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Review Responses:
Pandora's Sorrow—I tried for that at the cast party I went to. Because we had a gay guy there. But NOOOOO! They were all too stupid and simple minded. Yeah, they did. But that doesn't mean they can't get more costume bits!
PomegranateQueen—Wow. I'm surprised! Actually, in this fic, he /is/ an empathy, as we find out later. I don't want to ruin the plot for you, so I'm going to keep my mouth shut. Yes, yes, I know.
SickmindedSucker—Yeah. Well... Ah, good idea! I completely forgot about everyone's reaction! I'm going to have to write that in! Thank you so much for reminding me, you good reviewer you!
DemonRogue13—Freaky!
Epona04—Hehe! You make me giddy with these mental images! Thank you very much!
Fudgebrowne—First new reviewer of the chapter! Give yourself a pat on the back! Thanks!
Dreamcatcher89—Yeah, I don't have too much of Betsy for the next few chapters, so be happy! No, the check out dude was just that. The check out dude!
Ishandahalf—I met the guy who made that CD! He was at the Van's Warped Tour! And that place was a party! Well, if you kicked Remy, then it would possibly most likely mess up his face. And we just don't want that, now do we? Remy thinks of Rogue as a little sister. So, would your older brother enjoy watching you model skimpy lingerie? That's what I thought! Yeah. I agree with you about the stupid people of stupidity.
IvyZoe—Try chapter 16. He really starts thinking it over with the help of an insane Australian. And sort of chapter 15 too, thanks to our favorite insane... ah... um... insane person.
RikaTabithaStarr—Amen to that!
I Heart The Distillers—What were you saying for the first half of your review? What do you want? Maybe we can work it out! I'm not going to tell you what I have planned, for that would be pointless and stupid and ruin my plot. Well, this is not the Remy you know. This is the Remy that I, ASGT know. And the Attatched-to-Betsy!Remy. Woot for Harry Potter! Nope. It was not Lorna, as she was currently at the institute causing much trouble with her cohorts. Who doesn't drool over Remy?
DemonicGambit—I'll take your word for that! Wow, I'm replying with a lot of one to two or three sentences today. Yippie for that!
Star-of-Chaos—Yeah, Kurt has an awesome taste in music! Go Kurt! Yeah, everyone, be happy that Remy is not gay!
Enchantedlight—Thanks!
Rage-girl-05—I buried Paul is reffering to an urban legend that Paul McCartney is dead, and the Paul that is very much alive today is in fact, an imposter. People thought this because: On the Abbey Roads record, Paul is the only bare-foot one, and at the end of Strawberry Fields, there is a sound that sounds like, 'I buried Paul,' at the end. There is more stuff, and it's pretty interesting. Google it!
The two decided to stop for a coffee break a bit later. So, they walked into the nearest Barnes and Nobel and walked off to the Starbucks that was tucked away in the back.
"What can I get you?" The pimply teen standing behind the counter asked. The name tag read Pete.
"Not much, Pete," Remy said, leaning against the counter. "I jus' want a grande coffee, black, an' what d' y' want, Roguey?"
"Venti Mocha Frappachino," Rogue said, preoccupying herself with the latest Anne Rice book.
Remy took the drinks back to the table, and looked across at Rogue. "Y' really like does vampires."
"Hey, they're addictin', an' Lestat. 'Nuff said."
"Gettin' a crush on a book character? Dat's right up dere on Remy's list of geeky, along wit gettin' crushes on cartoon an' comic book characters." [1]
"Shut up!" Rogue said annoyed, whacking Remy with the book. "An' what's it ta you? If Ah wanna run away an' have a torrid love affair with Lestat, what's ta stop me?"
"Oh, nothin's stoppin' y', jus' de fact dat Lestat'd drain y' dry, an' den even if he doesn't, and begin's likin' y' t', vampires can't have sex. No excess blood flow."
"Ya speak like ya know the books."
"What else was Remy supposed t' do when y' were studying for school?" He taunted her with that.
