Muir Island
~*~
Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
-Alanis Morissette
~*~
An hour later
"I really wish that you wouldn't do this," Xavier said.
"I really wish ya had told meh the truth," Rogue said. Kitty nodded in agreement and a few moments later the three were on their way.
Even later
"Vhere are we going?" Kurt asked as they waited for Kitty to buy three plane tickets.
"Muir Island," Kitty said coming back and producing the tickets. "Rahne lives there."
"Vhen eez zhe flight?"
"In twenty minutes," Kitty said.
"Ah'm gonna go fahnd a book," Rogue said. "Ah'll meet ya back here in a few minutes." She went into the shop and started looking around. Not able to find anything else she settled on Laurel K. Hamilton's "Cerulean Sins."
"Ironic," a man's voice said from behind her.
Rogue turned and stared up into a pair of odd looking brown eyes in shock. "Damn it," she muttered.
"And Remy t'ought ya'd be happy ta see him," the Cajun grinned.
"What are you doin' here?" Rogue demanded.
"Shoppin'," Remy said. He took the book from her and read the back before shaking his head. "Remy is not surprised." She snatched the book back and stalked over to the cashier. After she paid she went outside and Remy fell back into step with her. "Where are you goin' chére?"
"None of yer business," Rogue snapped.
"Remy's goin' ta England," he said. "Mags is sendin' him on a little mission."
"It's offical, God hates meh!" Rogue exclaimed.
"I didn' know ya cared chérie."
"That's `cause Ah don't. That's where Ah'm flyin' too."
"It's fate," he grinned widely. Rogue groaned and walked over to Kitty and Kurt.
"Hi," Kitty said.
"Bonjour, petite," he purred taking her hand and kissing it. "See, chére, *she* has manners."
"Bite meh," Rogue snapped.
Remy's eyes lit up. "Where?"
"Pig."
"Don't talk to mien sister like zat," Kurt said. Remy merely stared at the elf.
"May Remy see your tickets?" he asked turning to Kitty who shrugged holding them out for inspection. His smile widened. "Chére, it *is* fate! You're gonna be sittin' beside Remy."
"Ah am not!" Rogue exclaimed.
"Mais two of de seats are together," he told her. He turned to Kitty. "What about you, petite? Will you keep dis Cajun company?"
"Fahne, swamp rat!" Rogue said. "Ah'll sit beside ya. Don't trah anythin' though."
"Chére, Remy would never."
"Right."
"C'mon, guys," Kitty said. "You can, like, fight later. Let's go." She took Rogue and Kurt's arms leading them towards the gate. Half an hour later Rogue was seated next to Remy and glaring at her book as the Cajun tried to draw her into a conversation.
"What led de three of you ta leave de Institute?"
"Creative differences," Rogue murmured not taking her eyes off of her book.
"Ya know; you're not a very good conversationalist."
"Depends on the subject."
"Okay, ma chére, what does make you interested?"
"Guys who don't call meh by stupid pet-names for one."
"We have eight hours here," he said. "Ya want ta try to be nice?"
"No."
He sighed. "Den Remy is gonna have ta try harder."
Rogue looked up and narrowed her eyes at him. "You really don't." He merely grinned at her. He began to tell her about his teammates. He had Rogue nearly in tears from her laughter as he told her stories about John. The next few hours sped by for them as he told her about his childhood in Louisiana and she told him a little about Irene. Much to Rogue's shock and slight annoyance she found that he was funny and could be sweet.
"We're here," Kitty called up happily.
"Merde," Remy muttered. Rogue had to agree but couldn't let him know that.
"Great, now Ah can get away from ya."
"Ah, chére, what a breath of fresh air you are from de femmes dat actually like Remy and want Remy around."
"That's what Ah aim for." Ten minutes later they were walking out of the gate.
A man walked over to them and studied them before his eyes landed on Remy. "LeBeau."
"Wisdom."
"You two, like, know each other?" Kitty asked.
"Ya might say dat," Remy said.
"Kitty Pryde," the other man guessed his eyes sweeping quickly over the petite girl.
"Yes," she said looking taken aback.
"And you're Rogue," he said. The Goth nodded. The others noticed though that he barely even looked her over once, unlike what he had done with Kitty. "So that would make you Kurt Wagner."
"Ja," Kurt said. "And you are?"
"Pete Wisdom," Pete extended a hand and the two shook hands, "the witchdoctor sent Brian and me t' pick you up."
"Let's go," Kitty said grabbing her bags. Rogue and Kurt got theirs too. Remy came forward and took Rogue's bags in addition to his own duffle bag. Pete saw that Kitty was struggling with hers and rolled his eyes taking them from her.
"How do ve know who you are?" Kurt asked.
"I can attest to de fact dat he is Pete Wisdom," Remy said.
