A/N:Well back again with not much to say! Hmm… well I tried 15000 different versions of this chapter and this is the one that I happened to like best. What can I say, I hope you all like it too!

Pairings: Ororo/Logan, Remy/OC , Rogue/Bobby, Scott/Jean

Ages: Ororo, Jean, OC, Bobby, Rogue 16 , Logan, Scott, Remy, Kurt 17

Teenage Mutants

"Alright everyone." Sabretooth said after he had re-gathered all of the males that had seen the fiasco that had just recently taken place in the rec-room. He stood in front of the giant t.v. screen and spoke to the younger guys in a sarcastically professional tone as they all listened.

"Everyone here witnessed what just happened, right?" He smiled at the hesitant nods and continued. "Okay. We're gonna analyze, and re-evaluate what just happened, so that it won't happened to anymore of you punks, alright? Now who can tell me what just happened here?" Bobby raised his hand eagerly, holding his wrist and waving his arm. Victor cocked an eyebrow.

"W—this is more of an open Q and A kind of thing, kid." He said. Bobby looked around confusedly, hand still raised.

"Just call on him." Scott sighed, shaking his head.

"Huh." Victor said, realizing that this might turn out to be harder than he intended it to be. "Okay. Kid in need of medication." He said, pointing to the Iceman.

"Remy and Logan just pissed off two really hot chicks, which potentially ruins any future chances of them getting in their pants." He said. "But hey—just leaves more for the Drake man right? Am I right?" He bragged around the room.

"Okay." Victor said, scratching his head. "Maybe we should go a little deeper, shall we? I've obviously got a lot less to work with than I thought." He said, the latter part mostly to himself.

Let's start with Logan." He said, gesturing to a fuming Wolverine sitting by the pool table.

"Who can tell me Logan's first mistake?" He asked. Bobby raised his hand again, and again, Victor called on him.

"He's whipped by a chick who's not even his girlfriend." He answered proudly. He was met with complete silence.

"…What?" He said, seeing everyone looking away from him.

"Kid, I think you need to be more on the listening side of this whole thing." Sabretooth said, scratching his head.

"He keeps lozink his tempah over trivial things vhen he promised Ororo he vouldn't." Kurt tried.

"Exactly." Victor replied. "And everyone: when you make a promise to a girl you're interested in, what are you never supposed to do?"

"Break it while they're around." A unanimous answer came from the room.

"Or?" Victor added.

"Or while one of they friends is around who will go tell her." Gambit smiled at Logan as he answered.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, Lebeau, we still have your situation to cover." Victor told the Cajun before continuing. "Who can me tell Gambit's mistake?" He rolled his eyes when once again, Bobby Drake's hand waved in the air.

"Yes, Spazz?"

"He shouldn't've broken up with Rogue until he nailed Theresa."

"No."

"He should've snatched 'Reese up the night she got here?"

"No."

"No one's used the 'birthday present' excuse since the 1950's?"

"No."

"He—

"Icepop, for God's sake, quit while yer ahead." Logan groaned.

"Hey! I gave like fifteen good answers! I should be teaching this class!"

"It's not a class, Bobby!" Scott yelled.

"He lied about vhere he vas." Kurt answered, meeting the dark glance shot at him by Remy with one of his own.

"Yes, which did what?"

"Which led Theresa to believe he was somewhere doing something he had no business." Scott added.

"Perfect." Victor answered. "Women are sensitive creatures, gentlemen. And for some odd reason, words are important to them. So watch which ones you decide to say. Okay, we done for now. But don't worry, we'll be back together again soon. One of you is bound to screw up shortly." He watched the boys skeptically and chuckled as they filed out of the room.

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The day had gone by much slower than usual. The assumption was made that it was because the girls had gone through extreme lengths to ignore the boys. But it finally had reached an end, and Storm climbed into bed, waiting for Theresa to come back from the shower before she turned the lights out. She fought to keep her eyes open, 'Reese would keep all the lights on and the t.v. blaring if she fell asleep before she came back. It seemed as if she was fighting a losing battle, as she finally dozed. Her eyes shot back open, however, when she heard an extremely loud thud, and low cursing coming from the hall. It continued for a while, and a door slammed. She sat up when the noise came closer and held her breath when her door clicked open.

