Raptus Regaliter
Royally Screwed
Author's Notes: From here on out, flashbacks will be done in italics and in the past tense. If for some reason I do not put a passage in italics you will know that it is a flashback by the past tense verbs, etc., in it. Normal scenes are in present tense and will not be italicized except for the normal emphasis on certain words.
She reawakens with a groan, only to find the fast-paced Quicksilver hovering above her, clearly worried.
"So, am Ah in one o' those freaky parallel dimensions or what?" she asks with a sigh. Pietro frowns.
"Whaddya mean, Roguey?"
She gives him a look.
"Ah mean, it's a little scary findin' you in mah bed, half-dressed an' callin' me 'sunshine'."
"Oh," he remarks dumbly. "Yeah, that. You mean you don't remember–at all?"
"Remember what, Speedy?"
In response he merely holds up her left hand for examination, as well as his. There, on both hands, are intricate gold circlets that certainly appear to be a matching set.
"Ya mean we...?"
"Yep." She gulps, and a moment of stunned silence follows. Then:
"Was Ah drunk?"
"Hey! What's that s'posed to mean?" he demands indignantly.
"Do Ah need a list?" she retorts. "Ah mean, really, Maximoff–'
"–Pietro–"
"Why would the two of us just suddenly decide to go get hitched–God knows where–an' Ah don't even remember it?"
"Well, I guess that memory thing is a problem because we're in Vegas and had a ceremony last night. Kitty and Lance were there. You cried."
"Ah did not–"
"Ithoughtyoudidn'tremember," he interrupts quickly.
"Ah don't, but Ah wouldn't cry. Well, unless Ah really was drunk.
"You said it was beautiful," he mumbles sulkily.
Then a thought strikers her: what if that dream she had was really not a dream after all? She inspects the ring on her finger closer, and starts to remember...
"I do."
"Then, by the power vested in me by God and by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."
"The ring's beautiful, Pietro," she murmured, right before their lips met. It was a small, innocent kiss, but to Rogue, it was wonderful. Kitty squealed.
"Wait a sec. Ah was able t' kiss you? We kissed?"
"Yep."
"How–"
"Youforgotthattoo?"
"Ah guess so."
"Do you remember anything?" he asks in desperation.
"Nope. So now we get t' play '20 Questions' until Ah start rememberin' things."
"Okay, shoot."
"Were we datin' at all before we eloped?"
"Yep. You told me..."
"...this could never work, Pietro. You and Ah are different."
"Well, good–I don't know if I could standing having two of me around. Too much of a good thing can be a bad thing, you know."
She glared at him.
"That is not what Ah meant. We're on different teams. We're enemies."
"We didn't used to be. And besides, itworksforKittyandLance."
"And why do you suppose that is, Maximoff?"
He hesitated. Then:
"Becauseloveconquersall, Roguey."
"Sounds like Ah had a good argument."
"Nah, you were just playing hard to get."
"Right. So how'd ya hook me?"
"By bringing you..."
"...flowers? For me? Who're they from?"
"Well, I don't really, like, know, but there's a card that came with them. It says–"
"Ah can read it mahself, Kitty," she huffed indignantly, snatching the flowers–and the card–away from the giggling Valley girl.
Rogue–
I feel like a fool
But I'll be all right
Just drop by the school
Eleven tonight.
"Wait, ya wrote me a poem?"
"Yeah...so?" he asks, shifting about uncomfortably. In answer, she just laughs.
"It's unsigned, but Ah know it's Pietro."
"So? Are ya, like, gonna go or what?"
"Why should Ah?"
"Because it's totally romantic, Rogue–duh!"
"Ah need t' fresh up on mah definitions if meeting Pietro at night–at school–is romantic."
"But he's probably got something planned."
"Like what?"
"Well...I don't know...something romantic, though."
"Kathryn Pryde, yer absolutely hopeless. If Ah go, you have t' agree not t' try and spy on me or bug me when Ah get back."
Kitty bit her lip, looking torn. Rogue sighed, relenting with a, "Fine, ya can ask questions when Ah get back. Just...don't you or anyone else follow me or try t' read mah mind, okay?"
"Deal!"
"Well, obviously it worked out."
"Man–it's no fun giving you a narrative ifyouwon'tletmetellthegoodpart!"
"Okay, okay, just spare me the details, will ya?"
Rogue parked Logan's bike down the street and decided to walk from there to the school. It was not a big walk, and when she arrived she casually glanced at her watch–11:05.
He's late? she thought.
A cool breeze stirred her hair, and she looked in the direction the breeze was heading to find Pietro leaning casually against a tree, arms crossed and smiling smugly.
"What took you so long, Roguey?"
"Don't call me that, and Ah walked."
"All the way from the mansion?"
"No."
"Oh. SoRogueyIhaveasurpriseforyoubutit'snothereIjustthoughtthiswouldbeagoodmeetingplace–"
"Somethin' romantic, right?"
"Hey, how'd you know?"
"Lucky guess. So where is this surprise?"
"Are ya sure ya aren't makin' this up, Pietro?"
"I resent that you would think so. Of course not!"
"Really? 'Cause, a midnight stroll–"
"Youreallyaretheworstkindofaudienceyouknowthat? MaybeIshouldjustwaituntilyouremember..."
But this she suddenly remembers.
"A picnic in the park?"
"Yep."
"This late at night?"
"Sure, why not?"
"It's..."
"Romantic, right?"
"Not really, but ya get an 'A' for effort.
Grinning, Pietro ran over to a nearby bench and grabbed a CD player, a basket of food and a bottle. He placed all three on the cloth he had carefully laid on the cool grass. Then he gallantly took her gloved hand in his, led her to a good place to sit on the blanket, and sat down across from her. She spied the bottle.
"Pietro, this ain't as romantic if we get arrested for underage drinkin'."
"Yeah, well, it's that non-alcoholic sparkling cider stuff. Not as good, but it looks good."
"What's in the basket?"
"...Fried chicken and apple pie." Rogue rolled her eyes.
"'Cause Ah'm Southern, right?"
"Well, yeah."
"Where'd ya get it?"
"Kentucky Fried Chicken."
"That's what Ah figured."
Rogue cannot stop laughing.
"Hey! It's not that funny."
"Sorry," she giggles, wiping away a tear. "It's cute, really, but so tacky."
"Okay, that's enough of the story for today."
"Aw, did Ah hurt yer pride, Maximoff?"
"It's Pietro, and no."
"Sure. So how long were we datin' before last night?"
"Almost a year."
Dead silence.
"What?"
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