Disclaimer: Kyle Stone is mine,
the rest is Marvel's.
It's amazing how much silliness that I can turn out while
trying to avoid working on a story that I should be working
on < g >.
The couple sat in Kyle Stone's office, in uncomfortable chairs
placed before the man's desk. Seeing as they were staring
deep into the other's eyes, they barely noticed their surrounding,
or the fact that the owner of the office had arrived.
"Ahem!" Kyle said loudly, wincing at the sickening
feeling of love permeating his office. He dropped down into
his chair and put on his best disapproving look as he faced
the two lovebirds.
"Mr. Stone," the woman nodded politely.
"Rogue," Kyle said, returning her nod. "Gambit.
What are you two doing here?"
Gambit grinned and wrapped his arm around Rogue's shoulder.
His grin was enough to make Kyle ill. "We want a marriage
"What?!" Kyle wheezed.
"We're getting married!" Rogue exclaimed, her grin
mirroring Gambit's in intensity. "After all these years,
we're finally getting married!"
"I'm afraid I can't allow that!" Kyle said sternly,
and winced slightly as Rogue shot him a deadly glare. 'Why
do I always get stuck with the violent ones?'
"And why not!?" Gambit snarled angrily.
"Accent," Kyle reminded them absently. "The
rules won't allow it."
Gambit glared. "Nothing is going to stop us from getting
married!" he exclaimed, placing emphasis on the 'th'.
"You know that there are certain conditions which must
be met before a marriage is allowed."
"We've angsted," Rogue growled, "about my
power, his past, Joseph, and just about everything else imaginable.
I even left him to freeze to death! What more 'exciting' adventures
do we need before we're allowed to be happy!"
Kyle cleared his throat nervously. "Well, the population
likes the both of you better as tortured, suffering loves."
"No they don't!" Gambit snapped irritably. "Everybody
hates us like this! They think that we're too angsty and don't
do anything to fix our problems. Believe me, they'll be happier
when we're married and aren't angsting any more."
"You're going to let us get married, or I won't hesitate
to crush every bone in your body!" Rogue hissed, her
hands waving in front of Kyle threateningly.
Kyle sighed. His bosses weren't going to be happy about this,
but he was more concerned about not having to be sent to the
hospital again. He was still in debt from the hospital bill
after that encounter with Storm.
"Fine, go ahead, get married. Just don't come complaining
to me when nobody likes you any more."
Rogue huffed indignantly and Gambit gave one last glare before
they headed out, marriage certificate in hand.
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