As We Were
Disclamier: Hey, people don't kill people, trees kill people.
Review Response:
Enchantedlight—Yeah, I try to take the chapter title from a random quote in the chapter itself, so that's why they are seemingly random.
X-TREME X-23—I have an obnoxious "Friend" like that. But you're cool. She's just a bit... WAY to preppy for my taste. WAY TOO PREPPY! And this is coming from someone who has set herself apart from everyone at a private school. I have unfairly been labeled Goth, though I'm not. I'm ... Unique.
I Heart The Distillers—No, we're not going to open the box what so ever, as it ruins my way of life. Opening the box=my DOOM! So, there for, I just conveniently forgot about the box in this chapter and went right on to the present giving. I gave Betsy a bomb. And it blew up. Hehe. Wow, that was an Alex quote! Yes, Alex Masters. Obnoxious child. So, look out for Jono in chapters 17 or 18 or somewhere along there.
DemonRogue13—Nothing's in the box. I just put it there to annoy everyone. Betsy got some new air for her birthday. And I'm just the type of person who would give that to someone. Actually, for my acting class that I'm in, we have to be clowns and have a talent. I don't speak, I just tap a broom on the ground, and my talent is breathing. Such a thing I would do.
RikaTabithaStarr- Yes, that is a good thing, that I am spreading the news about the book! Yayishness! The thing in the box is bad. It's Thing 1 and Thing 2. Yay for Dr. Seuss! The box is bad. It contains anthrax.
SickmindedSucker—I like your idea better than the other ones I have up there so far. . Randomosity: Remember the episode Retreat? How they thought that Hank was Bigfoot? I'm going to leave your mind thinking dirty thoughts with that one. XD. Yes, do kick Betsy up the ass. Warren is on Muir Island because he's... Ah... um... Eruh... In the comics, it seams like they always go to Muir Island just because they can. Um... Warren wanted to be the first man to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean... On wings. That's why he's there. Yessiree bob!
EvilWhiteRaven—I like your idea too! Yes, Rogue is going to get a boyfriend at some point... I'm not going to tell you his name, because that would be pointless. But I'll give you a hint... Go look at the summary of the story, and you'll figure it out. Oh, and... YAY! New Reviewer!
Ishandahalf—Your wish is my command! ::bows.:: Oh, in the box is the Legacy Virus, that is specially tailored ONLY to affect Betsy. Yay! I do feel bad for poor, poor John. But hey, he get's a kick ass power, and a sexy accent! So that makes it better!
Weapon X 61—Yay! New Reviewer Numero Dos! No, it's not Warren, but he's coming soon! I don't like Betsy with Remy either, but it was how I decided it should be, and they so possibly could have been a couple in the comics before Betsy went and bit the dust.
DemonicGambit—Ah... What's in the box? Lemme think... Ah... Erum... Nope, I can't think of anything. Wait! I have an idea! Scroll down and find out! Sorry if that sounded mean and sarcastic, because it wasn't. It was loving and non- sarcastic.
Pyro Lady—Ooh, that honestly could have been a hint at what happens in the future/past. I'm not telling exactly what phrase though. Portugal? Right by Spain? Coolness. I'm from Minnesota, which is in the US. Thank you so much for the great honor of putting me on your favorite author's list! I lurve you!
Rage-girl-05—Are you a new reviewer by any chance? I can barley keep track. I mean... 11 reviews for one chapter so far, so I think I have quite a right to be uber confused. This is my highest reviewed fic ever! Yippie! In the box is a man in tights. Also known as Lance. If you don't get it, go read my [self plug] Wow, Cult Classic. It's a Rocky Horror Picture Show[/parody] And if you have... Good for you! Yayishness!
And inside the box was...
"BRIAN?!?!?" Betsy yelled loudly as her present got out of the box. She hugged the blonde haired man happily and kissed him on the cheek.
"Who's he? Her boyfriend from Britain?" Rogue asked hopefully. If he was, then she could get Remy all to herself. Yay!
"No," Ally said sharply.
"I'm her brother," Brian said, smiling. "I called Charles up to ask him about your birthday, and we concocted this plan." His British accent echoed slightly in the large dining room where they were all congregated.
"He's cute," Tabby whispered, quite loudly. Denial, Tabby, denial.
"Yeah!" Amara said, grinning. If you looked closely, you could see a small amount of hurt in Tabby's eyes.
"Brian, why don't you take a seat with Betsy, we were just about to start dinner," Ororo said, and Brian gladly agreed.
"Can we eat now?" John asked loudly.
"John!" Rogue said harshly, kicking him under the table.
"Ow! Abuse! Abuse!" John cried.
