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kataragirl11 : thanks. I love cliffies. Yeah it was time for them to make it official.
Wanda W : thank you. Gotta love Logan and how they interact.
ChamberlinofMusic : yeah. Rogue can fight dirty. Thanks, they will be slower. Can't write so fast when I'm working on two.
jadeDino : Thanks. fight scenes are not my strong suit in my opinion. Yeah. At least she warned him . . . and he enjoyed every minute of it. Yeah. I bet he did see his life flash before his eyes.
The Bittersweet End : thanks
Temari's Angle : thanks. yeah . . . well at least now remy doesn't have to tell Logan himself.
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Jigsaw 19 : thanks for your opinion. You are free to hate her as much as you like, just like I'm free to love Rogue's character.
CloeyMarie : very valuable lession i agree. can come quite in handy for a girl throughout life.
The Duplicitous One : you'll have to wait and see.
IrisWriter : yeah. remy is quike the hero. Logan probably won't be too happy.
nonentity eternal : thanks. what can I say i love twists. They keep things intersting. They are all planed twists . . . not just random. I'm trying to update consistantly. Thsi has been the longest between updates.
Shadow Hand Zealot : yeah i did enjoy writting it. Who would enjoy writing a fight scene full of flirting?
Valnar : yeah. she did warn him she would figt firty. thank you
RoseNoire313 : thanks. Lorna . . . do you mean Lorallie?
Rogue was still feeling a little out of it when Logan plopped her down on the medic examination table. Mr. McCoy was instantly looking her over shinning a bright light in her eyes and asking her to follow the movement of his finger. Coldness had settled on her and an uncontrolled shiver quaked her body. Rogue could feel them staring . . . Logan, Hank, and Remy. Rogue's eyes locked onto her boyfriend as he shrugged off his trench coat and moved to her side to wrap it around her shoulders.
"Could someone please explain to me why Miss Rogue is going into shock?" Hank asked as he disappeared into his office. Remy's hands came on either side of Rogue as he began rubbing gently trying to get some heat into her freezing body. Logan grumbled at this, but made no move to stop the Cajun.
"Monsieur McCoy . . . Rogue is très froid, (very cold)" Remy said with a hair of concern. Rogue had faced a lot of things . . . like the end of the world . . . everything her mother put her through. Her live had been threatened many times . . . so why did she have the urge to dive under the covers and cry like a baby?
Hank returned with a can of coke and a straw poking out. He came over to Rogue and placed in carefully in her hand. "Drink, we need to get some sugar in you." He said in a soft tone. When he turned to Logan his voice held an edge of hardness that left no room for debate. "Now, will you please explain to me what happened?" Rogue looked at the soda absently. Remy seemed to notice her lack of movement and pried it out of her hand and raised the straw to her lips.
"Stripes and Gumbo were fighting. Then suddenly Gumbo's staff tired to kill her . . . on its own. Since then Rogue's been . . . well you see her," Logan said in a tense voice. "Should we slap her?" he asked the doctor. Hank suppressed a laugh.
"No, I don't think that will help. I wonder if it was one of the psyches taking over? Who else was there?" Hank asked. Rogue released the straw and turned her face away. Remy sat down on the bed and pulled her to his chest. A strange feeling was taking over her . . . she knew it was foreign and not her own. Bad thoughts swirled in her mind.
"Chere?" Remy's voice said questioningly. "Are ye cryin', chere?" he asked shocked. All eyes turned to her as Rogue became distantly aware of the tears streaming down her face. She felt cold . . . cold and dead. She would never get to grow up and enjoy life. She would never feel the sun's warmth on her face again.
"Rogue?" Hank asked coming to lean near her face.
"Dis isn't normal . . . somthin' is wrong," Remy said close to panic. The door to the medic room swung open and Carter stepped inside.
Rogue's eyes narrowed down on the boy. He could see her. This grey eyed boy with jet black hair could help her, she knew. "I think I can help," the young boy explained.
"Carter, I know you want to help and that Rogue is one of your teachers, but Mr. McCoy is the best person to help." Logan explained gruffly. Carter merely shook his head.
"Rogue's not okay because a ghost is attached to her. I know most of you don't believe in my powers, but I can see the woman plain as day. She's hovering half in Rogue half out." Carter said tensely. It was no secret that most did not believe in the boy's power to see and communicate with the dead, but Logan was not one of them. Rogue could tell that the man with claws sensed something.
"She smells of blood . . . and rot," Logan said. "Can you fix it, Casper?" Logan asked Carter. No one escaped getting a nickname from Logan.
"Yeah, I can make the spirit leave Rogue, but that does not mean she will stop trying to hurt Rogue," Carter explained patiently. "What do you want?" he said his eyes locked on Rogue and the spirit. Rogue shivered violently, but relaxed when Remy's arms tightened their hold. "Rogue, don't fight so much. I need to know what she wants."
"Don't call me Rogue! My name is Emma. I won't let her live! It's her fault that I'm dead," a voice said coming from Rogue's lips, but the voice was not her own.
"You cannot take over her body. You have no right. You are dead and have no claim to this flesh. Leave now and I will hear you out." Carted demanded and his eye eyes turned solid pits of black. Rogue gave a cry of pain and went limp against Remy. The . . . ghost was gone. After a moment she sat up on her own, but let Remy keep his arms protectively around her body.
"Why is it mah fault she's dead? Ah don't even know an Emma," Rogue asked. She got to her feet when the color drained from Carter's face. Logan bet her to it and steered the boy into a chair.
