Set: Post- 'Self Possessed' Pre- 'Under Lock and Key'
Disclaimer: Don't own em' don't have permission to use em'…
~A Walk In The Park~
Inside the infirmary, Rogue lay, awake. The past week had been a nightmare with all the circumstances involving her mutant powers, let alone the constant pity and attention she had been receiving from the other X-Men.
The board stiff bed and the paper fabric sheets didn't help matters and it sure as hell hadn't forced the week along any faster than a snails pace. Each day was a torment of boredom and pain.
Boredom from the lack of things to do, other than sleep. Pain her aching body received from the bed. The other pain, which was the reason she was here, her head. Ever since the Professor cleared the voices and people from her mind it has left her empty. The constant blinding pain in the back of her skull was an after effect from her head clearance.
Among other things cabin fever had taken a hold of her for the second straight day. She looked at the clock, 9:00. It seemed that another restless night was at hand. Rogue thought against staying any longer. She had to get out of this bed, this room and away from the mansion. A nice walk would do her some good.
Slowly, she forced herself up out of bed. Once her legs touched the ground her head began to spin. Too much so that she sat back down on the bed to slow the spinning.
When the room was still Rogue got up again. Fortunately Kitty had brought some of her clothes down to help Rogue feel a little more comfortable.
She quickly changed into her attire. Since she was limited on her makeup selection, having none at present, she decided to leave without any. Besides, who could see her face too well in the dark?
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Remy sat, bored out of his mind. It had been a while since he had joined the Acolytes and early on the other members learned not to play cards with the young thief.
So here he was sitting in the 'lounge room', which they decided on calling it. That consisted of a couch, two chairs and a television. In the couch Piotr sat. St. John sat on one of the chairs that was closet to the television. Both of their attention drawn to the set.
Remy, out of boredom, fidgeted with his playing cards. Making them appear and disappear with a simple flick of the wrist.
As he flipped through the deck one card fell from his grasp. When Remy bent over to pick up the card he momentarily received a flashback. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Gambit goin' for a walk," he said, leaving the duo to the television. Neither acknowledged his departure with much care.
He held the card before his eyes once again, the king of hearts.
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Rogue had to walk slowly, since she was still weak from everything and having bed rest for a week didn't help the situation any. Without realizing it she was heading towards Bayville Park.
Figuring no one would recognize her with the limited lighting, she came to a swing set and to a seat on one. Unconsciously she rocked herself with her feet dragging on the ground. Soon her eyes were closed and she took in the fresh air. Slowly she began to drift off to sleep, until she heard someone come up behind her.
Rogue shot up ready to defend herself. As her eyes adjusted she saw the familiar figure in front of her. Remy smiled, he had followed her ever since he saw her leave the mansion.
"Good evenin', cherie," he greeted, bowing his head.
Rogue took a step back, unsure whether she should be nervous of the encounter because she was still weak or mad at the charm that made her blush. "Good evenin' yourself, swamp rat," she said.
Remy's smile broadened. "Why you call Gambit such names, chere?" he asked stepping forward.
Rogue retreated, "I seem to recall some arrogant enemy of mine giving me an explosive card during our first encounter," she said.
"Would it help to know that was a low level kinetically charged card?" Remy advanced once again. Rogue stopped backing up.
"What? Why would you…"
"Gambit would never hurt a beautiful woman, such as yourself," he answered, brushing his fingers across her cheek, "you look much more beautiful without your makeup, chere."
Angry, Rogue grabbed his hand from her face and shoved him back. Remy hadn't expected the counter reaction and stumbled back a few feet. Rogue nearly blacked out from the energy she used in pushing the Cajun away.
She fell, weakly, expecting to hit the hard ground but instead fell into Gambit's outstretched arms.
"You okay, chere?" he asked, concerned. 'Concerned?' Remy thought. 'Remy never felt like this about a girl before.'
Rogue struggled against his strong arms until she could no more. The last words she spoke before slipping to unconsciousness were, "Let me go you…"
Remy held her for a few moments, so he was sure she was alright and not about to wake up. He picked her up and carried her back to the mansion.
Remy walked up to the mansion's front doors without a single assault. He rang the door bell and readjusted Rogue in his arms. She moaned softly and he could feel his heart melting.
Suddenly the door opened. "Hello, one eye," Remy said. Scott glared at the man before him then looked at his unconscious teammate in Remy's arms.
