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Chapter 1
A man leaned against a wall, hidden in shadows. His red eyes gave him away, though, glowing in the darkness. He was fiddling with a deck of cards, shuffling them, doing bridges, when he stopped.
What's dis?
He had spotted a girl, one he hadn't expected to see on this side of town. Her hair was short, about to the mid part of her neck. It was auburn, except for the platinum streaks in the front. All of her body was covered, except for her face. Her skin was pale; she had on dark lips stick and eye shadow. He thought that this must be someone else for a second, but not when he spied her eyes. There was no mistaking those emerald eyes. As she walked by him, he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.
"Bonjour, Cherie."
"Swamp rah, whatdya want?"
"Now, now, is dat really how y' greet a handsome man?"
"No, but ya're a swamp rah, and get ya hand offa meh!" she said, swatting his hand off her shoulder.
"Come on, Rogue, what are y' doin' on dis side of town? Why ain't y' at de institute?"
"That's noneya business, Gambit." Rogue said, putting one hand on her hip and the other one on a bench next to her.
Gambit raised his eyebrow, "Remy don't remember y' touching him, Cherie. Have you been doing t'ings behind his back?"
"Why do ya think that? And why would Ah wan-" when suddenly Remy snatched Rogue toward him as the bench exploded.
"Y' charged de bench, Cherie. Do y' mind explaining why?" he said as Rogue struggled in his grip.
"Liahke Ah said; its noneya business." She said, elbowing him in the stomach. He let go and she bolted, but he grabbed her wrist.
"Now do y' really think this Cajun is gonna let y' run off?"
"He'd better." She growled, sending a chill up Gambit's spine. Man, this fillie turned him on.
"Now y' go threatenin' de poor ting?" he pouted.
"Yeah, and I'm gonna do more than threats in a minute here, Swamp Rah." Rogue threatened, twister her wrist in a failed attempt to escape.
"Hmmm… and what would dat exactly be?" the red – eyed mutant said, pulling her closer.
"Let go of meh, Swamp Rah!" she yelled, trying to get free of his arms.
"Not until y' tell me what's goin' on, Rogue." Remy said his tone serious.
"Fine, I'm having a little trouble with mah powers lately and I'm trying to sort it out. Now let go of me, Cajun."
"Let ol' Remy help y' out." He said, wincing as she kneed him in the shin.
"Ah don need yer help." She said, when Gambit heard voices in his head.
Too close, too close!
Get away, Rogue, he's only going to hurt you.
Come back to the institute, Stripes, we can help you, kid.
Come on Roguey, you can take him!
"Shut up…." Rogue murmured, shaking her head. Remy realized he was hearing the voices in Rogue's head. The first one had been Rogue's own, the second one was Mystique, third Wolverine, and last was Nightcrawler. But how…?
Come on, Rogue, y' can trust Remy.
His own voice, he then reasoned that she must be sending them to him, but why? Wait, these must have been the problems! But she didn't have telepathy, but Jean did… could it be? Yes, she had charged the bench without touching him, and she hadn't touch Jean in a while by the looks of it, her cloths were dirty, a little torn… so she was controlling any powers she had absorbed. Or, somewhat. And the voices must have been growing in the process. He suddenly noticed how bruised her back was.
"Where have y' been sleeping lately, Cherie?"
"Benches." She muttered.
Tisk, tisk.
"Look, I can help y', really, Rogue. Look, I've got an apartment, real nice one at dat, and a guest room. It has a nice, soft bed, and room service…."
No, don't fall for it, Rogue, this is Gambit we're talking about here!
"Tell Mr. Eyes to keep his mouth shut." Remy instructed her as she tried to shake Cyclops out of her mind.
Rogue, you can like, trust this dude. He like, totally has a crush on you.
"Cat might be right for once, Cherie."
"'Bout ya likin' meh? Maybe, but not about ya bein' trust wortheh."
"Come on now, Cherie, what makes y' think dat? Promise I'll leave y' alone."
And stay out of y'r bed at night. He added to himself.
"I heard that, Swamp Rah."
Damn it.
"That too."
Gambit quickly put up mental walls.
Rogue's eyes suddenly widened.
"Oh Dear Gawd, no!" she hissed, looking to the corner.
