That was the last draw, the straw that broke the camel's back, or whatever the hell you'd prefer to call it

On the Wall

Part V

This part is very short, mostly because I have writer's block and am oh so tired. If you wanna out in your two cents about the plot, drop me a line.

You know all the crap. If you don't, you deserve to be beaten over the head with a stick.

Due to new uploading policy, or my stupidity, there might be a lot of versions of this story floating around as I add new chapters…stick with me. Storm rules.

The smell of pizza wafted through the mansion. Gambit grabbed the nearest box and jumped over the arm of the couch. It was six o'clock, and he had worked up quite an appetite, spending most of the day in the danger room. It had been nearly four hours ago when he had decided to go and work out, and he had been without human contact the entire time. Well, not the entire time. He had passed a perturbed looking Logan as he went into the danger room.

"Hey homme, you wanna fight wit' me? I gotta lot of tension to get rid of." Gambit had been referring to his encounter with Storm that morning, but he guessed by the look on Logan's face that he thought he meant something else.

"Not a chance in hell, Gumbo. I've relieved other people's 'tension' enough for one day."

The next few hours had flown by as Gambit killed and blew up opponent after opponent, all the while his mind kept returning back to his romantic encounter. Stormy was just feeling sick…probably, he told himself as he flipped off of the wall. Then, of course, maybe the petite wasn't feeling sick…maybe she like Gambit. Maybe Gambit like her. Hmmph.

Gambit had left his work out as confused as ever, but now he had pizza to console him. Beautiful pizza. At least it never lied to him. The cardboard had just finished squeaking when he looked up and saw an angel. Three angels, actually, followed by a goddess. The pizza was quickly forgotten as Gambit sprung up and grabbed the nearest ladies hand.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle. I don't believe we've met before." He lowered his head and gave her hand a quick peck, before turning his face up to glimpse into her gray eyes. Pru pulled back, seeing his red eyes, and her hand quickly followed. Gambit chuckled. "Ah, well, can't charm them all."

"Sorry. I was just a little…surprised. Sorry."

"Gambit, let me introduce you to the Halliwell sisters. The one you were just licking was Pru, this is Piper, and this is Phoebe."

"Gambit's has to remember to thank that genie, eh Stormy?"

With great flourish, Gambit bowed to the other two ladies. Piper turned two shades of crimson before silently reminding herself that she was engaged. Phoebe, on the other hand, only raised an eyebrow suggestively.

"It's very nice to meet you, Monsieur Gambit-"

"Please, call me Remy."

"Monsieur Remy. Isn't it, Piper?"

"I'm engaged."

This took Gambit back a step, and a bewildered look plastered his face. "Qui donc. Should I congratulate you?"

Storm cleared her throat. This was all extremely annoying. The Professor had suggested to her that she show them around a bit and get them some dinner, when she actually wanted to retreat to her room and pound her head until it came up with a plan to get rid of the charmed ones. "Well, here's some pizza. You all can go ahead and eat. I think that I'll be heading back to my room now. Maybe take a nap."

"All right," Phoebe said, sliding onto the couch next to the *sexy* Cajun.

God, how old is that witch? Twelve? Grabbing a slice of pizza, Storm left as nonchalantly as she could. Pru watched her walk away. "She sure seems a bit odd."

"No, no, Stormy's great. She's just a bit under the weather because of her fall. And probably because Gambit wasn't paying enough attention to her," he added with a grin.

After the pizza box had been passed around and everyone was settled, be it in a couch or armchair, Gambit felt a bit curious as to who these beautiful women were, and why they were here. "So, who exactly are you beautiful women, and why are you here? Are you newly recruited mutants?"

Piper wiped a dab of marinara sauce off of her chin. "Actually, we're witches from San Francisco. We're here on assignment."

"Witches? You mean voodoo and all that stuff?"

"Not that kind of stuff. Just your average witches, trying to protect the world."


There was a brief silence as Gambit contemplated this new knowledge. He had grown up in New Orleans, so he knew that there were witches out there, but he'd only dealt with voodoo priestesses. Well, they can call themselves 'tever they want. They still gorgeous when it comes down to it.

