Disclamier: Yes, that's right, the points are like the Swiss Army, they don't matter.
Review Response:
Ishandahalf—No problem! What song will it sing? How will it be dressed? There will be starring at Betsy, but that's only because Remy think's she's the sexiest thing on two legs, besides himself, and because everyone else just is forced to. DEATH TO THE WENCHES! I'm short on words right now because I'm starving to death. Gotta get something to eat.
X-TREME X-23-- Yeah, Trent is either A) high, or B) or well... half asleep. He's always sleeping! Remy is defiantly cuter, though Trent may be pretty damn cute! Yes, feel free to use the bathroom, and don't forget to wash your hands! God, that was so cheesy and stupid. I sound like one of those signs at McDonalds that say 'Dirty hands spread disease, wash them.' Well, that is also the sign in the Kindergarten room at my school. Well, one of the campuses at my school... Meh.
RikaTabithaStarr—I don't know how long it would take the Original X-Men to get through it. Hm... If I feel like it, I may put them up to it. Or... Better yet... Get the newest recruits to "accidentally" lock them in the DR session. Yep, Betsy's party is next, so... Yayishness!
Star-of-Chaos—That comment was inspired by when I wore my sexy black leather trenchcoat, that has really big shoulders because I took out the shoulder pads, and isn't fitted to school, and wore it the entire day and some stupid guys started calling me "Trini-Shea," Because Shea is my real name.
Enchantedlight—Ooe! New reviewer! Yay! Thanks so much for your review! They mean a helluva lot to me!
Pyro Lady—Kill Betsy? I don't think I'm going to /kill/ her exactly. Just maim her beyond any recognizable form. I think. Don't worry. I'm taking this slow, but I can tell you this: In chapter 15, Remy really starts thinking about Rogue, with a little help from his friends. Not from an English speaking country, eh? Cool beans. Where're you from? Donde' vives? That was my little bit of Spanish, just in case you speak Spanish. I'm going into my...6th year of speaking it... And I suck at it.
I Heart The Distillers—Yet another new reviewer! Awesome possum! I actually may introduce Jono. But I can't promise anything. If he does show up, he'll show up with a few other characters that I've forgotten/ignored. I hate when people make Betsy a Mary-Sue. So that's why I've never really liked her, just because of how she's been introduced in a bunch of evo fics. I read a really good one that was more Rogue centric that had her in it. She wasn't too Mary-Sueish in that one. But she's a complex character, what with body-switching to Ninja girl and everything. In this one random old comic I have, she had like... video camera eyes. It confused me.
Pandora's Sorrow—Don't worry. I just like the Newest Recruits, but it won't be to centric around them. They'll just pop up every once in a while. I do have Wanda mention Lorna in a chapter later, but that's just once. Besty, oh, yes, do not worry! Rogue is twenty currently, Wanda's 22, John's 23, and Remy's 26. Just add three years to everybody's age in evo. So... Yeah. Even though the ages vary from writer to writer.
Pomegranet Queen—I know. It's right up there up there with dying on the toilet. Ala Elvis. Or... Um... Ah... choking to death on a ball point pen, slipping on a rubber duckie. And then falling down an infinite hole of DOOM!
DemonicGambit—Yes, it's one of my favorite pastimes. Did I just say pastimes? Oh, god, someone hit me with some large, heavy object. But not too hard. Because I know you all want me to update.
Oh, Johnny," Wanda called.
"Yes?"
"Wanna go crash a party?"
"Ooh, where?" John asked, obviously intriqued.
"X-Geek manor. Something tells me Rogue's gonna need some help."
"Why?"
"It's Braddock's birthday."
"Sounds like a plan! Let's go! Oh, but Wanda?"
"Yes, John?"
"Leave the eyeliner at home."
Rogue didn't want to dress up too much for Betsy's little gala. So, she opted for fishnets, a black skirt, a green Rocky Horror tank top, and long black gloves.
"Lookin' hot," Remy said from the doorway. Rogue turned around and fixed him with an evil glare.
"Thank ya," Rogue smiled.
"An' what about me?" Remy turned around so Rogue could get the full look. He was wearing black pants, and a button up black t-shirt that didn't button up all the way.
"You look like you usually do," Rogue said as Remy smiled. "Like trash."
"Are y' gonna put shoes on?" Remy asked, ignoring her comment.
"Yeah, mah boots," Rogue said, pulling them on.
"Oh, y' stripper boots?"
"Only t' match your stripper pole."
"Burn…" Remy muttered.
"Ah'm sure ya could borrow them if ya asked nicely."
"No t'anks, dey'ed clash with m' g-string." Remy smiled as Rogue giggled.
"Shall we?" Rogue asked, holding out her hand to Remy.
"Lead the way." With that, the two walked out the door.
"And here she is! The woman of the hour!" Hank said, smiling as Betsy descended the staircase. She was wearing a purple and yellow dress that showed off her figure nicely.
"When will they git here?" Rogue mumbled, standing by the punch bowl. Sure, Betsy hadn't wanted a huge thing, but it turned out to be bigger than expected. Not like she didn't mind. Why? Because she loved having everyone's eyes on her, and the more people there, the better.
"Who get here?" Kitty asked, her light turquoise and pink dress shimmered in the light.
"No one," Rogue said, lying through her teeth.
"You're lyink," Kurt noted, looking very nice in khakis and a maroon golf shirt.
"So?" Rogue asked, taking a sip of punch. "Ah'm a compulsive liar." Kitty and Kurt just shook their heads.
"Whatever," Kitty then turned to Kurt. "Kurt, can you like, help me go find Piotr?"
"Sure, vhy not?" Kurt and Kitty walked off. When Piotr first came to the institute, Kurt was annoyed that Kitty had a crush on him. But slowly, he got over it, and now gladly accepted Kitty and Piotr's relationship. And after all, he defiantly believed it was better than Kitty's relationship with Lance.
