Disclaimer: Gambit and the X-Men are copyright and property of Marvel Comics. I am making no money from this. Besides getting money out of me would be like getting blood out of turnip, it isn't gonna happen so don't even try to sue me. Stevie and any other characters you don't recognize and the plot in this story are owned by Tammy Zuleger. Anyone wishing to use them must get permission from me first.

Here's Stevie
Part Eight
Tammy

About 3 days later . . .

"If your teeth come down, my sword goes up right into your brain. . . " Stevie's computer said as she folded down a window. There was a light knock on her door. "Come on in," she called.

"Hi," Remy said from her open door.

"Hi," she smiled as she turned to face him. "I see Hank finally let you out of your room."

"Non, I sneaked out," he smiled.

"Well get in here and close the door before anyone sees you and squeals to Hank," she said getting up.

Remy came into her room and closed the door behind himself. "So has Lapel Pin been leavin' you 'lone?" he asked.

"Who?"

"My cousin, Lapin. I call him Lapel Pin, kinda fits sometimes," he grinned.

"I'll have to remember to call him that the next time he hits on me and yeah he's been pretty good. Here, you'll have to sit on the bed," she said shoving her stuffed animals up by her pillows. "Sorry, I only have the desk chair and you know how comfortable they are."

"I don' care," he said, "least it ain' my bed. So what you up t'?"

"Fidddlin' around with the computer they gave me to use, tryin' to get it to suit me better," she said sitting on the chair again.

"Nice wallpaper," Remy complimented glancing at her screen.

"Thanks, you like Dragonheart?" she asked.

"Yeah, Dennis Quaid's de best," he replied.

"Here, my desktop is all Dragonheart. I'll show you," she said and turned to her computer. "Hmm, how can we do this?"

"Let's put de monitor on de floor an' you hang on t' de mouse an' de keyboard," he suggested.

"Sounds good, can you give me a hand with the monitor?" Stevie asked.

"Sure," he replied getting up from the bed.

Remy walked over to her desk and helped her put the monitor on the floor. Then they unplugged the keyboard and mouse to get them out of the drawer and onto the floor. Stevie slid the monitor over so it could be seen from the bed and the floor. Then she grabbed two big pillows and propped them against the bed. She sat down on the floor and leaned back against them and the bed. Gambit kicked his shoes off and lay down on her bed, propping himself up on a couple stuffed animals.

"Watch this," she smiled and opened up a program.

~Marvelous~ Gilbert of Glockenspur said.

"Cool," Remy laughed.

She folded down the program. ~Your teeth come down, my sword goes up right into your brain~ Bowen threatened.

"Where'd you fin' dat?" he asked smiling.

"I downloaded it from the Web. It's from a page called freethemes.com, it's full of different desktop themes. Wanna check it out?" she asked.

"Sure," he replied. "Need anyt'ing special t' run dem?"

"They run on Microsoft Plus, but you can download a program that'll do the same thing for free," Stevie explained. "Do you have Microsoft Plus?"

"Good question," he said.

"If you're not sure, then you probably don't. But hey neither do I and I really don't care," she smiled.

"'Sides, I'd hate t' t'ink dat I'd help make Bill Gates richer dan he 'ready is," Remy replied.

"That's the truth. Okay, here's the page," she agreed. "And speaking of Bill, I've got a Bill Gates Interactive Screen Saver."

"Oh yeah? What's it do?" he asked curious.

"You throw pies at him," she smiled.

"I c'n t'ink of several ot'er t'ings t' t'row at him b'sides pies," Remy smiled evilly.

"Yeah, bad Rice-A-Roni springs to mind," she said with a grin like a maniac.

"We wanna get jus' him, not turn de entire area int' a toxic waste dump," he replied.

"I know, but just imagine the look of horror on his face when he realizes what it is," she smiled.

"Heh, heh," Remy laughed.

"So what kind of desktop do you want?" she asked.

"Any Looney Tunes in dere?" he asked watching her more than the computer.

"Let's find out," she said opening up the cartoons folder.


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"Hey Remy, you awake?" Stevie asked setting down her keyboard.

There was no answer from the X-Man.

Stevie turned around to see Remy sound asleep on her bed. Figures, she thought and laughed quietly. She got up and stretched. Then she covered him with a blanket.

Her com badge beeped. "Yeah, Scott," she answered quietly.

~Have you seen Gambit anywhere?~

"Yeah, he's right here with me," she said watching the Cajun roll over.

~Tell him to get back to his room this minute, Hank is looking for him.~

"That might be a problem," she smiled.

~And how is that?~

"Well . . . "

~Well what?~

"He's in my bed . . . "

~What?!?! I should have known.~

"Wait a minute, don't get the rope yet. He's not doing anything but sleeping," she finished.

~He's supposed to stay in his room.~

"Apparently he picked the locks on his cage and sneaked out," she replied sarcastically.

~Don't start with me again.~

"Look Scott, tell Hank that I'll have him back in his own room as soon as he wakes up," Stevie bargained.

~Hank won't be happy, but I'll tell him.~

"Thanks Scott, see you in the danger room tomorrow," she said and switched off her com badge before he could reply. Then she went to her dresser and pulled out her pajamas.

After coming out of her bathroom, Stevie took out a pair of headphones from a drawer in her desk and grabbed several CD's from the crate she kept them in. Then she sat down in front of her displaced monitor and plugged the headphones into the jack on the speakers. She started the CD player on the computer and put in the Star Wars sound track. Next she opened a can of Sun-Drop and opened up a connection to the internet.