Life went on. School was good. I was doing decent without even trying and, save the few detentions I get a month for being late to almost every class I have, I was having an okay high school experience. Considering. Remy and I were good. Its not the best idea, to date while in high school, but we managed. We were good- no, great. Amazing. Maybe not perfect, but I was happy. I deserved happiness and now I have it when I never thought I would. Life was good. Until...
"Professor, please! You can't let Remy take the fall for this!"
"He put himself in this situation Rogue." That is not a fair thing to say. Remy was hanging out with John yesterday and didn't think too much of it when the rest of the Brotherhood junkies joined along thinking he could handle them. But a seemingly harmless time of after school fun turned a different path, fast. Why couldn't they just play video games or go eat a hamburger. Any other guy-like activity but no. They choose to rob a liquor store and chicken out at the last minute when the guy pulls out a gun. They left Remy there to blame the whole thing on. Now Remy is in jail.
"You can fix it! And you won't!"
"Because I can't."
"YES, you can. But you won't. You could change the mind of what the cop saw or what the judge will declare."
"You cannot just use your mutant abilities to get out of a rut..."
"You don't get it! This isn't Remy's first offense! A while back... when we were doing a... job... Remy took the fall for me and now he has a record. If you let him take the fall for something he was barely a part of-"
"This is not a discussion Rogue."
Fine. I will just find a way around you. And you may be reading my mind right now but if you were that would break your privacy rules so I am going to end this my way.
Its not like he is the only one in this house with psychic abilities and as a matter of fact, Jean owes me a favor for keeping her secret.
Jean and Scott were cuddled on the couch watching television when I barged in, "Jean. I need to talk to you."
"I'm a little busy."
"You are watching Seinfeld reruns, I'm sure you could manage a minute or two."
"Well, I can't."
Her coldness was starting to become nails on a chalkboard. "I'd be nicer to me if I were you."
I stared her down and the unspoken truth became clear to her. "I'll be right back Scott."
"That's what I thought."
We ran into the kitchen and Jean was nearly in tears, "You said you wouldn't say anything!"
"And I'm not. If you do me a favor."
"Does this have anything to do with your delinquent boyfriend?"
"Yes, it does."
"What can I do that would help you?" she scoffed.
"You can do what the Professor won't do. You can get him out of there."
"The Professor will flip he finds out. I can't risk it!"
"Well, there seems to be alot of things you can't risk lately. Like Scott finding out about your mystery baby?"
"You are blackmailing me?"
"Are you or aren't you pregnant?"
"Pregnant?" Logan came in now with labored breathing, as if the thought of Jean pregnant shook him to his core.
"DAMN IT ROGUE!"
"What is she talking about Jean? What is going on?"
"Nothing that concerns you! We are over remember! Actually as I recall, you were the one that ended things with me!" She tried her best to whisper but her anger couldn't be subsided.
I interjected, "Okay, we are getting off topic here. My blackmail proposal still stands."
"Blackmail? What the hell is going on here?" Logan yelled.
"Rogue wants me to get Remy out of jail."
"So do it."
"What?" Jean and I said simultaneously.
"Do whatever she wants you to do. Fix this. Fix everything." He brushed passed us into the other room.
"Woah, that was harsh."
Jean tears went on full blast, "Lets go."
I will never forget the picture of Remy being hauled into a police car. The Thieves Guild was raided by the FBI a few years back and they took some very important things that Remy's dad didn't want in the wrong hands. This was only our second job and we were still a bit rusty. Remy's cat like reflexes were still in progress and sometimes my sense of touch would get the best of me.
They hadn't transported the cargo yet and used a safehouse just outside of town. Remy had all the details and debriefed me on it the week before. We scoped it out and deemed it easy enough. Avoid the henchmen posted out front and take out the ones in back if necessary. Mostly, just try to keep quiet. Then there were the booby traps inside and more FBI agents.
We made it through the first line of defense but when one of the guards took a swing at me, Remy body slammed him right into the alarm system that had lasers set up in distinct locations. Sirens went off. It was only a matter of time now, but I still got the goods and we could have made it.
We were sliding down the roof. At the gutters we were gonna jump but we were nearly surrounded. They had even called in a damn helicopter. Why did Remy's dad trust us with such a huge order? We weren't ready. We weren't prepared. We were kids for damn sakes and thats the only thing that saved Remy.
Both of us would have been caught but Remy shoved me off the roof and into some bushes near the riverbank behind the house, the only unsecured area at this point. He told me to run and I did what he said. With the backpack attached to me, I swam to safety.
I don't know how Remy only managed to get three months of juvi and three years probation but luckily that's all it was. Jean Luc had to pull some strings, who knows from where or from whom, but he kept Remy from dying in prison. It was a federal offense after all.
That was the hardest three months of both our lives. I visited him everyday that summer. Seeing him behind the plate glass window was torture. Even though it has its irony now that we are a couple. Somehow it mirrored what we would be for the rest of our lives. Thieves, star crossed lovers, a hopeless case.
