Author Note(s): This chapter is a bit on the short side. Apologies. Enjoy anyway.
I don't own X-Men: Evolution.
Nightmares had plagued Rogue's sleep that night. She moaned and turned onto her side, trying to get rid of the images of New Orleans from the eyes of Remy LeBeau. A blonde and her brother...Sabers...Duel...Rogue gasped and sat straight up, holding her head. Sweat was rolling down her body as she tried to decipher her dreams.
Chere? She swore she heard Remy say. She looked around the room, only seeing Kitty snoring on her bed. A throaty chuckle echoed in her head. Chere, Remy's in your head A pause. More so than usual. Rogue growled and laid back down.
"Are ya serious?!" She grumbled.
Oui, River Rat, mini-Remy said. Dose dreams, dey were Remy's memories. Rogue put a hand to her head, considering this. Too bad chere didn't get my fantasies...
"Yer such a pervert!" Rogue yelled, waking Kitty up, who thus phased through her bed to the floor.
"Ow! Rogue!" Kitty hollered. Rogue could hear Remy's psyche laughing his head off.
"Sorreh, effect of mah mutation," Rogue told her roommate.
"Um, like, okay," Kitty said, crawling into bed again.
Look at what ya made me do, Swamp Rat! Now, ya just shahd up and lemme sleep! Rogue ordered.
All right. It's chere's brain, Mini-Remy commented and then went quiet.
"Now, whah doesn' he listen that good outside a' mah brain?" Rogue muttered before going to sleep.
----
Remy had to get up early for his session with the professor. He attempted to keep his confident swagger but unconsciously tugged on his gloves. He knocked on the professor's door lightly.
Come in, Remy, the professor sent telepathically. Remy pushed the door open and swaggered to a seat across from the professor.
"How did you sleep, Remy?" Xavier inquired.
"Bon," Remy replied. Xavier wheeled over beside him.
"Now, Remy, I'm going to take a look in your mind, all right?" He informed him.
"Whatever so Remy can touch stuff again," Remy groaned out. Xavier placed the tips of his fingers at Remy's temples and examined the boy's brain, looking for the trigger. Xavier started to work at the puzzle until it wore the two out.
"Well, I do believe only one or two more sessions and you'll be fine, my young friend," Xavier informed
"Magnifique!" Remy exclaimed. Then Rogue could be taken care of and well, his mind was already long gone in the gutter. He quickly left the room and headed to the kitchen. Rogue was there, pouring herself a bowl of cereal. Remy sneaked up behind her and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her in the air and spinning her. "Chere! Remy'll be able to touch soon!"
"Put meh down, Swamp Rat!" Rogue said, turning a bright crimson. Remy spun her in his arms and held her, looking down into her eyes and smirking.
"Not when you look dis belle, mon River Rat," he replied coyly.
"If ya aren't spurting off innuendos, yer spurting off mushy crap," Rogue told him, but still felt the blush to her cheeks grow stronger. Remy chuckled and held onto her as Scott entered. Scott glared at him through his new ruby quartz sunglasses.
"LeBeau, let her go," he ordered harshly.
"What if Remy don' wanna?" Remy said, almost sounding whiny. Rogue would have laughed if she wasn't so embarrassed by Scott coming in.
"Well, too bad!" Scott said, his hands moving up to his glasses. Remy slipped off a glove and pulled out a playing card, charging it.
"Scott! Remy! Stop it!" Jean said as she entered the kitchen. The two glared at each other before putting their weaponry away. Remy kept his hold on a completely embarrassed Rogue. Rogue snapped back to her senses and shoved Remy away, scoffing and crossing her arms, grabbing her bowl and marching out. Remy followed close behind. Scott moved to follow but Jean put a hand on his arm. She smiled slightly.
"He's more determined than usual, isn't he?" She asked calmly.
"What d'ya mean, Jean?" Scott asked, confused.
"Even after learning of her mutation, he still keeps going," she told him. "I think the 'project' has turned the tables, don't you?" Scott gave her a confused look and Jean groaned, rolling her eyes. Men just didn't get it.
----
Rogue sat in the rec room, eating her cereal, still trying to fight off the blush. Suddenly, with a thump, she knew that darn Cajun was sitting by her.
"So, chere, ya ready for our date tanight?" Remy purred. Rogue stared at him in shock.
"Yer still on fer that?!" She exclaimed.
"Why not? We need a bit of fun, non?" Remy asked, leaning closer to her. She leaned back, putting some distance between the two.
"Ah swear, you smelled too much Bayou when ya were a kid," Rogue scowled, moving to a single chair, continuing her breakfast.
"Heh," Remy muttered, smirking and moving and sitting on the arm of her chair. Rogue glared at him then ignored him. Absentmindedly, he began to run his gloved fingers through her hair "Chere, you an' me, we be in de same boat. We oughtta make de best of it, non?" Rogue remained silent, considering what he had said. "We both will get control, chéri. Je promets." She sighed and leaned against his hand as he continued to stroke her hair and mutter sweet nothings.
Rogue really didn't mind this. Most people were too freaked out by her gothness to even get close. Even if his fingers were gloved, they felt nice running through her hair.
