Welcome back my friends! I am pleased to present the one you have all been waiting for! *drum roll* This it. They go back! I know a bunch of you have been waiting for this. I love this chapter! It is so awesome. So read on for your weekly recommended dose of Back in Diapers.
Oh by the way, I know I made a few comments about February Vacation but my weasel of a computer decided that it HAD to die on this particular week. Then my mouse died too, and I had to try to do this with out the mouse. I never really knew how much I relied on the little bugger....I was seriously in tears when my dad brought home a new mouse which I have affectionately named "Trouble". *shakes head in defeat* Technology. Can't live with it, I die with out it. Oh well, so last chapter took forever because I was pitifully trying to work without my old mouse. The little bugger was possessed, I swear it! I could make the pointer go left and right, But, to make it go up, I had to shake it really hard. And to make it go down, *pathetically sobs* I had to slam it against my hand repeatedly. I still have the stupid bruises. So, anywhoozles, this chapter is dedicated to Dad and Trouble. Thank you both so much. You saved the last remaining scrap of sanity I have.
Shout outs!
ishandahalf: Yes...cuteness is my specialty. Thanks a mega bunch for the gold stars. Trust me, your feelings for Jean are not unique to you. Jean's death would make the world a much better place :)
howlerdrode: Glad the chapter touched you. NOPE. Rogue can't help herself. But tell me honestly, do any Gambit-fan-girls out there blame her? I certainly don't. I'm sorry. I will try to cut out the snide comments. But sometimes it is so hard to keep them bottled up inside me. Ok, I try to translate most of my French. But I'll do more if you think I should. Ok, I am completely confused to what you said. Uhhhh...what reference to "sickeningly sweet" my memory is not cooperating...ok. LETS. GET. ONE. THING. STRAIGHT. RIGHT. NOW!!!!! I would NEVER insult Cassie! She may not be my favorite Animorph, but....us Anifans gotta stick together, right? By the way, thank you a plethora for the Flash/Quicksilver Issue. You were the only response to that so you get a "question champion trophy"!
LoneWolf422: Glad you like it. Thanks oodles for the skateboarding term translation. I am kinda skateboard illiterate. So I give you an "author's helper" badge! Wear it with pride my friend!
FortressofSolitude: Glad I got the Superman tidbit right. My whole family are Superman fans. My Dad and My Aunt Karen especially. I think you'd like her, she's a really cool lady :) Anywhoozles, in response to all you said, I think this chapter should rock your socks! Nope, its not saccharine. You see, I can't have the stuff. Might set off my seizures. I prefer to think of it as "unnaturally sweet"...I know that the tape and drawing may have been too much but the tape was the only way I could get the others to know what happened. The drawing was just kind of there to push the plot. And hey, I am still a newbie at this whole thing. You are 100% correct. Remy would 'tutoyer' Rogue. I know that, you know that, but I got lazy and apparently my online translator didn't know that Remy would familiarly address Rogue, and it was so late when I finished it, I was too tired to check. *grins sheepishly* So from now on, I am going to do what I can actually say in French and find a new translator for when I really need it.
Officially*obsessed*with*Pyro: Hi! I must first tell you that I love your name! Enjoy this installment, okay?!
Girl Number 1: O___________O Ok, first I will do all in power to keep them from being Mary Sues. In fact, I have realized that I am abolishing Steffiny Stacy all together cuz she has no point or purpose and I really don't want to chance her becoming one of the beasts because in the Mary-Sue litmus test for X-Men Evolution, she was too close for comfort. And I may change Carmen's past so I can pull her as far away from that line as I can. I'm glad you enjoy this story so much. I would never ever do a story where Rogue goes psycho and kills everybody especially Jean and Scott. After long consideration, I realize that I do not think I want those two dead. They aren't so bad...Besides, they are WAY too much fun to torture for me to kill off! ;) It is always about Rogue. Jean is about as awesome as a dead worm. Rogue would be more of a threat, but she isn't evil...:) If it makes you feel any better, that is the longest review I have ever gotten! Thanks a super lot! Oh and as to your comment about Gambit being a...you know what...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I mean, logically, it makes sense but still... AhHhHhHhHhHhHhHhHhHhHhHhHhHhHh!
Where do you get this stuff? Tell me you are pulling my leg! Please?!?!?!?!?!??!?!??!? Send me the url in your review PLEEZ?!
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Hah! Y'all thought I forgot a disclaimer didn't you? Well I didn't so there! But, I no longer need it since I own it all! I own, X-men, and Microsoft, The Sims, Harry Potter, Animorphs, Disney, Build-a-Bear, AND the Coca-Cola Corporation! MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA! *laughs hysterically* And if y'all believe that, I got a beautiful tourist resort in Blood Moon Bayou that y'all really need to check out. Look, I don't own any of the above things. They belong to Marvel/ Stan Lee, Bill Gates, Maxis, J. K. Rowling/ Warner Bros., K. A. Applegate/ Scholastic, The Disney Corporation, Build-A-Bear, and The Coca-Cola Corporation respectively. I merely own products from all of them. And most of them aren't fully mine. So there.
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In the morning, a bunch of the New Recruits came down to breakfast half expecting Ororo to be cooking breakfast, and Logan glaring daggers at them for missing a danger room session. Then they remembered that the adults were no longer there to do their morning rituals. But the students were confused. Yeah, Storm was gone, off to a luxurious European vacation. But they knew they were smelling breakfast being cooked.
Cautiously they entered the kitchen. The several kids who were now in the kitchen scoped out the scene in front of them. Remy and Freddy (That sounds wrong so I am going to affectionately refer to Fred as Blob) were collaborating and cooking breakfast. They gestured to the kids to come and sit at the already set table. The teens did so, very nervously. Amanda came in and joined the group sitting next to Kurt.
"Good Morning everybody." She greeted.
A few minutes later, Rogue trudged into the room. She grumbled a quick "mornin'" and made her way to the coffee machine, still clearly half asleep. Bobby and the rest of the New Recruits turned to watch what promised to be an extremely entertaining scene. Usually, Rogue got herself a cup of coffee which Logan usually made. But there was no Logan. And nobody else had bothered as it was usually only the two anti-social x-men who drank the stuff anyway.
The sleepy girl absently poured the pot of non-existent coffee in her mug. She leaned against the counter and brought the cup to her lips to drink. Suddenly she blinked in surprise. Her mouthed formed an "o" of surprise and she looked into her empty cup.
"C'mon. Y'all know Ah'm dangerous befo' mah coffee." She pleaded. "Whose ahdea (idea) of a sick joke is this? C'mon, Ah really want it." She whined.
Remy smiled gently. "Sit down Chére. Don' git too worked up. Logan ain't here t' make de coffee in de mornin' fo' y'."
