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Disclaimer - I do not own X-Men: Evolution.
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The next morning, John was sitting on the couch, watching cartoons. Jean walked into the room and threw him a disgusted look. He grinned and threw a little ball made out of fire from his lighter at her. She didn't notice until it singed her shoulder. Her shirt almost caught fire. John started laughing at her and she quickly left the room.
"The Sheila's gettin' too hot to be in my presence, eh?" He shouted to her with a grin. "Now, back to my cartoons." He turned the volume up and grabbed his bag of chips. Logan walked in and raised an eyebrow. He had the paper all folded up in his hand. John jumped up and swiped it. "Do you mind if I take the funnies, mate? Thanks." He grinned and opened up the paper, taking out the comics and handing it all back to Logan, out of order.
"I don't even wanna know." He left the room and went to get his coffee.
"I love Garfield!" He exclaimed, laughing. Piotr came in with a book and cup of coffee. It was normal for John to have cartoons on and be reading the funnies. He sat down at the window and set his coffee down. "Mate, could you put some sugar in this?" He heard a few minutes later. He blinked.
"That was mine.." John looked over and grinned sheepishly.
"Oi, sorry, mate. Ya know I can't help myself."
"I know." Piotr said with a sigh. "We have a visitor." John looked over and saw Gambit walking with the help of Storm and Hank.
"Gambit.." They watched as he sat down. Gambit heaved a sigh and closed his eyes. John gave him a concerned look.
"Remy didn' see cartoons since he was last wit' y'." He said with a weak smile. He was still pale. He couldn't even stand up without help.
"How is his condition?" Piotr asked Hank. Beast sighed.
"He is better than he was when he was when he was in that sleep. I have a lot more things to test and he practically needs to learn how to walk again. That critical state injured him more than we thought. He knows how to walk, but doesn't have the strength." The last sentence answered John's unspoken question.
"Remy be sorry fo' causin' s' much trouble.." Gambit apologized. Storm smiled reassuringly at him and offered him her hand.
"You're not causing any trouble. Come on. I bet you're hungry." He took her hand and she put his arm around her shoulders and lifted him that way. Piotr got up and helped out.
"I hate seein' 'im like that." John said, his dark green eyes focused on the window. They heard a startled noise from the kitchen and then an explosion.
"Cajun!" Logan's voice shouted.
"Remy didn' mean t' blow up de milk!" Piotr came out, running with Gambit in his arms. Logan came out next, dripping with milk and chasing after them. John gave a startled cry as he dove off the couch, which Piotr jumped over. John then joined in, chasing Logan.
"Logan!" Storm cried as she ran after the four of them. "He has to learn again! He can't control them until he gets his strength back! Logan!"
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Everything was quiet and peaceful. Gambit sat on the couch, watching TV with John and Piotr. Kurt and Kitty joined them soon enough with popcorn. Gambit took a bowl and ate a little bit at a time. He seemed depressed, more so than they thought he would be. They were hoping everything would run smoothly until he could control his powers. That was when they were planning to tell him about Rogue's death.
"I, like, totally think he'll take it badly." Kitty had said before. Logan had been his usual self around everyone, but Scott had often seen him go to the Danger Room and not come out until five hours later, beaten up and sweating. No one was expecting Rogue to make such an impact on their lives when they first met her. All Gambit had to do was look into her eyes and he knew she would change him. Their first meeting was when he had that butterfly feeling in his stomach.
"Remy be wantin' 'is bed." Piotr and John both helped him and excused themselves from the living room. They went slowly up the stairs. Jubilee and Bobby stopped and moved over. They gave Gambit a smile and Jubilee waved. It was good to see him awake again. Evan was making his way to the living room when he passed them.
"Hey Gambit!" He said with a smile. Gambit gave him a small smile. John opened the door and turned on the light. It was big, just like every other room in the mansion.
"There ya are, mate." He said as they set Gambit on his bed. He flopped back and sighed. He loved his quiet room now. No beeping machines, no needles, no reminders of what he went through.
"Want us to leave you alone?" Piotr asked politely. Gambit looked up at him with his sad red-on-black eyes. He nodded slightly.
"See ya in the mornin' then, mate." John said with a small smile as he walked to the door. "Don't try to get up and fall, now."
