AN/ I am so tired. Literally, I'm running on four hours of sleep and a buttload of coffee. Eh.
So, to stay awake, I bring you another chapter. Enjoy.
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Remy POV:
I woke up the next morning and disentangled myself from Xandy. It really was very cute, one of his feet was on my shoulder and he was drooling on my chest a little bit.
I figured he was out for a couple of hours, so I quietly got to the bathroom, stripped off, and turned the water on. Stepping in, I soaped up my hair, and was almost about to wash it out when I heard a loud THUNK! from the hallway. I didn't think anything of it, really. After all, this is a mutant school. It's where you go when you can't control your powers.
I didn't think anything of it until I heard Xandy scream, "PERE!" and I ripped the shower curtain open and grabbed the one small towel off of the bar to wrap around my waist. Hair still soaped up, I beat out of there like a bat out of hell, dripping my way to the open bedroom door and the hallway.
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Rogue's POV
I was walking to my bedroom from my daily morning DR session with Logan. Rounding the corner, I saw Xandy open the door to the room he slept in with Remy. He peeked out and tiptoed away, then broke into a run down the hallway. About four steps into his escape, he tripped over his own feet and fell into the wall, head cracking against it.
"PERE!" he shouted. He held his head in his hands, and started crying. I started running as fast as I could to him, and kneeled down. Lord, is this child a disaster magnet. The bedroom door flew all the way open, and there stood a Greek Adonis wrapped only in a tiny, little towel. He was dripping wet, and there was soap running from his hair and onto his face. Oh my god, he's delicious…
I think I just had a mind-gasm.
He rushed over to us, and picked up Xandy.
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Remy's POV
I wrenched the door open, and a few feet down the hallway, Xandy was yet again crying in Rogue's arms. I had a strange sense of De ja Vous… At least he hadn't half drowned this time.
I rushed over to them, and picked up Xandy. As I stood back up straight, My towel fell to the ground. I glanced down at it, and then at Rogue's face. Moments of accidental voyeurism seem to be happening a lot between us.
Now, I have nothing to hide. I'm very confident about my body, overly confident, some might argue. About every part of my body. Hey, I'm just awesome. Can't argue with facts.
But I doubt Rogue has ever seen a naked male in person. Especially from the look on her face.
"Um. I gotta… Y' know, Xandy." I say as I walk back into the bedroom. I close the door behind me as I sit Xandy on the bed. I grab a pair of sweats real fast, because there's a knock at the bedroom door.
"Ya forgot this," says Rogue when I open the door. She seems to have composed herself and is now smirking and holding out the little white towel.
"Merci," and I return her smirk. I expect her to make a comment, but she does nothing more than turn and walk to what I assume is her room. I really need to figure out this fille.
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Rogue's POV
If I didn't have I mind-gasm before he dropped the towel, I had one after.
Yes, mind-gasm is a word. I think. Whatever, it's my word…
"Well, that is something I definitely never needed to see."
Shut up, Magneto.
"Is that any way to speak to your elders?"
No, but you don't ever see me respecting Logan, do ya? And he's an effing dinosaur. And how did you get past the wall, anyway?
"Apparently naked men weaken your mental walls, my dear."
Yeah… Well… I'll weaken your walls!
And then he laughs. Which pisses me off. So I slam up a wall against him. I'm going to have a migraine now, but at least I can escape the running commentary that is Magneto.
Old coot.
I hope you heard that, Lensherr!
Truth is, I was really embarrassed about my psyches finding out about my utter, unabashed voyeurism. I know that they're only copies of real people, but they are people nonetheless.
I have just seen the finest specimen of the male body on the earth, (save Hugh Jackman) and I am now trying to shut up the people in my head after their conversation makes me blush.
Crazy? Who, me? Never.
Right…
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Xandy's POV
I woke up and Pere had been in the bathroom. I had really needed to find another bathroom, quick! There was something wrong with my hands. And then, I run out to find one, and get hurt again. I seem to be getting hurt a lot. It's really annoying and I wish it would stop happening. And then Pere's Rogue was at the door. They talked, she left, and Pere was just staring out the door. He should move, I really need to get out of that door.
As soon as he walks back into the bathroom to turn off the water, I run to the door and throw it open to get to a bathroom. My hands hurt, they tingle and burn. Tante Mattie always told me that if my hands burned, I had probably touched a bad plant and I should wash my hands.
I had touched bad plants before, but my hands never felt this bad. I was running down the hall now, trying to find a bathroom. I need a sink! It hurts! And now I can feel it up my arms, too! A tear runs down my face. Finally, I find a bathroom. The door is already partially open, which is good. I don't want to touch anything right now!
I don't have time to turn the dumb water on in the sink! I look over at the potty. Tante Mattie said I should never play in the Potty, it's dirty and then I have to take a bath. But my hands and arms hurt so bad, that I run over and shove them in the water up to my elbows. It's not helping! I splash my arms around in the water, hoping it will start to feel better. Then one of my hands touches the bottom of the bowl, and the whole potty starts glowing blue. Oh. Oh!
I know what glowing means. It means I can't let go. Or else everything goes boom.
I hope someone finds me soon. I'm too scared to yell for help.
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Remy's POV
I stick my head into the shower, to rinse my hair, and turn it off when I'm done. I walk out to find that Xandy is yet again missing from the room, the door flung wide open. Good lord, the kid's mutant name should be Houdini.
I walk out of the room and down the hall.
What the hell? There's some kind of weird light coming from the bathroom. I hear a whimper. Oh, god. That's Xandy. What if he fell again? He took a pretty hard knock to the head already.
"Oh SHIT!"
He's charging the toilet. HE'S CHARGING THE FREAKIN TOILET!
"Don' let go, Xandy!" I tell him.
"I know!" he whines. "But it keeps getting' brighter an' I can't stop!" he looks like he's about to start crying.
"Jus' don' let go," I say softly as I step into to bathroom. He's charged the thing so much that if he were to let go now, he would kill me, himself, and everyone in this half of the wing. "Everyt'ing will be alright," I say. I'm not sure if I'm saying this for him or for me.
I reach out and touch the edge of the bowl, absorbing his charge. When I finally take it all in, I let out a sigh and reach for my kid. If this boy lives to see his seventh birthday, I'm buying him a toystore.
"We're gonna go see de professor," I say. He nods. I hold out my hand, but he doesn't take it. Instead he hunches over and folds his arms across his chest.
"Y' won't hurt me, fils." (fils: son)
"I don' wanna touch nothin.'" My heart hurts for him.
"Dat's fine."
And we start for the professor's office.