Rogue scowled menacingly at him. She took her usual seat at the end of the table. Remy smirked and set a plate of food in front of her. He and Blob had honestly worked together. Both were master chefs, and apparently they had combined their knowledge of cooking and had come up with something everyone would eat. It smelled tantalizing. Yet the plate in front of Rogue did not contain omelets with bacon, ham, cheese, and veggies. It looked as if a special meal had been prepared for her.
Rogue scowled at the plate. It had two biscuits with gravy, two strips of bacon, a small portion of grits and half an orange on it. She glared at Remy and then the food. Then she smiled a saccharine-ishly sweet smile at Blob.
"Sugah, would yah be a dahlin' (darling) and hand meh that box o' Lucky Charms?"
Blob shook his head and grinned. Rogue would never change. She was dead stubborn, that's for sure. Blob had discovered that the meal in front of her was her favorite back in the boarding house when he had taken the chore of cooking breakfast from her after hearing the other boys whine about no variety. Rogue was a decent cook herself but she hated doing it for the picky northern boys so she gladly abdicated kitchen duty to the Texan. He knew it had to be killing her to not eat her favorite breakfast, but he also knew she'd kiss toad before she would accept the favor from Gambit.
Remy's face fell. "Chére," he whined pathetically. "Remy cooked y' breakfast special. Y' jus' gonna let it go t' waste?"
"Of course not," she drawled. Remy smiled. "Kurt, Freddeh (Freddy), o' Pietro kin eat it. They'd eat anehthin (anything)."
She smirked in triumph as she poured milk over her cereal. Remy pouted. His plan to rack up brownie-points with her had failed miserably. "Y' wound Remy, Rogue." He said in a whiney voice. Then he shrugged and sat down next to her. He grabbed the Lucky Charms box and poured himself a bowl. "Why don't y' want t' eat de food Remy cooked y'?" He asked sweetly.
Rogue looked coyly at him. "Let meh see..." She pretended to think very hard. "Oh yeah. Maybe its cuz Ah don' wanna dah (die) o' food poisonin' (poisoning)? O' maybe its cuz Ah'm worried that yah laced it with carcinogens o' anesthetics o' somethin'?" She smiled innocently.
"Chére, what makes y' t'ink dat Remy wants y' dead?" He asked flabbergasted.
"Maybe Ah just don't trust yah?" Rogue sneered. "Or did yah eveh (ever) think that Ah just don't like yah?"
Remy pouted again and everybody who was eating stayed silent. The strange, awkward silence ended abruptly however.
"Robert Drake!!!!" Jean shrieked from her upstairs bathroom. A few moments later she stormed into the kitchen with dripping wet *double take* BLONDE hair?!?!?!
She looked livid.
"Why does everyone always assume I did it?" Bobby whined as he backed away from the angry now-blonde Jean Grey.
"Because, you always do it!" Scott snarled at Bobby. He noticed Kurt, Jamie, Tabitha and Pyro slinking away almost unnoticed. "Kurt! Jamie! Tabitha! Allerdyce! Where do you think you're going?!" He roared at them. "Apologize to Jean! Right now!"
The quintet (is that the word for a group of five?) of troublemakers looked at Jean who was now weeping about her perfect hair being ruined.
"They all smirked. Then they cast their heads down as if ashamed and mumbled "sorry Jean" ("sorry Sheila " in Pyro's case). Scott smiled in triumph however he and Jean were the only ones who didn't notice that the kids had their fingers crossed behind their backs.
Jean continued weeping as she sat down to breakfast. "Oh-come-off-it-Grey!" Pietro rolled his eyes. "It-will-come-out-in-one-wash! Its-only-the-temporary-stuff-you-idiot!"
"Really?" Jean choked. "Oh thanks Pietro" With that she ran upstairs to take a shower to remove the color form her hair.
Remy turned to Rogue smirking. "Chére, Remy does believe dat y' owe him a date."
"WHAT?" She shrieked.
"Well y' said dat y'd date Remy when Jeannie was blonde. An' Remy believes dat wit' t'anks t' de Iceboy, y' frére (brother), de squirt, Tabby, et mon meileur ami (my best friend), she be blonde now." He smirked as she sputtered and choked in rage.
"Well, Ah still don' see no flahin' (flying) pigs. So no deal!"
"Dat wasn't de deal, Chére," He said gently.
"It sure as heck is now sugah!" Rogue growled indignantly.
"Fine". Remy stood up and loaded his bowl into the dish washer. Then he headed towards the door.
"Where the Sam Hill da yah think yah goin'?" Rogue cocked her head to the side. "It's early on a Saturday mornin' an' yah a mutant so yah gonna have one heck of a tahme trahin' (time trying) ta fahnd an open store ta buy yah stupid cigarettes without rahlin' (riling) up the mutant haters. (A/N: Bad Remy for smoking! But he did in the comics, so...I am going to have him quit but wait a little.)"
Remy chuckled. "Remy not goin' out fo' cigarettes, Chére. Did dat Yeste'day. (yesterday)."
Rogue shook her head in aggravation. "Smokin's bad fo' yah anehway (anyway). Yah paintin' yah lungs black an' yah gonna dah (die) a painful death."
Remy smirked and his scarlet and ebony eyes twinkled in amusement. "Remy didn' know dat y' cared so much."
Rogue growled. "Believe meh Ah don't! When yah dahin' (dying) at an early age Ah'll be rahght (right) there with a bag o' popcorn waitin' fo' yah ta leave meh alone fo'eve' (forever)! An' Ah'll remahnd (remind) yah that its yah own fault."
Remy shook his head smiling. "Remy est content que tu soignes si beaucoup de lui. (Remy is glad you care so much about him.) Mais, Remy pas le projet sur mourir n'importe quand bientôt, donc tu es à rien se soucier de, Cherie. (But, Remy does not plan on dying any time soon, so you have nothing to worry about, darling.)"
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Cela est exactement que je se suis soucié de. Savoir tu, tu resteries en vie à juste le sarcasm me. (That is exactly what I am worried about. Knowing you, you would stay alive to just taunt me.)"
"Tu saves que tu aimes Remy, chére. (You know you love Remy, dear.)" He winked at her and headed to the door again.
Rogue squeaked indignantly. Then she crossed her arms and affixed a death glare towards him. "La droite, je t'aime et les besoins de Logan pour être le tooth fairy. (Right, I love you and Logan wants to be the tooth fairy.)"
Remy chuckled. "Bien, cela est tout à fait une profession admirable, mais Remy ne pense pas que Wolverine paraîtrait trop bon dans un tutu et le diadème avec les petites ailes, n'est-ce pas? (Well, that is quite an admirable profession, but Remy does not think Wolverine would look too good in a tutu and tiara with little wings, do you?)"
