The Little Things

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Author's Note: I've decided to take a break from Ro/Lo and write some Romy.  Hope everyone's happy!! ^_^  Takes place after Under Lock and Key.

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Rogue was bored.

Not only that, but she felt raw.  The mind sweep that the Professor had done on her left her feeling empty.  She felt out of place, out of time, and just plain alone.  They had let her go back to her room, but the sanctuary she had once felt there was shattered.

Ah don't belong here.

She no longer wanted to talk to Kitty.  Hell, she no longer wanted to be near Kitty period.  Whenever the girl spoke to her it was as if she heard nails on a chalkboard and it took all of her strength to keep herself from committing homicide.

And it had only been one day!!!  Only twenty-four hours and she was ready to kill the next person that came near her.

She watched the sun set; it was only six in the afternoon.  Kitty was downstairs doing her homework downstairs since Rogue had chased the poor girl away.

Logan and Ororo were down there too, making dinner.

What is it with Ms. Monroe anyway?  Ever since Evan left she's been way too protective.  She's even worse then Logan!  She always asks us where we are and if we look a bit down, she makes us talk to her about it.  What if we don't want to, huh?  What if we'd like to keep our thoughts private?  Ever think of that Miss Inquisitive?  God, she is so uptight!  Before Evan left…Well, I suppose that's the whole problem isn't it?  Evan running away…

Rogue sighed and watched the sky darken.  An idea formed in her mind.

Walking out of her room, she made sure to avoid everyone.  She made it out the front door unseen.

As she walked into the garage, she saw it.  Logan's motorcycle.  It called to her, and she couldn't refuse.  Getting on, she slipped on her helmet.  She revved the engine and drove into the night.

She knew Logan had heard her, but at the moment she didn't care.

She just wanted to heal the gaping wound in her soul.

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Remy was bored.  As fun as being a bad boy was, there was nothing to do in Magneto's dome.  St. John was, unfortunately, playing with fire and you couldn't talk to the guy when he was like that.  Piotr, or Petey as he liked to call him, was currently reading a Russian novel and would sooner crack open your skull then play cards with you.  Sabertooth (Remy's sparing partner) was nowhere to be found.  Magneto was too full of himself, and Mesmero was a spook, and Remy hated spooks.  One of the main reasons why he didn't become an X-Men.  The other reason was that good guys had zero sex appeal.

So Remy decided to do the only sane thing he could think of, get on his brand new stolen motorcycle and drive off into the night.

And that's what he did.

When trees surrounded him and the nearest city was miles behind him, he let his mental shields down and soaked in the emotionless scenery around him.

He let his guard down so much, that when he felt the deep depression and angst of someone, he nearly fell of him motorcycle.  He instinctively clamped down the walls, but it was too late.  His motorcycle had gone out of control.  Due to his training, he maintained his balance and stopped the motorcycle.  Cursing under his breath, he warily dropped his mental barrier just a bit and felt for the person that was in such a depressed state.

Being always too curious for his own good, Remy closed his eyes and 'felt' his surroundings.  He found the person, and using his training, he soundlessly made his way to where the person was located.

He found her in a clearing with her face towards the sky.  He knew she was female by the size of her hips and shoulders.  Not to mention he the view of her chest which was enclosed in a rather tight dark shirt.  The full moon made all these features obvious to his trained eyes.

Then the figure tilled her head slightly and the moonbeams caught the figures unusual white strips.

Can it be?

Remy smiled wickedly.

Dis ill be a fun night, neh?  Just Remy, a beautiful girl, and no one t' see us but de stars.  Pity de girl can't touch, cause dat's the only ting keeping dis Cajun from bein a naughty garçon.

Still smiling, Remy walked soundlessly until he was directly behind the girl.  Then he made himself make noise so that the girl would know he was there.

To his immense surprise, she didn't even flinch.  Not one to give up, he stepped on a twig and continued walking until there was less then an inch between his chest and her back.

He reached out with his power and felt her emotions.

Hate, carelessness, but mostly emptiness. 'Ere's de fire dat Remy felt when he last saw his chere?

"Watch ya doin chere?"

"Go away."

"Now why would Remy do a ting like dat?

"Cause Ah said so."  She still didn't face him.  Remy felt he needed a change of tactics.

"Know any constellations chere?"

"None, ya?

"Just ere the north star is."

She turned her head slightly and glared up at him.  Remy gave her a dazzling smile.  He grabbed the back of her wrist and her eyes turned into slits.  He brought her arm up and with his gloved fingers, made her index finger point to the sky.  His hand covered hers.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and wheeled her a bit to the left until her finger, covered with his own, pointed to the North Star.

"See her?"

She nodded.  He let her arm drop, and returned his own arm to his side.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched her face and said:

"Ain't she beautiful?"

As if sensing that he was no longer talking about the star, she turned to face him and gave him a questioning stare.

"What do ya want swamp rat?"  She tried to act tough, but it came out more of a whisper.

Remy took a step forward, until her breasts touched his chest.  She didn't move back.

"What eveh you want river rat."

Her hand moved up until it rested on his shoulder.  Then she did the most surprising thing.  She leaned into him, and rested her head on his upper chest.

"Ah want to feel." She mumbled.

Remy loosely wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.  He felt her other arm instinctively go up and wrap around his neck.  Remy lowered his head until his mouth was right by her ear, but not touching her poisonous skin.

"Den feel petite."

Then he started to sway to a tone heard only by him.  She swayed with him.

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But all good things must come to an end.  Rogue knew that she had to get back.  She reluctantly pulled away from his embrace.

"Tank ya"

"Mah pleasure chere."  He smiled.

Acting on impulse, she closed the distance between them, covered his mouth with her hand, and kissed him. 

She took a step back and enjoyed the look of surprise on his face.

"Bye swamp rat."

With that, she turned away and ran to Logan's motorcycle.

The wound in her soul was healing.

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