As We Were
Disclamier: Have you seen my partner? He's 6 feet tall and wearing canary yellow.
Review Response:
Pandora's Sorrow— Thank you so much! Hm... No, but I have something like that planned ahead. A chapter in Remy's point of view... Hm... Possibly. It won't be obnoxiating like the fics that switch POV every five seconds. Or a chapter that focuses on Remy. Yes. That's what I should do! I'm having slight writers block right now, trying to work on chapter 14. Remy centric chapter. Would that work for you? Rogue's gonna kick serious ass as the fic goes on. Don't worry!
X-TREME X-23—No, it has no importance, just so she could sleep with Remy. TV isn't a bad thing! I only watch... a few shows on TV, being Evolution, (canceled. Meh.) SNL, Daria, and Degrassi. Oh, and Cowboy Bebop. But no one really cares, now do they?
Ishandahalf— I have never been able to pronounce your name. If I didn't know that Betsy switched bodies with a bikini-model ninja skank, I would also agree she dyed her hair. Then again, I've had purple hair. The first day of 7th grade. I was also wearing Ambercrombie. I hate that store. Only my hair was done in streaks. And was cool. I've also had pink tips, and black streaks (permanent!) and full blue, but it washed out as it was semi- permanent, and it looked green. Take that! And that! And that! Oh, and some of that too! You smell a catfight by the strong amount of catnip, or Sabertooth in the area. Or you just see a really cute little cat that you just want to huggle and snuggled, and take home...Oh, rambling about my kitty. Rogue is crushed, Rogue is crushed. Rogue is crushed... To quote this random play I'm in, like a penny on a railroad track. Death to the wenches! Woohoo!
Pomegranate Queen—I can't spell pomegranate. I can't do a lot of things right now, but one thing I can do is thank you for your review! They mean a bajillion and a half cookies to me, so... Aw is right!
Star-of-Chaos—Oh, she'll think of a way. Don't worry. Or if she doesn't... I will! Behold! The powers of the Author!
DemonicGambit—Um... Why he didn't read her a bed time story... Ah... when I wrote this, it was late, and I didn't have the time or energy to think up a bed time story. I'm tired right now, as we speak.
Lancitty92—Your [cheese] kind words make my heart tingly with glee! [/cheese.] Okay, I'm cutting that out now. Happy pills are still on from my play... God... I have to say the word 'aminals,' I have to say it three times. I will never recover.
DemonRogue13—I haven't read any in which Betsy is a bitch. But we all know she is.
Rage-girl-05—As we all know she is. A stuck up bitch. Evidence: Her name is Elizabeth Braddock. That spells out bitch. And some other evidence that I haven't found out yet. Oh, yeah, that and the fact she is.
RikaTabithaStarr—Low, yes. But it is so something Remy would do. He's just like that. Sexy, but such an ass. I would kill him if he read my diary. Well, that happened to me once. It was my OLD diary, from 6th grade, and my guy friend/crush, Fletcher, went into my room and stole it, locked himself in a bathroom and read it. I was practically in tears. Actually, my friends threw it at him, and he didn't apologize. My other friend, Lindsay, pointed out that he didn't have to read it, but he did. He's an ass.
Light crept in Remy's room through a crack in the blinds. Remy had the urge to blow the blinds up, but then realized that if he blew up the blinds, there would be more sunlight, which caused his problem. Slowly, Remy opened his eyes. ERUCK! He was greeted by the sight of his best friend wrapped tightly in his arms. Last night came back to him. Rogue had wandered in saying that she had nightmares, and Remy offered his bed up. Remy weighed his options again. Get up and disturb a Rogue who hadn't gotten too much sleep, or not get up and lay here to an awkward conversation afterwards. Too late.
"G'mornin'," Rogue mumbled sleepily, not opening her eyes.
"Mornin' t' you too," Remy said. Rogue opened her eyes to see Remy grinning at her.
"Ah'm still asleep," Rogue said, closing her eyes again. "An' when Ah wake up-" Remy cut her off.
"Y' sound like y' did three years ago."
"Ah know Ah do," Rogue still hadn't opened her eyes. "Did anythin' happen las' night?"
"Y' delusional?" Remy asked. "Y'came in here complaining about nightmares, so Remy let y' sleep. An' 'sides, I couldn't cheat on Betsy on 'er birthday, no matter how much I may have wanted t'."
"Shut up," Rogue said, her eyes finally open.
"Meh," Remy said, sitting up and stretching.
"Speakin' o' Elizabeth Braddock," Rogue mocked. "Whatcha' gonna give her fer her birthday? An' betta yet, do Ah wanna know tha answer?" Remy laughed.
