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Chapter 4
For the next two weeks, or until Kitty got better, Rogue didn't go to school. She didn't
go partly because the other kids at school were giving her a hard time. The other reason was
that the teachers didn't seem to want her there. For her own sake of course. Though there was
always Remy. He was the only one she had. Kind of like Logan was there for her. But Logan wasn't
there anymore. She only had his battered dogtags, which she wore around her neck. They moved
Kitty out of the room, though Kitty had talked to her and told that she forgave Rogue. There was
still that fear in her eyes whenever she looked at the skunk haired individual. That was what
most of the student body called her. Most of the time not affectionatly. Remy called her his
'petite' or his 'chere'. She liked them both.
Rogue was sitting in her room alone, Jubilee still stayed there, but she was off to some
social function that Rogue didn't feel like participating in. //I should show up just to see the
looks on their faces.// She smiled at that thought. It was thoughts like those that got her
through the day. Her eyes refocused on the page that she was suppose to read, for school no
doubt. They brought her, her homework. This was her last day of getting to lounge around and do
schoolwork as she felt like. For the past couple of weeks, she would get up early, and meet Remy
in the kitchen. He would cook her breakfast, and flirt with her unmercilessly. They would get in
some mild argument, and then the food would be served. They never meant what they said, but
sometimes he could be so infuriating!
This morning he was particularly mysterious. She had gotten up feeling better than she
had in a while. The promise of meeting with that handsome face had the tendancy to do that to
a girl. She showered and dressed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a wine colored shirt, not to
forget the gloves. A smile on her face, she made her way down to the kitchen, and when she
entered it, her face fell, because a certain cajun wasn't there. Only in the middle of one of
the counters, there was a red rose. Attatched to it, a note. The note read: Mon Chere, Rogue:
Since today is your last day at freedom, Gambit thought a special day was in order. Meet him at
little grove of trees at the south end of the propery at noon. Fare the well mon chere. Remy
Lebeau.
It had sparked both excitement as well as fear in her. She had been turning him down, date
wise all week. She just couldn't risk it, not after what happened to Kitty. And Kitty looked up
to her, for whatever wierd reason. That much she gathered from her thoughts. And she knew after
this little accident, she had fallen in Kitty's eyes, and that hurt. But there were some things
she was just going to have to live with, and this, along with her power was one of them.'
She went over in her head the way there. She knew the way by heart, it was their favorite place,
found in one of their walks. It was a small cluster of about four trees, surrounded by
honeysuckle and a small patch of bluebonnets. Very odd for a combination of flowers such as this,
but that's why they liked it.
Even though it seemed odd, there were obvious changes in her in the past few weeks. Like there
wasn't so much the lost little Marie that first came here. That was the other reason she had
been given a break from school. The teachers had noticed it, and they thought she needed some
time alone. Alone? Huh. That was humerous. If anything time alone was something she could do
without. She had four people inside her head, besides herself. Sometimes there just wasn't enough
room for all of them. And she'd get this confused look to her, as though they were competeing
for attention. It used to happen all the time. And that was just three voices, but with Kitty's,
Rogue seems to have matured. As though she could have been broke by all of them, or made stronger
and she chose to be made stronger. Most of her personality was her own now, and she rarely heard
the voices anymore. The angry one of Magneto, or the seeming indifferent and mildly hostile one
of Logan, faintly so David would show up. She didn't hear Kitty because she just chose not to.
It's like, it all became clear. She just refused to hear them. And they went away. It wasn't
easy at first, but when she was crying, in the woods, she pushed them away, as reluctant as they
were, but she did. And she's all the better for it.
Rogue blinked, and shook her head, clearing it and sitting up a bit straighter. Putting the book
mark on the first page, since that's as far as she got, she closes it. Arms raised above her head
she gives a good stretch, and stands, the book being thrown on her bed. She runs a hand through
her hair once, and walks towards the door, note in hand. Most of the kids were at lunch, and they
gave her an odd look at she walked by, but for the most part didn't pay attention to her.
She exited out of the building, steps quick as she made her way to the little cluster of trees.
She sighed a bit, actually glad that he wasn't there yet. It would give her a chance to mentally
prepare herself, that guy could take alot out of a girl. She leaned her shoulder against a tree,
and turned eyes towards the sky. Suddenly she felt hands around her waist, and she jumped out of
them, spinning around.
