My Heart in Your Hands
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 3
I don't own, you don't sue.
He leaned against the trunk of a tree, brown trench coat blending in with the bark, back to watching her again. It had been a week since he'd last been here, and although normally he would have jumped at the chance to see her again, right now he was wishing to be anywhere but here. Specifically, he wanted to see her, but didn't want her to catch him. For some reason, he felt obscurely ashamed to be on this errand, waiting to deliver a message to the leader of the Brotherhood. He was sure Rogue wouldn't approve; he couldn't imagine her being anyone's messenger.
He'd become even more disenchanted with his place on Magneto's team, if such a thing was even possible. Now, not only was he reduced to playing errand boy, but they'd obviously become the missing mutants bureau, as well. Magneto's hunt for his missing ally-turned-enemy, Mystique, had hit a dead end, and he had been unable to locate and contain his revenge seeking daughter Wanda as well. Remy smirked to himself, remembering the expression on Magneto's face when he's learned of his son's capture. Even if he'd been unable to find Wanda, she'd certainly done a number on Pietro. _Serves the little boy right, the arrogant insufferable fool._ Magneto's son was not popular around the base.
Looking up, he noticed that Rogue was gone. Feeling relieved, he settled in to wait for Avalanche.
Sighing, Rogue gathered up her belongings and stepped down off the bleachers, wishing she didn't have to trade the warmth of the sun for the coldness of her classmates. Suddenly, she felt the earth tremble under her feet. _Lance must be pissed about something,_ she thought wryly. She'd long since grown used to his temper tantrums. Said mutant came flying past her and disappeared around the corner, almost knocking her over. _Wow, must be serious. I guess the Professor quit defending them or something._ The look on his face had been murder. She continued walking slowly, waiting for Kitty, in no hurry to get to the torture that was geometry.
As Lance rounded the corner, Gambit pulled him up short by the collar of his vest and delivered his message. The younger mutant pulled himself free and said "Forget it! We're sick of being used." Lance stalked off, ground shaking faintly in his wake, and Gambit let him go, new respect for the Brotherhood's leader growing from that unexpected display of defiance. _I, too, grow sick of being used._
He suddenly heard female voices from around the corner, and when her turned around to look, he saw Rogue speaking angrily to two other girls. Before his common sense could kick in and remind him that he hadn't wanted her to see him in the first place, he'd stepped out to come to her aid.
Rogue could usually let the comments just roll off her back, but for some reason, the two cheerleader clones really annoyed her. As they came walking out of the locker room, one of them said, just loud enough to be heard, "Like, what's with that freaky goth girl anyway?" The other one agreed "Yeah, and, like, what kind of stupid name is Rogue anyway? It's, like, dumb even for a mutie-"
With a Logan-esque growl, Rogue turned on them. "It's mah name, an' Ah lahke it jus' fahn!" Her accent thickened with every word.
An unexpected and unfamiliar voice rang out behind her. "It be a beautiful name for a beautiful femme, non?" Remy drawled, smiling a definitely unfriendly smile at the two girls. One seemed about to disagree with his assessment, but the sight of a flaming card in his hand persuaded both of them to shut up and run.
Rogue turned around slowly, eyes widening in surprise as she saw who was standing behind her. "You!" She said, trying to hide the thrill that ran through her at seeing him gain.
With the full intensity of her gaze upon him, he almost lost his composure. Desperately pulling his façade of calmness tightly around himself, he said nonchalantly "Chere, de name be Remy, not 'you'," giving her a devilish grin.
She immediately placed his accent, and a wave of nostalgia washed over her. It was so good to hear another Southern voice... Suddenly, the charm rang false. This smooth-tongued flatterer brought her emotions way too close to the surface with his haunting eyes and Cajun accent. Suddenly angry, she snapped, "Ah ain't yoah chere, Swamp Rat. What are ya doin' heah anyhow?"
He gave her a long, strange, almost confused look. Then, shrugging, his tone completely different, he said "Remy be doin' nothin' here anymore." He turned and stalked away, trench coat billowing out behind him.
"No, wait," Rogue said, confused. Why had she said that? Why had he looked at her that way? Why did his presence make her feel all twisted up inside?
Something fluttered back at her over his shoulder, and after waiting to make certain it wasn't going to explode, she cautiously picked it up. It was a card- the Queen of Hearts. She carefully tucked it into her pocket and turned around to see Kitty coming towards her. A flash of fear went through her- how much had Kitty seen?
Eyes narrowed, the pony tailed girl stared after Remy's retreating figure. "Isn't that, like, one of Magneto's guys?"
"Ya, he is." Rogue's voice was strange, and Kitty looked at her closely. "Shouldn't we, like, go get Scott or something?"
"No! Not Scott, there's no time, we gotta follow him ourselves!" Kitty was a little worried- this didn't seem like Rogue at all. "But what about, like, sixth period?"
"Forget sixth period! Look, Ah swear Ah'll explain it all, but not now! Jus' c'mon!" Grabbing Kitty by the wrist, Rogue dragged the smaller girl along behind her, intent on the chase.
