All right! Another chapter. And YEAH the same rules apply. I don't have permission to use Marvel's characters. So don't even think about it. I'm poor! If you wanted change for a dollar...yeah.
This is in the 1930's and they don't have much money so that should explain a few things.
Well here it goes.
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*Ch1 Intimate Stranger
Remy looked around the restaurant. He couldn't find Rogue.
Just my luck. He thought.
His eyes wandered the restaurant but he still couldn't find her. He got up from his booth and walked towards the front of the restaurant.
He looked around all the tables and behind the counter. As he passed a door to the kitchen it suddenly opened.
The person behind the door was definitely in a hurry because the door opened so fast that he barely had time to blink.
The corner of the door bumped into his forehead he fell. He lay there shocked then a person kneeled over him.
And when the face concealed the bright light behind him he saw the familiar beautiful face he'd been looking for. Then blackness overwhelmed him and he closed his eyes.
She looked down at the man she hit. Oh no! Of all people in this restaurant to hit. She thought. She touched his face with her hand. "I'm sorry," she whispered, knowing he wouldn't hear it.
"Jubilee!" she yelled across the restaurant.
Jubilee came out from behind the counter and saw the unconscious man lying on the floor.
"What happened?" she asked as she came closer.
"Well I opened the door too fast again," Rogue said. Jubilee stopped and stood behind Rogue and gazed down at him.
"You know you really need to control yourself when you come through that door. I mean hitting me is one thing because I'm your friend but now you don't know who he is. What are you going to do?" she asked, looking at Rogue.
Rogue took a deep breath and said, "I guess I'll have to take him home with me."
Jubilee gasped. "Are you crazy? You don't even know who he is," she said, now kneeling next to Rogue.
"Well sort of," Rogue said simply. She looked up from the unconscious man and at Jubilee.
"Well besides that. I don't think Bobby will like that too much," Jubilee said, as she put a hand on Rogue's shoulder.
"Look Jubilee Bobby's in jail and I doubt he'll mind. Besides, I just got word that he's set for life," Rogue said.
"All right what do you want me to do?" Jubilee asked.
Rogue smiled and said, "Do you think you could cover my tables? I'm off in an hour."
Jubilee looked at the few tables that were occupied and said, "I don't think that will be too much of a problem."
Rogue got up she grabbed her coat and other belongings. She went back to the table where the man was sitting and picked up the rest of his belongings and took them out to her car.
She pulled up to the door and went back inside. Ignoring the stares of curious customers she asked Jubilee to help her carry out the stranger.
"Thank you so much Jubilee. I'll see you tomorrow," she said before she drove away.
Jubilee stood on by the door and waved and in return Rogue waved back.
Just a few miles from the restaurant she pulled into her driveway. She was glad she
decided to drive to work today. Usually she walked but she was running late today and needed to get there in a hurry.
She took all the belongings inside her small single bedroom home. On the inside were just a small living room, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a bedroom. It was a common house. Like every other house in the city.
She put her arms underneath the man's armpits and carried his upper body while his legs drug on the ground.
Once she was inside she put the top half of his body onto the couch then lifted his legs on the couch.
She took a deep breath and sat down on a wooden rocking chair next to the couch.
As she rocked the loud wall clock ticked away. Every tick ringing in her ears. She bit her lower lip and put her hands on her legs and continued rocking.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, the wall clock continued. What to do. She thought.
She suddenly stopped rocking and got up. Making her way over to the man's coat she pulled out his wallet. Inside she found his I.D. card.
She smiled when she saw his picture. "Remy LeBeau," she said quietly, "I wonder if he's related to the bank robber Bobby LeBeau."
After she finished looking at the card she returned it inside his wallet and slipping his wallet back into his coat pocket.
"Well Mr. LeBeau whether or not that thief is your brother, you sure stole my heart," she said. Once she'd turned off the few lights that were on she kissed him on the forehead and went into her bedroom.
Remy woke up the next morning and he couldn't figure out where he was. He sat up looking around his new surroundings.
"What the hell happened last night?" he said aloud. Then the pain on his forehead struck him.
He remembered the door opening and hitting him on the forehead. Then he went unconscious.
But that doesn't explain where I'm at. He thought.
A burning scent and gasp caught his attention.