"Do ya wanna stay in a coma for three weeks Swamp Rat? Be careful!" She glared as he just gave
her a charming smile.
"For you chere, Gambit would gladly stay in a coma." He winked at her, and this only infuriated
her more. Didn't he realize that she could kill him just by touching him? The scary thing was,
that she thought he did know that.
"Yeah, sure." She rolled her eyes and sighed, holding up the note...her heart still pounding
from the close encounter.
"Gambit has somethin' for ya, chere." His hand slid into a trenchcoat pocket, and then when it
came up, he was holding a little box. She gasped, blinking her eyes. He had been doing things
like this alot.
"Remy...I..."
"Non, chere. I know what your thinkin'. It's notin' like dat. Gambit jus' wantcha to have
somethin' special." He smiled at her, and opened it.
Inside the little black, velvety box, there was a ring, sitting aloof and perfect on the padding.
It wasn't very extravagent, simple, gold. With one marquee cut emerald shining brightly from the
darkness around it. It was beautiful. He walked towards her, and all she could do, would be to
sit there and stare. One gloved hand brushed by the skin on her neck, and she winced, but then
relaxed when nothing happened. His finger had the chain with the dogtags. She had told him all
about Logan. "Gambit figure, that you don't need dese now dat Gambit here. Gambit take care 'a
ya now." He looked up at her, and slowly took her hand, she didn't jerk it from his grasp,
sliding the ring onto her finger, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it gently.
A few tears stung at her eyes. And her mouth opened, then closed. "Remy...I." She swallowed hard.
"Non, chere. Gambit been spendin' time wit ya for two weeks, and it been the happiest time of his
life. Your de only one that makes Gambit feel welcome." He gently caressed her cheek.
He didn't have to say it, she knew that he wanted her to be his girl. No one had ever been so
sweet about it. It had only been two weeks, two wonderful weeks. And she'd only known him for
what three weeks? Four. Not long. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and tell him that
she'd love to. But then, she thought of her skin, one touch and he would be taken from her
forever. That brought more tears to her eyes than the ring itself.
"Thank you Remy." That's all she could get out. She wanted him so much, but she didn't want him
to get hurt, and that's what would happen if she stayed with him. He put his arms around her.
His collar was closed, and his arms were covered, obviously he came prepared. He was warm, and
she loved the way he smelled. Slowly her arms responded, and she lifted them and returned the
gesture. They stood like that for what seemed like a long time. Eyes falling closed, they both
reveled in each other's touch, although it wasn't as good as it should be.
"So what about that date, chere?" His voice deep and teasing. Breath warm on his neck, and for
a moment she didn't respond, only stood there, reveling in his touch. So close that she could
almost feel his skin on hers, like there wasn't any cloth between them. But there was, and she
was pulled from her little day dream.
"Hmm?"
"You've been refusin' Gambit all week." He smiled charmingly at her.
"Do you wanna end up like Kitty?" She lofted a brow, but her words lacked the bite that they
usually did. How could she get mad when he went off and did something like this.
He sensed this, and pushed. "I won't let it get that far, chere." He held her at arms length
and looked into her eyes. His own shaded by the glasses he wore. His handsome face serious and
caring at the same time.
She sighed, her head falling for a moment, eyes on the ground. "Alright." Even though she knew
what could happen, a certain elation bubbled up inside of her. She was going out on a date. She
hadn't really been on a real one since she's been here. Bobby would eat lunch with her and
everything, but they never really went out on a date.
Remy smiled broadly, taking a step back, having sensed her growing uncomfortableness at their
closeness. "I knew ya couldn't resist me, chere." He winked at her.
She rolled her eyes, lifting her head and shooting him a look. "Look here now Swamp Rat, I can
take it back just as easily as ah agreed to it." Relaxing a bit, now that they weren't so close,
she folded her arms across her chest.
He put his hands up in a destinctive sign of retreat. "Alright, chere. Gambit know when to quit."
He smirked "...when he's ahead."
She just shook her head, too happy really to go on with it. Happy for the first time in a long
time. "So when are we settin' this thing for?"
Remy raised a hand, running it through his hair, and dropping it back down beside him. "What
'bout tomorrow? Pick ya up at 7?"
She gave him a look.
"OK, ok...6?"
She smiled.
***
Sorry it's not real long and it moves kind of quickly, but hopefully this chapter's a little
better. Next one I hope to be longer. Soon to come, Chapter 5- The Date. Thanks for all the
reviews!
