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Drifters : Chapter 5: Enter the Three Stooges : Logan walked back into the motel, to find Rogue was asleep, or so it seemed.
" How do you sleep with all these smells and sounds." Rogue complained. It had been only half a day and she still had his heightened senses. All those memories returning to her like that, along with all the emotions that accompanied them. She now knew more of the school Logan wanted her to give a try, but she still had her doubts about it.
" Ya learn to block some things out." Logan shrugged. " Brought ya some lunch." He raised the bag of food up, then set it on the table. Rogue nodded and climbed out of the bed. While he was gone she had taken the time to change into her favorite halter top, she only wore it when she was alone or when Logan was busy and she wouldn't accidentally touch him. And a pair of really faded black sweats and a pair of black gloves, of course. Her hair was semi pulled back and partly down and her face was bare because she decided to be lazy and didn't bother to put on her make-up yet.
" Lets see what ya got." Rogue commented as she rummaged threw the bag of food. She found a one bowl of salad, a box with a burger and fries, and another box with just fries. In his hands he still held two cups of coffee. " Alright, ah'm starved." She stated as she settled herself on the bed and began to eat her food.
" Kind of figured. " Logan muttered as he managed to snatch a few fries.
They sat in silence and ate. Logan was thinking about bring up the fact that he thought those guys were here and after them, but he decided against it. Rogue had enough problems to deal with.
" Ah got an email from Max, before ya go here." Rogue said breaking the silence.
" How's he doing?" Logan asked thankful that the silence had been broken.
" Pretty good. Said he got a new job, helpin' out mutants. Told meh he wasn't able to tell meh because of some rules. Ah said no problem, ah also told him 'bout what happened. He told meh, ah due for a mental break down." Rogue and Logan both laughed.
" That is true.hey." Logan said as Rogue playfully hit him in the arm.
" Ah am not some nut case." Rogue defended herself.
" Whatever you say Stripes." Logan commented.
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" Alright Kitty Cat we have t' make y' look a lil more like a biker boy." Remy said as he looked paced about the room, they got. It was nicer then the one Rogue and Logan got, but not by much.
" What's wrong with the way I look?" Sabertooth complained.
" Well for one homme, y' look like an assassin, and what we need is a man dat looks like as fool fo' pickin' a fight wit' de Wolverine." Remy continued to pace as Sabertooth walked over to the mirror to see if the Cajun was right. Remy saw this and smiled, just then there was a knock at the door. " Finally dere here."
Remy walked to the door and opened it to find two men. One rather tall and bulky, he seemed to be depressed about something, but smiled to greet Remy. The other was a tad shorter but not by much. He had red hair and a red goatee. Along with a mysterious smile plastered on his fac, like he was grinning. At something with an I-know-something-you-don't-know, look about him.
" Well if it isn't Remy, calling us here for help, to find a Sheila no less." Pyro said still grinning, occasionally glancing at Piotr.
" Johnny boy, good t' see ya." Remy opened the door wider and welcomed them in. " What's wit' him?" Remy asked nodding at Piotr.
" Huh? Oh well mate, I found Petey here scooping this one Sheila , so I told him to go talk to her." John was then cut off, by a rather large hand covering his mouth.
" You say another word and I will not hesitate to hurt you." Peter said threw his thick accent, keeping his hand clamped tightly to John's mouth.
" Oh come on homme, let de poor boy go." Remy attempted to reason with the not so friendly giant at the moment.
" Only if he stops talking." Peter said looking at John. All you could hear coming form him was some muffled words, sounding kind of like: ok uncle I give. Reluctantly Peter let go. John hurried away and stood behind Remy, gasping for air.
" It was just a little joke mate." John said in his defense, with a hand to his chest. Remy just laughed. " Like I was saying."
" JOHN!" Peter lunged at the Aussie angrily.
" Hey Kitty Cat lil help here." Remy called to Creed, while trying to hold Peter back from killing John. Sabertooth just chuckled and shook his head. " Fine, Remy just do it himself." Pulling out a card from his trench coat, he light it. " Alright Petey settle down." Peter stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the glowing card. " Okay.Remy wants t' know what de hell happened on de train ride over."
