As We Were
Disclaimier: We are the youth gone wild!
Review Response:
TheDreamerLady—I'm a bitch, am I? ::glares menacingly:: A bad, evil, author am I? Trying to murder Romy, am I? Well, just for that, now new chapter for you! Ha! ::Sticks out tongue::
Enchantedlight—Yep, will do!
Dreamcatcher89—I think it may be... um... I don't know what it would be in this case! Damn you for making me think!
silky black—Yes, the language is Remy, and he is so completely in love with Betsy it isn't even funny! ::rolls eyes:: Can I do the happy dance with you?
Lord-Chilluh—Don't know why I called you a new reviewer twice. Possibly the fact that my brain is on vacation. School starts in a week, man.
IvyZoe—I'm not planning on leaving soon, unless I'm forced to leave you.
Kitty-mm—And it loves you too!
pyrosgal—I would be too! I'd then want to crawl in a hole and die. I'm sure everyone else would be scared too. I'm not fat, but I'm not skinny. I'm... Healthy. Yeah, that'll work.
Leafee LeBeau—You're the second person who's called me evil today. Is this becoming a habit? ::stops to ponder.:: Remy would use a more violent method, other then pulling out hair. Even though that would be painful.
rage-girl-05—Damn, that must be pretty mean then. Shall I smack them?
Star-of-chaos—That's the only way to put it!
PomegranateQueen—Ooh, college... Just starting highschool in a week I am. Talk like Yoda I do. And that's one of the only ways to put it.
Totally Obsessed47—Thank you, thank you,::bows:: I do that a lot, don't I? Did you have fun on y our trip?
Ish—Hey! I missed you! So is the battle cry now changed to DEATH TO THE UBER WENCHES FROM THE PITS OF HELL!? I like it. I know exactly how you feel... When a certain character died in HP book 5 I got very sad and cried, and in that one episode... I can't remember what it's called, I'm so stupid, Accension, that's it, I think, when Rogue pushed Mystique off, I felt so sad and wanted to curl up in a ball and then hug my mom. And I only listened to the audio of it! I was at my cabin and Kat watched it. Relax, I'm not teasing you with the Romy. And will it be tea bags or tea leaves? I wanna read the tea leaves. For I see... THE GRIM!
Lady F—Well, I got a letter from him! So take that! Okay, okay, I lied, I really did. I'm sorry! Can you forgive me? ::cries:: Love all around! Oh, yes. On something usually meaning, what drug are you on, and can I have some? I like skank wart. That's a good word to describe her. Skank wart! Actually, I had to read the subtle hints twice before I got it. May have been too subtle. Maybe I'll just work my magic and make it happen for you.
psycho88—You're new, aren't you? Thanks a buncho!
SickmindedSucker—That sounds like a violent death. Can I watch? Sorry, I'm kind of short on words.
sleepy26—You're new too? She most likely probably will beat the crap out of them, do not fear!
Kiekabee-- Why did you catch Betsy's jaw? You should have crushed it even more! No, it's okay, you amused me. And I lurve you.
Chuckles123-- Hey, are you a new reviewer? Coolness. I giggle maddly at times like that too. I think I was giggling while writing it.DemonRogue13-- Thanks a bunch!
xpoisonedxangelx-- Hey, another new reviewer... And... Ooo... FROM MINNESOTA TOO! Yes, that's where Kat and I are. I'm in Orono, she's in Long Lake. Thanks a bunch!
"No way!" Wanda yelled into the phone, staring at it.
"Who are ya talking to?" John asked, sitting down next to her on the couch.
Wanda placed her hand over the receiver and said, "Remy."
"Oh, I'll be quiet then," John said, pantomiming buttoning his mouth shut. Wanda crossed her legs.
"I told you she was a bitch, but did you listen? NO!" John craned his ear and found himself incapable of hearing, got up and went to the Kitchen. Once in the kitchen, he sat on the counter and grabbed the phone from it's hook, placing it to his ear so he could hear the full conversation.
"I should 'ave listen t' y'," Remy was saying.
"That was pretty damn low too," Wanda agreed. "Taking advantage of Rogue's lack of powers... And at peak hours too! God..."
John now came to the conclusion that Betsy had made Rogue call long distance on her cell phone.
"Luckily Logan t'ought fast d'ough," Remy said. "But mon trenchcoat now is missin' pieces."
"Didn't you just buy a new one?"
"But dat's besides de point! De point is, Rogue was completley humiliated, an' is gonna have trouble showin' 'er face around fer a while."
Now John was beyond confused. How could using one's cell phone long distance during peak hours have ANYTHING to do with humiliation and broken trenchcoats.
"What the bloody 'ell is goin' on 'ere!?" John said, yelling into the phone.
"YACK!" Wanda yelled from her side. A purpley blue light came from the living room and hit John square in the chest, knocking him, phone still in his hand, out of the kitchen window and into the garden.
"Ow!" John yelled into the phone. "I knew y' liked it kinky, shiela, but not this kinky!"
"SHUT AND HANG UP!" Wanda and Remy's voices yelled at John, leaving him no choice to but to hang up and ponder this cell phone deal.
"So... just to try to lighten things up," Wanda began back in the living room. "And inspired by John... Not like I say things like this but... do you think Logan's got anything kinky planned?"
"Don' get me t'inkin' like dat."
"But... Why are you consurned? I thought you said you were mad at Rogue," Wanda questioned.
"I am..." Remy trailed off.
Logan brought the shocked Rogue to her room and closed the door. "I'll wait," He said, walking into her bathroom and closing the door, leaving Rogue privacy to change.
