AN: so people seemed to like the first instalment so I'm gonna keep going for as long as I can. For all who like the angsty stuff and Twilight then please check out my other story Never Think. As a side note and by request from a friend: I 3 LMR (pls excuse my odd friends)
DISCLAIMER: Unfortunatly I don't own anything and never will *dissolves into uncontrolable sobs as she can never have Remy*
Broken
~ Pain is temporary it may last a minute, or and hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever~
~Lance Armstrong, American cyclist~
Pain gripped at his heart but it wasn't inflicted by the drugs or procedures, no this pain was labelled anxiousness. Worry for the southern femme that he had been conversing through the wall with for about a week now, that he guessed from the feeding schedule and if the scientists were distracted enough they would mutter the date when taking notes, from this he had learned that he had been there about a year, give of take a month.
The gurney had come for Rogue earlier that "day" and she hadn't returned yet, she had been gone longer than usual and if something had happened to his chere then he was unsure as to what he'd do. He needed his river rat, to survive the cruelty to the place. He was attached to her and he didn't fully understand why, they hadn't told each other anything lasting, anything that could be overheard and used against their lives on the outside as well as in their little torture sessions disguised as experiments. He regretted that he wanted to know everything about the fille for her to know everything about him, to have someone to remember them by if for some reason they didn't continue to survive, to not have himself fade away, mon Dieu he didn't even know the femme's real name.
The rattling from somewhere to the right announced that the gurney was returning. Remy scrambled towards their wall ready to make sure that she was OK. Then again it might not even be her, it could be one of the other hundred mutants they kept there. When the rattling ceased and didn't pass by his cell he knew it was her He wanted to scream "ROGUE SPEAK ARE YOU OK!?!" but he knew that cause the thug guards to come to "quieten him down". So he waited until they unbuckled her restraints, dumped her onto the floor of her cell and rattled off back down the hallway. Leaving behind the small sound of sobs coming from the broken southern beauty in the cell in which they had discarded her.
"Remy? Ah can't do this anymore Remy…"
"What d'yu mean chere what dey do? Come on tell me" He was worried. She'd never come back like this before, she always took what they gave and then fought back, always fighting, never giving in, and then joking with him about it afterwards always sarcastic and strong. Now she was drained, shattered, dispirited and it scared him, he couldn't loose her spark and neither could she because if she lost that then she'd soon she'd disappear altogether and she couldn't die in this awful place, she deserved to die, old and surrounded by loved ones, not broken and bleeding in a government owned facility created to find a way to destroy all mutants.
"Ah can't…"
"Fine, tell me 'bout ur home, tu famille…take ur mind offa t'ings you know t'ink happy t'ings" Mon Dieu you sound like a shrink, go to a happy place, what's wrong with you…I just want her back and fighting, if I loose her then I don't think I'll last much longer…
"Ah'll try Remy…
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