" But." Peter protested.
" No buts, or I'll let de card blow, now Johnny boy continue." Remy said calmly.
" Now where was I.oh yah I told him to talk to the Sheila but he said no. And I asked him why not, and he gave me this long list of excuses as to why he couldn't walk over and talk to the Sheila. And by the time I coaxed him into it, he ran into a food cart and knocked it over, taking the waitress down wit' him. After he cleaned himself up and was about to try again the train pulled into the station, and we had ta leave, so Petey here never got his chance." John managed to say all this about two breaths.
" Oh Petey, Remy going t' have t' teach y' 'bout charmin' de filles." Remy had already drained the energy from the card and put an arm around Peter's shoulder and a small grin appeared on Gambit's face as he walked a short distance with Peter right next to him. " Well now dat we got all dis settled, for now mind y'. We will pick dis up later, Petey, but now we have t' make de Pussy Cat look a little less conspicuous."
" And the reason is." Peter trailed off, thankful that the subject had shifted from him, to Creed.
" T' nab de fille of course." Remy said it as if it explained everything.
" Ya Petey, even you should know that." John said sarcastically, playfully whacking Peter on the back of his head.
" Don't hit me." Peter was not in the mood, so he hit John back a little harder then he meant to.
" Why not?" John then hit him again. The two began slapping each other, again and again.
Remy watched this slapping his forehead. "Ceci n'arrive pas à moi. ( This is not happening to me.)" He mumbled as he attempted to break up the little squabble between his two comrades. " Alright homes, lets break it up.HEY." In a failed attempt to break up the fight, Remy managed to get himself pulled into it. " Not de face." Remy yelled a couple times, after receiving a blow to the stomach, Gambit had had enough " ALRIGHT DAT'S ENOUGH!" Remy yelled charging yet another card, but he charged it a little too much do to his bad mood at the moment. The card glowed bright red, almost like a flame was being emitted from it. Both John and Peter stopped instantly, and stared at the glowing card.
" Alright, now Remy put that thing out." John said a little uneasily, backing away from the enraged Cajun.
" Yah Rem." Peter agreed.
It was at that point Remy noticed how much he charged the card. " Remy, come on I think that's enough." John asked again, still slowly backing away.
" Uh Remy can't, he charged it to much." Remy voice was now full of panic.
" Well get rid of it, Cajun." Sabertooth yelled, reminding them he was still there watching. Remy ran over to a window and threw the card out into the air, luckily they were on the top floor. Remy got rid of the card and closed the window in the blink of an eye, when a loud BOOOM!!! Sounded.
" Remy sorry 'bout dat, mon amis." He said a tad embarrassed. A small sound almost like laughter was heard by Remy, John and Peter, all three turned to see Sabertooth laughing.
" What's with him?" John asked really confused.
" Got me. Hey Pussy Cat what's wit' y'." Remy asked with a raised eyebrow.
" You three remind me of the three Stooges." Creed finally said.
Remy understood whom Creed was talking about, but John and Peter were totally clueless. " Who are they?" John finally asked. Peter nodded in agreement.
" Huh? Oh dere diss, well dey where.y' know were getting off subject again." Remy complained, folding his arms over his chest huffing.
" Fine if ya don't know just say so." John joked.
" Remy know, mon ami. It's just off de subject." Remy snapped back.
" Sure Rem." Peter added in.
"Pouvons nous obtenir de nouveau à trouver la fille, svp." Remy yelled.
" Huh?" Both Peter and John said in unison.
"Can we get back to finding the fille, please." Remy translated, whenever he got really worked up he started to speak French.
" Hey Rem, how do we find de Sheila if we don't know what she looks like?" John asked turning around and facing Remy.
" Like dis, homme." Remy said handing the picture out to John but Peter grabbed it first.
" Hey," John yelled as he tried to look over Peter's shoulder to see the picture. Peter examined the picture of Rogue closely. " Come on mate, let me get a look see." John complained, after a second or two Peter gave an impatient John the photo. " Thank ya, mate..well ain't she a beaut."