"Fuckin' bâtard animal." Storm sighed, half annoyed and half relieved when a very disgruntled Gambit stumbled into the room. Her eyebrows shot up once she noticed that he was only clad is worn old sweatpants.

"Remy." Storm said in a manner that showed how sick she was of the conversation before it had even started. "What the hell is going on?"

Remy looked up at her, startled. Ororo would have laughed, but exhaustion and rage both prevented it. The Cajun exhaled deeply before plopping onto the foot of her bed.

"Yo' damn boyfriend kicked me outta de room." He said disgustedly. "Cause you ain't talking to 'im."

"That's his own fault." Storm responded. "So, what, Victor's in your bed?"

"Oui, I'd kill bot' dey asses if you wasn't so in love wit 'em." He said.

"Okay well first: Say that again and I'll choke you. Second: Why can't you just crash with Scott and Bobby? Or stay in the living room?"

"Tried dat. Scottie and Jean is gettin' cozy so popsicle boy is in de livin' room."

"Well I don't care if you sleep in here, but then… I'm not the one you should be worried about."

"Hm." Remy nodded, indicating that he was fully aware of that fact. They both looked up when the door clicked open once again. Theresa came in the room still nude under a towel and didn't even glance at the Cajun or Storm before closing herself in the bathroom. Remy and 'Ro glanced at each other, both equally as clueless. Minutes passed and 'Reese reemerged from the bathroom, now dressed in a large t-shirt and pajama bottoms and paused when she saw the two of them staring at her.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" She said, seeing Remy in Storm's bed. "Get out!" Storm intervened before he could respond.

"He needed a place to crash, Theresa."

"I don't care." She answered, never breaking eye contact with the Gambit. "Get out of my room." She said lower.

"Come on, he can just sleep on the floor!"

"No! Screw that, Storm, you wouldn't let Logan sleep in here!"

"Well Remy isn't Logan!"

"I don't want his ass in my room." Theresa said firmly. Her eyes were narrowed to slits and there wasn't any sign of faltering from her. But Storm was just as stubborn, and it all too suddenly was clear to 'Reese who Ororo was siding with.

"Fuck dis." Gambit stood, heated at the entire situation. "If you don' want me in here so bad, I'll go some damn where else."

"No," 'Reese countered, shoving him back down, "You stay right the hell here. Both of you kiss my ass, I'll leave." Theresa shouted before slamming the door shut.

"There. Hope you're happy." Storm scolded The Cajun bitterly.

"Whatevah, chere." Remy said, sitting on 'Reese's bed. "You, Wolvie, and 'Reesey all helped make my day turn inta shit. I deserve a bed." He said before snatching the covers over him.

-A Few Hours Later-

Remy tossed again for the umpteenth time in the previous minutes. He had tried to get to sleep, but guilt was searing through him and wouldn't have it. He finally groaned and threw the sheets off of him.

"What's your problem?" 'Ro mumbled sleepily. Remy swung his legs to the floor and squeezed the bridge of his nose, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

"Nothin' chere, go back to sleep." He replied. When his demonic eyes were finally able to pierce through the dark, he stood. "I'm gonna go drain de hose."

"Remy just apologize to her, please?" She started again, sitting up herself. "You hurt her feelings, Remy. You might not've meant to, but you did. And not even once either; you went out behind her back, and then you chased her out of her own room."

"You helped me out wit' dat, if Gambit's not mistaken, 'Roro."

"Just tell her you're sorry, Remy. Before you screw things up. Again." Gambit couldn't very well see Storm's face, but he could tell well enough from her tone that she was speaking not only for her friend. He released the doorknob and smiled.

"Well, I would, chere," He said as he sauntered over to her. "But dere's somethin' more important I gotta do." Ororo rolled her eyes at him as her left side drooped from his weight on her bedside.