"Depends. Should Remy give y' the details after?"
"Shut up!" Rogue yelled.
"Hey, Roguey, how'd y' manage t'..." Remy trailed off.
"Oh... Ah... It's kinda a funny story, hehehe," Rogue giggled weakly.
"Come on, tell Remy, 'e's your best friend."
"Yes, you are. Fine, fine. I'll tell you. About two years ago, when Tessa joined, around mah birthday, she approached Xavier about mah powers. So we agreed that twice a month Ah would absorb her an' slowly upgrade mah powers so Ah could touch. Ah can only manage for half an hour without faintin' o' severe exhaustion. That answer ya question?"
"Non, because y' aren't exhausted o' fainted."
"If it was tha' middle o' tha night... Oh, hell, that doesn't work... Um... Ah have no clue. But don' tell anyone that ya'll know about this. It's a secret, kay?" Remy just nodded in agreement, before resolving to go bug Sage about this later.
"Y' know what I t'ink?"
"Do Ah have a choice?"
"Non. I t'ink dat y' can touch longer den y' want t' let on. 9 hours, y' were 'sleep, Rogue."
"No need ta get suspicious!" Rogue said. "Talk t' Sage an' Hank 'bout it, they'll know."
"Don' worry, Remy will. Now if y'll 'cuse 'im, Remy's gotta go get dressed," So, Remy got up and walked towards the closet. He cast a look back at Rogue, still on his bed. "If y' wanna show, Remy don' mind," This sent Rogue off, as she threw a pillow at him. It hit him in the stomach. Remy prepared for it to hurt like hell, but when he was only hit with a soft 'thud,' he looked at Rogue confusedly. Rogue just shook her head and exited stage left.
"Happy birthday!" If Rogue had to listen to one more person say that at breakfast to Betsy, she would just scream.
"Happy birthday!" Well, instead of screaming, Rogue calmly stood up and walked out of the room.
"What's eating her?" Betsy asked, taking a bite of her bagel.
"She's going to call Wanda," Sage observed. "Don't be such a bitch, Betsy."
"Hey, Sagey," Remy said, catching Sage's elbow as she reached across the table for a cup of yogurt. "Can I talk t' y' for a minute?"
"Isn't that what you're doing now?" Sage asked, looking at Remy.
"In private," Remy said, shooting a fleeting glance around the room.
"Sure, what about?"
"Um... It's about Betsy's birthday present..." Remy said, obviously lying. Luckily for him, Tessa caught on.
"Oh, yeah, sure," Sage nodded and stood up. Remy followed her out of the room into the library.
"So, what's this really about?" Sage asked, looking at Remy once he had secured the doors shut.
"It's about Rogue."
"Ahaha!"
"What's that for?"
"Nothing. Now, what about Rogue?"
"Well, last night, well, technically dis mornin', but we're not goin' dere, she came into my room, complain' about nightmares, so bein' de good Remy dat I am, I let her crawl in wit' me. Now, don' worry, notin' happened. But, de strange t'ing is dat her powers didn' work. She tol' me dis mornin' dat y' two were workin' on it, but she could only do it fer half an hour, after two years, but when we woke up dis mornin', I wasn't dead. What happened?"
"That," Sage said. "Is a good question."
"So do y' have an answer?"
"Nope, sorry. But I'll have Hank look into it."
"Well, t'anks fer de help," Remy said as Tessa left the library.
"Hello? Pietro Maximoff sex god here, how may I help you?"
"Damn it, Pietro! Give tha phone ta Wanda!" Rogue yelled angrily at Pietro.
"Relax. I'll get her," Pietro set down the phone and raced off to get Wanda. Literally ten seconds later, Wanda picked up the phone.
"Hello?" She asked in a bored tone.
"Wanda, s'me."
"Hey, Rogue. Why are you calling me?" Wanda asked, looking at her watch.
"Oh, wow, Ah feel tha' love," Rogue's tone sounded sarcastic.
"Seriously, why?"
"Ah'll give ya three guesses which telepath's birthday it is, an' tha first two don' count."
"Oh! I love this game!" Wanda said, giggling slightly. "Um... Jean?"
"No."
"Sage?"
"Ah wouldn't be mad if it was her birthday," Rogue said.
"True," Wanda replied. Rogue and Sage were pretty close. "Um... Baldies?"
"Wanda, are ya aware that that was three guesses, an all three were wrong?"
