Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I don't own Marvel, nor am I making any money with this.
Notes: Thanks for all the reviews! They've helped out a bunch and I hope you'll see the changes in this chapter.
However, I'm not going to do the physical description changes because the story is already put into motion. If I
get enough complaints on it though, I might just change the whole thing. Anyways, here's the next Chapter!
Chapter 3
She'd been sitting in the little patch of grass for about fifteen minutes. Her tears had subsided somewhat into dry
sobs. Rocking back and forth slowly, knees still pulled up to her chest she doesn't hear the footsteps approaching.
The wind still blows gently and the leaf continues to go through her arm, which goes unnoticed. Soon enough the
footsteps stop, and the person's shadow falls over the huddled girl. She looked so vulnerable, when in reality it
was just the opposite. That feeling that you get, when someone is near you, and you can't see them, but you
know they are there, comes over Rogue and she looks up. Eyes puffy and red from crying. Feet torn and cut, and
hair sporting little knots around her head.
"'eh chere. Whatcha out here all by your lonesome for?" Tall, and handsome, he stood there, looking down
at her with a halfway crooked smile. Both arms were crossed over his broad chest, and a few tendrils fell over his
eyes as he looks down at her. He probably could have come upon her without making any sound, but he didn't
want to just appear. That would've scared her.
She just looked at him with her big doe eyes and blinked. //The nerve of them, sendin' the new kid out here
so they could try and get me ta come back.// She sighed. "What do ya want?"
"Jus' to talk to ya chere." He lifted his shoulders in a nonchalont shrug, eyes, beneath the glasses making
the effort of moving from Rogue, and to the sky, the sun was begining to set.
Tears start to stream down her cheeks. "But you saw what ah did! Why would you wanna be around
someone who can do somethin' like that?" She closed her eyes, the scene replaying in her mind over and over
again. All she wanted to do was be normal. She tucked herself tighter into a ball, burying her head back into her
knees.
Arms, strong and lean wrapped around her, and she stifened, struggling to move from his grasp, he only
held onto her tighter, though not enough to hurt. His arms were covered from with long sleeves, hands with
gloves. She shifted several times, trying not to put her hands on him directly. "What's wrong with you? Do you
wanna end up like Kitty?" Sadness replaced by anger at his stubborness, she finally gave up. Emotionally and
physically exhausted, she leaned her head against his muscled chest. No more tears came, she'd cried for Kitty
and she'd cried for herself, but there wasn't anything left. Remy picked her up, and she didn't resist, just let her
head rest on his chest.
She woke up, not even knowing that she'd fallen asleep. She was in the Med. lab, and dressed. She didn't
know how she got there, and for a moment the events of the past few hours were hazy. Then it all came into
focus and the feeling of saddess overwhelmed her. She tried to sit up, but dizzieness overwhelmed her and she
layed her head back down.
"I gave you a mild sedative. You were pretty banged up." Dr. Jean Grey turned around and looked at her,
a warm smile on her face, as though she hadn't almost killed Kitty.
"Is she alright?" Upper teeth clamped onto her bottom lip, and she bit on it gently.
Turning back around again, a few instruments can be heard clattering together. "She'll be fine. She didn't
touch you real long, but it still knocked her out pretty good." She left out the fact that Rogue almost killed her.
A dramatic change came over Rogue, and she relaxed almost immediatly, both physically and emotionally.
She leaned back a bit more comfortably on the pillow, and her eyes blinked sleepily. Though her feet came into
focus, they were wrapped in gauze. "You must have walked through a thorn patch. Your feet were all torn up."
A slight frown passed over Rogue's features, and she nodded faintly. "Oh." A faint thought came into her
mind before she fell back asleep. Where's Remy?