Despite the fact that she was angry with him, she giggled! The entire room of teenagers felt their jaws drops. That was surely a sign of the Apocalypse! (hee hee ha ha get it?) None of them had ever heard Rogue giggle. It appeared that they were wrong, she did have some human qualities. (A/N: Just so you know, I think mutants are humans too so I won't refer to non-mutants as human. It just confuses me to no end. Sorry if you are confused.)
She quickly stopped and rolled her eyes at Remy, but she still was smiling. "Tu es impossible. Hilarant, pourtant impossible. Donc si tu ne sorties pas pour les cigarettes, où alles-tu (You are impossible. Hilarious, yet impossible. So if you were not going out for cigarettes, where are you going)?"
Remy smirked impishly. "Je vais aller la découverte qui Forge le gars et le discours à lui d'épisser génétique pour voir s'il peut faire une mouche de cochon. ( I am going to go find that Forge guy and talk to him about genetic splicing to see if he can make a pig fly.)"
Rogue rolled her eyes again. "Tu jamais cesses, Gambit? (Do you ever quit, Gambit?)"
"Non.(no)" he responded with a grin. "Tu ne saves pas que les vainqueurs ne cessent jamais et quitters ne gagne jamais, chére (Don't you know that winners never quit and quitters never win, dear)?"
Rogue groaned and shook her head. She went to go put her bowl in the dishwasher.
"You know, I'm beginning to think that they do that deliberately so we don't know what the heck they are saying." Bobby pointed out. "Do either of you want to explain what you just argued about now?"
Wanda smirked. She had caught half of the conversation. Since Rogue was tired, her French was a little staggered and labored. So she knew part of what Rogue had said. What she was most curious about was when she heard the words "tooth fairy" and Wolverine in the same sentence.
Jamie timidly raised his hand. "Um, do you guys come with subtitles?" Everyone chuckled at the innocent look on his face but they knew he was looking for clues to the romance between the two teammates.
Remy smiled and looked at the cute little thirteen year old. "Tell y' what, squirt. Remy'll tell y' what we said when y' older." He affectionately ruffled Jamie's hair and shook his head.
Jamie looked flustered. "Why am I always too young for everything?" He pouted in a way that was oddly reminiscent of the way Remy had just done the same thing a few minutes ago.
"Dat just how t'ings are kiddo." Remy explained. He saw the saddened look on the kid's face. "Tell y' what. Remy'll teach y' French so y' kin decipher on y' own." Jamie's expression brightened.
"Really!?!" The kid asked excitedly. Remy nodded and Jamie grinned. For reasons unknown to the population at the institute, Jamie had taken to looking at Remy as a sort of hero. He looked up to the older boy. Maybe it was because Remy would always help him out in some way, or side with him in arguments. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was a thief-turned-good-guy, and maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was one of the two tallest members of the team. (A/N: In this, he and Scott are the same height 6'2"). Nobody knew the real reason, but many of them had the opinion that it was because Gambit did not strictly enforce the rules even though he was legally an adult. Therefore, Jamie did not get into much trouble with him about doing missions and training sessions that were not appropriate for his age and experience level. Also, maybe it was nice for the kid to have an older brother figure for a change, as he had grown up with five sisters, and the guys at the institute had always treated him like he was a fragile little baby.
Rogue moved over to the coffee machine and began to make herself some coffee.
"Is breakfast here always this fascinating?" Amanda giggled to Kurt.
"Nein (No {in German I think})." Kurt answered smiling. "Zis vas an unusually boring day. Zere vas no bloodshed and ze Cajun did not end up in tears, and mein seester did not threaten his life. At least I don't think she did. But, she usually does that in Eenglish (English) anyvay (anyway)."
"Why on Earth do they hate each other so much?" Amanda asked curiously. "They both seem so nice."
"As much as I vould love to give you a reason, I am not totally sure zat zey hate each other." Kurt sighed. "Rogue has never acted this vay before he got here. Now she ees vicious and snide and always backtracking to cover up what she says. And they are always bickering and fighting. I am pretty sure zat ze fights are what may be referred to as "lovers tiffs". I think zat zey are in love, but both of them are frightened of love so zey hide it. Or at least Gambit hides part, and Rogue buries her feelings in severely deep oceans of her mind. I do not even think she has admitted it to herself." Kurt looked miserably at his empty plate.
On hearing this, Remy smirked and Rogue stuck out her tongue immaturely.
"Oh, so you aren't too happy with this arrangement?" Amanda asked as she put an arm around his shoulder.
"No. I am very vorried about her. I don't vant him to hurt her. And I don't vant him to take her away from me either." Now it was Remy's turn to stick out his tongue as Rogue sighed and shook her head.
"You can't prevent your sister from falling in love Kurt." Amanda reasoned. "And even if she and Gambit run off and elope or something crazy like that, you'll always be her brother. Nobody will take your place in her heart." At Amanda's words, Rogue choked into her now fresh coffee. She spluttered and gasped repeatedly.
Remy saw an opportunity to mess with everybody's heads. "Aw, 'Manda! Now look what y' did!" He went over to Rogue and patted her back. This helped the choking slightly.
"Thanks, Swamp Rat" Rogue gasped. She looked ready to kill Amanda.
"Remy be tres (very) sorry, Chére." Rogue smiled curiously. "Now dat y' frére's copine (girlfriend) went and said dat, it ain't gonna be a surprise when we do elope." Rogue looked shocked for a moment. But of course a dead hush fell over the room. All of the teens had faces like this OoO!!! Quite a few looked incredulously at Remy. His announcement had taken about fifty years off the life span of the kids in the room. Kurt was snarling and growling and muttering curses in German. Amanda was restraining him much to his dismay.
Remy smirked in satisfaction. He never saw the right hook Rogue threw at him until it was too late. Moments later he woke up from an unconscious state and groaned as he pulled himself off the kitchen floor.
"Ouch, dat hurt Chére." He whined and held a hand to his eye. When he removed it, Bobby whistled.
"Whew! you are definitely gonna feel that tomorrow, dude."
"Remy feelin' it right now." The Cajun grimaced as he tenderly touched the eye.
"Wow. Interesting shade of black and blue..." Amara commented.
"Go, Rogue! Show him that girls rule! Yeah!" Tabby cheered.
"A black eye, that is nothing to what I'll do to him when Amanda lets me go!" Kurt snarled.
"Here's a free lesson, LeBeau." Rogue snarled at Remy as she stood over him. "Don't mess with the Rogue!"
"Rogue!" Jean said aghast as she came into the room. Her hair still had a slight blonde tint to it but it was about 90% red again. "You know you are not allowed to fight with teammates!"
