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Summary: Um, so this story has been written to death, you know the whole scene, Rogue left Remy in Antarctica, well for years my mind has been stuck on this story, and as this is my first attempt you will notice it is to get this idea out of my mind it must be bled from my fingers to the keyboard to escape, I think this is an original idea, but in case you are reading this (Ishandanhalf as you seem to read all Remy/Rogue) and it sounds familiar please let me know as I'm new to this whole fanfiction thingy.
So cold…Merde 'ell I'self would be 'elcome to 'dis. Dat what ya deserve. Be 'dankful to God him'elf for lettin' ya 'ave any 'appiness in 'dis life. Was merciful for 'er to love 'ya at all, even for one nigh'.
Such were the thoughts of Remy LeBeau, former thief, former hero, former everything. Nothing left but a shell of a man standing against the bitter Antarctic cold, trying to figured out why he was bothering to try and survive. Rogue. Green eyes danced in front of his face. The one thought that had kept him fighting himself the past few years, the one thing that brought him true happiness, but such things always come with a price, one that should have been demanded long ago. But she had left him, alone to die, she had played the judge the jury, and he was slowly resigning himself to her judgment of his crimes. Better off dead. Played 'dis game far longer 'dan should 'ave. Should 'ave folded long 'ime ago. Back in Seattle, saved her from it all. Such were the thoughts of Remy LeBeau, as he lay in the snow and gave in.
Beep…Beep…Beep………Beep………Beep……………BeepA man known as Essex watched the screen carefully, Looks as if his heart is slowly down too dangerously low…interesting he should be in Antarctica with no other signatures around. How providential.
"Clair my dear, let's go meet your brother, it seems he is in need of our assistance. "
Xavier Insititue..Danger Room Logan fights for his life, there are others who set the level no higher then 5, Logan makes it a habit to set it no lower than 8, on a bad day. Today it is at 10 with a curious and frightening mixture of robots, lasers, and blades, each designed to kill him if possible. Suddenly in mid- back flip the room stops, a few seconds later in walks the woman known to the world only as Rogue.
"Wolvie…Ah…Ah was wonderin'" As she struggles for words her emerald eyes swell with unshed tears. Logan knows they are for Gambit…. ever since she returned from Antarctica he consumes her thoughts. First was hatred then heartbreak…now…
"Could Ah borrow that nose of yours for a little trip down south?" She looks up with a flicker of hope.. "Ah was thinking…its only been…do you think he could…." She trails off biting her lip to keep tears in.
"Sure darlin', gumbo is annoyingly hard to get rid off. I'll meet you at the X-Jet." Patting her on the shoulder Logan exits, he knows the guilt she must feel, he has never been the biggest fan of the Cajun, but he made Rogue happy when she let him. And no matter what his sins of the past, the amount of lives he had saved as an X-Men far paid the penance. Logan had learned to respect Gambit for his style of fighting he fought like he didn't care if he died, much like Logan himself, that is what penance is all about, giving yourself totally for the good to absolve all the wrong.
The woman simply known as Clair moves to strap down an unconscious and freezing Gambit down onto a med slab at the back of Sinister's jet. She stares at him for a minute, Brother…so this is my brother…he looks familiar…more so than father…and yet, it doesn't feel like he is a brother, more like a pest. Or someone dangerous. Yet, I couldn't really expect to remember him, father says no memory since the accident that took mother.
"Hurry me dear, I'm afraid we shall have visitors soon and only one I wish to keep as a guest. Remy must be secured before you grab her they must be kept separate." Nodding to her father she goes back out to wait, her instructions are to grab the girl and get her into the cell without taking the man/animal.
Rogue stares out into the empty white expanse, searching for any sign of the man she still loves. Remy. Ah'm sorry…please be out there, hate me forever, just don't be gone. I love ya. She left him, left him to die here, she was out of her mind in grief, in shock, the man she loved, the man she trusted, had been the man behind one of the greatest tragedies she had ever witnessed. And yet, given time to sort thought and feel more than his self-hatred, to see the memories the moments that had led him there, she understood. What she didn't understand was why he couldn't. Why he hated himself so much everyday, hated himself for living, hated himself even more for each happy moment he had. It broke her heart to see every happy memory he had of her to be tainted by his self-loathing. Ah promise Rem, when we find ya' Ah'll make ya' see how wonderful ya' really are. Ah'll love ya' for both of us if ah have to.
"Head's up kid. There are some tracks." Her heart leaps within her chest as they land; she is out the door long before Logan is even unstrapped. Then suddenly she is gone.
"Rogue? Kid?" Logan calls, rushing after her…suddenly he stops and growls…the trail is cold, but in-between her and Gambits scents left behind is a scent of something almost sinister.
Kay, like or hate? Should I continue? Let me know.