She woke up again, and the lab was empty, only there was a single red rose on her pillow. A smile came to
her lips as she brought it to her nose, letting the sweet scent envelope her. Fully rested, she was now hungry and
in desperate need of wanting to move around. Sitting up, she found that she wasn't dizzy at all, slowly she swung
her legs onto the side of the bed, and put pressure on her wrapped up feet. They barely hurt. She didn't know why
she needed them. Dressed in a hospital gown, not the most modest of attire, she crept out of the medlab, and
moved to her room.
Once back in her room, she slipped on a pair of loose jeans, and a halter top, brushing her hair up into a
pony tail, the white stripes left down to frame her face, she looked around the room. All of the makeup and
accessories were put up. The red dress was back on the hanger in Kitty's closet. She sighed, moving from the
room after she slipped on a pair of gloves,and out into the hall. She walked kind of stifly, her feet still ached, but
the sandels she slipped on were better than any of her other shoes.
She passed several of the students on the way to the cafeteria, most of them gave her dirty looks, and
she couldn't for the life of her figure out why. Most of Kitty's powers have worn off, so she doesn't have that to
worry about. She finally got to the cafeteria, and a small group of Kitty's friends were in a table. Suddenly she
knew why everyone gave her the funny looks. They thought she hurt Kitty on purpose or something. She went up
to the bar, and was about to get her food, when the kids stood up and started coming towards her. She put a
passive expression on her face, and even offered a small smile. "Is there somethin' ah can help ya'll with?"
"We know why you hurt Kitty." A boy with spikey hair and was known for his undying love for Kitty said to
Rogue.
Rogue frowned lightly "I didn't do it on purpose..." How would she explain to them that for once she was
just being normal? And that Kitty had touched her, that doesn't mean it wasn't her fault, it just means that she
didn't do it intentionally.
The boy, also known as Tom, sneered. "Like Wolverine was an accident?" She hadn't thought of him in so
long. She didnt' think he was ever coming back, but she still wore the dogtags under her shirt, more of a memory
of him than anything.
A rich French accent filled the air, mixed in with a New Orleans drawl. "Bonjour...is this some kinda social
event someone neglected to tell Gambit 'bout?" He walked through the small crowd that was around Rogue, and
came up beside her, his arm going around her neck.
Tom's eyes narrowed, and he watched Remy. "No...we were just talkin' to Rogue." And with that, he moved
away slowly. He was also known for his cowardly like demeanor. He was like a little poodle, all bark and no bite.
Before going away fully, he leaned towards Rogue close and whispered. "You can hide behind your Swamp Rat now,
but he ain't gonna be there forever."
Rogue flinched, but didn't say anything back, only glared at him. She though she heard Remy say something
along the lines of, that he was, but she couldn't be sure. Remy smiled down at her in his naturally flirtacious way.
"Gambit was walkin' 'round the mansion, waitin' for Roguey to wake up, and he decided to check on her. Lucky,
non?" His arm tightens once, and then he lets it fall from her shoulders, his hand seeking to find hers. Which she
quickly pulls out of his grasp.
Despite her natural, seemingly coldness towards him, she was glad to see him. He seemed the only one who
didn't look at her in either fear, or hatred. And she just met him not long ago. For a moment, she could just ignore
that anything had ever happened with Kitty, or that she wasn't hated by a bunch that were suppose to under-
stand her difference and not condemn her for it. "That sure was nice of you Swamp Rat..." She gives him a small
smile, eyes moving up to meet his shades. The two people's voice inflections when saying 'Swamp Rat' differed
greatly. Tom said it with obvious hatred and contempt, however; Rogue's was with mild affection and light teasing.
"What did Gambit do, chere?" He tilted his head, moving to try and take her hand again, but she pulled it
away, covering by getting a soda, and a bag of chips. She led them both to a table, and sat. Across the room
from the other group.
"The rose?" She was almost sure it was him, but maybe she was mistaken.
He smiled though, and she instantly knew it was him. He had such a cute smile. "Ah, dat? Gambit jus'
thought the pretty petite would like it. Rogue liked it?"