He got up and walked towards the kitchen and around the wall was the waitress from last night.
She was standing in front of a stove and frantically tried to get whatever she was cooking off the pan before it burned too badly. When she turned around she bumped into Remy and almost fell but Remy caught her arms.
She gasped, surprised, then looked at the man in front of her. They stood embraced for a few moments their eyes never leaving the others.
"What are you cooking, chere?" he asked, turning his attention towards the burning smell.
Rogue shook her head and pulled her arms free. "I was trying to cook some breakfast and well just because I work at a restaurant doesn't mean I know how to cook that well," she said and blushed as he looked over at the black bacon.
"How's your forehead Mr. LeBeau?" she asked as she reached up and touched his forehead. Only a red scar was left.
"It's…wait…how do you know my name?" he asked, suspiciously.
She looked down at the floor then back up. "Well I kind of checked you I.D. I'm sorry. I knew I shouldn't of but I couldn't stand not knowing your name and…" she said but
Remy interrupted her, "It's alright, chere. I would have done the same."
She smiled. "My name is Rogue Drake and…well actually my husband is in jail for life so I guess that leaves me to my maiden name, Darkholm," she said holding out her hand, expecting to shake hands.
"I guess you already know mine," he said and took her hand in his and kissed it.
Trying to hold back from blushing she put her other hand against her cheek and smiled.
"If you want to use the bathroom it's over there," she pointed towards the bathroom, "and I'll finish up with breakfast and you can be on your way," she said.
Remy smiled and said, "Thank you."
After he had taken a shower he examined his forehead in the mirror that was still somewhat cloudy from the shower steam. She's married. He thought sadly. Though her husband is in jail for life. I suppose that leaves her out on the open market. A smile crept across his face and he finished dressing.
Rogue threw away the burnt bacon and grabbed two bowls and a box of cereal placing them on the table. Once the coffee and milk were on the table Remy emerged from the bathroom.
They sat and ate in total silence. Every so often they would glance at each other but then they would turn away.
"So…uh...Remy," she began, "Where are you from?"
As if caught off guard he stopped and stared at her. "I'm sorry what?" he asked.
She cleared her throat and repeated her question, "Where are you from?"
"Oh well I've been around. Ever since I was about ten I've been on the move. I just can't stay settled anywhere for too long. I have an older brother. I got together with him just yesterday and he's decided to let me help him out with his…business," he said, "So you say you were married."
She took a breath. "Well my parents arranged the marriage and we were too young to get marred so Bobby just started acting very odd. He got into a lot of trouble with the law and now he's in jail for life. The thing is we never loved each other but we still had to go through with it. And I guess it worked out to this. I work as a waitress and hardly make enough money for the rent and it's just not the life I was hoping for."
"Besides I've got to work today at eight o'clock and…"
"What?" he interrupted.
"I have to work today at eight o'clock," she repeated.
Remy knocked his chair over and nearly knocked the table over as he got up. "What time is it?" he asked looking around for a clock.
"Why it's, oh no! It's almost eight o'clock. I have to get to work," Rogue said and began collecting her things.
"I have to meet my brother at eight o'clock," Remy said.
They raced out to the car. Nearly falling a few times. Rogue started up her car and backed out of the driveway.
After she checked her watch she looked over at Remy. "I'm sorry," she said.
"For what?" he asked.
"Well for hitting you with the door," she said.
"Look it's alright. Just as long as we get there by eight o'clock," Remy said glancing out the window.
Rogue tightened her lips together. Her watch read 8:07.
When they reached the restaurant Remy got out even before Rogue had time to park. He
raced inside finding the place where his brother told him to be was empty. He looked
down at his feet and walked back outside.
A mile down he saw dust flying from a car driving away from the city. He knew it was his brother.
As Rogue got out of her car and made her way to the door the manager walked out.
"Rogue! I told you yesterday was your last time being late. I've had it with you never showing up on time. It shows disrespect and is unfair to the other employees that need to leave." The manager looked down at the ground then back up at Rogue.
"You're fired. Here's your pay check," he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Rogue. "Go!" he ordered.
Rogue was too shock to say anything. But she took the check and held it as the manager walked back inside.
As if on cue they both looked at the road leading out of the town and said, "Now what am I going to do?"
