First and foremost, I'd like to thank those who review my story. I am actually surprised to receive different views from fellow reviewers. It probably is because I am doing a Remy/Rogue and Joseph/Rogue in one story. Most fan-fiction, usually would be concentrated on a pair which it'd either Remy/Rogue OR Magneto/Rogue (and etc)
I would also like to thank 4Rogue for the information on Joseph/Rogue on AoA. I have to admit that my knowledge on X-men is limited to only the cartoon, X-men Evo and X-men (1996-2001) as well as Marvel online database. Having this limited knowledge, I would have to say that my plot is unlikely to be taken from AoA comics or any of X-men comics. This being explained, thus making Joseph from other dimension NOT from AoA or a Clone. And yes Joseph would like to be with his real wife even thou Rogue had angrily explained she's not his wife. But being a stubborn and slightly ignorant, he felt that he still have a duty to protect Rogue from harm against the X-men, weather or not she is his real wife. (Hmmm maybe I should have put this in Chapter 2)
I hope this has more or less clarified my story for Chapter2. By the way, this is supposed to be a fun story. No bloodshed. I promise!
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The professor was sitting behind his desk. The teachers, Ororo and Hank, were seated on Xavier's left while Logan choose to stand near to the door where he would get a good view of everyone in the room. Lexa was nearby Logan. Across from the professor to the right, Jean, Kitty, Kurt and Rogue had squeeze themselves onto a leathered couch. Leaning against the armrest of the couch beside Jean, was Scott, arms folded studying Joseph. On the other side was Wanda seated on the armrest with Pietro standing beside her.
Opposite them, Amara, Rhane, Jubilee and Tabby squeezed onto another leather couch. The rest of the guys were scattered around the room leaning against the row of bookshelves which covered about half of the walls. Remy, like Logan, choose to stand near to the door to get the full view of everyone especially the silvered-hair cradle snatcher.
For Remy, Joseph might be from another dimension and may not be like Magneto, but the idea that Rogue were to marry him is such an insult to his ego. He wondered what was Remy in the other dimension doing? Didn't he even notice Rogue that this man gets to marry her and not him? Or does he even exist in the other side?
Rogue was nervous. She was not sure why. Perhaps it is because she knew in another dimension, she is married to Joseph. With her mutation, all her dreams she had as a child were long gone. Gone were the days she had dreamt of walking down the aisle in her white wedding gown with studded crystals on it's skirt, or how it would feel to carry a baby in her womb. Now, she had learned to accept that, a dream was just a dream. She might never get control of her mutation. But since Joseph had accidentally come, her hope was lifted. Maybe someday someone would be able to touch her, to kiss. Only Remy had sought for her but he can't touch her. If only he was able too like Joseph did. She recalled the touch and pictured Remy. At the thought of this, she blushed. She looks across the room to see Remy then to Joseph. He sat leaning against the back of the chair, arms on either side of the armrest. He looked calm and relaxed but his features gave him away. The strong set of jaws and the eyes that moves taking in the details of everyone and everything in the room shows that he is guarded. He would be prepared for an escape if needed.
Joseph had not expected this to happen. It was beyond explanation, to him, that it was possible to get into a different dimension. He had learned that in this dimension, he was a super villain and these X-men simply do not trust him. It was not spoken but the welcoming he got was enough to comprehend. He knew that he would have a hard time to convince anyone about himself and to gain their trust, especially to the three men whom seem to be protective of Rogue. It is no wonder that this Rogue looked different when he saw her earlier. She was a teenager, perhaps seventeen or eighteen, he thought.
He met his Rogue, Anna-Marie, about two years ago and she was twenty-one then. But she did tell him on her rebellious younger days, how she dresses herself as a Goth so that she can keep others away, why she had run away from home when she discovered her powers, her first boyfriend she put in a coma for 3 months when they had kissed. Anna-Marie must have looked like this when she was younger. The thought of his wife tugs a string in his heart. He already misses her. He gazed towards Rogue to see her looking at him and blushed. He smiled at her. He felt a mix of emotions. Looking at Rogue eased his pain of missing Anna-Marie. He felt guilty, nervous even. How does one control an emotion so strong for someone who is everything like Anna-Marie but is not. This, he know, would be a battle of conscience.
"Joseph" the professor started to address. Joseph turned his gaze away from Rogue to meet the professor. "I have to make it clear to you that you do not belong in this dimension."
Joseph nods "We had already established that professor, I understand fully" he gaze back to Rogue. "Is there anyway possible for me to go back?"
