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 Eleven
Tammy

"You mean he actually grounded you in front of your family?" Stevie asked again.

"Yep," Remy frowned still fuming.

"And you're how old?"

"29."

"Who does he think he is?"

"My fat'er 'parently," he grumbled.

"This stinks," she spat, "and calls for revenge."

"Don' know if I like dat look chere," he observed looking over at her.

"You shouldn't or rather Scott shouldn't," Stevie frowned.

"Hey, your computer is beepin'," he said and put the game on pause.

"Oh, Fang wants to talk to me. Do you mind?" she asked.

"Non, go 'head if I can comment ev'ry now an' den," he smiled. "So is Fang a guy?"

"Yeah, and a pain in the neck sometimes," she laughed and hit accept chat request.

Fang: how's the lady with the luscious neck?

Live Wire: just dandy, how's the fangman?

Fang: i'm chillin', you ain't met any other men over there have you?

Live Wire: oh, i've met several.....why?....jealous?

Fang: just curious.....i finished my paper, would you be so kind as to proof it for me?

Live Wire: hmmm......

Fang: *big disney eyes* please? pretty please?

Live Wire: welllllllll.....

Fang: *on knees and begging* please proof read my master's thesis

Live Wire: okay, i can't stand it when you beg

Fang: i know, that's why i do it *toothy grin*

"Toothy grin?"

"He's a mutant and has the cutest fangs," she giggled.

"I see," Remy nodded. "I'm gonna put some new music on."

"Okay," she smiled and went back to her computer.

Live Wire: so you gonna email or snail-mail it to me?

Fang: what would you prefer?

Live Wire: doesn't matter, i can print out a hard copy if you email it

Fang: okay, it'll have to be in several parts though

Live Wire: so use winzip on it

Fang: ummm......how?

Live Wire: *rolls eyes* have lauren show you

Fang: are you nuts? she hates me

Live Wire: well, if you didn't constantly hit on her and make all those disgusting suggestions

Fang: but she's so cute......*evil thoughts*

Live Wire: FANG!!!!

Fang: what?

Live Wire: i'll have none of that on my chat session.....what would remy think?

Fang: who's remy?

Live Wire: *smug smile* a guy....duh

Fang: hmmm

Live Wire: what?

Fang: nothing.....look, i gotta get going

Live Wire: why?

Fang: all work and no play makes fang a dull boy....gotta get ready to go to The Meat Market

"Hey, what's dis Meat Market?" Remy asked glancing over at her screen.

"It's a place that's actually named Grandpa's, a hang out for college kids, kinda like a nightclub but more of a bar," Stevie explained.

"So he's goin' cruisin' for girls," Remy said.

"Among other things, he'll probably find something to eat too," she added.

Live Wire: you behave yourself fang, i don't wanna hear about you in the paper tomorrow morning

Fang: i always behave

Live Wire: liar

Fang: well, i'll talk to you later this week, the shower beckons me

Live Wire: don't wear yourself out in there *evil grin*

Fang: ha, ha, ha....very funny......if you wanna see how much stamina i've got, why don't you join me in there sometime.....

Live Wire: no thanks, you make me laugh enough with your clothes ON

Fang: i can show you things you've never seen before *evil smile*

Live Wire: i practically grew up on a farm, nothing you have could possibly impress me

Fang: i meant we could have sex

Live Wire: no thanks, if i want comedy i'll watch phelon try to find the dipstick on his car

Fang: you are so mean

Live Wire: fang, if i've told you once i've told you a hundred times, i'm not interested in you

Fang: oh well, you can't blame me for trying

Live Wire: you better get going or all the good girls will be taken by the time you get there

Fang: right, you be careful over there.....if you need rescuing or something, just call

Live Wire: thanks fang, i'll do that

Fang: bye stevie, you be good

Live Wire: you too fang, see you in a couple months

Fang: yep, miss you and your teasing

Live Wire: same here, bye and have fun tonight

Fang: i will *hugs* bye?

Live Wire: *hugs* bye

"An' what was dat all about?" Remy asked arching an eyebrow.

"What was what all about?"

"Dat extended good-bye. You sweet on him or somet'ing?" he grinned.

"No, I am not sweet on him. Fang's a good friend who hates to say good-bye," she replied. "So, what kind of pudding does Scott like?"

"Vanilla, why?" Remy replied.

"When do you think Mr. and Mrs. Summers will get back from their evening out?"

"'Bout midnight or so. Why?"

"I have an evil idea," she said grinning maniacally.




"Scott, I love you," Jean sighed as her husband kissed her behind her ear.

"Love you too, Red," the leader of the X-Men smiled.

"Come here Slim," she giggled and pulled him down onto the bed with her.

"You must have read my mind," he said resting his head on his pillow.

"Scott."

"Yes Jean."

"Why is there pudding in the pillows?" the red headed telepath asked.

"What?" he asked confused.

"There is pudding in our pillows," she said putting her finger in the pudding that had oozed out of her pillow when she'd put her head down on it. "And it's vanilla, your favorite."

Scott turned his head toward his wife and immediately felt the cool sensation of a pudding soaked pillowcase against his cheek. "I know," he said a look of disgust on his face.

"Who would do this?"

"If Bobby were here, I'd know who," he replied sitting up in bed and looking at his pillow.

Jean looked at him and started giggling.

"What?" he asked turning to his now hysterically laughing wife.

"The back of your head is covered with pudding," she said still laughing.

Scott groaned in frustration.

"Come on, I'll help you wash it out," she offered sitting up.

The leader of the X-Men took one look at his wife and burst out laughing.

"Yes, Mr. Summers," she frowned.

"Looks like I'm not the only one with pudding in his hair," he chuckled.

"Then I guess we'll both have to take a shower," she frowned standing up.

"Right behind you," he smiled and followed her into the bathroom.