My Heart in Your Hands
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 11
The disclaimer went shoe shopping with Kitty. It won't be back for a while....
I'm sorry it's taken me so long to post all these chapters- I had most of them written, but I didn't want to post anything until I had this chapter written, otherwise I would have had three chapters worth of reviews going "where's the Rogue and Remy goodness?" So I waited. And then I got a job... so it took even longer. So thank you whoever is still reading this and hasn't lost interest because I didn't post for a week. And special thanks goes out to Ren Elizabeth for her story "Ten Spades," because it was my accent inspiration. Remy's accent is just so hard to write, for some reason! It's a really good story R&R story, so go read it (after you're done with mine, of course!) Okay, enough babbling. On with the story- the long awaited meeting!
From across the park he saw her approaching. The moonlight sparkled across the white streaks in her hair, and lent an ethereal glow to her alabaster skin. Dressed all in black, striding purposefully across the landscape, she was a glorious vision of strength and determination. Remy was bewitched.
At first, Rogue didn't see him, and she almost hoped he hadn't come- then she could just go home and not be forced to deal with her feelings. But as she got closer, she saw a dark shape detach itself from the pool of shadows around the fountain, moving towards her. Her heart sunk. _Now there's no way out of facing him._
They met in front of the fountain, and Remy broke the silence first. "Ah, chere, y' came to see dis poor humble thief afta all." His voice almost sounded happy, and her mind caught on the word thief, but she pushed those thoughts away. She had a purpose!
"Yah, Ah showed up, so whaddy a want?"
A thousand possible responses rushed through his head all at once, and he finally said "to talk, chere, only t' talk."
"'Bout what?" She asked defensively, posture tensed as if to ward off an attack. "If ya want ta know anythin' about the X-Men, Ah ain' gonna tell ya nothing, so don' even botha askin'."
He sighed. "Remy don' wan' know 'bout de X-Men. Ah ain' no spy. Remy only wan' know 'bout you."
Still suspicious, she asked "Whaddya wanna know 'bout me for?"
Instead of answering immediately, he studied her. He could see the thinly veiled fear in her eyes, and wanted to calm her. "Remy would nevah hurt y', chere."
But instead of calming her, his statement made her angry. "Ha! Ya tried ta kill me the day ya met me! "Ah'd say that means you'd definitely be willin' ta hurt me!"
"An' y' wouldn't 'a used your powers on me?" He countered.
She conceded the point, and relaxed her stance a bit. Remy rejoiced at even this small victory. She was a long way from trusting him, but at least she was giving him a chance. "Fahn. But ya still didn't answer mah question."
Taking a deep breath, he thought _Here goes nothing._ "Because chere, y' be beautiful an' fascinatin' an' strong. Y' be somebody wort' knowin'."
She blinked, startled. Whatever she'd been expecting him to say, it hadn't been that. Suddenly, her face clouded. "Ya prob'ly say that ta all the girls. Well, Ah'm not buyin' it."
"No chere, Remy only speak de truth-"
His denial broke the floodgates. Maybe he did think she was beautiful, and everything else he said, and maybe he really did like her, but that just made everything ten times worse. She couldn't touch him, couldn't touch anything with her skin, and she didn't want to feel anything with her heart. She'd still dared to dream of romance, but when she was finally faced with it, she realized what an empty dream it was for her. What good was romance to a girl that couldn't touch? All the weight of her never-to- be fulfilled dreams came crashing down on her at once, and she couldn't deal with it. She had to get rid of him, make him stop wanting her. Had to make herself stop wanting to be loved.
"Ya lie! All your words are lies!" She groped for words, for anything to throw at him to drive him away. "Ah'm just some challenge ta ya, somethin' fun ta use an' throw away. But Ah won' be used by ya, Ah won' let ya lie ta me! Ya come out here, thinkin' ta play a little game with me, An Ah'm havin' none of it! Ah ain' nevah goin' ta be yours, or anybody's, an Ah ain' gonna fall all ovah mahself for ya! If all ya wan' ta do is use me, if ya can't even tall me the truth, then Ah want no part of ya! So just leave me alone!"
But before she could react, she felt his hands gripping her arms, keeping her from running away. She tried to struggle, but he was taller and stronger, she he held her easily. As she looked up at him in sudden fury, he stared straight into her eyes, red pupiled gaze boring into her soul, and she felt like she was falling. He whispered to her "You wan' truth? Remy'll give y' de truth." And before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned in and kissed her.
It was just a quick brush of lips, but he could feel his knees buckling as her power kicked in. Pulling away quickly, he released her arms and stepped back. She fell forward a bit, and caught herself, too shocked to say anything, but unable to be mad as his thoughts and memories flowed through her mind.
With a gloved hand, he gently pushed a snowy white lock away from her eyes. She looked up at him, confusion written all over her features, and he seemed about to say something, but thought better of it. Giving her a sad, apologetic smile, he turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving her alone with all of her questions in the moonlight.