"She's a new ghost . . . angry. She was kidnapped and experimented on . . . she died. She says that it was all for you Rogue. She's confused though . . . she's not a strong spirit. Emma . . . Emma Gracelee. She was a mutant. She's tied to you . . . probably won't leave until her death is justified. She can't decide if she wants to kill you or protect you . . . spirits who die violent deaths are like that sometimes. I've ordered her not to harm you, but I'm afraid she has a right to haunt you until she moves on," Carter said. By the end of his speech he looked tired and his eyes had turned back to normal.
Rogue walked over and knelt next to him. "You okay, sugah?" she asked in concern. Carter offered a slight bob of the head in reply. Rogue's eyes flickered to the door seeing all of the new mutants collected together in their worry about their friend and teacher. "Lorallie, could ya help Carter to his room. He seems a bit tired?" Rogue asked the blonde and green skinned girl. She quickly complied and the two students left. When Rogue rose to her feet everyone was still staring as if she would suddenly grow two heads, horns, and breathe fire.
"Are we to believe that . . . this Emma Gracelee was the victim who died in the warehouse?" Hank asked.
"Don't know . . . ah can kinda feel her still here . . . watching. Just mah luck ah get a ghost following meh. Ah would love to have Carter ask her more, but he seemed exhausted." Rogue said.
"I think someone needs to speak about this to Charles . . . and I think I will do just that . . . check up on Carter on the way. To think . . . ghosts are real . . . hum," Mr. McCoy said with a far away voice. "Rogue, you should stay here for a bit . . . make sure there are no complications from this." He said before leaving the medic wing.
"You okay Stripes?" Logan demanded. He was obviously a little shook up from the ordeal. Rogue felt much better than she had. It unnerved her that a ghost was following her.
"Yeah, ah feel better after Carter did whatever he did," she said with a shrug.
"Gumbo!" Logan growled suddenly. Apparently he had not forgotten what Rogue had sprung on him earlier.
"Oui," Remy replied evenly and calmly, but Rogue could see worry in his eyes.
"Rogue is well loved around here . . . you hurt her and there will be nowhere to hide. I will personally gut you and let the others give you a good kick." Logan snarled before turning on his heels and storming towards the exit. "The rest of you back to the danger-room!" he said before the doors swung close behind him leaving Rouge and Remy alone in the room.
An awkward silence ensued until Remy broke it saying, "So . . . does dis mean dat Remy won de bet?" Rogue laughed at this, which was what he was aiming for because the second she did he relaxed his stiff shoulders.
"Sure, Cajun . . . what do ya have planned for meh tomorrow?" she asked and came to his side. Wordlessly he pulled her between his legs and wrapped his arms protectively around her back as Rogue buried her face in his shoulder and inhaled deeply. He smelled wonderful.
"Remy don't want demain (tomorrow) he wants samedi . . . de tous les samedi (Saturday . . . all of Saturday)," he murmured into her hair.
"Okay, Remy . . . you have meh all Saturday . . . after all, ah would have a pretty big hole in mah head if it weren't for ya. Thank you," she said. In his arms, she felt the fear of what almost happened slip away.
"C'est rien, mon coeur (it's nothing my heart). Don't scare Remy like dat again, d'accord? (okay)" he asked.
"Ah'll try . . . but mah name ain't Rogue for nothin'," she responded. Despite her words, Rogue wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms forever. He felt safe . . . like home. Even when she was being possessed by a crazy ghost she had taken comfort in his presence. Someone loving her the way he did was not something she deserved, but she would be damned before she let go.
"Yer name ain't Rogue, chere. Don't lock yerself inta somethin' yer not. Just like Remy's name ain't Gambit . . . he's more den dat," he whispered. Rogue sighed knowing he was right.
"Mah real name . . . its Anna Marie," she told his shoulder. The next instant Remy was pulling her onto his lap. His gorgeous red and black eyes pierced her to her soul as Rogue waited anxiously for a reaction.
"Dat's a beautiful name, chere. Remy t'inks its très joli (very pretty) . . . Anna Marie," he said and kissed the top of her head. Rogue could feel it faintly through her hair. She never cared for her name, but it did sound nice coming from his lips in a Cajun accent. Not many people knew the name she had been given at birth . . . just Logan and the Professor. "Mercy, chere," he said as his fingers brushed her cheek in a feather light caress.
"For what?" she asked. His hand dipped lower to her throat and stopped momentarily on her shoulder.
"For givin' dis Cajun somethin' important t' ya. Remy knows ya don't share yer name wit just anyone. He's honored dat ye shared it with him," he explained. Rogue smiled and closed her eyes feeling suddenly tired. Remy shifted until they were both lying on the table with Rogue resting comfortably on top of him and his arms wrapped securely around her waist.
Okay . . . I hope you all arn't going what the heck . . . ghosts? Carter can see ghosts. Having Emma's ghost will come in handy . . . well maybe not for Rogue. Only one person got part of it and that was Shadow Hand Zealot. So congratz. Shadow Hand Zealot tell me one thing you would like to see happen on Remy's Saturday with Rogue (it won't be next chapter, but the one after that probably). As for this chapter . . . I love that Rogue told Remy her real name . . . and Logan's threat. Of course there is always Kurt who still has no idea that Remy is dating his sister. That should be interesting (I already have something planned). This chapter was somewhere between serious and sweet with the Romy moments. Well please review!