Aprilangel413: I've counted up the requests for each couple and that's how they will be given to you. Now that chapter we've all been waiting for…
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution
Remy turned the corner and continued walking through the halls. He really, really wanted to find Rogue. And not just because if he didn't the X-Men would have his hide, or the reality that some guy was trying to violate her, though those were contributing factors. It was fact that Rogue had kissed him. Sure she was possessed, and he'd got knocked out, but the time between the kiss and him hitting the pavement had been the most glorious, magnificent, and perfect milliseconds of his life. And there was no way in hell that he would let another man have that moment with his chere.
Remy's speed increased as these thoughts ran through his head. But his thieving skills helped him spot the number 97 written on a piece of paper and tapped toa door. He wasted no time as he sprint to the door and flung it open.
"Chere." Remy said with out thinking.
Rogue and a blond boy sat on the end of a bed and were seconds away from kissing when Remy entered. They turned to look at the door and Remy took a step closer to the bed.
"Chere come wit Remy." Remy said extending his hand.
"Ya know this guy?" The blond boy asked glaring at Remy as he stood only wavering a little bit.
"Yeah, Remy took meh to Marti Gras." Rogue said sounding happy to see him. (See how drunk she is.)
"Come on chere, Remy gonna take you home an get you sobered up." Remy said extending his hand towards her.
"Back off." Cody said shoving Remy back.
Remy took out his bo-staff and then looked to Rogue.
"Rogue if you come wit me right now I won't have to beat dis guy's sorry ass." Remy said looking deep into her eyes.
Rogue started to stand but Cody stepped in front of her.
"Ya and meh rahte now Cajun." Cody said holding up his fists.
"Whatever you say." Remy said a smirk working it's way to his lips.
Cody shot out his right fist and Remy caught it with ease. He then twisted Cody's arm and threw him down onto the ground. Cody got back up and tried again. This time Remy ducked and swiped his leg under Cody's feet. Cody fell back onto his butt and stood up. He tried punching Remy in the face again but Remy just dodged them by moved his head and backing up. Finally Cody punched the wall and Remy kneed him in the stomach. Then Remy came up behind Cody, picked him up by his shirt and threw him over Rogue onto the bed. Remy quickly took Rogue's hand and pulled her up so that she was standing.
"My hero." She said looking sweetly into his eyes.
"Oh chere, how drunk did he get you?" Remy asked.
"But ah can see things so much clearah now. Do you know how bad Ah want ya? Evah since ya gave meh dat card when we first met Ah knew yas was special. It wasn't till ya took meh down to Marti Gras that Ah realized that…I love ya Remy Lebeau." Rogue said wrapping her arms around Remy's neck.
"Chere." Remy started.
He couldn't let her do this. She could have said she was Elmer Fudd at the moment and have been just as serious.
"Shut up and kiss meh." Rogue whispered as she pulled Remy's face to hers.
The second their lips met Rogue absorbed him and then pushed him back. Remy stumbled but then regained his balance.
"Oh my god, what did Ah do. Cody." Rogue looked at Cody who lay unmoving on the bed.
"Dat wasn't you chere." Remy said.
Then everything came flooding back to her, along with Remy's memory of the past couple hours.
"Listen Ah didn't mean what ah just said." Rogue said in her best apologizing voice.
"You sure bout dat chere." Remy asked.
Rogue looked into Remy's eyes, those eyes that she just couldn't lie to.
"No, Ah don't know if Ah meant any of dat. Ya just get meh so confused.
"Dat's ok, you a mystery ta Remy too chere." Remy said.
"Ah guess Ah should thank ya." Rogue said wanting to change the subject.
"Non tanks necessary, dat kiss is enough tanks foh Remy." Remy smiled his famous flamboyant smile at her and she couldn't help but blush a little under her make up.
"Your friends is wait'en foh ya, we should get going." Remy said as he head towards the door.
"They can wait a little longer." Rogue said as she walked up to him and put his arm around her shoulders.
Pyro walked up the halls glancing at the door number's as he went.
"You'd think the numbah sixteen would be easierah ta find." John said a loud.
Then John looked to his right and stopped.
"Nevah mind." He said turning completely to face the door.
"Room numbah sixteen." John repeated.
He stared at the door debating whether he should kick it down or try the knob. He had tripped down the stairs a couple days ago and his ankle still hurt from that but it would look so awesome. Or maybe he could charge at it like a football player, but then again that would probably hurt more then kicking it down. But when he heard someone moaning on the other side of the door he made up his mind. John kicked down the door and stepped into the room. Hardly anything shocked him any more but this came damn close.
The room was dark, the only light coming from the window when a car passed by. The two people pulled apart upon his entrance, the guy getting up unsteadily wearing only in a pair of blue boxers and made his way over to John. The girl, who John recognized as Wanda sat in the bed looking very confused in nothing but her dark scarlet panties. John would have blushed but the smell of alcohol hit him first. The guy stood not a foot away from him and John could smell the beer from there.
