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She's the Rogue.

The Untouched.

The Untouchable.

The Soul Drainer.


It is painful when she gets people's memories, feelings and lives. She thinks vampires must find it painful too.

Gambit has red on black eyes and she wonders if that's a sign that they are meant for each other.

(one steals souls and another hearts)

'That's like totally morbid.' Kitty's psyche says.

Maybe, Rogue agrees.

'A devil and angel' psyche Kurt whispers.

Yes, Rogue thinks, but which is which?


The psyches are acting up again, yelling for freedom, for recognition, for answers, for peace. And Rogue is laying on her bed, just trying to breathe.

(inoutinoutinoutinout)

But at the moment, she is having a hard time remembering her very name.

(She fingers a playing card, the Queen of Hearts, it's significant)

Who am I?

(and a dozen people scream an answer)

Who is Rogue?

(and the only the sound of her breathing follows)


They spar.

No powers, but that doesn't mean it's easy

Gambit was a born on the streets and he fights like it.

(ruthless)

He is mocking her with his hypnotic eyes and devil may care grin.

"Come on, ma chere. Remy be needing a challenge."

So Rogue decides to give him one.

It's a kick, a block, a punch, a flip. It's a routine, a violent dance where the music is only heard by two.

(She hasn't danced with a boy since Cody-since she became the Rogue)

Then suddenly the dance stops (he gets too close) and she runs.


She wonders if any woman has taken his breath away, made Gambit (thief, player, hero, man) completely and utterly breathless, gasping for air.

Rogue hopes not.

(She would like to be the first.)


He's always there.

Nudging her shoulder, touching her gloved hand, standing so close that she can feel the very heat of his body.

(lingering in her wake)

'Watch it, Bub.' The Logan in her head barks.

But why, she asks, as Gambit brushes against her arm, uncaring of the consequences.

Doesn't he know she is poison personified?

(Why doesn't he run like all the others before him?)


Hey Gambit, she shouts one day, let's play a game. The first to fall in love loses.

(his eyes bright; his smile sure)

And the Rogue (untouched and untouchable) realizes she lost an eternity ago.