Matchmaker, Matchmaker
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
5,950
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11
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I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Colors
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
A/N: I'd just like to thank all those who left reviews for Ch 1.
ApriL- Yeah, I'm evil like that. Don't worry. though, they get to finish where they left off.....eventually. ^_^
Spazz- Yes, tickling is an accepted form of encouragement.....i.e. Here ya go!
anonymous fan- Sorry about that. I got stuck in the middle of this chapter and just figured out how to end it.
To all others: Please enjoy, and remember, 'feedback is the fruit of life' -so quoth the Macelf.
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Chapter 2: Colors
By dinnertime Jean, Rogue, and Scott had fixed his homework problem while agreeing that no one would ever know about Scott walking in on the girls’ ‘intimate moment’. All of their blushes had faded, leaving little evidence that anything happened save for Scott occasionally scratching at his eyes as if attempting to claw them out.
The dinner scene was its usual havoc as thudenudents all argued over seats, and Scott was smiling brightly across the table from Jean and Rogue (who had given him teasing material to last for quite some time). Then Remy picked up Jamie who had taken the seat to the left of Scott and moved the boy out of the way so he could sit down, and Scott stopped breathing. Remy didn’t seem to notice the effect he was having on the young man next to him, but Rogue delivered a swift kick to Scott’s shins after watching his face gople.ple. Taking a deep breath, Scott glared at Rogue (not that you could tell) and forced his face to return to a normal shade of pink until Remy leaned across him to reach the mashed potatoes. As Remy’s arm brushed against Scott’s, Scott inhaled sharply catching Remy’s attention.
“Sometin’ wrong, cher?” Remy asked softly, his right brow slightly raised. Scott shook his head stiffly, releasing his breath in a slow hiss. Scott heard a giggle and glanced across the table at Jean, who seemed to be having some breathing troubles of her own. Dinner continued on in this manner- Remy brushing against Scott, Scott blushing colors not found in a rainbow, and Jean and Rogue taking turns holding back bouts of hysterical laughter. Half-way through, Scott excused himself and rushed off in the direction of the bathroom. Anyone at the table who had been paying attention burst out laughing as soon they heard ththrothroom door slam shut. Remy looked around with the most innocent expression he was capable of. “Que?” he asked in confusion then shrugged and went back to eating, but Jean and Rogue could easily make out the sly grin he attempted to hide.
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An hour later, Jean was finishing the homework Rogue had ‘interrupted’ when someone knocked at her door.
“Come in!” she said and looked to see Scott enter and close the door behind him. He had an almost furious look on his face, and he paced around her bed for a few minutes before sitting down.
“Jean, I…I mean, did you…” He growled in frustration. “How could you tell him about me?!” he almost sho. Je. Jean was taken aback for a moment until she received Scott’s projected memories of dinnertime.
“Oh. In truth, Scott, as much as I’d like to take the credit for this, I never told him a thing. And no-” she said when his mouth opened “-I don’t think Rogue told him anything, either.”
“Then how did he know?!” Scott said, bolting upright. “And if he doesn’t know, then what was that, that…”
“Flirting?” Jean supplied with a smile.
“Whatever it was at dinner?!” Scott started pacing again, and Jean chuckled and returned to her homework while he contemplated this new development. Looking down at her history homework, Jean stopped suddenly as something occurred to her. This was the notebook she was carrying when she went to give Rogue the note about Scott’s scene in the hallway. But she never gave the note to Rogue, so where was it? Then it clicked. Remy stopping her at the door, asking about the love letter, then grabbing her shoulder before she could slip into the bathroom. Remy, the Prince of Thieves, had nicked the note without her realizing it. Her eyes bulged, her face went red, and she silently wished Scott would gok tok to his own room to figure things out.
“Jean, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
*Damn.* Turning to see Scott standing right next to her, she smiled uneasily and chuckled sickly.
