AN: So I planned on updating this before the New Year. And I'm graduating next week... I'm a bit late. Sorry about that. And fanfiction deleted my page breaks in all my other chapters! So now it's periods instead of dashes, but you people don't care so it's all good.

Disclaimer: I do not own X men Evolutions, or any of the characters. I do in fact own Roxy. So suck it!

Warning: Contains cursing, violence, vomiting, mild to moderate sexual situations, and the occasional reference to yaoi/ slash/ BL.

Belle Fleur

Chapter eight- Slight Kidnapping

"The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on." -Robert Bloch

"We are seriously screwed!" Pietro practically screamed as he ran into the house.

"Did you try to hit on that girl who works at the smoothie place again? Cos I told you, she is so a lesbian!" I yelled as I continued to flip through channels on the television.

"The one that was practically trying to have eye sex with you?" Tabby asked from the other side of the couch while she flipped through a magazine.

"Yeah, she really is a lesbian, yo." Toad agreed from the recliner chair.

"Ok, first of all, she was trying to have eye sex with me, " Pietro pointed out as he began to pace the room. "And second of all, some one called child services on us!"

"Who the fuck called child services on us?" I screamed while standing up and throwing the remote in a random direction, which I would later learn was through a window.

"I don't know, but I was in the office-"

"You are in the office a lot." I pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

"-And there was a person from child services asking a shit load of questions about the house!" Pietro finally finished his mini rant.

"I kinda want a smoothie now." Tabby said with a thoughtful gaze as she stood up from the couch.

"A smoothie sounds nice, " I said with a shrug as I walked closer to the door and grabbed a sweatshirt, "Who wants one? They're on me."

"Roxy, child services is on their way! And if they think that our living situation is not suitable, then we will all be shipped back to where we were before here! And trust me, that is a bad thing for most of us!" Pietro yelled loudly as he began to clean at super speeds.

"How about this?" I asked as I stood in his path, "I go get some free smoothies, you continue to clean, Toad goes and takes a shower, Tabby goes and tells Lance what is going on so he can make a plan that we will probably not follow, and Freddy can... do something useful."

"Fine, get me a strawberry smoothie." Pietro said with a pout as he continued to clean. Heading out the door I made sure to pull my skirt up and the front of my shirt down. Free smoothies, here I come!

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"Why hello, Taylor." I said with a warm smile as I leaned on the counter.

"Oh! H-hey Roxy!" The girl behind the counter said as a small blush appeared on her cheeks. She had her short black hair pulled back into two small buns and a pair of red glasses hid her caramel brown eyes. She walked closer to the counter and stared down at me, it was only for a split second, but I swear her eyes averted from my face to my chest as her blush deepened. She is just making this too easy! "What can I get for you?"

"Can I please have a strawberry smoothie, two berry smoothies, a banana smoothie, a citrus smoothie, and a kiwi smoothie?" I asked with another warm smile.

"Yeah! Um, your total is sixteen dollars and thirty four cents." Taylor told me with an eager smile as she waited for me to find my money. Looking through all of my pockets I realized that I had 'forgotten' my money. Silly me!

"Oh my god! I forgot my money at home, I am such an idiot!" I said with my signature cute pout as I leaned back onto the counter with my head resting on a hand that was propped against the counter. "I guess I'll just have to go back home. Sorry to waste your time, Taylor." And with that I began to walk away, but not too quickly of course.

"Wait!" Taylor said quickly just as I reached the door, "They're on the house."

"I couldn't do that!" I said as I turned back around to face her.

"Don't worry about it." Taylor said with a wide smile on her face.

"But that's twenty dollars, I couldn't make you pay for that." I informed her with a sad smile on my face.

"It's fine, really." Taylor said as she adjusted her glasses.

"Is there anything I can do to make this up to you?" I asked with a wide smile. Please say no, please say no, please say no!