"I'm just losing my touch," Wanda said. Just then, a knock on the door sounded. "Hang on for a second, okay?" Wanda placed the phone to her chest to block out the sound. "Who is it?"
"Your lover!" The reply came in a distict Australian accent came from the other side of the door.
"Come in! I'm on the phone with Rogue," Wanda said, opening the door with her almighty powers.
"HEY ROGUEY!" John yelled into the phone.
"Hi John," Came Rogue's muffled reply.
"Johnny, can you do me a favor?" Wanda asked, looking at her boyfriend.
"What?"
"Go get me some ice cream, I'm starving!" John nodded and walked off to do his beloved's bidding. "So, who's birthday is it?" Wanda asked into the phone.
"Our favorite person in tha world, who isn't Dazzler."
"Ah, Braddock."
"Ya got it, sugah."
"Pip, pip, Cherrios, Captain Crunch," Wanda smiled.
"Ah aughta try that on her. Couldn't wait ta see tha look on her face," Rogue said.
"Groovy," Wanda said for lack of better words.
"What are ya on? Groovy?"
"What can I say? I've been hanging out with my baby's daddy's friend a bit too long."
"Translation?"
"Oh, before Rocky on Saturday, I was doing John's makeup, and one thing lead to another, and soon he got this weird idea that I was in love with Kurt, and that I was bearing his love child." Wanda explained.
"An' how does this have anythin' ta do with the groovy?"
"Forge."
"Ah, say no more."
"Listen, Rogue, I've gotta go, call me if you survive Betsy's 23rd!"
"Let's hope I do," Rogue listened a few seconds longer, before hanging up the phone.
"ROGUE!" The shrill voice of Kitty came waking Rogue from her thoughts.
"WHAT?" Rogue yelled back.
"YOUR TURN TO HELP IN THE DANGER ROOM WITH THE NEWEST RECRUITS!" Yes, the newest recruits, the name the X-Men had given the newest batch of recruits, since the former New Recruits, now known as X-Factor, became X-Factor. And the group formerly known as the New Recruits were no longer new recruits, but full X-Men, the newest new recruits got the name. Confused?
"COMIN'!" Rogue yelled back at Kitty, before grudgingly zipping into her uniform. Her uniform now was a much more sophisticated uniform. An off the shoulder, for lack of better words, one piece, with a long trench coat, boots, and fingerless gloves. And she was out the door.
Disclamier: Have you seen my partner? He's 6 feet tall and wearing canary yellow.
Review Response:
Pandora's Sorrow— Thank you so much! Hm... No, but I have something like that planned ahead. A chapter in Remy's point of view... Hm... Possibly. It won't be obnoxiating like the fics that switch POV every five seconds. Or a chapter that focuses on Remy. Yes. That's what I should do! I'm having slight writers block right now, trying to work on chapter 14. Remy centric chapter. Would that work for you? Rogue's gonna kick serious ass as the fic goes on. Don't worry!
X-TREME X-23—No, it has no importance, just so she could sleep with Remy. TV isn't a bad thing! I only watch... a few shows on TV, being Evolution, (canceled. Meh.) SNL, Daria, and Degrassi. Oh, and Cowboy Bebop. But no one really cares, now do they?
Ishandahalf— I have never been able to pronounce your name. If I didn't know that Betsy switched bodies with a bikini-model ninja skank, I would also agree she dyed her hair. Then again, I've had purple hair. The first day of 7th grade. I was also wearing Ambercrombie. I hate that store. Only my hair was done in streaks. And was cool. I've also had pink tips, and black streaks (permanent!) and full blue, but it washed out as it was semi- permanent, and it looked green. Take that! And that! And that! Oh, and some of that too! You smell a catfight by the strong amount of catnip, or Sabertooth in the area. Or you just see a really cute little cat that you just want to huggle and snuggled, and take home...Oh, rambling about my kitty. Rogue is crushed, Rogue is crushed. Rogue is crushed... To quote this random play I'm in, like a penny on a railroad track. Death to the wenches! Woohoo!
Pomegranate Queen—I can't spell pomegranate. I can't do a lot of things right now, but one thing I can do is thank you for your review! They mean a bajillion and a half cookies to me, so... Aw is right!
Star-of-Chaos—Oh, she'll think of a way. Don't worry. Or if she doesn't... I will! Behold! The powers of the Author!
DemonicGambit—Um... Why he didn't read her a bed time story... Ah... when I wrote this, it was late, and I didn't have the time or energy to think up a bed time story. I'm tired right now, as we speak.
Lancitty92—Your [cheese] kind words make my heart tingly with glee! [/cheese.] Okay, I'm cutting that out now. Happy pills are still on from my play... God... I have to say the word 'aminals,' I have to say it three times. I will never recover.
