Kitty and Rogue are missing in the midst of a major anti-mutant break out
and are badly hurt when an unexpected savior comes to their rescue. Total
Romyness and possible Kitty pairing. Help me decide.
CHAPTER 1
Awaken the Goth
Rogue warily opened her tired eyes, squinting them at the bright light coming from the bulb on the ceiling above her.
She turned her head to the side and realized that the room she was residing in was not her own. It wasn't the med lab either.
The bed she was sleeping in was queen-sized as opposed to her regular twin bed. Not to mention the dresser and closet were in the wrong place. The room smelt faintly of cigarettes and cologne. Two things Rogue and Kitty didn't use or have in their room.
Rogue pulled her protesting body into an upright, sitting position when she heard the flipping sound of cards being shuffled somewhere in the room.
She felt the blood rushing to her head, her eyes remaining blurry. She let out an audible moan, clutching her head in her hands from the sudden headache coming on.
"Bout time de fille woke up. Taught maybe y' gon int' hibernation, non?" A husky, French accented boy asked as he sat, casually leaning back in the chair in the corner of the room, shuffling cards with ease.
Her vision cleared and she realized who the stranger was. Without thinking, she jerked her body out of the bed and planted her feet firmly on the ground, readying a fighting stance.
She must have gotten up too fast because the room started to spin and her legs refused to hold her. She dropped to the ground, still conscious but not for long.
The Goth braced herself for the feeling of her face colliding with the hard, wooden, ground. She was surprised when she had no such feeling and wasn't smashed into the floor.
She felt two strong arms wrap around her waist and hold her in place instead. She struggled in his arms, trying to get free, but he held her too tightly for her to do anything. A huge smirk plastered on his face when she tried to brake free.
"Lemme go y' dirty Swamp Rat." She ordered, though was in no position to be commanding anything of the Cajun.
"Gambit aint gonna hurt ya non chere." The Acolyte assured her in a flirtatious voice. He sat down on the bed, pulling her into his lap, arms still locked around her waist.
"Yeah, well sorry but Ah can't say tha same fer ya'll when Ah get mah hands on ya." She threatened venomously.
She squirmed in his lap, trying to get free. Remy laughed at her futile attempt, easily keeping her where she sat.
"An' exactly how y' gonna do dat chere?" He inquired, smiling down at her. Her arms were trapped at her sides keeping her from removing her gloves or coming into any skin contact with her enemy.
Remy sat in contempt relaxation, amused by Rogue's attempts of escape.
"Y'know chere, y' aint exactly bein nice t' yo savior." He commented.
"Savior!? Who thah hell do ya think ya are?" She asked, outraged.
"Mua? Gambit, Remy Le Beau, Prince o' Teives, King o' cards, Charmer o'-"
"Alright, alright! Ah'm sorry Ah asked. She said, cutting him off.
"So what makes ya think that ya'll can call yerself mah 'savior' as ya put it.?" She asked.
"Ya mean you don' rememba chere?" He never thought about the possibilities of head trauma or amnesia.
"Remember? Remember what?" The Goth asked. She had no idea what the hell this man was talking about.
"De Fight chere."
She sat in silence for a minute trying to remember. Then it hit her. Riots breaking loose outside the school, fires with tall flames surrounding her and Kitty.
Kitty couldn't phase because someone had thrown her up against a fire hydrant and knocked her out beside Rogue.
Rogue thought about touching Kitty and absorbing her so she could phase through the flames but she could barely stand up, let alone find the other girl in all the smoke.
She and Kitty were the only ones not home. People were calling her name but because of the smoky fire she could barely breathe, let alone answer. She inhaled so much smoke she'd eventually passed out.
She remembered opening her eyes once before she passed out completely. When she did, her eyes were met with a pair of red on black orbs staring back at her.
She remembered the owner of the eyes saying "Hold on chere, Remy gon' get ya outta here." Then she gave into the pain, heat and smoke and passed out in his arms.
Rogue sat still in his lap for a long time trying to sort things out. Principle Kelly had totally flipped out when he saw Kurt's real form and everything went downhill from there. That's when the riots started and that's when the fire spread.
It wasn't any of Magneto's goons who started the fires or were the source of the riots, it was Principle Kelly.