“Well, Scott, y’see,” Jean started and explained about the note and her suspicions. The more she said, the redder Scott went. When she finished, a yell was heard throughout the mansion.
“YOU DID WHAT?!!”
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There was a tangible tension permeating the mansion the next morning as different students avoided certain other students. Jean had an unfair advantage as she could sense someone’s presence before they entered a room, namely that of Scott who seemed more than willing to maim her at the slightest provocation. Scott, on the other hand, was doing his damnedest to keep out of sight of Remy. While the dinnertime flirting had been a pleasant (if torturous) experience, poor Scott was terrified that Remy had just been messing with his head after having read Jean’s ‘misplaced’ note. This fun little game of cat-&-mouse-&-queer lasted into the afternoon and had two very important effects: Rogue growling as she chased her girlfriend around the house in an attempt to have some private time, and Remy standing outside the front door, burning cigarette in hand, figuring Scott would eventually decide to leave the building in his hunt for the pct hct hiding spot. Around three in the afternoon, Rogue had had enough.
“Scott Summers, give me one good reason not to make you a permanent part of this wall,” Rogue ground out having cornered Scott in the back of the mansion’s library. Scott gulped in fear.
“Uh…She started it?” Wrong answer.
“’She started it’?! ‘SHE STARTED-’ Now look here, ya overgrown girlscout wannabe, the only thang Jean’s done wrong so far is trying her best NOT ta interfere in you and Remy’s li’l dance!” Rogue snapped. “But me, I ain’t got no problem with runnin’ interference, so listen up and listen good: Remington Lebeau has been my best friend since he pulled me outta a runnin’ river when I was 7 years old while mah good-fer-nuthin’ Mama was busy elsewhere. He was, is, and foreva will be the only BOY I’ve eva loved.” Realizing she’d said that a bit too loud, Rogue forced herself to calm down before leaning in dangerously close to Scott’s face. “I know Remy inside-out n’ sideways, and I have neva- NEVA -seen him touch someone he was flirtin’ with; not since he tried ta grope me and woke up in a hospital. An’ I sure as hell ain’t neva seen him cry over a damn boy!” Rogue was seething at this point, but she paused a moment to let all of what she said sink in properly. Scott had an odd look on his face, like a mixture of absolute terror and incurable curiosity. Sadly, curiosity won out.
“His name is Remington?” Scott asked as the new information took its sweet time registering in his mind. Rogue was about to bitch-slap him when his eyebrows shot up. “He cried over me?!”
*Finally,* Rogue thought, releasing a long pent-up sigh. “Yes, Scott, he cried over you. He didn’t bawl or any o’ that wussy shit you’d do, but he sat on the back steps not too long ago and cried. I know- I was sitting next to him, choking on cigarette smoke while he let his tears streak down his face. Seems Lance cornered him in a hallway after hearing one o’ th’ newbies talking about your crush and decided to take it upon himself to inform Rem that you were personal property of Lance Alvers, and anyone who thought different was gonna get a quick and violent wakeup call.” Scott’s brow furrowed, and he was about to say something when Rogue locked eyes with him and spoke in a terrifyingly quiet voice. “I can’t tell ya if he loves ya, Scott, but I can say that I’ve never seen him act the way he acts around you. So, what’re ya gonna do now?”
“Whatever you tell me to,” Scott replied automatically, his thoughts still swirling over this discovery. Rogue smiled.
“Good boy. Now, you’re gonna go outside and think over all o’ this. Front yard, back yard, I don’t give a damn, though you should know that Bobby’s playing his own version of freeze tag with anyone who walks out the back door. OK?” She waited for him to nod then smiled and started to walk away. “I’ma go find my girlfriend and trap her in a room with a scarf. If she starts to panic cuz’ she senses you ANYWHERE inside the mansion, I will personally drop yer ass, got it?” Again, Scott nodded, but she was already heading out the library. Scott stood there for a moment before a voice rang out. “Ya ain’t outside yet!” Jumping back to reality, Scott made his way swiftly to the front door (after deciding that he really didn’t feel like defrosting his underwear right now).
