Hey. I felt so bad about making you guys wait so long that I posted this without that kid-proofing part I promised. But it does have backbone!Scott, and ROMY!.
I love ROMY!s.
Anyway, I forgot to mention in the first chap that I don't own Greco. Well, ...I don't. It's a Canadian-centered (as far as I'm aware) pizza chain. And I don't own the Aroostook Medical Center in this chappie either.
It seems I have been neglecting my reviewers. Must rectify.
Witch-Uk - Hey there! I've been reading The Future and I must say, that's a horrible cliffhanger you left off with. I updated, now it's your turn.
Crimson Dragon13 - I believe I mentioned it was my first try at the accents and I realize I over did it beyond too much. I really hope this one's better. Oh, metric, my dad was driving in Presque Isle one day and he got a speeding ticket because our speedometer was in km/h instead of mph and he got all screwed up. We should just keep it all simple, down with metric!
me - Are you trying to make me blush? Honestly, I haven't smiled so much in ages. Thank you so much for reviewing again, I hope this meets your standards.
SickmindedSucker - I'm glad you like Wanda and Pietro this way, and I really loved your reviews. That biting the heads off comment made me laugh and your Wolvie comment sent me spiraling down a whole new road for this fic. Poor Wolvie is right. And the sheer fact that you reviewed both chapters, ooh, the goosebumps!
ME - Hey! This enough ROMY!ness for you? I just love the Remy torture. (insert evil cackle) And if you like these kinds of stories you mightcheck Witch-Uk's account, I've noticed she's got quite a few. Enjoy!
Happy reading, y'all!
Part trois
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"Petite! Remy didn't mean dat! Bah! Stupid mood swings." Remy LeBeau stopped pounding his fist against his bedroom door when it became obvious it wasn't going to open. The mood swings were always the worst part of both pregnancies. All he said was that he would get her some more pickles as soon as he put their daughter down for her nap. So as any hormonally corrupt woman would, she took this to mean that he didn't care about her needs and had been locked in the room he had a feeling he was going to be banished from for a while ever since. He sighed dramatically and leaned his forehead against the door.
Remy, as careful as he was around his lovely wife, still, unfortunately, provided the majority of the entertainment for the rest of his family members. This, to him, was by far the most immediate drawback to having so many generations under the same roof. Too great a number had no clue what was going on and found the situations he got himself into very funny, and many more knew damn well what he was going through and found it that much more amusing.
"As much as it pleases me to see you like this, petit frere-" Remy ground his teeth. Damn house of thieves, there's always someone behind you. He smirked a little as he thought back to how paranoid his petite had gotten when she first moved in. "-I must admit... D'accord, dat's it, it's funny as l'enfer. Not even de great LeBeau charm, of which you brag of wielding so valiantly, could help you maitenent, eh?"(1)
"...MERCY!" Remy hoped Henri nearly had a heart attack before he ran off, his lovely wife running up the stairs just down the hall. He still hadn't lifted his head from the door to check for himself.
A warm hand was lain on his shoulder when Mercy reached him.
"I'll put a leash on 'im, I swear it," she assured him, knowing too well that her husband had probably been by. She reached over and knocked on the door, asking the younger woman to open the door in no particular words noted by her brother-in-law. Remy, assuming she wouldn't, couldn't stop himself from falling face first when she did. Immediately his wife fell to her knees and coddled him, saying how sorry she was she flew off the handle, cursing those 'damn hormones', and leaving the Cajun straining to remember what the hell Mercy had said to her when she knocked.
"No worries about the pickles nonplus. I saw we were out and Mattie went pick some up. Now why don't you both put Noel down and spend some 'alone time' downstairs? I've the VCR packed and waiting."
Mon Dieu, dat fille's incroyable!
With all three working together they quickly lifted the very pregnant Rogue back up off the ground and Mercy tapered off after her husband.
"Mah Gawd, that woman is incredible!"
"Pas si encroyable que vous, ma belle."
Rogue smirked at his comment and remarked in mock astonishment, "Without a missing a beat, yet."
Their three-year-old was sitting on her bed among her sea of plushies waiting for them when they entered her room. She yawned as they approached and hugged her favorite teddy bear close.
Their little Noel was considered by the family as a miracle child. Despite the control gained through an incident involving (but not limited to) the absorption of Wanda Maximoff's more power-focused self, no one was really sure if Rogue would still be able to get pregnant or not. So of course they had the baby shower to end all baby showers when she did. Remy could still remember back on that day when she threatened to have another kid for the party alone. Back in the real world Remy patted his lady's bulging tummy. Rogue rolled her eyes, having already used Jean's powers to tap into what he was chuckling at.
Tucking the covers up to her chin. Each parent took their turn kissing their auburn-haired angel's forehead. Her pale eyes glowed a little in the darkness before they closed, and her mother frowned. (2)
Retuning to the first floor of the building a few minutes later, they found Bless the Child on pause in the VCR and a bowl of popcorn waiting for them. Remy sniffed the air. Dill pickle popcorn seasoning, these cravings were going to poison him one day.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Mercy was trying to tear an expensive looking invitation out of her four-year-old's hands (3). Running around the table after him, the boy was finally cut off by his father who, much to his wife's annoyance, confiscated the envelope and darted with it, laughing back at her. Mercy snarled and took off after him. (4)
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"Go stick your head in a blender." The adviser stopped short and fell behind step with the young woman.
"What!?!"
"And that's an order!" Still stuptified by the obvious crankiness, the man was quickly left in the woman's dust and the office door they had arrived at was promptly slammed in his face.
"Is it still illegal to sew someone's mouth shut?"
"Not unless they're already dead."
