Rogue was in her room staring at her ceiling.
The alarm clock on her lamp stand beside her bed flashed 1:00 (as in the a.m.), but she couldn't sleep. Lately her psyches, the others in her head, had been giving her trouble. She'd been having a constant buzzing inside her mind that was driving her insane.
When she finally got to sleep (well passed 2), she was plagued with disturbing nightmares of other's memories, namely Logan.
Rogue finally got up the next morning around 10:30 feeling thoroughly drained. Throwing on a pair of jeans, a hoodie, and some gloves, she groggily made her way down to the kitchen for some breakfast.
She sat alone at one of the tables in a secluded back corner slowly sipping her breakfast of black coffee.
Just about to doze off, Rogue was oh so rudely brought back to reality when a certain cocky Cajun made his way over and sat down in front of her asking, "Mind if I join ya?"
She glared at him, "Actually, yeah, Ah do. So go bug some other poor, unsuspectin' person."
"Aw, can't ol' Remy enjoy his company in the presence of a beautiful fille?" He pouted leaning forward.
"Why would Ah care, there's plenty around for ya'."
"Not like you, chere." He whispered huskily reaching out to stroke her cheek.
She jerked back hissing,"Don't touch me!"
He pulled back furrowing his eyebrows. "I won't hurt ya'."
"But Ah'll hurt you," Rogue whispered sadly.
Thinking she was threatening him, Remy said, "Just wait, you'll grow t' like me soon. Ya'll see."
She rolled her eyes then got up and left leaving Remy's thoughts to dwell on her.
Rogue was on her way back to her room when someone behind her called, "Rogue!"
Turning, she saw Jean approaching her. "Oh, Dr. Grey, can Ah help ya'?"
"I heard you met our newest addition, Remy LeBeau, he also likes to call himself Gambit." Jean stated.
Rogue's expression hardened. "The playboy Cajun? Unfortunately, yeah."
"You don't like him? I thought he seemed kind of sweet." Jean replied.
"You think Atilla the Hun is sweet." Rogue thought annoyedly before Jean continued,
"He said when he saw you last night, you looked upset. Is there anyway I can help?"
Rogue furrowed her eyebrows. "No, Ah'm fine."
Jean smiled softly. "I don't have to be a psychic to see something's up. But if you change your mind, just let me know, ok?"
"Yeah, sure. See ya around." With that Rogue continued her way to her room.
Truth be told, Jean was right, something was up. Last night, Rogue foung out Bobby was seeing the newer girl, Lorna Dane. Rogue didn't know quite what to think, she was upset, but not as upset as she should be considering she just foung out her "boyfriend" was cheating on her.
She was somewhat surprised to find she was standing in front of her room. Locking the door behind her, Rogue went in and merely flopped on her bed.
A couple minutes later, there was a knock on her door.
Groaning, she got up and answered it. "Oh hi Logan." She greeted when she saw Logan standing outside.
"Hey kid. You ok?"
"Um, yeah. Is something wrong?"
"Oh, no, no." He replied a little too quickly. "Just thought I'd give ya a head's up. One Eye's holdin' a Danger Room session to test this new guy, Gambit."
"Well, actually, Ah'd rather not go-" She said shutting the door but he stuck his foot in it.
"That wasn't a question. We ALL gotta be there." He told her.
She sighed and hung her head, "Right. Ah guess Ah'll be there..."
"Good, see ya in 15 minutes."
Rogue nodded glumly then shut the door to get ready.
On the way down, Rogue's psychs got a little noisy, but as soon as the elevator doors opened, they died down again.
Shaking her head, she made her way to the Danger Room.
She was the one of the last ones there. A moment later, Bobby and Lorna came in holding hands and giggling which made Rogue feel the uncontrollable urge to vomit.
Logan shot her a questioning look when he saw the two, but she didn't see it.
"Alright," Cyclops began gaining everyone's attention. "Now that we're all here, I'll explain today's session. The purpose is to see what Gambit here is made of. You were all required to be here not only to see him in combat and learn from it, but to watch his back."
"Aw, ya don't t'ink ol' Remy can take care of himself?" Remy asked, but they all ignored him.
"The object is to reach the other side without sustaining serious injuries within the proper amount of time. Any questions?" When no one answered, Cyclops announced. "Ok, the session will start in 15 seconds, get ready."
Rogue always hated these sessions, for she was useless against machines, especially at long range. She just stood in the back ground dodging anything that came her way and tried to get to the other side.
About half way through, Rogue heard someone call her name. But when she whipped around to see who it was, she not only saw no one, but she got hit square in the back knocking her down.
She slowly got up and felt the wound. It didn't seem serious, just a minor wound a little smaller than the diameter of a ping pong ball.
Since no one seemed notice, Rogue merely continued as if nothing had ever happened.
The session seemed to go forever (especially once she got hit), but it was finally over. Everyone seemed impressed by Remy's fighting skills (except for Logan and Rogue).
When Rogue finally reached the sanctity of her room, she found Logan leaning on the door.
"Hey kid, you ok? Ya seemed kinda sluggish out there today, 'specially towards the end." He asked looking concerned.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, Ah-Ah'm fine. Just a little tired." She replied not quite meeting his eyes.
"Ya' sure? ...Do ya mind if I ask ya a personal question?"
She tensed. "Ah-Ah guess."
"Is somethin' up between you and Bobby?"
To his immense surprise, she actually laughed.
"Hell, yeah, the ass hole was cheatin' on me!" She told him.
"Ya don't seem all that broken up about it."
"Nah, the way he was actin' Ah'd been expectin' it."
"How'd ya find out?"
She shrugged. "Walked in on 'em. No big deal."
Although she tried to hide it, he could tell it hurt more than she let on. "C'mere kid." He held out his arms and envelloped her in the kind of reassuring hug only Logan could give.
"What's this?" He asked pulling back slightly and touching underneath where her wound was.
"Oh, nothin', Ah just got hit today."
"I can take care of that for you." he said reaching for her face.
Rogue drew back. "No! Please, Logan don't. Ah appreciate it, really, but just let me heal like everyone else."
He studied her and got the impression what she just said had double meaning. "Alright, kid. let me know if ya need anythin'."
"Thanks, Logan. But Ah smell kinda gross. Ah really just wanna get a hot shower." He nodded then left.
Once finished with her shower, Rogue decided to put a bandage on her wound.
She turned around and lifted her shirt so she could see her back in the mirror when someone said, "Need help wit' dat, chere?"
an: I do have the entire story written, it's just a matter of re-writing/editting it. Unfortunately I'll be away thursday through monday, but should be able to write again tuesday. bye for now!
