Disclaimer: X-Men! I disclaim thee!
Thanks for the reviews.
---------------------------Me Fail English? That's inpossible.-------------------------
Rogue did not think she could handle another fifteen-minute chat-athon with Kitty and Jubes in a car, instead, she decided to take twice the time and walk. She was only about a block from the mansion gates, but something was not right. She had the feeling, ever since she left school, that she was being followed. She was not sure but she wasn't unsure, which is good enough when you are an X-Man.
Now she was at the front door of the mansion and there was still something askew. She reached for the handle, then all of a sudden the bushed behind her rustled. This sent her into full defensive mode.
"Who's there?!" She called out, slipping one glove off.
She calmed herself, sighed and turned to back around, only to see a figure standing behind her. She pushed her bare palm at it, only to have the figure grab her covered wrist.
"Whoa!" The familiar voice said, "Ya may wan' look b'fo' unleashin' t'ose pretty han's o' yo's."
"Swamp rat! How many times do Ah have at tell ya, Stop followin' meh!" She roared trying to get around him.
"Can Remy com' in chere?" He asked Rogue. It is not like she had much of a choice he was blocking the entrance to the institute.
She tucked her dangling hair behind her ear. "Fine, just don't try to pull nothin' Swamp rat."
"T'anks, p'tite." Remy said grinning as Rogue, reluctantly, lead him in.
-
Marc walked into the rec-room and sat down next to Sam and Bobby. "Que
pasa guys?"
They were entranced by the action on the TV screen. They were playing Kurt's new Game "Halo."
"Hola," Marc snapped his fingers, "El polo? La bola de cañón? ¿Hay alguien en casa?"
No change. Marc flung his arms into the air as he exited, "Fine have a seizure!"
-
In the kitchen there was absolutely nothing going on. The only times that there had ever been less excitement to be around, are the nights that Kitty decides to cook.
Jamie rested his face on his hand. "Hey Roberto wanna go play basketball or something?"
Roberto cracked up at the notion. "You and me? One on one? Mano y mano?"
Jamie sighed, as he continued. "You know I'm too much for you to handle, but if it's what you want then so be it." Roberto smirked. It's his funeral.
-
Remy was sitting in the front room. In the chair Rogue left him in when she went to make sure the Professor was fine with him being there. And he remembered that she clearly said, "Stay here!" So he listened to her and begun setting up a nice game of solitaire, as he normally did to pass time. When his favorite card caught his eye. The queen of hearts. He started to pretend that he was throwing it, charged up and all. He did not notice someone enter.
Marc, suspicious, asked, "Hey who are you?" The voice startled Remy almost causing him to drop it.
"Merde, don' sneak up on Gambit like dat." He said relived.
Gambit? Marc knew that name; he had heard Rogue often mentioned it when she spoke to Kitty. "Oh so you're Gambit?"
"Remy see dat his name proceeds him." Remy smirked and returned to his game.
Marc looked at him. "Are those red contacts?"
"Dat's just my eyes."
"So you talk in the third person…that's cool." Marc said trying to make conversation, "whatcha doing?"
"Playin' Solitaire." Remy said flatly.
"Sooo…can I play?"
-
Jamie and Roberto were walking onto the court. Jamie was rolling his eyes as Roberto dribbled the ball behind his back and through his legs.
"Okay Jamie I'm in a generous mood," Roberto spoke slyly, "let's play to ten by ones. You get ball first and nine points, sound fair?" He handed the ball to Jamie.
::Swish:: "I win!" Jamie cheered.
Roberto's jaw fell. He looked first at the basket, then at Jamie. "How did you?" Roberto shook the initial shock and tried to find a cover. "Umm…I slipped on the snow."
-
After explaining to Marc that he couldn't play solitaire, the two decide to play a exciting game of Blackjack.
"Ya know how ta play, right?" Remy asked shuffling the cards.
Marc looked at him sharply. "Of coarse I do, you deal."
"Ya start off wit' a Nineteen."
"Hit me."
"O-k-a-y, Twenty-one."
"Hit me."
Remy rolled his eyes. "Thirty."
"Hit me."
-
After about fifteen minutes of Remy taking every game of cards Rogue came back from the Professor's office.
"Ey you, swamp rat the Professor says it's okay 'f yah don' cause any problems." She announced entering the room. She pulled Remy away from the game.
"T'anks chere, dat boy do not know how at play cards."
-
After taking 1 of 15 games from Jamie, Roberto was out of excuses. He had blamed it on everything from the sun in his eyes to he thought he saw Fred Durst getting beaten up by Clay Aiken, yet he still couldn't relinquish his pride and admit defeat.
"Come on Jamie, just one more game?" He begged.
Jamie rolled his eyes. "Give it up."
"Never!"
Jamie sighed, now pleading, "No one's around, just admit defeat."
"Okay, okay…Jamie I lost, you beat me."
::Click::
::Okay, okay…Jamie I lost, you beat me::
Roberto's head shot up. "What was that?!"
Jamie grinned, reached into his sweater, and pulled out a tape recorder.
::Click::
::Okay, okay…Jamie I lost, you beat me::
"Jamie get back here, I'll kill you!"
"Ahhh, Ororo help!"
-
Rogue and Remy entered the rec-room, "Gumbo-"
"Remy." He interrupted.
"Fahne then, Remy, what'r'ya doin' here?" She snapped.
"Chere, why do ya talk ta Remy lik' dat?" Remy asked charmingly.
Rogue looked irritated. "Don' give meh dat look, Remy."
He paled at her response. "Sorry chere, Remy just wan' ta talk."
She walked over to the window and enjoyed the view. "Whatta 'bout?"
"Ya remember last time we talked?" He said amiably, "Ya told meh dat things could neva work between us 'cause ya can' ever get close at anybody."
"Well it's true Remy!" She snapped, turning away from the window.
"Remy is fine wit dat, we can work through dat. I don' care about dat, because chere, I'm i-" Rogue put her finger over his lips and gave him a hug. Remy pulled away from, her looked at her, and then kissed her. Their lips smacked as the kissed passionately, Remy wobbled away and fell back onto a chair
"Are ya okay? Ah'm so sorry, please forgive meh? I told ya this wouldn't work!" Rogue rambled hysterically.
"So'k chere,"He said shaking off the absorption. "I'm fine in fact I feel great."
Rogue smiled, as she brought up one of his more recent thoughts. "I bet you do."
Remy blushed. "Oh for awhile don' concentrate on whatever you touch…unless you wan' ta blow somethin' up?"
"Why don't we just talk fo' a bit?" She said walking over and sitting on his lap.
He smiled. "Chere, I lov-"
"Gumbo!" Logan burst into the room, claw protruding from his fists. "I thought I smelled ya."
Remy blew her a kiss. "I'll talk at ya soon, chere." Remy said exiting the through the window.
Logan snarled and looked out the window, but he was gone. "Rogue you okay?!"
She gave him an angry look and left the room.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
::Please Review::