DISCLAIMER:Marvel's is Marvel's and mine
is non-existent, which is why I'm writing this, you know -- so's I
can use characters with clearly -- in some cases -- defined backgrounds
and histories and I don't have to make up that much on my own -- 'cept
for plot. That's enough to devise, don't you think? Oh, yeah, and
I ain't making a dime off of this.
WHAT IS THIS?: The continuation of my previous fic 'Flip Side',
for those you who managed not to figure it out yet.:)
FEEDBACK: Oh, hell yeah! *g*
DEDICATION: This part goes out to someone very special to me
-- wait. No, she's not. Special? Sheeyah. Hardly. But, hey -- she
has pull around these parts. Perhaps you know her? One of the Jayas
and especially skilled threatener? No, not Mitai -- KayJay. *g* I
happen to like Mitai, actually... *g*
You know I'm playing, KayJay. Right? Right..?
*blink* Um... What're you going to do with that wolfing? WHAT about
my earlobes..? Hey! I happen to LIKE them the way they are!
No! Stop! Ahh! ::Pebs flees for her life like a little -- [insert
On with the show...
The Flip Side
Pouring rain, waterfalls, puddles of all shapes and sizes, flowing
water spouts, broken fire hydrants spraying passersby in the streets,
sprinkler systems, aquatic displays and water parks, glass upon glasses
of water -- anything concerning H2O flitted through her mind, pulsing
and raging until it was all she thought she knew.
But, the single most image that splashed her dreamscape was a simple
toy -- one of those little things that could be found in a number
of novelty shops across the country of little boys or male cherubs
caught in the supposedly cute act of urinating.
There it stood before her, at first small enough to fit on a desk
-- then the size of a water fountain, and even larger still. Once
a small stream flowed -- then an effervescent horizontal geyser.
A particularly teasing horizontal geyser. Why that was, she
had no idea --
Until she awoke with harsh light forcing her to squint and one word
in her thoughts.
She had to go to the bathroom, and IMMEDIATELY -- more than she EVER
had to before, to her knowledge. Instinctively, she sat up without
a care for where she was, because -- to her knowledge -- she already
knew where she was -- or so she thought... In her bedroom where
she usually awoke. Even still, she sat up, swung her legs off the
Felt...something...somewhere it shouldn't be.
What is that? she wondered to herself.
She blinked to clear her eyes -- and saw that she was not in her
own room. That would have explained the harsh lighting -- no such
lighting was allowed in her own quarters. More than that, what qualified
as clothing that she felt against her skin was not of the sort she'd
have chosen on her own to wear -- or this she was positive.
What she wasn't quite sure of was where she was or why she was there.
She glanced around her -- found the medlab all around. She looked
down at herself --
Breath caught in her chest and throat as she gasped, crystal blue
eyes flying wide open.
"By the goddess!" she breathed -- but not in her own voice.
"What -- " There it was again, deep and rasping. Gaping,
she took a few seconds more to look upon herself without speaking.
She opened her hands and looked down at her palms -- masculine palms.
She flexed her own hands and those hands before her moved.
"Bright lady -- "
"Ah. You're awake."
She looked up at the voice, every ounce of her surprise unschooled
on her face. She saw a bouncing blue Beast not so bouncingly entering
from his office. "H-Henry?
He nodded, trying not to appear too amazed by what he saw
on Ororo's face -- the expression, that is... "Yes ... How do
you feel?" he asked.
She opened her mouth to speak -- stopped herself from making that
mistake again, and was then hit with something else.
She had to go to the bathroom. NOW.
Her surprise gave way to dismay and disconcertion.
She didn't know how to go to the restroom as anything other
than a woman.
What was she supposed to do?
"Ororo? What is the matter -- besides the obvious?"
Her gaze refocused upon Henry -- a male, the only one that
could help her. But could she ask him?
