A/N: Alright, onto chapter 4…
Chapter 4(Part 1): Fight Club
The first rule of Fight Club is - you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is - you DO NOT talk about Fight Club. Third rule of Fight Club, someone yells "Stop!", goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule, only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule, one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule, no shirt, no shoes. Seventh rule, fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule, if this is your first night at Fight Club, you have to fight.
-Tyler Durden; Fight Club
Tony was awakened by the annoying sound of ringing on the other side of the room. He heard movement from across the room. He squinted his eyes just enough to read the time on his clock. 4 o'clock in the morning. Who gets up at fucking o'clock in the morning? Scott Summers, that's who. Tony had been warned that there was a danger room session at 5:30 in the morning, but this was ridiculous, even for the team captain.
"Did I wake you up? Sorry." Scott mumbled. Tony sat up and shook his mane of golden curls.
"No problem. Why are you up this early any way?" Tony continued to rub the sleep out of his eyes and run a hand through his unruly hair.
"You were probably warned about the later danger room session. You see, there are four of us that exceed the current danger room level, so we have a different danger room session, earlier in the morning. You can come watch if you want" Scot said pulling a sweater over his shirt.
"Sure."
Rogue was awoken by a pounding on Remy's door. She felt Remy moving next to her and grumbling in French.
"Gumbo, Stripes, up now!" Logan yelled through the door. Damn, obviously something had happened last night. Rogue sat up and ran her hands through her hair.
"Well, Remy t'inks we betta' get goin' before de' puppy dog trows (throws) a fit." Remy threw the blanket off of him and Rogue. They quietly climbed out of bed, not wanting to disturb the Sleeping Russian.
Remy and Rogue walked in silence, too tired to talk, to the locker rooms. Sarah was there sitting on one of the benches. Something had deffinatley happened.
"'Mornin' sugah." Rogue chimed. Rogue was always thought of as a late riser, but in truth, due to her four in the morning danger room sessions, she had become quite accustomed to the sun rise. Sarah just sat their pouting.
"Sugah, wat happened?" Rogue sat in front of her. You would think Sarah would be asleep. In her own words, "They don't call him the Wolverine for nothing."
"You mean what didn't happen. Last night Logan was called away before anything could happen. Some immense mutant power bullshit! If I ever find out what caused my first night back to be spent alone, is so going to get its ass kicked!" Sarah was fuming.
"Well, tink 'bout is dis way, Logan'll prolly make tonight extract special for ya'" Remy smiled. Remy and Logan had a mutual respect for each other. When Remy had first joined the team, Logan made his life hell, and that is probably an understatement. Then one day Logan walks in on one of Remy and Rogue's secret meetings. They had started them to help control Rogue's power. Remy's power was the closest to her's anyway. After Logan found out what was really going on, he started going easy on Remy, but he refused. About a week later, Remy called Logan on it. That was where the respect came from. Remy didn't care if he had taught Rogue to control her powers or not, he was just as good as the other X-men and would prove it. Thanks to that he now got up at four in the morning every weekday. What a trade…
"You always know what to say Gumbo, don't you." Remy smiled. Sarah had very much been like a sister to him. She was the first to come after him when he went to the institute . More than that, she was family, almost.
"Well, looks lahke new mutant powers spoile yet anotha' nahght (night)." Rogue looked up at Remy and winked. How could he forget the antics of the previous night. Nothing sexual, but loud enough to force the silent Russian to sleep on the couch.
"You two better get to danger room, Fearless Leader and Miss Priss are already there." Another thing Sarah and Rogue shared in common, an incredible dislike of a certain red headed annoyance. Remy and Rogue said their good-byes and headed off to their danger room session.
"Alright kid, the is the control room, its where the danger room is…uh…controlled…from. Watch the simulation, btu do not touch anything. Your going to be watching the highest level reached by anyone at the institute this morning. I have four students that are above all the others. Now, don't worry, we don't expect you to be as good as them…yet." Logan turned his attention to the two standing in the giant mental room. 'Cykes, Red where are Gumbo and Stripes?" Tony looked at the man known as Wolverine. Cykes? Red? Gumbo? STRIPES?! Were these the great X-men's codenames.
"SORRY LOGAN!" Rogue screamed into her communicator as the ran into the danger room. "We got...um…held up." Logan just shook his head.
