New Beginning
By: Marina StormFire
X-Men: Evolution songfic
Summary: My own version of "Cajun Spice".
Disclaimer: I don't own the song or characters, which- respectively, belong to Avril Lavigne, KidsWB, and Marvel comics.
Main pairing: RoMy
Note: All chapters in the story have been edited to self-satisfaction. Hope everyone still enjoys.
Warning: May be slightly OOC-ish
Chapter 1: Leaving for Freedom
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
I'm giving up on everything
Because you messed me up
Don't know how much you
Screwed it up
It was barely light out, and Rogue was leaning on her balcony railing, breathing in the dawn mist. Since her headache and unintentionally setting Apocalypse free, she'd been feeling like everyone had been smothering her. Always asking if she was alright or something or other; Rogue quietly scoffed in derision at the annoying antics of the other teen mutants that resided in the same mansion. She hated being taken care of and wished that there was some understanding around that it wasn't her fault that she had a sucky mutation or that she was used by Mesmero to set Apocalypse free.
It didn't really take a genius to take one look at the Goth girl and find that she was unhappy. Not that said Goth girl would admit it to anyone, but it didn't change the fact that she was, indeed, unhappy. She needed to get outta here. Get out before she was smothered and it made her more irritated and annoyed. Quietly returning to her room, she got out her backpack and quietly started packing it with her clothes, extra gloves, her travel bag with her make-up, lotion, and other toiletries; a couple books, a journal, and saved up cash that she stashed in a wallet and stashed it in a pocket of her backpack. She'd figure something out when she got outta here.
Already she could hear the other students moving about and decided to make like she was gonna go to school and leave for good then. Quickly dressing in an off-shoulder purple long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans with the knees ripped out and tennis shoes, she applied her make-up, picked up her backpack, and made her way downstairs, where she snatched up an apple and made tracks out of the mansion with no one really paying attention to her, yet at the same time were wary of her every movement.
You never listened
That's just too bad
Because I'm moving on
I won't forget
You were the one that was wrong
I know I need to step up and be strong
Don't patronize me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wanting nothing more to do with any of them anymore, she made as if she were on her way to school and stopped by a coffee shop for some coffee and a croissanwich, seeing as it was a bit early to get to the school. She had yet to meet any of the others that were on their way to school.
Have you forgotten
Everything that I wanted
Do you forget it now
You never got it
Do you get it now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Just as she finished her coffee and breakfast, Kurt appeared in front of her with a *bamph*. 'Speak of the devil.' Rogue thought to herself and attempted to apologize to him.
"Wait, Kurt... ah... ah don' know w'at made meh do tha' t' Mystique. Ah jus'..." Kurt scoffed and shot back, "It's pretty clear, Rogue. There's only one reason to push someone off a cliff."
The words cut deep inside Rogue, and she inwardly cringed, and it furthered her current mindset that she was no longer wanted among the X-Men. Almost as if Kurt sensed something... hesitant about his adopted sister, he asked,
"Rogue, are you leaving or something?" Rogue closed her eyes and sighed, turning away slightly.
"Yeah… Ah mahght. Ah jus' need some tahme away f'm th' Institute fo' while," she said, and added quietly. "maybeh even Bayville. Though, Ah'm not sure if Ah'll come back or not." Shouldering her backpack, she glanced at Kurt from the corner of her eyes. She knew that he hadn't forgiven her for throwing Mystique off the cliff, just one more reason for her to leave. Feeling eyes on her, she hoped that Kurt would just leave already.
Gotta get away
There's no point in thinking about yesterday
It's too late now
It won't ever be the same
We're so different now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Almost as if he read her mind, he nodded silently then disappeared- not giving Rogue any clue as to if he caught the end of her statement or not. Sighing with relief, she turned and found a pair of red on black eyes staring right at her.
"Gambit." It was really all she could say. But it was a statement, rather than a question. He came out of the shadows of a shadowed doorway in an alley. Looking around her, she made sure that no one she knew was around and walked into the alley.
"Ello, Chere," He said, cocky grin in place, as he leaned against the doorway of the alley. "runnin' away now, are ya?"
Rogue nodded her head. "Ah can't stay here anymore. Ah'm a liability." She told him quietly, and walked his way. "you been stalkin' meh, Swamp Rat?"
Remy chuckled and shook his head. "Non, not stalkin', Chere, jus' lookin' out f'r ya. And since y'r runnin', how 'bout Gambit take ya down t' th' Big Easy. Jus' 'til ya figure out where y'r gonna go from dere."
It didn't take long for Rogue to say 'yes', as she only nodded. "Lead the way," She said resettling her backpack. "the sooner Ah'm outta here, the betteh. Ah'm not lookin' forward t' Logan havin' ta track meh down."
Have you forgotten
Everything that I wanted
Do you forget it now
You never got it
Do you get it now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Gotta get away
Remy motioned to follow him through the shadowed doorway. And without a backward glance toward the only home she knew, she followed. 'Dis be a little TOO easy.' The cajun thought to himself, as he led the way to his motorcycle, and climbed on, while handing her the extra helmet he brought along. Rogue quickly put on the helmet and climbed on behind him, resettling her backpack and wrapped her arms around his waist to hold on. "Let's go." She murmured, and felt the two-wheeled vehicle moved forward like a wild cat running.