"Eruh! It's not that ah'm mad that ya went into mah room… Oh, wait, Ah am mad. It's jus' that Ah'm even more mad that ya're buggin' me about finishin' mah senior year!"
"Y' came close t' not finishing."
"Drop it." Rogue said, glaring at Remy. Remy looked taken aback.
"Listen, Remy's sorry f'r bringin' it up…"
"Again," Rogue said darkly, looking down at her sleeves.
"Rogue…"
"Remy…"
"Rogue…"
Silence.
"Rogue…"
More silence.
"We're sittin' in Starbucks, I be y're ride 'ome, John an' Wanda are s'posed t' meet us in a few hours fer dinner, an' y're not talkin' t' me…"
Still more silence.
"Anna…"[2]
"Ah thought we agreed nevah ta speak about that."
"De first one or de last one?"
"Both! Damnit! An' mah last name too while yer mind is workin' on it." Rogue glared at Remy, as he took a sip of his coffee.
"Rogue, I won't. I won't. Don't y' trust me?" A glare settled that one. "Listen, Remy don't want us t' fight. 'Specially not right now. An' I'll take y' out fer icecream."
"Fine. But only becaue Ah want cookie dough."
"That'll work for me." The two stood up and began walking to the exit of Barnes and Nobel, on the search for Ben and Jerry's.
"But jus' one question," Rogue turned and looked at Remy, not wanting to answer any question. "Why'd y' stop?"
"Maybe Ah haven't," Rogue said coldly, marching off ahead.
"All right! I'm done! No more questions! T'ief's honor!"
"Then there's no honor."
"Rogue, we t'iefs were men of our words… to each other anyway… Unless the other one was on m' bad side… Or there was somet'ing in it fer me. So, we were honest men."
"An' it's always the honest men ya can expect ta do something dishonorable, honorably," Rogue tried.
"Non, it's de honest ones y' want t' watch out fer, because y' can never predict when dey's gonna do somethin' incredibly… stupid…"
"Ya jus' like that line." [3]
"An' dat."
So, they had gotten their ice cream, though Rogue was still a bit cold to Remy. And he suspected it wasn't that she had absorbed Bobby out of pure spite that morning. Because she couldn't. And it wasn't the ice cream either. Remy, in an attempt to apologize, let Rogue drag him to any store she wanted. So Remy spent the majority of the afternoon in vintage and music stores. He did get a few good CD's, however. And a new old trench coat.
"How many of those do you have?" Rogue asked, as the clerk rang up a new pair of boots for her.
"I could ask de same t'ing o' y'."
"Ya first."
"Mon old one is gettin' 'oles in it. Now y'."
"Ah liked these ones. That's all." Remy mumbled something that sounded like 'Girl's and dere shoes.' So, they some how managed to get to the burger place for dinner. Once they did, John and Wanda already were there.
"Bonjour," Remy said, sliding in next to John.
"Hello!" John answered happily, grinning. Rogue didn't say anything. "Why's your Shiela in a bad mood?"
"She's not mon shiela," Remy said. "An' she's mad dat I brought up past incidents. So don' ask."
"I won't," John said, looking at the menu. "Ooh! Lookie! Remy! Cajun chicken!"
"Dat was pointless," Remy said, frowning slightly.
"No, it wasn't! So now you can have Cajun chicken if you get homesick!"
"I jus' had some de other day."
"Oh, fine, put a damper on my fun day! Rain on my parade! Shave my poodle!"
"Don't ask," Wanda said, looking at her insane boyfriend. "Some days I wonder myself how I put up with him." She sighed.
"It must be in your blood," John said, smiling and nodding. Wanda just rolled her eyes as the waiter appeared.
"Hi. What can I get you to drink?" He asked in a monotone voice.
"Well, I'll be gettin' a beer, what 'bout y's?" Remy looked around the table.
"Same for me!" John cried happily, who was busy creating WW3 with the napkins and salt and pepper shakers.
"I'll have a lite," Wanda said. Rogue looked at her and blinked. "What? I turned 21 a few months ago… Remember?"
