Dandelions: 1000 X-Men: 1
Disclaimer: The X-Men aren't mineā¦and no matter how hard I wish, they never will be.
Author's Note: This chapter is also dedicated to my sis for being so great as to type it for me. I've had far too much other typing to add to my load. This chapter's kinda short but it had to be. The story is almost done, and the end chapters will be longer, so I'm sure that will make up for the lack. Read, Review and Enjoy!
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Chapter 17
*** Outside with Gambit***
Gambit leaned malevolently against a tree. He ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. He was furious with himself for falling into Rogue's trap. He should have known better, but it was too late for regrets, he had bigger problems. He still needed to rid himself of the horrid weeds that taunted him. Once he was rid of them he would be able to be his normal suave and aloof self. The only question was how; how could he get rid of them in one foul swoop? The Cajun reached for a cigarette and lit it, in reflex. He began to ponder a plan, when his concentration was interrupted by Logan.
" Everyone 'round here is goin' insane." Wolverine said more out of the need to say it then the want of having a conversation with the thief.
" Got any specific examples? 'Cause Gambit a little fuzzy on dat subject."
"Well, Cyke's fighting Jean with an army of dandelions, Nightcrawler and Beast are sobbing and asking the flowers for forgiveness for their cruelty. And Rogue and Jubes are laughing hysterically."
" Gambit agree da first two got t' be insane, but Rogue an' Jubes are jus' laughin' at moi. Dey messed wit' Gambit an' won, unfortunately."
" Ha." Wolverine couldn't help but snicker at the though of the Cajun being duped by his so-called chere. "Well then, maybe they'll help us." Gambit cocked his head toward the rugged Canadian, his interested now sparked. " I need some help endin' this dandelion craze. If we don't kill all these weeds now, then this assignment is never gonna get done. And even though I was enjoying the new use for these claws o' mine, I have better things t' do then gardenin'"
" So, what do y' have planned?"
"Don' really have a plan. You looked like you were working on one, figured maybe you'd have one."
Gambit took a long drag from his cigarette and exhaled slowly returning to his previous line of thought. His gaze wandered, catching on the embers at the end of his cigarette.
"Yea, Gambit got 'n idea. But de girls probably won' help us."
"I'm sure we could beat those yuppies without 'em."
Gambit explained his plan to Wolverine, who was impressed and approved the idea instantly. They both then strode off with roguish grins to carry out their weed massacre.