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 11
The disclaimer went shoe shopping with Kitty. It won't be back for a while....
I'm sorry it's taken me so long to post all these chapters- I had most of them written, but I didn't want to post anything until I had this chapter written, otherwise I would have had three chapters worth of reviews going "where's the Rogue and Remy goodness?" So I waited. And then I got a job... so it took even longer. So thank you whoever is still reading this and hasn't lost interest because I didn't post for a week. And special thanks goes out to Ren Elizabeth for her story "Ten Spades," because it was my accent inspiration. Remy's accent is just so hard to write, for some reason! It's a really good story R&R story, so go read it (after you're done with mine, of course!) Okay, enough babbling. On with the story- the long awaited meeting!
From across the park he saw her approaching. The moonlight sparkled across the white streaks in her hair, and lent an ethereal glow to her alabaster skin. Dressed all in black, striding purposefully across the landscape, she was a glorious vision of strength and determination. Remy was bewitched.
At first, Rogue didn't see him, and she almost hoped he hadn't come- then she could just go home and not be forced to deal with her feelings. But as she got closer, she saw a dark shape detach itself from the pool of shadows around the fountain, moving towards her. Her heart sunk. _Now there's no way out of facing him._
They met in front of the fountain, and Remy broke the silence first. "Ah, chere, y' came to see dis poor humble thief afta all." His voice almost sounded happy, and her mind caught on the word thief, but she pushed those thoughts away. She had a purpose!
"Yah, Ah showed up, so whaddy a want?"
A thousand possible responses rushed through his head all at once, and he finally said "to talk, chere, only t' talk."
"'Bout what?" She asked defensively, posture tensed as if to ward off an attack. "If ya want ta know anythin' about the X-Men, Ah ain' gonna tell ya nothing, so don' even botha askin'."
He sighed. "Remy don' wan' know 'bout de X-Men. Ah ain' no spy. Remy only wan' know 'bout you."
Still suspicious, she asked "Whaddya wanna know 'bout me for?"
Instead of answering immediately, he studied her. He could see the thinly veiled fear in her eyes, and wanted to calm her. "Remy would nevah hurt y', chere."
But instead of calming her, his statement made her angry. "Ha! Ya tried ta kill me the day ya met me! "Ah'd say that means you'd definitely be willin' ta hurt me!"
"An' y' wouldn't 'a used your powers on me?" He countered.
She conceded the point, and relaxed her stance a bit. Remy rejoiced at even this small victory. She was a long way from trusting him, but at least she was giving him a chance. "Fahn. But ya still didn't answer mah question."
Taking a deep breath, he thought _Here goes nothing._ "Because chere, y' be beautiful an' fascinatin' an' strong. Y' be somebody wort' knowin'."
She blinked, startled. Whatever she'd been expecting him to say, it hadn't been that. Suddenly, her face clouded. "Ya prob'ly say that ta all the girls. Well, Ah'm not buyin' it."
"No chere, Remy only speak de truth-"
His denial broke the floodgates. Maybe he did think she was beautiful, and everything else he said, and maybe he really did like her, but that just made everything ten times worse. She couldn't touch him, couldn't touch anything with her skin, and she didn't want to feel anything with her heart. She'd still dared to dream of romance, but when she was finally faced with it, she realized what an empty dream it was for her. What good was romance to a girl that couldn't touch? All the weight of her never-to- be fulfilled dreams came crashing down on her at once, and she couldn't deal with it. She had to get rid of him, make him stop wanting her. Had to make herself stop wanting to be loved.
"Ya lie! All your words are lies!" She groped for words, for anything to throw at him to drive him away. "Ah'm just some challenge ta ya, somethin' fun ta use an' throw away. But Ah won' be used by ya, Ah won' let ya lie ta me! Ya come out here, thinkin' ta play a little game with me, An Ah'm havin' none of it! Ah ain' nevah goin' ta be yours, or anybody's, an Ah ain' gonna fall all ovah mahself for ya! If all ya wan' ta do is use me, if ya can't even tall me the truth, then Ah want no part of ya! So just leave me alone!"
But before she could react, she felt his hands gripping her arms, keeping her from running away. She tried to struggle, but he was taller and stronger, she he held her easily. As she looked up at him in sudden fury, he stared straight into her eyes, red pupiled gaze boring into her soul, and she felt like she was falling. He whispered to her "You wan' truth? Remy'll give y' de truth." And before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned in and kissed her.
It was just a quick brush of lips, but he could feel his knees buckling as her power kicked in. Pulling away quickly, he released her arms and stepped back. She fell forward a bit, and caught herself, too shocked to say anything, but unable to be mad as his thoughts and memories flowed through her mind.
With a gloved hand, he gently pushed a snowy white lock away from her eyes. She looked up at him, confusion written all over her features, and he seemed about to say something, but thought better of it. Giving her a sad, apologetic smile, he turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving her alone with all of her questions in the moonlight.