A/N: It's been awhile…Hope you guys don't hate me too much! Anyway, this takes place way after Part 9, so we're going a bit out of order here. Don't worry, I still have stuff planned for that time period. This just popped into my head today cause I was off reading in the X-Men Movie section. It's a bit different then my usual style. More dialogue and less description but I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: The characters and plotlines of X-Men Evolution unfortunately don't belong to moi. Also, this idea of chronicling certain events in a characters' life doesn't belong to me either. Full credit goes to Deandra who writes awesome Lord of the Rings stories. I got this idea from her and I suggest you go read her stuff.

Summary: Rogue makes a decision that Remy doesn't agree with. Takes place a couple years after the end of X-Men Evolution.

The Romy Chronicles

Part 10: Cure

Chapter 1- Decision

"Y' can't take it."

"Excuse me?" An arched eyebrow and her patented glare usually would have made him drop the subject but not this time apparently.

"Y' heard me, chére. Don't take it."

"Ah heard you, Gambit. Ah'm just wonderin' when Ah started answerin' to you."

Rogue brushed past him to enter her room. She didn't need this right now. He didn't understand. No one did.

"Don't tell Remy he don't understand, Rogue," Remy said. Rogue wasn't aware she had spoken aloud. "Y' know I had de same trouble wit' m' powers—"

Rogue whipped around suddenly. "It's not the same, Gambit! You've got control of your powers! It's been four years since mine manifested and Ah'm no closer to gaining control of them than Ah was then."

They were both silent for a moment as Remy digested that. Rogue took a deep breath and turned her back on him, pulling a small duffle bag out from under her bed.

"I thought y' and de Professor were makin' progress—"

Rogue cut him off again. "No. Ah just made you think we were," she said flatly, going to her drawers and pulling out clothes.

She felt Remy come up behind her. Remy, her best friend, her confidante, her on and off again boyfriend. They were in an off time at the moment. After all, who wanted a girlfriend that you couldn't touch? Of course, those were Rogue's words, not Remy's but still. He put his hands on her well-covered shoulders and, to his credit, didn't pull them away when she tensed up.

"Chere," Remy simply said. The word was loaded, however.

Rogue closed her eyes. "Ah can't live like this anymore, Remy," she whispered, feeling herself start to lose her composure. "There's so much goin' on in mah head. Memories, thoughts, and feelings, that aren't even mine. Sometimes, Ah feel like there's no room for me anymore."

She turned around and stared up into his dark eyes, allowing her gloved hands to cup his chiseled face. "Ah would give anything to touch you, Remy," she told him. "Hold your hand, feel your arm around mah shoulders. Kiss you," she breathed, tracing her finger across his bottom lip. His breathing was getting ragged so she dropped her hands. "If Ah did that to you now, I'd probably kill you," she snapped bitterly.

"But what a way t' go, non?"

Rogue shook her head. "No more jokes, Remy, please. Ah don't expect you to understand, but Ah do expect you to let me make mah own decisions. And Ah've decided. Ah'm gettin' the Cure." And you can't stop me, she almost added.

Remy sighed, gathering her gloved hands in his. "Y' know all dat stuff don' matter t' me, right?" he asked her, his voice quiet and his tone serious. "Cause it don'. All Remy needs is y', chére. Anyting else's just a bonus."

Rogue managed a tiny smile and squeeze his hands. "Ah know, and you don't know how much that means to me. But Remy, this isn't about you," she said gently, her eyes pleading with him. "It's about me. Ah want this. Ah want it so bad."

Remy searched her eyes for a few moments before nodding.

Satisfied that he wouldn't try and stop her, Rogue started packing a couple changes of clothes into her duffle bag. She didn't have to go far to get the Cure, only into Westchester, but she didn't know how long she would have to stay there.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Remy had disappeared. She felt a pang in her heart but reasoned with herself that taking the Cure would alienate her from many people at the Institute. She just hadn't thought Remy would be one of them.

Blinking back the tears that were suddenly threatening overflow, Rogue quickly packed the rest of her necessities. She thought about writing a note so no one would worry, but figured Remy would tell them where she was.

Speaking of the devil, his trench coated form suddenly filled the threshold of her doorway. Her happiness that he had decided to see her off after all was so immediate that she almost didn't notice the bag in his hand. Almost.

"Remy, no. Uh-uh. You're stayin' here," she told him firmly.

"Y' get de cure, Remy get de cure. 'S as simple as dat," he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

Rogue was shaking her head even before he finished. "No. Remy, why would you even think about doing that? You love your powers. I could never ask you to give'em up."

"Don' fight me on dis, chére. 'M comin' and dat's dat," he declared, crossing his arms.

Rogue could see that he wasn't going to be persuaded. She would have to have a heart of ice to be unaffected that he would offer to do this for her, but she would never be able to forgive herself if she let him. His powers were as much a part of him as his gorgeous red and black eyes were.

Rogue sighed and picked up her bag. "Remy?" she asked, walking towards him.

"Rogue?" he asked playfully, giving her the smile that always stopped her heart. Not this time, however.

"Ah'm real sorry," she told him, bracing herself.

Remy's smile stayed in place, but his eyes were confused. "F'r what, chére?"

Rogue gave him a sad smile. "For this," she said, quickly stretching upwards and brushing her lips across his. His eyes widened in shock before he crumpled to the ground.

Rogue was disoriented for a moment as she assimilated his psyche but quickly shook herself out of it. Tears threatened to fall again as she absorbed all the knowledge she'd gotten from his head.

"Oh, Remy, Ah love you, too," she murmured to his unconscious form. "Ah'll be back soon, sugah."

Before she could think about what she'd done, she picked up her bag and left the room. Someone would find Remy sooner or later, she wasn't worried about that. Instead, she prayed that he would forgive her.

Stealing out of the Institute was easier than she thought it would be considering it was home to two telepaths. But Rogue didn't encounter anyone as she made her way to the garage. Not wasting any time, she hopped in her Jeep, tossed her duffle in the passenger seat, and put the keys in the ignition.

For a second, Rogue considered running back to the Mansion and forgetting the whole thing. What if the Cure didn't work? It had only been released a few days ago, causing a massive uproar in both the human and mutant factions. What would happen if it did work? Would the Professor still let her stay at the Institute if she didn't have any powers? Would everyone hate her? What if it hurt?

Rogue closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had to do this. The alternative was unthinkable.

She exhaled all her doubts and turned the key in the ignition.

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