Disclaimer: I wish. But I don't, so with much hardship I admit I don't own
anything remotely that I wrote about. *sob*
A/N: This is my favourite chapter so far.? The formatting is killing me. Aghhhhhh. Why doesn't it upload like I write it? This is the second time I've uploaded it. This is definetly a Ryro.
I'm having a little bit of trouble writing what my mind is seeing so chapter six may be a while in construction.
Chapter Five
Rogue awoke with a start. She wildly looked around, seeking the invisible assailant that attacked her in her dark dreams. She sat back, her violently pounding heart slowing. She saw the time and sprawled across the bed thanking whoever gave her a room to herself.
She sighed, reluctant to face the day. Her daydreams of a quiet and uneventful day were shattered as her door slammed open and John bounded in.
"Rise and shine Roguey, it's time to face another brilliant day.." The rest of his sentence was cut off as a pillow smacked into his entirely too large mouth.
"Auhhh is poor little Roguey suffering after her late night. Poor little lambkins. Does she need a backrub.?" John got no further than a step before he was roughly spun around and shoved out the door, which slammed painfully loud behind him.
Remy lifted an eyebrow as John stood with an inane grin spread across his face.
"Petite in a good mood this morning non?"
"Oh yeah. It's gonna be a cracker. You think I should try again?"
John couldn't help the laughter that escaped at the thought of Rogues reaction if he knocked and asked ever so politely is he could come back in.
"Ya best not be laughing at me Allerdyce." Came the faint words through the closed door.
"Would I ever do that to you Rogue?"
The door was yanked open and John looked into Rogues scowling face.
"Yes ya moron, ya would."
She shoved past him, glared at Remy who was standing in the doorway opposite grinning and stomped down the hallway in her pyjamas.
"Umm Rogue.didn't you forget to do something?"
She turned around with a look that made both the guys glad she was halfway down the hall.
"What?!" she snarled, doing a suspiciously good imitation of Logan on a good day.
Remy looked at John, daring him to do it.
"Umm, clothes."
Rogue didn't even bother gracing it with a reply. She turned around and kept walking.
"Ok. Well that went surprisingly good."
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Down in the kitchen Rogue slumped into a chair and moaned. A faint "Why me? Why me?" was heard by Kurt who was, until then, sitting eating peacefully. He looked up unsure if he should draw the young woman into conversation. When she looked up and he saw the anguished look on her face he was moved to say, " Vhat es wrong Ms Rogue?"
Her head dropped onto her hands and her muffled reply made their way to his sharp ears.
"Ah have ta do an assignment with John."
His shocked eyes widened with sympathy and he softly replied, "It cannot be zhat bad can it?'
Her heart-wrenching wail was his answer.
He looked around helplessly; trying to think of something to do or say that would be of any comfort. His eyes lit upon a cereal box. He grabbed it and a bowl and set them in front of her. When she looked inquiringly at him, he grinned nervously, flashing fang and explained; "Zhey alvays make me feel better."
"Frosted chocolate covered bombs?"
His smile fell. "You do not like thez?"
Her reply was cut short as Remy stumbled into the room, pushed from behind by John who was too scared to go first.
"H'lo petite, Kurt. Ohh, frosted chocolate covered bombs. Remys fav'rit."
With that he sat next to Rogue, grabbed her bowl, the cereal and milk and proceeded to eat, a blissful look covering his face.
As Kurt and Rogue were transfixed by Remys reverential consumption of the sugar filled cereal (Rogue was imaging the terror filled world of a hyperactive Remy.) John was, as silently as possible, edging his way from the doorway toward Rogue. He was the picture of concentration, including the tip of the tongue poking out of his mouth. John had just made it behind her chair without her noticing, when Bobby banged into the room breaking his trance like concentration. Spotting John, Iceman broke into a grin and all but shouted, "John, buddy. Been looking for you. Where the hell were you all last night? We had practice in the danger room. Scott nearly burst a blood vessel when you didn't show up."
At Bobby's mention of John, Rogue had torn her eyes away from Remy and spun in her chair to face John. Her eyes narrowed. He backed away slowly, step by step, until he was a step behind Bobby.
Remy, after finishing his food with a contented sigh, sensed the confrontation and was relaxing with a front seat view.
Kurt, at the first sense of blood being spilt, had teleported away. Somewhere safe. He hoped.
Bobby glanced at John behind him and then back at Rogue noticing the animosity in her eyes. Finally seeing her for the first time, his eyes widened. "Wow, nice PJ's Rogue. All your clothes in the wash?" His was the only confused face when Rogue stood and with a death glare, slammed her way out of the kitchen.
"Was it something I said?"