"Yeah, `cause we totally trust you," Rogue said. Pete snickered at Remy's expression while Rogue placed a hand over her mouth horrified. "Oh mah Gawd! Ah just sounded like Kitty."
"It's an improvement," the Valley girl said sticking her tongue out at the Goth. Pete led them out to the airfield. A man was standing beside a jet.
"This is Brian Braddock," Pete said.
"Hello," the man said shaking each of their hands. "Are all of you coming back with us?"
"No," Rogue said. "He just came with the bags, we're taking him back now."
"Remy needs a place ta stay," Remy said. "Pete?"
"We're not on the mainland, mate," he said. "We're on an island. Lots of fresh air." He looked disgusted at the thought. "But I try t' go to the London once a week."
"Great, Remy can complete his mission and spend time wit' ma cherie."
"Ah am not and will never be yours!" Rogue exclaimed.
"Lost yer touch?" Pete asked smirking.
"We leaving now?" a woman asked getting out.
"If everyone wants to."
"I'm hungry," Kurt said.
"You're always hungry," Kitty said rolling her eyes.
"I know a good pub `at's real close," Pete said.
"Why does that not surprise me?" Brian asked rolling his eyes. He helped them put their bags in the plane. "You guys want to go to whatever dive Wisdom calls home?"
"Ja," Kurt said.
"I guess that means we, like, have to," Kitty sighed. The group walked to a small pub.
"This is not a dive," Pete said to Brian as he led them inside. They sat down at a table. Kurt sat on the far end, Betsy after him, Kitty next to Betsy, and Pete beside her. Brian sat across from Kurt with Rogue next to him and Remy beside her. Pete ordered a bottle of scotch causing a few looks from Brian and Betsy. It was when he lit up a cigarette, after they ate, though that the proverbial shit hit the fan.
"Do you have to, like, do that when I'm sitting here?" Kitty demanded scrunching her nose up in obvious distaste.
He looked at her and raised his eyebrow before taking a deep drag off of the cigarette and letting it out slowly. "Yes."
"That is so totally rude, and disgusting."
"Bite me."
"You're going to kill yourself with those!"
He smirked. "That is so sweet. You're worried about me."
"As if!" He merely raised an eyebrow still looking at Kitty. "If you, like, want to kill yourself go ahead."
"Dear lord," he said his eyes going wide, "she's a Valley Girl. God truly does `ate me." Rogue tried to hide a snicker but Betsy, Remy and Brian had no such qualms and burst into laughter. Kurt merely smiled.
"You- you-" Kitty sputtered.
"Keep tryin' and you might come up with somethin'."
"Jerk!"
"`Ere ya go! Very good, a little clichéd but I'm proud." Throughout this exchange they were leaning closer and their mouths were now inches apart. Kitty, once realizing this, leapt back flushing hotly. Pete's grin merely widened at her reaction as he sat up straighter.
"T'ree weeks," Remy whispered to Rogue.
"What are ya talkin' about?" Rogue asked.
"In t'ree weeks dey either kill each other or... do somethin' else ta get rid of dis tension dey have buildin'," he said softly.
Betsy overheard this and laughed. "Two," she said smiling.
"What are you two talking about?" Kitty asked.
"Nothing," they said together causing the brunette's eyes to narrow. Pete also hadn't missed the exchange and looked at Remy raising an eyebrow. The Cajun simply smiled but didn't say anything.
"Right," Kitty said. A few minutes later they were on their way, thirty minutes later they had landed on Muir Island.
"`Ome sweet `ome," Pete said as he grabbed Kitty's bags.
"I can, like, take those myself," Kitty said after trying to wrestle the bags from him. He merely stepped away.
"Try to do the bird a favor!" he exclaimed rolling his eyes. He dropped the bags once inside and walked into the living room. Rahne ran in and hugged Kitty first before hugging Rogue, then Kurt.
"A've missed you guys sae much!" she exclaimed. Moira came in. "Guys, this is Moira McTaggart."
"AKA, the witchdoctor o' Muir Island," Pete said blandly.
"Shut yer mouth, sassenach!" Moira said.
"They're like this all the time," Betsy told them with a smile.
Brian grinned at that before speaking. "Actually, they're being nice," Brian said. "May I show everyone to their rooms?" Everyone gathered their things and followed Brian up the stairs. "Rogue, Kitty your room is right here, incidentally, it's across from Pete's."
"Great," Kitty said rolling her eyes.
"Remy you'll be sharing a room with Kurt," Brian said as they left the girls in their new room.
"Was?" Kurt asked his eyes widening slightly.
"You've got ta be jokin'," Remy said.
Brian merely smirked. "Sorry, boys." With that he left them to unpack.
~*~
Author's Note- Again, please tell me who you want the other three to be with.
