As We Were
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Review Responses
Ishandahalf—Don't worry. They'll get what they deserve. I never likedBetsy. Possibly because I was introduced to her just randomly popping
into Evo fics like a Mary Sue. And everyone made her so perfect too.
And Ally and Rogue don't like each other. It's just cannon. I hear ya!
RikaTabithaStarr— Awesome possum! Yeah, If you read the above review,
I never really liked Betsy. I rejoiced when she was killed off in the
comics. I'm mean, what can I say? Later on in Evolution, there was speculation that they no longer shared a room. Because, wouldn't Rogue knock Kitty out first when under mind control? Since they're room mates. But in this fic, because the mansion under went expansion, and Rogue and Kitty are much older, it fit for them to no longer share rooms.
DemonRogue13—Yeah, I enjoy torturing characters. Tabby/Amara has
defiantly grown on me. So, why not force it upon my readers?
Star-of-Chaos— Great! Kat decided that when we forced Rocky upon our
friends, and we attempted to go in costumes… (It involved me in a
black t-shirt with a white collared shirt under it, a black skirt,
fishnets, painful shoes, and a towel. Oh, and bad make-up. So it
was pretty bad. But lots of fun!) So, she told me to be Magenta,
and was Columbia. They both have light hair. And my hair does go
very scary ala Magenta when not tamed. Well, not AS BAD as hers.
SickmindedSucker— Yes. Tabby is crushing on a girl. Of course Rogue will! Or will she? Hmm… Yeah, I don't know how I'm
going to have Remy drop Betsy, or vise versa. Remy deserves to get
dumped every once in a while too, ya know. Hm… C
onfusing people is loads of fun! Your fic, though it may be crazy,
is defiantly groovy! A very funny laugh out loud at the ridiculus
predicaments that the X-Men and co get themselves into… Like playing
with ceiling fans on high…
Don't worry. Betsy and Ally have it coming
to them… ASGT, turning fans against Betsy and Ally since the day this
fic started… I'm currently working on writing the 14th chapter on my
laptop, so I'll be updating quite frequently. Possibly every other
day or something like that. I have a lot of free time on my hands,
what with it being summer and all. I only have rehersal for some
plays during the days, so at night (I've been making a habbit of
staying up very late) I'm free to write and make a purse… Even
though the sewing machine that really isn't a sewing machine's
needle is broken… Need to get that replaced… [/ramble]
Lancitty92— I will most likely have some themes of Lancitty.
Flashback sequences, or I may just pull a Red Witch and have
Kitty not be able to decide between the two. Kiotr (Kitty and
Piotr/Colossus) is cannon in the comics. But I'll see what I can
do to appease you.
Witch-Uk—Yay! I would say 'Woot! A new reviewer!' But this fic is new,
there for most of the reviewers are still new. Making sense?
I'm updating! I'm updating!
"YACK!" A loud yell was heard followed by a thud around 11 AM the next morning.
"Watch where you're tripping!" Ally's angry voice came.
"Sorry!" Rogue yelled back. "Not mah fault ya'll decided to sleep right by the staircase!"
"It's too early to get up," Lorna mumbled, turning around so she could try to get more sleep.
"Where were you anyway?" Mindee asked, having almost avoided Rogue's trip over Ally.
"At a movie," Rogue explained.
"What movie?" Celeste asked.
"Full o' questions, aren't we p'tites?" The five girls nodded. "An' what happened 'ere? A slumber party and Remy wasn't invited?" Remy looked at his girlfriend, who was slowly getting up.
Maybe for my birthday, eh, luv? Betsy telepathed over to Remy. Remy got an evil glint in his eye, but didn't reply.
"GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM!" Betsy's angry voice yelled through the bathroom door an hour later.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT TAKES TO GET THIS MAKEUP OFF?" Rogue yelled back. "AND THE HAIR DYE!"
"YOU SLEPT IN YOUR MAKEUP?!" Betsy yelled.
"Yes," Rogue said, opening the door up, clutching a towel around herself. "Bathroom's free, but watch out, still some dye on tha bottom of tha shower."
"Are you saying that you dye your hair?" Betsy asked, raising an eyebrow.
"A bright red, for Rocky," Rogue said, pushing past Betsy carefully. "And it washes out… Unlike yours."
"Ooh! You'll pay for that, bitch!" Besty said angrily as she slammed the door shut. Rogue just rolled her eyes and walked down the hall into her room. Once in her room, she shut the door, grabbed a pair of clean clothes out of her closet, and started to remove her towel. Well, until she saw someone in her mirror.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Rogue shrieked, it was a very Dianne Keaton moment, as Rogue quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around herself once more.
"Nice show dere, Roguey," Remy smirked from Rogue's bed.
"How tha hell did ya git in here?" Rogue gasped, blushing to the roots of her hair.
"I opened de door an' sat on y' bed an' waited fer you," Remy explained, shuffling a deck of cards. He held one out. "Y' kept this?" It was the Queen of Hearts that Remy had given her after their adventure in New Orleans.
"Ya went in mah diary!?" Rogue gasped. Than her annoyance turned to embarrassment. "How far did you read?" She glared at Remy.
"No need t' get worried dere," Remy said, putting his hands up in an 'I surrender' gesture. "Jus' t' de part where y' were talkin' about how y' were glad dat 'Remy decided to kidnap me and take me to New Orleans. It made me realize how much I appreciate my family at the Institute, especially Kurt, and Logan, and Scott. I mean, sounds stupid and all, but Scott, despite a crush I'm LONG since over, you can quote me on that, has always been really nice to me and gone out of his way to make me feel comfortable. Kurt and Logan for obvious reasons. Well, that and the fact that Gambit's kinda cute…' Dat's how far, den Roguey decided t' give Remy a lil' peep show."