Outside the front door, Scott plopped himself down on the top step with armsarms across his knees, his eyes closing as he dropped his head to rest on them. He was feeling so many emotions at the same time that he was having difficulty sorting them all out. There was excitement and happiness from finding out Remy shared his feelings, anger at Lance for being such a pigheaded jerk, and guilt over knowing that Remy had cried over him- him, of all people! With all of this occupying his mind, he didn’t hear so much as smell someone standing behind him. The acrid scent of cigarette smoke made him want to gag, but a hand landing on his shoulder distracted him from that. Without looking up, he acknowledged the person’s presence and felt as the person sat down beside him.
“So, y’ really like de colors o’ Remy’s eyes, eh, cher?” Scott could hear the smirk in Remy’s voice and couldn’t help smiling himself.
“Yeah,” he said with his head still down, “whenever I can see them through that cloud of smoke, of course.” Remy chuckled. Scott suddenly stiffened as he felt Remy’s hand run from his shoulder through his hair to his other shoulder, his arm laying against Scott’s back. Remy didn’t move or say anything then, obviously giving Scott time to adjust, and Scott soon found himself leaning into the embrace. Remy smiled and flicked away his cigarette.
“If it really bot’er you dat much, cher, then Remy quit here an’ now,” he stated firmly, making Scott laugh. After that, the two sat in silence for the rest of the afternoon, watching the setting sun create a rainbow that spread across the heavens.
“Such beautiful colors,” Scott mumbled, and Remy nodded.
“Scott?”
“Yeah?”
“Would ya’ mebbe go to de movies wit’ me tonight?”
“I’d love to….but on one condition.”
“Wha’s dat, cher?”
“Don’t wear your contacts, OK?”
“…..Sure, cher. I can do dat.”
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I have plans to continue this, but not until I receive some more reviews. I'm in need of a good ego-boost. *smirk*
A/N: I'd just like to thank all those who left reviews for Ch 1.
ApriL- Yeah, I'm evil like that. Don't worry. though, they get to finish where they left off.....eventually. ^_^
Spazz- Yes, tickling is an accepted form of encouragement.....i.e. Here ya go!
anonymous fan- Sorry about that. I got stuck in the middle of this chapter and just figured out how to end it.
To all others: Please enjoy, and remember, 'feedback is the fruit of life' -so quoth the Macelf.
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Chapter 2: Colors
By dinnertime Jean, Rogue, and Scott had fixed his homework problem while agreeing that no one would ever know about Scott walking in on the girls’ ‘intimate moment’. All of their blushes had faded, leaving little evidence that anything happened save for Scott occasionally scratching at his eyes as if attempting to claw them out.
The dinner scene was its usual havoc as thudenudents all argued over seats, and Scott was smiling brightly across the table from Jean and Rogue (who had given him teasing material to last for quite some time). Then Remy picked up Jamie who had taken the seat to the left of Scott and moved the boy out of the way so he could sit down, and Scott stopped breathing. Remy didn’t seem to notice the effect he was having on the young man next to him, but Rogue delivered a swift kick to Scott’s shins after watching his face gople.ple. Taking a deep breath, Scott glared at Rogue (not that you could tell) and forced his face to return to a normal shade of pink until Remy leaned across him to reach the mashed potatoes. As Remy’s arm brushed against Scott’s, Scott inhaled sharply catching Remy’s attention.
“Sometin’ wrong, cher?” Remy asked softly, his right brow slightly raised. Scott shook his head stiffly, releasing his breath in a slow hiss. Scott heard a giggle and glanced across the table at Jean, who seemed to be having some breathing troubles of her own. Dinner continued on in this manner- Remy brushing against Scott, Scott blushing colors not found in a rainbow, and Jean and Rogue taking turns holding back bouts of hysterical laughter. Half-way through, Scott excused himself and rushed off in the direction of the bathroom. Anyone at the table who had been paying attention burst out laughing as soon they heard ththrothroom door slam shut. Remy looked around with the most innocent expression he was capable of. “Que?” he asked in confusion then shrugged and went back to eating, but Jean and Rogue could easily make out the sly grin he attempted to hide.