BringBrong! The sound could only be attributed to one thing. The doorbell.
"If anyone hired me a stripper," Betsy laughed. "I'll kill them!"
"Nope, no stripper," Rogue said as she opened the door. "But I'm sure John'll be happy to strip for you." True to their words, John and Wanda stood in the door, waving happily. Wanda wearing a long black skirt and her usual red top, and John wearing jeans, a Hawaiian shirt open over a wife beater.
"You brought them along?" Betsy gasped, outraged.
"No, we came of our own free will," Wanda said smoothly, gliding in. "Hey baby," She said, wrapping her arm around Kurt's waist, to which Kurt gulped. John and Rogue doubled over in laughter.
"When's it due?" Rogue asked, looking at Kurt and Wanda.
"End of the month," Wanda laughted.
"Vhat zhe hell is goink on here?" Kurt asked, looking bewildered.
"Long story short, John got it in his head that I was carrying your child," Wanda whispered to Kurt, laughing.
"Oh…?" Kurt blinked a few times. "Ja, I can't vait for our child to be born," His tail had managed to wrap itself around Wanda's waist and pat her stomach. Now it was John's turn to look bewildered.
"I thought you said it was a lie!" He said, his mouth hanging open.
"Nope, come on lovey ducks, let's split," Wanda said, dragging Kurt over to a corner. Rogue took one look at Kurt's face and burst out laughing.
"Ah'm sorry, but that was so damn funny! Ya should see tha look on ya face!"
"Wait, I'm getting mixed messages here, Remy," John grabbed Remy, who was conversing with Jubilee, and bought him over. "I need a second opionion. Is Wanda or is Wanda not with the blue one?" Remy looked at Rogue for validation. One look at her told him what he needed to know.
"Is."
"Ahhba! Aaahhh! Eurrrughhh!" John was making incoherent babble.
"What a loser," Rogue laughed.
"What's going on here?" Scott asked, coming over and looking at the group.
"Nothin' much, jus' that Johnny 'ere jus' found out that Wanda's carryin' Kurt's love child," Rogue said, managing to keep a straight face.
"Wha-wha-what? I thought he was still with Amanda!"
"Nope, they broke up a long/ time ago," Jubilee said, joining in the conversation.
"Ooeeee…." Scott joined John in the incoherent babble club.
"HEY GUYS! GREAT NEWS!" Jamie yelled, standing up on a table.
"What is it now?" Amara asked, frowning.
"I JUST WENT ON LINE AND FOUND OUT THE NEW TITLE FOR THE NEW BARRY TROTTER BOOK!" All of those that were fans turned and looked at Jamie.
"BARRY TROTTER AND THE TWO QUARTERS RED STUFF HEIR TO THE THRONE!" [1] Jamie, happy that he had delivered his message, got off the table, and smiled.
"That's a long title," Bobby observed.
"Durh," Sam said, whacking him.
"Sammy! That's no way to be a role model," Jay mimicked their mother.
"Ahem, may I have your attention please," Xavier said, this made everyone shut up. "Dinner is served," So then entirety of the party walked towards the dinning room.
"Nice," John said, rubbing his hands together at the Chinese feast in front of him. "Where to start, where to start... The potstickers, the wantons, the chickeny stuff, the egg rolls, the sushi… Hum…"
"John," Wanda nudged John sharply in the ribs.
"Oi! That hurt!"
"Be quiet!"
"Sorry," John mumbled, before shutting up. Now, here is where I would say that Xavier stood up, but that is not true. So, Xavier made a loud coughing noise.
"Before we begin," He said. "I would like to propose a toast."
"A TOAST!" Cried anyone who knew anything, meaning John, Wanda, Remy, and Rogue. They all had seized a piece of bread earlier and threw it at Betsy.
"What was that for?" She sputtered, slightly annoyed that Rogue's was buttered. Remy's had missed her, purposely. I'll get you for that, Betsy sent to the perpetrators, also known as Rogue, Wanda and John. She purposely left Remy out, because she love him so much, and didn't want him to leave her for anyone. And he had a nice big di-- smile. Yes, a smile.
"Ahem, to absent friends!"
"To absent friends!" Everyone chorused, raising the wine/soda/water/milk/beer/juice up and taking a sip. Rogue looked down knowing they were referencing Carol Danvers. Xavier would never make Rogue feel bad intentionally, but it still stung. Anyone who knew anything, sans Rogue, giggled. "And to Elizabeth, for celebrating her 23rd healthy year with us, and here's to the next 23 as well." Everyone mummered "To Betsy," and took a sip of their wine/soda/water/milk/beer/juice. "And now that we're done with that, I think it's best to start our dinner."
"Wait! Charles, there is one present that we have to give before dinner," Ororo said, standing up. The eldest shared a look. "I'll go get it," Ororo pushed her chair back in and walked out of the room.
"I wonder what it could be?" Rahne wondered aloud.
"Probably really nice," Amara agreed.
"Maybe it's here," Sage said, tapping both girls on the shoulder to where Ororo was entering the room with a very large box. Jean was helping carry it to the table from where she sat with her TK.
"Betsy," Jean said. Betsy got up and walked over to the package. She gingerly pulled off the wrapping paper, as so not to ruin it.
"Oo, the suspense is killin' me, lass," Rahne said.
"Yeah, rip faster!" Tabby called. Betsy rolled her eyes, but complied. Inside was, wow, a box.
"Wow, a box," Jubilee said, as Betsy glared at her.
"Open the box," Emma cooed. So Betsy did. And in side was….
1) At the time I wrote this, I had just found out the new Harry Potter title. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. So, just spreading the news. Only in an encrypted way.