"But, you don't know what he-" Rogue started but Jean cut her off.
"Rogue, you have been nothing but trouble since the day we rescued your sorry tail from the mountains!" Jean snapped. "l don't care what he did or said! You have no right to hurt him!"
"Non, it be okay Jeannie." Remy groaned as he rubbed his eye. "Remy said somet'in' he shouldn't have. Remy deserves de black eye. Don't punish her none." He said this in a low flirtatious tone. Jean giggled a little as she looked into his eyes.
"Okay then..." She trailed off. Scott looked furious.
"Gambit! The professor said you were not allowed to use your empathic charming power on any of the girls!"
"Remy don' see de prof roun' here. D' y'?" Remy shot back. "An Remy be de oldest here. So y' can't act like y' de boss o' Remy, Shades. Cuz y' not."
Scott huffed. "For the oldest, you sure do an excellent impression of a four year old."
"An fo' nahneteen (nineteen) yah do an amazin' impression of an old geezeh (geezer) Scott!" Rogue shot at him. Remy smirked a little. It was a rare occurrence that they were on the same side of an argument. But then again, Rogue hated Scott with almost as much passion as she appeared to hate Remy so it was not too surprising.
Remy shook his head. His empathy was overwhelming him with Rogue's emotions. Hatred for Scott, and a whole mega ton of mixed emotions about himself.
Scott ignored her comment. "Look here LeBeau. Nothing will ever give you the right to make off-color comments about or to Rogue." He said angrily as he snapped into his "protect the teammates" mode. "Rogue is like a little sister to me and I do not want you saying things she doesn't like."
"Go stuff yourself, Summers." Lance growled protectively. He stepped between Scott and the two upset southerners. "You may like to think of her as a sister, but you don't treat her the way my parents taught me to treat girls. Of course I don't really know how brother-sister relations work cuz mine died before my baby sister was born, but observing how Wanda and Pietro and even Kurt and Rogue interact, love for a sister is unconditional. In other words, you protect them all the time, not just when you have to."
Scott gaped at Lance. They were mortal enemies. Lance was supposed to be evil and not make sense. But Scott realized that he was right. So he stayed silent.
"What's the matter Summers?" Lance asked. "You afraid of me? Or is it the fact that you know I am right?"
Scott didn't answer. "Well, maybe you ought to think for a moment then. Rogue was one of the brotherhood once. She is kinda like our sister. And the blue boy really is her brother through Mystique. Do we treat her like you do?"
Lance smirked. he knew he had struck a nerve the way that Scott scowled and clenched his fingers into fists.
A tense silence fell over the room. At that moment, the door sprung open and a guy who was age-suspended in the seventies strolled in.
"Guess what?! I have done it! This may be my best invention yet guys!" He grinned.
"Hey Forge." Kurt greeted through his snarl.
"Why the long face Kurt?" Forge asked his buddy.
"You might say zat ve are about to kill Gambit." Kurt muttered.
"Oh really why?" Forge asked. "Did I miss another episode of "Git away from meh yah dumb swamp rat"?"
"Yes. He made an off color comment to Rogue." Bobby informed the other mutant.
Kurt huffed. "Zat vas more zen off color Bobby."
Rogue agreed with her brother. "Yeah Forge, it was...the rudest thing he's ever said ta meh."
Forge whistled. "Well that explains the black eye then. Gambit, you really should learn to treat her like a lady. Rogue's special, treat her that way."
"Remy knows dat, homme!" Remy said exasperated. "Was on'y jokin' wit' her. Jeez y'd t'ink dat Remy wants t' hurt de fille (the girl) de way all o' y' are actin'!"
Several people laughed at the sour look on his face. And some people just glared.
"Well, anyway, I am here to see the prof. Is he busy?" Forge asked Scott.
"You could say that." Bobby grinned. "If you count busy as on vacation in Europe, probably having some serious fun, enjoying the beaches."
"Oh. When'll he be back?" Forge asked.
"Twenty nine days." Bobby grinned. "So we will have that much time to do whatever we want. Of course, we want to act like mature responsible angels." Bobby stammered quickly at the glare from Jean and Scott.
"Sounds great. But I need to show off my new creation. So how about it? Can I show you guys? I really can't wait a whole month!" The gleam in Forge's eyes was slightly manically. It kind of looked like the look Pyro got around fire, or the one Pietro got around girls.
"Hold up." Kurt said suspiciously. "Your last invention caused quite a problem. Zis von is not like that von is it?"
"Like, I remember that last one. Isn't that the one that sent those, like, icksome monster things into our dimension?" Kitty wrinkled up her nose at the memory of what had happened at the Sadie Hawkins dance. "They like, totally scared me and ruined the whole Sadie Hawkins dance!"
"Hold up!" Remy pouted comically. "Y' tellin' Remy dat dere was a fille's (girls) choice dance an' Remy di'n' git an invite? Chére, Remy be crushed! He's gonna die o' heartache now, petite."
"Ah wish." Rogue muttered under her breath as she rolled her eyes.
Everybody ignored this little exchange. Forge laughed at Kurt.
"Dude. Don't worry Kurt. I totally checked it. I checked my calculations about sixty times. There's nothing to worry about."
"Oh. Alright zen. Show us." Kurt grinned. "What did you make now?"
"Well, I'll need some volunteers." Forge looked at the others. He looked like he was about to bust from excitement.
"Forge, Ah love yah as a friend, but Ah don't trust yah. No offense but are yah positive that this thing o' yahs is safe?" Rogue asked hesitantly.
"As far as I can tell, no undesired side effects. No rips in other dimensions." He responded cheerily.
"Oh. Alright then." twelve of the twenty-four mutant teens volunteered to let Forge demonstrate his new creation on them.
"You see guys, I have done something that was said to be theoretically impossible. I have created a time machine!"
Some of the volunteers began to look apprehensive again. "No, no, no! It isn't dangerous guys. I have tested it myself! I sent my self an hour back, a day back, and a week back. And I am still perfectly fine. Also, the guinea pigs and mice worked too."
Some of the kids relaxed. Just as long as they were not the first test subjects, they were fine with this. Forge was a great guy, and most of his inventions were intended to help. But more often than not, they tended to have dangerous side effects.
"Ok, does anybody have a problem with going back say fifteen years?" Forge asked like a child on Christmas, who was ready to open presents. Everyone shook their heads.
Forge fiddled with a few knobs and buttons and switches. At this point, the twelve who had decided to wait and see the side effects felt very safe indeed. The machine started making an odd humming noise. Forge assured them that it was perfectly normal for that to happen.