"Chere?" He asked, when she didn't say anything. She was just staring into space and she still didn't answer.
"Fire." She eventually said in a whispered voice.
"Oui dose flames were pretty big. Good ting you an' de otta petite femme got outta dere when ya did. She got it worse den you." He added, moving her onto the bed and off his lap.
He knelt down on the ground in front of her and took her gloved hands in his. You gon' be alright chere?" She nodded a yes. "Y'be a strong fille den.an' a beautiful one." He added shamelessly.
She blushed but it vanished immediately at the thought of what he'd said before.
"Wait. Other girl? What other girl?" She asked. She looked frantically at him for answers.
His face was grim. "Yo' friend. De petite one. She still be out." He said, pointing to the couch in the other room, which Rogue could see from her sitting position.
Rogue's eyes widened. "Kitty!" She jumped up and ran toward the door but was stopped and scooped up by the Cajun, bridal style.
"Whoa dere girl. Memba what happened las' time ya tried ta do dat." He reminded her.
She was totally taken back by what he'd just done. How he'd carried her. She didn't know weather or not she wanted to die of embarrassment from being so weak or kick his ass for making her feel even weaker.
She was about to object but he silenced her by taking her hand and putting her index finger over her mouth. His hands were still bare so he wasn't about to touch her skin. They'd both fall down.
"She gonna be okay. Don' worry chere. Jus' a lil bump on de head. We gon' take care o' her till she gets betta. Remy promises." He assured her. She relaxed a little and stopped gazing at her friend long enough to realize what was going on.
He had walked over to Kitty and sat down in the Lazy boy next to the couch that Kitty was residing in. Rogue found herself once again in the enemy's lap.
"Ya can put meh down now." Rogue insisted.
"Oui, Remy could.but he don' really wanna." He told her, keeping her in his arms.
'Oh God there's no way in Hell Ah'm makin it through this with mah sanity in tact.' She thought to herself. This was worse then double training sessions with Logan. Or at least that's how she saw it. He on the other hand was loving every minute of it.
End Chapter 1
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How'd you guys like it?
Review plz!
I don't want to update until I have five or more reviews. I'm hoping for more though.
Romy 4ever!
CHAPTER 1
Awaken the Goth
Rogue warily opened her tired eyes, squinting them at the bright light coming from the bulb on the ceiling above her.
She turned her head to the side and realized that the room she was residing in was not her own. It wasn't the med lab either.
The bed she was sleeping in was queen-sized as opposed to her regular twin bed. Not to mention the dresser and closet were in the wrong place. The room smelt faintly of cigarettes and cologne. Two things Rogue and Kitty didn't use or have in their room.
Rogue pulled her protesting body into an upright, sitting position when she heard the flipping sound of cards being shuffled somewhere in the room.
She felt the blood rushing to her head, her eyes remaining blurry. She let out an audible moan, clutching her head in her hands from the sudden headache coming on.
"Bout time de fille woke up. Taught maybe y' gon int' hibernation, non?" A husky, French accented boy asked as he sat, casually leaning back in the chair in the corner of the room, shuffling cards with ease.
Her vision cleared and she realized who the stranger was. Without thinking, she jerked her body out of the bed and planted her feet firmly on the ground, readying a fighting stance.
She must have gotten up too fast because the room started to spin and her legs refused to hold her. She dropped to the ground, still conscious but not for long.
The Goth braced herself for the feeling of her face colliding with the hard, wooden, ground. She was surprised when she had no such feeling and wasn't smashed into the floor.
She felt two strong arms wrap around her waist and hold her in place instead. She struggled in his arms, trying to get free, but he held her too tightly for her to do anything. A huge smirk plastered on his face when she tried to brake free.
"Lemme go y' dirty Swamp Rat." She ordered, though was in no position to be commanding anything of the Cajun.
"Gambit aint gonna hurt ya non chere." The Acolyte assured her in a flirtatious voice. He sat down on the bed, pulling her into his lap, arms still locked around her waist.
"Yeah, well sorry but Ah can't say tha same fer ya'll when Ah get mah hands on ya." She threatened venomously.
She squirmed in his lap, trying to get free. Remy laughed at her futile attempt, easily keeping her where she sat.
