I'm afraid though, that some of our student body is less than…acceptable though."
"Why whateva could ya mean?" Mystique continued her eyes beginning to glow slightly. Rogue had a good idea she knew where this was heading so she sat up a bit more, crossing her arms over her chest. She decided to dress down a bit today, wearing a pair of black jeans with the knees ripped out, a pair of black sneakers and a black halter top, covered by an off the shoulder purple midriff sweater and her black gloves and topped by her traditional heavy Goth make-up.
"Well, Miss…Sandy, I'm afraid that I have to tell you that we have a few mutants in our mist," Kelly continued again thumbing through the file.
Rogue saw the yellow flash across Mystiques eyes and grabbed her arm quickly, giving her a look. She hated when she had to be the adult. "Don't worry about that Mista Kelly," Rogue said looking at him, an evil grin playing on her face. "Ah lahke mutants. Do ya know if any of em are single?" She smiled sweetly at the shocked expression on his face and rose. "Ah betta be headin ta class, don't ya think?"
"Of course dear," Mystique agreed, rising with Rogue, all traces of her accent gone as she looked evilly at the Principal. "Enjoy your day, and remember what I told you."
~End Flashback~
Rogue smirked again as she entered the room, disrupting the teachers mindless dribble.
"Bonjour! You must be Rogue! Principal Kelly told me we would be having a new student." Mrs. Harris gushed walking over to Rogue and moving to place her hands on Rogue's shoulder.
Rogue quickly backed away from the woman's touch, putting an uneasy and embarrassed expression on the older woman's face. Rogue smiled slightly at the woman's unease as she stood before the class, noticing the eyes on her. She heard one guy let out a long whistle, which she quickly rolled her eyes at.
"Mrs. Harris, she can sit over here," a tall blonde guy called out. He wore a letterman jacket and seemed awfully cocky.
Rogue shot him a death glare. "Ah'd rather not," she stated looking expectantly at the teacher.
Jean let out a small gasp and Remy's head shot up at the sound of the voice.
"Mon Dieu, it be de fille!" he whispered over to Jean, who looked at him concerned. The only other free desks besides next to Duncan were at their table.
"That's fine Rogue, why don't you go sit next to Monsieur LeBeau and Mademoiselle Grey."
"Merci," Rogue replied looking over to the desk she pointed at. Her breath caught slightly as she recognized them. She was about to smile when she noticed his eyes were brown. She walked over to her desk a bit confused and plopped down next to him and across from the red head.
The teacher began to drone on again, this time in French to the surprise of most of the students, but Rogue couldn't focus on any of it. But she did good, sitting at her desk ignoring the two next to her as she wrote down everything the Professor said. She noticed that the Grey girl had turned a pale color and looked like a dear caught in headlights as she stared at Rogue for a long time. Finally the teacher said something about speaking amongst their groups in preparation for the next test until the end of class. Rogue sighed and looked at her notebook, waiting for them to make the first move.
Finally Remy spoke, "Pleasure to be seeing you again cher," he took her gloved hand in his and kissed it. "Don't think Remy had de pleasure of hearing yer name last meeting."
"That's cause it's none of your business Swamp Rat," Rogue growled and ripped her hand out of his grasp. His memories were still fresh in her mind and she knew what kind of player he could be. "And what's wrong with her?" she asked pointing her thumb at Jean.
"Nothing's wrong with me!" Jean perked up, looking dejected. "It's just, I didn't expect to see you here."
"Don't worry, it's not lahke I wanted to see ya either," Rogue barked back, a bit angrily.
"Easy Cher," Remy said easily, trying to keep a cat fight from ensuing. "Jeanie just jealous cause Duncan over dere made a move on ya."
"I am not Remy LeBeau!" Jean hissed turning on Remy and throwing her pencil at him.
He easily caught it and laughed at her. "De truth hurts don't it p'tite?"
Rogue watched them and couldn't help but smile. Maybe they weren't as bad as Mystique and the others made them out to be.
"Come on cher, defend the one you love," Remy laughed as Jean began pelting him with paper balls.
"Ya ask me, ya brought it on yer self Swamp Rat," Rogue smiled and picked up one of the stray balls and tossing it in his hair.
"Aw, cher, you didn't deny you loved Remy. And look you already given him a pet name. It's destiny mon amour!" He wrapped his arms around her, catching her off guard.
"Hey, back off," she said pushing him away, afraid that their skin might accidentally come into contact again.
"Easy cher," Remy said complying with her request, backing up with his hands in the air.
"Yeah Rogue, no ones going to hurt you," Jean added, smiling at her finally used to the fact that the enemy was sitting at their table and wasn't all that bad.
"It ain't me Ah'm worried about," Rogue growled drawing back into her shell.
"Cher, Remy didn't mean nothin' by it," Remy began but was cut off by the bell.
"Yeah, no one ever does," Rogue breathed as she rose, throwing her things into her bag and heading towards the door where she saw Pietro waiting for her. "And don't call me cher, Swamp Rat."
Remy looked over at Jean, a sad expression on his face as the two of them rose and gathered their belongings as well. "What Remy do?"
Jean just shrugged and patted his shoulder as they walked out of class.
Authors Note: Hey all, what'd ya think? Sorry if I screwed up the accents.
Thanks to Panther Nesmith for the translations site. Appreciate it and plan to use it in later chapters. J
Carla-p - She didn't recognize Logan cause she was like 4 and she only has vague recollection of him, but she will as they interact more. She was kinda distracted by sorting Gambits memories in her head. Sorry if I didn't explain it better before. Thanks for the review! J
Thanks to everyone else who reviewed. (And yes Yumiko, you are special). It's so wonderful to know you guys like this story. It makes me work even harder on it to update. So keep up the reviews. I'm feeling the muse so I hope to get another chapter up tonight or tomorrow. Thanks again for all the reviews.