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Disclaimer - I do not own X-Men: Evolution.
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Rogue felt a pain in her head. She remembered what happened and sat straight up, bringing a sleeping Remy with her. He woke up, startled. He fell backwards in his chair. The BOOM was loud enough to wake Logan up.
"Stripes.." He stood up, completely oblivious to Remy, who's fingers got stepped on by Logan's boot.
"OW!" He howled, shaking his hand and pouting. He flexed his fingers, trying to get the feeling back into them. "Roguey.." He stood up and pushed Logan out of the way. He took Rogue's pale, cold hand in his warm, gloved ones. "Y' be awake!" He looked simply thrilled, as if it were the best thing to happen to him all day. Logan pushed him back, and soon, they were pushing each other. She smiled weakly at them and told them sternly to stop fighting. "But he started it!"
"Remy." Rogue narrowed her eyes at him. He bowed his head. Logan growled and rolled his eyes. He elbowed Remy. The Cajun paled, realizing what he had to do. He looked back at Logan with those red-on-black eyes. Logan nodded and smiled at Rogue, ruffling her hair.
"Take care, Stripes." He left quietly. Rogue looked at Remy, waiting. There was obviously something he wanted to say. He bit his lip and hesitated. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Taking her hand in his, he took a deep breath.
"Rogue.. we.. Hank said.." He didn't know how to say it. "We lost de.. de kid.. de baby.." She stared at him, not comprehending. Then her eyes widened and she threw the covers off her. She set her hand on her stomach.
"Ya mean.." Her vision blurred. She knew she caused the baby's undoing.
"I'm s' sorry, Rogue." He wrapped his arms around her. She rested her forehead on his shoulder and cried bitter tears. She shook in his arms. He didn't know what she ever did to deserve this. He rested his chin in her hair.
"Ah caused it, Rem.." She whispered. He went rigid. "Ah did this.."
"No, Chére." He said sternly. "Don' blame y'self." He let her cry out her frustration and sadness. He felt hot tears roll down his own cheeks. He rubbed her back and tried to whisper soothing words in her ear. She fought to stop her tears. Logan touched the glass outside the window. He rested his head against it. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Logan?" Hank asked. "Are you.. all right?" Logan looked up and nodded, gesturing to the two inside the room. "He.. told Rogue?"
"Yeah."
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Kurt bamf-ed into the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge. He simply couldn't find anything to eat. He stood up and shrugged, drinking from the orange juice carton.
"Kurt!" He stopped and looked over, his eyes wide. Orange juice dripped from the raised carton, onto his clothes. Kitty crossed her arms and glared at him. "You yell at me about the milk, why are you drinking from the orange juice carton?"
"Eh.. heh." He shrugged and teleported away, taking the carton with him. She rolled her eyes.
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Rogue walked downstairs. She evaded everyone when they passed. She didn't know if her powers would be able to be controlled. Especially after last night's incident.
"Hey, Rogue, are you okay?" Kitty asked. She waved her hand in front of Rogue's face. Rogue's eyes widened and she backed away.
"Stay away from meh, Kit.." She said, running around the girl and going into the kitchen. She sat down and put her head on the table. She hadn't told Gambit what she thought about it. That her powers might not be controllable.
"Mon Chére, dere y' are." She felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and at the hand on her shoulder. It was bare. She shrank away from Remy but his hand brushed against her neck. "Oooh.." He removed his hand and slumped to the floor. She bit back a sob. She put her hand over her mouth and ran out of the institute.
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Remy woke up and blinked. He remembered touching Rogue's shoulder.. but he was absorbed. He had a headache.. He snapped to attention, noticing that everyone was now in the kitchen but Rogue.
"Where is Rogue?" He asked. Xavier sighed and steepled his hands. Remy knew it wasn't good by the expressions on their faces.
"We don't know." Remy stood up and he glared at them.
"What d' y' mean, y' don' know!?"
"Logan has gone out looking for her." Xavier said in a reasoning voice. Remy would hear none of it. He ran out to the garage. Scott was going to go get him. "Stop, Scott. Let him go. You will not catch him."
