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Can you say Romy? Many reviewers can. Honestly, I expected that and am happy I got it. I am a huge Romy fan actually (although on weird nights I dabble in Rogans). You all seem to want both light abuse and romance, so I think I will have fun with this. I'm still working on plans but it should come together. On with the show...
"Ow" was Rogue's first conscious thought Sunday morning. She hadn't even moved when this came to mind. Rogue was that sore. As if it wasn't bad enough, that she was astoundingly bruised, school started tomorrow. Actually, that was the reason she was bruised and lying in last night's workout clothes, sprawled across the top of her bed.
When the news came on that school would be starting again, the Professor requested that there would be no DR sessions scheduled for Sunday so that the students could finish their homework. Logan had so kindly rescheduled the event for Saturday night after dinner. It had been a huge team thing that they collectively botched. As a result, they got a lecture afterwards that was probably longer than the actual session. By the time Rogue had forced her to her room, she fell on her bed and didn't move again until…well, she still hadn't moved yet.
Taking a deep breath she prepared herself for mobility. After much preparation she finally turned her head and looked at the clock. It read 8:28. That was good. Most of the institute would be at breakfast now so she could snag a shower. The outcome matched her prediction and Rogue relaxed under the hot jets. One excessively long shower later, she was back in her room preparing to get ready for the day. Step one was clothing. Dumping her nasty workout outfit in the trash, she started to rummage through a few drawers for undergarments. However she found a small problem with her quest. Actually it was quite a large problem- she couldn't find them. Not one bra seemed to be in her room. Someone had played some sort of prank on her. Bobby was known for starting trouble, it could have possibly been him. Rogue figured against this however when she remembered that he was deathly afraid of her. The other younger students followed that pattern as well. Perhaps Kurt was the culprit. That didn't fit either. He didn't wet himself in reaction to one of Rogue's glares, but he still would be very hesitant about messing with her. Besides, her room didn't smell like sulfur at all.
She noticed instead, as she sniffed around the room (a true sign she had spent too much time around Wolverine), that a faint odor of cigarettes seemed to lie in the room. But it was very faint. Odd indeed.
Remaining puzzled, Rogue decided that she couldn't just stay naked for as long as it took to find the culprit. She would just go downstairs and look for guilty faces later. Right now she had to find a baggy shirt and loose pants to properly hid her…situation. There was no such luck for wherever her undergarments had gone, her baggy over-ones had followed. Someone had thought this out completely. Bobby was definitely out of the running now. She couldn't stay in the room all day, no matter how much she tried. Kitty and Kurt would drag her out. Besides, she had to make her way to the library at some point during the day to finish (a.k.a. start) a report on something stupid. It was time for a battle plan.
Rogue opted for a tight purple sweater with a some-what tight tank top underneath. Any really tight small shirts that could be used for substitutes were conveniently missing. Someone had a pen and paper going on this one. She groaned as she looked in the mirror. It wasn't brutally obvious, but it wasn't very…supportive…either. For once she wished she were as flat as her former roommate. The thought of kitty spurred Rogue to slap herself in the head. There were other girls at the mansion. Lots of them. She could barrow from them. It was perfect. Rogue would just go put on her make-up and find Jean or someone (not flat) and beg for a favor. Perfect.
Not so perfect. Rogue's make up was gone. Completely gone. In its place was a king of hearts card. On the front it read, "You stole my defense, so I took yours". The back had writing also, "All is fair in love and war."
Cigarette smell, she should have known. She raced over to her closet and whipped open the door. To her dismay, the trench coat that had hung in the back was indeed gone. She flew back to the vanity and found that the keys to the motorcycle where missing as well. Rogue would bet at least 1,000 dollars that the actually bike was long gone as well, along with her bras, underwear and a fair amount of clothing and make-up. Perhaps he took them with him as a souvenir or prize. Or maybe he dumped them in a near bye trash bin. Or Gambit could just be riding along throwing them into the wind behind him creating a breadcrumb trail behind him. That particular possibility was Rogue's favorite.
Out of pure frustration. Rouge just screamed. This sucked, no two ways about it. "No!" she thought, changing her mind, "I'm not going to let it suck. I'll just get some supplied from Jean and then go to Wal-mart and everything will be hunky-dory."
With that positive attitude, she headed down to the kitchen arms folded in front of her chest for modesty. She heard the conversation of her peers before she saw it.
"Don't lie to me Bobby Drake, tell me where mine and tabby's…um….things are. We want them back. If you give them back now, I won't tell the professor. Joke is over."