Forge pressed a red button labeled on. Suddenly the machine made a tremendous boom. A blinding flash of red light engulfed the room. When it cleared, everybody gasped.
"Uh, did we go back instead of them?" Jamie asked, trying to hide his confusion.
"Of course not silly! They were not all here 15 years ago!" Jubilee said incredulously. She had every right to be incredulous, and he had every right to be confused.
For the teens who had stayed behind were now looking at the unconscious bodies of their teammates. Only they were tiny. Not as if they had been shrunk, but they were still very little. And they had childish features.
"Er, it appears that they did go back after all?" Forge timidly broke the heavy silence. "But...how? What went wrong? I checked my calculations...this worked with me!"
"Ok, so you made a mistake. No big deal. Just un-make it fast please." Lance said in forced calm.
"Sure." Forge twiddled the buttons once again. He clicked a button labeled "Reverse". The device whirred to life. But then it spluttered and died. With a pale face, Forge tried again. And again. And again. He kept failing.
"Forge, please explain..." Lance muttered. He was trying really hard to keep his temper. A leader is supposed to be a good example for those younger than themselves.
"It appears that the power source is limited in its supply of energy. The machine requires a high level of input from the source. I did not anticipate this malfunction. A calculation must have gone off..." Forge gulped. "In layman's terms, oops?"
The room began to tremble dangerously. "So, can you fix it?" Lance said in very dangerously low tones. Forge wisely took a step back.
"Whoa, chill out man." Forge said as he continued to step backwards. Lance was not one who would be winning any prizes for keeping his rather short temper in check. And what's more, everybody in Bayville knew it. "I can...I mean, not right now...but if I just go back to my lab and reconfigure my calculations..."
"WHAT?!?!?!?!" Lance blew up. "YOU HAVE TO GO BACK TO YOUR LAB?! KITTY IS ONE OF THE PEOPLE YOU JUST MESSED UP AN EXPERIMENT ON BUDDY!!! AM I SUPPOSED TO CALMLY WAIT FOR YOU TO GO HOME AND TINKER WITH YOUR STUPID CALCULATIONS?!?!"
Forge mumbled something that sounded remotely like "mimble wimble" to Lance who was still on a rampage of rage.
"WELL YOU SURE AS HECK BETTER GET GOING! YOU...YOU...STUPID SCIENCE DORK!" Lance was apparently to angry to think of a fitting insult. Forge turned and ran straight out the door.
"Lance-calm-down!" Pietro said in a super-fast voice. This made Lance stop and translate it from Pietro-talk to human speech. The result was a calmed down Lance. "I-am-sure-your-precious-little-Kitty-cat-is-perfectly-fine. I-mean, Forge-may-be-a-touch-out-there,-but-I-don't-think-he'd-ever-hurt-anyone-especially-one-of-the-X-Gee-I-mean-X-Men."
While the others tried to translate, Lance had already fully recovered and nodded in agreement.
"Hey! You were going to call us the X-Geeks weren't you Maximoff?!" Evan glowered.
"Oooo, can't-get-anything-by-you-Daniels." The albino speedster rolled his eyes mockingly at his arch nemesis.
"Well, Maximoff, don't forget you live here at the institute too." Evan smirked. "So what does that make you? A saying comes to mind....what is it?...Oh yeah is it takes one to know one?"
"If-you-were-capable-of-noticing-Daniels, -I-stopped-myself.-You-think-I-would- insult-myself? Ha. Think-again." Pietro threw his rival one of his trademark smirks. "You should be thanking me Daniels. I allow you...commoners to revel in my glory." He smirked cockily and Evan threw his arms up in defeat. Right now there were bigger problems.
"Ok, both of you calm down." Lance stepped between the two of them. "Now lets not panic. When they wake up, we can calmly explain to them that there was a problem and their bodies are fifteen years younger. Yes. That's what we shall do."
"And wasn't he the one about two minutes ago, looking for Forge's blood?" Amanda mumbled in an undertone to Wanda who merely smirked in response. (A/N: Is it just me or do they do a ton of smirking in my story?)
At that moment one of the group's now tiny teammates stirred and sat up. The pint sized Remy opened up his red-on-black eyes, which were now bigger, wider, and held a ginormous quantity of childish innocence.
"Who are y'?" He asked sounding panicked. His voice was higher and slightly strained as if talking was still a new experience. His accent however, was as thick as the stunned teens had ever heard it. The miniature version of everybody's favorite Cajun cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Y' not m' pére. An Remy don' t'ink y' any o' de ot'er t'iefs. Where be m' famille (family)? Where is Remy? Are y' guys 'ssassins? (assassins)" He looked positively terrified at the thought.
The group was too stunned to respond. After a few moments Lance began almost weeping. "Remy...buddy, you have to know who I am. I'm Lance. You remember me? Please?"
"Is Remy 'upposta (supposed to) know y'?" The Cajun blinked adorably. "Cuz Remy don't 'member (remember) y'."
Lance's face fell. "Ok, Cajun. You scared me there. But the jokes over now okay?"
"Joke? Remy di'n' say a joke. But, Remy knows a awesome joke. It goes, what aminal (animal) shouldn' y' play cards wit'? Give up? A cheetah. Get it?" The toddler sized Remy smiled one of those 100 million watt smiles that only a little kid can have in a situation that is so weird.
"But where is Remy?" he asked pouting. His pout was so much more irresistible as a tiny little kid than it was when he used it as a flirtatious teen.
"You have got to be joking me." Lance's jaw dropped. He turned to the other twelve who were just as surprised. "Do you think that its just this one?" He asked hopefully.
His answer came in the form of a very petite little girl with auburn hair and the infamous white stripes waking up and looking around, almost in tears. "Mama? Where am Ah? Ah want mah Mama! Ah'm scared!" The small girl nervously clutched the hem of what was at one point her over shirt, but now could almost pass as a dress. Apparently the kids had de-aged completely but their clothes had not shrunk with them. On closer inspection, Remy's shirt was way too big as well and he was just kind of drowning in what were once semi tight pants.
Lance groaned. Jamie's eye's widened. "You...You're Rogue. Don't you remember?"
Rogue wrinkled up her nose. "Mah name ain't Rogue, silly." The little girl shook her head.
"Then what is your name?" Jamie asked sweetly.
Rogue giggled. This was quite disturbing, as Rogue seldom laughed and giggling was about as common as Jean cursing. "Mah name is Marie Anna Darkholme. An' Ah'm free. (three)." She smiled, revealing a full mouth of baby teeth and holding up three fingers.
"So-that's-what-her-real-name-is!" Pietro smiled in amusement. "That's-kind-of-cute.-Why-do-you-think-she-always-refused-to-tell-us-that? I-mean-the-way-she-acted-you-would-have-thought-it-was-something-dreadful-like-Mildred-or-Penelope-or-something. (A/N: I have nothing against these names. Consider the person saying it...)