"Very much." She opened the soda, and took a sip of it, setting it back down on the table top. She rubbed
her hands together idly, the condenstation from the drink dampening her gloves.
"Let's walk around, chere...what do you say?" He stood, obviously not taking no for an answer. She picked
up her soda, leaving her chips there, and he made a bit production of bowing, as though asking her to dance, she
put her hand into his, and stood up. He linked his arm with hers, his other hand laying ontop of the one that is
through his arm. They exited the building and out into the sunshine. She had slept a while, the whole night and
part of the day obviously.
They talked for hours and hours, since the accident, she's been excused from her classes, she doesn't
know what Remy's excuse was. He took her mind off the whole thing by charming her and asking her nearly
every little detail about her life. Most of which she wasn't ready to yield, so she dodged the question by asking him
one about himself. And he dodged that, so they talked very little about themselves, and mostly about general
subjects, ones that wouldn't cause too much pain. Even when everyone else was inside, getting ready for bed,
they were still outside, enjoying each other's company under the stars. Anytime they would come upon another
student, Remy would make Rogue mad by flirting with her, although it was always Rogue who Remy ended up
walking away with. When they couldn't go much longer without sleep, or atleast Rogue, Remy walked her back up
to her room.
"Same time tomorrow, chere?" He took her hand in his, something he'd been trying to do all day and part
of the night. She didn't pull it away.
"Sure Remy." She smiled at him, a bit shy under his scrutiny, though it wasn't bad by any means.
He lifted her hand to his lips, kissing it tenderly. She blushed and smiled wider, yanking her hand away.
"Alright Swamp Rat, wouldn't wanna depress all your other girlfriends."
He winked at her. "But your de only one, chere." She laughed a bit, and then turned slowly headed inside
her room, he was still there, watching her as she closed the door, losing sight of him. She climbed into bed,
slipping off her clothes and putting a large shirt over her head. She fell asleep before her head ever hit the pillow.
***
Alright, there it is. I try to keep the Remy's dialogue short because I sound horribly terrible doing him. Thanks again
for all the reviews!
Notes: Thanks for all the reviews! They've helped out a bunch and I hope you'll see the changes in this chapter.
However, I'm not going to do the physical description changes because the story is already put into motion. If I
get enough complaints on it though, I might just change the whole thing. Anyways, here's the next Chapter!
Chapter 3
She'd been sitting in the little patch of grass for about fifteen minutes. Her tears had subsided somewhat into dry
sobs. Rocking back and forth slowly, knees still pulled up to her chest she doesn't hear the footsteps approaching.
The wind still blows gently and the leaf continues to go through her arm, which goes unnoticed. Soon enough the
footsteps stop, and the person's shadow falls over the huddled girl. She looked so vulnerable, when in reality it
was just the opposite. That feeling that you get, when someone is near you, and you can't see them, but you
know they are there, comes over Rogue and she looks up. Eyes puffy and red from crying. Feet torn and cut, and
hair sporting little knots around her head.
"'eh chere. Whatcha out here all by your lonesome for?" Tall, and handsome, he stood there, looking down
at her with a halfway crooked smile. Both arms were crossed over his broad chest, and a few tendrils fell over his
eyes as he looks down at her. He probably could have come upon her without making any sound, but he didn't
want to just appear. That would've scared her.
She just looked at him with her big doe eyes and blinked. //The nerve of them, sendin' the new kid out here
so they could try and get me ta come back.// She sighed. "What do ya want?"
"Jus' to talk to ya chere." He lifted his shoulders in a nonchalont shrug, eyes, beneath the glasses making
the effort of moving from Rogue, and to the sky, the sun was begining to set.
Tears start to stream down her cheeks. "But you saw what ah did! Why would you wanna be around
someone who can do somethin' like that?" She closed her eyes, the scene replaying in her mind over and over
again. All she wanted to do was be normal. She tucked herself tighter into a ball, burying her head back into her
knees.
