þTitle: Tangled Webs
By: Satine16
Summary: Jean and Scott's wedding is rapidly approaching as others in the mansion begin to
deal with their own relationships and the problems they encompass. Betsy/Warren Scott/Jean
Remy/Rogue Logan/Ororo Rated R for topics that will later come into play.
Disclaimer: None of the characters used in this story belong to me. They are all the property of
Marvel Comics. I wrote this story for fun so please do not sue me. (Not like I have any money
anyway!)
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"Girls, the final fitting will be in two weeks! TWO WEEKS! Ok? Jean asked in a
sugared tone but her eyes were the stern and they knew she meant business.
" Yes, we know, Betsy responded in a detached tone. "You 've only mentioned it
seventeen times."
"Yes, I know, but last time, SOMEONE," she accented harshly, glaring at Rogue, "was
late."
" Ah told ya Ah was sorry, gal. Ah was," she cleared her throat, " settlin' things here."
As she finished her sentence she shot Remy daggers, and it took all of his energy not to laugh
aloud.
The team had been called for an 'emergency meeting' that evening. Now, unlike every
single other emergency meeting, this one was held in honor of Jean and Scott's wedding, and it
was their 'team' who had been alerted. It was held by the bride, who had shown her controlling,
neurotic side to everyone as this wedding approached , except apparently to Scott, who still
thought she was perfect.
The wedding party, minus Alex, Scott' s brother and best man, and Rebecca, Jean's little
sister, was seated around the table. Scott and Jean sat at the head of the table. Jean frantically
shouting out dates that were listed in her planner and Scott, your average groom, sat looking at
Jean, smiling stupidly. On Jean's right hand side lounged Ororo Monroe, who also had out a
date book. Being Jean's maid of honor was a hell of a lot harder than she thought it was going to
be, and if she didn't keep up she figured she'd be taken out to the gallows. Warren sat on Scott's
left towards the middle of the table. Betsy sat next to Warren, at the end of the table. Her legs
were lying in his lap and his right hand hadn't left the hem of her mini skirt since they sat
down. Yet they didn't seem to pay any attention to each other. Normally, the two would have
been flirting shamelessly, but instead Warren was talking on his cell phone and Betsy was filing
her nails. They acted as if what they did was a routine. Rouge sat across from Betsy with her
right leg crossed over her left and her arms folded over her chest. She wasn't in the best of
moods since she and Remy had fought that morning. And now she was stuck sitting next to him.
In between the Goddess and the Belle sat the Thief, legs resting on the table and shuffling a deck
of cards. He glanced over to the angry girl and noticed her right leg was bouncing and instantly
he knew she still wanted him dead. She only bounced her legs up and down when she was pissed.
He removed his feet from the table soundlessly and scooted a little closer to Rogue. Then, he
began to use his middle finger to trace circles around her knee cap very slowly, as if to silently
apologize. It was their way. Small gestures making up for stupid, meaningless things and
arguments. She knew what he was trying to project, smiled softly and uncrossed her arms. He
moved even closer still, wrapped his right arm around her waist, and rested his left hand on her
knee. Jean was wearing down and she started to yawn. She rested her head on Scott's shoulder,
and he reacted lethargically, placing his arm around her shoulders and letting his head lightly
rest upon hers.
As Ororo glanced around the table she realized she was sitting alone and was the only
one sitting alone. Although she was used to being the wheel, it was still an uncomfortable place
to be. Anger washed over her and she suddenly wanted to rip her eyes out, but the presence of
someone sitting in the parlor had caught her attention before she could maim herself. Logan was
always alone. He preferred solitude to anguish, and as far as he had experienced, becoming too
close to a person can only lead to pain. Sometimes Ororo agreed with his personal philosophy.
Becoming too close to a person can result in tragedy, she knew that all to well. At other times she
wished he thought otherwise. They had become fast friends and great partners but the amount of
sexual tension between them was amazing. Although nothing had ever really sparked between
the two romantically, it could, if Logan hadn't been Logan.
Jean fell asleep on Scott s shoulder and the meeting was scheduled to be finished in the
morning. Scott gently lifted Jean out of her seat and softly carried her in a fireman's hold up to
their bedroom. Betsy gave Warren a quick, cold kiss on the cheek as he continued to talk on the
phone. The two shared a quick embrace and Warren got in his black BMW, while Betsy silently
wandered to her room. Remy followed Rogue into her room, they needed to talk a lot of things
out. Ororo took it upon herself to saunter into the parlor, where the lone wolf was residing.
