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Authors Note: Right now it seems to be flowing well, but lets all just hope it stays that way.
Again, much thanks to those who reviewed.
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Wandering Souls
Chapter 6: Discoveries
Remy sighed as he once again found himself leaning against the wall of the briefing room, cards in hand. The Professor had summoned them there as soon as they'd walked in the door from school. He looked slowly around the room, realizing how tired he was. He'd had a long day after lunch with the only upside being that Rogue was in his P.E. class. Unfortunately, from Remy's point of view, she was able to get out of wearing the little shorts like all the other girls and had instead gotten to wear workout pants. Other than that he'd enjoyed the class. A smile crossed his face as he thought back on it.
~Flashback~
Remy walked out of the locker room and into the sun, slamming his sunglasses on his face. He looked around the bleachers, searching for his usual fan club of drooling freshmen females, when his eyes fell on a solitary figure sitting at the top of the bleachers in a pair of maroon work out pants and a matching t-shirt with 'Bayville' written in white letters across the front, black gloves and two white streaks framing her face.
Remy quickly made his way up the bleachers, ignoring the throngs of girls calling to him and pouting as he passed them without a second glance. He plopped himself down next to Rogue, admiring her figure in the tight shirt. "Bonjour Cher," he said taking her gloved hand and kissing it.
Rogue pulled her hand away and glared at him. "What do ya want Swamp Rat?" she asked clasping her hands together in front of her, resting her elbows on her knees, her emerald eyes boring into his.
"Jus' de company of a belle femme," Remy replied pulling a cigarette from his pocket and placing it between his lips, about to light it with his finger when it was suddenly snatched from his lips.
"That's bad fer ya," Rogue stated sticking it into her pocket. "'sides, you get expelled and who do Ah have to talk to during this hell?"
"Aw cher, Remy didn't know you cared," Remy smirked at her and pulled down his sunglasses to look into her emerald eyes.
Rogue snorted and stared at him, stealing a glance at Remy's physique in the same workout gear that she wore, except he had on a wife-beater, which displayed his well defined his chest and six-pack perfectly. Finally she looked hard at his eyes, trying to figure out what had happened to his beautiful demon eyes, to be replaced by ordinary brown ones.
Remy noticed how Rogues eyes seemed to squint slightly as she studied his face, a thoughtful expression on her own. "What's wrong cher?" he asked, enjoying how beautiful and innocent the look made her face, but curious as to why she was staring at him like that.
"Oh nothin'. Ah was just wonderin' what happened to yer eyes." She stated, tearing her gaze away and looking down at her gloves, pulling at the fingers absentmindedly.
"What cher, don't ya like em?" he asked smiling playfully and tapping her leg with his, forcing her to look over at him. He had taken up her position, with his hands in front of him, elbows on knees.
She looked at him and raised an eyebrow as he tapped the button on his image inducer revealing the natural red and black eyes that had captivated her the night before. "Ah lahke these ones better," she stated examining them closely before looking back down to the group below them. The girls kept looking up at Rogue and giving her dirty looks. "Who are they? Yer fan club?" she asked, jerking her thumb down at them.
"Oui. Annoying ain't dey?" he asked, rolling his eyes slightly and pushing up his glasses, turning the inducer back on. He suddenly wrapped an arm around Rogue's shoulders and smiled at her. "Wanna have some fun cher?"
Rogue tensed up for a minute but saw that his skin was no where near hers and relaxed slightly. "Yeah sure, if ya wanna end up in a comma so bad," Rogue muttered and moved her shoulders a bit, indicating for hem to move his arm.
Remy smiled and only pulled her closer, leaning back against the railing and taking her with him. "What ya talkin about cher?"
"Mah mutation, and didn't Ah ask ya not to call me cher," she said, relaxing slightly. 'As soon as Ah tell him about mah mutation, he'll leave. Same as all the others,' she thought as she looked out over the field and track. "Mah skin sucks the life force outta people. Lahke when Ah kissed ya yesterday. Yer memories, yer powers, everything ye are is in mah head," she stated looking over at him, meeting his gaze. "So ya see, Ah can't touch anyone. Evah."
Remy looked at her shocked for a moment but instead of pulling her away he drew her closer and smirked down at her. "Good thing Remy be creative den. But he also be at a disadvantage. You know all his secretes, and Remy don't know nothin' bout you cher."
"All the bettah fer me sugah," Rogue said, taken aback by his reaction as she tried to process everything that was going on in her mind.