"Ah didn' know ya liked beer…" Rogue said. "An' Ah'll have an orange soda." The waiter nodded and disappeared.
"You know, if you had wanted to, we could have gotten you a beer," Wanda pointed out.
"Non. Roguey's not gonna drink." Rogue glared at Remy.
"Thank you Captain Over-Protective-Man, but Ah think Ah can' handle mahself."
"She's feisty t'day." John pointed out.
"Remember?"
"Oh, yeah." John then went back to having a giant army of pepper defeat a giant army of salt. Where did the napkins come in? They were fighting on the napkins, who had died tragically in a fight with the sporks earlier.
"So, how has your day been?" Wanda asked, looking at Rogue.
"Fine." Wanda nodded and took it as her answer. "What did you do?"
"Picked up a few new art supplies."
"Speakin' of which, have any of you ever seen Wanda paint with both hands at the same time? It's bloody freaky! It's like she's ambulanceious." [4]
"Ambidextrous," Wanda said, frowning at her boyfriend. "A talent I take pride in."
"It's one if de few you have," Remy pointed out. "Other den wreckin' places."
"Screw off," Wanda said, taking a sip of her beer that the waiter had dropped on the table.
"She loves me," Remy said, grinning to John.
"No, I can barley stand you. It's just that I am forced to hang out with you because John has an obsession with you, and Rogue's my friend, who also has an obsession with you." Rogue kicked Wanda hard under the table. "Ow!" Rogue shot Wanda a warning look.
"Ah do not!" Rogue shrieked, covering up for Wanda. "Ya're just over exaggeratin'!"
"Sure…." John said, smiling.
"Fuck off," Rogue said, flipping him the bird.
"Hello again. What can I get you to eat?" The waiter asked. Everyone placed their orders and the waiter scampered off again.
"An' she loves me," John smiled at Remy. "Should we trade?" Rogue and Wanda just rolled their eyes, not believing how dense their male companions could be.
"I thought they would have matured by now," Wanda said.
"John? Mature? Ah don' even think he possesses a mature gene in his body."
"I do too!" John said, frowning. "I have a pair of jeans in my closet that are three years old! And I haven't washed them since then either!" Rogue and Wanda made a face. Remy just shook his head.
"Y'll never learn, will y' John?"
"Nope." Came the honest reply. They continued their light bantering, discussing various things such as movies, music, and a slight amount of gossip.
"Ya know," Rogue stated, taking a bite of her burger that the waiter had brought to her. "That newest recruit, Lorna Dane."
"Yeah? What about her?" Wanda said, frowning at her veggie burger.
"Do ya ever think there's a slight possibility that 'ol bucket head may be her dad too?" Wanda choked on her bite of burger.
"WHAT?" Her eyes went wide. "Polaris my sister? Are you insane?"
"No, that's you," John pointed out. Wanda had long ago found out about the memory transplant, but Magneto had long since high-tailed it off to work on another diabolical scheme.
"Bite it."
"No, it's jus' that she has tha same powers as Magneto, an' at times, she reminds me o' him. Scary as it may sound…"
"Y're jus' talkin' about when she put a bucket on her head, tied a sheet around 'er neck and flew around de institute laughing like a maniac," Remy pointed his fork at Rogue. Rogue raised her eyebrow and looked at Remy.
"She did that?" Wanda wondered. "What was the occasion?"
"April Fools Day. Told everyone that she had adopted a new code-name," Rogue said.
"Lemme guess, Magneta?"
"Wow, you're a frikkin' genius," Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah wish Ah could be jus' like ya when Ah grow up."
"Tell me more about this Lorna." Wanda said.
"Well, she has a crush on Alex," Rogue said.
"No, I think she'd be your sister. You like Scott, she likes Alex."
"Liked," Rogue said testily.
"Oh, is there a new man in your life? Who you crushin' on now? Logan? Wings? McCoy?" Wanda tested, knowing the answer.
"NO! What are ya on?"
"And if you're on something, can I have some?" John asked, making puppy eyes at Wanda.
"No. To both of them. Rogue, who's crushes do you /not/ know?"
