Written with the lyrics of My Skin in mind. (My Skin- Natalie Merchant) After X-3.

Untouchable. It's a phrase I'm all too familiar with. But I never wanted to be untouchable. I never wanted anything that had happened. But yeah they gave it to me. They gave me all this pain and suffering. I don't know what I am any more. I stand at my mirror looking at my body. It's pale almost the same colour as the white medical dress I'm wearing. I look at my hands. One hand is encased in a bandage. The other has a needle for the fluids to enter. My eyes follow the tube to the pole to the IV. I don't understand what they're putting in my body. I don't ask. I don't like knowing any more.

I hear my name and turn to the door. Wolverine stands there arms folded. I tilt my head the side. His face is filled with hope and promise. He whispers, 'I'm here.'

Whispered like a prayer. I don't need prayers or promises. So my expression hardens and walk back to my bed, dragging my pole with me. He comes in the room. He always does, trying to get me to open up. I've been here to long. Treated to long and never told why. After being treated so wrong by them. What they turned me into makes me feel sick. And now I'm slowly becoming untouchable. He sits next to me and I flinch. They're not meant to talk to me. Contempt loves the silence, the Professor had said. He means that rather than letting my words hurt them, they should just sit with me. Also that it thrives in the dark… Which is why I'm stuck in this dark room. It has a light but it's just a bedside lamp that has a dimmer. He wants to talk. But words to me are like fine winding tendrils that strangle my heart. I hate talking.

What should I say? I remember so vividly what had happened. I got the cure. I stayed on as an x-man. We went to England to fetch the professor. They came back but I stayed to work for Moira and because I fell in love. I was taken one day as a mutant experiment. They tried to make the cure dissapear. They tortured me until my power came back. Then they tortured me until I could control it. After a year the x-men found me. A year. I came back. I stopped talking, I stopped eating, I just stopped. I was broken and scared. I can control my powers. I just can't control anyone else's.

'Kid…' comes his strangled whisper.

'You're not here to make me another promise are you? Promises are not good things. They're there to sweeten the blow.'

'Marie…'

'I don't need them.'

Everyone hurt me. They took to long to treat me here. They were trying to save me. I'm dying because I want to, there's nothing actually wrong with me. I've been in here for a month. Only Wolverine comes to visit now. Only he can take the pain. I know what I am. I'm a slow dying flower. I want to just die but the will for death does not give a fast death. I'm frost. I'm cold inside, killing everything around me. Kitty brought me a lily. I used to love lilies. But that lily took a day to wither and die. Bobby came in once. But his mutation had some effect on me. Seeing him makes me cold, and then before I could stop it my whole body froze. My skin became ice. Took them days to regulate my body temperature. Wolverine wants my skin to turn on. That's the only time I don't want to be untouchable. I am turning sour and bitter. But I don't want to be sweet so I don't care if they complain. If they want Rogue, they should have saved her. Now all they have is untouchable.

'Darlin' what do you want? What will it take?'

What do I need? Darkness. I'm sick of the light, any light. I just want to fade away in the darkness. I need sweetness, not the type they want but the sweetness of the end and of people doing what I ask. If they listen and go, I'll die in peace. Sadness and weakness. I need them to let me have those few moments where they turn the camera's off, then stop visiting and let me die in peace. I want to just let my broken body fade away.

'I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight, an angel...the sweet love of my life.' I whisper.

I met him when he was on a job. A thief there to steal some files. He stole my heart. I learned so much from him. I forgot all the pain. But then I learned what he really was. A cold heart, using me. I waited when I was kidnapped. I knew he could save me. I'm always wrong. He came with the x-men. But he didn't leave with them. He left. I don't care. I'm dying. And I don't care. I look at the Wolverine's knuckles. They're white and tense. I run a finger over them.

'I want you to live.' he mumbles.

'It doesn't matter what you want.' I retort.

'It's about you. It's what you should want.'

I want... I've had enough.I turn my head away. It shows that I'm done for the day. Rude but I told him not to try. I sigh to show I'm tired. Wolverine stands up and leans against wall. The professor walks in. He walks now in his new body. New life for him. He doesn't talk to me any more. He knows it upsets me. Sometimes he'll make a small comment but nothing that makes me angry. He's here to help me sleep. I stand but it's a mistake. The room changes. It goes from the infirmary to a room with one window. A black window. A window where you can't see out but they see in. I scream. No-one answers. I curl in a ball. I'm dying, I know I am. The slow dying flower, I'm the frost killing hour, the sweet turning sour. From the shadows they whisper, untouchable.