"Well I was going to see a movie on Sunday, maybe you could come with me?" She asked with a hopeful look in her eyes. God dammit!

"Sure, that sound like a lot of fun!" No it doesn't, I would rather have child services send me back to my father.

"Cool, I get off at four on Sunday, so meet me here?" After I nodded with a small smile she ran off and began making all six of my smoothies.

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"So I got us all free smoothies!" I yelled happily as soon as I entered the Brotherhood house. "Well, mostly free!

"Oh, there you are!" Pietro said quickly as he ran into the room, "We need you upstairs. Everybody else is in Tabby's room!" And with that he was off again. Looking around I noticed the fact that the floors were swept, the walls were repaired and washed, the living room was organized, and the kitchen was given the appearance of cleanliness, but I knew that if I tried to open a cabinet door it would fall off. Following Pietro's instructions I walked up the stair case and into Tabby's room.

"You bitches rang?" I asked before taking a second take at the inside of the room, "What the hell are you guys doing?"

"Tabby is trying to look like you, I'm picking out your outfit, Pietro is cleaning the house, and Freddy is cleaning Toad." Lance explained to be as if this was all completely normal activities.

"I'm telling you guys, I took a shower like a week ago!" Toad yelled from the inflatable kiddie pool that was located in the middle of the room. Inside there was a half naked Toad and surrounded by about half a foot of bubbles. Around the pool was Freddy in what appeared to be a home made bio hazard suit and about six bottles of different kinds of shampoos and soaps.

"Yeah, and since then you have gone garbage picking for lunch at school three times, went looking for Lance's car keys in the mud twice, and been down in our polluted lake looking for flies about seven times!" I said angrily. "And why are you picking out my outfit?"

"See what we figured is that the institute still has Tabbitha listed as living with them and the school still has Mystic listed as our care giver. So we are going to have you, as Fleur, dress up to look like what mystic looked like when she ran this place. And then we are going to have Tabbitha dress up like you!" Lance finished his speech, and went back to going through a closet.

"So I have to pretend to be your schools ex principle and a mature adult just so that you but munches can stay in this shit hole of a house?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well without this shit hole Tabby, you, and I will become homeless, Pietro is going back to a bitch of an aunt in New York City, Freddy is going back to being ridiculed as a freak in a side show at a circus in Texas, and Lance goes back to a foster home in Illinois, yo." Toad said as he once again emerged from a pile of suds.

"I'll do it so I have a place to stay." I said with a huge sigh.

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And so, an hour later when child services representative arrived, we were well prepared.

"Hello, Miss Darkholme?" Asked an uptight looking man with light brown hair in a form fitting gray suit.

"That would be me." I said as I opened the door wider to invite him inside the house. He walked in slowly and looked both ways. Following his gaze I noticed he was staring at a wall that used to have a giant hole in it. I have to admit, Pietro did a good job cleaning.

"Well as you may know, I am Frank Albers, and I am from child services. I was sent here for an annual check up." Frankie-boy said as he held a hand out to me, being polite, I shook it.

"I understand." I said in my best mature voice, "All of the kids are in the kitchen eating dinner if you need to talk to them, and you may feel free to look around."

"I would like to look around upstairs before I talk to the children, if you do not mind." He said with a small smile.

"Not at all." As soon as he was up the stairs, I ran into the kitchen where the others were eating mac and cheese, "Holly hell, this guy is mad formal."

"Well of course he is, it's his job to be." Pietro said with a sigh.

"Speaking of which, nice job of cleaning this place." I said with a smirk as I sat on the counter.

"Really? I can show you something else I'm good at." Pietro said smoothly as he walked closer to me.

"Yeah, us flirting isn't going to make this guy think you have a stable living condition." I said seriously, "Maybe later."

"How long is he going to be here?" Tabby asked as she scraped more food out of the pots. She was currently wearing one of my skirts and a pair of my boots and had her hair down , "He's a total downer."

