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Unveil
The two teenage girls dismounted from the motorbike. They handed their helmets to their generous driver, who placed them on the seat of his sidecar.
Using her nails as a comb, Rogue pulled her fingers through the unruly hair that sat upon her scalp, which had been squashed underneath the headgear she had just been wearing.
"And Ah thought ya drivin' was bad," she muttered to Kitty.
Kitty gritted her teeth together and stepped on Rogue's foot.
"Ow!"
The valley girl smiled triumphantly before turning back to her chauffeur. "Like, thanks Remy." She nudged her friend in the ribs with her pointed elbow.
Rogue scowled and rubbed her side. "Yeah, yeah," she said curtly. "Thanks, Swamp Rat."
Her 'husband' took off his own helmet and shook his head, causing a few of the auburn locks from atop his head to fall into his eyes. A sudden urge to push the hair away and stare into his hypnotizing red on black eyes came over Rogue. What was this feeling she was experiencing? Oh, how she wished... 'What has gotten in ta me? Ah read that women often experience mood swings off and on durin' pregnancy, but this is beyond weird. Ah mean, Ah'm beginnin' ta sound like one of those dimwitted girls from Kitty's romance novels.'
"It was Remy's pleasure, petites." He kissed both their hands.
Rogue quickly withdrew hers. "Don't touch meh."
"So hostile, chère."
"Ya have yet ta see mah hostile side. Now, don't go off and forget 'bout tomorrow's dinner."
"Remy won't," he said. "Scout's honor."
She scoffed. "Like ya were ever a scout."
He climbed onto the seat of his motorcycle and restarted the engine. "You'd be surprised." He put his helmet back on and waved. "Au revoir," he said before speeding off into the obscurity. His black leather jacket blended in with the dark gloom, and the rev of his engine soon faded into nothing.
Kitty squealed happily. Rogue slapped her hands over her ears to keep herself from being deafened by her friend's excitement. "He was so hot, Rouge! Why didn't you tell me? And he's, like, so totally into you! He was trying so hard to impress you with the hand kissing thing. And you so like him too, don't you? You guys are, like, going to have the cutest kids together!"
"Ah don't lahke him, Kitty!" Rogue protested.
The brunette rolled her eyes. "Sure." She grabbed Rogue's arm and phased them through the gate before skipping away.
Rogue repeated herself. "Ah don't lahke him!" she said while taking large strides to catch up to her friend.
They hung their jackets on the coat rack near the front doors of the mansion and headed up to their rooms. "Better get some sleep. Tomorrow's going to be one hectic day."
Logan stepped out of the shadows. They hadn't noticed him standing there. 'What did the Half-Pint mean by that?' He sniffed the air. The different smells from the girls' coats hung in the air around him. One of the smells was familiar... it was the one he had smelled on Rogue when she first got back from France. 'And who does that scent belong ta?'
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"This is where Katya lives, is it not?"
Remy and the other Acolytes stood huddled together at the front doors of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, shivering as the cold New York air blew past them. "Oui. How do y' know de petite fille, Tin Man?" he asked while watching St. John make miniature hula dancers do the limbo above his lighter.
Piotr blushed a deep shade of red. "Da, Magneto signed me up for an English tutor," he said. "I meet her at the Bayville high school every Tuesday and Thursday. I dink she told me about this place one time. She did not know I was an Acolyte until last night. She took it very well. She is nice."
"Hmm." Remy smiled. His friend seemed to have a crush on a certain Kitty cat. His happiness soon wore off, though, as his thoughts wandered back to his current predicament. He hadn't told anyone, but for the first time in his twenty-one years of life, he was slightly worried about the dinner Rogue had planned as an 'exposing her pregnancy' sort of thing. 'Is Remy dressed right fo' de occasion? What's gonna happen? What will de fille's amis t'ink?" He rang the doorbell before he had a chance to chicken out.
Cyclops opened the door and glowered. Rudely, he asked, "What do you want?"
"Is dat how y' treat guests?"
"Ones that try to destroy the human race and any mutants who oppose them, yes. I do."
"Scott? Who's that?"
A redhead girl stepped out from behind the tall boy. "They were just leaving," he answered her. He began to close the door, but with a touch to her temple, he was jolted backwards.
"Scott," she said softly, "Rogue invited them. They're going to join us for dinner tonight."
"What?!"