Or would she simply do nothing and --
She may not have had her body, but she still had her dignity
and she would NEVER live down the fact that she'd soiled herself simply
because she refused to ask for help. She knew what refusing to seek
aid could do to a person -- she'd experienced it more than once.
Today would not be one of those times.
She cleared her throat -- and was greeted to a decidedly manly sound.
Sighing, she closed her eyes briefly, then opened them. And then she
tried to speak.
"I..." She sighed again. How could she ask?
"Yes?" Henry took another step towards her, eyes concerned.
"Is there something I can get you?"
She nodded slowly.
"A drink of water, perhaps? Something to eat?"
She shook her head.
"What else -- some sort of medication, perhaps? An aspirin?"
She shook her head again, frustration apparent in every aspect of
her new features.
"I seem to be unable to think of anything else," he told
her as his eyes fell in contemplation of something else she might
want, then lifted again to hers. "Perhaps if you told
Ororo blinked. She shook her head.
"No?" Henry asked. "No, you aren't going to
She nodded in the affirmative, though with a bit of reluctance.
He blinked. "Ah. So, am I to understand that this will be a
game of charades, then?"
She just looked at him, brow furrowing. Then, she motioned to her
mouth. I dare not speak aloud.
"You...do not want to speak, is that it? Perhaps because of
your...new voice, yes?"
She nodded miserably.
"Ah. Well, if you cannot tell me, perhaps you can show
Her eyes went wide as she fervently shook her head, her mass of snow-white
hair thrown to and fro.
Henry started a bit at how dead-set she was against a demonstration,
which he would be ashamed to admit, piqued his curiosity. "Well.
Ah...is this something you would qualify as an emergency, perhaps?"
Ororo nodded in all her circumstance's urgency, suddenly a diffident
squirming mass on top of the medlab bed.
Henry arched an eyebrow, slowly nodding in comprehension. "You
have to go to the restroom -- that's it, isn't it?"
Ororo averted her eyes, nodding slightly in embarrassment.
Henry smirked as if he'd deduced the answer by plucking it from her
very thoughts. "Well, all you have to do is go, Ororo, really
-- " Then, he paused. "Wait." He blushed beneath his
fur. "You..." He looked at her again as if seeing her for
the first time, and it was almost as if he were. "I...I
realize now the, um, dilemma you face. Hmph." He scratched his
fuzzy chin. "You...require instruction." How could that
have escaped me? Perhaps it had something to do with the effeminate
gestures Ororo still displayed, and rather overtly, too...
Could this possibly get any worse? Ororo wondered.
"Uh...hey theyah, sugah."
Ororo paled, gulped, then slowly turned, eyes a bit too wide for
her own tastes. Standing in the doorway was Rogue, accompanied by
Why did I even ask? Flushing, Ororo turned away without answering,
heart thumping and hot shame washing over her.
Remy cleared his throat. "Uh...Rogue, she wan'ed ta see how
ya was doin'. T'ought I'd bring 'er by."
I wish you had not.
The Cajun man came further into the room, pulling Rogue by a gloved
hand. She skipped a step, nearly tripping -- she had been that distracted.
He turned and blinked at her, finding her blushing and dropping her
eyes as she brushed a strand of auburn hair behind her ear.
"Uh, ahem, sorry, Cajun." Her lips were turned up
a little, well, guiltily, he thought, but not an altogether
His eyes narrowed just so -- then he turned back to Ororo, then back
to Rogue, studying her for a brief moment. Then his own eyes widened,
though barely perceivably so.
Saints! Rogue, she was checkin' Stormy out!
Clearing his throat softly, he pretended he hadn't noticed, which
wasn't as easy as it could've -- or should've -- been. Turning
back to Ororo, he found her trembling a bit.
"Wha's wrong, chere?" he asked as he came closer. Ororo
did not move to respond. He looked to Henry McCoy of answer. "S'goin'
The furry azure doctor glanced at Rogue first, then drew his similarly
blue eyes back to Remy's red on black ones. "It...is a personal
matter, Remy," he answered evenly.