"Oui, an' who has a crush on me?" Remy asked, smirking.
"Jubilee," Rogue said, taking a bite of a fry.
"Really? Sparky? Never knew."
"Well, then ya're blind. The girl's grown on me since she's matured more, an' she's defiantly started tryin' ta find out everything she can about you from me," Rogue frowned.'
"Y' never let Remy finish! I was goin' t' say dat I've never noticed de feeln's, so she must be really good at hidin' dem o' somethin'."
"Anyone crushin' on me?" John asked innocently. If it was possible at all.
"Yeah. There is."
"Who?" John looked wildly at Rogue.
"Meh," Wanda and Remy started choking. "Ah think ya're so sexy in ya makeup, an' ya strange bold fashions, an' your hair turns meh on."
"Why didn't ya say something b'fore," John asked, leaping over the table to sit next to Rogue.
"Because she knew that I would kill her," Wanda said simply, putting John back in his seat with her powers. "So, how do you want to die?"
"With John," Rogue said, smiling. "My lover in mah arms. Or he can kill himself after Ah die, like Romeo and Juliet. Only it be Rogue and John. Not Romeo and Juliet." Wanda just shook her head.
"You're all idiots."
"That's why you love us," John said, smiling.
"I do? This is news to me?" Wanda fixed him with a glare.
"Well, I certainly love you," John replied.
"But I thought you were in love with Rogue…"
"A guy can be a player, right?" John looked to Remy for support.
"Remy would know," Rogue grinned.
"Yes, he would," Remy smiled.
"Can I take this?" The waiter had appeared again, and gestured to Remy's empty plate.
"Oui," Remy nodded. The waiter nodded back and began clearing their plates. Once he left, Remy turned to his friends. "Who wants t' dine an' dash?" He was met with a chorus of appraising yeses. They all quickly got up and left just as the waiter returned.
"Good one," John said approvingly as they reached the other end of the mall, safely away from the burger joint.
"Thanks," Rogue said, bowing.
"We gotta be gettin' 'ome," Remy said, looking at Rogue. "It's 7."
"So? That's early," Rogue complained.
"Early? Yes, but Remy t'inks dat y' should be gettin' back early, an' settin' a good example fer de little ones."
"Since when have you two been good examples?" John asked. "I mean, hangin' around us, goin' to cult movies… Bad, bad examples. Shame on you!"
"Remy din' ask t' be a role model when he joined de X-Men."
"And Ah din' ask fer a pain in tha ass when ya became mah friend."
"Yeah, well, we should be splittin' too," Wanda said. "Want to check the damage done to the house. That's what they've taken to doing now that Paul is all out of stupid Scott stories. Ruin the house."
"Well, see ya!" Rogue called as John and Wanda walked off.
"Come on," Remy said as he and Rogue walked out the front doors. "Let's do de bad rolemodel t'ing an' ride de bike."
"We don't have any other mode of transport," Rogue pointed out as Remy tossed her her helmet. They had parked relatively near the front door.
"True," Remy nodded as Rogue climbed on the back of the bike and they took off.
1) My dad thinks I'm lame for thinking that Remy from the comics, and Evo is hot, that Spike Spegall from Cowboy Bebop, and Trent Lane, from Daria, are hot. And Sirius. And Draco. And... Oh, hell. I'm not weird, am I?
2) Anna Raven is the name that Rogue used in X-Treme X-Men after she and Remy lost their powers. Eventually, even Remy started calling her that. Why not Marie? Because in the comics, Marie D'Ancanto is a former anti-mutant suicide bomber turned helper to the X-Men after her family was killed by a group of mutants and she lost her eye. Oh, and after she almost blew up a club that everyone was having a party in. That's why.
3)Remy's going to be Jack Sparrow in my Pirates parody. Woot for shameless self advertising!
It'll be out... when I'm done with my The Breakfast Club parody.
4)Wanda reminds me of Jane in Daria, as Rogue reminds me of Daria, Remy reminds me of Trent, and Jean of Quinn. Anyone wanna draw that for me?