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It was late, like really late, a lot later than Lance was use to staying up till. If he were with Kitty he would have no problem staying awake and caressing her hair, but the fact that he was stuck outside doing pushups with only an hour till dawn irritated him.
"This is bull!" Lance grumbled going down for his final hundredth and crashing into the dirt.
"I hear ya bro," Toad replied struggling to finish twenty. "That dumb hoe needs to go!"
"Stop rhyming you annoying piece of filth," snapped a very pissed off goth named Wanda who was stretching her leg.
"Anything you want my sweet," Toad replied licking his green lips. Wanda gave him the finger before returning to her stretch.
"Were gonna get married someday," Toad said lightly as he collapsed to the ground.
"Sure you are," Lance snapped rubbing his sore arm, which he imagined wrapped around Kitty's shoulder. Why did his life have to be so screwed up? What had he ever done?
"Hey Rocky," cooed Tabitha who was standing by a stack of weights, "wanna help me get this?"
Leave me alone Lance wanted to shout but instead he groaned silently and replied, "Whatever."
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Ororo stood outside the door of Xavier's library and watched in silence as the two nervous teens walked past her. Though she was interested in them there was something she needed to settle first and Logan knew it.
"Hey," he said as he closed the door and leaned against the wall. He still had what looked like a bruise on his chin, but it was very feint and obviously healing.
"What happened to you?" Ororo asked.
"Can't tell you," sighed Logan with a small smile, "my ego is still trying to recover."
Ororo smiled back but it fell as she finally reached the real question, "Logan how do you know Mystique?"
She could've sworn she literally saw him cringe but she kept silent and starred at him. He ran a long rough hand through his hair before he replied.
"We have a past."
That didn't satisfy Ororo, "What kind of past?" she asked.
"The kind that should remain in the past!" he stated obviously irritated.
"Well I think I deserve to know Logan!" Ororo snapped. "I've answered all your questions now answer mine! How do you know Mystique?"
Logan grunted and put his hand over his eyes. He suddenly had a very bad headache, but she was right she deserved the truth from him.
"Mystique and I were together for awhile back when I first escaped from the Weapon X program. I thought she wanted to help me so I stuck with her for a few months but the bitch just wanted the nice reward the government had on my head so I left."
Ororo's eyes were unreadable and that worried Logan, she was usually very expressive with her crystal blue eyes but now they were just mysterious and clouded.
"Thank you Logan, that's all I wanted to know," she said reaching for the doorknob, "just wish I didn't have to force it from you."
Logan's whole being froze at her finale words and the hurt behind them. He didn't even notice that she was impatiently waiting for him to join her but even when he did his thoughts were a million miles away.
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Rogue and Remy were sitting on the coach when Ororo and Logan entered, though Remy noticed Rogue did not. She had her head between her hands and was rubbing her eyes. What the Professor had said a few seconds before the interruption had shaken yet excited her. He offered her a new life, away from Mystique, and the chance to help others the way she never had with the Brotherhood. It was tempting yet there were just too many bad things that could happen and not just to her. She knew Mystique and when the woman was mad she got revenge, and there was no way she was going to just let this slip.
"Rogue," repeated the Professor, "did you hear what I said? We'd absolutely love it if you would join the X-men and help recruit others to join us. We have no official household yet but you are more than welcome to stay with Ororo until production us underway. I am very dedicated Rogue and I want my first student to feel the same dedication for our cause as I do."
"And how long before Mystique comes lookin for meh?" Rogue asked shooting her head up, "Ah don't want any of ya to get hurt."
"Please don't fear for us," cut in Ororo, "we've dealt with a lot worse in the past. Besides it would be nice to have someone around the apartment."
Rogue was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't notice Logan's scowl, all she could think about was that this might be possible, it just might be.
"Alright Professor," sighed Rogue, "where do ah sign up?"
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It was very late but Kitty was unable to sleep. Something about the way Lance had spoken to her earlier frightened her. The only time she had ever heard him talk like that was when he was young and terrified of his parent's wrath after he had spilled paint in the bathtub. But something about tonight had been different and Kitty couldn't figure it out.
"Men," she sighed taking her pillow and throwing it over her head. She did not need this right now she really didn't. Her overall week hadn't been bad but she hadn't spent as much alone time with Lance as she wanted to. The whole cheerleading thing was more than Kitty had expected, the coach was insane, not to mention her parents were on her back about her grades. It wasn't like they were dropping her parents just liked to make her life more miserable by bothering her about it.