"Dude, I'm telling you, I have no idea what you are talking about. I didn't take anything last night. I was way too tired."
"Like, yeah right Bobby, who else would do it? The mysterious bra-fairy?"
"Maybe? I don't know. I didn't take anything."
"That is it, I'm going to the Professor."
"Fine! I'm innocent."
Apparently a plan, paper, pen, and computer had been involved in this. Tabby and Jean were the only girls that had a flying chance of being Rogues size. She was going totally commando today until she got to Wal-mart, which opened at ten. She entered the kitchen in a very bad mood. Bobby was standing in the corner of the kitchen looking fearful and confused while an angry Tabby, Jean, and Kitty surround him. The rest of the kids were half eating, half watching the show. Everyone fell silent when Rogue entered.
"Like wow, Rogue, you look good without your make-up," kitty said after a moment.
"Don't get used to it," Rogue snapped
"Umm okay," she said carefully, sensed Rogue's very unpleasant mood.
Jean looked like she was prepping herself for a second before asking, "Was there anything funny about your drawer's this morning? Like maybe some clothing missing?"
Rogue nodded angrily.
"So you were left with only one bra and pair of underwear too!" Tabby exclaimed.
You mean the clothes left over from last night?" Rogue asked.
"No," Jean started, looking confused, "I mean just one clean pair in your drawers."
"Bastard!" Rogue cried. This was all for her. He set up everything to mess with her. Raising her fists in the air, she cried, "ARRRG!" to whatever deity was watching.
Everyone seemed to take a step back from her.
Jean was ready to inquire further when Logan, Ororo and the Professor stepped into the kitchen.
"Is there something wrong, Rogue?" the professor asked calmly.
She nodded in reply. The professor waited for her to elaborate, but instead Logan shook his head saying, "I told you he would come for his stuff."
"He came for his stuff alright, and some of mine!"
"Make-up?"
"And some other things," she said a bit quieter, folding her arms over her chest after realizing that she had dropped them to her side before.
"In your room?"
"While I was asleep! We need better security."
"I agree. See chuck," Logan said, looking at Professor Xavier, "I told you we did. Now the students are even saying it."
"I think this is an odd situation in all honesty Logan," he said with a hint of amusement, "I hard think it counts." He excused himself afterward mentioning a list of things to do.
Wolverine growled in response. He then focused back on Rogue. "I told you Stripes, he would want his stuff and he would-"
"I Know!" she shouted. The others, including adults just quietly observed. They all seemed to have grasped the situation by now.
"Okay then. As long as you understand."
If looks could kill, even the self-healing adamantium-man would be six feet under at the hand of Rogue. He merely smiled and stated, "you might want to avoid stairs today."
"Say what?" Rogue asked in response to the odd advice.
"You might want to avoid stairs," he repeated, "you look very tired today, the extra bouncing might be…harmful."
Rogue quickly snapped her arms back to her chest and proceeded to stop down the hall.
After she had gone, Ororo turned to Logan and stated, "You are acting rather calm considering the situation. I expected you to be a bit more upset over the fact that Gambit got into the mansion without any of our alarms going off."
"Oh I'm furious Storm, don't you worry darlin'. I'm putting poison gas outside of the their girls' windows today."
"Logan…" she began warningly
"Please?"
"No"
"Pretty Please"
"No"
"Tear Gas?"
"No"
"Pepper spray?"
"NO!" she shouted, winds howling outside.
"Fine, Fine, don't get your clouds in a bunch," he conceded grumpily, "I'll just use knock out gas."
"There you go."
Wolverine still looked disappointed.
A/N
Okay guys and dolls, here is another chapter for your amusement. This one is a little longer. I know I said I would be on Vacation until the 19, but I had a little time in between trips and decided to update at least one of my stories. I would think about doing the other but we are leaving around 3 in the morning tomorrow and it is currently 11:26 pm.
I should be able to work on my stories during the next week because I will be on the beach a lot. I should have worked on them during the immensely boring 13 hour (No lie, 8 am to 9 pm) UF college orientation. The only thing good that came out of it was that I got into an "Intro to fictional writing course." So now I can continue to write fanfics next year under the pretense that I'm doing it for educational purposes, lol.
Man am I babbling.
More important things: Next chapter is the Wal-mart incident. Yes it will be an incident, a fun one (who doesn't have a blast in Wal-mart?) All in all, the feud continues.