"What do you think you're doing?" The guy asked eyes unfocused.
"Not really sorry to interrupt but the Sheila's got a phone call." John said inching his way around the very wasted guy to grab what looked like a shirt.
"Get out!" the guy yelled at John and then charged at him.
John stuck his foot out and the guy merely tripped over it into a chair. John couldn't tell whether the fall or the booze knocked him unconscious but the guy was out like a light. John picked up the shirt and tossed it to Wanda.
"Sheila you might want this." John said as he handed it to her covering his eyes with his other hand.
"Do I know you?" she asked eyes just as unfocused as the guy's were.
"We've met." John said still covering his eyes.
Wanda managed to pull the shirt over her head and moved over to the edge over the bed. John peeked once he was sure se had the shirt on and helped her stand. She started to fall back onto the bed but John wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her arm around his neck. They slowly made their way to the bedroom door and John took one last look at the guy. Still out cold he looked to be about six five and muscular. No wonder his shirt came down to Wanda's thighs. John turned his attention back to the task ahead and tightened his grip on Wanda.
"You know Sheila you bettah thank me for this." John said looking down at the beautiful girl in his arms.
She mumbled something before her head dropped and the realm of unconsciousness claimed her.
John just adjusted his grip on her then continued down the hall to the cars.
Lance felt the earth move under him and took a deep breath. He couldn't lose his temper now, even though he wanted to crush this guy's head in for going after Kitty. Lance was so wrapped up in his anger that he almost, almost but didn't miss the number 32 tacked up on a door. Lance kicked the door off its hinges and ran in. This room was obviously the game room for it had a pool table with overhead lights shining down on it and a small circular table for cards. But Lance was obvious to all that as his eyes found Kitty. She was pinned down on a black lazy boy chair while some guy straddled her. A pair of jeans, a blue mini skirt, some sort of jersey, and pink tank top lay on the floor surrounding the chair.
Then a pinklacy bra flew from the chair and hit Lance on the face. He clenched the bra in his fists and threw it to the ground before he charged at the chair. Lance tackled the guy off ofKitty, the two of them landing a few feet from the chair. Lance looked back at Kitty, she was sitting up now, hair out of its ponytail. She covered her chest with her hands as tears welt up in her eyes. That moment Lance just lost it. He started beating the guy, punch after punch after punch.
"Lance!" Kitty cried.
Lance stopped and looked down at the guy. Unconscious, face completely covered in blood. Then Lance glanced down at his own hands, they too were covered in the crimson liquid. He stood up still staring at his hands. Then Lance remembered that Kitty was still sitting on the lazy boy chair almost butt naked. He quickly picked up the pink top and handed it to Kitty.
"Lance I'm sorry. He told me there was going to be a pool contest and that he needed a partner." Kitty said quickly.
"It's ok Kitty, I'm here." Lance said as he hugged her.
She began to cry again and Lance rocked her in his arms.
"Then he pushed me down and I couldn't phase through him and…" Kitty lost all capabilities of speech as she continued to cry.
Lance held her for a little while longer before he felt her shiver against him. He stepped back and turned around so she could get dressed. Lance heard her stumble a few times but never fall. In the end she had put her shirt on backwards and her ponytail was crooked. Lance helped her fix her shirt then her hair. He gave her one last once over before linking arms with her so she wouldn't fall and leaving the room.
Scott helped Kitty into the van and the turned back to Lance.
"You did ok Alvers." Scott said.
Lance smiled and then peaked into the van.
"How's everybody else?" He asked.
"Tabitha and Amara are completely wasted. Jubilee and Rahne just need a couple hours, and then they might pass as sober. And Kurt took Amanda home." Scott stated.
"What about them?" Lance asked pointing to Wanda, Rogue and the newly seated Kitty.
"Wanda's long gone, Rogue's going to have a killer hang over, and Kitty is getting checked out as we speak." Scott said glancing at Jean.
"They can all stay with us, or at least long enough to get rid of those hangovers." Lance said arms crossed over his chest.
Scott stood silent for a second.
"That's the only thing I can think to do. Logan's going to smell the alcohol anyway." Scott said also crossing his arms over his chest.
So a truce was made for the time being. Made by the leader of the X-Men and the unofficial leader of the brotherhood.
Kurt ported to the gates of the institute just as Evan arrived.
"Kurt how's everyone?" He asked.
"Gute. Vhen I leftAmara und Tabby vere in ze van und Amanda vas vith me." Kurt said.
"Why do these things have to have such a short range?"Evan sighed as he took the communicator out from his ear.
"Anyvay Zcott asked me to help you get Loganto crash ze party." Kurt said as the wheels in his head started to turn.
"Good because I need a plan." Evan said looking to the Mansion.
They were silent for a second.
"I've got it." Kurt exclaimed.
Aprilangel413: Haha, cliffhanger. But now the girls are safe and sound.