Disclaimer: Don't own them, yadda, owned by Marvel, don't sue me…
IMPORTANT: Rape is accused but not commited. Slightly embarrasing reasons why they find out it wasn't. More like 15A
Also, anything in italics in this chapter is a flashback.
Author's Note: *cringes* I NEED help with his accent!!!!!!!!! E-mail me at
She couldn't help it. How could she? All the pent up emotions of the last two years just came pouring out, as if she had finally reached the top and was spilling over. Laying curled up on her bed, soaking the poor mattress with a torrent of seemingly un-stoppable tears. It had been her fault he had left, her fault he had left the mansion with only the clothes on his back and (hopefully) a few dollars in his pocket. Where was he now? Was he dead? Was he alive? Did he still think about her?
Desperatly she attempted to ignore her traitorous thoughts, and drifted to sleep, but there was no solace from the diseased memories. Only dreams. Nightmares.
Just over two years ago…
Night. All is quiet save the gentle patter of rain against the roof, and even that is a simple lullaby for those sleeping within. Outside, he slips from the shadows, the only thing visible is two small points of red light. This is his glory, his idea of fun when sleep just wouldn't come. Sneaking around for no reason
"Gambit knows you don't like im doing dis but he gotta Chere"
Suddenly, a crack of lightning lights up the sky, almost striking him and illuminating a figure nearby, who made some sort of yell that was lost in the storm.
"Stormy? You punishin Gambit?"
Yet suddenly the lanky thief remembers: Storm had left on a mission with Cyclops and Hank a couple of days ago. It wasn't her. Another bolt of lightning forks from the heavens, this time striking mark on the person. Under the increasing amount of rain he ran towards it, the smell of burning flesh sickening him, however, he gathers the young woman in his arms to take back to the mansion. She's well alive, but most of her clothing was seared off by the lightning. A semi-square burn marks her exposed stomach.
"Who…who are you?" She whispered, blinking suddenly, fear in her eyes. "WHO ARE YOU?!" She suddenly screeched, feeling the pain suddenly, and realizing that only a small shred of clothing was left on her. The words fall from her mouth with no effort as she smacks Gambit across the face. Hard. "I'M BEING RAPED!" At this, the already roused remaining X-Men emerge from the mansion, headed by Wolverine.
"REMY!" Shrieks Rogue, who flys forward, fury burning in her eyes. For a moment she can't speak. This wasn't her Remy raping this woman. No, it was his twin. Yet… she knew it was him, looking afraid and slightly pathetic, soaked to his skin. "GET AWAY FROM THIS PLACE AND DON'T COME BACK!" She screams through her tears, mixing with the rain. They had always had secrets, both of them, but she had finally felt he was trustworthy. Kind at heart. And that he loved her. But if those were true, he wouldn't be out here, holding an unclothed woman with a suspicious square burnmark…. He had used his powers to subdue her. Damn him anyways.
Wolverine advances threateningly and growls at Gambit, who has backed away from the small group. "You heard her Gumbo, get out of here." As said, Jean and Jubilee, both crying, help the woman to her feet and inside, telling her she'd be safe and they'd find some clothes for her.
"Remy didn't do nuthin Chere…" He says, but to no avail. Breathing ragged, Rogue turns her back to him, and Wolverine unsheaths his claws.
"Get outta here." He snarls again "And don't come back. We don't want you anymore. You ain't worth your tongue, thief."
And so he flees.
Five days later…
Arriving, like a fallen eagle, at the door of the mansion. Wet as hell from the storms that have been raging. The Professor and the others aren't back yet. Rogue opens the door to reveal him.
"Remy… I alwahs knew ya whur a trickster.. but ah nevah though you would do this. I nevah wannah see ya again Remy Go away. Don't come back." This said without emotion, no sorrow. He turns and leaves without a word.
Six days after that
"Professor, I don't know what to make of it" Hank laments "She claims that Remy raped her, and it certainly appeared as if he had by all accounts. But she still has…" The normally unflappable scientist blushes slightly "no sexual experiences, from our extensive tests."
The Professor's face grows dim. "Wolverine and Rogue both said it was a thunderstorm… check to see if the burns on her stomach and clothing have the signature properties attributed to anything Gambit injures with his kinetically charged objects.
One day later
"Tests are negative. We have all reason to suspect that she was struck by lightning." Hank glances around the room, worried gaze falling on Rogue, who sits with a stricken expression…
"Remy… I chased him away. Told 'im I nevah wanted to see 'im again,"
She awakened, cluching a photograph of him. Choking back her self-hate and anguish she hurtled it at her wall, where the frame and glass shattered into a thousand pieces. Rogue felll back onto her bed, sobbing wildly