"Who are these two? They don't appear to be X-Men from the pictures Betsy's sent me," Brian enquired.
"They're not," Ally smirked. "Pyro and the Scarlet Witch," John and Wanda waved. "They're in the Brotherhood and found it apropos to crash the party."
"Nuh-uh!" John said, sticking out his tongue in a juvenile way. "We were invited! So, nya!"
"Who invited them, then?" Brian asked.
"Rogue," Bishop explained. "What with Remy dating Betsy, she pretty much figured out he'd be too occupied to talk with his best friend, so she invited the other two. They're over a lot, so you get used to them."
"Pass the egg rolls, John," Rogue said, noticing that they were eating now.
"Anyone else notice that there are a lot of twins around?" Bishop asked, seemingly randomly and trivial for such a hardened cop from the future.
"Who?" Jubilee asked.
"Well, there's you and Pietro, the Cuckoos, those Canadian twins, Jeanne Marie and Jean Paul, and now Brian and Betsy."
"They're twins?" John asked, blinking. "'Ow come Brian an' Betsy are twins, but she's Asian lookin'?"
"Good question," Bishop said, pointing a chopstick at John.
"You could ask," Kitty said.
"Da, an' risk being killed," Piotr added.
"I'll pass then."
"Atta boy!" Rogue said, clapping John on the back a little to hard, so he went face first into his rice. "Oops, sorry," Rogue said, not meaning it at all. The strange thing was, she hadn't used her powers.
"Sure you are," Kitty said, rolling her eyes skyward.
Soon, dinner had come and gone, as had cake, and of course, so had presents, with Betsy now the proud new owner of a red Mercedes.
"Remy still has to give y' his present," Remy whispered in Betsy's ear around 11.
"And what present would that be?" She asked, feigning innocence.
"You'll have t' come up t' his room t' find out," Remy smiled coyly, and beckoned for Betsy to follow him to his room.
"Where are they going?" Ally asked Sage.
"I'm not telling," Sage smirked. "But I'm pretty damn sure you know."
"Yes, I do," Ally smiled. Mentally, she added, and I'm going to love every minute of this, she's getting what she deserves tonight. Luckily, Sage hadn't heard. Sage nodded and walked off, leaving Ally alone with her schemes.
Slowly, the party began to diminish, and even John and Wanda went home, so only the Xavier Residents and Brian were left.
"Anyone seen Remy?" Rogue asked, walking up in her pajamas to a large group outside of the bathroom upstairs, where Ally was standing.
"Yeah, I think he's up in his room, why?" Ally asked, being slightly civil to Rogue for a change. Ha!
"Ah need ta talk to him," Rogue said, before turning and leaving to go find Remy.
"So, what's this birthday present that you got me, Remy?" Betsy asked, sitting on the side of Remy's bed like some sort of sex kitten.
"Oh, nothin' special, Bets," Remy said, grinning, he removed his shirt, and pressed the 'play' button on his stereo. Instantly, the sounds of Dashboard Confessional's Hands Down filled the room.
"I love this song!" Gushed Betsy.
"Jus' like I love you," Remy said, wrapping Betsy in a hug and kissing her softly. His hands traveled through her soft hair, down her back where they moved, massaging her. She allowed his kisses to trail down her jaw line to her neck, before Remy came up for air. Gently, Remy un-zipped Betsy's dress and let it fall to the floor, she stepped out of it, and before you knew it, one thing lead to another and they fell onto the bed.
"Remy?" Rogue asked, opening the door to his bed room. Light flooded the room to see Betsy and Remy in a not to happy position.
"Excuse me! We were in the middle of something here!" Betsy snapped, clearly out of breath.
"Oh, mah, God, yeah, Ah got that... Ahh....Aahh..." Rogue blinked and quickly slammed the door and turned around running smack into Logan.
"Whatch where yer goin', Stripes...?" Logan looked down at Rogue, whose eyes were brimming with tears. "What happened?"
"Oh, nothin'," Rogue lied. "Normal things, that time of the month, you know..." It was clear Logan wasn't buying it.
"Why don't we go to the kitchen an' talk about it?" Logan asked.
"Tha kitchen's a mess! We just had a party, an' Ah'm tired," Rogue faked a yawn.
"No. You're coming to the kitchen. Shift it," Logan said sternly, walking towards the kitchen.
"Ah see Ah have no choice," Rogue sniffled, following the older man.
"So, what is this about now, really?" Logan asked, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
"Noth--"
"Don't give me that crap. Somethin's eatin' ya, Rogue, an' I want to know what."
"It's Remy."