" What does changing Creed's look, have to do with this again?" Peter asked a few seconds later in his thick Russian accent.
" Cause de fille is here, in dis town. Remy heard her friend talkin' dey goin' t' dey fight, t'night. So Kitty Cat keeps de wolf busy and we grab de fille, and Remy have his debt paid up, so he can go home." Remy felt happy that if all went well he would be back home by the end of the week.
" So after two years mate your free." Pyro said with envy.
" Yup." There was silence for a few moments.
" SO what happened to the road runner, I thought he was here?" Pyro asked trying to get rid of the eerie silence.
" Left. After me and Creed left dey diner Speedy took off. Mad as hell." Remy chuckled at the memory. He hated Pietro and was glad he managed to tick him off, before his hastened departure.
" Wish I could off seen the little brat that pissed off." Peter piped in.
" You should of, but it wasn't a pretty site, mon ami." Remy said as all three laughed at a image of Pietro upset.
" So."
" So.why don't we just give the mate some jeans and a worn t." Pyro suggested. " I'm sure Petey here has something that would fit the Cat." Pyro looked to Peter who looked to Remy who looked to John, and smiled.
" Dat could work, mon ami." Remy said as he fixed his eyes on Sabertooth. " Come on Petey get out de stuff."
Peter reluctantly grabbed some clothes he could part with and gave them to Gambit.
" Ok Pussy Cat here we go." Gambit said as the three of them got to work on Sabertooth's new look, all three with an evil grin on their faces.
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Authors Note: HALLIUJAH!!!!!!!! I'm done. And early for that matter, I'm on a roll. Well enjoy this early chapter, and next chapter the long awaited Remy and Rogue meeting will happen. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please review and tell me what you think. Oh ya. Rogue Lebeau that was a cruel April fools joke. But I am glad to hear that you are still writing Captured Pain. If you haven't read it. read it. That and Giddy, by Seven Sunningdale. Both are really good, there are so many other fics that are great but at the moment those are the only two I will talk about. Look for the next chapter next Wednesday. : Thanks to those that have reviewed!!!!! :
Until next chapter!!!!!!
Drifters : Chapter 5: Enter the Three Stooges : Logan walked back into the motel, to find Rogue was asleep, or so it seemed.
" How do you sleep with all these smells and sounds." Rogue complained. It had been only half a day and she still had his heightened senses. All those memories returning to her like that, along with all the emotions that accompanied them. She now knew more of the school Logan wanted her to give a try, but she still had her doubts about it.
" Ya learn to block some things out." Logan shrugged. " Brought ya some lunch." He raised the bag of food up, then set it on the table. Rogue nodded and climbed out of the bed. While he was gone she had taken the time to change into her favorite halter top, she only wore it when she was alone or when Logan was busy and she wouldn't accidentally touch him. And a pair of really faded black sweats and a pair of black gloves, of course. Her hair was semi pulled back and partly down and her face was bare because she decided to be lazy and didn't bother to put on her make-up yet.
" Lets see what ya got." Rogue commented as she rummaged threw the bag of food. She found a one bowl of salad, a box with a burger and fries, and another box with just fries. In his hands he still held two cups of coffee. " Alright, ah'm starved." She stated as she settled herself on the bed and began to eat her food.
" Kind of figured. " Logan muttered as he managed to snatch a few fries.
They sat in silence and ate. Logan was thinking about bring up the fact that he thought those guys were here and after them, but he decided against it. Rogue had enough problems to deal with.
" Ah got an email from Max, before ya go here." Rogue said breaking the silence.
" How's he doing?" Logan asked thankful that the silence had been broken.
" Pretty good. Said he got a new job, helpin' out mutants. Told meh he wasn't able to tell meh because of some rules. Ah said no problem, ah also told him 'bout what happened. He told meh, ah due for a mental break down." Rogue and Logan both laughed.
" That is true.hey." Logan said as Rogue playfully hit him in the arm.
" Ah am not some nut case." Rogue defended herself.
" Whatever you say Stripes." Logan commented.
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" Alright Kitty Cat we have t' make y' look a lil more like a biker boy." Remy said as he looked paced about the room, they got. It was nicer then the one Rogue and Logan got, but not by much.