"Non." Gambit shook his head. They left him and as soon as the door was closed and the soft clicking sound was heard, he rolled over onto his side and gazed out the balcony doors.
-Flashback-
Rogue was leaning over the railing, watching the stars glitter coldly in the sky. Gambit watched her from his bed as she gazed upward, into the heavens.
"Rogue, y' gonna get sick on Remy." He said with a smile. She turned around and gave him a look.
"It ain't cold, Swamp rat." She said dryly. He got up and walked over to her, watching her shiver. She gave him a slightly sheepish look and blushed lightly when he wrapped his arms around her. He was always so gentle with her. He didn't even care if he couldn't touch her before. She learned how to control her powers. She worked night and day with the professor when Gambit was training with Logan. She wanted to surprise him, and surprise him she did.
"Chére, what be y' thinkin' 'bout?" He asked softly. She leaned into his arms and sighed.
"Ah'm thinkin' that we go away togetha. Jus' me an' you." She turned around so that she was facing him and looked up. She stared into his eyes.
"Jus' y' an' Remy?" She nodded. "Remy likes it." She smiled and leaned up, kissing him gently.
"In a little while, Suga." She broke away from his embrace and walked into the room, touching his chin on the way in and winking at him.
-End Flashback-
Gambit couldn't take it anymore. He wished that he could've saved her or atleast died with her. Then, he would've been happy. He stared at the balcony. His thoughts revolved around her ever since the accident. He hadn't meant for it to happen. Everyone made it out but her. Why wasn't she found, though?
"Remy loves y', Rogue." He whispered before falling asleep.
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Kitty and Kurt tried to get him to come out of his room. He wouldn't go. He threatened them and everything, even though he couldn't do much.
"Remy said he dun wanna!"
"But you gotta be, like, hungry." Kitty said reasonably. John had eventually gotten sick of the noise and went to help out. He went into Gambit's room and almost dragged him out.
"Listen to the Sheila, mate. She knows what she's talkin' about." He said with a wink at Kitty. She blushed and followed after him. Kurt got jealous and followed slower, watching John very closely.
"Remy not hungry." Gambit complained.
"C'mon, mate. Ya gotta eat somethin' to get your strength back. You don't want to be carried around everywhere you go, do you?" Piotr looked up when they entered the kitchen. Logan gave them a weary glance then left the room. He grumbled something about mutant Cajuns and milk.
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Gambit sat lazily on the couch, the remote in his hand, clicking it away. John came in and blinked.
"Oi, mate! You haven't moved since I last checked on ya an hour ago." He sat down next to him. "Still upset over the Sheila, eh?" Gambit didn't answer and he didn't have to. "You've been doin' this every day and the only reason you eat is because we shove it down your throat. You ain't livin' a life, mate."
"Remy knows." Gambit said sadly. "He jus' doesn' have much of a life without de Rogue.." He said sadly.
"I understand, mate. Just try to do somethin' with yourself so that the others don't think your dead." Gambit looked at him and blinked.
"Remy will take a walk."
"That's a start, mate." John clapped him on the back. "Just be back by dinner or they'll have your head." Gambit didn't say anything, only nodded and got up, walking out of the mansion. "Now, for my cartoons." Remy walked down the street with a sad look on his face. Nothing was the same anymore. Not even watching TV. If it weren't for John and Piotr, he wouldn't know what to do. The X-Men helped him out some, too, but not as much. The last three years were hard and had taken their toll on him.
"Remy dun t'ink he'll ever fo'give himself.." He walked by a crying little kid. He stopped and looked back, wide-eyed. The little boy had.. red-on- black eyes. "What de..?" He stared at the kid in astonishment.
"C'mon, Gage." Remy paled. She had that southern accent. A southern belle.
"But.." The kid started to say something. "Mommy.."
"Ah can't get ya anythin'. Ah don' have any money." The kid started to cry again.
"Here." Gambit held out some money to her. "Get de kid what he wants." He smiled sadly at her. The woman's jaw went slack. Remy placed the money in her.. gloved hand.
"But.." She stared at him in shock. He seemed so familiar. He blinked.
"Dun worry 'bout it, Chére." Her eyes widened and tears came to her eyes. After all these years. He looked so sad.
"Remy.." She watched his eyes widen in disbelief.
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That's it for now! I know. Evil Author.