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An hour later, Jean was finishing the homework Rogue had ‘interrupted’ when someone knocked at her door.
“Come in!” she said and looked to see Scott enter and close the door behind him. He had an almost furious look on his face, and he paced around her bed for a few minutes before sitting down.
“Jean, I…I mean, did you…” He growled in frustration. “How could you tell him about me?!” he almost sho. Je. Jean was taken aback for a moment until she received Scott’s projected memories of dinnertime.
“Oh. In truth, Scott, as much as I’d like to take the credit for this, I never told him a thing. And no-” she said when his mouth opened “-I don’t think Rogue told him anything, either.”
“Then how did he know?!” Scott said, bolting upright. “And if he doesn’t know, then what was that, that…”
“Flirting?” Jean supplied with a smile.
“Whatever it was at dinner?!” Scott started pacing again, and Jean chuckled and returned to her homework while he contemplated this new development. Looking down at her history homework, Jean stopped suddenly as something occurred to her. This was the notebook she was carrying when she went to give Rogue the note about Scott’s scene in the hallway. But she never gave the note to Rogue, so where was it? Then it clicked. Remy stopping her at the door, asking about the love letter, then grabbing her shoulder before she could slip into the bathroom. Remy, the Prince of Thieves, had nicked the note without her realizing it. Her eyes bulged, her face went red, and she silently wished Scott would gok tok to his own room to figure things out.
“Jean, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
*Damn.* Turning to see Scott standing right next to her, she smiled uneasily and chuckled sickly.
“Well, Scott, y’see,” Jean started and explained about the note and her suspicions. The more she said, the redder Scott went. When she finished, a yell was heard throughout the mansion.
“YOU DID WHAT?!!”
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There was a tangible tension permeating the mansion the next morning as different students avoided certain other students. Jean had an unfair advantage as she could sense someone’s presence before they entered a room, namely that of Scott who seemed more than willing to maim her at the slightest provocation. Scott, on the other hand, was doing his damnedest to keep out of sight of Remy. While the dinnertime flirting had been a pleasant (if torturous) experience, poor Scott was terrified that Remy had just been messing with his head after having read Jean’s ‘misplaced’ note. This fun little game of cat-&-mouse-&-queer lasted into the afternoon and had two very important effects: Rogue growling as she chased her girlfriend around the house in an attempt to have some private time, and Remy standing outside the front door, burning cigarette in hand, figuring Scott would eventually decide to leave the building in his hunt for the pct hct hiding spot. Around three in the afternoon, Rogue had had enough.
“Scott Summers, give me one good reason not to make you a permanent part of this wall,” Rogue ground out having cornered Scott in the back of the mansion’s library. Scott gulped in fear.
“Uh…She started it?” Wrong answer.
“’She started it’?! ‘SHE STARTED-’ Now look here, ya overgrown girlscout wannabe, the only thang Jean’s done wrong so far is trying her best NOT ta interfere in you and Remy’s li’l dance!” Rogue snapped. “But me, I ain’t got no problem with runnin’ interference, so listen up and listen good: Remington Lebeau has been my best friend since he pulled me outta a runnin’ river when I was 7 years old while mah good-fer-nuthin’ Mama was busy elsewhere. He was, is, and foreva will be the only BOY I’ve eva loved.” Realizing she’d said that a bit too loud, Rogue forced herself to calm down before leaning in dangerously close to Scott’s face. “I know Remy inside-out n’ sideways, and I have neva- NEVA -seen him touch someone he was flirtin’ with; not since he tried ta grope me and woke up in a hospital. An’ I sure as hell ain’t neva seen him cry over a damn boy!” Rogue was seething at this point, but she paused a moment to let all of what she said sink in properly. Scott had an odd look on his face, like a mixture of absolute terror and incurable curiosity. Sadly, curiosity won out.