"An' exactly how y' gonna do dat chere?" He inquired, smiling down at her. Her arms were trapped at her sides keeping her from removing her gloves or coming into any skin contact with her enemy.
Remy sat in contempt relaxation, amused by Rogue's attempts of escape.
"Y'know chere, y' aint exactly bein nice t' yo savior." He commented.
"Savior!? Who thah hell do ya think ya are?" She asked, outraged.
"Mua? Gambit, Remy Le Beau, Prince o' Teives, King o' cards, Charmer o'-"
"Alright, alright! Ah'm sorry Ah asked. She said, cutting him off.
"So what makes ya think that ya'll can call yerself mah 'savior' as ya put it.?" She asked.
"Ya mean you don' rememba chere?" He never thought about the possibilities of head trauma or amnesia.
"Remember? Remember what?" The Goth asked. She had no idea what the hell this man was talking about.
"De Fight chere."
She sat in silence for a minute trying to remember. Then it hit her. Riots breaking loose outside the school, fires with tall flames surrounding her and Kitty.
Kitty couldn't phase because someone had thrown her up against a fire hydrant and knocked her out beside Rogue.
Rogue thought about touching Kitty and absorbing her so she could phase through the flames but she could barely stand up, let alone find the other girl in all the smoke.
She and Kitty were the only ones not home. People were calling her name but because of the smoky fire she could barely breathe, let alone answer. She inhaled so much smoke she'd eventually passed out.
She remembered opening her eyes once before she passed out completely. When she did, her eyes were met with a pair of red on black orbs staring back at her.
She remembered the owner of the eyes saying "Hold on chere, Remy gon' get ya outta here." Then she gave into the pain, heat and smoke and passed out in his arms.
Rogue sat still in his lap for a long time trying to sort things out. Principle Kelly had totally flipped out when he saw Kurt's real form and everything went downhill from there. That's when the riots started and that's when the fire spread.
It wasn't any of Magneto's goons who started the fires or were the source of the riots, it was Principle Kelly.
"Chere?" He asked, when she didn't say anything. She was just staring into space and she still didn't answer.
"Fire." She eventually said in a whispered voice.
"Oui dose flames were pretty big. Good ting you an' de otta petite femme got outta dere when ya did. She got it worse den you." He added, moving her onto the bed and off his lap.
He knelt down on the ground in front of her and took her gloved hands in his. You gon' be alright chere?" She nodded a yes. "Y'be a strong fille den.an' a beautiful one." He added shamelessly.
She blushed but it vanished immediately at the thought of what he'd said before.
"Wait. Other girl? What other girl?" She asked. She looked frantically at him for answers.
His face was grim. "Yo' friend. De petite one. She still be out." He said, pointing to the couch in the other room, which Rogue could see from her sitting position.
Rogue's eyes widened. "Kitty!" She jumped up and ran toward the door but was stopped and scooped up by the Cajun, bridal style.
"Whoa dere girl. Memba what happened las' time ya tried ta do dat." He reminded her.
She was totally taken back by what he'd just done. How he'd carried her. She didn't know weather or not she wanted to die of embarrassment from being so weak or kick his ass for making her feel even weaker.
She was about to object but he silenced her by taking her hand and putting her index finger over her mouth. His hands were still bare so he wasn't about to touch her skin. They'd both fall down.
"She gonna be okay. Don' worry chere. Jus' a lil bump on de head. We gon' take care o' her till she gets betta. Remy promises." He assured her. She relaxed a little and stopped gazing at her friend long enough to realize what was going on.
He had walked over to Kitty and sat down in the Lazy boy next to the couch that Kitty was residing in. Rogue found herself once again in the enemy's lap.
"Ya can put meh down now." Rogue insisted.
"Oui, Remy could.but he don' really wanna." He told her, keeping her in his arms.
'Oh God there's no way in Hell Ah'm makin it through this with mah sanity in tact.' She thought to herself. This was worse then double training sessions with Logan. Or at least that's how she saw it. He on the other hand was loving every minute of it.
End Chapter 1
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How'd you guys like it?
Review plz!
I don't want to update until I have five or more reviews. I'm hoping for more though.
Romy 4ever!