When Kitty was unable to breath she threw the pillow at the closed door and rolled over on her side. She wanted to cry but she had done so much earlier that she didn't have it in her, so she vented her frustration by biting her already short nails.
She was about to bite into her flesh when her cell phone, which was on the nightstand, began to play Livin On A Prayer. It was Lance's ring tone and Kitty immediately opened her phone, very disappointed that it was a text. But when she saw the, "Wish I was there, I miss u pretty kitty, sweet dreams, luv Lance," a smile crept over her face and she nuzzled her face into her pillow, falling asleep instantly, the phone still in her hand.
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The sun was just visible over the horizon when Jean slowly opened her eyes. She was in her big pink canopy but she wasn't alone and she didn't want to be. The feeling of Scott's strong arm around her waist made her feel better than she had in a really long time. Though the fist time had been somewhat of a rushed thing the second time had been amazing and the memory made Jean smile. It hadn't been her first time but it was the first time she had ever actually been in love with someone and that made it much sweeter.
As if he knew she was awake Scott, still very sleepy, pulled her closer to his him and buried his face in her bright red hair. He wanted to open his eyes to see her but he was just too tired. Jean didn't mind at all she was on the verge of drifting off back into sleep when she heard the silent yet unbearably loud sound of her alarm clock.
"Scott," Jean half whispered half yawned, "you have to go, my parents will be up soon."
"So," Scott yawned.
"So," replied Jean with a smile, "I'll be in major trouble if they find us together, I'm the perfect good little girl, remember?"
"Could've fooled me," Scott said smiling his eyelids finally fluttering open, "Not that I mind though."
Jean stood up with a sheet around her and searched for Scott's pants. She really needed to get him out of her.
"I'm not joking Scott, we've got to find your pants," Jean said as she lifted up a few pillows.
"Ugh Jean," Scott said pointing to the ceiling, "there on the ceiling fan."
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Mystique was pissed, beyond pissed, she was furious. After a whole night of searching for her ungrateful step daughter she had come home to find all of her stuff was gone and her son was still off doing who knows what. Not that she cared about Kurt, he would always run back to her, but Rogue had the ability to do some serious damage.
Though she wouldn't admit it Mystique was hurt by the fact that Rogue had run away. She had always known the girl was capable of it but until she had met that Cajun trash she never would've had it in her to do it. The whole idea sent her into hysterics as she lay out on her step daughters bed that smelt like vanilla and strawberries.
Finally she stopped and whispered to herself, "I don't need her, I have my brotherhood and my son, but I will get her back for the wasted years I put into her training. She will regret the day she was born.
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Remy set the lat box of Rogue's clothes on the ground when he finally realized how tired he was. Not that Rogue had brought much stuff but the whole night had left him exhausted and the blue queen size bed looked very tempting, even if it was nearing the afternoon.
He couldn't take it anymore; he needed to shut his eyes, even if it was only for a few minutes. So he laid himself on the bed and closed his eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.
Remy was not asleep very long when he suddenly felt a smooth gloved hand runt through his hair. But he didn't open his eyes; he just wanted to enjoy the soft caresses of her hand. He also refused to open his eyes as her hands traced his neck and his arm muscles, but when her hand suddenly made a direct hit for the area in the center of his stomach his eyes shot open and he had to protect himself from a tickle attack.
"What are ya doin chere?" Remy asked grabbing both of Rogues gloved elbows.
"Tryin to get this Swamp Rat off mah bed," she said with a playful yet seductive smile.
"Remy don dink ya need to worry bout de Swamp Rat chere, but de sneaky River Rat dat go around tryin to tickle people."
"But at least the River Rat is cute," she continued to muse as she tried to pull out of his grasp but found she was pinned beneath him in seconds and as if it were the most natural thing in the world she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.
"Ya win this time sugah, just be happy ah'm too tired to kick ya ass," Rogue yawned.
Remy smiled as he slide off her so he could rest on his side, but he brought her with him so that her head was tucked under his neck.
"Hey chere," Remy practically whispered.
"Huh?" Rogue yawned, her eyes growing very heavy,
"I jus want ya to know dat I love ya," Remy continued and held his breath waiting for her response. Of course he never got one, Rogue was already fast asleep.
Half sighing half yawning Remy smiled once more before she buried his face in her hair and let sleep overtake him.