"ASSHOLE!" Rogue yelled, launching herself at Remy.
"Watch it!" Remy said, easily side stepping Rogue, so she landed on her bed. Remy leaned over her.
"Remember what happened last time?" Rogue glared at Remy. "Don' want cha girlfriend gettin' angry with ya, 'specially b'fore her birthday."
"Rogue," Remy said, leaning back. His tone was gentle, yet stern.
"You best be leavin', Ah gotta git dressed," Rogue said, sitting up and biting her lip.
"Rogue," Remy said firmly again, pushing her back down. "Listen' t' Remy. He knows y' don' like 'im like dat. 'Specialy cause dat be tre' years ago, an' if y' kept a crush dat long, Remy'd be impressed, an' y're like mon lil' sister, an' I could never let anyting happen t' you," Remy said, standing up and leaving the room. Rogue just laid on her bed a few minutes longer, thinking about all that had just happened.
Remy had read her diary, and found out that she used to like him. He also said that he knew that Rogue didn't like him 'like that,' which was a complete and utter lie. And Remy also just said that he would never go out with Rogue, because he valued her too much as a friend, if you read between the lines, of course. Shaking her head, Rogue got up and put on her clothes like she had originally planed. This time devoid of any obnoxious, but utterly sexy people looking at her changing.
Dinner was loud as usual. Long ago, okay, nine months ago, the Institute had gone under some cheap construction. Cheap meaning everything was handled by it's residents. Bulldosing by Sam, Tabby, Scott and Remy, heavy lifting by Piotr, Rogue, and Roberto, metal wielding by Lorna and Amara, lumber provided by X23, and Logan, and various other jobs such as bringing things to high places by Kurt, Jay, and such and such. The lumber and metal was provided by some mysterious man called Warren Worthington the 3rd.
So now, the dining room was one of the largest rooms in the house, and consisted of two long tables. One table was devoted to the older X-Men, and the other to the younger ones. Most of the X-Men ignored this rule, as Xavier didn't exactly re-inforce it, and also due to the fact that many of the X-Men chatted with whoever was closest, and didn't have many rivalries. If only he could say the same for Rogue, Betsy and Ally. Betsy and Ally were good friends, and both of them shared the hate of Rogue.
As was mentioned earlier, Ally hated Rogue from the beginning, but with Besty, it was a gradual thing. Betsy had joined about a month after Remy and had clicked with Rogue right away. But as soon as Betsy started taking an interest in Remy, Rogue became more protective of him. Sounds stupid, right? But slowly and slowly, the girls started drifting apart over Remy. Betsy claimed it was because Rogue was a stuck up bitch, and funnily enough, Rogue claimed the same about Betsy.
"So, Elizabeth," Professor Xavier said, calling Betsy by her real first name. "What is it you had in mind for your birthday?"
"Nothing too big," Betsy said, "Just a small little get-together with cake and ice cream for everyone here."
"That an' tha' fact that she doesn't know of any caterers who'll cater to mutants," Rogue muttered. Jean shot Rogue a dirty look from down the table.
Don't worry, I agree with you, Rogue heard Emma's voice in her head.
Me too, Sage agreed. Rogue just shook her head. She had meant for the comment to be quiet. Not loud so everyone and their uncle could hear it.
"Well, that sounds quite nice, Elizabeth," Xavier nodded. "What type of food shall I plan on getting?"
"Chinese would be nice," Betsy smiled. A few had to restrain giggles due to Betsy's Asian looks, and her wish for Chinese food. Tsk tsk, you guys, it's not funny!
"And what type of cake?"
"Chocolate, with vanilla frosting," Betsy smiled. "And no offense, sir, but it would be best if you didn't let Kitty cook it." The tables chuckled at the memory. A few months ago, Kitty had offered to make Jean's cake. Jean, being the nice person she was, agreed, stupidly thinking that Kitty's cooking had been better. Long story short, the institute spent the entire night with their head in the toilet.
"The cake wasn't that bad!" Kitty protested.
"Ja, sure," Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Urugh!" Kitty humped and went back to picking at her potatoes that Ororo had cooked. Dinner continued on as normal, occasional outbreaks of powers over who got the last of the bread, and such. So, everyone trooped up to bed later that night, very tired.
Rogue sat bolt up right in a cold sweat. She glanced to her alarm clock… 1 AM. Finding that she couldn't fall back asleep, Rogue gingerly crept out of bed.
"Remy?" A small voice came from Remy's doorway.
"Quoi?" Remy mumbled, rolling over, trying to fall back asleep.
"Ah had a nightmare."
"Oh, it's jus' you, Roguey," Remy said glancing at his alarm clock. "What do y' want me t' do about it?"
"An' Ah can't get back t' sleep."
"What are y'? Two?" Remy raised an eyebrow. "Climb in," Remy said, patting the spot next to him. Rogue padded over to him, and Remy tried his best not to notice that she was wearing a very flattering baby doll like type of pajamas that Kitty had bought Rogue as a joke for her birthday two years ago when she and Tessa started getting a hang on her powers.
"Thank you," Rogue mumbled.
"Mmhmmm. Now go t' sleep."
"But if Ah'm a two year old, then ya're gonna hafta tell meh a story," Rogue teased.
"Just go to sleep," Remy mumbled.
"Fine." But Remy was already asleep.