~*~
Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot-blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you, you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
-Alanis Morissette
~*~
An hour later
"I really wish that you wouldn't do this," Xavier said.
"I really wish ya had told meh the truth," Rogue said. Kitty nodded in agreement and a few moments later the three were on their way.
Even later
"Vhere are we going?" Kurt asked as they waited for Kitty to buy three plane tickets.
"Muir Island," Kitty said coming back and producing the tickets. "Rahne lives there."
"Vhen eez zhe flight?"
"In twenty minutes," Kitty said.
"Ah'm gonna go fahnd a book," Rogue said. "Ah'll meet ya back here in a few minutes." She went into the shop and started looking around. Not able to find anything else she settled on Laurel K. Hamilton's "Cerulean Sins."
"Ironic," a man's voice said from behind her.
Rogue turned and stared up into a pair of odd looking brown eyes in shock. "Damn it," she muttered.
"And Remy t'ought ya'd be happy ta see him," the Cajun grinned.
"What are you doin' here?" Rogue demanded.
"Shoppin'," Remy said. He took the book from her and read the back before shaking his head. "Remy is not surprised." She snatched the book back and stalked over to the cashier. After she paid she went outside and Remy fell back into step with her. "Where are you goin' chére?"
"None of yer business," Rogue snapped.
"Remy's goin' ta England," he said. "Mags is sendin' him on a little mission."
"It's offical, God hates meh!" Rogue exclaimed.
"I didn' know ya cared chérie."
"That's `cause Ah don't. That's where Ah'm flyin' too."
"It's fate," he grinned widely. Rogue groaned and walked over to Kitty and Kurt.
"Hi," Kitty said.
"Bonjour, petite," he purred taking her hand and kissing it. "See, chére, *she* has manners."
"Bite meh," Rogue snapped.
Remy's eyes lit up. "Where?"
"Pig."
"Don't talk to mien sister like zat," Kurt said. Remy merely stared at the elf.
"May Remy see your tickets?" he asked turning to Kitty who shrugged holding them out for inspection. His smile widened. "Chére, it *is* fate! You're gonna be sittin' beside Remy."
"Ah am not!" Rogue exclaimed.
"Mais two of de seats are together," he told her. He turned to Kitty. "What about you, petite? Will you keep dis Cajun company?"
"Fahne, swamp rat!" Rogue said. "Ah'll sit beside ya. Don't trah anythin' though."
"Chére, Remy would never."
"Right."
"C'mon, guys," Kitty said. "You can, like, fight later. Let's go." She took Rogue and Kurt's arms leading them towards the gate. Half an hour later Rogue was seated next to Remy and glaring at her book as the Cajun tried to draw her into a conversation.
"What led de three of you ta leave de Institute?"
"Creative differences," Rogue murmured not taking her eyes off of her book.
"Ya know; you're not a very good conversationalist."
"Depends on the subject."
"Okay, ma chére, what does make you interested?"
"Guys who don't call meh by stupid pet-names for one."
"We have eight hours here," he said. "Ya want ta try to be nice?"
"No."
He sighed. "Den Remy is gonna have ta try harder."
Rogue looked up and narrowed her eyes at him. "You really don't." He merely grinned at her. He began to tell her about his teammates. He had Rogue nearly in tears from her laughter as he told her stories about John. The next few hours sped by for them as he told her about his childhood in Louisiana and she told him a little about Irene. Much to Rogue's shock and slight annoyance she found that he was funny and could be sweet.
"We're here," Kitty called up happily.
"Merde," Remy muttered. Rogue had to agree but couldn't let him know that.
"Great, now Ah can get away from ya."
"Ah, chére, what a breath of fresh air you are from de femmes dat actually like Remy and want Remy around."
"That's what Ah aim for." Ten minutes later they were walking out of the gate.
A man walked over to them and studied them before his eyes landed on Remy. "LeBeau."
"Wisdom."
"You two, like, know each other?" Kitty asked.
"Ya might say dat," Remy said.
"Kitty Pryde," the other man guessed his eyes sweeping quickly over the petite girl.
"Yes," she said looking taken aback.
"And you're Rogue," he said. The Goth nodded. The others noticed though that he barely even looked her over once, unlike what he had done with Kitty. "So that would make you Kurt Wagner."
"Ja," Kurt said. "And you are?"
"Pete Wisdom," Pete extended a hand and the two shook hands, "the witchdoctor sent Brian and me t' pick you up."
"Let's go," Kitty said grabbing her bags. Rogue and Kurt got theirs too. Remy came forward and took Rogue's bags in addition to his own duffle bag. Pete saw that Kitty was struggling with hers and rolled his eyes taking them from her.
"How do ve know who you are?" Kurt asked.
"I can attest to de fact dat he is Pete Wisdom," Remy said.
