Disclaimer: As with the previous chapters, I don't own/claim to own any of the characters, Marvel does.
Notes: Here it is, Chapter 5, The Date. Also, I apologize if it seems that I knock some characters, I really don't.
They just happen to pop into my mind at the wrong time. I really don't hold a grudge against any characters. I would
like to make an apology, because, I didn't realize this until I watched the movie for about the zillionth time.
Kitty's hair -is- suppose to be brown, not blonde. I don't know what's wrong with my eyes!
Chapter 5
Rogue held her hand up to her face, the fingers quivered slightly. Her other hand came up and snatched
the trembling one from her eyesight, and back into her lap. Why should she be nervous? It was just a date, a
perfectly harmless, and very normal thing to do. Exhaling slowly, she pushed her white strip back behind her ear.
She'd been ready for about fifteen minutes now, but Remy wasn't going to be here for another ten. All that extra
energy she figured. Kitty wasn't talking to her, not as much as she used to, but she wasn't being rude. Rogue
couldn't blame her, not one bit. She scared herself sometimes. Most of the ridicule had warn off. She suspected
that Remy had something to do with it, but she never brought it up.
She didn't know where he was taking her, and she didn't even know how to dress. So she dressed a kind
of casual that could be dressy if the need called for it. Rogue never dressed up anyway. It was just something
that wasn't done. Today she had gone for green. Remy told her once that it looked best on her, so who was she
to argue? She wore a long sleeved green sweater, and a black skirt. Matching black silk gloves adorned her arms.
Her hair was back in a pony tail, with the white stripes curled about her face. She didn't put on any makeup, only
a little cherry flavored lip gloss. She'd heard that it was simply 'to die for' when it came to kissing. None of that
was going to happen tonight anyways, she didn't want it to be taken literally, and with Remy, it would be. She
wore sheer panty hose, after the spat with Magneto, she had started to get herself into shape, and a whole
year of working out had done her good. She was tanned, and her legs were toned. She didn't get a chance to
show them off very often, so she was going to take every advantage of doing so today. Everything was topped
off with black sandels. She felt like such a girl, go figure, huh? But she couldn't forget the ring. It fit on her finger
as though it were made for her, and she intended to never take it off. The dog tags were on her bedside, it didn't
take her long to choose between Remy and Logan. One was here, the other wasn't. However she didn't totally
loose confidence in Logan, she just put him on hold. She knew it nearly gave everyone a heart attack when they
didn't see her with the dogtags, and for that she secretly laughed. At first, she was quiet smitten with Logan.
Indeed for a while it broke her heart that he left her. But as they say, time heals all wounds, and that's just what
happened. Time healed that wound, and she wanted to see him, but not for the reason that everyone was
whispering about. She worried about him as a sister would worry about her older brother. She knew that Remy
was relieved about it. He didn't have to tell her, and that was one emotion he couldn't hide from her, even though
he tried. As laid back and cocky as he wanted to seem, it unnerved him that some other man held Rogue's heart
without even being there. Like all men, he was territorial, he just hid it better than others.
She was laying on her bed, just relaxing and trying not to be too excited and get herself all worked up,
when she heard a distinct, knock knock knock knock...knock knock. Very Remy. She jumped, nearly tripping to
reach the door. Her hand resting on the knob, she took a deep breath, and opened it slowly, a small smile on her
lips.
He stood at the door, a long stemmed rose in his hand. He bowed deeply, handing her the rose as she
opened the door wider. She smiled at him, eyes nearly glowing with happieness. His eyes traveled over her, once,
twice, and on the second trip, when it rested on her now smirking lips, he lofted a brow. "Mmm...beau bel, chere.
Are ya expectin' someone, chere? You look good enough to eat." He winked at her.
She rolled her eyes, leaning against the doorframe, the rose twirling in her hand idly. "A handsome and
charming man was s'pose to take me out on a date...Ah don't s'pose you've seen 'em?" Her eyes narrowed play-
fully and she smiled a bit brighter.
He laughed a bit. "Nope..jus' 'ol Gambit. But he can go if ya want." He stood up a bit straighter, and turned
a bit, as though to leave.
In a flash, her hand was out, and it latched on to his arm. "Your not gettin' away that easily, Cajun."
He tucked her hand into his arm, the other resting ontop of her hand. Her other hand holding the rose. He
nodded his head once, and then with one grand sweep of his arm, "Shall we go den?"
