Love is not Proud

"Bonjour, Chere."

"What do ya want, Remy?" She asked idly, before freezing and spinning around. He was standing casually on the balcony of her room (1).

"What are ya doin' here, Swamp Rat?" She asked angrily, jumping up off of her bed, where she had been sitting, reading a new book. She had finally found a bookshop where they served mutants, as the owner's son was one – he had neon green eyes that could see in the dark.

"Remy's jus' come t' talk t' y', Chere. He wants t' ask y' somet'in'."

"Fahne, what do ya wan' to know?" She replied, crossing her arms.

"Remy wants t' ask y' what y'r real name is." He replied, walking into her room. He wandered over to the desk, looking at the things on display- an iPod, a few books, both bought and from the library, and a various types of make-up. After a while, he looked up at her, wondering why she hadn't said anything. As soon as he did, he immediately dashed over. She was curled up on the floor, hands clenched into fists either side of her head.

"Chere? Rogue, what's wrong? What's de matter?" He asked anxiously, putting his hand on her back.

"...Hurts..." She said between clenched teeth.

"Where? Where does 't hurt?" He asked again.

"Ma...heid." She replied, in obvious pain. Remy scooped her up onto his lap and held her there. After a moment's hesitation, she clutched at his trench coat with her fists. She moaned softly as he soothed her, one gloved hand rubbing circles on her back, the other stroking her hair. Eventually her moans stopped, and she let go of his coat. Realising where she was, she self-consciously scooted backwards off of the thief's lap.

"Ah'm sahrry, Remy, Ah jus' get these real bahd heidaches sometahmes. Ah don't know why, but ya bein' there seemed ta help."

"Dat's 'cause Remy's so perfec', he make de pain go away." He boasted, puffing out his chest in exaggeration. Rogue laughed and punched him gently on the arm. At least, she meant to do it gently. There was a sickening crack, and Remy's arm bent at an odd angle. He gasped in pain, demonic eyes watering.

"Oh ma gahd, Remy! Ah'm so sahrry!" She exclaimed, hands flying to cover her mouth in shock.

"T'anks, chere." Remy gasped, "Bu' could y' please help dis Cajun t' l'hopital?" She nodded, and quickly got his uninjured arm and put it around her shoulders, half carrying him to the med-bay. When they got there, Dr. McCoy was just finishing up with Cannonball. The young blond-haired boy had head-butted a wall again, and was having a light shone in his eyes to check for concussion.

"There seems to be no damage this time, Sam, but next time, stop before the wall, OK?" The large blue mutant grinned, a sight that was not entirely reassuring, as he had a set of very large teeth.

"Now, what seems to be the problem here?" He asked, turning to Rouge and Gambit, as Cannonball hopped off of the bed and ran back up the corridor.

"Ah didn' mean ta, Ah swear! Ah jus' punched him on the ahrm, an' Ah think Ah broke it!" Rogue exclaimed, helping the Cajun onto the recently vacated hospital bed.

"Hmm, I see." Hank mused. "Tell me, does this hurt?" He asked Gambit, prodding his arm.

"Oui."

"And this?"

"Oui."

"How about this?"

"Dammit, m' whole arm hurts!" He shouted, wincing. Beast had not exactly been gentle with him.

"I see. Now, I am going to have to x-ray your arm. Please come this way." He turned and walked off into another room. Remy got to his feet and followed the doctor.

Rogue was bored. She was waiting for Remy and Dr. McCoy to come back with the results on Remy's arm. She shivered slightly. Not from the cold, but from fear. She knew why her light punch had broken the Cajun's arm. Carol. She cast an experimental thought into her own mind.

Carol, are ya there?

Of course I am. Where else would I be? Came the angry response from the blond girl, trapped inside Rogue's head.

D'ya mahnd tellin' meh how Ah did that ta tha Swamp Rat? Ah know it was yah powers.

Well done, genius. Like I'm going to tell you. You killed me!

Ah did naht! Ya threw yaself at meh. Ya committed suicide, with meh as yah weapon!

Details, details. The psyche sighed, flipping her hair back.

Sorry about this, Stripes. Logan's psyche apologised, appearing in the front of her mind with Carol. Blondie got away from me. He picked the girl up, and put her over his shoulder, walking off, into the back of her mind. (2)

"Ahem." Dr. McCoy's cough brought her back to reality. "Rogue, are you alright?" He asked worriedly.

"Yeah, Ah was jus' talkin' ta Carol." She explained.

"I see. Now, Mr. Lebeau has sustained a broken arm. This means that he will be staying down here for two weeks, and he will have to keep his arm in a sling for another four. I need you to go and tell Wolverine, who will be expecting him as an assistant teacher."

"Fahne." Rogue said, and walked out.

"Logan?" Rogue called out. She had looked for him all over the mansion, and was now in the garage.

"Yeah?" His gruff voice came from beneath the X jeep.

"Remy's hurt, an' he can't help ya with tha trainin' sessions."

"Oh?" He said, coming out from under the jeep. "How did that happen?"

"Ah punched his ahrm an' broke it." Logan broke into a grin, rubbing his hands together to wipe off grease from the jeep's engine.

"You jus' made my day, Stripes." He said. Rogue scowled at him.

"Ah didn' mean ta! It was Carol; she got ta the front of ma mahnd! Ah didn' mean ta do it!" She started crying.

"Ah...Ah think Ah'm losin' control agahn, Logan. Ah got a headache befoah, all the psyches were shoutin' at meh. Remy helped meh ta push them away, bu' they'll come bahck. Ah'm scahred, Logan." She finished, crossing her arms over her chest, and clutching at her upper arms. Logan came quickly over and gave her a rough, fatherly hug.

"It's alright, Rogue. I'll get Chuck to" She interrupted him

"NO! Ah don' wahnt anyone ta know. Ya know how lahng it took foah tha others ta trus' meh aftah Ah los' control tha firs' tahme. Ah don' wahnt that ta happen agahn."

"It's alright, Stripes. No-one else needs to know, just Chuck. Is that OK?" She nodded, and they went out, to see the professor.

(1) As Rogue is now 19, she no longer shares a room with Kitty.

(2) As it is Rogue's mind, and she was focused, she took away Carol's psyche's powers to help Logan.

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