"Where ah'm Ah?" Rogue sits up from her curled position. A blue figure walks towards her and stretches out her hand towards Rogue. The figure's body can barely be made out and Rogue can barely see who or what it is. "Who are you?" Rogue walks towards the figure, curious. The figure's hand dissolves before Rogue's eyes. She runs faster, her breathing quickly increasing.
"She's having a seizure!" Hank runs over to the young girl's side. He pulls the pillow under her head and tightens the straps on her restraints. "What a' ya' doin' ta her!" Remy runs over to Rogue's side as Cyclops' beams shoot from her eyes. "Woah!" Gambit looks to Hank and then back to Rogue, obviously puzzled. Cyclops' powers pull back into Rogue's eyes. She lays motionless on the bed, eyes closed. Gambit runs over to her side. There's still a slight chance that she won't wake up. Tears fill his eyes, wanting to fall onto his cheeks with the thought of her not being here with him. With her at the X Mansion, he felt complete. He felt happy. Happy is rare for him. He looks down at her with blood shot eyes (from lack of sleep) and concern written over his face.
"What's happenin' to ya Chere."
"Wait come back! Where ah'm Ah?!" Rogue reaches out to the figure. It stops running and faces the ground. Who could this person be? Why were they running? Where was she? Rogue runs to catch up. She runs to the figure and stops dead in her tracks when she sees who it is she's been chasing. The blue woman turns towards her daughter and attempts to pull her into her embrace. Rogue shoves her back. The woman tries to speak, "Anne I'm so sor-" Rogue glares at the woman, remembering years of abuse. "Don't try and tell me that yah're sorry c'use we bot' know yah're not. Cut the shit Mystique, what do ya want with me? Where ah'm Ah?!" Mystique grabs onto her daughter's bare arms. Rogue pulls back and stares at her arms in astonishment. "What th-?" Hesitant she pulls at Mystique's arms. She touches the blue scales against her own pale white skin and smiles, "Ah can touch!" Rogue's face lights up with excitement. Her smile quickly falls into a straight line "Now you can come back home and we can be together ag-" Rogue pulls back her fist and slams it into Mystique's face. "Ya don't own me no more Mystique! Ah can't believe ah eva' called ya Momma." Mystique's body dissolves into nothing. "Ah stood up ta her." Memories flash into her head. Millions float past her minds eye, but one sticks out. She turns to the memory and watches it as if she was at the movie theatres with popcorn in her hand and a drink in her holder. She had only ever gone to the movies once, with Remy. He had put his arm around her and it honestly didn't bother her. When she didn't pull it off, she was stunned. Was she beginning to feel something for the Cajun? She shook off the feeling and turned towards the memory. Her eyes watch the memory, wide and bulging. Tears of joy and utter disappointment fall from her face.
"Momma! Can ah have some more tea and crumpets?" Anna-Marie tries her best attempt at a British accent. Her mother, Momma, walks over towards her, tea and crumpets in hand. Her pink dress falls just past her shins, magical wands at her side. A five year old Anna-Marie sits, awaiting her treat from her princess mother. "But of course mistress!" A smile is plastered across Mystique's face as she sets the tea and treat on the small plastic kid's table. Anna-Marie stares back up at her, grin set from cheek to cheek. A bright memory, everything about it was bright and happy, not even the paint on the walls were dark to her, they were an evergreen colour. She smiled at the memory, tears falling from her eyes. She didn't even know she had that memory. She didn't know her mother for anything, but beating and abuse. She pulls her hands up to her face, sobbing into them. Letting everything she's kept inside for the past 9 years of her life, fall from her face. She let's out a quiet wail, "Momma."
Remy stares at this once beautiful creature and cringes at the thought of her in Sinister's hands. "He'll never get ya' Rogue. Ah'll make sure o' it." he leans down and plants a small kiss on her forehead. He lifts his head from hers and sits into his chair. He pulls back a white strand from her face and tucks it behind her ear, smiling at how sensitive and caring he was acting. "Ah remember when we fir't met. Ah had just won a couple o' bucks fo' myself at a bar. Ah was always good wit' cards." he runs his fingers through her hair. "Ah was jus' leavin' when ah saw the most beautiful girl in da world. She had beautiful brown hair," he stroked her hair and wiped a small tear drop from his eyes, "anyways, ah was starin' at d'is girl and d'en Ah saw d'ese, disgusting men followin' her and starin' at her 'orribly. She looked no more d'an 14 years old. Someone o' dat age should neva' be looked at like d'at. Ta keep 'er safe, Ah followed 'er outta da bar behind da two men. She walked into an alleyway, Ah knew it was a dead end.." he let out a deep breath and continued, "Ah couldn't let 'er get 'urt. D'ey followed her down da alley and they went after her, when Ah heard her, you, let out a sob and Ah saw the knife at yahr throat," he cringed at the thought of her laying lifeless on the cold hard ground of the alleyway. "Ah couldn't let d'em hurt ya. When Ah shoved da first guy outta da way Ah felt proud and when Ah saved you, Ah knew you had smiled. It was a quickly one, but it was d'ere." He smiled and caressed her face in his hand. "Ah t'ought ya were gonna hug me and collapse in ma' arms an' cry. But when ya left the alley," He laughs, "Ah had never been rejected befo'. It was weird, but ya were so brave and it intrigued me to find out more about yah. Ya name made me even more curious. Rogue. What a weird name fo' a beautiful girl right? Ah know it's probably not yahr real name, but Ah would never pry for yahr real name or yahr past. Not a lot o' people know about me. And hey my name's Gambit for Christ's sake! I wa'nt gonna ask fo' yahr real name. Ah still don't know, but Ah don't need to know. Ah know who yah are and how yah act and Ah love d'at about yah, how Ah don't have to know anyt'ing 'bout yah, but Ah can know yah as a person. That night Ah met someone that Ah would do anyt'ing for. Someone d'at Ah care 'bout unconditionally. Even tho' we can' touch, Ah need ya to know that Ah love you Rogue. Ah would never want ya to change for myself or anyone else. Ah love yah da way ya are." He leans down and presses his lips against hers, he feels warmth against his mouth. "Ah'll be here fo' ya Rogue," he plants another kiss on her cheek "Forever."
I know it was pretty mushy, but whatever. I had to get some good Romy in there.
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