(An: I forgot to mention.. this is the last chapter. Ain't that sad?)
S-O-C: This one's just a tad late, but my mini-swamp rat just got back from his vacation. He thanks you for the Drammamine and plans to join you as soon as his ego shrinks enough to fit in the scanner.
Ishy: I like Pete too. He's fun to mess with. -nods-
HH: You have the right to do anythin'. Except rape sheep, but that's an injoke that we won't go into, hmm?
SSS: I -love- messing with group situations. It seems to me like after a certain point, living in a lighthouse with a bunch of crazy people would make anyone rebellious.. or look for an easy target, mwa-haha...
"And we're back again," said Kurt, looking at the town of Heirelgart as though it might suddenly spring to life and eat him.
"Aw, Kurt, it's not, like, that bad," said Kitty. "Your family's, like, totally cool! And that centaur was kind of cute..."
"IS EVERYONE CUTER THAN ME?!" cried Kurt, looking up at the sky as though begging it for justice.
"Yep," said Kitty and Rogue in unison.
"DON'T DO THAT!" shouted Remy and Logan at the same time. Both looked horrified by the prospect of having the same thought and edged away from each other.
"Ok, we have SO got to start hanging around other people," said Kitty, shaking her head as they walked down into the city.
Kurt looked as though he might cry. "Nobody loves the fuzzy man," he said mournfully.
"Nope, get used t' it," said Remy, patting his friend's back. "If y've got a girlfriend, she's goin' t' ignore y'."
"Come on, ya idiots!" shouted Rogue, waving at the guys, who'd fallen behind.
"The things we do for love," said both men in unison and followed a little bit faster.
There were, thankfully, no incidents involving horny centaurs or Kurt's relatives. Kurt tried to show his thankfullness properly, but Kitty wouldn't let him. She threatened to take away his ceiling-macking rights.
Rogue walked into the jeweler's, trying not to do a little victory dance.
She put the little bag on the jeweler's desk. The jeweler blinked up at her, then snatched the bag and walked into the back room. There was the loud sound of hammering, drilling, things being smashed, and an explosion.
"That can't be good..." said Rogue, looking apprehensive.
There was a banging sound, and then a satisfied sigh. The jeweler came back out, holding up a replica of the piece Kitty'd shorted out. "Here you go," he said, smiling at them. "No charge. There's a warranty, after all." He nodded sagely at them, then shooed the- ugh- teenagers out of his nice shop.
"Now we can finally end this sadistic little field trip," said Logan. "Praise.. whoever ya wanna praise."
"Can't we take a boat dis time? I like boats."
"NO!"
A FEW HOURS LATER, MUIR ISLAND
"So ye finally got the part, then," said Moira as the X-group walked into her lab.
"Well, there was this little incident with-"
"I know. Rahne told me aaaaall about it," Moira interupted with a faint smile.
She took the part. There were several banging sounds and a sizzly noise as she put it in the negater. "There we go," she said, inspecting her work. "Now it'll work."
Rogue snatched it and put it on. She pressed a few buttons and was rewarded with a high-pitched beep. "Ah'm nevah goin' ta get used ta that," she said, blinking.
"Is it working?" asked Moira, flipping through a few papers. She looked up when there was no answer. "..Rogue?"
Rogue didn't answer. She was too busy making out with Remy.
"Don't bother," said Logan. "They'll be at it for hours. Gotta make up fer lost time."
Moira nodded, looking a little bit scared. "Um, you can take the jet back to Xavier. I was plannin' to visit anyway." She handed him the keys and looked as though she wanted nothing more than to have the creepy X-people out of her lab.
Remy and Rogue kept on making out all the way up into the jet.
"Aren't you guys, like, forgetting something?" asked Kitty, tapping Rogue's shoulder. "Like, maybe, breathing?!"
"We're busy," they said, breaking it off for a second. Then they went right back to business.
"Well, don't, like, blame me if you two, like, pass out," she muttered.
"You know, I'd do the same for you, Katzchen," said Kurt. "That is, if everyone on the planet weren't cuter than the fuzzy man."
"Oh, like, get over yourself, Kurt," Kitty replied. They started macking.
"Remember, bubs, Chuck likes kids, but he don't like kids havin' kids," said Logan as he got into the pilot's seat.
"Yuck," said both girls, looking disgusted by the idea.
Both boys just looked rather intrigued.
The trip back was quiet, mainly because this ride was much smoother and all four X-people were macking like there was no tommorrow.
Logan rolled his eyes, muttering to himself about "kids these days."
BACK AT THE X-MANSION
Nobody paid much mind when Logan came in growling and muttering about needing a beer, or batted an eye when Kitty and Kurt climbed the walls to make out on the ceiling.
What caught their attention was Rogue and Remy, macking with no sort of protection (that would be something to block skin-on-skin, not like a condom.. yuck) and stumbling off in the general direction of the roof.
"Scott... SCOTT!" said Jean, who was sitting on the couch with said Scooter.
Scott, who was asleep behind those creepy red shades of his, awoke with a start. "Who's dead?!" he asked, looking as though he was blinking confusedly from behind his glasses.
"....Why would someone be dead?" asked Kitty and Kurt from the ceiling.
"Get down from there! That's just creepy!" said Jean.
"Dominatrix," muttered Kitty before Kurt bamfed them off to a less crowded ceiling.
"Who's dead?!" demanded Scott.
"No one's dead," said Jean.
"Well then, why'd you wake me?"
"Because of that," said Jean, pointing to where Remy and Rogue were having slight problems getting through a doorway while attached at the mouth.
"Oh," said Scott. There was a thump as he fell off the couch.
"Scott? ...Sco-ott... Where'd he go?" asked Jean, confused.
"I hate breathing," Rogue said as she and Remy broke off for maybe.. the second time that hour.
"Yeah, but den we'd be dead," said Remy as he climbed the ladder up to the roof.
"Ya come up here a lot or somethin'?" asked Rogue, looking around atop the roof.
"Yep," said Remy, a grim tone to his voice. "Only place where Logan'll let m' drink his beer, up here."
Rogue rolled her eyes. She glanced down at the ground when she heard a bamf, then rolled her eyes again as she saw Kitty and Kurt climb a tree for some quality mack time. "Is it impossible to get some privacy around here?" she asked as Kurt waved.
"Wave back," said Remy, fiddling with something.
"Yah're crazy," said Rogue, sitting down. "Yah're all crazy, and it's spread ta me due ta constant exposure."
"So y' finally figured it out den?" asked Remy, seeming satisfied with.. whatever he was doing. "Dere we go," he muttered, and pressed a button. He pulled Rogue to her feet. "Now, den, shall we dance, ma chere?"
"Ah didn't spend two days with ya lettin' ya torture me for nothin'," was Rogue's reply.
Kitty and Kurt paused in their mack session for a moment to stare at Rogue and Remy. They were waltzing on the roof, soft piano-y music coming from a small stereo.
Kitty shook her head. "And they say we're, like, strange," she said.
"Ja," said Kurt. "Maybe I should give her birth control for her next birthday..."
"Ku-urt," said Kitty, making a face. "Anyway, by then it'll probably be too late..."
Kurt was spared having to reply to that abhorrent idea by the continuation of their macking.
(And that's that! I just -may- do a sequel and make this into a trilogy.. if I get bored enough and get permission to borrow Daph from Di.. if I do it'll be called "Shall We Flirt?" and involve jealousy, noodle bombs, and of course, macking on the ceiling... Bye! Read and review!)