"Miss Darkholme, I would have to say that for a house that is full of adolescents, it is surprisingly clean." Frankie, as he had been dubbed in my head, said as he entered the kitchen.

"Thank you." I said calmly

"Now, it is standard procedure for me to ask all of the children questions. But they do need a guardian present." Nodding, Frankie began to ask the typical questions;

'Are you happy here?'
'Do you ever feel neglected?'
'Do you always have enough to eat?'
'Do you all get along?'
'How is school?'
'Are you bullied there?'

And of course, the others couldn't help but to put their own flair on the answers;
'As happy as a Toad in a bucket of mud, yo.'
'Less neglected than I was at home.'
'Not with Fred eating everything in sight.'
'They all suck.'
'It sucks.'
'The other way around if anything.'

After Frankie was done asking everyone questions, he asked to speak with me alone. So I agreed and led him into the living room and sat him down on the larger couch which had recently fixed so that it was actually comfortable to sit on again.

"It appears that these children have a rather unique living condition." Frank said as he looked around the room.

"Of course it is unique, all of the children come from unique living conditions, and this is the best way for them all to be provided with a stable living conditions." I said with my best fake smile, one that I usually reserved for getting out of a detention.

"I just feel that they cannot live a prosperous life if they continue to dwell under circumstances such as these." He said in a firmer voice as he looked right into my eyes.

"Mr. Albers, this house is full of troubled teens. This time last year Pietro was in a jail cell, Roxy and Todd were homeless, Lance was stealing test answers and selling them, and Fred was a circus act. These children have been all been hurt and abandoned since a young age. They are happy here and taking them away will do no good." I said with a strong voice.

"Very well Miss Darkholme, now if you will excuse me, I mus go." And with at, Frankie was gone. And not even a minute after he was out the door, the others all came into the living room.

"That was great, Rox!" Tabby yelled as she tackled me back onto the couch.

"How did you know I was in jail last year?"

"I'm psychic, mother fucker."

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Sometimes I really don't think that people listen to m. At all. Like I tell them that I want to to sleep in, and what do they do? They call me at ungodly hours to tell m that they want to come and visit me. At my house. And you know, that's great. Really, it is. Except for the small fact that my visitor is German, fuzzy, and thinks that I live across the street from my actual house.

Now the answer to this problem seems rather simple, just tell him that my father is home and does not approve of mutants. But yet again, it was the morning ans I was sleeping so I told him to head over. And it wasn't until a good five minutes later that I realized my mistake. And of course jumped out of bed and ran as quickly as I could into what I thought was Pietro's room, but was actually a wall. And then into Pietro's room. And threw a book at his sleeping form.

"What the fuck?" He yelled as soon as the book made contact and then fell out of the bed rather ungracefully.

"Pietro wake up! I need your help!" I screamed loudly as I ripped the blanket off of his body to reveal that he was only in a pair of black silk boxers "And put some clothes on!"

"What the hell do you need my help with at-" It was at this point that he paused in his dressing to check the clock, "Eleven in the morning? Why are you even up this early?"

"Fuzzy- Lumpkins wants to come over and visit me." And Pietro gave me a blank stare, "In my house. Across the street. With a family living in it." And it was at this point that recognition crossed his face and he began to get ready at speeds that only he could manage safely.

"So what's the plan?" He asked as soon as he was ready.

"I say you run over, and confuse the hell out of them then I'll come in and transport them somewhere nice then swap out all traces that I don't live there and let Kurt in?" I said with a shrug as Pietro and I made our way across the street. There were only three other houses on the other side of the street. One had a 'Beware of Pit bull' sign, the other was a revolting shade of green and was covered in wind chimes, and the last was a faded blue with dark windows and a chain link fence blocking off a slightly over grown yard. My vote was on the last one.

"So we're planning on kidnapping them?" Pietro asked with a raised eyebrow as he followed me towards the house that I had picked out.