"Come on cher, ya gotta tell Remy something!" he protested, tickling her side.
Rogue laughed and pushed him away. "A'right! A'right! Stop, Ah'll tell ya somethin'!" Remy stopped tickling and looked at her expectantly. "Ah'm five-two."
Remy groaned and looked at her. "Y' bein' evil cher," he laughed and looked at her. The rest of class was spent in the same type of manner.
~End Flashback~
Remy was pulled from his thoughts when the Professor and the other adults entered the room, this time accompanied by Hank and Kurt. The others all broke away from their own thoughts and complaining to look over at them.
"It seems we have some new information on our new adversary," the Professor began, wheeling over to the head of the table. "It seems Mystique is her mother."
"But if, like, Mystique is her mom, then how come she's not blue like Kurt?" Kitty spoke up, still unable to comprehend the news she'd heard earlier that day.
"I am unsure right now Kitty. The only way we will be able to find that out is by collecting a DNA sample from Rogue and comparing it to the one of Mystiques that we have on file," Hank spoke up, his gentle voice contrasting with his large blue ape-like form.
"One thing be for sure, de fille can sure fight like Mystique," Remy spoke up running a hand over the back of his head as he recalled parts of the fight, finally able to piece together why her style had looked so familiar to him.
"So how do we get a DNA sample?" Jubilee asked looking around at the others.
"It can be taken off of anything," Hank continued. "A hair from a hairbrush, her lipstick, anything that I can get a large enough sample from."
"Remy get it for y' Hank," Remy said, rising to leave the room. "We done here non?"
"Wait a minute bub," Wolverine growled, still feeling some kind of protective pull towards the girl he just couldn't figure out. "How do you plan on getting it?"
"Simple mon ami, Remy be de Prince of Thieves." Remy winked at him and exited the room, starting upstairs to grab a bite to eat.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"A'right p'tite, y'know what to do non?" Remy asked Jean one more time as they sat at their desk in French class the next morning, running over the plan with her one more time, to make sure they get it right.
"Yes Remy. You've told me enough," the red head was beginning to get annoyed. "I just have to make sure your pencil flies out of your hand and next to her bag and you'll do the rest. I'm not stupid."
"Remy know dat Jeanie, but Remy also know dat Jeanie can't lie," he stated as he watched the door waiting for Rogue.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"So then, he did this really cool 360 and slid down the stair rail and it was just so awesome," Wanda exclaimed as her and Rogue walked down the hallway towards Rogue's French class.
"That's great sugah. So when are ya goin' out with him?" Rogue asked, adjusting her skirt and checking her reflection in a window they walked by. She wasn't sure why she'd dressed up that day. 'Yes you are. And quite frankly it's sickening.' 'Shut up Cody, no one asked ya!'
"Rogue, earth to Rogue?" Wanda asked waving a hand in front of her face.
"Oh, sorry Wanda, it's jus', some of the voices in mah head were a little louder then usual," Rogue explained. Wanda and the rest of the Brotherhood had already been filled in on the particulars of Rogue's mutation. "What did ya say?"
"Friday night, and you have to help me do my hair, and what do I wear and we have to do all of this in front of my dear brother," Wanda continued, a light shinning in her eyes.
Rogue let out a laugh and stopped in front of her class. "We can do that," she said, stealing one more glance in the glass of the door before going to turn the knob.
"Oh and Rogue," Wanda called out before Rogue could enter.
"Yeah sugah?"
"He's gonna love it," Wanda smiled knowingly as Rogue turned to enter the class.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Remy's breath caught in his throat as Rogue entered the room, her hair framing her face, a few strands falling in her eyes a sheer green over-shirt covering a black midriff tank top and a short, tight black leather skirt and black stockings and combat boots, the outfit topped off with her black gloves.
"Mornin'," she said walking over to the table and smiling at them, dropping her bag next to Remy on the floor.
"Morning Rogue," Jean said, pulling out her French book and opening to the homework from the night before, beginning to check over it. "How are you today?"
"Fahne," Rogue said flopping down into her chair and looking over at Remy who just seemed to stare at her. "What's your problem Swamp Rat?"
"You be takin' Remy's breath away," Remy stated taking Rogue's hand and kissing it tenderly. "You look tres belle today mon cher."
"Yer dear?" Rogue said after a moment, pulling her hand away. "Since when am Ah yers?" she said playfully.
"Who else's would ya be but Remy's," Remy continued tickling at her.