"Ahah! What's this Cajun done now?" Logan narrowed his eyes.
"Don't go feral on him, Logan, he's bein' how he normally is, cocky, a womanizer, and horny." Logan raised an eyebrow, and Rogue took it as her cue to go on. "He's mah best friend, an' Ah love him, but right now... Ah donno about mah feelin's fer him. An' Ah mean feelin's feelin's."
"So, lemme put this in a nut shell. You think you have a crush on him?"
"Yeah," Rogue admitted painfully. "An' Ah don't wanna. Ah know he loves Betsy, in fact, he's proclaimin' it as we speak, an' that we'd never work out. Half an hour, Logan," She looked up at him with big eyes.
"That's a long time," Logan pointed out.
"For two years worth of two times a month sessions? That's pathetic. An' than las' night..."
"Yes?" So, Rogue told Logan the story about her nightmares, and her powers not affecting anything in the middle of the night. In the end, it caused Logan to spit out his beer. "What?"
"Nothin' happened, that's what happened."
"Ahum... We gotta go see Hank about this, straight up," Logan then grabbed Rogue by the arm and pulled her towards the medlab.
"It's late, what is the meaning of this?" Hank asked, looking at Rogue and Logan. Rogue was massaging her arm where Logan and garbbed her in her pajamas, and Logan drinking a beer.
"Her powers ain't workin', or something," Logan said. Hank raised an eyebrow.
"Do Ah hafta tell again? This is so damn embarrassing..." Rogue pouted. Logan and Hank nodded, and Rogue, for the second time that night, relayed the story of the night before.
"We're gonna have to take a blood test," Hank said simply, and Rogue looked ready to run out of their as fast as she could. So, sit on the bed here, roll up your sleeve," Rogue did as she was told, grimacing the entire way, not happy that she was going to become a test subject. Hank pulled on some gloves and took out the needle. He hoped, that if her powers weren't working, he would be able to use a regular needle, without it being bent and or blunted by Rogue's invulnerability. Rogue clenched her eyes tightly as he pierced her skin, but despite that, she let out a blood curling scream before fainting.
"What the hell?" Logan rubbed his ears. "That was worthy of Siren."
"I don't think she likes needles."
"The way she screamed, made it sound like she didn't have invulnerability, but then again, if her powers aren't working... "
"And from what this DNA test says, I think you might be right."
Disclamier: Hey, people don't kill people, trees kill people.
Review Response:
Enchantedlight—Yeah, I try to take the chapter title from a random quote in the chapter itself, so that's why they are seemingly random.
X-TREME X-23—I have an obnoxious "Friend" like that. But you're cool. She's just a bit... WAY to preppy for my taste. WAY TOO PREPPY! And this is coming from someone who has set herself apart from everyone at a private school. I have unfairly been labeled Goth, though I'm not. I'm ... Unique.
I Heart The Distillers—No, we're not going to open the box what so ever, as it ruins my way of life. Opening the box=my DOOM! So, there for, I just conveniently forgot about the box in this chapter and went right on to the present giving. I gave Betsy a bomb. And it blew up. Hehe. Wow, that was an Alex quote! Yes, Alex Masters. Obnoxious child. So, look out for Jono in chapters 17 or 18 or somewhere along there.
DemonRogue13—Nothing's in the box. I just put it there to annoy everyone. Betsy got some new air for her birthday. And I'm just the type of person who would give that to someone. Actually, for my acting class that I'm in, we have to be clowns and have a talent. I don't speak, I just tap a broom on the ground, and my talent is breathing. Such a thing I would do.
RikaTabithaStarr- Yes, that is a good thing, that I am spreading the news about the book! Yayishness! The thing in the box is bad. It's Thing 1 and Thing 2. Yay for Dr. Seuss! The box is bad. It contains anthrax.
SickmindedSucker—I like your idea better than the other ones I have up there so far. . Randomosity: Remember the episode Retreat? How they thought that Hank was Bigfoot? I'm going to leave your mind thinking dirty thoughts with that one. XD. Yes, do kick Betsy up the ass. Warren is on Muir Island because he's... Ah... um... Eruh... In the comics, it seams like they always go to Muir Island just because they can. Um... Warren wanted to be the first man to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean... On wings. That's why he's there. Yessiree bob!
EvilWhiteRaven—I like your idea too! Yes, Rogue is going to get a boyfriend at some point... I'm not going to tell you his name, because that would be pointless. But I'll give you a hint... Go look at the summary of the story, and you'll figure it out. Oh, and... YAY! New Reviewer!