-Jess-
Disclaimer - I do not own X-Men: Evolution.
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The next morning, John was sitting on the couch, watching cartoons. Jean walked into the room and threw him a disgusted look. He grinned and threw a little ball made out of fire from his lighter at her. She didn't notice until it singed her shoulder. Her shirt almost caught fire. John started laughing at her and she quickly left the room.
"The Sheila's gettin' too hot to be in my presence, eh?" He shouted to her with a grin. "Now, back to my cartoons." He turned the volume up and grabbed his bag of chips. Logan walked in and raised an eyebrow. He had the paper all folded up in his hand. John jumped up and swiped it. "Do you mind if I take the funnies, mate? Thanks." He grinned and opened up the paper, taking out the comics and handing it all back to Logan, out of order.
"I don't even wanna know." He left the room and went to get his coffee.
"I love Garfield!" He exclaimed, laughing. Piotr came in with a book and cup of coffee. It was normal for John to have cartoons on and be reading the funnies. He sat down at the window and set his coffee down. "Mate, could you put some sugar in this?" He heard a few minutes later. He blinked.
"That was mine.." John looked over and grinned sheepishly.
"Oi, sorry, mate. Ya know I can't help myself."
"I know." Piotr said with a sigh. "We have a visitor." John looked over and saw Gambit walking with the help of Storm and Hank.
"Gambit.." They watched as he sat down. Gambit heaved a sigh and closed his eyes. John gave him a concerned look.
"Remy didn' see cartoons since he was last wit' y'." He said with a weak smile. He was still pale. He couldn't even stand up without help.
"How is his condition?" Piotr asked Hank. Beast sighed.
"He is better than he was when he was when he was in that sleep. I have a lot more things to test and he practically needs to learn how to walk again. That critical state injured him more than we thought. He knows how to walk, but doesn't have the strength." The last sentence answered John's unspoken question.
"Remy be sorry fo' causin' s' much trouble.." Gambit apologized. Storm smiled reassuringly at him and offered him her hand.
"You're not causing any trouble. Come on. I bet you're hungry." He took her hand and she put his arm around her shoulders and lifted him that way. Piotr got up and helped out.
"I hate seein' 'im like that." John said, his dark green eyes focused on the window. They heard a startled noise from the kitchen and then an explosion.
"Cajun!" Logan's voice shouted.
"Remy didn' mean t' blow up de milk!" Piotr came out, running with Gambit in his arms. Logan came out next, dripping with milk and chasing after them. John gave a startled cry as he dove off the couch, which Piotr jumped over. John then joined in, chasing Logan.
"Logan!" Storm cried as she ran after the four of them. "He has to learn again! He can't control them until he gets his strength back! Logan!"
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Everything was quiet and peaceful. Gambit sat on the couch, watching TV with John and Piotr. Kurt and Kitty joined them soon enough with popcorn. Gambit took a bowl and ate a little bit at a time. He seemed depressed, more so than they thought he would be. They were hoping everything would run smoothly until he could control his powers. That was when they were planning to tell him about Rogue's death.
"I, like, totally think he'll take it badly." Kitty had said before. Logan had been his usual self around everyone, but Scott had often seen him go to the Danger Room and not come out until five hours later, beaten up and sweating. No one was expecting Rogue to make such an impact on their lives when they first met her. All Gambit had to do was look into her eyes and he knew she would change him. Their first meeting was when he had that butterfly feeling in his stomach.
"Remy be wantin' 'is bed." Piotr and John both helped him and excused themselves from the living room. They went slowly up the stairs. Jubilee and Bobby stopped and moved over. They gave Gambit a smile and Jubilee waved. It was good to see him awake again. Evan was making his way to the living room when he passed them.
"Hey Gambit!" He said with a smile. Gambit gave him a small smile. John opened the door and turned on the light. It was big, just like every other room in the mansion.
"There ya are, mate." He said as they set Gambit on his bed. He flopped back and sighed. He loved his quiet room now. No beeping machines, no needles, no reminders of what he went through.
"Want us to leave you alone?" Piotr asked politely. Gambit looked up at him with his sad red-on-black eyes. He nodded slightly.
"See ya in the mornin' then, mate." John said with a small smile as he walked to the door. "Don't try to get up and fall, now."