"Ah. Remy not 'posed ta know, eh?"
"Actually..?" He looked away from the Acadian to Ororo.
"You might be just what we need."
Remy's brow quirked up. "Oui?"
After coaxing Ororo out of the bed -- which required Henry to ask
Rogue to turn her back, though Ororo would never admit to that measure
being of her own request -- Remy led her to the bathroom. Moving once
more like a stumbling newborn out in the wild -- or so she felt --
she made her way to the restroom, with only Remy accompanying
her. As her best friend, Hank surmised it would be easier to face
with him rather than himself, even if he were her physician.
The younger man had been apprised of the situation via a succinct
whisper that Rogue wished she'd been a part of and might have gotten
a kick out of.
But she wasn't allowed in on it. Absolutely not.
Remy had blinked at Hank several times before a chuckle tried to
rise up his throat -- which he promptly stifled. Then, realizing the
severity of the situation, he sobered even further. This couldn't
be easy at all on Ororo and the least he could do was not laugh
-- or look too obviously aware of how much like a woman Ororo still
moved while in her male body.
At the juncture between the men's and ladies rooms, Ororo stood puzzled.
"Dis way," Remy told her, pushing open the door.
Ororo only blinked at him as if he were partially relieved of his
faculties. Surely she could not go in there.
Remy smiled. "S'okay, 'Ro. Nobody gone arrest ya if ya go in,
Ororo nearly glowered at him.
He resisted in making a joke about how she had all the equipment
that would grant her automatic entry now. "Ya comin'?" he
asked casually as he turned and went in, trying not to make as much
fuss about it, thereby soothing Ororo into a more expeditious compliance.
She stood there for a moment, contemplating. She really didn't want
to go in -- she'd had a whiff or two of a male restroom before and
for some reason, had the distinct impression that it was only by luck
alone that she hadn't been assaulted by -- and stumbling back from
-- the stench of urine already.
But, this was the mansion and part of the lab -- of course it would
be clean at all times. And more than that?
She really had to go!
Resolutely, she walked to the door and took a step in...and then
another. She found Remy waiting for her around the corner.
In front of a urinal.
"Dat's right," he told her. "C'mon in."
At least it was as clean as she'd thought it'd be...
She swallowed over a lump in throat before she took yet another step,
the tile cooling the bottom of her feet as she stared at the sparkling
white thing. There was no stall, just a line of those things
along the wall, four in all, separated by partitions so that one had
some semblance of privacy.
She's seen a urinal before, but not quite in this light before. No
longer just a sight caught in a passing glance, she was now full on
paying attention to them, forcing them to hold some meaning to her.
And now, she had to learn to use one of them.
And in a hurry, too.
"C'mon over here and do like I do, neh?"
Glancing at Remy, she approached the porcelain object, mimicking
his movements so quickly only because of the crisis that was the impending
draining of her bladder that would occur with or without her cooperation.
Her hands balled and unballed at her sides.
"Okay, now, uh, ya gone need ta, uh...gain access," he
delicately put it, putting on a commiserating look.
She just stared at him a moment. Gain access?!
"Ya know wha' I mean," he said next, this time apologetic.
Ororo blinked at him...then slowly dropped her eyes, almost stealthily,
as if the movement of her eyes could actually be heard by the
She wore not a gown, but a two piece set -- bottoms and a top made
of the same material, perhaps due to Henry's foresight that somehow
eluded even him as to the needs of 'access' that Ororo might
have later. It just wouldn't due to have to do this in a gown,
now would it?
A gown. A two-piece set. Neither which she owned herself before this
She hadn't arrived in the lab with that outfit on. Someone had placed
it on her -- Hank had. Hank, who'd...seen her...naked. He'd seen...that
-- the 'wrong party'.
And what must she have looked like in the remains of her costume
in the body of a man?!
Sweet, Goddess... She was mortified.
