BillieJo-Bailey

Will You Accompany Remy? Professor Xavier turned his attention towards the door, "Come in, Gambit." The door opened to reveal Remy, with a cheesy grin on his face, "You know, Professor, Remy sure does find it quite étrange when you do that. He hadn't even raised his fist yet." He walked up to the back of the chair that I was sitting in. Smirking down at me, he gave me a wink. "Good morning, chérie. Did you sleep well?" Giggling, I nodded. "Yeah, if you don't count listening to Alvara snoring all night." I turned back to Professor Xavier. He was now leaning against his desk, sitting on the edge of it with an envelope in his han

Hearts, Hearts, and More Hearts Valentine's Day. Dear lord, it was everywhere.      Charles had planned a 'small' dance for the students to be held on Valentine's Day. And lucky me, I got volunteered by Kitty to go shopping for the decorations. But at least I wasn't going alone. Kitty and Scott were both with me at the mall trying to find the party store. There were couples everywhere, holding hands and kissing and all that mushy stuff.      It only made me feel even worse. I hadn't been very much on the subject of love since Christmas.      My reaction to Remy's confession on Christmas Eve wasn't well handled. If me jumping up off th

Confrontation The snow outside was falling in gentle waves, as it had been for the past week. Everything outside was layered in a blanket of snow. The fountain out front was frozen solid. Looking up at the roof edge where Kurt and Hank were hanging Christmas lights. Bobby was on the front lawn making ice sculpture of everyone at the mansion. Storm was clearing the driveway of snow and ice, which really seemed pointless since it was still snowing. A large crash a good few hundred yards out into the trees echoed throughout the yard. Looking around, I saw no one going to check on the sound. With a huff, I wrapped my scarf tightly around my nec

Daughter of Azazel Now I've seen some weird looking people around the mansion. What with Kurt and Hank and their blue fur. And Rahne Sinclair and her werewolf-like form. But this, took the cake. At the bottom of the stairs, talking with Charles and Scott stood a girl, about my age. Her skin had a peach-ish tint to it, almost like sunburn. Her hair was white and past her hips, held back with a red headband. She was wearing a navy/white corset, with a fishnet halter underneath. A gray plaid skirt that was a few inches above the knee. Now I bet your thinking, "oh, she doesn't sound so bad." Well, normally, no. That'd equal out to a very pr

Secret 3 months. It had been 3 months since that brief meeting at the crosswalk, the quick connection of their gazes that would lead to so much more. And the hotel hallway, where he saved me from being arrested. 3 months since he had brought me here to the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, and ultimately changing my life forever. Sighing, I turned away from the window. I had been staring out at the rain for the past half hour. I had woken up from another nightmare about 2 hours ago, and after an hour of fighting to go back to sleep, I had ultimately given up and gotten a shower. One benefit of being the only person in a double room

Welcome To X-Mansion Remy slowed the bike down as he turned off the road into the drive. The gates opening in front of him, he let a smile stretch across his face as he heard the loud snore coming from behind him. Rolling through the iron gates, which led to the drive lined by large Oak trees, he glanced over his shoulder at the sleeping woman behind him. It had taken just under 40 hours to get here with the stopping once at a hotel for the night. Like at the Hard Rock in Vegas, they shared the bed, with her under the blankets and him on top of them, his mutation able to keep him from getting cold with our the fabric. Although, he didn't