"Do you, like, think they'll find her?" Kitty asked worriedly. Her gaze travelled over all of them. "I think I'll go check on Gage.." She left slowly. Kurt's shoulders slumped and he 'ported out, following her.
"We better find her.." John said. He sighed. "There'll be a riot if we don't."
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Remy didn't know where he was going. All he knew was that he had to find Rogue. Why was he absorbed? Had Rogue lost the ability to control her power?
"Is dat even possible?" He wondered. "She had such good control.." He slowed to a stop on his motorcycle. He looked over at the park. She wouldn't be there. He sighed and started going. He didn't even notice that he drove past Logan. He heard the roar of a motorcycle behind him and looked back. He sped up. When they got to a spot where there was no one, they stopped.
"What are ya doin', Gumbo?" Logan asked, narrowing his eyes. Remy frowned at him. "Up in this area?"
"I don' know." He snapped. Logan raised an eyebrow.
"Her scent is comin' this way. It stopped back there but I know her. She ain't stoppin'." He said with a frown.
"But if Rogue doesn' want t' be found, she won'."
"Okay then, we're stuck." Logan frowned. "I have a suspicion that she doesn't know where she's goin'."
"Really?" Remy asked, a bit sarcastically. "We can split up."
"True." Logan scratched his chin. "But I wouldn't go out this far without someone. Ya do remember what this place is like?" Remy shivered.
"Don' remind me." He bit his lip. Since Logan admitted that he wouldn't go alone, Remy knew he wasn't joking. This was a bad area. If you were a mutant, you were dead. Rogue wouldn't exactly fit in there. He hoped she turned around and went back but the chances of that were very slim. "Let's g', den."
"All right." Logan started his bike and put his helmet on. Remy started his as well, but he didn't wear a helmet. He sniffed at the air. There was one thing Logan could smell and Rogue knew it. Fear. She was afraid of anyone touching her. "I think I know which way she went." They started going and Remy felt his heart skip a beat. Not everyone had to make skin-to-skin to beat some poor, helpless, scared girl to a pulp. He followed Logan, hoping they found her unharmed. They turned a sharp left and Logan had to stop to sniff at the air. He kept going. This was going better than he had hoped when Logan said he lost her scent.
"What be y' goin' by, Logan?"
"Her fear." Remy shifted in his seat. He hated to think that she was afraid and alone. Rogue, he thought, why? They turned more corners and wound up in front of an old abandoned building. "Doesn't this look promising." He couldn't only smell her fear, he could feel it.
"Non." Remy said distrustfully.
"Turn the bike off." Logan snapped. He was suddenly aware that they had been followed. A small group of mutant-haters stopped running and stood there, staring with hatred burning in their eyes. "Damn it. We led them right to her." He ejected his claws. "You get the girl. Move it!" Remy nodded and hopped off his bike, running through the gates of the building. It looked like it wouldn't survive another storm without the rest of it falling down. The door was on one hinge and the knob was broken. The windows were shattered, looking as if rocks had been thrown in. Some of the woodwork on the right side looked as if it had been through a fire; blackened and charred. He pushed the door open and got bombarded pigeons. The flew past him in a mad panic. He focused his red-on-black eyes in the darkness.
"Rogue! C'mon! We gotta get outta 'ere!" Silence, save for the creaking of a wooden bridge suspended in the air above him. He looked around. Light poured in from the broken windows, but other than that, there were no lights. He stepped forward and heard the cracking of glass under his boot. He took out his bo staff. His long trench coat flowed out behind him as he ran behind a corner. He peered back, seeing a silhouette in the doorway. It wasn't Logan. Remy pressed his back against the wall and held his breath. The man stopped, looking around almost blindly. The halls were dark and foreboding. The man was startled to see two glowing red orbs staring him in the face. He fell backwards, tripped by something swinging under his feet. He fell hard on his back.
"Fucking mutant!" The man hissed. Remy stepped on the man's chest, his boot pressing down hard into the man's flesh. He didn't say a word as he brought down the metal staff, connecting it with the stranger's head.
"De name be Gambit, not mutant."
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End for now. Till the next chapter!
