Discliamer: Again, none of the characters are mine {except Zaire} as I am not a money making machine!
Sorry it's taking so long, school is being a major drag as per usual, I hope to get the updates going faster but...I just don't know. Thank you for your paitence and support.
Part VII
Kitty lay on the sofa, her head on Kurt's lap as she dozed softly. The German had his head against the armrest and Evan was sprawled on the floor beneath the other two, mumbling in his sleep. Scott and Jean sat talking in the opposite corner of the living room, the others already having excused themselves earlier.
"Look at Kitty and Kurt." Jean whispered, smiling at them wistfully. "Do you remember when you were that age? Trying to drop hints on your crush?" Jean questioned; Scott glanced over at Kitty and Kurt before looking away.
"I didn't really have a crush when I was their age." Scott said, not looking Jean in the eye. He wondered briefly if she would see if he was lying by going into his head, but quickly dismissed the thought. Jean wouldn't do that, not without his consent. "I was busy with my studies then." Scott said, turning to face Jean.
"Really? I had a crush on Gabrielle Mason when I was 16. It lasted about a month. Then I ended up dating Duncan." Jean sighed, thinking about her ex-boyfriend. "You know, I'm actually glad that everyone found out we were mutants," Jean said out of the blue, "it showed me who Duncan really was." Scott didn't care much about why Jean was glad people now knew what they were. He didn't like the way that the others were treated now at school. Although Kitty, Kurt and Evan seemed to fit in fine, Rogue seemed to distance herself more from the others now that Risty was gone.
"I don't know, I think maybe it would've been easier on everyone if we had been the ones to tell people who we really are." Scott said, glancing back to where the kitchen door was. Rogue and Zaire had dragged Remy in there once the movie had finished, talking about some strange ice cream challenge for him. "Did the Professor mention why Zaire wasn't attending school? She's the same age as Rogue right?" Jean nodded.
"Yeah, she's that age, but the Professor never said anything. Maybe it's because of her studies with Hank. That's pretty much what she's been doing since she came here." Jean sighed, leaning to one side. "You know, I'm getting pretty tired. I'm gonna head up to bed." Jean stood, facing the three younger students on the sofa. "You want a hand with those three?" Scott shook his head.
"No, it's fine. You go and rest, I'll see to them." Jean smiled at him, leaning down to kiss his cheek.
"Thanks Scott." She walked away, leaving a blushing Scott in his chair. "Goodnight."
Q
After three tubs of Ben and Jerry's ice cream, Remy and Rogue had brain freeze and Zaire was hugging her stomach which now tingled every time she took a breath. The challenge had been to see who could hold the most ice cream in their mouth for the longest. Remy had won but both females were pretty sure he had cheated.
"Okay, so we need something to heat us up now." Zaire commented, opening the fridge, handing a bottle of beer too Gambit while getting two sodas for herself and Rogue. "What about pancakes? We could heat them up?" Zaire asked, turning to see if the others agreed.
"Ah don't know," Rogue said, "is eating out the whole fridge a good idea?"
"No." Zaire agreed, "But what else are we gonna do? Sleep?" It was half past one and not one of them were in a rush to sleep. Even if they were supposed to have a training session in the morning. Just as Zaire returned her head into the fridge there was a strange beeping sound. Both girls started checking all the kitchen appliances before Remy cleared his throat, holding up the cell phone John had given him.
"Oui?" He asked, still rubbing his temple.
"Good day mate." Even over the phone Rogue and Zaire could hear Pyro's voice. "So, you in or what?" Remy looked at the two girls, who were for some strange reason thumb wrestling before answering the Aussie.
"Yeah, we're in."
"We?" John sounded confused. "Mate, please don't tell me your little bunch of super hero friends are all involved." John complained.
"No, just Rogue and Zaire." At John's silence Remy remembered he didn't know Zaire. "The two girls from tonight."
"Ah, well, I guess it'll help." John said, as if committing himself to a life-binding contract of debt. "So, you wanna meet me somewhere or you wanna talk about this over the phone?"
"No, mon ami. You know what a library is?" Remy joked, hearing John's laugh.
"Is that the place with the books?" He said, chuckling slightly. "Okay then, well it'll have to be on Sunday, we're going on a family picnic tomorrow." John said, Remy could almost picture the roll of the eyes. Remy chuckled slightly, John usually caused some sort of bother when the team when out, but he always enjoyed the mischief he got into.
"Okay mon ami, we'll see you then." Remy hung up the phone, looking at Rogue and Zaire who were both sitting watching him. "Well? You heard." Zaire smiled while Rogue just mock glared.
"Well yeah we heard. But what day? We can't just go and hang out in the library everyday! Someone would figure that something was up." Zaire stretched and yawned while Remy spoke.
"It'll have to be on Sunday." He paused, "The library is open on a Sunday?"
"Well yeah, the city library is open everyday." Rogue said.
"Okay, I'm going to bed." Zaire said, clearing up her own mess. "You two sleep tight. Rogue, ya wanna talk to the Prof in the morning or afternoon?"
"Afternoon ah guess. Ah've got a training session in the morning." Rogue told them with a frown. "Wonder why ah've had so many of those damn morning training sessions with Logan. It's like ah'm supposed to be able to take on an army ma'sel." Zaire laughed, waving behind her as she left the kitchen and headed up to her bedroom.
Q
"Hey Zaire!" The raven haired female stopped when she heard her name. Turning to face Scott with Kurt and Evan draped on his shoulders.
"Training for something?" Zaire asked, eyebrow elegantly curved upwards. Looking past Scott she noticed that Kitty was still in the sitting room, sprawled out on the sofa. "Want a hand with her?"
