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Fancy
Fancy Kills and Fancy Cures
"Now dis is somtin' a homme can definitely get used to, mon amie." Sliding his shades down the bridge of his nose, the Cajun smirked as the girls strolling along the poolside, clad in skimpy bikinis, giggled under his appreciative scrutiny.
"I agree comrade." The stoic Russian agreed with the Cajun, although for totally different reasons as he looked eyes with the aging man and nodded. The gesture was returned, if only in assurance of the authenticity of the alliance.
The bolder Cajun whistled in appreciation as he addressed the entire pool area, "Rest assured ladies, Remy LeBeau has arrived." He promptly dropped his trench onto a nearby chair as he allowed himself to be ogled by the entire female population of the mansion, in his Speedos and sunglasses... alone.
He soaked up the appreciation, like Superman recharging in the sun's rays, and basked in the glory of his stunning manliness.
Piotr on the other hand merely made eye contact with everyone, nodded and proceeded to find a seat, near to the only one he really felt comfortable with, Kitty.
Whilst Kitty caught up with Piotr, Remy made the rounds with the girls, with Tabby, Amara and Jubilee hanging off of him, grilling him with various questions.
He was quickly bored as he didn't actually have to use any charm on the younger girls for they to become sickeningly giggly. Fortunately Jean came to his rescue as she pulled him into a relatively intellectual conversation, although he was having more fun riling Scott with his flirtations than really paying attention to the conversation.
Not that he was incapable of intellectual contributions but with the Red head trying to pick his brain, he decided not to trust his mental shield alone as he was never one to underestimate another's strength, that would get you killed in his previous line of work. He'd rather not think about that right now.
He'd already cased the house, so he had resigned himself to gathering personal profiles on mansion residents, in the lazy afternoon sun. Eh, some habits you don't really want to break away from, he mused silently.
The X-Men were generally slightly naive for a bunch of kids fighting for peace and justice, as an after school program. But then again they did dress up in spandex and had not-so-secret identities, although the latter was partly thanks to his previous employment.
Recalling his first encounter with the X-Men, rather a certain X-femme, he frowned slightly as he failed to remember meeting said femme at all since his introduction early this morning.
"Excuse-moi Red, mais where be mon chere Rogue?" asked the curious Cajun.
He wasn't prepared for the overwhelming sadness the girl immediately began radiating or the unhealthy feelings of guilt Scotty was failing to conceal. Being ever the dramatist, he allowed the tension to simmer a bit, soaking in the gravity of the situation.
Fearing the worst, he gently prodded them, "What happened?"
They discreetly rose from their seats besides the pool and Scott motioned for him to follow them. He grabbed, from a lounging chair which held his previously discarded trench coat and a pair of slack shorts (which was his, but did not remember putting there), which barely clung to his hips, leaving his chest exposed for the viewing pleasures of the X-femmes. Jean pulled on a robe and Scott donned a white T shirt and a pair of not nearly as sexy shorts. As they made their way inside Jean began telling him the story of their fallen Rogue.
"We were on a mission almost two years ago. Your normal, average, everyday mission; some group of mutant super villains wanted to take over the world." She paused and sighed, scrunching up her face as if she was forcing herself to relive a bad memory. She involuntarily shivered and Scott put his arms around her in an effort to silently comfort her.
"There was a guy living here at the time, Joseph; tall, dark, broody. You know, the tortured artist look, the real 'Emo' kind that you expect to overlook, sitting at the dark, secluded corner at the back of you local Cafe. He caught her eyes though, and she fell for him hard and fast."
He didn't have to ask who the 'she' was, and he chose to ignore the slight pang of jealously he felt in the pit of his stomach. It was irrational, he knew, he had countless liaisons since he took her to New Orleans, why shouldn't she have the same courtesy? He focused instead on the story that Scott took over telling as they made their way to the elevator that lead to lower levels of the mansion.
"We knew it wasn't typical behaviour for her but no one said anything because we figured it was her way of dealing with post-Apocalyptic life, heck we even got engaged. We thought she was trying to re-invent herself or something."
Jean shook her head, "She just looked so happy for the first time. No one cared why, only that she was because god knows she deserved it."
"We were set up from the start." He wasn't surprised at the venom in Scott's voice as he took over for Jean in narrating. "The group of mutants were in fact members of an elite government funded agency, 'The Avengers', they got a tip off, from Mystique no-less, that the X-Men went, well rogue for lack of a better term, and that we were coming after them. The battle was not pretty; both sides convinced that failure was not an option; the fate of the world and all that shit."