She smiled, and arm in arm, they walked down the hall. Her eyes locked on him for a moment, he indeed
looked handsome. His hair was combed neatly, put back into a pony tail at the base of his neck. It curled gently
at the smooth skin. He wore a dress shirt, black, and oddly irredescent in a purely Remy like way. Even though
he was dressed up, his trademark trenchcoat, that he was never without, covered it all. She didn't mind though,
because what she knew she would remember for a long time, was his smell. That alone could drive her crazy. It
was a mixture of cigarette smoke, and the faintest trace of cologne. Not the common kind that every man seemed
equiped with. This had its own distinct scent. It intoxicated her, nearly to the point of dizziness if she lingered on
it too long. His eyes were covered with sunglasses, and his bare hand was cool, even through the silk material of
her glove.
He opened the front door for her, and she stepped out, wondering vaguely what they were going to go in,
she had never seen him drive anything. He led her to the garage, a purely wicked smile on his face. With another
sweep of a graceful hand, he presented her with what looked like a motorcyle. "Is that what I think it is?" On hand
drifted her her hip...not Scott's bike, this was too familar.
"I know what you're tinkin', but Gambit worked for dis." That's all he left it to, before one long leg went
over the seat, and he started 'er up. He revved the engine beautifully. A Harley, with obvious modifications. She
smiled. It suited him.
Slender hands sliding onto his waist, she slid onto it behind him, putting her feet onto the foot pegs. "You
shoulda told me we were takin' this. I woulda worn somethin' more suitable." Hands sliding all the way around his
waist, she snuggles up to the back of him.
"Ya look fine, chere, don't worry 'bout it." Turning on the headlight, he steadies the bike, and they're off.
They drove throught the winding roads at a breakneck speed. But she loved it. Before long, she couldn't
resist the urge to let her hair down, which was what she did. It flapped madly in the wind, and she tightened
her grip on him. It wasn't an overly cool night, but crisp. The wind never made her feel more alive, and this
would definatly be a night to be compared with.
After about an hour of driving, they came to this small mom and pop resteraun, definatly out of the way.
They pulled into the parking lot, the gravel crunching under the tires. She hopped off, then he, one hand going to
her cheek, her face still vibrating deliciously from the motorcyle. They walked up to the door, and he opened it
for her. "After you mon, petite."
She walked in, and he came behind her, one hand resting on her waist lightly. She looked around, eyes
widening slightly. It was cozy. Dimly lit, the only source of light were small firelit lamps strewn haphazardly around
the room. It was a wooden structure, the boards creaked as they seated themselves in a table for two. The table
was round, like most of them were, this one was different from the rest, however. It held two candles, and the
chairs were set a bit closer together. There was also a privacy curtain, separating them from the rest of the room.
On ordinary circumstances, this would unnerve her. But the key word here is ordinary. Since she had the power
to put a grown man, no matter the strength, out with her pinky, she has had a tendancy crave privacy. This
little curtain was something she appreciated. He pulled out the chair for her, the perfect gentlemen. The place
seemed deserted, and directly a little old man came to the table, handing them menus and walking away.
"So what do ya tink, chere?" He took the menu in his hand, long fingers sliding over the glossy material as
he opens it, peering at her over the top of it.
She smirked at him, she wasn't really thinking about food at the moment. She realized that she had never seen
his eyes. She put her elbows on the table, hands making a bridge for her hands to rest on. "Well, ah'd like to see your
eyes."
Remy just looked at her for a minute, a kind of crooked grin coming to his lips, as his eyes wandered around the
room for a moment. With a swift, graceful motion of his hand, the glasses are off and on the table top. He just looks at
her.
She smiles, his eyes were the most bizarre and enchanting that she'd seen yet, mutant or human. Red on black. She
smiled at him. "See now? That's better." She picks up her menu, and proceeds to look at it.
He watched her for a moment, and smiled, shaking his head a bit. "You're crazy, chere."
"What are you talkin' about?" A quizzical look comes to her face, and he just shakes his head, looking back at the
menu.
"How does de crawfish dinner sound?" Graceful fingers folded the menu in half, and he looked at her. A strand of
red hair fell gently over his eyes, his head tilted slightly to the side.
//How does he manage ta look so good all the time?// "Mmm...that sounds good." She mimics his movement, setting the
menu on the table, ontop of his, and folding her hands on the tabletop.
"Gambit tanks you for comin' out here wit him." He positioned his long legs in the chair, arms folded across his
chest.
"No...ah should thank you. Ah haven't been out in a long time. This is pure heaven." She smiled at him.
His expression changed, only slightly, but his eyes seemed to have lit up. The red depths lightened a bit and the
black didn't look near so merky. One of his hands slid over the table, fingers closing around hers, they stayed like that
for a few moments. The resteraunt seemed terribly romantic just then, and nothing else mattered in the world.
***
A few streets away, in an unmarked van the mutant known only as Mystique slipped a headset onto blue skin and after a
few words of confermation, she nodded. "Yes. I understand. The little place on Elm." A few more nods and mumbles of conforma-
tion came from her. "I won't fail." She set the headset on the floor, and looked at her accomplice, Sabertooth. He sat there,
thick arms folded over his burly chest, all he waited for was the cue, which he quickly got.