Ishandahalf—Your wish is my command! ::bows.:: Oh, in the box is the Legacy Virus, that is specially tailored ONLY to affect Betsy. Yay! I do feel bad for poor, poor John. But hey, he get's a kick ass power, and a sexy accent! So that makes it better!
Weapon X 61—Yay! New Reviewer Numero Dos! No, it's not Warren, but he's coming soon! I don't like Betsy with Remy either, but it was how I decided it should be, and they so possibly could have been a couple in the comics before Betsy went and bit the dust.
DemonicGambit—Ah... What's in the box? Lemme think... Ah... Erum... Nope, I can't think of anything. Wait! I have an idea! Scroll down and find out! Sorry if that sounded mean and sarcastic, because it wasn't. It was loving and non- sarcastic.
Pyro Lady—Ooh, that honestly could have been a hint at what happens in the future/past. I'm not telling exactly what phrase though. Portugal? Right by Spain? Coolness. I'm from Minnesota, which is in the US. Thank you so much for the great honor of putting me on your favorite author's list! I lurve you!
Rage-girl-05—Are you a new reviewer by any chance? I can barley keep track. I mean... 11 reviews for one chapter so far, so I think I have quite a right to be uber confused. This is my highest reviewed fic ever! Yippie! In the box is a man in tights. Also known as Lance. If you don't get it, go read my [self plug] Wow, Cult Classic. It's a Rocky Horror Picture Show[/parody] And if you have... Good for you! Yayishness!
And inside the box was...
"BRIAN?!?!?" Betsy yelled loudly as her present got out of the box. She hugged the blonde haired man happily and kissed him on the cheek.
"Who's he? Her boyfriend from Britain?" Rogue asked hopefully. If he was, then she could get Remy all to herself. Yay!
"No," Ally said sharply.
"I'm her brother," Brian said, smiling. "I called Charles up to ask him about your birthday, and we concocted this plan." His British accent echoed slightly in the large dining room where they were all congregated.
"He's cute," Tabby whispered, quite loudly. Denial, Tabby, denial.
"Yeah!" Amara said, grinning. If you looked closely, you could see a small amount of hurt in Tabby's eyes.
"Brian, why don't you take a seat with Betsy, we were just about to start dinner," Ororo said, and Brian gladly agreed.
"Can we eat now?" John asked loudly.
"John!" Rogue said harshly, kicking him under the table.
"Ow! Abuse! Abuse!" John cried.
"Who are these two? They don't appear to be X-Men from the pictures Betsy's sent me," Brian enquired.
"They're not," Ally smirked. "Pyro and the Scarlet Witch," John and Wanda waved. "They're in the Brotherhood and found it apropos to crash the party."
"Nuh-uh!" John said, sticking out his tongue in a juvenile way. "We were invited! So, nya!"
"Who invited them, then?" Brian asked.
"Rogue," Bishop explained. "What with Remy dating Betsy, she pretty much figured out he'd be too occupied to talk with his best friend, so she invited the other two. They're over a lot, so you get used to them."
"Pass the egg rolls, John," Rogue said, noticing that they were eating now.
"Anyone else notice that there are a lot of twins around?" Bishop asked, seemingly randomly and trivial for such a hardened cop from the future.
"Who?" Jubilee asked.
"Well, there's you and Pietro, the Cuckoos, those Canadian twins, Jeanne Marie and Jean Paul, and now Brian and Betsy."
"They're twins?" John asked, blinking. "'Ow come Brian an' Betsy are twins, but she's Asian lookin'?"
"Good question," Bishop said, pointing a chopstick at John.
"You could ask," Kitty said.
"Da, an' risk being killed," Piotr added.
"I'll pass then."
"Atta boy!" Rogue said, clapping John on the back a little to hard, so he went face first into his rice. "Oops, sorry," Rogue said, not meaning it at all. The strange thing was, she hadn't used her powers.
"Sure you are," Kitty said, rolling her eyes skyward.
Soon, dinner had come and gone, as had cake, and of course, so had presents, with Betsy now the proud new owner of a red Mercedes.
"Remy still has to give y' his present," Remy whispered in Betsy's ear around 11.
"And what present would that be?" She asked, feigning innocence.
"You'll have t' come up t' his room t' find out," Remy smiled coyly, and beckoned for Betsy to follow him to his room.
"Where are they going?" Ally asked Sage.
"I'm not telling," Sage smirked. "But I'm pretty damn sure you know."
"Yes, I do," Ally smiled. Mentally, she added, and I'm going to love every minute of this, she's getting what she deserves tonight. Luckily, Sage hadn't heard. Sage nodded and walked off, leaving Ally alone with her schemes.
Slowly, the party began to diminish, and even John and Wanda went home, so only the Xavier Residents and Brian were left.