Being the generally bored guy he was a the moment, he began to look through her bathroom drawers. Top drawer, how much makeup could one girl have? Second drawer, lots of hair stuff, bottom drawer, towels, boring stuff.
Under the sink... As soon as he had opened it, Logan shut it, shuddering. He did /not/ need to know what type of tampon she wore. Straigening up, Logan walked to the door of the bathroom and knocked gently. "You all done in there, darlin'?"
Rogue responded by walking to the door and opening it, looking down at the floor.
Logan exited the bathroom and looked at Rogue.
"Rogue," He said softly.
"What?" She mumbled, still looking down.
"If I could," He said. "I'd make everyone forget."
"An' if Ah could, Ah'd kill Psylocke. But Ah can't."
"How're you so sure it's her?"
"Ah jus' know. Ah hate her. She hates meh. She's jealous that Ah have Warren, an' she doesn't."
"That's another thing," Logan said. "Rogue, what is up with you and Warren?"
"Not like ya could do anything about it," Rogue said pointedly. "Ah'm goin' out with him."
"Rogue, you an' him, you two don't got no attraction to each other. Tell me what's this about."
"We jus' like eachotha, that's all. Don' make this a big deal Logan, Ah'm 20, Ah can do what Ah want."
"And I know you can, Rogue. But I can tell you're lying. Tell me what this really is about."
"Fine. If ya're not gonna give meh anothah choice. Warren an Ah got tagetha ta make Psylocke an' Remy jealous. Warren likes Psylocke, an' Ah like Remy. Ya happy?" Rogue asked, turning away from the older man.
"Very," just then, the phone rang, saving Rogue from further enquiry about her dating rituals.
"Hello?" Logan said, picking it up. "Hold on, I'll get her," he held out the phone to Rogue. "Scarlet Witch."
"Thank you," Rogue said, taking the phone from Logan.
"I'll leave you and your phone now," Logan said, leaving.
"Rogue," Wanda said on the other end. "Are you okay?"
"Okay Ah guess..." Rogue said.
"Listen, this is about what you and Warren did," Wanda's tone sounded dangerous.
"Okay...?"
"You. Screwed. Up. Big. Time," Wanda said. "John told me about what he and Remy talked about. I think you blew it Rogue."
"What do ya mean!?" Rogue gasped into the phone.
"John said that Remy couldn't make up his mind between you and Betsy," When Wanda said the name, Rogue growled. "Between you and Psylocke, I mean. He said he loved you more, but he was being a selfish and horny little bastard and picked Betsy because he used to like you when you first met, and when he found out the six year age difference, he panicked."
"Shit," Rogue said. "But how does this make him a horny little bastard?"
"He chose Betsy because she could touch and you couldn't. But now since you've lost your X-Gene..."
"WHAT!?!" Rogue yelled into the phone. "AH LOST MAH X-GENE!?!"
"Whoops..." Wanda muttered.
"Oh... Fuck!" Rogue yelled angrily. "Ah'm so scrwed! Ah blew it with Remy, an' now that Ah have no powers, he'll nevah wanna touch meh again! Fuck fuck fuck!"
"Tell me about it," Wanda said cruely. "You have to redeem youself. Break it up with Warren. I mean, after all, Remy dumped Psylocke after the living room fiasco."
"WHAT?" Rogue yelled. "WHY AM AH NOT TOLD ANYTHANG AROUND HERE!"
"Calm down, Rogue. I'll explain everything just as much as I can! Baldie didn't want to tell you because he didn't know if it was lethal or anything. And Remy called me after he broke it off with Psylocke, that's why I know."
"I thought it was about long distance phone calls!" John's voice came from beyond Wanda's side.
"NO, IT WASN'T!" She yelled back. "NOW GET BACK TO FIXING THE WINDOW! IT'S COLD IN HERE!" She stopped yelling and turned back to the phone and said in a normal tone of voice, "John fell through the window."
Rogue banged her head against the nearest thing possible. The wall.
"Don't beat yourself up over this, Rogue," Wanda said. "We don't want that happening again." Rogue growled into the phone again. "Honestly, go talk to Baldie. Ask him what the hell is up with his trust issues. And his issues with having you wear skin-tight spandex. Something just creeps me out about that."
"Ah will. God, Ah don' think Ah can face tha rest o' tha institute again," Rogue said exhasperatedly.
"Especially because you're the only woman those guys've ever seen naked. Well, other then their significant other. You've got nothing to hide either."
"Ah know. But tha last thing Ah wanna become is some image for guys to jack off to in tha middle of tha night."
"Rogue, I don't think anything like that'll happen. Now go talk with the psycho! Oh, I mean psychic. Ask him what the hell his deal is."
"I will," with that, Rogue hung up the phone and proceeded to wipe her eyes of her tears, and march out the door to talk with Xavier. Avoiding the rest of the institute as much as possible.
"Tessa, come here, quick!" Hank said, he was down in his lab, studing Rogue's results.
"What's going on?" She asked, walking over to him.
"Look!" Hank pointed to the string of DNA shown on the monitor. "It's mutating!"
"She's getting her powers back!" Sage said excitedly.
"I don't think so..." Hank said, pulling up a picture of her DNA previously. "A different mutation's coming up." He pointed where Rogue's X-Gene had previously been green, her current mutating DNA was growing a blue tint as the Gene was growing.
"I think we've got trouble," Sage said, lifting her sunglasses for a better look.
"Oh yeah," Hank replied.