"Yeah, pretty much." I nodded before pushing his forward "Now go do what you're best at!" And within five minutes the house was empty and we had begun our cleaning spree. The couple that lived here were probably in their mid thirties. The wife had short blond hair that reached just past her ears and always had a warm smile on her face in pictures and liked to wear long skirts. The husband had a short cut of light brown hair and blue eyes and used to have a beard but cut it off some time ago. They had no children. She was a veterinarian and he was a lawyer. She liked the color blue and he liked orange.

And they couldn't stand each other.

I picked all this up from pictures and things laying around the house. It was never anything obvious, I'm just surprisingly observant. It wasn't really anything that pointed directly to the fact that they hated each other but it was more so how they looked at each other in pictures and how stiffly they stood when they had to pose together. And the fact that the husband, who was only a room away, didn't even react when his wife screamed as she was transported to Grand central station.

But luckily by the time that Kurt showed up the house was made to look like I lived in it with my parents and Pietro had run out the back door. And that was when my phone rang.

"Yellow?" I asked as I began to wander the house, trying to figure out where everything was.

"Guten tag Roxy!" Kurt called back though the phone, "I ported onto your street, but I don't know vhich house is yours." He said a bit shyly.

"Oh, my bad." And it was at this that I headed out the front door and looked up and down the street for him, "Hey, where are you?"

"Right here." I heard from next to me and through the phone only a second after hearing a small 'bamf'.

"Oh, there you are. Come inside." I said with a wide smile as I led him into my 'house'. "And do you mind taking that damned thing off?"

"Vhat? My shoes?" Kurt asked as he leaned down to remove them.

"Well that too, if you want. But I want you to be fuzzy and adorable, so take that damned watch off! Don't worry, my dad isn't home and won't be for some time." I said with a light smirk as I tugged at his wrist.

"O-okay Roxy." Kurt said with a heavy blush covering his face which soon was hidden by a layer of blue fur."So vhat do you vant to do?"

"Um, we could watch some TV." I said with a shrug as I led him into what I remembered to be the living room. Or den. Or family room. Or something like that. "And I'll get us some snacks from the kitchen."

"I thought you said you didn't have a TV." Kurt said as he looked at me from over the couch as I headed into the kitchen.

"We bought one, duh." I said as I looked through all the cabinets for something to eat and came back with only a bag of chips and two cans of soda.

"Hey Roxy, vhere is zhe bathroom?" Kurt asked as walked into the kitchen, his spandex suit stretching around him as he walked, making my mind go to some very bad places.

"Uh, second door on the left." I said, not really sure if that was right or not as I headed back into the living room and fell down on the couch and turned the TV on to some cartoons.

"That's a closet." Kurt called back a minute later.

"Isn't that what you asked for?" I asked innocently, hoping he would give up on the whole urine thing. And he did, I noticed, as he sat back down on the couch with me a minute later.

"Leave it to you to not even know your own house." He sighed jokingly.

"Please, I avoid coming home as much a possible." I said with a smile. After watching TV for a minute I had a thought, "Hey Kurt?"

"Da?" He asked with a light blush as I began to look at his hands closely and felt the small layer of fur that resided there.

"Are you furry all over? Like all over?" I asked with raised eyebrows, trying to show what I mean. Which he apparently understood.

"U-um, mostly. But you know, some places are more so hair than fur. Vhy do you ask?" He asked as I could see a slight blush rise up past his fur. It kinda made him look purple, which was really adorable.

"I'm curious, you know I've never had a furry friend before. I've had a dog, but I don't think that's the same thing..." I shrugged. And it was at this time that the door slammed open and my heart raced for the briefest of moments before I heard the voice that came with it.

"Yo, where are you Roxy?" Toad yelled as he hopped into the room and on top of the couch before looking down at us, "And what is Fuzzy Lumpkins doing here?"

