The X-Men Family - Part 48 (X-Men: Evolution)
WARNING: Although it uses the X-Men: Evolution characters, THIS IS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!! In this world, same-sex relationships are accepted without prejudice because everyone is bisexual. Also, corporal punishment is common here as part of loving family discipline. If either of these facts about our AU bothers you, DO NOT READ this fic and then complain about same-sex couples or spankings being part of it. It is loosely based on an RPG plotline that Michiru and I started playing in August 2001. If anything is canon here, it's probably an accident.
The X-Men Family
Part 48
By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)
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A series of rapid-fire knocks on the bedroom door made both Rogue and Remy smile. “Ah think he’s here,” Rogue said, and opened it. Pietro sped in, swinging her around in a circle.
“Good morning, beautiful!” he greeted.
“Good morning, yourself,” Remy replied cheerfully.
Rogue laughed and Pietro put his hands on his hips. “And what makes you think I was talking to _you_, you egotistical French playboy?!”
“Look who is talking about being de playboy!” Remy said. “I hear you were well-adored in school, and look what you have done here!”
“What do you mean?”
Remy walked over and put a hand against Pietro’s cheek. “You make both Rogue and me fall in love with you.”
Pietro was speechless. He looked at Rogue to see how she was taking it. She was smiling broadly.
“Pietro, relax,” she said. “You don’t have to hold back on my account. Ah love both of you.” She went over and put an arm around both boys. “Ah think Remy’s brilliant and this idea could work. No, it _will_ work, if we all want it. And Ah
want it.”
“So do I,” Remy said.
“So do I,” Pietro told them, grinning.
“All right!” Rogue cheered and the three of them shared a group bear hug.
“Now the question is – do we try to hide this from the others?” Remy said, looking at the other two. “I do not care one way or the other. You two have the friends and family to deal with.”
“They’re your family now too, Cajun,” Rogue told him.
He nodded. “Perhaps, but if they get angry with me, it is not the same. I don’t know them that well.”
“They’re mad at me all the time anyway.” Pietro chuckled. “Might as well be for something interesting! I say we don’t hide a thing.”
Rogue nudged him. “You just want to see the fireworks, troublemaker!”
“Of course!” He grinned at her. “Don’t you?”
“Not yet,” she said. “Ah don’t want them getting any ideas about sending Remy away to the Massachusetts Institute or nothing.”
Pietro’s grin faded. “You think they would?”
“Ah don’t know,” she admitted. “But Ah don’t think we should take any chances just yet.”
“Maybe you’re right,” he agreed quietly.
“They already know we’re friends,” Rogue said. “They can just keep thinking that a little longer without knowing about the rest of it.”
Remy kissed Pietro on the cheek and Rogue on the hand. “Then it will be our secret, mon cheres.”
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“Here, Professor,” Scott said as he walked into the dining room and over to the man at the head of the table. “These are the receipts from Remy’s shopping trip last night.”
“Thank you, Scott,” the Professor said, accepting them.
“Hey Todd, good to see you at the table,” Scott remarked as he sat down.
“Yeah, good for me, too, yo!” Todd said. “I miss everything being in the infirmary!”
“It’s great to have you back,” Lance told him. “Pietro will be surprised if he ever
gets down here.”
“Kinda weird, he’s usually so fast arriving everywhere!” Todd laughed.
Kurt appeared in his seat and took a wary look around. “Guten tag,” he said, then smiled. “Hey Todd, you’re up already?”
“Yep! Can’t keep a good toad down, yo.”
“So when do you want to schedule our first fight for?” Kurt asked mischievously.
Todd put a hand over his bandage. “I’ll get back to you on that one, Fuzzball,” he said ruefully.
Jean walked in and glanced in Kurt’s direction just as he looked up. Their eyes
met and Kurt gave her a tentative smile. Jean looked away, taking her seat. “Good morning, everyone.”
“Jean, did you happen to see Rogue, Remy, and Pietro up there?” Mystique asked.
“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t.”
“Hmm, I hope everything’s okay,” Logan muttered.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Hank asked him.
“The boys are competing for Rogue,” Logan admitted, folding his arms. “Pietro was going to confront Remy about it, and I caught them about to get into it in the middle of the night. I broke it up, but they might be finishing things now.”
Mystique looked alarmed. “Maybe we should go check on them! They might be coming to blows!”
“No need for that, Mystique,” Professor Xavier said. “They’re on their way.”
A moment later, Rogue walked in with the two boys following. “Sorry we’re late,” she said.
Everyone watched Pietro and Remy closely as they took their seats. Pietro noticed the sudden silence and attention. “”What?!” he demanded.
“Nothing,” Logan said, giving the others a significant look so they wouldn’t contradict him.
“Well,” the Professor said, “Remy, after breakfast I’d like you to come with me so we may begin your academic level testing.”
“Oui, Professor,” Remy agreed.
“And don’t forget to come straight home after school, everyone, for Remy’s first training session.”
“We will,” Scott assured him.
The phone rang.
“Don’t people have any respect for the breakfast hour?” Hank remarked.
“I’ll get it.” Mystique stood up and went to the phone. “Hello, Xavier Institute,” she said into the receiver. “Duncan? Yes, this is Principal Darkholme.”
Both Kurt and Jean looked up, then Jean turned back to her breakfast. Scott gazed at her in concern.
“I’ll put Jean on this time, Duncan, but in the future please don’t call during breakfast.” Mystique paused to listen and a strange look crossed her face. “What was that?” She looked toward her son. “You want to talk to _Kurt_?”
Everyone stopped and stared except for Jean. Kurt seemed to sink into his chair, avoiding all eyes.
“Kurt.” His mother was holding out the receiver. He got up and went over to take it, turning away from his audience. Mystique went back to her seat, but watched him curiously.
“Hello?” Kurt said softly.
“Kurt?” Duncan’s deep, confident voice was clear and searching. “I can hardly hear you.”
Kurt cleared his throat and raised his voice. “Sorry,” he said. “What can I do for you?”
Duncan chuckled. “Well, I thought maybe I could do something for you, like give you a ride to school in something other than Summers’ bucket of bolts.”
Kurt glanced over his shoulder at Jean. She was watching him out of the corner of her eye and pretending not to. “I’m not sure why you’re asking _me_,” Kurt told Duncan.
“Because I want to spend some time with you,” Duncan said, then paused. “Didn’t Jean tell you? We broke up last night.”
Kurt swallowed. It all made sense suddenly. Jean’s mood with him and how she’d used her power on him – Duncan was interested in him and must have told her so. His heart began to pound. I should say no, he thought. I should turn him down until I know things are all right between Jean and I. Until she gives her blessing.
“Okay,” he said.
“Great! I’ll be there in about half an hour, okay? See ya!”
“Bye.” Kurt hung up and returned to his seat. He picked up his fork.
After a couple of beats of silence, Rogue exclaimed, “WELL?!”
“He’s driving me to school,” Kurt said with a tone of finality that clearly stated he wanted no further questioning.
“I thought Duncan was _your_ boyfriend,” Lance said to Jean, puzzled.
“We broke up,” she said curtly.
“Oh,” Lance replied and looked at Kitty, who shrugged, her expression as confused as his.
Logan looked like he could have spoken volumes if given the chance, but Mystique touched his arm and shook her head slightly.
Todd grinned over at Scott. “See what I meant before?” If I’d stayed in the infirmary, I’d have missed all this!”
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End of part 48
X-Men belongs to Marvel.
(2001)
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