"What did you do to her?" Scott demanded. His hand raised towards his glasses.
"Gambit do nothing to la belle. Gambit talk to her in the park. She got mad, got a little physical and it took a lot out of her. Gambit bring her home safe and sound."
"You think I'd fall for a lame story like that you…" Scott was interrupted by the Professor's telepathy.
"Scott no! I have read his thoughts. He is telling you the truth."
"Look, Gambit don't care whether you believe him or not. Dat's what happened. If you don't mind returning her to where she is able to recover, den Gambit be much obliged." Scott looked down at the unconscious girl, then back at Gambit.
"Alright, I believe you. Thanks for bringing her home. I'm sure she'll be grateful." He motioned for Remy to hand Rogue over. With a final glance Remy stepped forward, placing Rogue in Scott's arms.
"Sweet dreams, chere," he whispered. Then turned and departed the grounds.
Rogue was settled back into bed by the time Hank got to the infirmary. After a quick medical scan of her condition Hank turned to Scott, whom stood over Rogue.
"She's sleeping. Her little adventure took a lot out of her," he said, placing an arm on Scott's shoulder. "She'll be fine after a good nights sleep," Hank said and began returning his medical equipment back into its place.
"Are you coming, Scott?" Hank asked, standing in the doorway. "Scott?"
"Huh, oh, no. Thanks Mr. McCoy. I think I'll stay here for the night. Make sure she doesn't wake up and take another adventure," Scott said.
Smiling, Hank left the infirmary and headed back to his laboratory. He wanted to finish the experiment he was working on tonight.
Scott pulled a chair up next to the bed. He wasn't sure why, but he suddenly felt an surge of protection, like a brother would a sister, fill him. Crossing his arms over his chest, it wasn't long before he was asleep.
In Rogue's pile of clothing she wore out to the park, was the queen of hearts.
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Remy was on his way back to Magneto's base when he felt someone tapping into his mind.
Normally, Remy could stop them from entering his mind but he was too distracted, his thoughts of Rogue clouding his mind.
Once he tapping faded his mind had been completely taken over. Mesmero stepped out from a nearby alley.
A smile covered his face as he instructed Gambit to help him obtain a part from the Worthington estate.
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As always review! And THANKS a BUNCH for reading!
Disclaimer: Don't own em' don't have permission to use em'…
~A Walk In The Park~
Inside the infirmary, Rogue lay, awake. The past week had been a nightmare with all the circumstances involving her mutant powers, let alone the constant pity and attention she had been receiving from the other X-Men.
The board stiff bed and the paper fabric sheets didn't help matters and it sure as hell hadn't forced the week along any faster than a snails pace. Each day was a torment of boredom and pain.
Boredom from the lack of things to do, other than sleep. Pain her aching body received from the bed. The other pain, which was the reason she was here, her head. Ever since the Professor cleared the voices and people from her mind it has left her empty. The constant blinding pain in the back of her skull was an after effect from her head clearance.
Among other things cabin fever had taken a hold of her for the second straight day. She looked at the clock, 9:00. It seemed that another restless night was at hand. Rogue thought against staying any longer. She had to get out of this bed, this room and away from the mansion. A nice walk would do her some good.
Slowly, she forced herself up out of bed. Once her legs touched the ground her head began to spin. Too much so that she sat back down on the bed to slow the spinning.
When the room was still Rogue got up again. Fortunately Kitty had brought some of her clothes down to help Rogue feel a little more comfortable.
She quickly changed into her attire. Since she was limited on her makeup selection, having none at present, she decided to leave without any. Besides, who could see her face too well in the dark?
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Remy sat, bored out of his mind. It had been a while since he had joined the Acolytes and early on the other members learned not to play cards with the young thief.
So here he was sitting in the 'lounge room', which they decided on calling it. That consisted of a couch, two chairs and a television. In the couch Piotr sat. St. John sat on one of the chairs that was closet to the television. Both of their attention drawn to the set.
Remy, out of boredom, fidgeted with his playing cards. Making them appear and disappear with a simple flick of the wrist.
As he flipped through the deck one card fell from his grasp. When Remy bent over to pick up the card he momentarily received a flashback. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Gambit goin' for a walk," he said, leaving the duo to the television. Neither acknowledged his departure with much care.
He held the card before his eyes once again, the king of hearts.
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Rogue had to walk slowly, since she was still weak from everything and having bed rest for a week didn't help the situation any. Without realizing it she was heading towards Bayville Park.