We were lying in a field. My head on his chest, his arms wrapped around me. His fingers danced lightly over my skin. He didn't flinch even though he knew what my mutation used to be. He touched me so innocently yet there was always a trembling sweetness about his touch. I took his hand and kissed his fingers. He chuckled and pulled me up until our lips met. I adored him. All of him.

'Je t'aime ma cherie.' he whispered.

'I love you too Remy.'

No! I didn't want to remember. I was untouchable. His promises were whispered like prayers. I don't need them. I would never need them. Darkness. The professor had dimmed the lights. I lay in my bed. Sweetness. My time was ending. I couldn't feel my legs. I couldn't lift my arms. I was hooked up to the heart monitor and had a breathing mask on. Sadness. Wolverine, Kitty and Bobby all leaned against the wall. Hank stood with a chart taking notes. Kitty was crying. Weakness, I felt heavy and light-headed. A looked at Kitty and Bobby and let out a moan. Wolverine understood and whispered to them. They left. Hank left a few minutes after. Just me and him. I lowered the mask.

'Go away Wolverine.'

'It's Logan.'

'You call me Marie.'

'Marie is your name, beside you don't want me to call you Rogue.'

'It's not my name. I have no name. Just refer to me as untouchable.'

'You can control your power.'

'I can't turn it back on, maybe if I hadn't been there for a year, I wouldn't have been so messed up.'

'Kid, we tried, we thought...'

'Rogue.'

The professor came in interrupting our conversation. I lay back leaving the mask next to me. But Wolverine noticed and placed it carefully back on. I felt anger pulse through me. Wolverine sighed and walked out. Which was weird because he never left at night. Maybe he was finally sick of me. I wanted to turn my head away but my head felt heavy. I'd been rejecting my medicine. My vision blurred. The professor must of said something to me but I couldn't hear. He spoke to someone saying that I was slowly fading. Then I saw the familiar red on black eyes. The professor reached out to turn the light up but I groaned. It was dark enough. Was it dark enough? Maybe it should be darker. I wished I could run up to him and ask him. Could he see me? Did he want me, could he reach me? I'd make him tell me. Make or I'm leaving.

'Chere?'

'No...' I replied weakly.

'Chere, don' do dis.'

'I hate you.'

'Chere.'

'You better shut your mouth and hold your breath,' I could feel his face near me,' you kiss me now, you catch your death.'

His lips touched mine. I felt sick. I started crying. Then I felt the pull. His thoughts flooded into me. And I pushed at them. I remembered the screaming and the beatings. It stopped, and his thoughts swirled in my mind. I heard no thump. He didn't fall or stumble away. I realised something. He never came back because he was ashamed. He saw what they did to me. So he left. But he came to say goodbye. I smiled.

'Goodbye. I love you.'

'Non. Chere!Ne pas mourir.'

'Ah forgive you.'

I tried to close my eyes. But his hands came back on my face. My powers must have been off again. And I guess when they came back a moment ago they weren't strong enough to kill. His hands grasped everywhere. His touch again all over me. I looked at those red on black eyes, encased in tears. I need this. He was the only whose touch was okay. But what if he couldn't protect me again. I was not going back. His fingers were pulling all the cords out. Suddenly I wasn't hooked up to anything. But I was still here. I opened my eyes frowning.

'Stand.'

I looked at him. He stood back arms folded. I blinked and swung my legs off the bed. Then I pushed myself up. He held out a hand. I walked over to him and took it. He smiled and leaned towards me.

'Nothin' wrong wit' y', petite.'

'I never meant to give up Remy. It's just I can't live without you.'

'Veux-tu m'epouser?'

'Oui, mon amour.' I purred.

He smiled. He loved it when I spoke French. He was the one who taught me. I still felt broken and I knew I was in for a long hard road but with Remy I could do anything. He took out a ring and slipped it on my finger. What did I want? Remy Le Beau.

-xXx-

Can't speak French or do Gambit accent, but this had Romy, written all over it.

Je t'aime ma cherie.-(I love you, my love.)

Non. Chere!Ne pas mourir- (No, love. Don't die.)

Veux-tu m'epouser- (Marry me.)

Oui, mon amour- (Yes, my love.)