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Next Chapter up soon…
Ch. 2 The Road Ahead
This is in the 1930's and they don't have much money so that should explain a few things.
Well here it goes.
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*Ch1 Intimate Stranger
Remy looked around the restaurant. He couldn't find Rogue.
Just my luck. He thought.
His eyes wandered the restaurant but he still couldn't find her. He got up from his booth and walked towards the front of the restaurant.
He looked around all the tables and behind the counter. As he passed a door to the kitchen it suddenly opened.
The person behind the door was definitely in a hurry because the door opened so fast that he barely had time to blink.
The corner of the door bumped into his forehead he fell. He lay there shocked then a person kneeled over him.
And when the face concealed the bright light behind him he saw the familiar beautiful face he'd been looking for. Then blackness overwhelmed him and he closed his eyes.
She looked down at the man she hit. Oh no! Of all people in this restaurant to hit. She thought. She touched his face with her hand. "I'm sorry," she whispered, knowing he wouldn't hear it.
"Jubilee!" she yelled across the restaurant.
Jubilee came out from behind the counter and saw the unconscious man lying on the floor.
"What happened?" she asked as she came closer.
"Well I opened the door too fast again," Rogue said. Jubilee stopped and stood behind Rogue and gazed down at him.
"You know you really need to control yourself when you come through that door. I mean hitting me is one thing because I'm your friend but now you don't know who he is. What are you going to do?" she asked, looking at Rogue.
Rogue took a deep breath and said, "I guess I'll have to take him home with me."
Jubilee gasped. "Are you crazy? You don't even know who he is," she said, now kneeling next to Rogue.
"Well sort of," Rogue said simply. She looked up from the unconscious man and at Jubilee.
"Well besides that. I don't think Bobby will like that too much," Jubilee said, as she put a hand on Rogue's shoulder.
"Look Jubilee Bobby's in jail and I doubt he'll mind. Besides, I just got word that he's set for life," Rogue said.
"All right what do you want me to do?" Jubilee asked.
Rogue smiled and said, "Do you think you could cover my tables? I'm off in an hour."
Jubilee looked at the few tables that were occupied and said, "I don't think that will be too much of a problem."
Rogue got up she grabbed her coat and other belongings. She went back to the table where the man was sitting and picked up the rest of his belongings and took them out to her car.
She pulled up to the door and went back inside. Ignoring the stares of curious customers she asked Jubilee to help her carry out the stranger.
"Thank you so much Jubilee. I'll see you tomorrow," she said before she drove away.
Jubilee stood on by the door and waved and in return Rogue waved back.
Just a few miles from the restaurant she pulled into her driveway. She was glad she
decided to drive to work today. Usually she walked but she was running late today and needed to get there in a hurry.
She took all the belongings inside her small single bedroom home. On the inside were just a small living room, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a bedroom. It was a common house. Like every other house in the city.
She put her arms underneath the man's armpits and carried his upper body while his legs drug on the ground.
Once she was inside she put the top half of his body onto the couch then lifted his legs on the couch.
She took a deep breath and sat down on a wooden rocking chair next to the couch.
As she rocked the loud wall clock ticked away. Every tick ringing in her ears. She bit her lower lip and put her hands on her legs and continued rocking.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, the wall clock continued. What to do. She thought.
She suddenly stopped rocking and got up. Making her way over to the man's coat she pulled out his wallet. Inside she found his I.D. card.
She smiled when she saw his picture. "Remy LeBeau," she said quietly, "I wonder if he's related to the bank robber Bobby LeBeau."
After she finished looking at the card she returned it inside his wallet and slipping his wallet back into his coat pocket.
"Well Mr. LeBeau whether or not that thief is your brother, you sure stole my heart," she said. Once she'd turned off the few lights that were on she kissed him on the forehead and went into her bedroom.
Remy woke up the next morning and he couldn't figure out where he was. He sat up looking around his new surroundings.
"What the hell happened last night?" he said aloud. Then the pain on his forehead struck him.
He remembered the door opening and hitting him on the forehead. Then he went unconscious.
But that doesn't explain where I'm at. He thought.
A burning scent and gasp caught his attention.
He got up and walked towards the kitchen and around the wall was the waitress from last night.