"Anyone seen Remy?" Rogue asked, walking up in her pajamas to a large group outside of the bathroom upstairs, where Ally was standing.
"Yeah, I think he's up in his room, why?" Ally asked, being slightly civil to Rogue for a change. Ha!
"Ah need ta talk to him," Rogue said, before turning and leaving to go find Remy.
"So, what's this birthday present that you got me, Remy?" Betsy asked, sitting on the side of Remy's bed like some sort of sex kitten.
"Oh, nothin' special, Bets," Remy said, grinning, he removed his shirt, and pressed the 'play' button on his stereo. Instantly, the sounds of Dashboard Confessional's Hands Down filled the room.
"I love this song!" Gushed Betsy.
"Jus' like I love you," Remy said, wrapping Betsy in a hug and kissing her softly. His hands traveled through her soft hair, down her back where they moved, massaging her. She allowed his kisses to trail down her jaw line to her neck, before Remy came up for air. Gently, Remy un-zipped Betsy's dress and let it fall to the floor, she stepped out of it, and before you knew it, one thing lead to another and they fell onto the bed.
"Remy?" Rogue asked, opening the door to his bed room. Light flooded the room to see Betsy and Remy in a not to happy position.
"Excuse me! We were in the middle of something here!" Betsy snapped, clearly out of breath.
"Oh, mah, God, yeah, Ah got that... Ahh....Aahh..." Rogue blinked and quickly slammed the door and turned around running smack into Logan.
"Whatch where yer goin', Stripes...?" Logan looked down at Rogue, whose eyes were brimming with tears. "What happened?"
"Oh, nothin'," Rogue lied. "Normal things, that time of the month, you know..." It was clear Logan wasn't buying it.
"Why don't we go to the kitchen an' talk about it?" Logan asked.
"Tha kitchen's a mess! We just had a party, an' Ah'm tired," Rogue faked a yawn.
"No. You're coming to the kitchen. Shift it," Logan said sternly, walking towards the kitchen.
"Ah see Ah have no choice," Rogue sniffled, following the older man.
"So, what is this about now, really?" Logan asked, grabbing a beer from the fridge.
"Noth--"
"Don't give me that crap. Somethin's eatin' ya, Rogue, an' I want to know what."
"It's Remy."
"Ahah! What's this Cajun done now?" Logan narrowed his eyes.
"Don't go feral on him, Logan, he's bein' how he normally is, cocky, a womanizer, and horny." Logan raised an eyebrow, and Rogue took it as her cue to go on. "He's mah best friend, an' Ah love him, but right now... Ah donno about mah feelin's fer him. An' Ah mean feelin's feelin's."
"So, lemme put this in a nut shell. You think you have a crush on him?"
"Yeah," Rogue admitted painfully. "An' Ah don't wanna. Ah know he loves Betsy, in fact, he's proclaimin' it as we speak, an' that we'd never work out. Half an hour, Logan," She looked up at him with big eyes.
"That's a long time," Logan pointed out.
"For two years worth of two times a month sessions? That's pathetic. An' than las' night..."
"Yes?" So, Rogue told Logan the story about her nightmares, and her powers not affecting anything in the middle of the night. In the end, it caused Logan to spit out his beer. "What?"
"Nothin' happened, that's what happened."
"Ahum... We gotta go see Hank about this, straight up," Logan then grabbed Rogue by the arm and pulled her towards the medlab.
"It's late, what is the meaning of this?" Hank asked, looking at Rogue and Logan. Rogue was massaging her arm where Logan and garbbed her in her pajamas, and Logan drinking a beer.
"Her powers ain't workin', or something," Logan said. Hank raised an eyebrow.
"Do Ah hafta tell again? This is so damn embarrassing..." Rogue pouted. Logan and Hank nodded, and Rogue, for the second time that night, relayed the story of the night before.
"We're gonna have to take a blood test," Hank said simply, and Rogue looked ready to run out of their as fast as she could. So, sit on the bed here, roll up your sleeve," Rogue did as she was told, grimacing the entire way, not happy that she was going to become a test subject. Hank pulled on some gloves and took out the needle. He hoped, that if her powers weren't working, he would be able to use a regular needle, without it being bent and or blunted by Rogue's invulnerability. Rogue clenched her eyes tightly as he pierced her skin, but despite that, she let out a blood curling scream before fainting.
"What the hell?" Logan rubbed his ears. "That was worthy of Siren."
"I don't think she likes needles."
"The way she screamed, made it sound like she didn't have invulnerability, but then again, if her powers aren't working... "
"And from what this DNA test says, I think you might be right."