When she hesitated far too long for his tastes, Remy asked, "Pro'lem,
She didn't answer -- didn't even look up at him. She just stood there...gazing
off into nothing, brow pulled together and lips slightly parted in
one of the most pathetic looks he'd yet to see on her.
"Uh," he scratched his head. "It ain't gon' bite ya,
She blinked herself out of her stupor and glanced at Remy quickly,
not so sure that he knew that for sure or not.
"It's part o' ya -- might not always seem dat way --
but it is," he assured her.
Being that he was her best friend, she trusted him. But, being
as she was also a man now, she wasn't so sure that she could
be sure of anything.
"I can only guess wha' dis gone be like, but look at it dis
way: if ya don' do dis soon, dere gone be a mess, and no matter who
ya are now, male o' female, god o' goddess, ya ain't go have
dat -- you wettin' ya'self, now are ya?"
"Now, s'gone be strange, I know, since ya ain't ne'er -- well,
far be it from me ta assume dat ya ain't ne'er touched one -- "
The look she gave him next, a mixture of incredulity and exasperation
shut him up quickly. He grinned cheekily and apologetically, and brought
his hands up in abdication. "Sorry. Sorry. Shouldn'a said dat.
Know it already." In his mind, he flashed back to Bruce Willis
in The Fifth Element when what's-her-face pulled the gun on
him for kissing her.
He could have sworn he saw thunder flash in Ororo's eyes.
"Ya know," he said, looking up into her eyes, "dat
'minds me. How ya powers doin', chere?"
She blinked at him, her ire draining from her face. I...I do not
When she'd awakened, she had no sense of them to the point where
she'd forgotten she even had them. Her need to relieve herself
was put off by her inner search for that presence, that inward detection
of her birthright.
"Second t'ought, chere?" Remy said when he saw the level
of concentration brewing on Ororo's face. "We t'ink 'bout dat
later. Ya need ta go, right?"
She refocused back on him. Yes. I do. My powers can be put off
for the time being.
"'Kay. Do like I do, 'kay?"
"Now, ya standin' like I am. All ya gotta do now, is...well,
ya know, uh..." He scratched his face just below his right sideburn,
then he motioned in the air in a roundabout fashion.
She glanced back down to her waistband. IT was underneath there --
the thing that truly made her no longer a woman.
The 'wrong party'.
She had a penis now.
To say that it was disconcerting was an understatement of proportions
so massive, the mere hint of it could probably level a building.
She swallowed, feeling a cold and greasy fear seeping from her breast
-- she no longer had breasts, either, by the by -- and a trickle
of the same fell down her back.
Damn it, Ororo! Do this or face the consequences!
Heart beginning to pound, she took hold of her waistband between
masculine fingertips. She took a few breaths, preparing herself, swallowed
over a lump, took in yet another breath, held it -- pulled the draw-stringed
waistband from the well-muscled belly she now had revealed by the
raising of her shirt.
Her pubic hair did not notably startle her -- it was the same as
it always was, were one to go into such details. No, it wasn't that
-- it was what was underneath, that which she slowly revealed by tilting
her head back from the overhead lighting and her pelvis -- her now
masculine pelvis -- up for a better view.
She felt her breath coming faster and faster -- like she was an easily
frightened teeny-bopper at the first showing of Scream, or
some other child with a fear of heights trying to overcome that phobia
by jumping on the nearest and largest roller coaster she could find.
And then...there it was.
It wasn't as if she had never seen one before, because she had, and
on several occasions, the least of which being the fact that in the
village she had called home for a time, its people frequently went
half-naked. She'd seen her share.
But this was different.
It was from the WRONG angle.
She thought that she would gasp on sight of it actually attached
to her body -- but she didn't. Oh, no.
On the contrary, her eyebrows perked up without her knowledge of
the occurrence, and the fingertips of one hand lifted her lips, also
without her knowledge -- she was so absorbed.
"Oh, my," she breathed instead of "By the Bright Lady!"