"Yeah, what?" She asked skeptically. Gambit took her hand and cradled it with both of his.

"Apologize to my Stormy." He said in all seriousness, referring to the day before. 'Ro blinked at him, her entire demeanor changing in that second.

"You de most important t'ing in de world to me, chere. You know that?" He could clearly see her face now, and her eyes were already beginning to sparkle. She began to respond, but the Cajun stopped her before she could begin.

"Non, chere, I mean it. Remy could give a shit about any o' dese bastards, but he can't stan' having you mad at him. 't rips my damn heart out, Stormy." Remy noticed a small tear make it's way down her cheek. He assumed this was his cue to hug her and did.

"Remy's sorry if he hurt you, Stormy, chere. I'd nevah do it on purpose, I swear." 'Ro pushed him away and wiped her eyes.

"I know. But Remy you have to think before you do stuff. You and Logan."

Remy sucked his teeth loudly. He had, until then, forgotten about the Wolverine.

"Don't worry 'bout dat dumbass, he's sprung ovah you, 'Ro." He said, standing and making his way to the door. "Still don't know what you see in the jackass, but you ain't got no reason to worry. Goodnight, chere." He laughed, grabbing the doorknob.

"I love you, assface." Storm said. Gambit looked back at her and grinned. His hand, again, slipped off of the door as he made his way once more to her bedside. He pulled her to him with one masculine arm and kissed her forehead.

"Yo' my heart, chere. Go to sleep." Storm finally closed her eyes and Remy closed the door behind him as he left the room.

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'Reese dug through the freezer noisily, until she finally got her hands on the jumbo tub of Bonnie-Blue vanilla ice cream she'd been searching for. Dropping it onto the counter, she pulled up a stool and did not waste any time digging into it with the largest spoon she could find. She was chastising herself endlessly for being forced out of her own room so easily. She knew Storm would be a little sore at her for her and Jean's teasing regarding Victor, but there was no way she would imagine that she'd go this far.

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Gambit finally reached the bottom of the staircase, hearing distinct clamoring in the kitchen that he knew could only be Theresa, but was stopped by a voice before he could reach her.

"You don't think you've done enough already, Cajun?" A particularly bitter Quicksilver spat from the top of the stairs. Remy merely glanced at him before continuing to the kitchen.

"I guess you won't stop until you've driven her to tears again, is that it?" He said, suddenly and dangerously in front of him.

"Get de fuck out my way, Speedy." Remy warned lowly.

"I don't think she wants to speak to you now, swamp rat. Maybe you should go back upstairs." Pietro challenged. Gambit's nostrils flared at his boldness.

"Take anotha' step, Richie Rich," The Cajun's eyes were glowing, "I been waitin' fo' an excuse ta wear you out." Pietro chuckled.

"If it's a fight you want, Remy, go ahead. Hit me."

The Cajun gritted his teeth. As much as he wanted to sock the other male, now was neither the place or time. He knew Quicksilver would only use his mutation to fight dirty. He, also, had much bigger fish to fry.

"Exactly." The fast one spoke again. "Not the most civilized thing to do."

"Speedy, yo' don' give dis swamp rat enough credit." Remy smiled evilly, "If I was so uncivilized, I would'a deat de shit outta you de minute I knew you was tryna put the moves on my 'Reesey."

"Oh so you're claiming her now?"

"Neither of you should be claiming her. Or talking to her." A clearly perturbed Cyclops said as he shoved past the both of them and into the kitchen. Both of them leaned in to get a closer listen.

"Tough day, 'Reese?" Scott asked, swinging the refrigerator door open. She looked up from the tub of sugary frozen cream and smiled.

"What are you doin' up, sensei?"

"Funny." Scott answered, pulling out a banana and closing the fridge back. "I couldn't sleep, so I thought I might as well eat something."

"Of course." Theresa laughed.

"What about you?" He asked, standing across from her, leaning over the counter.

"Me? I'm trying to eat my problems away." 'Reese answered, plunging the spoon into the tub again.

"Well yes, that makes perfect sense." Scott replied, peeling the banana absent mindedly.