"I can work with that." Sighing, Scott Summers watched his boss collapse in her chair and beckon him over. He obliged and rubbed some of the tension out of her shoulder blades. "Summers, am I impatient?"
"As long as you're paying me, you're the most patient woman in the world."
"Bah," the brunette snapped at him, swiping away his hands. "Your voice doesn't count, not when you sing for your supper like that, Harpy." Watching her get up and stride across the huge office, Scott contemplated how the Hell he had wound up working for the little devilette.
It was not long after graduation when Jamie Robinson, a rogue mutant who had been known before for helping out the Brotherhood and the Acolytes in skirmishes, approached him with a bid for his help. It turns out she knew of his interest in the legal system and she promised him a place at the top of the food chain if he became her advocate once he finished university. At the time he had brushed off the request and agreed jokingly; she had never seemed the type to take anything really seriously. It turned out that she had bribed Harvard into overlooking his mutation and accepting him. While he had been studying, she had gone on to teaching, made herself a prominent figure after moving to where no one knew her, became mayor and just kept moving up from there.
She was now the Senator of Maine and, as promised, Scott had become her Devil's advocate. And in spending all those years watching Ms. Robinson's back he was amused to admit that she was not the only one of the two who had lost their original view on the world for a more cynical outlook. Scott could be caught bragging at parties about the messes he had gotten her out of at the other sob's expense, or the cover-up jobs he had performed for her.
And to think, at one point he had been spiteful of a mere thief. Bah! Monsieur LeBeau had absolutely nothing on him.
"Summers, what's scheduled for the rest of the day?" Scott whipped a palm pilot obediently from the desk and started to read it off. Jamie puttered around the room half listening, looking at the handful she grabbed from her inbox before when he was in Lalaland, and pausing every so often for some trivial duty or another.
"You have a pubic appearance at 10 for the new hospital wing at the Aroostook Medical Center in Presque Isle. There's a luncheon at 12 and the appointment with Madame Debereau after that. You have a meeting at 4 about the state budget you've proposed without letting me look over it first. Nice going, that."
Jamie waved off his sarcasm and fed her flytrap, Audrey VII.
"Then you have to rush off at 7 to the jet if you want to make it to California in time for your dinner date at 8, which is followed by the half hour of personal time you gained when you cancelled your appointment with your massage therapist. By the way, I've changed that appointment to 9 for you. At 10-"
"What're you going to be doing tomorrow, Summers?" Amused at the change of subject (tight schedules always gave her claustrophobia) he told her he would be at a reunion for the X-Men and ilk. Jamie asked if he remembered seeing an invite in her own mail.
"Sorry, ma'am."
Scott had always wondered if it was a side effect of her powers that made it possible to actually see his boss-lady bristle like she was now.
Ms. Robinson, however seemed oblivious to the contempt pouring from her pores up until Audrey VII bit her finger. Scott immediately rushed for a band-aid while Jamie yelped and screamed something about 'another contamination'.
"Dammit Scott! What the Hell am I paying you for! Hurry up! I don't like bleeding!"
Amide the rush of activity suddenly going on around her , Jamie smirked wickedly as an idea struck her. A rather entertaining idea that involved the boy who had just slapped a band-aid on her finger and was now cleaning up her mess, as he usually could be found doing. Rolling her eyes and only half listening to what he was saying to her, Jamie loosened the piece of fabric that had caused her finger to go white.
"And I'm sure Audrey VII wont turn out too badly, she didn't get much and it probably wont affect her noticeably. At least, not like Audrey III." Scott shuddered as he cleaned up the soil that had flowed over the pot when his boss had yanked her hand away from the plant, nearly uprooting it. Audrey VII ignored his hand completely and seemed content to rip its own leaves to shreds.
"Famous last words." Jamie scowled deeply as she watched her pet gnaw through its own stem. The flower thudded against Scott's busy hand and rolled around on the table in its death. "I'll start work on another one when we get back. Harpy, get my case, we're going on a little vacation."
"Ma'am?"
"You're going to be bringing a date to that X-Freaks shindig."
"Time with the X-Geeks will hardly count as a vacation. And what about your schedule?"
Jamie sighed in typical 'I give up' fashion and strolled to his side. "Think Summers, they haven't seen your new backbone before, have they? Hell, they haven't seen either of us since Harvard. They'll be expecting some stick-up-his-ass military lawyer and a tree-hugging art teacher! It's worth clearing the date book for. Trust me, darling." She dragged out the word and lazily traced Scott's lips with a pin-sharp pinky nail. Scott smirked and caught it to suck on and nip. "This'll be entertaining for both of us."
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1)Oh dear lord, I made him sound Canadian. (I'm allowed to say that, I'm Canadian and even I say 'eh'... I don't sleep in an igloo though. And I don't eat whale blubber, and I don't know Jimmy, Sally, or Suzie from Canada although I'm sure they're very nice.)
2)Noel's eyes have nothing to do with this story, no worries.
3)Joseph, meet the audience. Audience, meet Joseph. (I didn't count him in the original kid tally because you will never even hear him mentioned by name, not counting here)
4)Proof of who Joseph takes after. Xx
Uh, hey. I believe I mentioned the pairings before somewhere, but I have something to tease you guys with about Wanda. I was planning on just having some single Wanda action with a little Jonda on da(Xx) side, but now that I've gotten ahead of myself in the story, I'd like to smoosh in a little one-sided crushing on someone's part. You guys get to guess who it's going to be (this isn't a vote, I've already decided). I just want to see who you guys'll come up with and maybe add one of your ideas too. Maybe. And as far as I know this will be the only pairing of them I've ever seen, ever.
HINT: He's in the X-Men.