Rogue laughed and tried to pull away. "Stop it Swamp Rat!" she chocked out between hysterics when suddenly a pencil flew from Remy's desk and landed on the ground.
They both stopped and looked over at Jean.
"If you don't mind I'm trying to study," she said firmly, never looking up from her book.
"Well sorry," Rogue said plopping her hands on the desk and looking somewhat flustered as she looked down at her gloves.
"Don't worry about her cher." Remy whispered into her ear. "Scott forgot their anniversary yesterday," he continued before leaning over to pick up the pencil. Before he rose he reached into her bag and pulled out her lipstick, pocketing it into his trench coat before sitting up.
"Bonjour class," Mrs. Harris's shrill voice called out as Remy rose. "Let's begin."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hank scrapped a bit of the cells from the top of the lipstick and walked them over to his lab equipment.
"How long will it take?" Logan growled as he flexed his hand, popping his claws in and out.
"Not long at all my friend, just a few more moments," suddenly the high tech computer beeped, signaling that the it had finished its analysis. "Now all I have to do is run it against all the mutant DNA we have on file and see if we find a match."
Logan grunted and began to examine where his claws ejected when the Professor wheeled in, followed by Ororo.
"Have we found a match yet Hank?" Charles asked, wheeling up next to the computer console and looking up at the screen.
"Just a few more moments now Charles," Hank replied replacing the cap on the lipstick and sticking it in his pocket to give back to Remy after the test results were in.
Ororo walked up to Logan and stood next to him, looking over at the others. Suddenly a large hand was wrapped around her waist and pulling her close to him. "Miss me Ro?" he whispered into her ear, kissing her shoulder.
"Of course," she mused as she leaned against him, happy to see him somewhat back to his old self.
The computer beeped again and Hank walked over to the screen and seemed began to read the findings. "Oh my stars and garters," Hank said unable to believe what he read.
"What is it Hank?" Charles asked concern filling his voice.
"Well, the machine did find a match, but it wasn't with Mystique."
"Then who was it Hank?" Ororo asked as her and Logan took a couple of steps forward to stand behind Charles.
"It's Logan."
Authors Note: Du du duuuuuun. Now it's been stated, but as if you guys hadn't already figured it out right? Hope to have the next couple of chapters written and up soon. Take care all and please review! J
Authors Note: Right now it seems to be flowing well, but lets all just hope it stays that way.
Again, much thanks to those who reviewed.
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dreams
Wandering Souls
Chapter 6: Discoveries
Remy sighed as he once again found himself leaning against the wall of the briefing room, cards in hand. The Professor had summoned them there as soon as they'd walked in the door from school. He looked slowly around the room, realizing how tired he was. He'd had a long day after lunch with the only upside being that Rogue was in his P.E. class. Unfortunately, from Remy's point of view, she was able to get out of wearing the little shorts like all the other girls and had instead gotten to wear workout pants. Other than that he'd enjoyed the class. A smile crossed his face as he thought back on it.
~Flashback~
Remy walked out of the locker room and into the sun, slamming his sunglasses on his face. He looked around the bleachers, searching for his usual fan club of drooling freshmen females, when his eyes fell on a solitary figure sitting at the top of the bleachers in a pair of maroon work out pants and a matching t-shirt with 'Bayville' written in white letters across the front, black gloves and two white streaks framing her face.
Remy quickly made his way up the bleachers, ignoring the throngs of girls calling to him and pouting as he passed them without a second glance. He plopped himself down next to Rogue, admiring her figure in the tight shirt. "Bonjour Cher," he said taking her gloved hand and kissing it.
Rogue pulled her hand away and glared at him. "What do ya want Swamp Rat?" she asked clasping her hands together in front of her, resting her elbows on her knees, her emerald eyes boring into his.
"Jus' de company of a belle femme," Remy replied pulling a cigarette from his pocket and placing it between his lips, about to light it with his finger when it was suddenly snatched from his lips.
"That's bad fer ya," Rogue stated sticking it into her pocket. "'sides, you get expelled and who do Ah have to talk to during this hell?"
"Aw cher, Remy didn't know you cared," Remy smirked at her and pulled down his sunglasses to look into her emerald eyes.
Rogue snorted and stared at him, stealing a glance at Remy's physique in the same workout gear that she wore, except he had on a wife-beater, which displayed his well defined his chest and six-pack perfectly. Finally she looked hard at his eyes, trying to figure out what had happened to his beautiful demon eyes, to be replaced by ordinary brown ones.