I know I wanna run away
I know I wanna run away
Run away
If only I could run away
If only I could run away
Run away
I told you what I wanted
I told you what I wanted
What I wanted
But I was forgotten
I won't be forgotten
Never again
An hour and a half later, they arrived at the train station, where they hid the motorcycle and jumped into a near-empty boxcar. Taking off her backpack, she set it down and unzipping the bottom of the bag to reveal a semi-light forest green leather jacket, and put it on, and re-zipped the bag. She sat down and leaned against the back of the boxcar- across from the open door, where she saw Gambit leaning back on the boxcar door and watching her.
Remy watched the dark and untouchable fille set down and pull out a forest green leather jacket from her backpack and put it on. "Cold, chere?" he asked, and saw her eyes flash with slight annoyance. He grinned that cocky grin. He so enjoyed riling this fille up, the way her emerald eyes would flash with her emotions.
"Not really… well…. Maybeh a little." She said, relenting a little with her honesty. Remy walked over to her and sat next to her, taking out his deck of cards and started shuffling them. Glancing at the girl he sat next to, he wondered if he ought to tell her the reason why he deliberately sought her out to bring her down to the Big Easy.
Silence reigned between the two of them for a while, until Rogue sighed and leaned her head on Gambit's shoulder. Remy glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He had started a game of solitaire a few minutes ago.
Have you forgotten
Everything that I wanted
Do you forget it now
You never got it
Do you get it now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Gotta get away
"Hey, Gambit?"
Her soft southern voice cut through his thoughts, and he looked at her. Her eyes were closed and she looked to be sleeping.
"Y' okay, Chere?" he asked, as he moved a ten of spades and nine of diamonds to a king of diamonds, queen of clubs, and jack of hearts, then turned to flip a face-down card up, revealing an ace of hearts.
"Can ah ask you som'thin'? the southern belle asked, as she moved to more comfortable position with her head still on Gambit's shoulder.
"Ask away. Gambit's all ears, cherie."
"Why aren't ya afraid of meh?" Remy looked at her, pausing his game.
"Should I be, chere?" he asked, and turned back to his game- moving his King of Hearts down to a 7 of diamonds to an empty suite. He felt her move her head from his shoulder, and immediately wished she'd stayed there. It was a comfortable feeling that he'd felt when she laid her head on his shoulder. He looked at her and felt her frustration through his empathy.
"Ya don' seem ta get it, Gambit. Ah could very well kill somebody with mah skin." She said, looking at him with unbridled frustration sparking in her fiery emerald-green eyes. Now Remy really looked at the girl, stilling his hand from moving a four of hearts to the ace's suite.
"On'y if ya let it, Chere. One way or anot'er, ya gotta show it, who's boss."
Have you forgotten
Everything that I wanted
Do you forget it now
You never got it
Do you get it now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Gotta get away
In a very strange way, it made sense to the two-toned haired girl. Maybe it was time to show her psyches and her overall mutation who was controlling who. As that logic made itself known to her, she felt some part of her fly free. Leaning her head on his shoulder again, she closed her eyes and fell into herself to find the psyches.
"Gambit? Think ah really have a chance of controllin' mah mutation?" she asked quietly, not quite knowing if she was talking aloud or not. Remy nearly jumped at the feel of the girl's head on his shoulder again. But continued his game.
"Sure I do, Chere. Y'r gonna have control b'f'r ya know it. T'at's a promise. Jus' keep y'r head up an' y'll come t'rough."
Gambit's words were strangely comforting to the untouchable girl and let the world fade away completely to face her psyches and her worst fears. She was gonna show these psyches who was boss… even if she had to beat 'em down into submission. Resolved, she began to sort out the psyches and push each and every one of them into separate, yet somewhat strong boxes that she could go back and redesign later when all the psyches were dealt with.
But with each one that she faced, they fought back with viciousness and came across into her conscious with malignant intent and always giving her some kind of taunt that almost made her lose herself completely. The worst one was Logan's psyche. She almost lost herself then, but fought back with solid resolve and firm conviction to shove the Wolverine-psyche into its box; where thankfully, it was the last one she had to deal with. Afterwards, she fell into an exhausted sleep… for the first time in a long time… with no nightmares to haunt her dreams.
Forgotten
Yeah yeah yeah
Forgotten
Yeah yeah yeah
Forgotten
Yeah yeah yeah
Forgotten
Yeah yeah yeah
Remy watched the girl sleep, and felt his heart beat hard against his ribs. Sighing to himself, he finally made the decision to tell her the real reason why he was really taking her down to New Orleans with him. They were only about 4 hours from Louisiana by this time, so he let her sleep… and hopefully, she'd wake before the train stopped.
A/N: Bonjour, Mes amis! Lately, I've been a liiiiiittle caught up in X-Men:Evolution fanfics, and thought I'd try my hand at it. Learnin' a little French in the process. I also tried my hand at putting in the accents.
I thought it was kinda fun. ^_^
ANYWHO! Tell me what'cha thought of my first X-Men: Evolution fanfic and if I put in the accents just right.
A bientot,
~Mari-chan~
French-English Translations:
Non- no
Fille-young girl
Bonjour, Mes Amis!- Hello, my friends