Jean sighed and clasped Scott's hand as they stepped out of the elevator and turned down a corridor and continued on, taking over to for her seemingly cynical fiancé.
"Just as Fury came to settle the misunderstanding, Joseph convinced Rogue that it was not Fury but Mystique in disguise. She saw him approaching Scott and thought she was going to attack him, so she made to strike Fury. But one of the Avengers saw the exchange and launched herself to stop the attack."
They were now in front of the med lab but no one was making an effort to go any farther. Scott continued in a hollow voice, "The girl, Carol Danvers grabbed Rogue by her wrist, her exposed wrist. One of Danvers' gifts were Super Strength, by the time we could pry her hands off it was too late." Chuckling darkly, he mournfully added, "We found out the hard way happens when Rogue holds on to a person for too long."
"As it turns out," Jean added with a deep sigh, "Joseph was working with Mystique, who had been told by Destiny when Rogue was younger that it should she absorb Danvers all the way, Rogue would be her greatest and most powerful ally. But Mystique failed to realise that the premonition was made before Rogue chose the X-Men to be her family. "
"She returned with us, but at a great price. She has Carol's entire personality in her mind and its ripping her mind apart. Carol's overwhelming psyche is slowly killing her."
"But everyone up there-"
"No Remy, no one else aside from the teachers, Scott and I know about the reality of the situation. They think her mind is healing, slowly. The truth is the professor is slowly loosing hope; it's been almost a year since there've been any sort of progress and she hasn't shown any real signs of improvement. Sure she isn't screaming her lungs out and we don't have to strap her down anymore but when she does open her eyes, it's never green, its either some blend of blue and green, which is when Carol is fighting her for control, or sometimes even blue, when Carol is winning. He thinks she is giving up hope. Simply put: once again she's been betrayed, even though she tried everything different this time around."
"Where be Joseph now?" Remy asked in what he hoped was a non-committal tone. They didn't need to know just how much the tale of Rogue's sour romance made him feel uncomfortable, guilty and gave him the distinct urge to go hunting for Joseph.
Scott chuckled darkly, "You think when you wrong one of our own you can just walk away easily? The X-men may appear naive but we are a family and that bastard will pay for the rest of his life for what he did to our Rogue."
Jean answered the silent question which she knew he wanted to ask, "No we didn't kill him; he doesn't deserve the easy way out. He preyed on her weaknesses and damn us for not seeing it." It seemed as though the red head blamed herself partly for Rogue's dilemma.
"She's been dying down here, slowly and at this point we're not sure what else to do anymore. I won't loose her. I can't." Scott's confession did surprise Remy but his fiancé didn't seem perturbed one bit, so he figure Scott blamed himself for being an inadequate leader and maybe even considered the girl something akin to a smaller sister.
"Remy don't understand though, why did you tell him all this? You didn't even tell le femme's best friend, le chat, or her p'tite frère, why Remy?"
The doors inconspicuously swished open and an aging old man, looking like he bore the fate of the world on his shoulders wheeled himself out of the girl's room.
"Call it an old man's foolish hope, but it is hope nonetheless. You and Rogue are kindred spirits, and whilst your last meeting may not have been under the best of circumstances, she saw the good in you and she stood firmly by it. Frankly I've tried everything else and if this does not work then I really may have no choice in my subsequent actions."
"Monsieur Baldy, what pray-tell would you have Remy done to wake up sleeping beauty over there, a Kiss perhaps?" the Cajun casually slipped his hands into his pockets as a fingered his cards, the situation begged for his hyperactive fingers to be sated. It was a sure sign of weakness, but team mates or not he did not want spooks having any sort of upper hand.
"This is very serious Mr. LeBeau and I do not appreciating you making light of a situation as dire as this." The harsh tone was not something those familiar with Xavier were accustomed to, yet neither did his student's nor the Cajun flinched.
"Non, Monsieur, you're right. I owe it to Cherie at least to be respectful, mais it's a lil' much to take in all at once no?" The Cajun smoothly replied.
"I apologise , these are trying times and I admit that is no excuse for my rash presumptions. Please accept the humble apologies of a tired, old man. You are my last hope Gambit. I thought that maybe, if she saw a familiar face, someone fresh, someone new, and then maybe it would finally give her a much needed edge against Carol. So I've encouraged her friends, even those from her past to visit her. The only thing that can save her right now is how badly she wants to live. I won't lie, that was one of my reasons for inviting you here when I did."