Remy noticed how Rogues eyes seemed to squint slightly as she studied his face, a thoughtful expression on her own. "What's wrong cher?" he asked, enjoying how beautiful and innocent the look made her face, but curious as to why she was staring at him like that.
"Oh nothin'. Ah was just wonderin' what happened to yer eyes." She stated, tearing her gaze away and looking down at her gloves, pulling at the fingers absentmindedly.
"What cher, don't ya like em?" he asked smiling playfully and tapping her leg with his, forcing her to look over at him. He had taken up her position, with his hands in front of him, elbows on knees.
She looked at him and raised an eyebrow as he tapped the button on his image inducer revealing the natural red and black eyes that had captivated her the night before. "Ah lahke these ones better," she stated examining them closely before looking back down to the group below them. The girls kept looking up at Rogue and giving her dirty looks. "Who are they? Yer fan club?" she asked, jerking her thumb down at them.
"Oui. Annoying ain't dey?" he asked, rolling his eyes slightly and pushing up his glasses, turning the inducer back on. He suddenly wrapped an arm around Rogue's shoulders and smiled at her. "Wanna have some fun cher?"
Rogue tensed up for a minute but saw that his skin was no where near hers and relaxed slightly. "Yeah sure, if ya wanna end up in a comma so bad," Rogue muttered and moved her shoulders a bit, indicating for hem to move his arm.
Remy smiled and only pulled her closer, leaning back against the railing and taking her with him. "What ya talkin about cher?"
"Mah mutation, and didn't Ah ask ya not to call me cher," she said, relaxing slightly. 'As soon as Ah tell him about mah mutation, he'll leave. Same as all the others,' she thought as she looked out over the field and track. "Mah skin sucks the life force outta people. Lahke when Ah kissed ya yesterday. Yer memories, yer powers, everything ye are is in mah head," she stated looking over at him, meeting his gaze. "So ya see, Ah can't touch anyone. Evah."
Remy looked at her shocked for a moment but instead of pulling her away he drew her closer and smirked down at her. "Good thing Remy be creative den. But he also be at a disadvantage. You know all his secretes, and Remy don't know nothin' bout you cher."
"All the bettah fer me sugah," Rogue said, taken aback by his reaction as she tried to process everything that was going on in her mind.
"Come on cher, ya gotta tell Remy something!" he protested, tickling her side.
Rogue laughed and pushed him away. "A'right! A'right! Stop, Ah'll tell ya somethin'!" Remy stopped tickling and looked at her expectantly. "Ah'm five-two."
Remy groaned and looked at her. "Y' bein' evil cher," he laughed and looked at her. The rest of class was spent in the same type of manner.
~End Flashback~
Remy was pulled from his thoughts when the Professor and the other adults entered the room, this time accompanied by Hank and Kurt. The others all broke away from their own thoughts and complaining to look over at them.
"It seems we have some new information on our new adversary," the Professor began, wheeling over to the head of the table. "It seems Mystique is her mother."
"But if, like, Mystique is her mom, then how come she's not blue like Kurt?" Kitty spoke up, still unable to comprehend the news she'd heard earlier that day.
"I am unsure right now Kitty. The only way we will be able to find that out is by collecting a DNA sample from Rogue and comparing it to the one of Mystiques that we have on file," Hank spoke up, his gentle voice contrasting with his large blue ape-like form.
"One thing be for sure, de fille can sure fight like Mystique," Remy spoke up running a hand over the back of his head as he recalled parts of the fight, finally able to piece together why her style had looked so familiar to him.
"So how do we get a DNA sample?" Jubilee asked looking around at the others.
"It can be taken off of anything," Hank continued. "A hair from a hairbrush, her lipstick, anything that I can get a large enough sample from."
"Remy get it for y' Hank," Remy said, rising to leave the room. "We done here non?"
"Wait a minute bub," Wolverine growled, still feeling some kind of protective pull towards the girl he just couldn't figure out. "How do you plan on getting it?"
"Simple mon ami, Remy be de Prince of Thieves." Remy winked at him and exited the room, starting upstairs to grab a bite to eat.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"A'right p'tite, y'know what to do non?" Remy asked Jean one more time as they sat at their desk in French class the next morning, running over the plan with her one more time, to make sure they get it right.
"Yes Remy. You've told me enough," the red head was beginning to get annoyed. "I just have to make sure your pencil flies out of your hand and next to her bag and you'll do the rest. I'm not stupid."