"Yeah, `cause we totally trust you," Rogue said. Pete snickered at Remy's expression while Rogue placed a hand over her mouth horrified. "Oh mah Gawd! Ah just sounded like Kitty."
"It's an improvement," the Valley girl said sticking her tongue out at the Goth. Pete led them out to the airfield. A man was standing beside a jet.
"This is Brian Braddock," Pete said.
"Hello," the man said shaking each of their hands. "Are all of you coming back with us?"
"No," Rogue said. "He just came with the bags, we're taking him back now."
"Remy needs a place ta stay," Remy said. "Pete?"
"We're not on the mainland, mate," he said. "We're on an island. Lots of fresh air." He looked disgusted at the thought. "But I try t' go to the London once a week."
"Great, Remy can complete his mission and spend time wit' ma cherie."
"Ah am not and will never be yours!" Rogue exclaimed.
"Lost yer touch?" Pete asked smirking.
"We leaving now?" a woman asked getting out.
"If everyone wants to."
"I'm hungry," Kurt said.
"You're always hungry," Kitty said rolling her eyes.
"I know a good pub `at's real close," Pete said.
"Why does that not surprise me?" Brian asked rolling his eyes. He helped them put their bags in the plane. "You guys want to go to whatever dive Wisdom calls home?"
"Ja," Kurt said.
"I guess that means we, like, have to," Kitty sighed. The group walked to a small pub.
"This is not a dive," Pete said to Brian as he led them inside. They sat down at a table. Kurt sat on the far end, Betsy after him, Kitty next to Betsy, and Pete beside her. Brian sat across from Kurt with Rogue next to him and Remy beside her. Pete ordered a bottle of scotch causing a few looks from Brian and Betsy. It was when he lit up a cigarette, after they ate, though that the proverbial shit hit the fan.
"Do you have to, like, do that when I'm sitting here?" Kitty demanded scrunching her nose up in obvious distaste.
He looked at her and raised his eyebrow before taking a deep drag off of the cigarette and letting it out slowly. "Yes."
"That is so totally rude, and disgusting."
"Bite me."
"You're going to kill yourself with those!"
He smirked. "That is so sweet. You're worried about me."
"As if!" He merely raised an eyebrow still looking at Kitty. "If you, like, want to kill yourself go ahead."
"Dear lord," he said his eyes going wide, "she's a Valley Girl. God truly does `ate me." Rogue tried to hide a snicker but Betsy, Remy and Brian had no such qualms and burst into laughter. Kurt merely smiled.
"You- you-" Kitty sputtered.
"Keep tryin' and you might come up with somethin'."
"Jerk!"
"`Ere ya go! Very good, a little clichéd but I'm proud." Throughout this exchange they were leaning closer and their mouths were now inches apart. Kitty, once realizing this, leapt back flushing hotly. Pete's grin merely widened at her reaction as he sat up straighter.
"T'ree weeks," Remy whispered to Rogue.
"What are ya talkin' about?" Rogue asked.
"In t'ree weeks dey either kill each other or... do somethin' else ta get rid of dis tension dey have buildin'," he said softly.
Betsy overheard this and laughed. "Two," she said smiling.
"What are you two talking about?" Kitty asked.
"Nothing," they said together causing the brunette's eyes to narrow. Pete also hadn't missed the exchange and looked at Remy raising an eyebrow. The Cajun simply smiled but didn't say anything.
"Right," Kitty said. A few minutes later they were on their way, thirty minutes later they had landed on Muir Island.
"`Ome sweet `ome," Pete said as he grabbed Kitty's bags.
"I can, like, take those myself," Kitty said after trying to wrestle the bags from him. He merely stepped away.
"Try to do the bird a favor!" he exclaimed rolling his eyes. He dropped the bags once inside and walked into the living room. Rahne ran in and hugged Kitty first before hugging Rogue, then Kurt.
"A've missed you guys sae much!" she exclaimed. Moira came in. "Guys, this is Moira McTaggart."
"AKA, the witchdoctor o' Muir Island," Pete said blandly.
"Shut yer mouth, sassenach!" Moira said.
"They're like this all the time," Betsy told them with a smile.
Brian grinned at that before speaking. "Actually, they're being nice," Brian said. "May I show everyone to their rooms?" Everyone gathered their things and followed Brian up the stairs. "Rogue, Kitty your room is right here, incidentally, it's across from Pete's."
"Great," Kitty said rolling her eyes.
"Remy you'll be sharing a room with Kurt," Brian said as they left the girls in their new room.
"Was?" Kurt asked his eyes widening slightly.
"You've got ta be jokin'," Remy said.
Brian merely smirked. "Sorry, boys." With that he left them to unpack.
~*~
Author's Note- Again, please tell me who you want the other three to be with.