"I cannot promise you anything Joseph. But if you don't mind, could you please tell us what happened just before you came here? Hopefully, it could help us think of a way."
Joseph explained that his twin, Eric, which had everyone eyebrow's raised at the mention of the name, had created a weapon that would make things disappear, except that, things did not disappear but in fact, unknown from the other side, ported them into a different dimension. Or at least that was what happened to him. His team, which includes Rogue and himself, was on a mission to stop Eric. In spur of a moment, he had protected Rogue, using his magnetic shield from the blast that Eric had directed. What Joseph did not understand was that, his shield should have protected him and this was something he had not anticipated.
"It probably was your shield that caused you to be in this dimension. But this is only an assumption Joseph." Joseph simply nods. Maybe the professor was right. He could have literally disappeared, dissipated, broken into molecules. To simplify, he could be dead. At this point he was not sure which one would be better, to be dead or to be stuck in a different place. At least if he was dead, he would not have to think about Anna-Marie. He would be able to escape his battle of conscience with this new discovery of young Rogue, whom exactly was the reason that he was glad that he lived. What if he could not get back? Young Rogue is here, maybe…NO! She is not Anna-Marie. And that devil with those red-black eyes was so protective of her. He knew - he understood - the devil had called himself Remy, Gambit truly care for her…and love?
"And you were able to touch Rogue. How?" the professor's question cut his thoughts. Suddenly the room seems quiet and the air was still. The anticipation had made everyone held their breath. Joseph glanced at Rogue who tried to avoid eye contact with anyone in the room. The faint blush had crept up her cheeks even her mask unable to hide.
"It's bio-magnetic shield. It's barely there but it protects myself against Rogue's mutation."
"Very well, it seems that you have to stay here for the moment. We have a spare room for you. Someone -."
"Ah'll / Remy do it!" Rogue and Remy spoke in unison.
"No / Non! Ah'll / Remy go" again they spoke in unison. This time Rogue was already on her feet and Remy had stepped forward from the door. Both were glaring at each other. The girls had their hands over their mouth, afraid that if they intervene, they'd be dead. Kitty and Kurt was trying to pull Rogue back to her seat. Wanda shut her eyes and rubbed her temple. Pietro kept looking at the two southerners. The boys as always, started their bet. Logan kept growling. Lexa had the "I am lost" look. Ororo and Hank were forecasting about the weather in the room. The professor runs his hands over his head. Joseph was simply amused.
"The weather in here is hot isn't it?" Hank said.
"Non chere. Remy won't let y' do that. He could b' dangerous and y'r power won't work on him. Remy worry for y' safety. Let Remy show him his room" he tried to reason.
"For a while Hank. Probably there will be hurricane coming up" Storm smiled. Hank nodded.
"Ah'm not weak Swamp Rat. Beside we are in the mansion where the X-men lives. What could possibly happen? The only dangerous person right now is yah swamp rat. Yah probably wanna show him the room so yah could jus' kill him"
"Non! That is absurd Rogue! How can Remy kill him when we are in the mansion?" Merde! Now everyone knows he jus want to kill Joseph. "Remy won't do that o' course. Remy be X-men. X-men don't kill" He stood tall and proud. Rogue rolled her eyes, and Joseph cocked his head and raised an eyebrow.
"Besides" he continued "He can touch y' what if he drag y' in the room and…and do that thing t' y'" Remy know he was getting out of point. He knew Joseph would not do that. But he did not want him getting to close to Rogue. That got Logan's attention. Now he had to two men to take care off.
"Ahem" Joseph cleared his throat. "I can assure you that no harm would be done on Rogue." He glared at Remy. "And I am a gentleman and would do no such thing to a woman." Tabby, Amara, Rhane and Jubilee went "Aawww".
"He won't harm me O.K" Rogue grab Joseph arm and made the way out quickly before Remy could protest further. "Ah know. Third floor. Boys wing, last room at the end of the hall professor" while she dragged Joseph along.
"Oh Well. Thank you for – " Joseph stopped mid sentence when he was tugged hard by Rogue. "- Hospitality professor" his voice was heard once he was out of the room.
"The weather was unexpected wasn't it? The hurricane never came." Hank spoke of the room which was still prim and proper.
"Indeed it was Hank only thunder and shower" Ororo smile, looking at Remy who was pacing to and fro in front of the door, fist punching onto his other palm, occasionally stopped and shook his head in disbelief and swearing abundantly in French.