"Mah name is Marie." She repeated. "Y'all wanna make somethin of it?" She glared threateningly. But unfortunately for her, in the same way that Remy's pout became cuter, her scowl did too. So it did not have the effect she would have wished.
Remy walked over to her and tilted his head to the side. "Remy thinks y' look mo' like a 'Rogue' den y' look like a Marie, Chérie." In a split second she had slammed him to the floor and pinned him down.
"Ah said mah name is MARIE!" She growled.
"Remy heard y'." He shot back and stuck his tongue out at her. Her big emerald eyes widened. In an instant she had slammed a tiny fist into his face. He whimpered and wrestled his arm free and he cupped his nose in his hand. The instant the blood trickled through his fingers his eyes filled with unshed tears.
Immediately, Piotr bounded forward and lifted his friend up. Wanda was right behind him. She detained Rogue.
"Ok. This is obviously not going to work." Lance shook his head. "I have absolutely no idea how long Forge is going to need."
The other mini-mutants were gradually reentering the conscious realm. Most of them were whining and asking where their parents were.
"Ok. Um. Maybe we should take care of them. After all, they are just babies. Its bad to neglect babies, right?" Lance babbled.
"Perhaps we should call Xavier." Colossus suggested mildly. "He may know what to do..."
"Are you crazy?!" Lance bellowed. "We'll get in so much trouble. Besides, he'll think we can't handle responsibility. They're only little kids. How hard can it be?"
"It was only a suggestion." The tall Russian shrugged. "But do you not think that Xavier deserves to know?"
"Look tin-man. I am the oldest here. I don't want to look like an idiot. Please lets just give Forge his time to work out the kinks."
"Fair enough I suppose."
"Right. So to take care of them first we have to know their ages." Lance smiled. "Summers and Gambit started at nineteen, and Forge de-aged them 15 years. So they should be about four."
"Jean and Rogue were eighteen at the beginning." Jubilee piped up. "So they're three now, I guess."
"Ah already said that!" Rogue huffed.
"St. John was seventeen. So he should now be two years of age." Piotr shrugged. "Of course, my math may be off as I am still not the best at American words."
"Bobby and Kitty were 17 too." Evan groaned. He knew that if they were going to be babysitting, he could not skateboard. Watching a whole flock of toddlers would not be his idea of fun.
"Ditto-for-Blob." Pietro grimaced. "And-Tabitha-prided-herself-on-being- seventeen-and-a-half. So-that-would-bring-her-age-down-to-two-and-a-half."
"Same goes for Kurt." Amanda mumbled as she watched the small blue fuzzy elf boy trying to catch his own tail as it amused him greatly.
Wanda's face contorted in disgust. "Toad was 16. So guess what? He would be at the lovely age of one year old. Isn't that super?" She asked in a false cheery voice.
"I guess that would make Amara about one and a half, huh?" Rahne added. The young girl was still awestruck, as was everyone else.
"Right. This shouldn't be too bad." Lance gulped. "They are just little kids. Granted its going to be awkward. And they don't appear to remember anything beyond their "current" ages. But that's okay. How hard can looking after a few little kids be?" He smiled nervously. "After all, it'll only be for what? A few hours?" He sounded as if he was trying to convince himself.
The phone rang and Lance's smile brightened. "I'll bet that's Forge right now calling to say he's on his way with a solution." He cheerfully answered the phone. "Hello? Oh great its you." He smirked and mouthed " It's Forge. Told ya." Then his face fell. "Please don't tell me I heard what I think I just did...C'mon, tell me this is a bad connection." a slight pause. "Of course I know Xavier has the best phone service. But it can't be true." The boy was begging pathetically. The room began to quake as Lance's expression grew angrier. "HOW COULD YOUR DISK WITH THE CALCULATIONS GO MISSING?!?!" Lance screamed into the phone. "NO I WON'T CALM DOWN! NO THANKS TO YOU, MY GIRLFRIEND IS A FRIKKING TWO YEAR OLD! AND DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE IF YOUR EARS ARE HURTING?!" With that Lance slammed the phone down and swore violently with every curse he knew. And considering that he was Pietro's housemate for so long, that number was large and consisted of a few languages.
When he was done, everybody was looking at Lance in awe. They all knew he had a temper, but it still was always a shock to see it.
Among the little kids, Scott recovered from his shock first. "Ooooooooooooo. Oooooooooo!" This of course got all of the mini-mutants doing it. "Ooooooooooooo! I'm telling! You said a whole lotsa bad words!" Scott tutted in his usual bossy way. "Bad man. Bad!" He reprimanded.
"First of all, Summers, my name is Lance. Not "man" or "bad man". Second, nobody likes a tattle tale. And third,...WHY THE HECK AM I ARGUING WITH A FOUR YEAR OLD?!"
Scott stuck out his tongue.
"Okay. I'm calm now. Uh, their clothes are a little too big. I think we kind of have to fix that. I can't believe they shrunk out of their clothes. Thank God the girls weren't wearing something skimpy like bikinis or something. That would be embarrassing. So. Uh anyone have any baby clothes lying around?" This was greeted with blank stares.
"I-can-adjust-the-clothes-on-some-of-them." Pietro admitted reluctantly. "Don't- give-me-that-look. When-you-are-taking-care-of-yourself-as-early-as-I-was-with-my- foster-family, you-have-to-learn-to-do-things-like-that. But,-anyway, the-two-little-ones-I- can't-do. Babies-and-I-don't-see-eye-to-eye. Its-been-that-way-since-my-foster-family." About three seconds later, the group of older kids was looking at ten toddlers in clothes that didn't quite look right on them, but none the less, clothes that fit well.
"Ok. Now-that-we-have-that-crisis-solved-we-have-to-do-something-about-Toad-and-Magma." Pietro said importantly. "I-refuse-to-tailor-their-clothes. So, any-of-you-slow-pokes-have-any-baby-clothes-lying-around? You-know, just-in-case-there-is-a-new-addition-to-any-of-the-couples'-families?" He raised an eyebrow in Lance's direction, and also to Amanda. Lance rolled his eyes and Amanda blushed in humiliation.
"Grow up Pietro." Lance said in a tone that was clearly the only warning that would be issued before his temper blew again. "Kitty and I aren't ready for that kind of thing. And we won't be until marriage so get your mind out of the gutter. And on another note, even if Amanda here was ready, Kurt is a devout Catholic. There is no way he would cast aside his beliefs. On that, Kitty's the same way about being Jewish."
