Hiya Heartsyhawk is back!!! If you have read this far you are on my friend list. Cookies to all of y'all!!! ok this is the second chapter of Back in Diapers. Last time was kind of boresome ( FYI that means boring in my language). This is where the stuff begins to get interesting.. There's major ROMY in this chapter...
oh yeah...I need a Disclaimer: Here's a question for y'all. If I, Heartsyhawk, owned the X-Men ( in any form), why would she even approach this website with a ten-foot pole? Helloooooo! I do believe this is *clears throat* FANFICTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Doesn't that mean I kinda don't own anything I write about here?! or is that just my interpretation, huh? Ok Ok. I so do NOT own X-Men Evolution or any books, bands, products, or corporations, etcetera, discussed in this story. I own my three OC's, my afore mentioned properties and the second pink sock which continues to evade my capture...So read on friend's; read on...
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The next morning the four faculty members stood in front of the X-jet. All their suitcases and things had already been loaded.
"Alright. We shall be gone for a month." Charles Xavier began." Scott, Remy, and Lance, at nineteen years old, the three of you are the oldest so all of the younger students are relying on your advice, responsibility, experience, and good leadership. Jean, Rogue, and Sam, I expect that the three of you will act like the responsible eighteen-year-old adults you are. I am not anticipating any trouble since Apocalypse has been defeated and the Friends of Humanity have been quiet lately. However you should all be prepared anyway. You are all such responsible young adults. I trust you'll work everything out. There is money for groceries in the shopping money box and in the student luxury accessory box as well. Also, Ororo set up something with the bank so that the money set aside for bills will arrive in time to pay the bills, and each student's allowance will arrive weekly. Hmm, since the older students are going to be busy running everything properly, Piotr, I will entrust the distribution of money to you."
Hank finished checking the X-Jet. "Looks like everything is in proper functioning order." He looked at the students. "Each of you has our cell phone numbers if you require any assistance. So," he looked at his colleagues and grinned. "We are able to depart posthaste."
"Take care, everyone." Ororo smiled and waved. She walked over to her nephew, who had just returned from the Morlock caverns, and hugged him. "Especially you, Evan. We do not want to lose you again. Well I'll see you all in a month everyone."
"Yeah, see you, Auntie O." Evan smiled and waved as his aunt boarded the jet.
"Parting is but such sweet sorrow. But we shall return after our pleasant and hopefully relaxing excursion to Europe." Beast said merrily as he climbed the boarding ramp.
"Bye," Logan grunted softly. "Take care of yourselves. You two especially. Half-Pint. Stripes." He nodded to Kitty and Rogue, respectively. "Oh yeah. And Stripes, if Gumbo tries anything you don't like, I'll tear his heart and lungs out through his nose for you to put in a jar on your desk." He growled causing poor Remy to gulp nervously. "Oh and Rocky," he snarled at Lance, who had an arm draped comfortably on Kitty's shoulder, " You'd do best to keep your distance form the Half-Pint here. If the elf tells me anything I don't like, you'll be sliced like lunch meat." The six adamantium claws popped out to demonstrate that he was dead serious and Lance gently (but very quickly) removed his arm from Kitty.
"Goodbye, everybody." The professor sighed and followed the scowling Canadian into the X-jet.
"Zon't forget to zay hi to mein parents ven you get to Germany!" Kurt shouted.
"Like, take lots of pictures," Kitty called.
"De nay be fergittin' souvenirs!" Rahne yelled sweetly in her Scottish accent.
"Have fun!!!" everybody called out. " Good Bye! Bon Voyage! See you in a month!"
When the X-jet took off everyone glanced at each other. A slow gin appeared on every face. When the jet was out of sight a loud cry of triumph broke the silence.
"Party, anyone?" Ray Crisp, or Berserker, spoke up with a mischievous gleam in his eye.
Nobody disputed. Well, actually Jean and Scott tried protesting and giving a "responsible behavior" lecture but they gave in shortly knowing that they were severely out numbered and they would have fun too. After all what teenager other than Rogue or possibly Wanda does not enjoy a good party? So they helped put out food and snacks and order out for about ten Pizza Hut pizzas to be delivered while Kitty and Bobby made some calls for guests. About half an hour later a whole flock of party craving teens showed up and partied.