"Remy, I was wondering if you could tell me a little bit about Ororo, or Storm?" Pru asked, picking at the mushrooms that were on her slice. She detested mushrooms.

"Like what, petite?"

"You know, background information, stuff that's going on in her life, what here favorite color is…anything really."

"All right. You sure she'd be ok with us talking about her?"

Without hesitation, Pru nodded her head earnestly. "Oh yeah. She was going to tell us all this stuff, but she was feeling so tired."

"All right, in that case, I guess it's all right. Now y'all get comfy, because Gambit's got quite a story to tell." He paused to take a slow bite of his pizza, trying to decide where to begin. Pru took this as a sign of doubt, so she quickly asked a question.

"We heard her called 'Goddess'. Why is that?"

"That, my friend, is because she is a goddess. Stormy grew up in Africa. An orphan in Africa. She and her parents were in a plane crash when she was just a little baby, and both of them died."

"Oh, how awful!" Phoebe said, leaning in so she could hear better.

"Yes, it was. Throughout her life, she lived with a tribe, where she was worshipped as a goddess because she could make it rain when they prayed to her. She also lived in Cairo when she was little, working as a tief, like Remy here did in Nawlins. Professor Xavier found her and brought her to America, where she is co-leader of the X-Men. What else do you wanna know?"

"Is she powerful?" Phoebe asked, here eyes wide. She still hadn't gotten over the fact that being a mutant sounded so incredibly cool.

"Stormy's very powerful. She's the kind of powerful that you wanna make sure to send her a Christmas card, even if ya don't know her. And even if it isn't Christmas."

"So you want to be on her good side?"

"Yes, but it's not like she blasts people she doesn't like."


"Wit lightening. She only fights people who deserve it. Stormy's main problem is controlling her power. She's never even used her full powers before."

"That is sooo cool. I wish-God, what is that!" Everyone turned around to face a pink blob of fur. Gambit's mouth dropped open and a chunk of half chewed pizza fell out.

"H-Hank? Is that you?"

"Oh, I knew you'd hate it! Sweet Lord, Gambit, why can't you just come out and say that you think I'm ugly?" Hank stomped his foot on the ground as he tried to hold back tears, but failed as one cascaded down his splotchy pink fur.

"What did you do Hank?"

"What did I do? What did I do? Those damned Clairol people didn't label how long I was supposed to keep the hair dye in, and now, look, LOOK at this!" Hank burst out into tears and ran out of the room. "I hate you, I hate you all."

There was a long silence as everyone listened to his padded footsteps and then the slam of a door.

"Umm, who was that?"

"That was Hank McCoy, our resident doctor."


As soon as Storm had gotten into her bedroom, she'd thrown the pizza into the trashcan and began to pace back and forth. How the hell am I supposed to get rid of them…damn damn dammit! Everything was going along great until those showed up. I was even feeling confident enough to start looking again…DAMN WITCHES.

Storm flopped down on her bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling. A plan would come to her if only she would be patient. Patience was a virtue after all. God, the guy who said that must have never gotten laid. She amused herself for a few moments, recounting how she had been laid only earlier that morning when she felt the presence.

-Yes, master, what is it?-

-How are things going for you, dear?- The thought sounded patronizing.

-Oh, fine, fine, you know, flew around for a while this morning, it's great.-

-Don't lie to me. I've been monitoring your situation. I see that you've gotten the Charmed Ones involved.-

-It's no big deal, Master. Nothing at all-

-Silence. But it's all right. It had been too long since I'd seen Phoebe anyway. It's a pleasant surprise, actually. I was wondering how she was doing.-

-Not surprising, Master. We all know about your…er, former love…of humans.-

-Anyway, I believe I have a way to help get you out of this little situation. You must follow my orders exactly, and it will all go perfectly.-

-Yes master. What is the plan.-

-First, use your power…your demonic powers of vanity against the Charmed Ones. You will learn the rest, in time.-