"Non." Gambit shook his head. They left him and as soon as the door was closed and the soft clicking sound was heard, he rolled over onto his side and gazed out the balcony doors.
-Flashback-
Rogue was leaning over the railing, watching the stars glitter coldly in the sky. Gambit watched her from his bed as she gazed upward, into the heavens.
"Rogue, y' gonna get sick on Remy." He said with a smile. She turned around and gave him a look.
"It ain't cold, Swamp rat." She said dryly. He got up and walked over to her, watching her shiver. She gave him a slightly sheepish look and blushed lightly when he wrapped his arms around her. He was always so gentle with her. He didn't even care if he couldn't touch her before. She learned how to control her powers. She worked night and day with the professor when Gambit was training with Logan. She wanted to surprise him, and surprise him she did.
"Chére, what be y' thinkin' 'bout?" He asked softly. She leaned into his arms and sighed.
"Ah'm thinkin' that we go away togetha. Jus' me an' you." She turned around so that she was facing him and looked up. She stared into his eyes.
"Jus' y' an' Remy?" She nodded. "Remy likes it." She smiled and leaned up, kissing him gently.
"In a little while, Suga." She broke away from his embrace and walked into the room, touching his chin on the way in and winking at him.
-End Flashback-
Gambit couldn't take it anymore. He wished that he could've saved her or atleast died with her. Then, he would've been happy. He stared at the balcony. His thoughts revolved around her ever since the accident. He hadn't meant for it to happen. Everyone made it out but her. Why wasn't she found, though?
"Remy loves y', Rogue." He whispered before falling asleep.
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Kitty and Kurt tried to get him to come out of his room. He wouldn't go. He threatened them and everything, even though he couldn't do much.
"Remy said he dun wanna!"
"But you gotta be, like, hungry." Kitty said reasonably. John had eventually gotten sick of the noise and went to help out. He went into Gambit's room and almost dragged him out.
"Listen to the Sheila, mate. She knows what she's talkin' about." He said with a wink at Kitty. She blushed and followed after him. Kurt got jealous and followed slower, watching John very closely.
"Remy not hungry." Gambit complained.
"C'mon, mate. Ya gotta eat somethin' to get your strength back. You don't want to be carried around everywhere you go, do you?" Piotr looked up when they entered the kitchen. Logan gave them a weary glance then left the room. He grumbled something about mutant Cajuns and milk.
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Gambit sat lazily on the couch, the remote in his hand, clicking it away. John came in and blinked.
"Oi, mate! You haven't moved since I last checked on ya an hour ago." He sat down next to him. "Still upset over the Sheila, eh?" Gambit didn't answer and he didn't have to. "You've been doin' this every day and the only reason you eat is because we shove it down your throat. You ain't livin' a life, mate."
"Remy knows." Gambit said sadly. "He jus' doesn' have much of a life without de Rogue.." He said sadly.
"I understand, mate. Just try to do somethin' with yourself so that the others don't think your dead." Gambit looked at him and blinked.
"Remy will take a walk."
"That's a start, mate." John clapped him on the back. "Just be back by dinner or they'll have your head." Gambit didn't say anything, only nodded and got up, walking out of the mansion. "Now, for my cartoons." Remy walked down the street with a sad look on his face. Nothing was the same anymore. Not even watching TV. If it weren't for John and Piotr, he wouldn't know what to do. The X-Men helped him out some, too, but not as much. The last three years were hard and had taken their toll on him.
"Remy dun t'ink he'll ever fo'give himself.." He walked by a crying little kid. He stopped and looked back, wide-eyed. The little boy had.. red-on- black eyes. "What de..?" He stared at the kid in astonishment.
"C'mon, Gage." Remy paled. She had that southern accent. A southern belle.
"But.." The kid started to say something. "Mommy.."
"Ah can't get ya anythin'. Ah don' have any money." The kid started to cry again.
"Here." Gambit held out some money to her. "Get de kid what he wants." He smiled sadly at her. The woman's jaw went slack. Remy placed the money in her.. gloved hand.
"But.." She stared at him in shock. He seemed so familiar. He blinked.
"Dun worry 'bout it, Chére." Her eyes widened and tears came to her eyes. After all these years. He looked so sad.
"Remy.." She watched his eyes widen in disbelief.
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That's it for now! I know. Evil Author.
-Jess-