Author's Note: Thanks are in order for all my reviewers! I must say that you guys are better than most of my viewers who read a lot, but never review. Kudos to all of you! Also, thank you for the cookies and brownies. They were really yummy! Now, this chapter doesn't have an explanation. I know, but somehow I got lost in the fluff of this chapter, but next time for sure! So, we have a lot of translations today since we have both Remy and Kurt! Here we go . . .
French Translations:
Mon Couer—My heart
elle—her
la demoiselle dans la détresse—the damsel in distress.
Non, pas elle—No, not her.
Et moi . . . bonne j'étais juste être heureux par son côté—And me . . . well, I was just happy being by her side
Je aussi—I too
aussi—too
mais—but
pour moi—for me
et—and
Mais maintenant—But now
Je ne sais pas, mon ami—I don't know, my friend
Pourquoi pas—Why not
Mais je ne pourrais également prendre aucun risque de la blesser—But I also couldn't take any chances of hurting her
Rien—Nothing
Moi aussi—Me too
Pendant une seconde, il était parfait.—For a second, it was perfect.
Et puis dans le prochain, il était plus mauvais que mes cauchemars.—And then in the next, it was worse than my nightmares.
Pour—For
Ou—Where
German Translations:
Nicht gutes—Not good
Nein—No
Nein, das tut nicht—No, that will not do
Wow, that's a lot isn't it? Well, if you're still here, enjoy!
I flew as fast as the plane as it would take me, but it still didn't seem fast enough. Mon couer was hurtin' and I wasn't wit' elle. All I could think of was her, lyin' in Logan's arms, not movin'. The sight pained me.
Chere had always been strong. She had never been the one to play la demoiselle dans la détresse. Non, pas elle. Ma chere was the one who bailed people out no matter how hard it was for her. She had saved moi numerous times and everyone on the team respected her. Everyone on the team loved her. The older ones were always amazed by how quickly she learned while the younger ones strived to be her.
Et moi . . . bonne j'étais juste être heureux par son côté. Je aussi was astounded by her every day. Rogue would always get up and treat each day as a gift despite the fact that the odds were never in her favor.
"Ya know, Remy?" She would ask. "Ah have a great feeling 'bout today!" Then she would smile and I couldn't help, mais feel happy aussi. I knew it was a way of her coping with her powers. I had asked her once about it.
"Cherie, why do you put on this act every mornin? You may fool the other, mais you don't fool Gambit." She had stopped making breakfast and looked across the table at me.
"'Cause maybe one day, Remy, it'll be true."
"What will?"
"Maybe one day, ah'll wake up an' find that ah can touch ya without puttin' ya in a coma."
Sadness had filled her eyes. Rogue et moi had touched before and the effects of it were always bad pour moi. She had always blamed herself when something happened to me, mais I didn't blame her. A coma was worth goin' into if I could touch that smooth skin of hers.
"Gambit?" It was Nightcrawler's voice. He was Chere's brother and was very protective of her. He et Logan used to think that I was a bad influence on her. Mais maintenant he accepted me as did Logan. If Nightcrawler was callin' bout' Rogue, it was a bad sign. "What happened to her?"
"Je ne sais pas, mon ami." And that was the truth. Even now, I was unsure of what hit Rogue or where it had come from. "How is she?"
"Nicht gutes, my friend." I slammed my hand down on the dashboard.
"Has Hank seen her?"
"Nein," This confused moi.
"Pourquoi pas?!"
"She said she won't go until you arrive." I chuckled dryly. Leave it to ma chere to be stubborn. "Which brings me to the topic at hand, how far away are you?" I looked at the computer monitor.
"15 minutes." I replied bitterly. Rogue was going to hurt herself if I didn't get there fast enough, but this stupid plane wouldn't move!
"Nein, das tut nicht." The line went dead and then Nightcrawler was standing in the plane. He hit auto-pilot and then put his hand on my shoulder. We teleported to where the infirmary was.
"Ah said ah ain't gettin' any test til' Remy gets here!" Rogue shouted.
"Rogue, please try to be reasonable!" Hank pleaded.
"Ah said no!"
I smiled and Kurt pushed me towards the door.
I didn't need any more motivation. I walked into the room where Rogue was lying on a bed. Her face brightened as she saw me.
"Remy!" I stood on the opposite side of the room, mais I didn't want to be there. Mais je ne pourrais également prendre aucun risque de la blesser. She frowned as she saw I wasn't coming any closer. "What's wrong, sugah?"
"Rien, chérie."
"Then come here." She looked at me with those green eyes of hers and I couldn't resist. I took her gloved hand. "I'm glad you're okay." I nodded and kissed the top of her forehead. She wrapped her arms around my waist.
"Moi aussi."
Pendant une seconde, il était parfait.
Et puis dans le prochain, il était plus mauvais que mes cauchemars.
Rogue started to shake uncontrollably. Her heart rate on the monitor went crazy. I tried to let go of her, but Rogue kept holding on.
"No," She muttered. "Not again." She looked up at me. "Don't leave meh."
"Gambit's always here pour you." She smiled, slightly comforted.
"That's what you said earlier." I let go of her and started to back away while Hank began to stabilize Rogue.
"Ou, Cherie?" I asked.
"In muh mind." Then, she closed her eyes and looked like an ange paisible. I froze on the opposite of the room. Logan came in and looked at Hank and then at me.
"Cajun," He mumbled. "You have to go." I nodded solemnly.
"Help her, Hank." I pleaded as I walked out of the room. I slumped outside the door and waited.
Then prayed. To any god that was listening, to anything that could help Rogue.
Because if I lost Rogue, I was going to lose myself.
Author's Note: Well? Sweet and sad, right? I got really sad writing it! Next chapter will be from Rogue's POV and there will be an explanation. This time for sure. And to celebrate chapter 10, I made a cake! Review and tell me what you think of the story if you want a slice!