The next morning Rogue felt she was missing something, walking through the halls it was quiet.
When she wanted to read, it was possible.
It was both relaxing… and unnerving.
Okay, she admitted it. She was more unnerved then she was relaxed.
The Cajun was officially no-where to be seen. Normally, he would have been up before her,patiently waiting outside in the off chance she would forget something and come out in nothing but her towel.
Rogue snorted at the thought,
Delusional little one he was.
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Later that day although one (Rogue) would not admit it, she was worried. A few hours previously she had noticed his bike had gone also and it was dark and the rain was pouring down torrentially.
Sighing she saw a figure coming down the driveway. The sigh of relief passed her lips. That was until she saw the bike wobble and then collapse on its driver. Panicking she ran down the stairs and onto the driveway.
She slid down on her knees struggling to lift the bike as she slipped across the muddy stones.
She collapsed with exhaustion after the bike was torn off him with strength she never knew she had. Hurridly she tore back onto her knees as she noticed the blood that had been pouring down from his helmet to his neck. Hastily but with the upmost amount of care she removed it and gaspsed at the sight.
His right cheek was torn with a thick cut. Obviously by that of a knife or dagger.
What seemed like minutes, but in reality was mere seconds she felt the presence of her fellow teammates. She could not tell who all she could do was stare at the collapsed Cajun.
She watched silently as he was hastily carried away. She then felt a warm arm wrap around her shoulders as her friend and roommate helped her inside. Happy for the rain that was hiding her tears of both fright and pain.
She felt herself ushered into the bathroom, a towel placed into her hands. She looked at the replica of herself in the mirror. Mud was flung through her hair and on her clothes. A mixture of her own and Remys blood mixed on her hands. Hers from the grazes on her hands after scraping across the sharp stones of the driveway.
She stripped and got into the welcoming shower. She hissed as the water collided with her injuries.
It was then she had time to think. She then realized, no matter how perverted and self confident he had been, he had been the nicest and most accepting of her powers. Never flinching when she was near him, never taking her warnings seriously. Accepting her for her, as so many others found hard to do.
And now as he was lying there unconscious and barely breathing, or so she hoped he still was, she realized he had taken the role she had never had filled, her best friend. No matter how much she despised his arrogance.
She wrapped her towel around her hair and headed out to her room.
As she finished getting dressed she heard a faint knock on her door. She opened it slowly and noticed it was Jean with a small parcel in her hands.
"Hank found this in Remy's pocket. He thought it might beling to you or something. Do you recognize it?" She enquired.
"Not yet…" She answered before taking it in her hands and thanking Jean before leaving her to her own thoughts.
Slowly she opened and read something that made her stop.
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Happy Birthday Chere.
.21.02.05.
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Pausing she realized he had most likely bought this for her birthday. Which was more then 4 months away. Talk about early shopper.
Her mind battled with her curiosity.
She shouldn't open it; it was not for her yet.
She placed it on her dresser before sliding into bed.
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It was halfway through the night she realized.
He had wanted her to open it, why else would her name be half written in a rush with new ink. What bothered her was the mix of blood, which obviously meant, in the middle of his fight, or attack he had tried to write it.
Anger fled through her mind. Stupid Cajun.
She turned on the lamp and tugged once at the wrapping as a single object fell into her hands.
A necklace, two dragons, one Dark metal one light curled into the shape of a heart, holding hands and twisting tails. A bright red stone heart dangled from between them.
Her breath got caught in her lungs as she read the engraving back. She may be bad at French, but that she could understand.
"Je'taime Rogue.
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