Arms, strong and lean wrapped around her, and she stifened, struggling to move from his grasp, he only
held onto her tighter, though not enough to hurt. His arms were covered from with long sleeves, hands with
gloves. She shifted several times, trying not to put her hands on him directly. "What's wrong with you? Do you
wanna end up like Kitty?" Sadness replaced by anger at his stubborness, she finally gave up. Emotionally and
physically exhausted, she leaned her head against his muscled chest. No more tears came, she'd cried for Kitty
and she'd cried for herself, but there wasn't anything left. Remy picked her up, and she didn't resist, just let her
head rest on his chest.
She woke up, not even knowing that she'd fallen asleep. She was in the Med. lab, and dressed. She didn't
know how she got there, and for a moment the events of the past few hours were hazy. Then it all came into
focus and the feeling of saddess overwhelmed her. She tried to sit up, but dizzieness overwhelmed her and she
layed her head back down.
"I gave you a mild sedative. You were pretty banged up." Dr. Jean Grey turned around and looked at her,
a warm smile on her face, as though she hadn't almost killed Kitty.
"Is she alright?" Upper teeth clamped onto her bottom lip, and she bit on it gently.
Turning back around again, a few instruments can be heard clattering together. "She'll be fine. She didn't
touch you real long, but it still knocked her out pretty good." She left out the fact that Rogue almost killed her.
A dramatic change came over Rogue, and she relaxed almost immediatly, both physically and emotionally.
She leaned back a bit more comfortably on the pillow, and her eyes blinked sleepily. Though her feet came into
focus, they were wrapped in gauze. "You must have walked through a thorn patch. Your feet were all torn up."
A slight frown passed over Rogue's features, and she nodded faintly. "Oh." A faint thought came into her
mind before she fell back asleep. Where's Remy?
She woke up again, and the lab was empty, only there was a single red rose on her pillow. A smile came to
her lips as she brought it to her nose, letting the sweet scent envelope her. Fully rested, she was now hungry and
in desperate need of wanting to move around. Sitting up, she found that she wasn't dizzy at all, slowly she swung
her legs onto the side of the bed, and put pressure on her wrapped up feet. They barely hurt. She didn't know why
she needed them. Dressed in a hospital gown, not the most modest of attire, she crept out of the medlab, and
moved to her room.
Once back in her room, she slipped on a pair of loose jeans, and a halter top, brushing her hair up into a
pony tail, the white stripes left down to frame her face, she looked around the room. All of the makeup and
accessories were put up. The red dress was back on the hanger in Kitty's closet. She sighed, moving from the
room after she slipped on a pair of gloves,and out into the hall. She walked kind of stifly, her feet still ached, but
the sandels she slipped on were better than any of her other shoes.
She passed several of the students on the way to the cafeteria, most of them gave her dirty looks, and
she couldn't for the life of her figure out why. Most of Kitty's powers have worn off, so she doesn't have that to
worry about. She finally got to the cafeteria, and a small group of Kitty's friends were in a table. Suddenly she
knew why everyone gave her the funny looks. They thought she hurt Kitty on purpose or something. She went up
to the bar, and was about to get her food, when the kids stood up and started coming towards her. She put a
passive expression on her face, and even offered a small smile. "Is there somethin' ah can help ya'll with?"
"We know why you hurt Kitty." A boy with spikey hair and was known for his undying love for Kitty said to
Rogue.
Rogue frowned lightly "I didn't do it on purpose..." How would she explain to them that for once she was
just being normal? And that Kitty had touched her, that doesn't mean it wasn't her fault, it just means that she
didn't do it intentionally.
The boy, also known as Tom, sneered. "Like Wolverine was an accident?" She hadn't thought of him in so
long. She didnt' think he was ever coming back, but she still wore the dogtags under her shirt, more of a memory
of him than anything.
A rich French accent filled the air, mixed in with a New Orleans drawl. "Bonjour...is this some kinda social
event someone neglected to tell Gambit 'bout?" He walked through the small crowd that was around Rogue, and
came up beside her, his arm going around her neck.
