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Author's Note: Hi! Did you all forget about me?? Terribly sorry about my long absence. You know how it is…school…work…laziness. But, here's another story from me, its Remy/Rogue of course, it takes place sometime…I dunno, sometime when the X-Men were all still together as X-Men. Oh, and to all the people who read my story "A New Day," due to ff.net's decision to remove all NC-17 based stories (GRRR) I will be reposting (hopefully soon) an edited version of he story (though I find it interesting that you have to be 17 years old to get into an "R" rated movie, essentially making them NC-17, but I digress). So yeah, be on the lookout for that. I'm also considering archiving the original version on another fan fiction site…if anybody has any suggestions feel free to…hint hint…give me a review and a suggestion! Ok enough of my ramblings. Onward to the story!!!
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A Day In The Life:
A Remy and Rogue story as seen through the eyes of the other X-Men.
JEAN
'Dammit,' thought the red-headed telepath. 'Why does nobody ever throw away the milk carton after they empty it?' she wondered as she poured her dry Cheerios back into their box.
Breakfast in the X-mansion never was easy. If it wasn't lack of food, it was a food fight, most likely instigated by their resident popsicle, Bobby Drake. As Jean began searching the pantry for something else to eat, Rogue came through the door and headed to the fridge.
"If you're looking for milk, there isn't any," said Jean as she grabbed a bag of cinnamon bagels from the shelf. "I tried that already."
Rogue smiled lightly. "Actually Ah was just wantin' some apple juice. Seems Ah'm one of the only people around here who likes the stuff, so Ah usually get mah breakfast."
"Lucky," Jean murmured as she took a bite of her bagel. "So," she asked as Rogue got a glass from the cabinets, "what'd you do last night?"
"A whole lotta nothin'!" Rogue grinned. "It was very nice. Just stayed up in mah room, watched a couple of movies, took a long, hot bath, an' went ta bed. Ah sweah, Ah have really been enjoyin' some down time."
"I know what you mean. I don't remember the last time we had this much of a vacation from having to save the world."
Remy came into the kitchen to the sound of lighthearted laughter, one of which he recognized before he set foot through the door.
"Mornin' chere," said Remy as he swiftly removed the glass of apple juice from Rogue's hand.
"Hey! Ah was drinkin' that!" Rogue complained.
"Oui! An' it's mighty good too!" he grinned just before downing the rest of the glass.
He mock-shivered at the death stare he got from Rogue. "Oh quit poutin' chere, Remy get you another glass."
Rogue tried to suppress her smile, but failed miserably. Remy noticed this, and decided to run with it.
"Dere's dat belle smile I remember. How come you didn't come out wit' me an' Logan last night, cherie?" he asked as he handed her another glass of juice.
"Ah dunno, Ah just wanted some quiet time, an' Ah know from experience that just don't happen when Ah'm out with the two of you!" she said as she got up from the table.
"Where d'ya t'ink you're goin' chere? I missed you las' night…thought maybe we'd spend today t'gether?" He snaked his arms around her waist and refused to let her leave the kitchen.
"That sounds fine, Remy, but cain't a girl get dressed?"
"Hmmm…I t'ink dis is a better look for ya," he teased as he tugged on the t-shirt she was wearing, everybody knowing it was actually his.
"Ah bet ya do," she said ruefully. "Well can Ah grab somethin' ta eat then?" she asked, daring him to say the smart-ass comment undoubtedly on the tip of his tongue.
He wisely chose to ignore it. "Hey, no problem, chere," he grinned mischievously. That got an even wider grin and a slight blush from Rogue. She grabbed an orange from the fruit basket on the table and turned to the sink to peel it.
Jean, this whole time, sat at the table silently chewing her bagel. She knew that the moment Remy had stepped into the room that Rogue forgot all about her being even two feet away from her. She watched as Rogue began peeling her orange, and Remy came up next to her and placed his hand at the small of her back. He touched her all the time, whenever he was within arms length, he took advantage of it. Jean marveled at how far Rogue had come with her comfort level around people, and she knew that Remy had a lot to do with it. His incessant proximity to her used to irritate her to no end, but lately, Jean guessed, she had come to rely on it. He was one of the only people who touched her without flinching, and who she allowed herself to be touched by without flinching.
Jean smiled as she saw Remy sneaking a slice of orange away from Rogue, then giving the her the "innocent face" when she glared at him playfully. There was love there, no doubt about that, whether they cared to admit it to each other or not. Jean frowned slightly. She couldn't help but imagine what it must be like for them. She dared not pity them. She knew they wouldn't want that, not ever. But she could not help but wish that they didn't have to have it so hard all the time. They made the best of it when they could, but she knew that there was something missing, and they knew it too. Jean shuddered at the thought that she for some reason could never touch Scott…never kiss him, never make love with him, not even hold his hand without gloves. She didn't think she could do it. And for that she held a great admiration for the two young lovers.
Jean pushed her thoughts away when she happened to overhear Rogue suggest they go for a walk after breakfast. "Hey you two," Jean said. "You may have to postpone until after this morning's Danger Room exercise," she reminded them.
Both groaned. "Damn. Ah forgot. Ah sweah, Jean, yoah husband can be a real killjoy sometimes."
Jean smiled. "Yeah I know. But what am I going to do? He is team leader."
"Ahh, but is he wife leader?" Remy teased. "I'm bettin' you could get him to change his mind about how to spend his morning!"
Jean cleared her throat in an attempt to hide her girlish giggle. She couldn't hide the pink tint that came to her cheeks however. "You are a pervert," she told him.