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If you're reading this story I swear it will only take another like 3 seconds to review. People like me live off reviews. We breathe them. So please provide oxygen. (Corny, I know)
A/N: This is my favourite chapter so far.? The formatting is killing me. Aghhhhhh. Why doesn't it upload like I write it? This is the second time I've uploaded it. This is definetly a Ryro.
I'm having a little bit of trouble writing what my mind is seeing so chapter six may be a while in construction.
Chapter Five
Rogue awoke with a start. She wildly looked around, seeking the invisible assailant that attacked her in her dark dreams. She sat back, her violently pounding heart slowing. She saw the time and sprawled across the bed thanking whoever gave her a room to herself.
She sighed, reluctant to face the day. Her daydreams of a quiet and uneventful day were shattered as her door slammed open and John bounded in.
"Rise and shine Roguey, it's time to face another brilliant day.." The rest of his sentence was cut off as a pillow smacked into his entirely too large mouth.
"Auhhh is poor little Roguey suffering after her late night. Poor little lambkins. Does she need a backrub.?" John got no further than a step before he was roughly spun around and shoved out the door, which slammed painfully loud behind him.
Remy lifted an eyebrow as John stood with an inane grin spread across his face.
"Petite in a good mood this morning non?"
"Oh yeah. It's gonna be a cracker. You think I should try again?"
John couldn't help the laughter that escaped at the thought of Rogues reaction if he knocked and asked ever so politely is he could come back in.
"Ya best not be laughing at me Allerdyce." Came the faint words through the closed door.
"Would I ever do that to you Rogue?"
The door was yanked open and John looked into Rogues scowling face.
"Yes ya moron, ya would."
She shoved past him, glared at Remy who was standing in the doorway opposite grinning and stomped down the hallway in her pyjamas.
"Umm Rogue.didn't you forget to do something?"
She turned around with a look that made both the guys glad she was halfway down the hall.
"What?!" she snarled, doing a suspiciously good imitation of Logan on a good day.
Remy looked at John, daring him to do it.
"Umm, clothes."
Rogue didn't even bother gracing it with a reply. She turned around and kept walking.
"Ok. Well that went surprisingly good."
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Down in the kitchen Rogue slumped into a chair and moaned. A faint "Why me? Why me?" was heard by Kurt who was, until then, sitting eating peacefully. He looked up unsure if he should draw the young woman into conversation. When she looked up and he saw the anguished look on her face he was moved to say, " Vhat es wrong Ms Rogue?"
Her head dropped onto her hands and her muffled reply made their way to his sharp ears.
"Ah have ta do an assignment with John."
His shocked eyes widened with sympathy and he softly replied, "It cannot be zhat bad can it?'
Her heart-wrenching wail was his answer.
He looked around helplessly; trying to think of something to do or say that would be of any comfort. His eyes lit upon a cereal box. He grabbed it and a bowl and set them in front of her. When she looked inquiringly at him, he grinned nervously, flashing fang and explained; "Zhey alvays make me feel better."
"Frosted chocolate covered bombs?"
His smile fell. "You do not like thez?"
Her reply was cut short as Remy stumbled into the room, pushed from behind by John who was too scared to go first.
"H'lo petite, Kurt. Ohh, frosted chocolate covered bombs. Remys fav'rit."
With that he sat next to Rogue, grabbed her bowl, the cereal and milk and proceeded to eat, a blissful look covering his face.
As Kurt and Rogue were transfixed by Remys reverential consumption of the sugar filled cereal (Rogue was imaging the terror filled world of a hyperactive Remy.) John was, as silently as possible, edging his way from the doorway toward Rogue. He was the picture of concentration, including the tip of the tongue poking out of his mouth. John had just made it behind her chair without her noticing, when Bobby banged into the room breaking his trance like concentration. Spotting John, Iceman broke into a grin and all but shouted, "John, buddy. Been looking for you. Where the hell were you all last night? We had practice in the danger room. Scott nearly burst a blood vessel when you didn't show up."
At Bobby's mention of John, Rogue had torn her eyes away from Remy and spun in her chair to face John. Her eyes narrowed. He backed away slowly, step by step, until he was a step behind Bobby.
Remy, after finishing his food with a contented sigh, sensed the confrontation and was relaxing with a front seat view.
Kurt, at the first sense of blood being spilt, had teleported away. Somewhere safe. He hoped.
Bobby glanced at John behind him and then back at Rogue noticing the animosity in her eyes. Finally seeing her for the first time, his eyes widened. "Wow, nice PJ's Rogue. All your clothes in the wash?" His was the only confused face when Rogue stood and with a death glare, slammed her way out of the kitchen.
"Was it something I said?"
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If you're reading this story I swear it will only take another like 3 seconds to review. People like me live off reviews. We breathe them. So please provide oxygen. (Corny, I know)
