Ok, I am not really a Romy person, more like Lancitty Amyro and Tonda, but I had the urge to write a Romy so I hope you Romy fans like it. Also I have other one-shots to upload as soon as I can either type it up on my desktop or get a new laptop, this one is a piece of crap. So hopefully you enjoy!
"Have any of you seen Rogue?" Remy LeBeau asked, entering the game room of the mansion. Let it be known that Gambit is not a hero. He is a theif. That one word described Remy. He was not a do-gooder, nor was he exceptionally evil. At least, he didn't think so. No, he was not a good person, but these days he found himself spending more and more time at the X-Mansion hunting down the company of a girl he cared for deeply, and he even went on missions with them from time to time. The reason: to win the affections and attention of his beloved Queen of Hearts.
"I think she's in the Danger Room." Kitty Pryde said. When Remy just looked at her, she sighed and said, "I'll show you where it is." As they were walking, Remy wondered aloud, "I wonder what mon chere is doing in the Danger Room at this time of night?" He was surprised when Kitty answered "She's training."
"For what?"
"She's trying to perfect how to use two katana's."
"What are those?"
"Japanese fighting swords. I told her I would help her but she told me she could do it herself." Kitty paused thoughtfully, then added, "She feels useless."
"What do you mean, petite?" Remy inquired as he stopped walking.
"Y'know, like, she can't help on missions." Kitty said, coming to a stop in front of the tall Cajun.
"Where would she get an idea like that?" Remy asked the small girl.
"I don't know, but one day she just snapped." Kitty looked into his eyes, and Remy knew she wanted him to ask the question he was thinking.
"What do you mean snapped?" Remy asked, not quite sure he wanted an answer.
"When she wakes up she trains for an hour and a half, then eats breakfast, then we go to school. When we get home she goes to the danger room again. She hardly eats any dinner, and then she goes back to the danger room. She barely sleeps at night, she's always tossing and turning, and she won't listen to anyone. We tell her she's too thin for her body build and she just brushes us off. I don't know how to help her!" Kitty said desperately, close to tears.
"I will talk to her, petite, voice your concerns in a language that girl understands." Remy said.
"The Danger Room is two doors down this hall on the right." Kitty said, then added, "Thank you, Remy."
"Sure thing, petite. I hate to see a cute girl like you crying this much for someone else. Try crying for yourself sometime, non?" Remy said, giving Kitty a comforting pat on her shoulder.
When Remy entered the viewing room of the Danger Room, he saw the object of his attention. Marie D'Ancanto, commonly Referred to as Rogue. "You're gonna hurt yourself with those giant steak knives if you aren't careful." He said through the loud speaker.
"What do you want, Cajun?" Rogue said, not even looking up. 'Since she won't come to me, I'll have to go to her.' Remy thought.
"Chere," Remy said, making Rogue jump a little. "What ya doin'?" He asked, simply.
"Can't you see what I'm doing?" Rogue said going back to what she was doing, or she would have if Remy had not taken hold of her arms.
"That's not what I meant." Remy took a step closer to Rogue, closing the gap between them. "Why you makin' your friends worry for ya'? Petite Chat is worried to the point of tears, and I don't like that." Remy tried to look for anything in Rogues eyes, but she refused to make eye contact.
"Why are they so worried about me? Why do they even care?" Rogue asked quietly.
"Because they are your family. They love you, Chere, they don't like to see you like this. Now why don't you tell Remy what's goin' on in that head o' yours? I'm here for you, Chere, and I won't leave, so you can always come to me." Remy said.
"I have to train," Rogue said.
"Not this much-" Remy was cut off when Rogue looked at him saying, "Yes, I do."
"Why?" Remy asked.
"I have to be the best at hand to hand, and if that means I have to train harder, well then I'll have to deal with it." Rogue said, firmly. "I have to, because I can't do anything else. I have to be perfect, because if I can't be perfect, then there's no place for me next to the X-Men." She looked down again, but Remy could see the tears threatening to spill over.
"Chere?" Remy put his thumb and forefinger on Rogues chin, making her look at him. "You may not have a place next to the X-Men, but you will always have a place next to good ol' Remy LeBeau, and together we're invincible." At that, Rogues tears spilled over at the sincere words Remy had spoken. "and just between us, Chere, you have been perfect since the moment I first saw you."
"D-do you think th-they're m-mad at me?" Rogue asked.
"Non, Chere, they worry for you. Worrying is a good thing. It's what family's do. They worry about you, and know when you're messin' up, so listen to your family more often. Sometimes they have something worthwhile to say." Remy said, wrapping his arms around her small frame. "And besides, I can't take a skeleton to dinner if she's gonna blow away in the wind." Remy joked pulling back to see Rogues reaction.
"Don't make fun of me Swamp Rat!" Rogue said, taking a few steps back, looking offended.
"You don't have to worry 'bout a thing, Rogue, because as long as I'm with you, you'll always be perfect. You don't have to be the best Rogue, just b yourself and you'll do fine." Remy said, not moving, just watching Rogue think about his words.
"Yeah." Is all she said before she dropped the swords. They clanged loudly on the metal floor. "Let's get outta here." She said, inking her arm with Remy's, surprising him yet again by saying, "I would love to go to dinner with you, Remy, but keep your wanderin' hands to yourself, ya got that?" Rogue said, being as stern as she could with such a charming man on her arm.
"I would never think of doin' that to a lady such as yourself." Remy said, smirking devilishly.
"Good thing I ain't a lay then, huh?" Rogue said, as the Danger Room doors shut.