***
The food had come, and they were both chatting pleasantly over crawfish and red wine. Gambit is one smooth talkin' Cajun.
Suddenly, a huge explosion took out the rear wall, smooth wood flying everywhere and people being pinned under tables and chairs
alike. Gambit immediatly jumped up, movements positioning him infront of Rogue, a card glowing dimly between experienced fingers.
The dust cleared, very movie-esque like, the wall reduced to mere rubble, Sabertooth took one step over it all, eyes scanning
the small establishment. Most of the couples were huddled in their booths, and the waiter was in the kitchen. Animalistic eyes fell
on the only one standing, and the woman behind him, shocked expression on her pretty face. He slowly advanced towards them, no rush.
"I s'ggest you turn right on 'round and go back where you come from, homme." Gambit's eyes glowed menacingly. His fingers toyed
with the card idly as an added threat.
Sabertooth just growled at him, about fifteen feet from the two.
"Gambit take dat as a non." And the charged card was thrown onto the adversary, though at his feet. Sabertooth quickly jumped
back, but not in time, the card made contact with his foot, giving a small explosion. He snarled, and hopped around a couple of times
until the stinging stopped.
By that time, Gambit had Rogue out of the booth, and was pushing her towards the exit, which Sabertooth quickly blocked. Rogue
backed up a few steps, into a wall between the ladies and mens room. Gambit quickly shielding her with his body as Sabertooth threw a
chair their way. Gambit's body absorbed the throw, however; it didn't phaze him long, he was launching cards at the hairy man with
prescion and deadly accuracy. They did little good, because for now, the fight was at a draw, with Gambit dodging whatever Sabertooth
threw, and Sabertooth healing whatever Gambit threw.
A soft whisper came from the cracked door of the womans room. Rogue looked over, a brow lofted, instantly on the defensive. A
woman of about average height and soft brown hair poked her head out the rest of the way. Frightened blue eyes peered out at her. "Hey
...I've found a way out. Come on." The woman gave Rogue little time to think, because before she could respond, the woman disapeared
into the room beyond. Rogue took one longing look at Gambit, who was still fighting Sabertooth, and for a moment he caught her eye. She
looked at the Ladies room, and then back at him, he nodded, and it was decided. She slipped through the door, just as Gambit got a table
broken over his head and slipped into unconciousness.
The room was dimly lit, and smelt faintly of a vanilla candle. There was a narrow hall, through which Rogue fit perfectly, and then
it led into an area with two stalls, and a rusty, but clean, sink. The brunette made a small gesture, and before Rogue could get a good
look at her, she dissapeared out a door in the very back, beyond the two stalls. Rogue sighed softly, and continued through the bathroom.
Once clear of the small establishment, Rogue stopped. "Wait...Ah've gotta wait for my..."
"But you can't. We aren't safe here...just a little farther." And with that, she turned and headed towards a small car, red, with two
doors. Rogue looked at the building, and to her horror noticed there was silence. Either Remy was fine, and making his way to her, or he
wasn't. Either way, she wasn't going to leave, especially if he wasn't...and...no. She can't think that way. She turned her head, to tell the
lady that she was going to wait when she felt a small, hard hand close around her silk encased wrist.
"I told you to forget about waiting for him. He's not coming." Soft blue eyes flashed yellow, and the nice ladies appearance melted
and exposed a very nafarious looking Mystique.
Rogue's eyes went wide. "You!" Brown eyes blazed with anger.
"I thought you would have been happier to see me, child. Come now." A slight tug is given to Rogue's wrist, and in turn, Rogue jerks it
back, though the hold is still secure.
"Ah'm not going anywhere with you."
"Oh contrair." Gravel crunched behind her, and by the time she turned around, Sabertooth used one giant paw to knock the girl out, catching
her before she fell, and slinging her over his massive shoulder.
Mystique turned, and bid Sabertooth follow as she led them, not to the little two door sportscar, but around the building, and across
the street, where a white van was waiting for them. "Put 'er in the back."
Sabertooth nodded, and opened the door, laying her down in what could only be described as a cage inside the back of this van. Mystique in the
drivers seat, and Sabertooth in the passengers, they drove off out of sight.
***
Cold. Dark. Wet. Eyelashes fluttered open, and breath came out labored. She sat up, smashing her head against the top of the cage, and her body
crumpled, a soft groan escaping her wrists as a gloved hand went up to her head. "Ow." Already tender from Sabertooth's brutal treatment.