Chapter 4
For the next two weeks, or until Kitty got better, Rogue didn't go to school. She didn't
go partly because the other kids at school were giving her a hard time. The other reason was
that the teachers didn't seem to want her there. For her own sake of course. Though there was
always Remy. He was the only one she had. Kind of like Logan was there for her. But Logan wasn't
there anymore. She only had his battered dogtags, which she wore around her neck. They moved
Kitty out of the room, though Kitty had talked to her and told that she forgave Rogue. There was
still that fear in her eyes whenever she looked at the skunk haired individual. That was what
most of the student body called her. Most of the time not affectionatly. Remy called her his
'petite' or his 'chere'. She liked them both.
Rogue was sitting in her room alone, Jubilee still stayed there, but she was off to some
social function that Rogue didn't feel like participating in. //I should show up just to see the
looks on their faces.// She smiled at that thought. It was thoughts like those that got her
through the day. Her eyes refocused on the page that she was suppose to read, for school no
doubt. They brought her, her homework. This was her last day of getting to lounge around and do
schoolwork as she felt like. For the past couple of weeks, she would get up early, and meet Remy
in the kitchen. He would cook her breakfast, and flirt with her unmercilessly. They would get in
some mild argument, and then the food would be served. They never meant what they said, but
sometimes he could be so infuriating!
This morning he was particularly mysterious. She had gotten up feeling better than she
had in a while. The promise of meeting with that handsome face had the tendancy to do that to
a girl. She showered and dressed, throwing on a pair of jeans and a wine colored shirt, not to
forget the gloves. A smile on her face, she made her way down to the kitchen, and when she
entered it, her face fell, because a certain cajun wasn't there. Only in the middle of one of
the counters, there was a red rose. Attatched to it, a note. The note read: Mon Chere, Rogue:
Since today is your last day at freedom, Gambit thought a special day was in order. Meet him at
little grove of trees at the south end of the propery at noon. Fare the well mon chere. Remy
Lebeau.
It had sparked both excitement as well as fear in her. She had been turning him down, date
wise all week. She just couldn't risk it, not after what happened to Kitty. And Kitty looked up
to her, for whatever wierd reason. That much she gathered from her thoughts. And she knew after
this little accident, she had fallen in Kitty's eyes, and that hurt. But there were some things
she was just going to have to live with, and this, along with her power was one of them.'
She went over in her head the way there. She knew the way by heart, it was their favorite place,
found in one of their walks. It was a small cluster of about four trees, surrounded by
honeysuckle and a small patch of bluebonnets. Very odd for a combination of flowers such as this,
but that's why they liked it.
Even though it seemed odd, there were obvious changes in her in the past few weeks. Like there
wasn't so much the lost little Marie that first came here. That was the other reason she had
been given a break from school. The teachers had noticed it, and they thought she needed some
time alone. Alone? Huh. That was humerous. If anything time alone was something she could do
without. She had four people inside her head, besides herself. Sometimes there just wasn't enough
room for all of them. And she'd get this confused look to her, as though they were competeing
for attention. It used to happen all the time. And that was just three voices, but with Kitty's,
Rogue seems to have matured. As though she could have been broke by all of them, or made stronger
and she chose to be made stronger. Most of her personality was her own now, and she rarely heard
the voices anymore. The angry one of Magneto, or the seeming indifferent and mildly hostile one
of Logan, faintly so David would show up. She didn't hear Kitty because she just chose not to.
It's like, it all became clear. She just refused to hear them. And they went away. It wasn't
easy at first, but when she was crying, in the woods, she pushed them away, as reluctant as they
were, but she did. And she's all the better for it.
Rogue blinked, and shook her head, clearing it and sitting up a bit straighter. Putting the book
mark on the first page, since that's as far as she got, she closes it. Arms raised above her head
she gives a good stretch, and stands, the book being thrown on her bed. She runs a hand through
her hair once, and walks towards the door, note in hand. Most of the kids were at lunch, and they
gave her an odd look at she walked by, but for the most part didn't pay attention to her.
She exited out of the building, steps quick as she made her way to the little cluster of trees.
She sighed a bit, actually glad that he wasn't there yet. It would give her a chance to mentally
prepare herself, that guy could take alot out of a girl. She leaned her shoulder against a tree,
and turned eyes towards the sky. Suddenly she felt hands around her waist, and she jumped out of
them, spinning around.