"Remy know dat Jeanie, but Remy also know dat Jeanie can't lie," he stated as he watched the door waiting for Rogue.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"So then, he did this really cool 360 and slid down the stair rail and it was just so awesome," Wanda exclaimed as her and Rogue walked down the hallway towards Rogue's French class.
"That's great sugah. So when are ya goin' out with him?" Rogue asked, adjusting her skirt and checking her reflection in a window they walked by. She wasn't sure why she'd dressed up that day. 'Yes you are. And quite frankly it's sickening.' 'Shut up Cody, no one asked ya!'
"Rogue, earth to Rogue?" Wanda asked waving a hand in front of her face.
"Oh, sorry Wanda, it's jus', some of the voices in mah head were a little louder then usual," Rogue explained. Wanda and the rest of the Brotherhood had already been filled in on the particulars of Rogue's mutation. "What did ya say?"
"Friday night, and you have to help me do my hair, and what do I wear and we have to do all of this in front of my dear brother," Wanda continued, a light shinning in her eyes.
Rogue let out a laugh and stopped in front of her class. "We can do that," she said, stealing one more glance in the glass of the door before going to turn the knob.
"Oh and Rogue," Wanda called out before Rogue could enter.
"Yeah sugah?"
"He's gonna love it," Wanda smiled knowingly as Rogue turned to enter the class.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Remy's breath caught in his throat as Rogue entered the room, her hair framing her face, a few strands falling in her eyes a sheer green over-shirt covering a black midriff tank top and a short, tight black leather skirt and black stockings and combat boots, the outfit topped off with her black gloves.
"Mornin'," she said walking over to the table and smiling at them, dropping her bag next to Remy on the floor.
"Morning Rogue," Jean said, pulling out her French book and opening to the homework from the night before, beginning to check over it. "How are you today?"
"Fahne," Rogue said flopping down into her chair and looking over at Remy who just seemed to stare at her. "What's your problem Swamp Rat?"
"You be takin' Remy's breath away," Remy stated taking Rogue's hand and kissing it tenderly. "You look tres belle today mon cher."
"Yer dear?" Rogue said after a moment, pulling her hand away. "Since when am Ah yers?" she said playfully.
"Who else's would ya be but Remy's," Remy continued tickling at her.
Rogue laughed and tried to pull away. "Stop it Swamp Rat!" she chocked out between hysterics when suddenly a pencil flew from Remy's desk and landed on the ground.
They both stopped and looked over at Jean.
"If you don't mind I'm trying to study," she said firmly, never looking up from her book.
"Well sorry," Rogue said plopping her hands on the desk and looking somewhat flustered as she looked down at her gloves.
"Don't worry about her cher." Remy whispered into her ear. "Scott forgot their anniversary yesterday," he continued before leaning over to pick up the pencil. Before he rose he reached into her bag and pulled out her lipstick, pocketing it into his trench coat before sitting up.
"Bonjour class," Mrs. Harris's shrill voice called out as Remy rose. "Let's begin."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hank scrapped a bit of the cells from the top of the lipstick and walked them over to his lab equipment.
"How long will it take?" Logan growled as he flexed his hand, popping his claws in and out.
"Not long at all my friend, just a few more moments," suddenly the high tech computer beeped, signaling that the it had finished its analysis. "Now all I have to do is run it against all the mutant DNA we have on file and see if we find a match."
Logan grunted and began to examine where his claws ejected when the Professor wheeled in, followed by Ororo.
"Have we found a match yet Hank?" Charles asked, wheeling up next to the computer console and looking up at the screen.
"Just a few more moments now Charles," Hank replied replacing the cap on the lipstick and sticking it in his pocket to give back to Remy after the test results were in.
Ororo walked up to Logan and stood next to him, looking over at the others. Suddenly a large hand was wrapped around her waist and pulling her close to him. "Miss me Ro?" he whispered into her ear, kissing her shoulder.
"Of course," she mused as she leaned against him, happy to see him somewhat back to his old self.
The computer beeped again and Hank walked over to the screen and seemed began to read the findings. "Oh my stars and garters," Hank said unable to believe what he read.
"What is it Hank?" Charles asked concern filling his voice.
"Well, the machine did find a match, but it wasn't with Mystique."
"Then who was it Hank?" Ororo asked as her and Logan took a couple of steps forward to stand behind Charles.
"It's Logan."
Authors Note: Du du duuuuuun. Now it's been stated, but as if you guys hadn't already figured it out right? Hope to have the next couple of chapters written and up soon. Take care all and please review! J