It...it...was big. Even flaccid, it was magnificent! And it was hers!
And she could not believe herself!
This was not how she should have been behaving -- marveling at the
size of herself like some other actual male. She should be
revolted, disgusted, at the very least bewildered -- not proud.
Not egotistically lifted by the knowledge that she as a male had something
to brag about -- and a BIG something, too!
"Uh, chere? Why ya look like dat?" Remy asked her after
another long pause.
She blinked up at him. "Excuse me?" Still too dazed,
she failed to notice that she'd spoken aloud.
"Ya look like de cat dat found de one fat mouse with de limp."
"Chere, if ya wuhn't so shocked, ya'd be grinnin', dat's wha'.
Wha's so..." He stopped. And stared for a sec. Blinked. How could
he have been so dense?
Of course he knew what it was! And he was the one that
"So. Like wha' ya see, neh?" he asked instead, putting
on a wry smile.
She cleared her throat, blushing as she looked away, that self-satisfied
"Don' be 'shamed, chere. Only nat'ral -- bit soon...but
nat'ral." He chuckled. "But dat ain't the point," he
hurriedly added when he'd realized he should have just kept the humor
to himself. "Jus' make it dat much easier ta deal wit'. Now dat
ya seen it and ya over dat part, now come de hard part -- no pun intended."
She turned and glared this time.
"Oops. Okay. No more jokes. Promise." He even crossed his
heart, smiling that 'please don't kill me' smile of his.
She gave him a look that said, 'let's just get this over with'.
He cleared his throat. "Now. Take hold o' it, 'kay?"
She just looked down at herself for a moment.
"Uh, chere? Don' get lost on me 'gain, 'kay?"
Blushing yet again, she lightly shook her head, removing all yearning
to conceitedly gaze upon herself from her thoughts.
"Damn, chere, ya worse den Remy -- know dat?" He shook
his own head, feigning irritation.
"Let us finish this," she hissed, loud enough to be heard,
but not quite loud enough to blatantly announce her new male tones.
"True, do'," he muttered. "'Kay, now. Gon' be serious.
Now, jus' stand up straight."
She was already doing that.
"Ya gotta take hold o' it so's ya can control it. Can't do it
wit' no hands wit'out experience."
"I hurryin', I hurryin'. Relax. Now, ya, uh, got 'im?"
he asked, trying to be sensitive to the situation.
Okay. She had to actually touch it now. Looking was one thing
-- touching was quite another. This -- tactual confirmation
-- would make it all the more real even if she could already
see that it was indeed there and attached, her very own -- and impressive,
she couldn't resist tacking on -- manhood.
"Now, ya ain't gotta strangle 'im -- dat's somet'ing diff'rent."
She nearly paled when she looked at him next.
"Aiight, aiight. Now I 'fficially stop de jokes. Promise
and double swear."
"One more, Remy LeBeau -- just one more and I will blast you
to the ends of the earth," she threatened in a low growl that
was barely audible, but came in loud and clear to the slightly rattled
Cajun man and former thief to her right.
"Right," he agreed quickly. "Ahem. 'Kay. Got
She looked away, trying to calm that irrational thump of the organ
in her chest as she slowly reached down... Do not panic, Ororo.
It...it is a part of you as Remy said. It...it will not bite. Calm
yourself -- by the Gods, I would rather be trapped in an airtight
box than deal with this!
Her hand slowly closed over warm, smooth flesh --
She gasped at the sensation of touch -- gasped where Remy could hear
her, and thus turn to see her stunned face and how she was no longer
standing all the way straight.
"Oh, uh...shoulda warned ya, chere. Sensitive place dat is,
ya know -- now," he added.
She couldn't turn to him just yet, not when she felt so ashamed,
but she glowered just the same, making sure he saw that more than
"Ya get used ta it, chere. Promise. Jus' try ta focus on de
fact dat ya really gotta go, 'kay?"