Rogue smiled as she watched all the people having fun. She popped open a can of soda. A few of the others had wanted alcoholic stuff but the six oldest students put their feet down. They were all too young and it was illegal and they didn't want to be cleaning up after kids with hangovers and then explaining that to Xavier. A party was one thing. You can not leave about twenty-five teens unsupervised and not expect a party. And they were careful about which guests could be admitted in. But alcohol was a big NO-NO. The final result was about five twelve-packs of soda and quite a few grumbling youngsters. (The former Brotherhood Boys {Toad, Blob, Lance, and especially Pietro}, and two of the former Acolytes (Remy and Pyro} were the most upset but Lance and Remy understood that they had been trusted to be in charge of the younger kids so their misery was short-lived.)
Rogue drank her soda and surveyed the room around her. Care-free teens danced to their hearts' content to a large selection of music from each of the institute's occupants' CD collections. Amanda had come and Rogue watched her brother Kurt flirt like crazy with the sweet nonmutant, who to Rogue's knowledge was still not allowed to be anywhere near the blue, fuzzy, mutant boy.
Rogue felt a hot wave of jealousy and sadness when the two leaned in for a kiss. Rogue would never get that. Why should her brother? It just wasn't fair to the poor untouchable girl. She sighed to herself, torn between the emotions of jealousy and sadness that were the result of her brother and his girl friend's ability to touch and happiness that her brother, who was also one of her best friends, was now happy and enjoying the presence of his girl friend.
"Aw, Chére. What de matter?"
Rogue jerked up in surprise. Sprite Remix (A.N.: Heartsyhawk's favorite soda), cascaded down her front and when she turned to face her, startler she tripped and was caught a few feet from the floor by big, strong, muscular, Cajun arms. (A.N.: Heartsyhawk has started drooling. 8)
"Aww, Petite, Remy t'inks y' be fallin' fo' 'im, Chére." A cocky grin settled onto his distinct face and Rogue scowled in his arms. She hurried to upright herself which proved a difficult task, as her captor had no intention of releasing her from his arms. Eventually she struggled up and he grabbed her and forced her to turn so that she was obligated to look him in the eyes.
"Lemme go Cajun," she warned as she glared into his red-on-black eyes with her own emerald green ones.
"Not till y' answer Remy's question, petite." He purred suavely.
She cast a futile glance over her shoulder to see if her brother could rescue her from the flirty Cajun. But it was no use. Kurt and Amanda were still locked into a romantic kiss-and-cuddle session. She sighed again. Remy followed the distraught, Gothic girl's gaze to the lip-locked couple.
"Ah. Say no mo', Petite." Remy chuckled at her forlorn expression. "De green-eyed-monster got y', huh?" He smirked at his pun as her own green eyes flashed angrily. "Remy unde'stands. 'E felt de same way when 'is petite soeur (little sister) useta bring de boys 'ome an' 'is older brother brought de filles 'ome wit' 'im, befo' Remy had control o' de powers. Kissin' was not a good t'ing t' do when 'e 'sploded everyt'ing 'e touched."
He smiled softly and Rogue sighed. "Does Remy always speak in the third person?" She asked warily.
"Yup. Most o' de time Chére." He smirked and her response was to roll her eyes.
"Hey everybody! I have an awesome idea." Tabitha called as she shut the music off and everyone flocked around her. "What's a party without party games? So how about we play one of my favorites?" She grinned mischievously. Everybody agreed and she instructed them to sit in a circle. Then all of the guests realized that it was pretty late and that they had better be heading home. They all said thanks and left, except for Amanda who stayed to spend more time with her boyfriend. Tabitha shrugged. Ah who needs those flat scans anyway? Oh, no offense meant Amanda."
"None taken," the girl smiled and cuddled close to Kurt.
"Well now that the loser squad left..." Tabitha grinned and rubbed her hands together impishly. "The name of the game is (dun. dun .dun) TRUTH OR DARE!"
To be continued...
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SOOOOOOO What did you think? Like it? hate it? Think trained assassin Penguins should peck me to death? Tell me. Oh and just as a reminder I welcome flames and will give them to Pyro to with as he pleases. So if you think this bites I really wanna know and I am not just being sarcastic for one time in my life.
Next time on X-men Evolution...
An awesome game of truth or dare,
and Pietro in his underwear!
A Tonda kiss with
Some Romy Bliss
A dude in a dress.
Is it Ray?
Got all that? Yep. Okay.
Let's see. I will update around this time next week. Luv y'all a lot! Buh-bye!!!
P.S.: You see the magic button.
P.P.S.: You are getting sleepy. Veryyyyyyyyyyy Sleeeeeeeeeeepppppyyyyyyyy. You want to click on the magic button yes? Very sleepy...When you see a smilee face you'll wake up and have an unsatisfiable urge. An urge to review my story and tell me the god's honest truth about what you think of the story....