Tom's eyes narrowed, and he watched Remy. "No...we were just talkin' to Rogue." And with that, he moved
away slowly. He was also known for his cowardly like demeanor. He was like a little poodle, all bark and no bite.
Before going away fully, he leaned towards Rogue close and whispered. "You can hide behind your Swamp Rat now,
but he ain't gonna be there forever."
Rogue flinched, but didn't say anything back, only glared at him. She though she heard Remy say something
along the lines of, that he was, but she couldn't be sure. Remy smiled down at her in his naturally flirtacious way.
"Gambit was walkin' 'round the mansion, waitin' for Roguey to wake up, and he decided to check on her. Lucky,
non?" His arm tightens once, and then he lets it fall from her shoulders, his hand seeking to find hers. Which she
quickly pulls out of his grasp.
Despite her natural, seemingly coldness towards him, she was glad to see him. He seemed the only one who
didn't look at her in either fear, or hatred. And she just met him not long ago. For a moment, she could just ignore
that anything had ever happened with Kitty, or that she wasn't hated by a bunch that were suppose to under-
stand her difference and not condemn her for it. "That sure was nice of you Swamp Rat..." She gives him a small
smile, eyes moving up to meet his shades. The two people's voice inflections when saying 'Swamp Rat' differed
greatly. Tom said it with obvious hatred and contempt, however; Rogue's was with mild affection and light teasing.
"What did Gambit do, chere?" He tilted his head, moving to try and take her hand again, but she pulled it
away, covering by getting a soda, and a bag of chips. She led them both to a table, and sat. Across the room
from the other group.
"The rose?" She was almost sure it was him, but maybe she was mistaken.
He smiled though, and she instantly knew it was him. He had such a cute smile. "Ah, dat? Gambit jus'
thought the pretty petite would like it. Rogue liked it?"
"Very much." She opened the soda, and took a sip of it, setting it back down on the table top. She rubbed
her hands together idly, the condenstation from the drink dampening her gloves.
"Let's walk around, chere...what do you say?" He stood, obviously not taking no for an answer. She picked
up her soda, leaving her chips there, and he made a bit production of bowing, as though asking her to dance, she
put her hand into his, and stood up. He linked his arm with hers, his other hand laying ontop of the one that is
through his arm. They exited the building and out into the sunshine. She had slept a while, the whole night and
part of the day obviously.
They talked for hours and hours, since the accident, she's been excused from her classes, she doesn't
know what Remy's excuse was. He took her mind off the whole thing by charming her and asking her nearly
every little detail about her life. Most of which she wasn't ready to yield, so she dodged the question by asking him
one about himself. And he dodged that, so they talked very little about themselves, and mostly about general
subjects, ones that wouldn't cause too much pain. Even when everyone else was inside, getting ready for bed,
they were still outside, enjoying each other's company under the stars. Anytime they would come upon another
student, Remy would make Rogue mad by flirting with her, although it was always Rogue who Remy ended up
walking away with. When they couldn't go much longer without sleep, or atleast Rogue, Remy walked her back up
to her room.
"Same time tomorrow, chere?" He took her hand in his, something he'd been trying to do all day and part
of the night. She didn't pull it away.
"Sure Remy." She smiled at him, a bit shy under his scrutiny, though it wasn't bad by any means.
He lifted her hand to his lips, kissing it tenderly. She blushed and smiled wider, yanking her hand away.
"Alright Swamp Rat, wouldn't wanna depress all your other girlfriends."
He winked at her. "But your de only one, chere." She laughed a bit, and then turned slowly headed inside
her room, he was still there, watching her as she closed the door, losing sight of him. She climbed into bed,
slipping off her clothes and putting a large shirt over her head. She fell asleep before her head ever hit the pillow.
***
Alright, there it is. I try to keep the Remy's dialogue short because I sound horribly terrible doing him. Thanks again
for all the reviews!