11-07-03
-Jess-
Disclaimer - I do not own X-Men: Evolution.
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Rogue felt a pain in her head. She remembered what happened and sat straight up, bringing a sleeping Remy with her. He woke up, startled. He fell backwards in his chair. The BOOM was loud enough to wake Logan up.
"Stripes.." He stood up, completely oblivious to Remy, who's fingers got stepped on by Logan's boot.
"OW!" He howled, shaking his hand and pouting. He flexed his fingers, trying to get the feeling back into them. "Roguey.." He stood up and pushed Logan out of the way. He took Rogue's pale, cold hand in his warm, gloved ones. "Y' be awake!" He looked simply thrilled, as if it were the best thing to happen to him all day. Logan pushed him back, and soon, they were pushing each other. She smiled weakly at them and told them sternly to stop fighting. "But he started it!"
"Remy." Rogue narrowed her eyes at him. He bowed his head. Logan growled and rolled his eyes. He elbowed Remy. The Cajun paled, realizing what he had to do. He looked back at Logan with those red-on-black eyes. Logan nodded and smiled at Rogue, ruffling her hair.
"Take care, Stripes." He left quietly. Rogue looked at Remy, waiting. There was obviously something he wanted to say. He bit his lip and hesitated. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Taking her hand in his, he took a deep breath.
"Rogue.. we.. Hank said.." He didn't know how to say it. "We lost de.. de kid.. de baby.." She stared at him, not comprehending. Then her eyes widened and she threw the covers off her. She set her hand on her stomach.
"Ya mean.." Her vision blurred. She knew she caused the baby's undoing.
"I'm s' sorry, Rogue." He wrapped his arms around her. She rested her forehead on his shoulder and cried bitter tears. She shook in his arms. He didn't know what she ever did to deserve this. He rested his chin in her hair.
"Ah caused it, Rem.." She whispered. He went rigid. "Ah did this.."
"No, Chére." He said sternly. "Don' blame y'self." He let her cry out her frustration and sadness. He felt hot tears roll down his own cheeks. He rubbed her back and tried to whisper soothing words in her ear. She fought to stop her tears. Logan touched the glass outside the window. He rested his head against it. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Logan?" Hank asked. "Are you.. all right?" Logan looked up and nodded, gesturing to the two inside the room. "He.. told Rogue?"
"Yeah."
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Kurt bamf-ed into the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge. He simply couldn't find anything to eat. He stood up and shrugged, drinking from the orange juice carton.
"Kurt!" He stopped and looked over, his eyes wide. Orange juice dripped from the raised carton, onto his clothes. Kitty crossed her arms and glared at him. "You yell at me about the milk, why are you drinking from the orange juice carton?"
"Eh.. heh." He shrugged and teleported away, taking the carton with him. She rolled her eyes.
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Rogue walked downstairs. She evaded everyone when they passed. She didn't know if her powers would be able to be controlled. Especially after last night's incident.
"Hey, Rogue, are you okay?" Kitty asked. She waved her hand in front of Rogue's face. Rogue's eyes widened and she backed away.
"Stay away from meh, Kit.." She said, running around the girl and going into the kitchen. She sat down and put her head on the table. She hadn't told Gambit what she thought about it. That her powers might not be controllable.
"Mon Chére, dere y' are." She felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and at the hand on her shoulder. It was bare. She shrank away from Remy but his hand brushed against her neck. "Oooh.." He removed his hand and slumped to the floor. She bit back a sob. She put her hand over her mouth and ran out of the institute.
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Remy woke up and blinked. He remembered touching Rogue's shoulder.. but he was absorbed. He had a headache.. He snapped to attention, noticing that everyone was now in the kitchen but Rogue.
"Where is Rogue?" He asked. Xavier sighed and steepled his hands. Remy knew it wasn't good by the expressions on their faces.
"We don't know." Remy stood up and he glared at them.
"What d' y' mean, y' don' know!?"
"Logan has gone out looking for her." Xavier said in a reasoning voice. Remy would hear none of it. He ran out to the garage. Scott was going to go get him. "Stop, Scott. Let him go. You will not catch him."