:)
-Heartsyhawk-
oh yeah...I need a Disclaimer: Here's a question for y'all. If I, Heartsyhawk, owned the X-Men ( in any form), why would she even approach this website with a ten-foot pole? Helloooooo! I do believe this is *clears throat* FANFICTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Doesn't that mean I kinda don't own anything I write about here?! or is that just my interpretation, huh? Ok Ok. I so do NOT own X-Men Evolution or any books, bands, products, or corporations, etcetera, discussed in this story. I own my three OC's, my afore mentioned properties and the second pink sock which continues to evade my capture...So read on friend's; read on...
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The next morning the four faculty members stood in front of the X-jet. All their suitcases and things had already been loaded.
"Alright. We shall be gone for a month." Charles Xavier began." Scott, Remy, and Lance, at nineteen years old, the three of you are the oldest so all of the younger students are relying on your advice, responsibility, experience, and good leadership. Jean, Rogue, and Sam, I expect that the three of you will act like the responsible eighteen-year-old adults you are. I am not anticipating any trouble since Apocalypse has been defeated and the Friends of Humanity have been quiet lately. However you should all be prepared anyway. You are all such responsible young adults. I trust you'll work everything out. There is money for groceries in the shopping money box and in the student luxury accessory box as well. Also, Ororo set up something with the bank so that the money set aside for bills will arrive in time to pay the bills, and each student's allowance will arrive weekly. Hmm, since the older students are going to be busy running everything properly, Piotr, I will entrust the distribution of money to you."
Hank finished checking the X-Jet. "Looks like everything is in proper functioning order." He looked at the students. "Each of you has our cell phone numbers if you require any assistance. So," he looked at his colleagues and grinned. "We are able to depart posthaste."
"Take care, everyone." Ororo smiled and waved. She walked over to her nephew, who had just returned from the Morlock caverns, and hugged him. "Especially you, Evan. We do not want to lose you again. Well I'll see you all in a month everyone."
"Yeah, see you, Auntie O." Evan smiled and waved as his aunt boarded the jet.
"Parting is but such sweet sorrow. But we shall return after our pleasant and hopefully relaxing excursion to Europe." Beast said merrily as he climbed the boarding ramp.
"Bye," Logan grunted softly. "Take care of yourselves. You two especially. Half-Pint. Stripes." He nodded to Kitty and Rogue, respectively. "Oh yeah. And Stripes, if Gumbo tries anything you don't like, I'll tear his heart and lungs out through his nose for you to put in a jar on your desk." He growled causing poor Remy to gulp nervously. "Oh and Rocky," he snarled at Lance, who had an arm draped comfortably on Kitty's shoulder, " You'd do best to keep your distance form the Half-Pint here. If the elf tells me anything I don't like, you'll be sliced like lunch meat." The six adamantium claws popped out to demonstrate that he was dead serious and Lance gently (but very quickly) removed his arm from Kitty.
"Goodbye, everybody." The professor sighed and followed the scowling Canadian into the X-jet.
"Zon't forget to zay hi to mein parents ven you get to Germany!" Kurt shouted.
"Like, take lots of pictures," Kitty called.
"De nay be fergittin' souvenirs!" Rahne yelled sweetly in her Scottish accent.
"Have fun!!!" everybody called out. " Good Bye! Bon Voyage! See you in a month!"
When the X-jet took off everyone glanced at each other. A slow gin appeared on every face. When the jet was out of sight a loud cry of triumph broke the silence.
"Party, anyone?" Ray Crisp, or Berserker, spoke up with a mischievous gleam in his eye.
Nobody disputed. Well, actually Jean and Scott tried protesting and giving a "responsible behavior" lecture but they gave in shortly knowing that they were severely out numbered and they would have fun too. After all what teenager other than Rogue or possibly Wanda does not enjoy a good party? So they helped put out food and snacks and order out for about ten Pizza Hut pizzas to be delivered while Kitty and Bobby made some calls for guests. About half an hour later a whole flock of party craving teens showed up and partied.
Rogue smiled as she watched all the people having fun. She popped open a can of soda. A few of the others had wanted alcoholic stuff but the six oldest students put their feet down. They were all too young and it was illegal and they didn't want to be cleaning up after kids with hangovers and then explaining that to Xavier. A party was one thing. You can not leave about twenty-five teens unsupervised and not expect a party. And they were careful about which guests could be admitted in. But alcohol was a big NO-NO. The final result was about five twelve-packs of soda and quite a few grumbling youngsters. (The former Brotherhood Boys {Toad, Blob, Lance, and especially Pietro}, and two of the former Acolytes (Remy and Pyro} were the most upset but Lance and Remy understood that they had been trusted to be in charge of the younger kids so their misery was short-lived.)