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 3
I don't own, you don't sue.
He leaned against the trunk of a tree, brown trench coat blending in with the bark, back to watching her again. It had been a week since he'd last been here, and although normally he would have jumped at the chance to see her again, right now he was wishing to be anywhere but here. Specifically, he wanted to see her, but didn't want her to catch him. For some reason, he felt obscurely ashamed to be on this errand, waiting to deliver a message to the leader of the Brotherhood. He was sure Rogue wouldn't approve; he couldn't imagine her being anyone's messenger.
He'd become even more disenchanted with his place on Magneto's team, if such a thing was even possible. Now, not only was he reduced to playing errand boy, but they'd obviously become the missing mutants bureau, as well. Magneto's hunt for his missing ally-turned-enemy, Mystique, had hit a dead end, and he had been unable to locate and contain his revenge seeking daughter Wanda as well. Remy smirked to himself, remembering the expression on Magneto's face when he's learned of his son's capture. Even if he'd been unable to find Wanda, she'd certainly done a number on Pietro. _Serves the little boy right, the arrogant insufferable fool._ Magneto's son was not popular around the base.
Looking up, he noticed that Rogue was gone. Feeling relieved, he settled in to wait for Avalanche.
Sighing, Rogue gathered up her belongings and stepped down off the bleachers, wishing she didn't have to trade the warmth of the sun for the coldness of her classmates. Suddenly, she felt the earth tremble under her feet. _Lance must be pissed about something,_ she thought wryly. She'd long since grown used to his temper tantrums. Said mutant came flying past her and disappeared around the corner, almost knocking her over. _Wow, must be serious. I guess the Professor quit defending them or something._ The look on his face had been murder. She continued walking slowly, waiting for Kitty, in no hurry to get to the torture that was geometry.
As Lance rounded the corner, Gambit pulled him up short by the collar of his vest and delivered his message. The younger mutant pulled himself free and said "Forget it! We're sick of being used." Lance stalked off, ground shaking faintly in his wake, and Gambit let him go, new respect for the Brotherhood's leader growing from that unexpected display of defiance. _I, too, grow sick of being used._
He suddenly heard female voices from around the corner, and when her turned around to look, he saw Rogue speaking angrily to two other girls. Before his common sense could kick in and remind him that he hadn't wanted her to see him in the first place, he'd stepped out to come to her aid.
Rogue could usually let the comments just roll off her back, but for some reason, the two cheerleader clones really annoyed her. As they came walking out of the locker room, one of them said, just loud enough to be heard, "Like, what's with that freaky goth girl anyway?" The other one agreed "Yeah, and, like, what kind of stupid name is Rogue anyway? It's, like, dumb even for a mutie-"
With a Logan-esque growl, Rogue turned on them. "It's mah name, an' Ah lahke it jus' fahn!" Her accent thickened with every word.
An unexpected and unfamiliar voice rang out behind her. "It be a beautiful name for a beautiful femme, non?" Remy drawled, smiling a definitely unfriendly smile at the two girls. One seemed about to disagree with his assessment, but the sight of a flaming card in his hand persuaded both of them to shut up and run.
Rogue turned around slowly, eyes widening in surprise as she saw who was standing behind her. "You!" She said, trying to hide the thrill that ran through her at seeing him gain.
With the full intensity of her gaze upon him, he almost lost his composure. Desperately pulling his façade of calmness tightly around himself, he said nonchalantly "Chere, de name be Remy, not 'you'," giving her a devilish grin.
She immediately placed his accent, and a wave of nostalgia washed over her. It was so good to hear another Southern voice... Suddenly, the charm rang false. This smooth-tongued flatterer brought her emotions way too close to the surface with his haunting eyes and Cajun accent. Suddenly angry, she snapped, "Ah ain't yoah chere, Swamp Rat. What are ya doin' heah anyhow?"
He gave her a long, strange, almost confused look. Then, shrugging, his tone completely different, he said "Remy be doin' nothin' here anymore." He turned and stalked away, trench coat billowing out behind him.
"No, wait," Rogue said, confused. Why had she said that? Why had he looked at her that way? Why did his presence make her feel all twisted up inside?
Something fluttered back at her over his shoulder, and after waiting to make certain it wasn't going to explode, she cautiously picked it up. It was a card- the Queen of Hearts. She carefully tucked it into her pocket and turned around to see Kitty coming towards her. A flash of fear went through her- how much had Kitty seen?
Eyes narrowed, the pony tailed girl stared after Remy's retreating figure. "Isn't that, like, one of Magneto's guys?"
"Ya, he is." Rogue's voice was strange, and Kitty looked at her closely. "Shouldn't we, like, go get Scott or something?"
"No! Not Scott, there's no time, we gotta follow him ourselves!" Kitty was a little worried- this didn't seem like Rogue at all. "But what about, like, sixth period?"
"Forget sixth period! Look, Ah swear Ah'll explain it all, but not now! Jus' c'mon!" Grabbing Kitty by the wrist, Rogue dragged the smaller girl along behind her, intent on the chase.