"Don't Ah know it!" Rogue interjected. They all shared a brief laugh.
"Anyway," Jean said, "we do still need the practice. See you two there in half an hour." Jean made her way out of the kitchen.
Remy and Rogue looked at each other and sighed. "Well, better go get ready, cajun. Ah'll see ya there," Rogue said as she headed towards the door.
"Yeah. Jus' ta let ya know, I'll prob'ly be late," he said.
"Ah figured," she smiled and reached out to give his butt a nice hard smack.
"OW!!"
CYCLOPS
"All right everybody. This will be a standard battle sequence. Nothing too strenuous, I'm not completely heartless. I know you're all looking forward to getting back to you're R&R. So, let's be quick and let's be accurate, and we can be out of here in less than two hours." Scott Summers surveyed the team standing before him, and immediately noticed that a certain someone was absent.
He sighed. "Okay…who was the last person to see Gambit?" Most eyes turned to Rogue.
"He told me he'd probably be late at breakfast," she offered.
"Of course he did," Scott gave a pleading look to the heavens. "All right. We'll give him three minutes."
The group stood around as the seconds ticked by on Scott's watch. He was growing more and more irate with each notch the second hand progressed. Gambit always seemed to know how to rub Cyclops the wrong way. He never followed orders, at least not before giving him a smart-ass comment first. He was another wild card, and after Wolverine that's one too many in his opinion. It wasn't an issue of trust, really. Scott knew he could count on Gambit as well as any other X-Man on the battlefield. Maybe that was part of the reason he didn't like him. He knew Gambit was a good team member. That meant Scott had no real reason for disliking Remy, save for simply disliking him. He considered it a weakness, not liking somebody for no good reason.
As his watch approached the two minutes and fifty seconds mark, Gambit strode casually through the sliding metal doors. "Gambit," Cyclops said, "so good of you to join us."
"No problem, mon ami. I do what I can." he grinned widely.
The hairs on the back of Scott's neck bristled as he heard the muffled chuckles ripple through the team. "All right then. Computer, start program."
The walls of the Danger Room melted away to form a large warehouse. The X-Men were suddenly hit with a barrage of energy beams and bullets. The sequence was going like clockwork. The team was working together quite beautifully. Cyclops always took the team's successes and failures straight to heart, and it made him quite proud when they were successful.
A sudden movement caught Scott's attention. The exercise had them taking on heavily armed terrorists with strength-enhancing body armor, and Rogue was across the way taking on three of them, and quite successfully at that. But Scott noticed that a fourth was hiding behind some stacked crates, getting ready to sneak attack Rogue. A split second before he could react, the terrorist shot Rogue in the back with his laser gun at full blast. She screamed out in pain.
The next thing Scott knew Gambit was upon the still-armed man before anyone, including himself, could do anything. Gambit yanked him up off of Rogue, and threw him into the steel wall. He grabbed him by his helmet, which he charged with kinetic energy before twisting the head around and snapping the neck of the terrorist. He moved away just before the body armor exploded.
"Computer! End program!" Scott yelled up to the observation booth. He strode over to Gambit who was helping Rogue up off the ground.
"Gambit! Just what in the hell did you think you were doing?!?"
Gambit looked Cyclops dead in the face. "I thought I was savin' my teammate's life, no thanks ta you!"
"You know damn well this was just an exercise and she would have been fine! Would you have gone and killed that guy if this was a real battle?"
"YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT I WOULD HAVE!" Gambit exploded, making the gathering team all jump back a bit. "You say dat dis jus' be an exercise, dat she be fine! Well den how come you always be tellin' us dat we supposed ta take dese exercises like dey was real, eh? If dis was a real battle, I would'a snapped de guy's neck an' probably ripped his heart out straight t'rough his chest! What, you sayin' you wouldn't do de same for Jean?" he spat out the words.
"That's not the--"
"Don' even fucking say it ain't de same t'ing. Don't even," Gambit's voice lowered to an ominous level. He looked over to Rogue, whom he was still supporting with his arms. "You alright, cherie?" he glanced over to Cyclops, who looked away.
"Yeah Ah'm alright. Feel pretty dumb for lettin' that guy get so close ta me though." Gambit looked at her closely. "Ah'm fine. Promise," she smiled. "But now mah back is kinda sore, so you get to give me a massage later."
He smiled back. "D'accord. It's a deal, den." He looked back to Cyclops. "Are we dismissed?" he asked coldly.
"Yes you all may go. I'll forgo the debriefing afterwards. Everyone have a good rest of the day."
"T'anks mon ami. You a real sport," grumbled Gambit as he brushed past Cyclops, Rogue still safely nestled in his arms.
Cyclops sighed heavily. Jean came over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You know you would have blown that guy's head off with one optic blast if that was me, Scott. More than that, I know it. Why so hard on Gambit?" she asked softly.
"I…don't know. I guess I…I just didn't realize…" he trailed off.
"Well," she smiled slightly, "now you do. What they have is real, Scott. It may be different from what you and I have, but that's because they have different things to deal with in their relationship. But it's just as strong and it's just as powerful. They love each other very much, and they have made the most of it with what they have. I think that's worth something, don't you?"
"Yes, actually. I do. I guess I can't blame him for wanting to protect the one who is most dear to him," he looked down at Jean as he said those words. "I love you darling."
"I love you too," she said. They kissed softly. "Let's go get cleaned up."
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Whaddya think? Terrible? Readable? Decent? Chapter 2 coming soon!