Rogue drank her soda and surveyed the room around her. Care-free teens danced to their hearts' content to a large selection of music from each of the institute's occupants' CD collections. Amanda had come and Rogue watched her brother Kurt flirt like crazy with the sweet nonmutant, who to Rogue's knowledge was still not allowed to be anywhere near the blue, fuzzy, mutant boy.
Rogue felt a hot wave of jealousy and sadness when the two leaned in for a kiss. Rogue would never get that. Why should her brother? It just wasn't fair to the poor untouchable girl. She sighed to herself, torn between the emotions of jealousy and sadness that were the result of her brother and his girl friend's ability to touch and happiness that her brother, who was also one of her best friends, was now happy and enjoying the presence of his girl friend.
"Aw, Chére. What de matter?"
Rogue jerked up in surprise. Sprite Remix (A.N.: Heartsyhawk's favorite soda), cascaded down her front and when she turned to face her, startler she tripped and was caught a few feet from the floor by big, strong, muscular, Cajun arms. (A.N.: Heartsyhawk has started drooling. 8)
"Aww, Petite, Remy t'inks y' be fallin' fo' 'im, Chére." A cocky grin settled onto his distinct face and Rogue scowled in his arms. She hurried to upright herself which proved a difficult task, as her captor had no intention of releasing her from his arms. Eventually she struggled up and he grabbed her and forced her to turn so that she was obligated to look him in the eyes.
"Lemme go Cajun," she warned as she glared into his red-on-black eyes with her own emerald green ones.
"Not till y' answer Remy's question, petite." He purred suavely.
She cast a futile glance over her shoulder to see if her brother could rescue her from the flirty Cajun. But it was no use. Kurt and Amanda were still locked into a romantic kiss-and-cuddle session. She sighed again. Remy followed the distraught, Gothic girl's gaze to the lip-locked couple.
"Ah. Say no mo', Petite." Remy chuckled at her forlorn expression. "De green-eyed-monster got y', huh?" He smirked at his pun as her own green eyes flashed angrily. "Remy unde'stands. 'E felt de same way when 'is petite soeur (little sister) useta bring de boys 'ome an' 'is older brother brought de filles 'ome wit' 'im, befo' Remy had control o' de powers. Kissin' was not a good t'ing t' do when 'e 'sploded everyt'ing 'e touched."
He smiled softly and Rogue sighed. "Does Remy always speak in the third person?" She asked warily.
"Yup. Most o' de time Chére." He smirked and her response was to roll her eyes.
"Hey everybody! I have an awesome idea." Tabitha called as she shut the music off and everyone flocked around her. "What's a party without party games? So how about we play one of my favorites?" She grinned mischievously. Everybody agreed and she instructed them to sit in a circle. Then all of the guests realized that it was pretty late and that they had better be heading home. They all said thanks and left, except for Amanda who stayed to spend more time with her boyfriend. Tabitha shrugged. Ah who needs those flat scans anyway? Oh, no offense meant Amanda."
"None taken," the girl smiled and cuddled close to Kurt.
"Well now that the loser squad left..." Tabitha grinned and rubbed her hands together impishly. "The name of the game is (dun. dun .dun) TRUTH OR DARE!"
To be continued...
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SOOOOOOO What did you think? Like it? hate it? Think trained assassin Penguins should peck me to death? Tell me. Oh and just as a reminder I welcome flames and will give them to Pyro to with as he pleases. So if you think this bites I really wanna know and I am not just being sarcastic for one time in my life.
Next time on X-men Evolution...
An awesome game of truth or dare,
and Pietro in his underwear!
A Tonda kiss with
Some Romy Bliss
A dude in a dress.
Is it Ray?
Got all that? Yep. Okay.
Let's see. I will update around this time next week. Luv y'all a lot! Buh-bye!!!
P.S.: You see the magic button.
P.P.S.: You are getting sleepy. Veryyyyyyyyyyy Sleeeeeeeeeeepppppyyyyyyyy. You want to click on the magic button yes? Very sleepy...When you see a smilee face you'll wake up and have an unsatisfiable urge. An urge to review my story and tell me the god's honest truth about what you think of the story....
:)
-Heartsyhawk-