"Shut up, loser." Theresa retorted, stuffing her mouth with ice-cream.

"Why stay, roadrunnah'?" Gambit asked. "You'll only leave again when she tells Scotty she don' wan' nothin' ta do wit' ya."

"Of course. What woman wouldn't choose you over me."

"Dat mus' be yo' closet-case assed way 'o tellin' me I ain' good enough for her." Gambit said, glancing at Quicksilver.

Pietro turned to Remy, taking a while to stare him down before speaking.

"You aren't." He said. "That girl deserves better, Lebeau. Any woman deserves better than you."

Gambit was surprised that Quicksilver would press the envelope, but brushed it off.

"Yeah, an' they don't want nothin' ta do wit yo' either."

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Storm sat up, unable to get back to sleep since Remy's departure. The entire day kept replaying over and over in her mind; From her show down with Logan in the rec room to her unmerciful driving off of Theresa.

What a bitch you've been today, Ororo. She thought, cradling her head in her hands. She huffed, running her fingers through her hair and threw the covers off of herself. She needed to talk to Logan.

'Ro peeked out into the hallway, making sure the halls were empty before closing her door behind her and making her way to Logan's dorm.

"Up a little late, huh Sparky?" Ororo jumped at the voice behind her. She turned to see a dressed up, and incredibly sexy looking Sabretooth grinning at her.

"I was looking for your brother."

"Why the hell are you lookin' for that pansy?" He laughed. 'Ro cocked an eyebrow.

"Prob'ly the same reason you're so interested."

"Oh, I'm extremely interested." He growled. "But Logan's asleep… you know if you're really lookin' for him."

"I am." Storm quickly assured him. Sabretooth held his hands up in defense and she quickly calmed herself.

"Why are you so dressed up, by the way?" She asked, eager to change the subject. Victor looked down at his attire as if he were just now noticing it.

"Hmmm…" he shrugged. "Thought I'd go out." Ororo shot up a highly suspicious eyebrow at his answer.

"Why?" He smirked, "Did you wanna join me?"

'Ro crossed her arms.

"I'm dating Logan."

"Oh yeah, Well then you should stay." Victor said, scratching his ear. "Goin' out tonight will just piss him off. Especially where I'm headed." Storm perked up at this statement as he walked past her towards the staircase. She fought with herself knowing the right thing to do was to go back to her room. But temptation was getting to best of her. Going out with Victor would not only give her the chance to get back at Logan for earlier, but more importantly it would give her the chance to go out with Victor.

"Should I wait downstairs?" He called from down the hall. Storm rolled her eyes.

"Give me twenty minutes." She said, running back to her room to change.

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"What kind of problems are you trying to eat away again?" Scott asked, throwing away the peel to his now eaten banana. Theresa exhaled deeply.

"I knew it was coming." She sighed. Scott's expression was a question mark.

"I'm sorry?"

"I'm not dumb, Scott. I know why Remy was out all night." She said. "He was with some damn girl. Or girls, knowing him." Scott's eyebrows furrowed.

"I don't think that's true, 'Reese."

"Really?" Theresa asked deadpan. "Really, Scott?"

"Yeah, Theresa, really. You're just buying into the hype. That's what that is."

"I'm buying into the hype. Of what? Of Remy?"

"You are buying into the hype of his reputation. Or what Quicksilver tells you."

"So what do you think he did then, Scott."

"I dunno, maybe he just went out to a party, or a club… or something."

"Without inviting you. You and Logan and him are supposed to be best friends, right?" She asked dryly. Scott sighed, thinking it best not to answer.

"Exactly." She said, "You know good and well he wasn't at any damn club." She threw the spoon down, unable to eat anymore of the now melting Bonnie Blue.

"Well even if that was the case, why would you be mad at him?" Scott asked.

"Doesn't matter." She answered.

"Yes, it does matter. Why are you always looking for the worst in him, 'Reese?"

"Drop it, Scott." Theresa's voice became louder and finally Scott understood. He couldn't believe it, but it was clear to him. He groaned, eyes shut tight.