"Aye (I in a Scottish accent. But I won't do too much in this accent) migh' (might) be ible (able) te help ye. Aye have some doll clothes up in me room." The young Scottish girl smiled. "They migh' just be a bonnie (good?) fit fer (for) the li'l laddie (boy) an' me friend 'Mara." She tentatively picked her now-infant friend up and carried her up to her room.
A few moments later Rahne returned with Amara in a pink sleeper that came out of her doll cabinet. It was a little big but it was close enough to perfect. Rahne smiled and tossed a diaper and a similar sleeper to Lance. Only this one was slightly smaller and it was baby blue instead of powder pink.
Lance stared cluelessly at the thing. He looked from the sleeper to Rahne and then to the tiny infant who had rolled over onto his back and was busy playing with his toes, Lance was clearly baffled.
"Aye figure that ought te fit Toad. But Aye am nay (not) gunna put the lad inte it." Rahne clarified.
Lance blinked. He had a vacant expression on his face and he looked confused out of his skull.
"Oh-for-the-love-of-Pixie-Stix!" Pietro rolled his eyes. "You-people-are-so-hopeless-even-I-pity-you. This-is-not-even-funny. Wanda, give-Toad-and-the sleeper-to-me! At-my-stupid-foster-home-they-made-me-take-care-of-their-brats. At-least-I-know-how-to-diaper-and-clothe-an-infant."
Something in Wanda's brain clicked. "Hey. You never had a foster-family. I would have too. Its always been me you and father." Everyone in the room grew uneasy except the toddlers who were oblivious to the whole thing.
"Look, why does everyone get all tense when I mention my father?" Wanda asked, irritated. "I am not stupid you know. I notice this stuff."
"Well, your dad wasn't so...nice...to any of us." Evan tried to explain.
"You're just saying that because you hate my brother Daniels." Wanda said lightly. She thought that their whole feud was stupid, even though she couldn't remember when it had started or what it was over. But, she tended to side with Evan sometimes because she knew that her brother could be every bit the egotistical jerk that Evan claimed.
"Ok! Ok! Both-of-you-hate-me. Great. I-accept-this. But-why-do-you-have-to-take-so-long-arguing?" Pietro shook his head. He did not even try to mask his disgust. "Just-hand-Toad-to-me-will-you-sis?"
Wanda rolled her eyes and she lifted the infant into her arms. She wrinkled up her nose and looked as if she would rather eat dung than hold the boy she couldn't stand in her arms. Or at least she looked like gloves would have been welcomed. He giggled as she moved him upwards abruptly and this shocked Wanda for a second. Toad may have been a smelly, over affectionate teenager, and he was assuredly a smelly, disgusting baby, but he had the most adorable smile. The way his yellow-ish green eyes lit up his whole face was oh-so-sweet.
"Hewipane! (A/N: a baby-talk mixture of helicopter and airplane. I am going to be doing a lot of baby-talk in the upcoming stuff. Don't worry....I'll translate...)Hewipane go 'gain!" He squealed in giddiness.
Wanda kept a poker face as she deposited the squirmy baby into her brother's arms. But she could not help but notice that she didn't mind holding the baby that much. Granted, it could have been more pleasant if said baby was not the boy she hated most in the world. But still, she could not shake the feeling that babies did not irk her as much as anybody else did. She pushed these foreign thoughts out of her mind and blinked.
Pietro finished changing his teammate in about .0000005 seconds and then washed his hands. When he finished, he looked positively disgusted.
"Ok. I-still-don't-like-babies. But-now-that-I-took-care-of-that-emergency, we-need-more-stuff. Babies-are-nasty-little-buggers-and-keeping-them-remotely-clean-for-more-than-an-hour-tops-is-like-trying-to-tell-Pryde-to-talk-without-saying-"like"-"whatever"-or-"totally"-in-any-given-sentence." The people who caught what he said nodded. Kitty was a great person, but she did overdo the "likes" sometimes.
"So-we-have-to-go-out-and-shop. We-have-a-bunch-of-babies-for-an-unknown-amount-of-time. And-Lance-is-right. We-can't-tell-Xavier. Do-the-words-Wolverine-danger-room-sessions-and-in-serious-trouble-come-to-your-minds? Hello! This-is-bad. I-do-not-want-to-be-grounded-until-I'm-as-dull-as-Summers! I-have-too-many-dates-lined-up-to-stay-at-home! And-I-look-way-too-hot-to-be-a-stick-in-the-mud! I-mean-look-at-me, my-gorgeous-hair-and-body-belong-to-girls-everywhere! Cuz-what-girl-wouldn't-want-to-be-with-me?" (A/N: *cough* ME! Sixteen-year olds should NOT have white hair! And I think his ego needs a serious deflating. WHO'S WITH ME?!?!! *crickets chirping* §___§. Oops. I'll just shut up now, then.)
"Careful Pietro, your ego's showing." Lance said warningly.
"Really?" Pietro frowned. "Is it interfering with my looks? Quick Lance hand me a mirror!"
"Loser." Lance smiled at his best friend's patheticness.
"Could not agree more Alvers." Evan smirked. "So where should we go to get baby stuff. I don't really know much more about babies than they dirty their diapers and smell and that they-" He was interrupted by a cry from four year old Remy and three-year-old Rogue yelling furiously at him. "-do that." Evan finished with a sigh.
"Rogue, what's wrong?" Wanda hurried over and pulled the angry girl off of Remy who glared.
"Don't call me that, bad lady!" Rogue scowled. "Mah name is Marie! Not Rogue!"
"She kicked Remy's knee." The little Cajun pouted and rolled up his pants leg to reveal a swollen red area that would be a nasty bruise in an hour or so. In fact, it was already.
"Cuz he pushed me." Rogue scowled.
"Cuz she said Remy's eyes be stupid." Remy looked at Wanda innocently.
"Ah did that cuz he pulled my hair!" Rogue glowered defensively,
"Well, her hair be weird!" Remy explained. "Look at it!" Wanda sighed.
"Does anybody have some Advil or something?" She asked. "No? Ok. Remy, you can't pull her hair, or call it weird, or push her."
"Remy's sorry." He hung his head like a whipped puppy.
"And Ro-Marie, please don't kick, hit, punch, or otherwise hurt Remy. And don't call his eyes stupid."
"Sorry." The little girl mumbled and kicked at the rug a little. "But, still...he was awful mean ta meh."
"What else is new?" Lance muttered under his breath. "This is not going to be too fun. These two were bad enough when they were teenagers. As toddlers, I can already tell that they are going to be little hellions. Is it too late to withdraw myself from the Institute?"