"Would you?" Scott sounded almost desperate. "I told Jean I could handle it but," he looked back over his shoulders to where Kitty was then down at Kurt and Evan, "I don't think I can." Zaire smiled, shrugging a little.
"No worries Cyke." She moved towards the sitting room, turning so that she was still facing the team leader. "I'll get Kitty Kat and you take care of the boys." Scott sighed, calling back his thanks before heading up the stairs slowly with Evan and Kurt. Zaire shook her head wondering why males were so stubborn. Shaking Kitty till she was half awake Zaire managed to get the girl up the stairs and to her room.
"You know, I never really thought about it but," Kitty started to rambler while Zaire got her bed ready, deciding to just let Kitty sleep in her already creased clothes, "Kurt's fur is the same colour as Scott's uniform." Zaire raised an eyebrow at this.
"Okay Kitty. Sleepy sleep time now." Zaire said with a laugh, putting Kitty in her bed and pulling the duvet over her smiling and half-asleep form. Zaire sighed and left the room, Kitty's mumbling following her out. So, Kitty had finally realised what a little cutie that fur ball was? Maybe now she'd stop this madness with that Brotherhood boy, she was always complaining about him, always going on about how he didn't appreciate her. Kurt already worshipped her. After everything that happened with Amanda, Kurt needed someone like him. Someone who knew who he was, someone he already trusted with that information. With a smile on her face and a spring in her step, Zaire went to her room, hoping to catch a nice long sleep.
Q
Rogue and Remy stayed in the kitchen, talking and laughing, for most of the night. Rogue enjoyed being with Remy while he was in the mansion. He seemed so much different than what he was like when they were in any sort of confrontation. Rogue liked him when he wasn't being someone else, when he wasn't having to put up a front. She could relax around him more, get to know the real him and maybe let someone in.
"Haven't you got a session tomorrow, petite?" Remy asked her after looking at the clock. Rogue smiled and shook her head.
"Nah, ah've got one today." Truly it was after two and perhaps she should be going to bed, but sitting with Remy was so much better than being in bed.
"Chere, as much as I like your company, maybe y' should be goin'. Don't want to be de cause of your trouble wit' the fearless leader, non."
"It's not Scott that takes the session. It's Logan." Remy slowly nodded.
"In dat case, please go to bed. De fearless leader is one t'ing. De Wolverine is another." This time Rogue laughed. He had a point; Logan was much more of a training Nazi than Scott ever was. Sometimes it was Scott who complained about the training before Kurt could get it in, usually because Kurt was yawning.
"Alright, ah s'pose your right." Rogue said, mocking her annoyance. "Ah'll see ya tomorrow then Remy." Blowing a quick kiss at him before heading up the stairs, Rogue managed to keep her grinning to a minimum. Why was she suddenly like this with him? Before she had been able to conceal her emotions rather well. No one but Kitty had figured out that she did like the Cajun. And that was only because Rogue had admitted it to her roommate.
Opening the door to their room Rogue saw that Kitty was already passed out, still in her clothes with only her shoes on the floor by her bed. Rogue hastily changed for bed, brushing her teeth and then her hair, before climbing into her warm bed. She decided to forget the reasoning behind her change in attention towards Gambit. The only thing that really mattered was that he was there in the mansion, and he was acting more like the person Rogue knew she could like. Maybe one day soon she would make a break through with the Professor on controlling her powers, now that she had some incentive to really focus on it properly, maybe she'd be able to kiss him without the coat next time.
With a smile on her face, and happy thoughts running through her mind, Rogue fell asleep thinking about the day she would be able to touch Remy.
Q
At half two in the morning, Pyro woke up. His stomach was growling for some food and he had to answer its call. The Australian climbed out of bed, wandering slowly towards the kitchen in his PJ shorts and tank top. He couldn't really tell if anyone else was awake. Usually Piotr was doing something, the Russian never slept for too long at any one time, but it appeared that he was currently still dead to the world, for when he did sleep not even an earthquake could move him. Yawning widely, John wandered about in the kitchen for a moment, going through the fridge and cupboards before deciding on eating some ice cream. Picking up the tub, taking a spoon with him, he went to the living room, sitting in front of the TV and flipping through the channels to find something interesting, which was unlikely to happen considering the early hour.
John flicked through the channels quickly, hardly stopping to see what was on. When there was a creak on the stairs he paused to turn, wondering if he had woken up Piotr. Turning to the doorway and waiting, John didn't hear the noise again.
"Stupid old houses." He muttered, turning back to the TV and eating his ice cream. It was quiet for another ten minutes before there was a crash from the kitchen. John bolted up, hitting mute on the TV and putting down the tub of ice cream. Picking up a box of matches from the table John slowly walked through to the kitchen, his heart thumping in his chest like a marching band. A breeze blew through the room, the blinds at the window drumming off the frame, shattered glass sitting around the sink and floor. Someone was outside? Trying to break in? Why would anyone be trying to break in to…Remy?
"Bloody thief!" John sighed, turning around and heading for the front door; he unlocked it and stepped outside, locking it again after himself with the keys. "Gambit, if this is you I swear to God I'm gonna get the furball to ya!" John said nervously, the box of matches turning over in his hands. Walking around the house John couldn't see anything; there was no sign of anyone or any vehicles. There was no way Gambit would've walked here! Not from that stupid little mansion in the middle of no where, especially since this stupid mansion was in the middle of no where as well. "This is warped." He muttered to himself, heading the rest of the way around the house to the front door, intent on going in, finishing his snack and going back to bed.
That was until he hear another noise, right at the front door. It wasn't a bang or a crash. I was a low, constant growl that John was more than aware of.
Q
Oh! Cliffhanger!
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