Disclaimer: I'm wearing a thong, too, Rhett, but two thongs don't make a right.
Sorry I took so long to update, but things got hectic and I lost muse for this for a while.
Silver Fire And Wings
Chapter 7
Smash Goes The Wings
After the session the X-Kids went to their respective locker rooms, showered, and changed. Rogue went to her room. Looking out the window, she watched Angel try to show Sylvia how to use her wings in various ways. (A/N: Not that way, pervs!)
Rogue smiled a little when Syl crashed. On top of Warren. She opened the window to try to hear what Warren would say. "Ugh... Training's over for today." He got up and staggered away.
"'Ello, mon cherie." Came from above her. "Chere pretty when she smile."
"Eek!" She jumped and then scowled. "Gambit!"
"The one an' only, chere. Did chere miss Remy?" He flipped down into her room.
"No, Ah didn't miss yah. And mah name ain't 'chere'! It's Rogue!" She huffed, glaring at him.
"Remy want to know if Remy's chere would go to movie wit' him."
"No, Ah won't!" Rogue snapped. Then she heard someone calling.
"Like, Rogue, where are you? I like, want you to like, try some of my new cookies!" Rogue's head snapped back to Remy.
"On second thought, sure! When do we go?"
"As soon as you ready, chere!" Rogue dashed into the bathroom and came out with a long black trenchcoat and her leather gloves on. "Let's go!" She jumped out the window and used a little Logan to land. Remy dropped behind her and led her to his bike.
They zoomed away a minute later, Rogue holding on to Remy tightly.
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Kurt sulked around the mansion. Amanda had seen him talking with Sylvia and now she thought he was cheating on her.
He bamfed to the roof. Sitting in his favorite spot, he stared at the sunset. After a minute, he cocked his head. 'Is zat somevone singing?'
He crawled closer to the sound. It was a guitar strumming. And someone was singing along.
Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreaming of a could-be
If I'd end up happy
I would pray
Trying not to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I'd pray
I could breakaway
I'll spread my wings
And learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes
Till I touch the sky
Make a wish
Take a chance
Take a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness
And out of the sun
But I won't forget all
The ones that I love
Take a risk
Take a chance
Take a change
And breakaway
Want to feel a warm breeze
Sleeping near a palm tree
Hear the rush of the ocean
Get aboard a fast train
Try to load a tall plane
Far away
And breakaway
I'll spread my wings
And learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes
Till I touch the sky
Make a wish
Take a chance
Take a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness
And out of the sun
But I won't forget all
The ones that I love
I gotta
Take a risk
Take a chance
Take a change
And breakaway
Buildings with a 100 floors
Swingin' on revolvin' doors
Maybe I don't know
Where they'll take me
Gotta keep movin' on
Movin' on
Fly away
Breakaway
I'll spread my wings
And learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes
Till I touch the sky
Make a wish
Take a chance
Take a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness
And out of the sun
But I won't forget
The place I called home
I gotta
Take a risk
Take a chance
Take a change
And breakaway
Breakaway
Breakaway
Breakaway
Breakaway...
The voice let the last word slip off it's tongue slowly, lingeringly. Kurt blinked. That song...It was...It was...him. It described him well. His feelings...His life...Him... He scampered away to write the song down while it lingered in his mind. Then he was going to call Amanda.
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Again, sorry I didn't update before, but things got busy. Pray for Janet Wells in WV, will you? She has terminal brain cancer.
Please, if you read, review! More reviews means more chapters and more Romy fluff! (And Jott. Say, who should I stick with Logan? Mystique or Storm? And what about the Prof? Say something in your reviews!)