" What's wrong with the way I look?" Sabertooth complained.
" Well for one homme, y' look like an assassin, and what we need is a man dat looks like as fool fo' pickin' a fight wit' de Wolverine." Remy continued to pace as Sabertooth walked over to the mirror to see if the Cajun was right. Remy saw this and smiled, just then there was a knock at the door. " Finally dere here."
Remy walked to the door and opened it to find two men. One rather tall and bulky, he seemed to be depressed about something, but smiled to greet Remy. The other was a tad shorter but not by much. He had red hair and a red goatee. Along with a mysterious smile plastered on his fac, like he was grinning. At something with an I-know-something-you-don't-know, look about him.
" Well if it isn't Remy, calling us here for help, to find a Sheila no less." Pyro said still grinning, occasionally glancing at Piotr.
" Johnny boy, good t' see ya." Remy opened the door wider and welcomed them in. " What's wit' him?" Remy asked nodding at Piotr.
" Huh? Oh well mate, I found Petey here scooping this one Sheila , so I told him to go talk to her." John was then cut off, by a rather large hand covering his mouth.
" You say another word and I will not hesitate to hurt you." Peter said threw his thick accent, keeping his hand clamped tightly to John's mouth.
" Oh come on homme, let de poor boy go." Remy attempted to reason with the not so friendly giant at the moment.
" Only if he stops talking." Peter said looking at John. All you could hear coming form him was some muffled words, sounding kind of like: ok uncle I give. Reluctantly Peter let go. John hurried away and stood behind Remy, gasping for air.
" It was just a little joke mate." John said in his defense, with a hand to his chest. Remy just laughed. " Like I was saying."
" JOHN!" Peter lunged at the Aussie angrily.
" Hey Kitty Cat lil help here." Remy called to Creed, while trying to hold Peter back from killing John. Sabertooth just chuckled and shook his head. " Fine, Remy just do it himself." Pulling out a card from his trench coat, he light it. " Alright Petey settle down." Peter stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the glowing card. " Okay.Remy wants t' know what de hell happened on de train ride over."
" But." Peter protested.
" No buts, or I'll let de card blow, now Johnny boy continue." Remy said calmly.
" Now where was I.oh yah I told him to talk to the Sheila but he said no. And I asked him why not, and he gave me this long list of excuses as to why he couldn't walk over and talk to the Sheila. And by the time I coaxed him into it, he ran into a food cart and knocked it over, taking the waitress down wit' him. After he cleaned himself up and was about to try again the train pulled into the station, and we had ta leave, so Petey here never got his chance." John managed to say all this about two breaths.
" Oh Petey, Remy going t' have t' teach y' 'bout charmin' de filles." Remy had already drained the energy from the card and put an arm around Peter's shoulder and a small grin appeared on Gambit's face as he walked a short distance with Peter right next to him. " Well now dat we got all dis settled, for now mind y'. We will pick dis up later, Petey, but now we have t' make de Pussy Cat look a little less conspicuous."
" And the reason is." Peter trailed off, thankful that the subject had shifted from him, to Creed.
" T' nab de fille of course." Remy said it as if it explained everything.
" Ya Petey, even you should know that." John said sarcastically, playfully whacking Peter on the back of his head.
" Don't hit me." Peter was not in the mood, so he hit John back a little harder then he meant to.
" Why not?" John then hit him again. The two began slapping each other, again and again.
Remy watched this slapping his forehead. "Ceci n'arrive pas à moi. ( This is not happening to me.)" He mumbled as he attempted to break up the little squabble between his two comrades. " Alright homes, lets break it up.HEY." In a failed attempt to break up the fight, Remy managed to get himself pulled into it. " Not de face." Remy yelled a couple times, after receiving a blow to the stomach, Gambit had had enough " ALRIGHT DAT'S ENOUGH!" Remy yelled charging yet another card, but he charged it a little too much do to his bad mood at the moment. The card glowed bright red, almost like a flame was being emitted from it. Both John and Peter stopped instantly, and stared at the glowing card.
" Alright, now Remy put that thing out." John said a little uneasily, backing away from the enraged Cajun.