Figuring no one would recognize her with the limited lighting, she came to a swing set and to a seat on one. Unconsciously she rocked herself with her feet dragging on the ground. Soon her eyes were closed and she took in the fresh air. Slowly she began to drift off to sleep, until she heard someone come up behind her.
Rogue shot up ready to defend herself. As her eyes adjusted she saw the familiar figure in front of her. Remy smiled, he had followed her ever since he saw her leave the mansion.
"Good evenin', cherie," he greeted, bowing his head.
Rogue took a step back, unsure whether she should be nervous of the encounter because she was still weak or mad at the charm that made her blush. "Good evenin' yourself, swamp rat," she said.
Remy's smile broadened. "Why you call Gambit such names, chere?" he asked stepping forward.
Rogue retreated, "I seem to recall some arrogant enemy of mine giving me an explosive card during our first encounter," she said.
"Would it help to know that was a low level kinetically charged card?" Remy advanced once again. Rogue stopped backing up.
"What? Why would you…"
"Gambit would never hurt a beautiful woman, such as yourself," he answered, brushing his fingers across her cheek, "you look much more beautiful without your makeup, chere."
Angry, Rogue grabbed his hand from her face and shoved him back. Remy hadn't expected the counter reaction and stumbled back a few feet. Rogue nearly blacked out from the energy she used in pushing the Cajun away.
She fell, weakly, expecting to hit the hard ground but instead fell into Gambit's outstretched arms.
"You okay, chere?" he asked, concerned. 'Concerned?' Remy thought. 'Remy never felt like this about a girl before.'
Rogue struggled against his strong arms until she could no more. The last words she spoke before slipping to unconsciousness were, "Let me go you…"
Remy held her for a few moments, so he was sure she was alright and not about to wake up. He picked her up and carried her back to the mansion.
Remy walked up to the mansion's front doors without a single assault. He rang the door bell and readjusted Rogue in his arms. She moaned softly and he could feel his heart melting.
Suddenly the door opened. "Hello, one eye," Remy said. Scott glared at the man before him then looked at his unconscious teammate in Remy's arms.
"What did you do to her?" Scott demanded. His hand raised towards his glasses.
"Gambit do nothing to la belle. Gambit talk to her in the park. She got mad, got a little physical and it took a lot out of her. Gambit bring her home safe and sound."
"You think I'd fall for a lame story like that you…" Scott was interrupted by the Professor's telepathy.
"Scott no! I have read his thoughts. He is telling you the truth."
"Look, Gambit don't care whether you believe him or not. Dat's what happened. If you don't mind returning her to where she is able to recover, den Gambit be much obliged." Scott looked down at the unconscious girl, then back at Gambit.
"Alright, I believe you. Thanks for bringing her home. I'm sure she'll be grateful." He motioned for Remy to hand Rogue over. With a final glance Remy stepped forward, placing Rogue in Scott's arms.
"Sweet dreams, chere," he whispered. Then turned and departed the grounds.
Rogue was settled back into bed by the time Hank got to the infirmary. After a quick medical scan of her condition Hank turned to Scott, whom stood over Rogue.
"She's sleeping. Her little adventure took a lot out of her," he said, placing an arm on Scott's shoulder. "She'll be fine after a good nights sleep," Hank said and began returning his medical equipment back into its place.
"Are you coming, Scott?" Hank asked, standing in the doorway. "Scott?"
"Huh, oh, no. Thanks Mr. McCoy. I think I'll stay here for the night. Make sure she doesn't wake up and take another adventure," Scott said.
Smiling, Hank left the infirmary and headed back to his laboratory. He wanted to finish the experiment he was working on tonight.
Scott pulled a chair up next to the bed. He wasn't sure why, but he suddenly felt an surge of protection, like a brother would a sister, fill him. Crossing his arms over his chest, it wasn't long before he was asleep.
In Rogue's pile of clothing she wore out to the park, was the queen of hearts.
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Remy was on his way back to Magneto's base when he felt someone tapping into his mind.
Normally, Remy could stop them from entering his mind but he was too distracted, his thoughts of Rogue clouding his mind.
Once he tapping faded his mind had been completely taken over. Mesmero stepped out from a nearby alley.
A smile covered his face as he instructed Gambit to help him obtain a part from the Worthington estate.
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As always review! And THANKS a BUNCH for reading!