Author's Note: Another random R&R story. I was angsting and this is the result. *shrugs* I'm not doing a very good job selling am I?? It's sorta AU, where Jean-Luc is still the leader of the Thieves Guild, and the X-Men are the Blue and Gold teams. The format is a little weird. There will be a section introduction that will be in the second person, from the perspective of either Rogue or Remy, switching off each section. It starts with Rogue, in case you can't tell by the accent. I hope y'all like it, and I do promise that the angst will be worth it in the end.
Disclaimer: I own a stuffed pig. And she shall be named pinky. But other than that, I don't own anything. None of the X-Men. Sorry. I just borrowed them for my own sick purposes. BWA-HA-HA!!
"talking" - 'thinking' - .::character perspective::. - section introduction/foreign languages - _written words_
Sometimes
by, Caliente
Parting
S'funny how thin's end up sometimes. Ya think everythin's goin' fine. Yer finally happy with yer life. Then one day… it all changes. No reason. No purpose. Nobody knows why. Ya just know that nothin' is ever gonna be the same again.
When the news came, it hit her like a ton of bricks. Normally, a ton of bricks wouldn't hurt an invulnerable woman; however, this was painful. More painful than she was prepared for. She just sat in shock, watching her friends exit the room until just the two of them were left. Before she was aware of what had happened, the suave Cajun known as Remy LeBeau wrapped her in a tight hug.
"It's not fair," she cried into his chest. "Why do you have ta go? Why not Logan or Bishop or somebody else?" The Southerner with a distinctive white stripe in her auburn hair was practically in hysterics. "Anybody else."
"Y'know I have t'go chere," he told her. "It's de right t'ing t'do."
"Maybe," she murmured, "but why does the right thin' feel so wrong?"
He pulled away to look into her sparkling green eyes with his own demon ones. "Rogue, I need t'do dis. F'r us all."
The Southern belle struggled to keep her tears from falling. "Ah know, it's just…" she turned her head away from his intense stare. "It's like fate's tryin' ta rip us apart. Like we're finally happy, but somebody up there still wants us ta suffer."
"Mebbe dere is some fate up dere trying t'screw us over," he agreed half-heartedly. "But I've always b'lieved in making my own luck. In driving my own fate." He placed his hands on either side of her face, careful to keep his uncovered fingers away from her deadly skin. "Chere, I can' promise you much. But I can promise dat I'll always love you. Je t'aime."
"Ah'll always love ya too sugah," she replied, the tears in her eyes finally flowing down her face. He brushed away her tears with one hand, keeping the other on her face. "Ah just can't stand the thought of ya comin' home hurt." 'Or not at all,' she added silently.
"No worries Rogue," he stated with a cocky smile. "Y'know dat I know ladies. An' lady luck, she be de one I know best. I'll be coming home safe."
"Promise?" she whispered, meeting his gaze once more. Her jade green eyes pleading with him.
"Promise," he assured with a soft kiss to the top of her head.
'I wish I could believe you,' Rogue thought as she rested her head on his chest. Gambit stroked her hair lovingly, and she let out a small sigh. 'But somehow I know this isn't a "see ya later", it's a "good-bye".' More tears poured down her face, as they held each other for a long time.
Reflections
It 's hard t'leave de person you love. Even harder when you wonder. Wonder what if y'had stayed? Would you be married? Have children? Would y'have broken up? Would t'ings be de same? Nobody knows. All y'have is the memories an' de what ifs. An' it's not enough. It's never enough.
.::Remy::.
Remy let out a small sigh as he plopped onto his bed. He yawned as he tried to turn his mind off. But it was one of those nights. The kind where the mind races, preventing the sweet release of slumber. Gambit knew he had to tell somebody, do something or he might explode. Shuffling over to a nearby desk, he searched for a pen and some paper. Finally finding what he was looking for, he plopped down. He closed his eyes, just letting his thoughts swirl. Without opening his eyes, he let his thoughts flow out of his mind and onto the paper.
_Sometimes I t'ink I should have written or called. Really I couldn't, but she didn' know dat. All she knew was dat one day I was gone. Days turned into weeks. Weeks to mont's. Mont's to… Well y'get it. I kept holding on, even though I knew it was just a dream. An unattainable dream at dat. An' mebbe someday I could go home. But would I have a home anymore? Would she still care? Would she have moved on? Not knowing was hard, but I knew knowing could be harder. 'Specially if knowing meant dat she had a white picket fence, husband, or even enfants. Wit'out me. Non. I could deal wit' de what ifs, but de trut'… who knew what dat was?_
Finally completely exhausted, he found himself succumbing to sleep. He managed to stumble over to his bed before he conked out. But even his dreams were plagued by dreams of Rogue and happier times with the X-Men. There really was no escape.
.::Rogue::.
Rogue sat cross-legged on her bed, absentmindedly stroking the head of her favorite teddy bear. She knew that she should be sleeping, Danger Room session in the morning. But she couldn't force herself to do it. She wanted to talk with Betsy or Ororo or one of her friends but it was late. Besides, hadn't she cried on enough shoulders. She reached under her mattress, and pulled out her well worn journal. Dating it, she started her confessional.
_Ah know he's gone. Ah know it, like Ah know anythin' else that Ah know. But knowin' doesn't make the pain go away. Doesn't stop the hurt an' the feelin'. Sometimes Ah just wish Ah could turn off the emotions. Turn ta stone an' be free of this curse. But then Ah remember. Sure there was pain, plenty of it ta go around. But there was love. Mo' than anybody else had ever given me. Mo' than Mystique, mo' than Irene, mo' than the Professor… mo' than a girl like me could ever hope fo'. Ah wanted nothin' mo' than ta feel that love again. But he ain't comin' back. Ah know he ain't. He ain't called, written, nothin'. He's moved on. He has ta have moved on. 'Cause Ah want nothin' more than him ta be happy. He deserves that much, even if it can't be with me._
Feeling slightly relieved, she placed the journal back where she found it. The hurt and pain remained, but she finally felt ready to sleep. Sighing, Rogue turned off her lamp and settled into bed. Tears streamed down her face as she dreamt of Remy and their time together.
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