" Yah Rem." Peter agreed.
It was at that point Remy noticed how much he charged the card. " Remy, come on I think that's enough." John asked again, still slowly backing away.
" Uh Remy can't, he charged it to much." Remy voice was now full of panic.
" Well get rid of it, Cajun." Sabertooth yelled, reminding them he was still there watching. Remy ran over to a window and threw the card out into the air, luckily they were on the top floor. Remy got rid of the card and closed the window in the blink of an eye, when a loud BOOOM!!! Sounded.
" Remy sorry 'bout dat, mon amis." He said a tad embarrassed. A small sound almost like laughter was heard by Remy, John and Peter, all three turned to see Sabertooth laughing.
" What's with him?" John asked really confused.
" Got me. Hey Pussy Cat what's wit' y'." Remy asked with a raised eyebrow.
" You three remind me of the three Stooges." Creed finally said.
Remy understood whom Creed was talking about, but John and Peter were totally clueless. " Who are they?" John finally asked. Peter nodded in agreement.
" Huh? Oh dere diss, well dey where.y' know were getting off subject again." Remy complained, folding his arms over his chest huffing.
" Fine if ya don't know just say so." John joked.
" Remy know, mon ami. It's just off de subject." Remy snapped back.
" Sure Rem." Peter added in.
"Pouvons nous obtenir de nouveau à trouver la fille, svp." Remy yelled.
" Huh?" Both Peter and John said in unison.
"Can we get back to finding the fille, please." Remy translated, whenever he got really worked up he started to speak French.
" Hey Rem, how do we find de Sheila if we don't know what she looks like?" John asked turning around and facing Remy.
" Like dis, homme." Remy said handing the picture out to John but Peter grabbed it first.
" Hey," John yelled as he tried to look over Peter's shoulder to see the picture. Peter examined the picture of Rogue closely. " Come on mate, let me get a look see." John complained, after a second or two Peter gave an impatient John the photo. " Thank ya, mate..well ain't she a beaut."
" What does changing Creed's look, have to do with this again?" Peter asked a few seconds later in his thick Russian accent.
" Cause de fille is here, in dis town. Remy heard her friend talkin' dey goin' t' dey fight, t'night. So Kitty Cat keeps de wolf busy and we grab de fille, and Remy have his debt paid up, so he can go home." Remy felt happy that if all went well he would be back home by the end of the week.
" So after two years mate your free." Pyro said with envy.
" Yup." There was silence for a few moments.
" SO what happened to the road runner, I thought he was here?" Pyro asked trying to get rid of the eerie silence.
" Left. After me and Creed left dey diner Speedy took off. Mad as hell." Remy chuckled at the memory. He hated Pietro and was glad he managed to tick him off, before his hastened departure.
" Wish I could off seen the little brat that pissed off." Peter piped in.
" You should of, but it wasn't a pretty site, mon ami." Remy said as all three laughed at a image of Pietro upset.
" So."
" So.why don't we just give the mate some jeans and a worn t." Pyro suggested. " I'm sure Petey here has something that would fit the Cat." Pyro looked to Peter who looked to Remy who looked to John, and smiled.
" Dat could work, mon ami." Remy said as he fixed his eyes on Sabertooth. " Come on Petey get out de stuff."
Peter reluctantly grabbed some clothes he could part with and gave them to Gambit.
" Ok Pussy Cat here we go." Gambit said as the three of them got to work on Sabertooth's new look, all three with an evil grin on their faces.
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Authors Note: HALLIUJAH!!!!!!!! I'm done. And early for that matter, I'm on a roll. Well enjoy this early chapter, and next chapter the long awaited Remy and Rogue meeting will happen. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please review and tell me what you think. Oh ya. Rogue Lebeau that was a cruel April fools joke. But I am glad to hear that you are still writing Captured Pain. If you haven't read it. read it. That and Giddy, by Seven Sunningdale. Both are really good, there are so many other fics that are great but at the moment those are the only two I will talk about. Look for the next chapter next Wednesday. : Thanks to those that have reviewed!!!!! :
Until next chapter!!!!!!