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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 15, 2003 8:01:39 GMT -4
Christine smiled at him and sat down slowly in her chair in the back - silently dreading Kurt's reaction should he have heard her. She could imagine it would be worse with him but prayed it wouldn't. Overprotective fathers were one thing - overprotective friends who happened to be boys were another.
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Post by Gambit on Oct 15, 2003 13:13:43 GMT -4
Gambit hadn't known what to expect from Kurt as he passed toward the back of the plane. A curt nod was his only acknowledgement. Turning in his seat, Remy watched the fuzzy blue mutant disappear into the back room, where he thought he caught a glimpse of auburn and white hair.
So dat's where she be hidin'.
Suddenly the confrontation between Logan and Christine broke through his thoughts. He held his tongue, knowing that saying that he'd stay behind before he left Chris do the same, would not help the situation.
Well, it was fun while it lasted. Now we be back ta de doom an' gloom, Gambit thought, settling down in his seat. Turning just his head, he took another look at the closed back door.
I guess it be a family t'ing. I wish we had time ta talk... he thought, before shaking his head. Putting his shades in his pocket, he rubbed his eyes.
Non, homme, dat not be a good idea. Dere be time later. Your head already screwed up enough! You don' need someone ta get hurt, cause you couldn't get your feelins in check. Focus on de mission first, and de femme later.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 15, 2003 13:18:37 GMT -4
Christine leaned back in her chair, silently daring an X-Men to voice their opinion like Logan. It was her decision - her life meant nothing if her team was hurt.
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Post by Magneto on Oct 15, 2003 14:35:35 GMT -4
Wolverine
Going back up to the cockpit to wait for Kurt to return, Logan opened a panel next to his seat and pulled out his cd walkman. He flipped through his music selection and decided on Johnny Winter, putting it in the walkman and cranking it up to deafening volumes.
As the heavy guitar blues shook his brain, he felt himself unwinding a little, and even felt he could relate to the first lyric he heard. "Serves me right to suffer." He repeated the phrase with a growl under his breath.
Lucky for him he had regenerative powers. The music was loud enough to all but destroy his eardrums.
I'm just gonna hafta keep a close eye on that girl. He thought to himself as they soared toward their destination. Serves me right to suffer.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 15, 2003 15:08:31 GMT -4
"Remy? Was it wrong for me to say that?" she asked quietly, looking at the other mutant. "I can't help but feel that I hurt him somehow."
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Post by Gambit on Oct 15, 2003 15:14:55 GMT -4
Startled from his thoughts, Remy looked over at Christine.
"De only reason it hurt him, Petite, is cause he cares. He spose ta be de adult on dis mission, an' he feels dat if anyone be left behind, den it should be him," he replied softely, giving her a small smile.
"Now me? I ain't plannin' on anyone bein' left behind, so I don' even know why we discussin' it. It jus' not an option," he finished, trying to sound confident. As much as he'd try to deny it, and pretend to be the cold-hearted Acolyte he was suppose to be, if it came down to it, he wouldn't run. He'd give his life if it meant saving another.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 15, 2003 15:17:55 GMT -4
Christine gave him a tired smile. "I know, I don't want that to happen either - but, I'm leader... and I have to be willing to make that call - regardless..." She closed her eyes tightly and tried to keep tears from forming.
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Post by Gambit on Oct 15, 2003 15:28:52 GMT -4
"You can make dat call all you want, petite, but it ain't gonna be so easy ta enforce it. Most o' us here care a great deal 'bout you, an' dey ain't gonna let you go down, wit'out tryin' ta help ya. I know I won't," he whispered the last part, looking away from her face.
A memory flashed in his mind, something very painful from his past. Closing his eyes, he tried to push the image away, but the face still haunted him.
Never again...
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 15, 2003 15:32:05 GMT -4
Christine blushed shyly at his comment, before laughing softly. "I can just see Rogue and Kurt hearing that, and misinterperting it, and then we'd both have to explain what you meant." She looked worn out but still tried to remain semi-cheerful.
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Post by Gambit on Oct 15, 2003 15:41:41 GMT -4
Still a little shooken up from his memory, Remy almost missed Christine's reply.
Attempting to hide the haunted look from his eyes, he turned back to her, and gave her a lopsided grin.
"De only way we'd have ta explain it, would be if dey were de jealous type. Who knows? It could be jus' what Kurt needs ta admit what we all know he feels. If he t'ought he might be losin' you, den..." he trailed off, letting Christine finish the last part of the sentence in her mind.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 15, 2003 15:44:17 GMT -4
Christine's cheeks turned a vivid crimson. "All he's done is let me curl up against him and he put his arm around my shoulders, that's it." She continued to blush as she thought about what Kurt would do...
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Post by Gambit on Oct 15, 2003 15:54:29 GMT -4
"Ok, I spent a total o', what, two minutes 'round de two o' you? An' I picked up on it. You can't tell me you don' see it!" Remy exclaimed, delighting in the fact that he had caused her to blush.
Dis femme be too easy ta get a rise outta...
Remy rested his arms on the back of the seat in front of him, so he could more easily view the blushing mutant.
"Besides, sometimes it be de little t'ings dat count, petite."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 15, 2003 15:57:33 GMT -4
Christine was still blushing. "I hope you know you're shoving my mind into directions I don't want it to be shoved in," she said, protesting. "Besides, he's never said anything about us..." She smiled wistfully. "I did enjoy being curled up against him, it felt... right."
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Post by Gambit on Oct 15, 2003 16:06:05 GMT -4
"Jus' go wit' it, petite! No matter what your mere tol' you, de gutter not always be a bad place," Remy joked, his trademark smirk in place.
"Jus' cause he never said not'in', don' mean he don' feel it. Wit' all dat's goin' on, dere hasn't really been time fo' heart ta hearts," he said, a faraway look in his eyes.
Don' I know it...
Sparing a glance at the door to the back room, he quickly turned back to the front, resting his chin on his folded arms.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Oct 15, 2003 16:13:21 GMT -4
"Point," she said softly, before laughing softly. "Of course, if we both survive this, the first thing I'm doing is letting him know *exactly* how I feel." Oh, yes, she was going to let him know - without a doubt. She knew how she felt and only hoped he felt the same.
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