DemonRogue13—I haven't read any in which Betsy is a bitch. But we all know she is.
Rage-girl-05—As we all know she is. A stuck up bitch. Evidence: Her name is Elizabeth Braddock. That spells out bitch. And some other evidence that I haven't found out yet. Oh, yeah, that and the fact she is.
RikaTabithaStarr—Low, yes. But it is so something Remy would do. He's just like that. Sexy, but such an ass. I would kill him if he read my diary. Well, that happened to me once. It was my OLD diary, from 6th grade, and my guy friend/crush, Fletcher, went into my room and stole it, locked himself in a bathroom and read it. I was practically in tears. Actually, my friends threw it at him, and he didn't apologize. My other friend, Lindsay, pointed out that he didn't have to read it, but he did. He's an ass.
Light crept in Remy's room through a crack in the blinds. Remy had the urge to blow the blinds up, but then realized that if he blew up the blinds, there would be more sunlight, which caused his problem. Slowly, Remy opened his eyes. ERUCK! He was greeted by the sight of his best friend wrapped tightly in his arms. Last night came back to him. Rogue had wandered in saying that she had nightmares, and Remy offered his bed up. Remy weighed his options again. Get up and disturb a Rogue who hadn't gotten too much sleep, or not get up and lay here to an awkward conversation afterwards. Too late.
"G'mornin'," Rogue mumbled sleepily, not opening her eyes.
"Mornin' t' you too," Remy said. Rogue opened her eyes to see Remy grinning at her.
"Ah'm still asleep," Rogue said, closing her eyes again. "An' when Ah wake up-" Remy cut her off.
"Y' sound like y' did three years ago."
"Ah know Ah do," Rogue still hadn't opened her eyes. "Did anythin' happen las' night?"
"Y' delusional?" Remy asked. "Y'came in here complaining about nightmares, so Remy let y' sleep. An' 'sides, I couldn't cheat on Betsy on 'er birthday, no matter how much I may have wanted t'."
"Shut up," Rogue said, her eyes finally open.
"Meh," Remy said, sitting up and stretching.
"Speakin' o' Elizabeth Braddock," Rogue mocked. "Whatcha' gonna give her fer her birthday? An' betta yet, do Ah wanna know tha answer?" Remy laughed.
"Depends. Should Remy give y' the details after?"
"Shut up!" Rogue yelled.
"Hey, Roguey, how'd y' manage t'..." Remy trailed off.
"Oh... Ah... It's kinda a funny story, hehehe," Rogue giggled weakly.
"Come on, tell Remy, 'e's your best friend."
"Yes, you are. Fine, fine. I'll tell you. About two years ago, when Tessa joined, around mah birthday, she approached Xavier about mah powers. So we agreed that twice a month Ah would absorb her an' slowly upgrade mah powers so Ah could touch. Ah can only manage for half an hour without faintin' o' severe exhaustion. That answer ya question?"
"Non, because y' aren't exhausted o' fainted."
"If it was tha' middle o' tha night... Oh, hell, that doesn't work... Um... Ah have no clue. But don' tell anyone that ya'll know about this. It's a secret, kay?" Remy just nodded in agreement, before resolving to go bug Sage about this later.
"Y' know what I t'ink?"
"Do Ah have a choice?"
"Non. I t'ink dat y' can touch longer den y' want t' let on. 9 hours, y' were 'sleep, Rogue."
"No need ta get suspicious!" Rogue said. "Talk t' Sage an' Hank 'bout it, they'll know."
"Don' worry, Remy will. Now if y'll 'cuse 'im, Remy's gotta go get dressed," So, Remy got up and walked towards the closet. He cast a look back at Rogue, still on his bed. "If y' wanna show, Remy don' mind," This sent Rogue off, as she threw a pillow at him. It hit him in the stomach. Remy prepared for it to hurt like hell, but when he was only hit with a soft 'thud,' he looked at Rogue confusedly. Rogue just shook her head and exited stage left.
"Happy birthday!" If Rogue had to listen to one more person say that at breakfast to Betsy, she would just scream.
"Happy birthday!" Well, instead of screaming, Rogue calmly stood up and walked out of the room.
"What's eating her?" Betsy asked, taking a bite of her bagel.
"She's going to call Wanda," Sage observed. "Don't be such a bitch, Betsy."
"Hey, Sagey," Remy said, catching Sage's elbow as she reached across the table for a cup of yogurt. "Can I talk t' y' for a minute?"