"Okay, first of all- what's up with the Fuzzy Lumpkins?" I asked as if I had never head it and tried to suppress a giggle, "And second of all why are you here Toad?"

"Ugh, don't tell me zhat zhat name is catching on over zhere." Kurt said as he rolled his eyes.

"And I came to visit you, yo." Toad said just before he stretched his tongue out to catch a fly that had actually been annoying me. Toad's first useful function!

"Well I'm hanging out with Kurt now. So go home." I said rather matter-of-factly.

"Why do I have to go home?" Toad asked, sounding rather offended, "Why can't blue boy here go home?"

"Because Kurt is fuzzy and adorable." I said as I hugged his arm tightly to me before turning back to Toad and waved a hand in front of my nose before making a face at him, "And you smell."

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So I could do this. I woke up this morning. I dressed nicely. I met her where she asked me to. I sat next to her in the theater. I stole her popcorn. I held her hand on the way home. And this is where things got awkward. The good bye. And we stood there for a minute. And she lent in slightly and I quickly moved into a very awkward hug. Which she very awkwardly returned.

"Um, I'm sorry if I rushed you a bit there." Taylor apologized as she looked off to the side and pushed her glasses up a bit.

"It's not that it's just that I'm not really..." And this is where I trailed off, not really knowing how to tell her that I was not attracted to her what so ever. Sure, I was bi but this girl was such a fucking spazz!

"Oh, you aren't out yet?" She asked with a knowing look.

"Yeah, that's it!" I said, going along with it completely and hoping she would leave soon.

"Oh, okay. Well I really have to be getting home soon, but if you even need some help with that, just give me a call." She said with a wide smile.

"I will." Not. "Bye!"

"Happy holidays!" Taylor said finally as she began to leave.

"Yeah, you too." I called back over my shoulder. Wait, what does she mean? Thinking it over I could not for the life of me think of any holidays that were coming up. All well. And with that, I headed home.

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"Guys, hurry up!" I yelled as I attempted to put shoes on while running down the stairs. We were all running incredibly late and school started in five minutes and was a fifteen minute drive, even when Lance sped. "We're going to be late!"

"And why is that bad?" Fred asked as he slowly made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen, typical lard ass.

"Because I'm not getting suspended again for being late to school so much, and I am willing to leave you guys all here if you don't hurry up." Lance said as he pulled a jacket on and headed towards the car.

"Yeah, and we're all really close to getting suspended for the same reason, so let's go." Pietro added on as he also headed out the door, two pop tarts in hand. Where the fuck did he get those? And with that I finished tying my shoes and ran after him grabbing his other pop tart. Mhm, chocolate fudge.

"Please and thank you." I said as I climbed into the car, which surprisingly already had everybody else in it all ready, leaving me no place to sit so I sat on Pietro's lab and put my legs on top of Toad's and Tabby's laps making myself nice and comfortable.

"Can I help you?" Toad asked as he tried to push my heavy boots off of his lap.

"Yeah, you could rub my feet." I muttered around a mouthful of chocolate goodness.

"So Roxy, you still haven't told us how your date with what's her face was." Pietro said with a raised eye brow as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"It was fucking horrible and I will punch anybody who ever brings it up again." I said sternly as we pulled up to a surprisingly empty school that had all the lights off and the doors closed.

"What the hell?" Tabby asked as she looked around confused.

"Dudes." I said with a slight gasp as I looked at the sign in front of the school, "Tomorrow's Christmas."

So yeah, I'm going to be a high school graduate soon. How scary of a thought is that? And I still don't have my license...

But yeah, this chapter was supposed to be posted in December but I failed a lot so we're going to have a Christmas in July, okay? But next chapter will be Christmas and then filler of Joy ride and Walk on the Wild Side. Love how I have pretty much memorized all the episode names? And yet last week I could not think of Scott's name for the life of me...

And My fucking 'e' button won't work half of the time! So please review or it might just kill itself.