Mutants of the mansion
chapter 11
I just gained all 5 seasons of X-men: the animated series. Watched the first season and I think I'm gaining either Storm, Rogue or Gambit's accent. Also, if somebody wants to draw that kiss scene, I will be totally fine with it.
(Third)
Wolverine walked upstairs with a beer in hand. Most of the people in the room started to fall asleep, and he decided to find Jubilee.
"Alright, we gotta figure somethin' out here, Sweet pea."
"What's there to figure out?" When his ears picked up those voices, his curiosity peaked. Padding silently down the hall, he located the source of the talking, then spotted a third person.
"Laura?" His clone waved her arm slightly, then pointed to the door and the recorder in her hand. He glared for a moment, then dodged across the door and flattened himself against the wall.
"I thought it was obvious. What's left to figure out?" A pause filled the cool night air. "Rogue?"
"Come with me, Jubilee." Laura hissed in frustration as both Jubilee and Rogue floated off the balcony.
"Laura! What the hell is goin' on?!" Logan demanded as she ran to the balcony and glared at the two moving figures. "Do ya have a reason to be spyin' on people?"
"You may just understand, Logan." The teenager pressed a few buttons on the camera she was holding, then tossed it at Wolverine. The screen was lit up with a picture of his adopted daughter kissing one of his long-time team mates. "I just walked past, and saw them."
"Huh. So that's who she likes." Wolverine mumbled before pocketing the camera. "That still ain't any reason to snoop on people, X."
"You can't tell me what to do, Logan." With a sigh, he took another swig of his beer. He could tell this was going to be a long night.
(Jubilee)
"Awh man. I left my jacket on the balcony." I grumbled, rubbing my bare arms to try an get some feeling back. "And my shades." I still have no idea why Rogue thought it was a good idea to walk away from the house. "I'll go back and grab them."
"It's fine, Sweet pea." A dark brown jacket was draped over my shoulders. "Ah ain't even cold. Only reason ah wear that thing is so I'm not just wearnin' a spandex suit." I smiled up at her and pushed my arms through the sleeves. Warm jackets are the best. "I think somebody was watchin' us up there."
"How could you tell?" A look back to the balcony didn't tell me anything. All I could see was the yellow of my coat. "I don't see anybody." Rogue turned me around and put her arm over my shoulders.
"Ah wouldn't worry 'bout it. They probably ran off." With a shrug, we began walking again. Reaching up, I grabbed her hand and locked our fingers together. "Like ah said before, we gotta figure somethin' out."
"What's there to figure out? I think I kinda just admitted that I like you." That made her chuckle. Then Rogue let go of my hand to take off her glove.
"You don't know how good it feels to actually be able to touch somebody." She sighed, pressing her face Into my hair. Tingles! "Ahm sure glad it's you, Jubes." And here comes the nausea. The good kind. Maybe that's where the phrase lovesick comes from.
"Oh come on, I'm sure there's a few people that you'd want to kiss. Maybe Gumbo to shut him up about it."
"Ahm tempted ta let 'im. Like ya said, shut 'im up 'bout it." We walked for another minute in silence. "Did ya mean it?"
"Mean what?"
"When ya said ya liked me." I sighed and shook my head.
"Why wouldn't I mean it?" This time, I stopped and made her face me. "Why would I lie about something like that?" I paused to let her take her glove off. "This may not sound sincere coming from a fifteen-"
"Sixteen."
"-Sixteen year old." I corrected with a slight edge to my voice. "But I like spending time with you, Rogue. I enjoy ever single second I can get with you. Be it on missions, or just goofing off. You're always the one to comfort me when I get scared. I've felt like this for a while now." I had to gather my nerves. "Rogue, I don't just like you. I-" That was cut short when her lips pressed against mine, instantly silencing me. This is what you would call a perfect moment.
(Third)
"I can't hear them. What are they sayin'?"
"Quiet, Gumbo." Wolverine hissed, keeping his attention on Jubilee and Rogue. "I ain't interested in what they're sayin'. I just wanna make sure neither of them are gonna make a serious move."
"Dey be makin' out, Logan. That is serious, no?" The shorter man gave a slight glare to the taller. Well, as much as he could from the tree branch he was perched on. Gambit decided to stay on the ground. Wolverine had wanted to follow them on his own. Then Gambit spotted him and demanded that if he didn't get to join, he'd tell them. The thief had just swaggered into the gates with a huge grin on his face. When Wolverine asked him where he'd been for the past month, he just shrugged. "Oh, they stopped. Shame I brought no camera." Rolling his eyes at the Cajun, Wolverine continued to listen.
"Want me to finish that last sentence, Rogue?"
"Ah don't think there's any need, Sweet pea. Ahm thinking the feeling is mutual."
"Logan, look! Dey be makin' out again!" It took every ounce of his self-control to not jump from the tree and flay his team mate. "Now I really regret not bringin' a camera." While trying to regain his mind, Wolverine slipped backwards slightly, letting a familiar silver shape fall from his pocket. "Well, would you look at dat."
"I was holdin' onto it for Laura." Without giving him chance to get it back, Gamit began to aim the camera at the pair. What he didn't notice, make the two girls notice. The flash was on.
"What was that? Was that a thunder flash?" Jubilee wondered out loud, giving Rogue a death-grip hug. "I really hate thunder..." By now, both men had attempted to melt into the tree when the older woman looked around.
"It's getting late anyway, Jubilee. Let's get ya back inside." When Rogue got a nod in response, she picked the younger girl up bridal style and flew towards the house. When she was completely out of sight, both men relaxed.
"Good goin', Cajun. You almost got us caught!" Gambit paid no attention to Wolverine, just sat at the base of the tree and admired the picture. "Wait, wait. I just thought of somethin'" Gambit paid attention to him that time. "How ain't toucin' Rogue hurtin' Jubilee?" It was like the both of them had a dual epiphany.
"What if the Petit can resist physical powers jus' as much as mental ones? Sounds believable, no?" They both thought on it. Quite deeply.
"I'm goin to bed." Wolverine grumbled, pushing past the taller man. Gambit followed on after he pocketed the camera. As soon as they got inside, Logan went for a beer, and the Cajun walked upstairs, and straight into Jubilee's room.
"Hunh? Whozat?" She muttered tiredly, rubbing her eye. "Izat you, Rogue?"
"No Petit, it be Gambit!" He grinned, sitting on he bed and ruffling her hair when she hugged him.
"It's been ages, Gumbo! Where have you been?"
"Les jus' say I had to collect something. Why don you go back to sleep, and we talk more in the mornin', huh?" You didn't have to tell her twice. With another yawn, she laid back down and fell asleep almost instantly. "I tol you Gambit could fix this." He smiled, pulling a small vial of yellow liquid out of his pocket and pushing the gauze up her face so he could see the entire injury. Pulling the stopper out, he poured it all over the missing flesh and replaced the gauze when he finished. "You jus wait and see."
Does anybody have any idea what the ship name could be for Rogue and Jubilee? All my ideas sound suckish.