"You like him, don't you." Scott said, rubbing his face frustratingly. "You do. You like him. Geez, I don't know how I didn't see it." There went fifty of his dollars. Gambit was already listening outside, and once he apologized to her, he was certain both he and Logan were screwed.

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You could save face if y'just leave now, Speedy." Remy grinned. "Ain' no point in embarassin' yoself any further." Pietro snarled at him.

"Don't put all your eggs in the basket, Gambit," he responded coldly, "She hasn't said anything."

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Scott's attention switched back to Theresa, seeing her sit back down after returning the tub of ice cream to the freezer.

"So," he said, "When are you gonna tell him."

"You're funny." Theresa answered dryly.

"That's not healthy, 'Reese."

"What the hell would I look like if I told him I liked him now."

"Doesn't matter. You like him, right?" Theresa looked up at Scott again, making him all the more certain.

"Then tell him. What's the worst that could happen?" He said as sincerely as he could.

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Gambit smiled, turning to an enraged Quicksilver.

"I believe dis is de part where you civilized bastards concede to de victor, ay Speedy?" Pietro kept silent and left heatedly, shoving past a smugly satisfied Remy.

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"And who knows," Scott added, heading towards the doorway, "He might surprise you." Theresa rolled her eyes as he ascended up the stairs.

"Right. Whatever the hell that means." She said, laying her head down on the counter.

"What he tryin' ta say is, chere," 'Reese perked up at the Cajun's voice. "That ol' Gambit jus' might like y'back." He sat next to her and spoke as she turned away from him.

"Yo' still mad at me, huh chere?"

"What gave me away?"

"'Reesey, ma chere. I promise to ya I ain' leave wit' de intentions of pissin' ya off."

"Well you did."

"And I'm sorry, chere. Gambit'd nevah done it if he knew you'd be dis hurt 'cause of him." Theresa sat up slowly and looked at him, satisfied that he'd at least apologized.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too, I guess." She sighed. "I didn't have any reason to mad at you." Remy grinned, grabbing her hand and kissing it.

"So." Theresa smiled. "You like me, huh?" Remy pursed his lips and shrugged.

"Eh, I might." He laughed when she pushed him playfully.

"Yeah right, I haunt your freakin' dreams." She said exiting the kitchen.

"Please, I done had yo' head fallin' ovah ya heels since ya laid eyes on me, 'Reesey." He shot back, dead on her heels.

"Who told you that lie, fool."

"It's all ovah you chere. Remy done possessed y'soul now." He laughed grabbing her from behind.

"Whatever." She said laughing. The Cajun released her and smiled.

"Dis gonna be a good week, non?" He chuckled.

"Don't bet on it, freak."

"Chere. You'll have ta use a diff'rent excuse now. You forget now I know ya want me." He said lowly. 'Reese couldn't help but smile. He wasright.

"Wait," She said, grabbing an ever wandering hand of the Cajun, "Where were you then?" Gambit looked at her confusedly, too distracted by his seized hand to answer.

"Last night?" She urged him. He blinked, finally coming into realization, but smiled nonetheless.

"Out at de tables, chere. Boredom drives a man to gamble."

"Boredom?"

"If I recall correctly, chérie… dat was the day you ditched ol' Remy fah Pietro." Theresa rolled her eyes.

"Oh." They quieted again, and 'Reese yawned in spite of herself.

"Come on, chere. Need ta get you in the bed." He said, placing a hand on her back.

"You're not funny." She said brushing past him.

"Wasn' tryna be." He replied evilly.

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Victor say up, hearing 'Ro finally make her way down the staircase.

"I thought you said twenty…" he began to complain, before seeing Storm in the tightest, and shortest dress ever created.

"You were saying?" She said, placing a hand on her hip. Sabretooth ran a hand through his hair, not quite able to find words.

"That's… a nice color on you." Storm laughed at his predictable male-response.

"Let's go." She said, lacing her fingers with his before leading him outside. Victor could not help but laugh.

This'll be a fuckin' riot. He laughed as the thought entered his mind.

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