Gambit persisted, "Why not sa frere or her previous team mates? You're telling me there ain't anyone else that can jog this femme out of her current féminin délicate?" He cursed himself silently at the slip (he meant to say delicate situation) of another tell; his French vocabulary expands évidemment (widely) whenever he got nervous, and boy was he nervous! The lone wolf Cajun did not appreciate being responsible for others, hence his preference to solo jobs and when he did join a team, he never found himself having to look out for his team mates. Well he mused that there was more to being an X-Man than he first surmised.
Sensing his discomfort the professor gathered his wits and explained calmly, "For the first three months of her stay down here I saw Kurt and Kitty almost ripped apart by the reality of the situation. My X-Men I admit, whilst noble at heart, they are naive to some of the less than fortunate things that happen in life. It hurt them to see their friend in utter agony and for the second time they felt completely powerless to aid their fallen comrade. Even Scott couldn't handle the reality initially, but he managed to find the strength," pausing to acknowledge the fellow telepath, he continued on," so I decided to do what was better for everyone, I gave them false hope."
Sighing, the telepath seemed oblivious to the rest of the members of the room as he continued his melancholic tale, "When it became clear that her brother and best friend could not save her from the abyss that is slowly consuming her, I sent out a distress call. Putting all differences aside, I deemed my student's future more important than any petty differences, yet I was still surprised at those who solemnly answered. The remaining brotherhood boys visited, Lance even brought some sort of peace offering is what I believe Bobby referred to it as."
Remy turned to see Scott chuckling slightly, "A plant for her room in the med bay."
The bald one continued, "Even some of the Avengers came, the Maximoff twins, Wanda who held no special bond to her, other than being, I believe the term was "Brotherhood Girls" and Pietro who never seemed to say the right thing around her. Their presence here was not lost on us despite the unfortunate circumstances, an understanding that we were still on friendly terms with the Avengers and that it was a clear misunderstanding on all parties involved. Some members of the team though have yet to overcome the grief of the loss of their team mate. It was rather eerie however to hear Ms. Danvers' voice coming out of Rogue's mouth."
Disconcerting, is the word Remy would have used instead. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, he brushed off the feeling and decided to focus on the important thing, "Can I see the femme?"
"Yes Mr. LeBeau you can see her." The older man wheeled aside and allowed the Cajun to enter the room.
The first thing he noted was the lack of impersonality medical rooms normally shared, he guessed that after two years her friends, on all sides, tried to extend what little hope they had to their fallen comrade, if only to lighten the ambience.
He spied the notorious plant, a fern of all things, in the corner next to a pink, fluffy stuffed cat, assorted get well balloons and cards. At the centre of the organised chaos lay a slip of a girl, pale as a ghost, matching the limp strips of hair partially concealing her face, indistinguishable from the crisp white bed sheets save for her cascading auburn curls. They grew out, he noted absently, resisting the urge to run his hands through what he imagined to be locks of silk. She was dying and they wanted him to give her some sort of hope.
Zut alors! What on earth were these people thinking?
Nevertheless he made his way across the room to stand beside her motionless form, with a grim smile he dully noted that this was the first time he had ever gotten this close to her without her glaring, yelling or spitting out a scathing remark. The silence, save for the constant beeping of the monitors, 'oh look! They have pretty colours! Hmm, I wonder? What does this button do?'
Snap out of it LeBeau! He mentally chastised himself, here he was trying to think of a way to pull this girl out of a coma not put her to sleep permanently. Sighing to himself, he wondered for a moment what on earth was the professor smoking and whether it was possible to pilfer a piece for himself.
'Nah! The Badger on steroids would have his head, both of them for that matter.' His scent was the only thing which would give him away though.
Back to the matter at hand, Rogue, plopping himself down into a plush chair besides her bed, he began shuffling his cards and muttering to her. It couldn't really be classified as talking as he spoke in low tones and about her and her peculiar family. For the rest of the day, he muttered to her.
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The weeks strolled by and her continued every night, when others thought that he was out getting wasted with some nameless blond, which he found absolutely degrading; everyone knew that brunettes got his groove on. Instead he was here, muttering until the wee hours of the morning, about anything and everything. Remy didn't believe for one second that she would miraculously arise from the great beyond, just because he sat there. Remy's good, but not that good.