By: Satine16
Summary: Jean and Scott's wedding is rapidly approaching as others in the mansion begin to
deal with their own relationships and the problems they encompass. Betsy/Warren Scott/Jean
Remy/Rogue Logan/Ororo Rated R for topics that will later come into play.
Disclaimer: None of the characters used in this story belong to me. They are all the property of
Marvel Comics. I wrote this story for fun so please do not sue me. (Not like I have any money
anyway!)
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"Girls, the final fitting will be in two weeks! TWO WEEKS! Ok? Jean asked in a
sugared tone but her eyes were the stern and they knew she meant business.
" Yes, we know, Betsy responded in a detached tone. "You 've only mentioned it
seventeen times."
"Yes, I know, but last time, SOMEONE," she accented harshly, glaring at Rogue, "was
late."
" Ah told ya Ah was sorry, gal. Ah was," she cleared her throat, " settlin' things here."
As she finished her sentence she shot Remy daggers, and it took all of his energy not to laugh
aloud.
The team had been called for an 'emergency meeting' that evening. Now, unlike every
single other emergency meeting, this one was held in honor of Jean and Scott's wedding, and it
was their 'team' who had been alerted. It was held by the bride, who had shown her controlling,
neurotic side to everyone as this wedding approached , except apparently to Scott, who still
thought she was perfect.
The wedding party, minus Alex, Scott' s brother and best man, and Rebecca, Jean's little
sister, was seated around the table. Scott and Jean sat at the head of the table. Jean frantically
shouting out dates that were listed in her planner and Scott, your average groom, sat looking at
Jean, smiling stupidly. On Jean's right hand side lounged Ororo Monroe, who also had out a
date book. Being Jean's maid of honor was a hell of a lot harder than she thought it was going to
be, and if she didn't keep up she figured she'd be taken out to the gallows. Warren sat on Scott's
left towards the middle of the table. Betsy sat next to Warren, at the end of the table. Her legs
were lying in his lap and his right hand hadn't left the hem of her mini skirt since they sat
down. Yet they didn't seem to pay any attention to each other. Normally, the two would have
been flirting shamelessly, but instead Warren was talking on his cell phone and Betsy was filing
her nails. They acted as if what they did was a routine. Rouge sat across from Betsy with her
right leg crossed over her left and her arms folded over her chest. She wasn't in the best of
moods since she and Remy had fought that morning. And now she was stuck sitting next to him.
In between the Goddess and the Belle sat the Thief, legs resting on the table and shuffling a deck
of cards. He glanced over to the angry girl and noticed her right leg was bouncing and instantly
he knew she still wanted him dead. She only bounced her legs up and down when she was pissed.
He removed his feet from the table soundlessly and scooted a little closer to Rogue. Then, he
began to use his middle finger to trace circles around her knee cap very slowly, as if to silently
apologize. It was their way. Small gestures making up for stupid, meaningless things and
arguments. She knew what he was trying to project, smiled softly and uncrossed her arms. He
moved even closer still, wrapped his right arm around her waist, and rested his left hand on her
knee. Jean was wearing down and she started to yawn. She rested her head on Scott's shoulder,
and he reacted lethargically, placing his arm around her shoulders and letting his head lightly
rest upon hers.
As Ororo glanced around the table she realized she was sitting alone and was the only
one sitting alone. Although she was used to being the wheel, it was still an uncomfortable place
to be. Anger washed over her and she suddenly wanted to rip her eyes out, but the presence of
someone sitting in the parlor had caught her attention before she could maim herself. Logan was
always alone. He preferred solitude to anguish, and as far as he had experienced, becoming too
close to a person can only lead to pain. Sometimes Ororo agreed with his personal philosophy.
Becoming too close to a person can result in tragedy, she knew that all to well. At other times she
wished he thought otherwise. They had become fast friends and great partners but the amount of
sexual tension between them was amazing. Although nothing had ever really sparked between
the two romantically, it could, if Logan hadn't been Logan.
Jean fell asleep on Scott s shoulder and the meeting was scheduled to be finished in the
morning. Scott gently lifted Jean out of her seat and softly carried her in a fireman's hold up to
their bedroom. Betsy gave Warren a quick, cold kiss on the cheek as he continued to talk on the
phone. The two shared a quick embrace and Warren got in his black BMW, while Betsy silently
wandered to her room. Remy followed Rogue into her room, they needed to talk a lot of things
out. Ororo took it upon herself to saunter into the parlor, where the lone wolf was residing.