"Rogue! You here Rogue?"
"Come on out, Rogue, please."
"Gambit, hide me. It's Jean and Scott."
"Y' promise to come?"
"Yea, yea, hurry Swamp Rah!" she said as the two X-men came closer.
Remy changed Rogue's position from in front of him to his side, and he wrapped the trench he was wearing around her, letting her black boots bend with the shadows.
"Bonjour." He said as the two passed by.
Scott turned swiftly and got in a defensive stance.
"Gambit, what do you want?"
"Just sayin' hello, Cyclops, just sayin' hello."
"Scott, you forget he's not an Acolyte anymore." Jean said, putting her hand on Scott's shoulder.
"Sorry about that Gambit. We're looking for Rogue, have you seen her?"
"Probably kidnapped her again." Scott muttered, straightening up.
"Scott!" Jean said, sharply elbowing him in the side.
"Sorry, I haven't seen de fillie. Is she missin'?"
"No, she, um, went off to a store on this side of town and we decided to come get her."
"Oh, well I'll tell y' if I see her."
"Thanks."
"My pleasure."
And the two continued down the street, Remy waited until he heard the footsteps fade into the silence of the evening.
"Alright, they're gone." He said, looking down, only to look into a blue face with red hair. He quickly backed off and took out his bo staff.
"Mystique!"
"No, Gambit, it's me, Rogue!" she said, putting a hand out. Mystique morphed into Rogue.
Gambit put back his staff.
"Really?"
"Yeah, look." She said, phasing her hand through a nearby wall.
"Alright, and Rogue, do y' have a name for de voices, in general I mean?"
"Yeah, psyches."
Remy looked up at the sky.
"It's getting late, we'd better hurry." He said, and looked at Rogue to see her clutching her head.
"Rogue, you okay?"
YOU IDOIT! Don't go with him; don't remember how I trained you?
"Shut up, Raven."
Rogue, he's gonna get you in your sleep!
"Stop, Scott."
Remy took Rogue's shoulders and turned her to face him.
"Don' let dem talk to you like dat, Rogue."
A tear slid down her cheek. "I'm trying, Gambit, but it's hard."
"Rogue?" the two looked up to see Scott and Jean approaching them.
"Ha! So you did kidnap her!" Scott said, lifting his hand to his shades.
BAMF
"Huh? Where'd they go?"
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BAMF
"Uh, oh."
There were Rogue and Remy, standing on the dinner table, with everyone staring at them.
"ROGUEY!"
BAMF
Rogue and Remy teleport above Rogue's old bed, landing next to each other.
"Odd predicament, eh Cherie?"
BAMF
"State your name." a computer voice says.
"What the… CREBRO?"
"Invalid name entry. Automatic defense system activated."
"Damn."
BAMF
"OW! This floor is hard." Gambit said, standing up.
"Oh no…" Rogue said, as the Danger Room's defense system acted up. A laser shot at Rogue, and she jumped out of the way, falling backward, to be caught by Remy.
BAMF
They ended up in the Brotherhood's living room.
"WHAT THE HECK?" Cried Pietro, getting up
BAMF
They stood in a hallway.
"TOAD!" and a door fell down, Toad with a blue bubble of energy around him was the cause.
"That happen often?" Rogue asked
"Yep, about three times a day." Lance said, chewing on a sandwich.
BAMF
They were in front of Jean and Scott, yet again.
BAMF
They where in a room with an especially tall ceiling.
"ROGUEY!" Kurt cried, grabbing Rogue's arm.
BAMF
They appeared once again in the dinning room, standing on the table.
"Get offa meh, Kurt!" Rogue said, pushing Kurt into the nearest dish.
BAMF
"Great, back where we started." She said as they waved away the smoke.
"Well, it's closer than any of the other places." Gambit said, catching Rogue as she stumbled.
"Ugh…."
"I don' t'ink dat y'll want me to carry y', hmm?"
But Rogue was already out.
Remy grinned. "We don' really have a choice, do we?"
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Hehe, a whoping 4 pages in font size 12! NEW RECORD FOR SMALL PRINT 1st CHAPTER:) Anywho, want more? Reveiws. :3 I like to know someone is reading.