"Do you, like, think they'll find her?" Kitty asked worriedly. Her gaze travelled over all of them. "I think I'll go check on Gage.." She left slowly. Kurt's shoulders slumped and he 'ported out, following her.
"We better find her.." John said. He sighed. "There'll be a riot if we don't."
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Remy didn't know where he was going. All he knew was that he had to find Rogue. Why was he absorbed? Had Rogue lost the ability to control her power?
"Is dat even possible?" He wondered. "She had such good control.." He slowed to a stop on his motorcycle. He looked over at the park. She wouldn't be there. He sighed and started going. He didn't even notice that he drove past Logan. He heard the roar of a motorcycle behind him and looked back. He sped up. When they got to a spot where there was no one, they stopped.
"What are ya doin', Gumbo?" Logan asked, narrowing his eyes. Remy frowned at him. "Up in this area?"
"I don' know." He snapped. Logan raised an eyebrow.
"Her scent is comin' this way. It stopped back there but I know her. She ain't stoppin'." He said with a frown.
"But if Rogue doesn' want t' be found, she won'."
"Okay then, we're stuck." Logan frowned. "I have a suspicion that she doesn't know where she's goin'."
"Really?" Remy asked, a bit sarcastically. "We can split up."
"True." Logan scratched his chin. "But I wouldn't go out this far without someone. Ya do remember what this place is like?" Remy shivered.
"Don' remind me." He bit his lip. Since Logan admitted that he wouldn't go alone, Remy knew he wasn't joking. This was a bad area. If you were a mutant, you were dead. Rogue wouldn't exactly fit in there. He hoped she turned around and went back but the chances of that were very slim. "Let's g', den."
"All right." Logan started his bike and put his helmet on. Remy started his as well, but he didn't wear a helmet. He sniffed at the air. There was one thing Logan could smell and Rogue knew it. Fear. She was afraid of anyone touching her. "I think I know which way she went." They started going and Remy felt his heart skip a beat. Not everyone had to make skin-to-skin to beat some poor, helpless, scared girl to a pulp. He followed Logan, hoping they found her unharmed. They turned a sharp left and Logan had to stop to sniff at the air. He kept going. This was going better than he had hoped when Logan said he lost her scent.
"What be y' goin' by, Logan?"
"Her fear." Remy shifted in his seat. He hated to think that she was afraid and alone. Rogue, he thought, why? They turned more corners and wound up in front of an old abandoned building. "Doesn't this look promising." He couldn't only smell her fear, he could feel it.
"Non." Remy said distrustfully.
"Turn the bike off." Logan snapped. He was suddenly aware that they had been followed. A small group of mutant-haters stopped running and stood there, staring with hatred burning in their eyes. "Damn it. We led them right to her." He ejected his claws. "You get the girl. Move it!" Remy nodded and hopped off his bike, running through the gates of the building. It looked like it wouldn't survive another storm without the rest of it falling down. The door was on one hinge and the knob was broken. The windows were shattered, looking as if rocks had been thrown in. Some of the woodwork on the right side looked as if it had been through a fire; blackened and charred. He pushed the door open and got bombarded pigeons. The flew past him in a mad panic. He focused his red-on-black eyes in the darkness.
"Rogue! C'mon! We gotta get outta 'ere!" Silence, save for the creaking of a wooden bridge suspended in the air above him. He looked around. Light poured in from the broken windows, but other than that, there were no lights. He stepped forward and heard the cracking of glass under his boot. He took out his bo staff. His long trench coat flowed out behind him as he ran behind a corner. He peered back, seeing a silhouette in the doorway. It wasn't Logan. Remy pressed his back against the wall and held his breath. The man stopped, looking around almost blindly. The halls were dark and foreboding. The man was startled to see two glowing red orbs staring him in the face. He fell backwards, tripped by something swinging under his feet. He fell hard on his back.
"Fucking mutant!" The man hissed. Remy stepped on the man's chest, his boot pressing down hard into the man's flesh. He didn't say a word as he brought down the metal staff, connecting it with the stranger's head.
"De name be Gambit, not mutant."
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End for now. Till the next chapter!
11-07-03
-Jess-