Disclaimer: I don't own X men if I did it would still be running.
My Angel
Chere
He watched her sleeping form with a caring look. He watched her light breathing, enjoying the rhythmic pattern as he leaned against the window. Remy had always been drawn to the dark girl. He just didn't know how much until he found himself by her bedside. Once more, Remy praised God that her roommate wasn't there.
A white stripe fell across her face. Remy couldn't help but feel like he was watching an angel. His light in the dark since the day they meet. His chere. His Rogue.
Remy moved the lock of hair away from her face. With a sigh Remy kissed her on the forehead, feeling a little bit dizzy he quickly drew back. With one last look he escaped through the window, leaving his Rogue with a smile on his face.
Kayata and Chere: Roommates
"Kayata?" Piotr asked Kitty gentle as he shook her.
She barely stirred. With a sigh, Piotr put away his sketch book and pencils. Seeing no other way, Piotr picked up Kitty bridal style. He smiled softly as she put her head on his shoulder while he moved up the stairs.
As he moved down the halls to her bedroom he wondered if a girl like her could ever love him. Could she look past the fact he worked for Magneto? Would she forgive him if he brought Gambit and Pyro to Xavier's side? Would she be able to forget Lance and never think him second best?
Piotr sighed as he opened the door, there was too many questions swirling around his head. His steps heavy he walked towards her bed, and gently laid her down. Using easy movements, he pulled off her shoes and pulled out her hair tie.
"What would I do without you, Kayata?" Piotr asked softly as he lightly touched her brown wavy hair.
"Be in a metal dome ran by a crazy homme?" a Cajun voice suggested from the darkness.
"Gambit, what are you doing here?" Piotr demanded as he shifted forms.
"Saying good night to mon chere, She be addictive, no?" Remy replied as he stepped into the pale light.
"Your chere is Rogue? But she can't touch! And she hates you!" Piotr whispered harshly as he tried to make his friend see reason.
"Love isn't always about touch, Pete. And de fille she's just afraid of Remy. She sees too much of him in her." Remy explained quietly.
Piotr stayed silent as he saw Remy crawl through the window. The one thing he never expected to see was Remy Lebeau - Southern womanizer - holding a silent flame for the untouchable Goth known only as Rogue. Maybe he had a chance yet.
"Goodnight Kayata." Piotr said with a small smile on his usually somber face.
Sheila
"Aw, sheila come on now. You've got to get up. Come on please?" John pleaded with the unconscious form of Scarlet Witch.
However, where she might have once sent a hex, she remained unresponsive. A terrible battle against the X men made a building collapse upon her. Her black and blue body now remained in coma. John placed his head in his arms as he tried to muffle his sobs.
The last person since Remy left had been taken away from him. Fate is truly cruel, he thought glumly. She had been a source of happiness for him ever since his lovely fire lost her heat. Now, she was gone.
Breathing in deeply, John pushed himself away from her bedside. Laughing bitterly, he stood up as tears threatened to choke him.
"Stop crying you, idiot. Wouldn't you say that if you saw me now?" John asked chuckling as he wiped his eyes with an orange sleeve.
"No. I would tell you I'm not dead so go take a shower." Wanda said faintly as she opened her crystal eyes pierced his soul.
"Sheila!" John said as he rushed to her side.
"Moron. Haven't I told you not to call me that?" Wanda asked teasingly.
"Since when have I listened?"
"Never. I guess that's what I like about you."
"Is that you sheila or the meds.?"
"Does it matter?"
"I guess not, glad you're awake sheila." John said as he kissed her knuckles.