“His name is Remington?” Scott asked as the new information took its sweet time registering in his mind. Rogue was about to bitch-slap him when his eyebrows shot up. “He cried over me?!”
*Finally,* Rogue thought, releasing a long pent-up sigh. “Yes, Scott, he cried over you. He didn’t bawl or any o’ that wussy shit you’d do, but he sat on the back steps not too long ago and cried. I know- I was sitting next to him, choking on cigarette smoke while he let his tears streak down his face. Seems Lance cornered him in a hallway after hearing one o’ th’ newbies talking about your crush and decided to take it upon himself to inform Rem that you were personal property of Lance Alvers, and anyone who thought different was gonna get a quick and violent wakeup call.” Scott’s brow furrowed, and he was about to say something when Rogue locked eyes with him and spoke in a terrifyingly quiet voice. “I can’t tell ya if he loves ya, Scott, but I can say that I’ve never seen him act the way he acts around you. So, what’re ya gonna do now?”
“Whatever you tell me to,” Scott replied automatically, his thoughts still swirling over this discovery. Rogue smiled.
“Good boy. Now, you’re gonna go outside and think over all o’ this. Front yard, back yard, I don’t give a damn, though you should know that Bobby’s playing his own version of freeze tag with anyone who walks out the back door. OK?” She waited for him to nod then smiled and started to walk away. “I’ma go find my girlfriend and trap her in a room with a scarf. If she starts to panic cuz’ she senses you ANYWHERE inside the mansion, I will personally drop yer ass, got it?” Again, Scott nodded, but she was already heading out the library. Scott stood there for a moment before a voice rang out. “Ya ain’t outside yet!” Jumping back to reality, Scott made his way swiftly to the front door (after deciding that he really didn’t feel like defrosting his underwear right now).
Outside the front door, Scott plopped himself down on the top step with armsarms across his knees, his eyes closing as he dropped his head to rest on them. He was feeling so many emotions at the same time that he was having difficulty sorting them all out. There was excitement and happiness from finding out Remy shared his feelings, anger at Lance for being such a pigheaded jerk, and guilt over knowing that Remy had cried over him- him, of all people! With all of this occupying his mind, he didn’t hear so much as smell someone standing behind him. The acrid scent of cigarette smoke made him want to gag, but a hand landing on his shoulder distracted him from that. Without looking up, he acknowledged the person’s presence and felt as the person sat down beside him.
“So, y’ really like de colors o’ Remy’s eyes, eh, cher?” Scott could hear the smirk in Remy’s voice and couldn’t help smiling himself.
“Yeah,” he said with his head still down, “whenever I can see them through that cloud of smoke, of course.” Remy chuckled. Scott suddenly stiffened as he felt Remy’s hand run from his shoulder through his hair to his other shoulder, his arm laying against Scott’s back. Remy didn’t move or say anything then, obviously giving Scott time to adjust, and Scott soon found himself leaning into the embrace. Remy smiled and flicked away his cigarette.
“If it really bot’er you dat much, cher, then Remy quit here an’ now,” he stated firmly, making Scott laugh. After that, the two sat in silence for the rest of the afternoon, watching the setting sun create a rainbow that spread across the heavens.
“Such beautiful colors,” Scott mumbled, and Remy nodded.
“Scott?”
“Yeah?”
“Would ya’ mebbe go to de movies wit’ me tonight?”
“I’d love to….but on one condition.”
“Wha’s dat, cher?”
“Don’t wear your contacts, OK?”
“…..Sure, cher. I can do dat.”
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I have plans to continue this, but not until I receive some more reviews. I'm in need of a good ego-boost. *smirk*