"Do ya wanna stay in a coma for three weeks Swamp Rat? Be careful!" She glared as he just gave
her a charming smile.
"For you chere, Gambit would gladly stay in a coma." He winked at her, and this only infuriated
her more. Didn't he realize that she could kill him just by touching him? The scary thing was,
that she thought he did know that.
"Yeah, sure." She rolled her eyes and sighed, holding up the note...her heart still pounding
from the close encounter.
"Gambit has somethin' for ya, chere." His hand slid into a trenchcoat pocket, and then when it
came up, he was holding a little box. She gasped, blinking her eyes. He had been doing things
like this alot.
"Remy...I..."
"Non, chere. I know what your thinkin'. It's notin' like dat. Gambit jus' wantcha to have
somethin' special." He smiled at her, and opened it.
Inside the little black, velvety box, there was a ring, sitting aloof and perfect on the padding.
It wasn't very extravagent, simple, gold. With one marquee cut emerald shining brightly from the
darkness around it. It was beautiful. He walked towards her, and all she could do, would be to
sit there and stare. One gloved hand brushed by the skin on her neck, and she winced, but then
relaxed when nothing happened. His finger had the chain with the dogtags. She had told him all
about Logan. "Gambit figure, that you don't need dese now dat Gambit here. Gambit take care 'a
ya now." He looked up at her, and slowly took her hand, she didn't jerk it from his grasp,
sliding the ring onto her finger, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it gently.
A few tears stung at her eyes. And her mouth opened, then closed. "Remy...I." She swallowed hard.
"Non, chere. Gambit been spendin' time wit ya for two weeks, and it been the happiest time of his
life. Your de only one that makes Gambit feel welcome." He gently caressed her cheek.
He didn't have to say it, she knew that he wanted her to be his girl. No one had ever been so
sweet about it. It had only been two weeks, two wonderful weeks. And she'd only known him for
what three weeks? Four. Not long. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and tell him that
she'd love to. But then, she thought of her skin, one touch and he would be taken from her
forever. That brought more tears to her eyes than the ring itself.
"Thank you Remy." That's all she could get out. She wanted him so much, but she didn't want him
to get hurt, and that's what would happen if she stayed with him. He put his arms around her.
His collar was closed, and his arms were covered, obviously he came prepared. He was warm, and
she loved the way he smelled. Slowly her arms responded, and she lifted them and returned the
gesture. They stood like that for what seemed like a long time. Eyes falling closed, they both
reveled in each other's touch, although it wasn't as good as it should be.
"So what about that date, chere?" His voice deep and teasing. Breath warm on his neck, and for
a moment she didn't respond, only stood there, reveling in his touch. So close that she could
almost feel his skin on hers, like there wasn't any cloth between them. But there was, and she
was pulled from her little day dream.
"Hmm?"
"You've been refusin' Gambit all week." He smiled charmingly at her.
"Do you wanna end up like Kitty?" She lofted a brow, but her words lacked the bite that they
usually did. How could she get mad when he went off and did something like this.
He sensed this, and pushed. "I won't let it get that far, chere." He held her at arms length
and looked into her eyes. His own shaded by the glasses he wore. His handsome face serious and
caring at the same time.
She sighed, her head falling for a moment, eyes on the ground. "Alright." Even though she knew
what could happen, a certain elation bubbled up inside of her. She was going out on a date. She
hadn't really been on a real one since she's been here. Bobby would eat lunch with her and
everything, but they never really went out on a date.
Remy smiled broadly, taking a step back, having sensed her growing uncomfortableness at their
closeness. "I knew ya couldn't resist me, chere." He winked at her.
She rolled her eyes, lifting her head and shooting him a look. "Look here now Swamp Rat, I can
take it back just as easily as ah agreed to it." Relaxing a bit, now that they weren't so close,
she folded her arms across her chest.
He put his hands up in a destinctive sign of retreat. "Alright, chere. Gambit know when to quit."
He smirked "...when he's ahead."
She just shook her head, too happy really to go on with it. Happy for the first time in a long
time. "So when are we settin' this thing for?"
Remy raised a hand, running it through his hair, and dropping it back down beside him. "What
'bout tomorrow? Pick ya up at 7?"
She gave him a look.
"OK, ok...6?"
She smiled.
***
Sorry it's not real long and it moves kind of quickly, but hopefully this chapter's a little
better. Next one I hope to be longer. Soon to come, Chapter 5- The Date. Thanks for all the
reviews!