Remy smirked as he followed the girl into the Institute. "I'm sorry for my boyfriend's insolence. Even enemies should be treated with respect. By the way, I'm Jean." The boys followed her through an intricate maze of hallways until they finally reached a large room. A dining table sat in the middle with about twenty-five chairs surrounding it, some already filled up with bodies.
"Aren't those the Acolytes?"
"Why are they here?"
"What's happening? I missed something again, didn't I?"
Rogue stood up and put her hands on her hips. Even in simple clothes like the oversized sweatshirt and baggy pants that hid her pregnant belly, Remy couldn't help but notice her radiance compared to the other girls in the room. She grabbed Remy's arm and dragged him into the foyer. "Where were ya? Ah thought ya'd never get here."
He snapped out of his daydreaming state and directed his glance to St. John who was entirely absorbed into his lighter. "We had some... trouble."
"Ugh," she said, slapping herself in the face softly. "Why meh?"
"Careful, chère. Don't ruin y' gorgeous face."
Her headache was getting worse, and Rogue was not in the mood for jokes. She hadn't been feeling well recently, but dismissed it, thinking of it as only pregnancy symptoms. "Shut it, LeBeau. Ah need ya support, not ya lip."
The both of them walked back into the dining room. Everyone studied them curiously. What was going on?
Logan walked through the threshold and popped a blade after seeing the boys. "Who are they?" he asked. 'I know I've seen them from somewhere before.'
"Logan, it's okay. Ya remember Magneto's team: Remy, Piotr, and St. John," she introduced.
"The Acolytes." That's when it came to him. The lying and different scents on her clothes. Rogue had been with the Acolytes all this time. "If they hurt ya, Stripes, I swear---"
"No. Nothing like that. Just... sit. Eat. Ah'll explain later."
Rogue wasn't very hungry. She stirred her food around in circles. 'How am Ah gonna do this without being killed or having someone else killed?'
((( You can do it, Rogue. )))
((( We believe in you. )))
Rogue looked to the two telepaths and nodded her thanks. After everyone was situated and had a chance to eat, Rogue stood up and tapped her drinking glass lightly with a spoon to get everyone's attention. She braced herself. 'This is it.' She rested her hands on the back of her chair and squeezed, hoping that everything would be okay.
"As ya all know, ever since Ah came back from France, Ah've been kinda... different." Some nodded their heads, while others waited patiently for what she had to say next. "That's because somethin' happened while Ah was there. Ya see, Ah got drunk," she admitted. "Ah know, Ah know, Ah was stupid and wrong. Ah confess. Well, ya see, Remy was there too. We were both drunk together. Ah guess we hit it off, of course, everything's still kinda blurry. Next thing Ah know, Ah wake up in the same bed as him with a ring on mah finger. Funny, huh?" She laughed nervously.
Everyone, for the exception of the Professor and Jean, gasped.
"She's married?"
"Wow!"
"Mein sister!"
Logan slammed his fist down on the table with the hand that wasn't holding his beer. His breathing became extremely irregular as he stomped over to the Cajun who was already heading for the nearest exit. All his blades were extended and ready for anything. A bloodcurdling roar erupted from his mouth as he charged.
Rogue screamed. "Logan! Don't!"
He looked towards her before grabbing Remy by his t-shirt and suspending him in mid air. His claws rubbed up against the skin of the boy's neck. "He's probably the one who made yer drink! Why shouldn't I slice his neck for what he did ta ya?!" he asked.
"Logan, calm down," Storm said.
"Shut up, Ro! Why shouldn't I, Rogue?" he asked again.
"Because Logan... he's mah babies' daddy!"
Logan dropped the man and looked at Rogue for a moment. "Ah'm pregnant, okay?! Ah am pregnant with triplets!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. She could feel his frustration and disgust and began to tear up. This was not at all what she had wanted to happen. He threw his half-empty beer bottle against the wall and growled ferociously. Some of the contents stained the floor. He trudged to the garage. No one dared to follow him.
She heard the door slam and a motorcycle peeling out of the mansion. She felt faint. Her body collapsed to the floor with a loud thud. Slowly, her mind fell into a state of unconsciousness. The only thing she could remember was Jamie yelling her name before everything turned black.
- So, how did you like it? Sorry for not getting it out earlier. My process of writing in really slow. So, again, I apologize (you'll probably hear me saying this all the time). Thank you for getting on my case, because it would probably weeks before I got out another chapter. Review, and I'll see you next time. xmengirlzrule signing out. -