That did not deter his nightly vigils however. Of course that did not prevent certain mansion habitants to become suspicious, although he never saw the Wolverine, he always sensed the Canadian's presence. He just told himself that this was just a mild obsession until either she gave some sign of life, or she croaked.
It bugged him to no end that he was this close yet, obviously due to her unfortunate predicament, there was no angry retort or withering gaze; just nothing. That fact alone was enough to get him to visit her religiously until some sort of balance was restored to the universe.
When he thought about it, it was kind of a let down; the only time she was not opposed to his presence was when she was comatose...Sad, really, for a renowned Ladies' Man.
So he stayed, for weeks there had been no change to her status; minimal brain activity, acceptable functioning of organs. It bored him to no end, keeping his self awake was a task only fulfilled by two things; his cards or stroking his own ego, both of which he excelled at.
The only mansion inhabitant he had any real contact with down here was Dr. Mc Coy, who he fondly referred to as Henri, the French equivalence to the blue one's given name. After a few, meetings, they established a comfortable relationship whereby the Cajun, once being educated, kept an eye on the Southern Belle, undisturbed, and the blue, furry doctor in turn got a chance to relax into his 'Twinky Break'. It was a fair trade off, if not tilted in Remy's favour as usual.
Southern Belle, now did that evermore leave a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. The term was practically personified by Belladonna Bordeaux. Pity such an innocent term had been tainted by his psychopathic Ex-Wife and her neurotic tendencies. Freaking possessed is what she was, Emily Rose et al, the full nine yards.
On one particular night however, his life was changed forevermore.
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Twitched... She twitched right before his eyes! More accurately, her hand made a slight, clawing movement towards the bed sheet.
What was he talking about again? Oh yeah; another reason he had hated hospitals; the stiff, scratchy, sheets. Interesting... Wonder if she really hears all that I'm talking about?
Maybe if I talk dirty to her she'll get horny? Now that's a good idea, but how to tell? Maybe wolverine could smell her? Then he'd skin me alive for even remotely assuming it was I who got her that way.
Oh, I know...
Suddenly the sheet covering her chest innocently slips down to pool at her waist, the gentle swelling of her breasts clearly printed out through the thin material, any subtly changed could easily be detected...
Nice...This is one smart Cajun.
Checking his personalised PDA whose current display was live camera shots of various sectiones of the house. Thank you Emil! He silently cried to himself and did a mini happy dance. Seeing an opening, Logan was on grounds patrol, far above the sub level basement.
Pulling his chair closer to the bed, he propped himself up so that he lay parallel to her, tilting his head so that his warm breath could caress her pallid cheeks. And so Remy LeBeau began his experiment.
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Soon after, Rogue began making more significant improvements in her health status. Remy of course believed his experiment was the right stimulant for awaking his belle femme. After all, how much of a coincidence could something like that be, even he had to take a long shower after working so hard. Alas, Beast had insisted that it had been expected that she would have woken up by now, or her body would have began degenerating. Remy however, was more convinced by taut peaks than by scientific jargon.
Then one day, whilst the Cajun and the Canadian was out on a mission, she opened her jaded eyes for the first time in almost 3 years.
The entire mansion was in an uproar. Everyone wanted to see her at once, but she was still suffering the after effects of a three year coma. She couldn't speak yet, or make effective use of most of her motor skills, so Hank set up a system, only her family (Kurt), closest friends (Kitty, Jean, Scott) and the teachers (Ororo, the Professor and of course Logan) could visit her until she was more capable of handling the surge of mutant affection the mansion residents would no doubt smother her with.
Hanks rules for visitation included, but were not limited to:
Do not make any sudden movements towards her, as it may make her uncomfortable and therefore unpredictable i.e. violent.
Do not overload her with information about the large amount of 'stuff' she did or did not miss, this may unwittingly induce a relapse.
Do not ask her questions unless it is 'Yes' or 'no' question as she does not have full vocational capabilities and observe the chart across from her bed that clearly shows
Rogue: Blink Once for Yes
Blink Twice for No
Do not bring her any sort of nourishment as her body will need to SLOWLY readjust to deriving nutrients from food rather than have it fed through her veins directly.
These apply to both students and Teachers and it is imperative to Rogue's health that you strictly abide by them.
Under absolutely NO circumstances should ANYONE use ANY of their mutant abilities on/near her, not even for better communication purposes or to amuse her in any way.