Actually, it wasn't all that difficult. The second he mentioned it,
she remembered what it was that had her playing guessing games with
Hank what seemed like eons ago.
She straightened once more, no longer partially hunched over, and
removed the hand she had braced against the urinal.
"Ya ready?" he asked.
She nodded, though a bit unsurely.
"Now, don' jump de gun, 'kay? Gotta control it. Dis one o' de
few times ya can', 'kay? Dat wuhn't a joke by de way -- actual fact."
"Now, ya gotta ease into it, aiight? Don' wanna make a mess."
He turned to see just how close she was to the amenity. "Don'
stand too close. Don' wanna get ya'self -- o' melt de cake."
'What?' was the expression she gave him next.
He pointed to the white cake-like thing in the urinal. "De cake
dat keep de t'ing fresh. Ya pee on it and it melt. Some boys do it
fo' fun -- but Remy don' t'ink you'd be de type ta enjoy not'ing like
dat," he added almost sheepishly.
With a frown, Ororo took a half step back, preferring not to comment.
"Jus' like dat. Perfect. Now, like I said, go slow. Aim where
ya wan' it ta go and let it out in a nice calm stream, 'kay?"
Ororo concentrated on doing as he said, trying to discern the inner
differences in how it felt to 'hold it in' as a woman and now as a
man. Then deciding that that might take too much time, she went on
instinct, feeling how to allow the passageways to open and to close
and hoping that she did not indeed make a mess.
She took a deep breath...and let 'er rip, as they say --
Then, petrified as an ODD sensation rippled through her...down below.
Pulse now racing, her eyes flew open, though that particular
reaction was being slowed by her high held dignity -- and only that
But the other? It wasn't listening. Oh, no -- not that one.
She tried not to hallo as her still new genitalia began to stiffen
before her eyes, instead moaning breathlessly, teeth clenching. Shaky
on her feet, aiming was now more than a bit difficult. Filled with
a heat that manifested itself outwardly as a layer of maroon upon
her dark skin, she hurriedly tried to force the thing to _go_back_down_.
And it wouldn't listen!
It just made it all the more insistent on standing high and proud!
Like the spear of a mighty warrior from her native homeland that would
not be broken...or brought down. Just as Remy had indicated it would
-- not exactly, but similarly, nonetheless!
Goddess, NO! St-stay down! Sit! SIT! Bright Lady, it's not a dog,
But it was behaving like one -- like a naughty puppy.
"Uh, chere? Chere?"
She couldn't answer him -- she barely heard him. But when he repeated
himself, a twisted, psychotic, and overly masochistic part of herself
just had to acknowledge Remy to make this moment just as BAD
as it could possibly get.
Then, suddenly, she was twisting away from him, blocking from view
her embarrassment, for lack of a better phrasing, clenching back an
audible sound and trying not to panic.
At least, not anymore than she already was.
All but gasping, she glanced down to find herself fully erect.
For a sweet, beautiful second, she was captured by an awe that took
her breath away even more than it had already been stolen -- almost
completely enraptured by the powerful sight of herself staring back
Then she came to her senses once again.
Goddess, why NOW?! It wasn't like she'd been a man for all
that long, was it?
"'Ro? Wha's de matter?" Remy blinked at his long-time friend,
wondering what it could be that sparked her abrupt inability to go
through with this. She did have to go, didn't she? "Chere,
speak ta me."
But she couldn't do that. Not at a time like this -- she couldn't
let him see. Not this. What -- what am I supposed
Narrowing his eyes thoughtfully, Remy turned towards the form that
was now that which physically represented Ororo Munroe. "'Ro?
Answer me. Wha's wrong?"
Not answering, she pressed her palm against the cool surface of the
wall, then slowly rested her temple against it, too, trying to calm
herself and her erratic breathing. I -- I just have to calm myself.
Just be calm... Calm -- damn it all! Why aren't I calming?!
