The Girl with the Gloves
Rating: K
Genre: Romance and Adventure
Chapter: 1-The Bar
He noticed her the moment she came in. And how could he not? She didn't dress like a person going into the bar; no slutty tops, really short miniskirts or push-up bras. No, she was dressed differently. She wore a sweater with really long sleeves and a pair of thick gloves was slapped on her hands. A scarf was wrapped around her neck and she kept on ducking down as if she was trying to avoid someone. Remy thought that she was too overdressed for April.
Remy Lebeau didn't get a good look at her face with her always ducking down but he could tell that she had a great body. Despite all the cover-ups he could still make out the curves that sloped down in the right places.
Remy was interested in her and he couldn't focus on the poker game anymore. He watched as at least a dozen guys approached her all of whom left faster than they first arrived. The intrigued him even more. Just as he was about to show his royal flush he saw her face and it was the most belle face he has ever seen. Two white strips framed her lily-white face.
The dealer took it that he folded.
He scowled. He stayed in the game long enough until he won his money back before gathering up his winnings and sauntering over to the girl.
"Bonjour chere," he said putting on his most charming smile.
The girl didn't answer. He suddenly felt a wave of sadness and sorrow.
"Um homme get this belle femme a drink," he ordered. He saw her eyes grow wide.
"What kind?" he asked.
"De most expensive drink you've got," he said.
"No."
Remy smirked. So she talks.
"Hm?"
"Non, if you don't understand no," she said in a clipped tone.
"Ah you speak French chere?" he asked.
"I'm not your chere," she growled.
"Oh yes we're in da north. I forgot. Uh how do you people say it…oh yes baby?" he smirked.
"Just leave me alone!"
The bar tender chose that moment to hand Remy the drink. Remy grabbed himself a chair and sat down. He then pushed the drink towards her.
"Fahne! But yah wastin' yah cash. Ah'm not drinkin' it," she said raising her chin up. It was then that Remy realized that she was from the South. Her voice was just dripping with Southern accent.
"A Southern femme! Well we get along just fine chere, I'm sure. Y' see I'm from the south too," he smirked.
"From the swamps more like it," she muttered under her breath.
"You've got a thing against swamps chere?" he asked.
"Just go away," she snapped in irritancy.
"Well guess what chere? I'm not leaving until you finish that drink," he said.
She didn't touch it.
"Let's play a game," he said taking his cards out.
She didn't answer.
"You pick a card out and I guess it. If I guess it right…I'ma ask you a question. If I am wrong…"
"You'll leave me alone?" she asked in a hopeful tone.
"Oui."
Remy let her choose after shuffling. She picked one up and he started to guess.
"Queen of Hearts."
His lucky lady.
"No," she said averting her eyes downward.
Remy frowned.
"You're lying…"
"I'm not."
"Then show me your card."
She looked reluctant but after awhile she finally showed him her card. Queen of Hearts. Of course Remy Lebeau was never wrong.
"OK first of all why aren't you drinkin'?" he asked eyeing her drink.
"Ah told yah ah ain't drinking'. Besides ah hate alcohol," she said looking at the drink with distaste.
"Why?" he asked.
"They could kill ya," she said.
Remy just shrugged and drank the drink instead. Remy then held the cards up.
"What's the point? You'll get it right again anyway," she said bitterly.
"Point taken. Then I guess I'll just as the question right away," he smirked.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Rogue."
"Dat's not a name," he commented.
"That is mah name," she said bitterly. Remy felt another wave of sadness.
This fille must be suicidal, Remy thought.
"Okay chere next question. Where you headin'?" he asked as soon as he saw the duffel bag next to her.
"Anywhere….anywhere but New York," she said.
Another wave of sadness.
"What's in New York?"
"Nothing that concerns you," she snapped.
"So where you goin' now? How you gonna get there?" he asked.
"I'm thinking Mississippi. Maybe mah parents'll take me back," she said after a long pause.
"You ran away? Or did they kick you out of the house?" he asked.
"You can just say that they're scared of me…," she said as a smile played on her lips.
By now Remy would've left after all the emotions he just felt from her. He wasn't into depressed girls. But at the same time there was something about her that drew him in. There was something appealing about her.
"I'm heading back to the south chere. You're welcome to come with me. Maybe we can go sight-seeing in New'Awlins," he said winking.
She rolled her eyes before saying, "I think I can fend for mahself."
"Oh yeah chere? Then tell me…how are you gonna get there?" he said leaning closer to her.
Rogue was about to retort something when she suddenly froze. She stood up abruptly and started to walk off. Remy felt a mixture of resentment, relief and anger. Pure, raw anger.
"Where are you going?" he demanded chasing after her.
All she said was, "I can't let them find me." before rushing out the bar through the back door.
…
"Are you sure she's here?" Piotr asked looking around the bar.
A gorgeous blonde next to him flicked her cornsilk before flashing him a look of annoyance. She only came until Piotr's shoulders and she had the most brilliant color of blue for eyes.
"Of course," she said.
"Yes, she's here," Ororo said coming up from behind them.
The blonde flashed Piotr an I-told-you-so look before directing her attention to Ororo who was busy telling them all she knew.
"She took off about the moment she came in," the blonde said.
"Emma can you read her mind?' Ororo asked.
Emma's face contorted into a look of concentration.
"No. I'm trying but she's blocking me," Emma frowned.
"She's very good at shielding herself," Ororo nodded.
"I'm gonna start asking more people," Piotr said as he walked towards a poker game.
"We have to be discreet. Don't do anything that may lead people to notice us," Ororo called after him.
The blonde—Emma—rolled her eyes before saying sarcastically, "As if a white-haired lady and a seven-foot giant in leather is hard to notice."
"Well we're trying to be more discreet than we are now," Ororo said smiling.
"I don't see the point of trying to bring this…Rogue…girl back. I've read her mind once and she certainly doesn't want to see any of us. Well maybe except for Logan," Emma whined.
"She's family and she's been gone for over a month now. With her powers now returned she could cause havoc. Especially since the cure seemed to only make it worse," Ororo said her brows knitting in worry.
"Rogue left her bag!" Kurt Wagner said coming up from behind them.
"She was with a guy. Some guy named Gambit," Piotr said excitedly.
"Gambit…" Storm murmured. The name sounded familiar although she just couldn't put her finger to it.
"Well I suggest we get a move on it. They can't be far," Emma said.
All of them hurried outside and once they reached the X-jet Ororo turned to Emma and said, "Try to get find them!"
"I can't! This Gambit guy is he's also pretty good at blocking his thoughts," Emma frowned.
"The he's a mutant," Piotr murmured.
Although everyone was sharing worried looks Kurt just laid back in his seat and said confidently, "Rogue is a smart cookie. She can defend herself just fine."
…
"Well hello m'dear. You looked just as fantastic as ever," Magneto said from his seat.
"Eric," Mystique acknowledged with a hint of scorn in her voice.
"I thought we weren't friends anymore," Magneto smiled mockingly.
"We aren't," she said curtly.
"But then why are you here. Trying to claim your place with me I suppose," Magneto smirked.
"Good guess. But now my services don't come free," Mystique deadpanned.
"Name your fee," Magneto said.
"My fee will come in due time. But in the mean time tell me what I need to do,"
Mystique said in a low voice.
Magneto smiled before saying, "We're going to get some old friends back and I'm thinking of a….family reunion."