The last rule was more so for the resident telepaths, as opposed to the remaining mutant body as he could only imagine the consequences of having her mind invaded again; it would be like raping her mind repeatedly.
And so they came, by twos, all the residents of the mansion, save Wolverine and Gambit, then the Brotherhood came and Lance even brought a small, plastic watering can for the fern. Everyone came to show their relief; even the Maximoff twins, who subsequently revealed to the professor that the Avengers had been disbanded and they were put in charge of training the brotherhood and in charge of keeping them legitimate.
By the late evening, both X-Men had returned form their mission and were promptly told of the recovering Goth's current status. Logan dashed off to the med lab immediately, with Hanks lumbering after him telling him about all the protocols necessary to obey for visitation. Remy on the other had the distinct pleasure of sorting through the myriad of emotions the news left him with.
Obviously he was elated; Chére was awake, disappointed; he wasn't around when she opened her eyes as he always hoped he would be the first thing she saw, proving his dedication to the fellow Southerner and stacking some cookie points in his favour. Those two emotions; obvious, expected but then the confusion began with the rest: curiosity; did she really hear all the things he spoke to her in hushed tones in the dead of night, suspense; how would she react if he went to see her and whole host of other emotions that he really did no want to have to deal with at the moment so he did the only thing he could do; he trudged up to his room for a full nights sleep. He would deal with all that Jazz in the morning. Sleep was the best thing for him and her at the moment.
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A week passed and he had not set foot in the med lab.
He was NOT hiding! Don't look at Remy like that! Remy just ain't had time to go look for his Chérie! Busy, busy boy Remy is. So many ladies too please, so little time.
So he had gone back to his clubbing ways, sleeping whole day, romping whole night. Of course he felt like shit during the mandatory early morning Danger Room sessions, but he could still wipe the floor with One-Eye. Although his current position on the floor of the virtual dojo was convincing the rest of the team otherwise.
Anyway, why on earth was he thinking about one eye and the geek squad when he had the pleasure of staring at some gorgeous hips swinging his way to a rhythmic beat, barely containing some unknown excitement over what? The Cajun did not know but he was determined to find out.
Trying to figure out what he missed whilst he went spacey thinking about the girl a few floors below, he dropped his gaze lower so that when he did drag his eyes to her face, she was sure to shiver at the attention. Raking over her with a fine teeth comb and storing the detail for later, he noted the uniform black boots with spiked heels that none of the other X-women dare adorn for the safety of their ankles. A pair of shapely legs was encompassed by taut black leather, specially made fit like gloves and distract ones opponent into trying to figure out how exactly movement was achieved in such a garment. Not forgetting once more the full curves, leading up to a flat stomach and fulling out into what he'd bet his bottom dollar to be a D-Cup, tender shoulders and a graceful neck. Altogether a very voluptuous vixen but somehow the view was beginning to become a very familiar site. Did he bang any mutants recently?
Then suddenly his eyes snapped up to her eyes where ruby met emeralds and chaos ensued.
Everyone clamoured to her side to aid in anyway possible, which only served to infuriate the recovering Rogue, "Will y'all stop treatin' meh like a damn baby already? Ah almost had my body possessed by another mutant, its not like I had brain surgery or something!"
An uncomfortable silence ensued, "Guess it to early ta be crackin' Emily Rose jokes?" A slight chuckle passed through the crowd.
"Rogue! You look..." Jamie blushed as he was extremely flustered by the girl's appearance.
"Hot!" Was the Popsicle's reply, ironically, and all the X-Men could do was stand and soak in her... improvements.
"Really? I feel kinda awkward, actually." She began innocently bending and twisting, flexing and poking her body much to the enjoyment of the X-men, save Kurt and Logan, and fuelling the curiosity of the X-women.
"What's up with your body? You look different." Kitty continued to scrutinise her body and began turning her around and inspecting her.
"Apparently, according to beast, my last growth spurt kicked in whilst I was... bed ridden, cuz of the lack of physical movement on my part, my mind 'grew' however so my body sought to compensate, so in the end kinda filled out in my sleep. Weird huh?'
Jean chuckled, "That is weird." Moving up to Rogue to get a better view, she and the rest of the girls began their own investigations, oblivious to the boys, making various observations and compliments whilst poking and prodding.