"Oh quit whahnin' (whining) misteh (mister)!" Rogue crossed her arms. "An' tell us what yah sayin'! An' tell all o' us who y'all are. Peez?" She trained her adorably large emerald eyes to Lance and he smiled. He never could resist that expression on anybody. But it seemed that he was particularly weak to Kitty and Rogue's versions of it.
"Ok, Marie. I'm Lance. This is Jamie, Rahne, Amanda, Evan, Jubilee, Ray, Roberto, Wanda and Sam." The older boy gestured to each of them in turn. "And the moron over here with white hair is Pietro."
Marie wrinkled her nose at the boy who glared at his friend and stuck out his tongue immaturely. "Who'd go an' name a guy Peeto?" She asked. "That's a weirder name than the red-head over there gots. An' she gots named afteh (after) pants."
Pietro grew upset. "You-little-brat! My-name-is-not "Peeto" it-is-Pietro!" He scowled at the child who glared right back.
"Pietro! You can't yell at a little girl!" Lance said agitated. "It's not her fault she can't pronounce your name now is it?"
"Sorry." He grunted partially to Lance and partially to Rogue.
"Ok. Now I know who y'all are, whah are weh all here?"
"Well, uh...I guess we'll be taking care of you for a while, kiddo." Lance explained.
A light of recognition clicked on in her eyes. "Kinda like dayscare? When'll mah mama come git meh then?" She asked innocently.
"Um...well...uh...You see, Rog-I mean Marie, it'll be for a while. Its not really like daycare because you'll be here a little longer than one day. Actually, we don't even know how long. And your mama is..." Lance paused. Looking into Rogue's sad eyes he couldn't bear to tell her the truth. He looked to his friends for help. How could the forces of fate force him to tell such a sweet and innocent looking baby girl that her mother was missing and had been for a while. That she had not returned after the fight with the evil mutant Apocalypse. (A/N: I know that it did not really happen this way but bear with me. This is *cough* fanfiction. So just pretend that after that battle Mystique and Magneto disappeared and that is why the Brotherhood and Acolytes joined the X-Men. =P)
"Your-mother-is...on-vacation." Pietro said confidently. But Rogue noticed his hesitation.
"Don't lah (lie) ta meh, Peeto!" She muttered sadly. "Mah mama isn't comin' back is she? She ain't on no vacation." The look on the older kids' faces confirmed this for her. "This ain't dayscare neither. Its just anotheh ohph'nage (orphanage), ain't it?" The look on her little face was heartbreaking. "Mah mama hates meh. She 'banded (abandoned) meh, jus' lahke mah birf (birth) mama did."
"Oh no!" Lance cried out. "This is not an orphanage, sweetie. This is definately not forever! And your mama didn't abandon you. She loved-no-loves you very much I'm sure."
Rogue cast a mournful look to the nine-teen year old. "Then whah ain't she here with meh?"
"Silly Marie." Remy laughed. "Y' mére always be wit' y'. Remy's maman went t' Heaven a li'l while 'go. But Remy knows dat she always wit him. She said so de day she died. She said dat a mére is always wit' her enfant (child). An' when a mére dies she watches her baby from Heaven fo'eve'."
Rogue smiled at his wise words. "Yah really think so? Yah think mah mama's with meh even though she went away fo' a while?"
"Remy don't t'ink it. He knows it." Remy smiled confidently. "Can't see nobody bandinin' (abandoning) y' anyways. Y' pretty," he smiled at her. "Y' def'nately strong." He winced and rubbed his knee and gently touched his nose. "Y' gotsa cute atsent (accent)." She smiled. "An' y' eyes look like em'ral's." He grinned as she smiled at the compliments. "An' it don' even matte' none dat y' a méchante (mean) li'l river rat wit' weird hair dat likes t' beat pauvre (poor) Remy up." Rogue rolled her eyes. All the non-toddler girls squealed at how adorable that was. Except Wanda. She doesn't do the squealing thing. "An' believe Remy, bein' 'banded ain't dis much fun. Remy knows. He was banded till not so long 'go." He nodded.
"Why did yah get banded (abandoned)? The ohph'nage (orphanage) people told meh that mah birf (birth) mama lefted meh cuz Ah'm a bad li'l girl cuz Ah gots too strong a spirit. An' Ah fight a lot."
"Don' Remy know dat," he winced and rubbed his swollen knee tenderly. "Anyways, Remy's birt' (birth) maman (mommy) and papa di'n' like Remy's red and black eyes. Dey t'ought (thought) dat Remy be ebil (evil)." The little Cajun shrugged sadly. "Don' t'ink Remy be ebil (evil). But Tante Matte says dat sometimes Remy be like a debil (devil) child. An' she knows everyt'in' dere is t' know in de whole world. So maybe Remy be evil."
"Annoyin' yeah, but yah not ebil (evil) Remy." Marie chided. "Mah daddy was though."(This is gonna be a BIG thing later so don't forget it...) "He left mah mama after she dropped mah baby brotheh in a river. An' he 'sperimented on all o' us too." (In this story Mystique did not adopt Rogue at four because if she did, then my story does not work. So lets just give the figure of two years old, shall we...? I promise all will be explained later...=)
Remy tutted. And right there, at that moment in time, it was obvious that a miracle had happened. Rogue had befriended Remy LeBeau. It became clear as he hugged her. Just a little and only for just a moment. But still, a strange and unexpected friendship had formed. Who would have thought that it required the two of them to literally going back to their days in diapers to forge this friendship?
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Hello! I am back. Did any of you worry I had dropped off the face of the Earth? Probably not, so I am VERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRY sorry. That is the best thing I can do. I could offer a million different excuses but I know you don't want them so I can only apologize...
So what do you think? Love it? Hate it? Still too mad at dis pauvre fille to think about your opinion? Think trained assassin penguins should peck me to death? All you have to do is tell me. COME ON PEOPLE I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE! YOU KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE! SO SAVE US ALL SOME HEADACHES AND REVIEW ALREADY!!
Ok. I'm done ranting on that. Last time I gave a question for y'all to ponder. Thank you again howlerdrode for answering. This time the question is not a Marvel/DC comic thing. Here goes.
Who would win a race between Pietro and Sonic the hedgehog?
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We are sorry to interrupt your normally scheduled programming. But it has come to our attention through one Girl Number 1 that Marvel has a huge secret regarding one Remy LeBeau. He is the third Summers brother. Repeat. Remy LeBeau is the third Summers brother. This is not a test thank you for your cooperation. Repeat this is not a test.
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! You heard the creepy announcer thing! Gambit is a Summers! Oh the twisted agony! The horror! The irony! This must be a sign of the Apocalypse! Head for the hills! Run! *pauses* But for the love of Pixie-stix, REVIEW FIRST!*Runs off in terror whilst screaming about how the world is ending*
completed on March 7, 2004