Meanwhile, Remy cocked his head to one side a bit as he took in Ororo's
new posture, how she was now hiding from him... Wha' de
hell coul' be makin' her do dat--
Blinking, he nearly smacked himself in the head as he was struck
with sudden insight --
And then he facepalmed.
"Merde," he muttered, shaking his head with a deep, suffering
sigh. "Almos' made it, too..."
When they emerged some time later, Hank and Rogue were talking quietly,
which halted when they noticed they weren't alone. Both looked up
to see Remy and Ororo standing side by side, Ororo a bit taller than
Remy now -- though not due to what she'd just gone through...
Rogue wasn't quite able to take her eyes completely away from Ororo.
Despite how off she looked due to the fact that she was dealing with
the repercussions of being a man, which were disconcerting -- something
Rogue knew well enough, though not so permanently -- and the fact
that Ororo had truly been a woman the other day, Rogue could not help
Ororo was gorgeous, male or female.
"Did everything come out okay?" Hank asked before his hand
could get the chance to clamp over his mouth and beat his foot in
His foot won out.
Ororo's brow furrowed as she strained to keep her dignity about her.
"Ev'ryt'ing be fine, Hank," Remy answered quickly, glancing
up at Ororo -- and nearly grimacing.
"Ahem. Good. Very good."
Ororo went back to her bed, walking a bit easier now that she'd been
on her feet for a few moments...and had overcome her slight...misadventure.
When she got there, she paused -- then turned to Henry.
She cleared her throat before speaking and averted her eyes so that
she wouldn't have to see what was in Henry's as she spoke. "I
wish...to return to my room," she told him quietly.
"At this time, I do not feel that it is wise for you to -- "
"Is there something you can do for me that you have neglected
to mention?" she asked, looking at him now, her need to be away
from that sterile place crowding out whatever hesitations she had
at looking him in the eye.
He gave her a truly rueful look. "No," he answered quietly.
"Am I suffering from some injury that demands further treatment?"
"Then why must I remain here?"
Hank watched her for a moment, saying nothing. He had no reason,
really, other than observation. There was nothing that he could
do for her.
"Well, then," she said, gaining her answer from his silence.
"I will be in my room, then." She turned towards the door.
Rogue stood there.
Pride flushing throughout her, Ororo kept her head high as she moved
in that direction. She nodded in acknowledgement to the young woman
as she moved past her, even if she didn't feel much of that self-regard
Rogue returned that nod -- though she looked to be a bit red in the
cheeks. It was only because she was smiling in that way that she was
that Ororo wasn't offended. She continued on.
Remembering something, though, she paused. Half looking over her
shoulder, unable to truly meet his eyes and denouncing herself for
it even at a time such as that one, she said, "Thank you, Remy,
for your assistance." ...If one could call what she'd went through
just previous to finally relieving herself 'assistance'.
Remy shrugged easily, though what they'd just went through together
was more than just a little harrowing -- though he wouldn't call a
six-minute recap of what went on last week on All My Children
harrowing, even if Ororo did. Hell, he had fun with it -- she'd
been the only person that could stay in the room with him after three
and a half minutes of it, and he didn't count the fact that she couldn't
have left if she'd wanted to against her.
"Dat's wha' friends fo', chere."
She nodded, a brief flash of Erica Cain wearing a mask to cover half
her face after an accident of some sort dancing through her mind --
then she beat a not so hasty retreat to her room.
For a long moment, there was nothing but pin-dropping silence. It
seemed that no one knew what to say. Not the Cajun whose best friend
and most trusted ally in the whole world was now a man who,
perhaps, was in possession of a possibly preferable penis to his own.
Nor was the puzzled physician whose perplexity could only be penned
by his powerless.
But Rogue wasn't quite so speechless.
Shaking her head almost wistfully, hands on full hips, she said,
"Ya know what, Cajun? Ah think ya just got knocked outta the
placin' fo' 'Best Ass' around heyah, sugah."
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