"Alright Stripes. You guys Completed level nine yesterday, bat lets see how you handle level ten." The danger room darkened and replicas of for fighters came out of doors in the walls. Each had something slightly different from their originals. Jean's replica's had a yellow stripe on her uniform instead of a green one. Rogue's had blue eyes. Scott's was missing his glasses, instead replaced with two gleaming pink eyes. Remy's had a regular non-retractable metal staff instead of Remy's real bo-staff. If there was one thing you learned in danger room sessions, replicas are never good things.
"Here are the rules of the game. Before you stand replicas of yourselves. When the lights shut down, you will scatter and the terrain will change. It will be as fast and as intense as level nine except now you have to save yourself and your teammates. If you save one of the replicas, you are out. IF you attack one of your own, you are out. You must make contact with all the people in the room. Example, if you run into Red and help her and it is her, you don't have to make contact with her again. If someone is out and you have not tagged them yet, you don't have to tag them. Understand?" they nodded their heads. Logan smirked, "Let the games begin." The lights shut down and the fight began.
Kurt woke up unusually early this morning. Probably because his lack of a roommate. Remy had been his roommate for about six months, then he moved to the other wing. Kurt enjoyed being in a room by himself, more closet space. Unfortunately, Remy had left Kurt with the habit of waking up very early in the morning. Damn Cajun! Didn't he know that the fuzzy dude needed his beauty sleep? Well, at least he was one of the first to the donuts. Kurt smiled to himself.
"But first, I had better go see how a certain sister is doing in the danger room." With that Kurt bamfed.
Jean was careful, she had already run into herself twice, Remy once, and Rogue three times. None had been the real ones of course. This is so frustrating, Jena thought to herself. She wondered if anyone had been tagged out yet. Would the session even tell them if someone had been.
"Jean move!" Scott yelled. Jean turned to see what looked like a giant wrecking ball coming towards her. She quickly dodged it and flew next to Scott's side. Her heart was racing and she had to take quick, shallow breathes. She had leaned against a wall. IT was just a wall, it gave her no indication where exactly in the danger room she was.
The next few seconds seemed to move in slow motion to Jean. She watched as the wrecking ball that had missed her went toward Scott. She couldn't cream. It was her fight or flight reaction that told her what to do. She jumped on Scott, Slamming them both on the floor. The wrecking ball missed. Jean looked down at Scott and cursed. Scott's eyes gleamed pink at her.
"Jean Grey is disqualified." The computer rang over the danger room. Guess the damned thang does tell ya' if some one's out, Rogue thought. She had been dodging The fake Scott for a while, until it finally gave up on her. Guess Jean wasn't as lucky.
"Chere? Dat ya'?" Rogue turned around to see Remy. She didn't know whether or not it was the real Remy or not. She turned around and looked the platforms behind her and came up with a plan.
"Sugah, give me yer' staff. Ah'll jump up there and see if Ah can see the others. Please work. Remy pulled out a rob that was about a foot long and opened it. Rogue looked up at him and noticed his gaze on her face unitl he stared at her eyes noticing they were the correct green color. They nodded at each other and Remy handed Rogue the staff.
Rogue leapt up onto the platform above their heads. She was up there for a while until Remy called out to her.
Rogue jumped down off the platform without Remy's staff. He looked at her. There was something different, wrong about her. Remy smirked.
"Where's da staff chere?" Remy asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"Jean…Jean's replica was up thare. She grabbed ya' stick." Rogue was leaning over, acting as if she was in pain. Remy placed his hand on the side of her face and pulled her close to him. Black and red eyes met blue. Game. Set. Match.
"Sorry chere, wrong answa'." The replica's eyes grew large realizing she had placed herself in a trap. "Non hard feelin's, I really like da real version of ya'." Remy's knee connected with the replica's stomach.
"REMY!" HE turned his head up to see his replicate trying to strangle Rogue with his cheap imitation staff. His eyes grew bright red with fury. No one, especially not some crappy simulation, was going to hurt his chere.
Rogue knew it wasn't Remy she was fighting. Not because her replica had just gone to fight him. Not because she noticed the non-rectactable staff. No, his eyes were what gave him away. They were a not only a different shade of red, but also void of all emotion. That wasn't her Remy. Even in a fight, he always felt something.
Rogue had been careless. She thought she could take on the two replicas on her own, she had been wrong. Her replica had been fighting her when Remy's came up behind her with that crappy stick of his. Her replica went to fight Remy. She heard herself scream and knew Remy had won. She did all she could. She screamed, preying to whatever was out there that Remy would hear her.
She felt the staff loosened around her neck and eventually fall to the floor. She turned around to see her Remy standing behind her, trademark smirk plastered on his face, and an unconscious replica. Rogue did the only thing she knew to do. She jumped over the replica into Remy's arms and kissed him. I mean how else do you repay some one for saving your life?