She was standing in front of a stove and frantically tried to get whatever she was cooking off the pan before it burned too badly. When she turned around she bumped into Remy and almost fell but Remy caught her arms.
She gasped, surprised, then looked at the man in front of her. They stood embraced for a few moments their eyes never leaving the others.
"What are you cooking, chere?" he asked, turning his attention towards the burning smell.
Rogue shook her head and pulled her arms free. "I was trying to cook some breakfast and well just because I work at a restaurant doesn't mean I know how to cook that well," she said and blushed as he looked over at the black bacon.
"How's your forehead Mr. LeBeau?" she asked as she reached up and touched his forehead. Only a red scar was left.
"It's…wait…how do you know my name?" he asked, suspiciously.
She looked down at the floor then back up. "Well I kind of checked you I.D. I'm sorry. I knew I shouldn't of but I couldn't stand not knowing your name and…" she said but
Remy interrupted her, "It's alright, chere. I would have done the same."
She smiled. "My name is Rogue Drake and…well actually my husband is in jail for life so I guess that leaves me to my maiden name, Darkholm," she said holding out her hand, expecting to shake hands.
"I guess you already know mine," he said and took her hand in his and kissed it.
Trying to hold back from blushing she put her other hand against her cheek and smiled.
"If you want to use the bathroom it's over there," she pointed towards the bathroom, "and I'll finish up with breakfast and you can be on your way," she said.
Remy smiled and said, "Thank you."
After he had taken a shower he examined his forehead in the mirror that was still somewhat cloudy from the shower steam. She's married. He thought sadly. Though her husband is in jail for life. I suppose that leaves her out on the open market. A smile crept across his face and he finished dressing.
Rogue threw away the burnt bacon and grabbed two bowls and a box of cereal placing them on the table. Once the coffee and milk were on the table Remy emerged from the bathroom.
They sat and ate in total silence. Every so often they would glance at each other but then they would turn away.
"So…uh...Remy," she began, "Where are you from?"
As if caught off guard he stopped and stared at her. "I'm sorry what?" he asked.
She cleared her throat and repeated her question, "Where are you from?"
"Oh well I've been around. Ever since I was about ten I've been on the move. I just can't stay settled anywhere for too long. I have an older brother. I got together with him just yesterday and he's decided to let me help him out with his…business," he said, "So you say you were married."
She took a breath. "Well my parents arranged the marriage and we were too young to get marred so Bobby just started acting very odd. He got into a lot of trouble with the law and now he's in jail for life. The thing is we never loved each other but we still had to go through with it. And I guess it worked out to this. I work as a waitress and hardly make enough money for the rent and it's just not the life I was hoping for."
"Besides I've got to work today at eight o'clock and…"
"What?" he interrupted.
"I have to work today at eight o'clock," she repeated.
Remy knocked his chair over and nearly knocked the table over as he got up. "What time is it?" he asked looking around for a clock.
"Why it's, oh no! It's almost eight o'clock. I have to get to work," Rogue said and began collecting her things.
"I have to meet my brother at eight o'clock," Remy said.
They raced out to the car. Nearly falling a few times. Rogue started up her car and backed out of the driveway.
After she checked her watch she looked over at Remy. "I'm sorry," she said.
"For what?" he asked.
"Well for hitting you with the door," she said.
"Look it's alright. Just as long as we get there by eight o'clock," Remy said glancing out the window.
Rogue tightened her lips together. Her watch read 8:07.
When they reached the restaurant Remy got out even before Rogue had time to park. He
raced inside finding the place where his brother told him to be was empty. He looked
down at his feet and walked back outside.
A mile down he saw dust flying from a car driving away from the city. He knew it was his brother.
As Rogue got out of her car and made her way to the door the manager walked out.
"Rogue! I told you yesterday was your last time being late. I've had it with you never showing up on time. It shows disrespect and is unfair to the other employees that need to leave." The manager looked down at the ground then back up at Rogue.
"You're fired. Here's your pay check," he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Rogue. "Go!" he ordered.
Rogue was too shock to say anything. But she took the check and held it as the manager walked back inside.
As if on cue they both looked at the road leading out of the town and said, "Now what am I going to do?"
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Next Chapter up soon…
Ch. 2 The Road Ahead