I don't know how many heads Jean had to go through to have the charges dropped but she did it. Remy was in my reach and safe. Maybe John's feelings of rejection were more than I had imagined. Did he do this on purpose to have Remy locked up? I thought Remy and John were friends, how could he do this to him? Or to me for that matter if his crush is really real. The Brotherhood junkies didn't know what was coming for them.
"Thanks Jean," Remy said reaching out his hand.
She ignored him and addressed me, "Are we even?"
"I don't know, are we?"
"You're sick."
"You're the one with mornin' sickness?"
"Mornin' sickness?" Remy wondered aloud, "Den dat must mean you have yourself a lil bun in the oven."
"Great, now your loser boyfriend knows."
"Once again, not a particularly nice tone for someone with such a huge life debilitating secret."
"Shut up!"
I have never seen Jean so angry. Her eyes were full of fire as she screamed. The vein on her forehead was pulsating in an unsteady beat and it honestly looked as though she might strike me which would be a stupid move on her part and I'm not talking about the blackmail.
I was starting to feel bad for the girl. She had dreams and aspirations. She was a saint or at least I thought she was. And just cuz she had sex doesn't mean she still isn't a nice person though she isn't particularly nice to me. Not that I ever gave her a fighting chance.
Not to mention the way Logan looked at her today? Like he wanted her gone. Where was the love he used to have for her? Now he is dropping her like a fly? Logan is cold and cruel but that may be his baby in there and he couldn't care in the slightest?
Damn, "We're even. Okay?"
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Sometimes during Danger Room sessions I would stare at Jean's stomach. Luckily my new partner in crime, Jubilee, was there to snap me out of it. Jubilee was this tiny Asian girl I helped recruit. Who thought anyone would listen to me? Logan and I went to Beverly Hills, no need to mention its awkwardness, and found her parading around as a mall act. Her fireworks were entertaining enough but whats more unique is the way they sprout from her fingertips.
I convinced her and her adoptive parents that the mansion was the best place for her. Was she going to be a circus act for the rest of her life? Someone for people to gawk at? She was more than that. Jubilee was the sweetest girl and stereotypical Asian. She wore these adorable red rimmed glasses and loved to watch anime something her and my brother had in common. She also laughed at the idea of having her permit.
She got along well with Kurt and I but the rest of the house kept her at an arm's length. I suppose its because she is associated with me. Bobby won't talk to me and neither with Kitty as their relationship is still on and off. Its not like I did anything to them. Scott and Jean don't talk to me either but Scott has no idea why. While the adult teachers mostly just keep to themselves.
The mansion used to be my safe haven but now it was turning into a black hole. Sides were becoming apparent. There was Remy, Kurt, Jubilee and I and then there was everyone else. When is this high school drama going to keep infiltrating where I sleep?
Jubilee didn't know much about the tiny dramas of the house and definitely didn't know about Jeans growing baby bump. She never admitted to me that she was indeed pregnant but she didn't have to. She was eating healthier and being more careful. Feigning a sprained ankle, she cut her soccer season short. Jean would still graduate with the accolades but didn't anyone else think it was odd?
Scott is so pathetic. We sit at the dinner table and Logan is sitting there right next to him. Scott asks him to pass the bread, a polite and friendly enough gesture undeserved. Hasn't he sensed anything different in the love of his life? Hasn't he felt anything different when he is with her? They are always joined at the hip, when is he going to start feeling the baby kick?
"Stop it." Jean ordered mentally.
"Get out of mah head."
"Stop looking at me!"
"Well, you're looking at me!"
"Girls!" The Professor called out. He must have been on our wave length. The clamoring noise made him snap. "Kitty was just talking about her cheer competition. I think we should make more of an effort to listen to her."
"Yeah!" Kitty stuck out her pink tongue.
"Someone is at the door," Logan huffed. How can he even stand to be here? With his temperament, I am surprised he has been able to keep his emotions at bay.
"I'll get it," Bobby offered.
I was eating my meatloaf, still staring Jean's way when I heard a familiar voice. Remy, who was sitting beside me, stopped breathing. He looked to me and whispered to himself, "It can't be her."
"Is that?" I got up from my seat and met Bobby at the front door who was talking to my old friend.
"You know this girl?" Bobby asked. I'm surprised he said one word to me.
"Belladonna?"
"Rogue! Oh my... I could hug you but I know I can't but... I want to! I've missed you!"
"How'd you find me?"
"Jean-Luc told me where you were. Where you both were." The way she said that... Could she know? Did Remy tell her about us? Like this house needs any more drama?
"Who is this girl?" Bobby questioned.
"She is Remy's ex-girlfriend," I explained.
"Actually, ex-fiance."
She pulled on the chain around her neck. It was tucked under her shirt but as it rose up the ring was revealed. Remy's ring. His mother's ring. The only thing he had to his name when Jean-Luc found him. Something that, living on the street, he never offered to barter for shelter for food. If he didn't have any, he would go without. But here was Belladonna with his ring. If he gave this to her then their relationship was more serious than I thought. Just when things with Remy and I couldn't get any better.
Mysteryrogue: wow. Been a while since I have updated. Honestly I am working on a non-fanfiction related endeavor which is taking up most of my creative energy but I'm here to give you another chap!
What'd you think? Thought I forgot about Bella?
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