All the guys came out of their haze as the sound of a small shriek, "Oh mah gawd! Look at the size of these things!" Seeing Rogue innocently cup her breasts was all too much for the Cajun and he shuddered, positive that most of the men present had hard ons by the sight. It also didn't help that the sight of the consoling girls made it look like an orgy. Sighs, it'll be cold water all around tonight.
Kitty's declaration of "Shopping!" however worked better that any cold shower and as Logan announced the end of the training session, every man scampered to safety. They'd rather face off with Trask and FOH than be caught up in something as frightful as the girls on a mall run.
As the girls picked up on the guys' intension of ditching them, they chased after their respective counterparts. This left Rogue and Remy to walk out by themselves.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Remy really couldn't understand why he couldn't think of anything more to say to her. It was so weird that every other time he had interacted with her; he always had something to say.
Mebbe dat was cuz d femme was unconscious, n'est pas? His conscience uttered. I wonder if she remembers anything.
"Ah heard that ya came to the institute a lil' while ago, but ah haven't seen ya 'round since..." She trailed off uncertainly as if she wasn't sure how to describe her predicament, a sharp contrast to the previous demeanour around her friends.
"No sweat Chere, seems to Remy that we have all the time in the world now to play catch up." He grinned, what he thought was charmingly, and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Argh! Come on Swamp Rat, let's get outta here before Logan locks us in and runs his favourite sim on us." She turned and beckoned for him to follow.
"Aw, Chere! Remy didn't know ya cared 'bout this ole Cajun!" He continued to tease her, figuring that this sort of bantering was safe enough.
"Actually ah using you for mah own selfish needs. Kit mentioned a sale at the mall, and ya know how crazy gals can git at just the sound of the word. Ah figure if ah take ya with meh, you can charm any other psycho who gets their paws on something ah want." She grinned to herself at her wonderful logic.
"Now, now chere, how could you just stand there and admit you jus' want Remy for his gorgeous body! M'hurt!" Remy playfully whined and clutched at his heart, swooning slightly.
"Don't fool yourself Cajun, it's not your gorgeous body, it's the freaky thing you do with your eyes." She grinned triumphantly at her come back.
"So ya admit Remy does have a gorgeous, Greek God-ish body!" He stepped into the elevator with her and turned to her, cornering in the back of the elevator, he grinned rakishly at her.
Refusing to be intimidated by him, she answered his self conceited smirk, with one of her own, "You've never been shopping with the institute girls have you. Ah'm gonna have such fun breakin ya in Swamp Rat."
Before he could reply with the lewd comment at the tip of his tongue, a familiar 'Ding' was heard and the Rogue sauntered out.
As he walked out behind her, he heard her yell out, "Claws off the Cajun for the mall trip ladies! Ah got dibs on him!"
A collective groan was heard coming from both the girls and the guys of the mansion; all the single girls were aware of the added advantage they'd have shopping with him and the guys feared that the younger girls would be coming after them next.
Remy chuckled all the way to his room, thinking to himself whilst he changed into mall attire, 'How had the Prince Of T'ieves been reduced to a mere pack horse.'
A/N : Hey all! I'm back with a new fic as you can see, not too sure how I did with this, it's my longest chapter to date and I'm not sure whether I nailed it or it did a giant belly flop lol. This is set post evo as you can tell but I'm trying to write this as an EVO ROMY. Evo isn't as dark as the comics or even TAS so it won't be a typical ROMY, however the challenge would be doing their relationship, keeping their EVO personalities, but not neglecting or abusing story lines from the other universes. Do I even make sense? Lol. Feedback is always welcomed (yes this is the part were I beg for reviews lol), if you need any clarification on their backgrounds, etc, review/msg me and I'll try to clear it up for you (unless I plan to elaborate on it in another chapter). Which brings me to my Next problem: Should this be a continuous multi chapter fic or should it be an arc of various one shots? I have planned out the others already, but I would like my readers to vote and tell me what they prefer as I live to please you *bows low* So! Multi chap fic fun or Various One shot goodness?
Before I forget, my fun facts for this fic:
Rogue: 20
Remy: 25
Scott & Jean: 22
I fig, Rogue is 15 at the start of Evo, 16 by Apocalypse, met and dated Joseph 17, in mortal peril 18-20 (nearing 21)
I fig, Remy at 21 in Cajun Spice, gives him 3 yrs to endure Drama in the Bayou. And be at the instituted for almost a yr.
Kudos!
Delphine.