"Quand nous avons le contrôle, je vous montrerai tout que vous manquiez jamais, le chéri. Je vous montrerai chaque moment magique possible," he muttered and Rogue understood none of it. He smirked. "See? Remy knew he'd make you want him." Rogue sat straight up and realized she had been leaning against him, practically cuddling. She blushed furiously and opened her mouth to respond but he quickly interjected, "Now, cher, we should be gettin' ta school, non?" He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, leaving the rec room and stopping in the kitchen to drop off her dishes before sprinting out of the building.
----
Remy sat at a table outside with Piotr and John, wearing his sunglasses to hide his eyes. He used the excuse that the spontaneous explosions from the day before had done something to his eyes, making them sensitive. Scott had used a similar excuse for his glasses.
John and Piotr watched their friend as he looked up at the doors, then down at his notebook. Over and over again. John groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Mate, she isn't even near done," he told him. "Ya really need ta stop being obvious."
"Ce qui fait vous voulez dire?" Remy said, looking at him.
"There's gotta be a song fer this, mate," John said, considering all of the movies he'd seen. Piotr softly smiled and hid his sketchpad, which was of Remy's anxious face whenever he looked up. He wished he could freeze frame the next face.
Rogue had walked out of the school building and Remy had nearly leaped up and had one of the most pleased looks on his face. Of course, he quickly regained his composure and swaggered up, his infamous smirk on his face. Piotr knew that Remy had some separation anxiety when it came to Rogue. He gallantly walked over to her and took her hand, giving it a light kiss. Rogue rolled her eyes and John made a grossed out face.
"Mate, I'm not ever gonna act like that," he commented to Piotr. Piotr gave a small smirk to the Aussie.
"You really dink dat?" He asked. John gave an affirmative nod, crossing his arms. Piotr returned to sketching, doodling the two as Remy flirted and Rogue acted like she was ignoring him but Piotr saw it. A small smile was on her lips.
----
Remy stood in the foyer, waiting for Rogue to come down for their date. He had planned out the perfect evening. As long as she was on time. He refused to pace. Remy LeBeau did not pace. Just tapped his foot impatiently. Someone entered the room and Remy knew it wasn't Rogue. He knew it was Logan. He looked at the man, who scowled at him.
"I don't know what you're up to, Gumbo," Logan growled, walking over to him. "But you do one thing to hurt that kid," he showed his claws but Remy was not intimidated, "I'll gut ya."
"Oui, Monsieur Logan," Remy said with a taunting smile on his face. Logan growled and retracted his claws, liking the fact that the kid didn't get scared but wondered where he got those guts from. It wasn't often that a guy with an admantanium skeleton threatened someone. Well, if it was Logan, that happened often. He growled and stalked off. Soon after he left, Rogue came down the stairs, dressed somewhat well.
She wore a green skirt that had a slit up it, not enough to be slutty but enough to be attractive. A long sleeve black shirt that was a circle cut and showed off her features well. A green scarf hung loosely around her neck and she wore green gloves and black, slender boots. Remy had to stop himself from drooling.
"Hello. Now what's dis? Chere, for me?" Remy teased lightly. He had dressed well himself, wearing a slightly dressier red shirt and a black blazer with dark jeans.
"You wish," Rogue retorted. "A lady has ta look her best when she goes out on the town, Remy. After all, there might be some real gentlemen at the restaurant." She flipped her hair in an oh-so-attractive way and Remy smirked.
"Oh, chere, why ya gotta wound Remy so?" He chided, escorting her out of the mansion.
"Well, somebody's gotta do it," Rogue replied coyly.
"And Remy wouldn' want anyone else ta," he teased back.
----
The restaurant they went to was actually very nice and surprised Rogue. Well, it surprised her that he still wanted to go on the date, considering they couldn't touch. Maybe he was deeper than she thought he was. They had meaningless chatter and bickering, and of course the underlying teasing.
But both noticed one thing. Neither would touch seriously on their past. The most they would say was that they were born somewhere. Nothing else. Neither seemed too concerned, trying to focus on the present. Remy reached his hand out and tucked a strand of hair behind Rogue's ear, getting her to blush slightly. Remy's hand stayed there and gently touched her cheek.
"Remy," Rogue muttered.
"Hush, chere," Remy said huskily, staring into her eyes. Rogue reached up and removed his glasses and stared into his. The leaned closer and then, the whole restaurant began to shake. Screams of terror echoed as people tried to take cover. Remy grabbed Rogue quickly and pulled her under the table as the ceiling fell down. He held onto her until after the tremor had past. The two crawled out of the rumble, Remy helping Rogue up. They looked up and saw five silhouettes against the moonlight.
"Heads up! I'm gonna roll you all!" A familiar voice called out. The figure in the center held his hands up and the ground started to rumble. Remy glared and removed his glove. He reached and grabbed a large piece of rumble, charging it. He threw it at the group and it took them by surprise as it exploded.
"Who are you?!" The leader asked.
"The name is Gambit!" Remy called, blocking Rogue from any attack. "And you?!"
"We're the Brotherhood," the leader said. "X-Man, huh? Give a little message to Xavier for us." The ground rumbled again and Remy caught Rogue as she lost her balance but they both fell as more rumble fell on top of them. The Brotherhood laughed and walked off to cause more chaos and get the message across-Don't mess with mutants.