"Isn't that what you're doing now?" Sage asked, looking at Remy.
"In private," Remy said, shooting a fleeting glance around the room.
"Sure, what about?"
"Um... It's about Betsy's birthday present..." Remy said, obviously lying. Luckily for him, Tessa caught on.
"Oh, yeah, sure," Sage nodded and stood up. Remy followed her out of the room into the library.
"So, what's this really about?" Sage asked, looking at Remy once he had secured the doors shut.
"It's about Rogue."
"Ahaha!"
"What's that for?"
"Nothing. Now, what about Rogue?"
"Well, last night, well, technically dis mornin', but we're not goin' dere, she came into my room, complain' about nightmares, so bein' de good Remy dat I am, I let her crawl in wit' me. Now, don' worry, notin' happened. But, de strange t'ing is dat her powers didn' work. She tol' me dis mornin' dat y' two were workin' on it, but she could only do it fer half an hour, after two years, but when we woke up dis mornin', I wasn't dead. What happened?"
"That," Sage said. "Is a good question."
"So do y' have an answer?"
"Nope, sorry. But I'll have Hank look into it."
"Well, t'anks fer de help," Remy said as Tessa left the library.
"Hello? Pietro Maximoff sex god here, how may I help you?"
"Damn it, Pietro! Give tha phone ta Wanda!" Rogue yelled angrily at Pietro.
"Relax. I'll get her," Pietro set down the phone and raced off to get Wanda. Literally ten seconds later, Wanda picked up the phone.
"Hello?" She asked in a bored tone.
"Wanda, s'me."
"Hey, Rogue. Why are you calling me?" Wanda asked, looking at her watch.
"Oh, wow, Ah feel tha' love," Rogue's tone sounded sarcastic.
"Seriously, why?"
"Ah'll give ya three guesses which telepath's birthday it is, an' tha first two don' count."
"Oh! I love this game!" Wanda said, giggling slightly. "Um... Jean?"
"No."
"Sage?"
"Ah wouldn't be mad if it was her birthday," Rogue said.
"True," Wanda replied. Rogue and Sage were pretty close. "Um... Baldies?"
"Wanda, are ya aware that that was three guesses, an all three were wrong?"
"I'm just losing my touch," Wanda said. Just then, a knock on the door sounded. "Hang on for a second, okay?" Wanda placed the phone to her chest to block out the sound. "Who is it?"
"Your lover!" The reply came in a distict Australian accent came from the other side of the door.
"Come in! I'm on the phone with Rogue," Wanda said, opening the door with her almighty powers.
"HEY ROGUEY!" John yelled into the phone.
"Hi John," Came Rogue's muffled reply.
"Johnny, can you do me a favor?" Wanda asked, looking at her boyfriend.
"What?"
"Go get me some ice cream, I'm starving!" John nodded and walked off to do his beloved's bidding. "So, who's birthday is it?" Wanda asked into the phone.
"Our favorite person in tha world, who isn't Dazzler."
"Ah, Braddock."
"Ya got it, sugah."
"Pip, pip, Cherrios, Captain Crunch," Wanda smiled.
"Ah aughta try that on her. Couldn't wait ta see tha look on her face," Rogue said.
"Groovy," Wanda said for lack of better words.
"What are ya on? Groovy?"
"What can I say? I've been hanging out with my baby's daddy's friend a bit too long."
"Translation?"
"Oh, before Rocky on Saturday, I was doing John's makeup, and one thing lead to another, and soon he got this weird idea that I was in love with Kurt, and that I was bearing his love child." Wanda explained.
"An' how does this have anythin' ta do with the groovy?"
"Forge."
"Ah, say no more."
"Listen, Rogue, I've gotta go, call me if you survive Betsy's 23rd!"
"Let's hope I do," Rogue listened a few seconds longer, before hanging up the phone.
"ROGUE!" The shrill voice of Kitty came waking Rogue from her thoughts.
"WHAT?" Rogue yelled back.
"YOUR TURN TO HELP IN THE DANGER ROOM WITH THE NEWEST RECRUITS!" Yes, the newest recruits, the name the X-Men had given the newest batch of recruits, since the former New Recruits, now known as X-Factor, became X-Factor. And the group formerly known as the New Recruits were no longer new recruits, but full X-Men, the newest new recruits got the name. Confused?
"COMIN'!" Rogue yelled back at Kitty, before grudgingly zipping into her uniform. Her uniform now was a much more sophisticated uniform. An off the shoulder, for lack of better words, one piece, with a long trench coat, boots, and fingerless gloves. And she was out the door.