Kurt bamfed into the control center. He saw Logan shaking his head and Tony with his eyes wide and in terror.
"Vhat? Never seen a blue fuzzy dude teleport before?" Obviosly not. Kurt joined Logan in shaking his head and walked over to the large viewing window. He saw Scot jumping from block to block trying to get to what appeared to be Rogue, yet Rogue and Remy were on the other side of the danger room doing, what appeared to be, making out.
"Jeez, those two can not keep dere hands off each other." Logan just shrugged and Tony frowned. Alright, Kurt thought.
"Cyclops disqualified. Remaining team: Rogue and Gambit." The electronic voice over the speaker. Logan noticed their replicas smaoking around the two lovebirds.
"Alright. Operation Forced Set Back, engage." Logan instructed the computer and over the loud speaker. Remy and Rogue broke apart and nodded to each other.
"Operation Forced Set Back? Logan no ones ever beem able to accomplish that, not even you!" Kurt protested. IT was, after all, the hardest fighting sequencepossible to do in the danger room.
"I got a feeling, Elf. They can do it." Logan answered. With that a puff of smoke and the smell of brimstone filled the room. Logan just had to wait for the rest of the students to show up for the performance. God, he hoped Striped and Gumbo could pull it off.
Kurt bamfed into Kitty's room. He walked over to her bed and started shaking her violently.
"Kitty! Kitty! Rogue and Remy are doing Set Back! WAKE UP!!" Kurt yelled at her. Kitty jerked up. Her new roommate woke up from the screaming looking around frantically for the emergency.
"What? Operation Forced Set Back, but Logan hasn't even like done that yet. Come on Victoria, I'm going to show you what real combat looks like." Kitty grabbed Victoria's arm and phased her down to the danger room. Kurt shook his head and went on to tell the rest of the students the torture Logan was putting on Remy and Rogue.
Operation Forced Set Back. The most dangerous and most difficult move possible in the danger room. It had never been accomplished by an individual before. But Remy and Rogue were like one, instead of two. They fought together as if they were dancing. If one partner messes up, it is the job of the other to fix it. That was the way they fought, as if they were dancing. Two became one.
Operation Set Back. The idea that you can trick the computer sytem into attacking itself. It can't be done with powers. Only raw combat skills. Lucky for the fighters, that was their specialty. And the dance begins…
From the minute Logan announced Operation Set Back, the world seemed to move into slow motion. Remy took the machines on one side and guided them to the middle of the room. Rogue did the same thing. Every weapon, gun, knife, laser, wrecking ball everything was focused on the two in the center of the room.
"Well, chere, dis was fun." Remy quipped.
"We outa' do it again some tahme (time)." Rogue whispered back. The sound of the lasers firing and guns sounding. Explosions could be heard shaking the entire institute. No one knew whether or not the couple had been successful or…not.
A/N: You probably hate me right now don't you. I know. But remember the greatest lovers leave you wanting more. So review, it is my greatest muse.
Ok, I am really, really bad with accents and dialect and little speech habits that they all have so if by some chance you notice one, please note that I am really sorry.
Dang! This chapter took me a while to write. Main reason: I didn't know how I would end it. Still don't. That is why I am making it 2 parts.
Ok now that you've read, go ahead, review…I may just finish the second part a little faster if I have a little support.
MorbidKillswitchedAngel: Hee hee…sry for the typos. Um…Scott and Rogue aren't together in this fic. It is definitely a ROMY.
Sarah the Goblin Queen: You really like my characters don't you. Its ok, I love 'em too!
Roguewannabe29: Jealous boyfriends always make things more interesting…
The Tiny One: FORGET ABOUT TONY!!! Never! How could I forget…what was his name? Oh, sry. Hee hee hee! Don't wry I have a something planned for Wanda and John. Those little sex-aholics! I know! There aren't that many Wanda/John fics. They can be really cute together… Personally I think Logan would be a walk in the park compared to a very pissed off Remy… ALRIGHTY THEN!!! Here is the next chapter.
Star-of-Chaos: Yup, Tony is really stupid. A matter of fact I don't think he even thinks! All I have to say for Remy is that: Revenge can be very sweet!
Ishandahalf: No need to wry. We don't even know what Tony's power is yet…which may not be a good thing. Ok, so I wrote this a little slower that a bunny on crack, I'm sry. :-(!
A/N: Ok, well, until next chapter, faithful readers….Bye Bye!