After a few moments of stretching limbs...carefully, she deduced that the cage was just big enough for her laying down, and sitting up. She had a
bump on her head from where she hit the top of the cage, and a small bruise on her side from where she must have been set down. She sat up now,
small fingers clasping the wires of the cage as though she was in a jail cell. She suddenly thought about Remy, and how it was Sabertooth who came
out and not him. Her eyes widened and filled with tears, a few slipping from her eyes to roll down her cheeks.
The one who had befriended her when all others turned their backs. The one who she lo...no. She wasn't going to think that way. She fell slightly
limp against the side of the cage, just as the back of the van doors were thrust open. A bright light shone in her eyes and she turned away from
the sun. Sabertooth growled low at her, and took the handle of the cage, dragging it roughly from the back of the van. Mystique walked fetchingly
a few paces ahead of him. They walked towards this huge building...out in the middle of nowhere. Literally, there wasn't anything but a long strip
of road out as far as the eye could see, and whole bunch of dirt.
This didn't add up. What could Sabertooth and Mystique possibly want with her? Magneto was in jail, so he couldn't use her anymore. They entered the
building and Sabertooth thrust the cage to the side, despite the obvious dizzieness of the girl inside.
"This seems familar...what do you want?" Despite her obvious fear, and blindness of the situation in which she is in, her Southern fire hasn't gone out.
A glare is shot at both of them, as though they were the ones in the cage.
"You haven't changed much...is this anyway to treat your captors?" Purring voice came from the blue creature as she walked over to a massive computer.
The warehouse was just that, a huge warehouse, nothing in it, except this rather large computer, there was no obvious way in, or out, except the huge
sliding door which Sabertooth was closing. There was a couch and a chair, both oddly out of place. Pulling herself up to the large computer, Mystique
began randomly pushing buttons, all in a sequence that only made sense to herself. The screen lit up, and turned black, white letters spelling out 'Pro.
Charles Xavier...calling.' Phone sounds were heard and Rogue pressed her face eagerly up to the bars, eyes straining to see the screen.
"That's right. We're calling your lovely Professer."Bait...that's what she was. It all became clear now. They were going to use her to get Magneto.
***
Sorry it took so long to do! Had a bunch of stuff happen over the last few weeks. Here it is, and against my better judgment, it doesn't end here.
Enjoy!
Notes: Here it is, Chapter 5, The Date. Also, I apologize if it seems that I knock some characters, I really don't.
They just happen to pop into my mind at the wrong time. I really don't hold a grudge against any characters. I would
like to make an apology, because, I didn't realize this until I watched the movie for about the zillionth time.
Kitty's hair -is- suppose to be brown, not blonde. I don't know what's wrong with my eyes!
Chapter 5
Rogue held her hand up to her face, the fingers quivered slightly. Her other hand came up and snatched
the trembling one from her eyesight, and back into her lap. Why should she be nervous? It was just a date, a
perfectly harmless, and very normal thing to do. Exhaling slowly, she pushed her white strip back behind her ear.
She'd been ready for about fifteen minutes now, but Remy wasn't going to be here for another ten. All that extra
energy she figured. Kitty wasn't talking to her, not as much as she used to, but she wasn't being rude. Rogue
couldn't blame her, not one bit. She scared herself sometimes. Most of the ridicule had warn off. She suspected
that Remy had something to do with it, but she never brought it up.
She didn't know where he was taking her, and she didn't even know how to dress. So she dressed a kind
of casual that could be dressy if the need called for it. Rogue never dressed up anyway. It was just something
that wasn't done. Today she had gone for green. Remy told her once that it looked best on her, so who was she
to argue? She wore a long sleeved green sweater, and a black skirt. Matching black silk gloves adorned her arms.
Her hair was back in a pony tail, with the white stripes curled about her face. She didn't put on any makeup, only
a little cherry flavored lip gloss. She'd heard that it was simply 'to die for' when it came to kissing. None of that
was going to happen tonight anyways, she didn't want it to be taken literally, and with Remy, it would be. She
wore sheer panty hose, after the spat with Magneto, she had started to get herself into shape, and a whole
year of working out had done her good. She was tanned, and her legs were toned. She didn't get a chance to
show them off very often, so she was going to take every advantage of doing so today. Everything was topped
off with black sandels. She felt like such a girl, go figure, huh? But she couldn't forget the ring. It fit on her finger
as though it were made for her, and she intended to never take it off. The dog tags were on her bedside, it didn't
take her long to choose between Remy and Logan. One was here, the other wasn't. However she didn't totally
loose confidence in Logan, she just put him on hold. She knew it nearly gave everyone a heart attack when they
didn't see her with the dogtags, and for that she secretly laughed. At first, she was quiet smitten with Logan.
Indeed for a while it broke her heart that he left her. But as they say, time heals all wounds, and that's just what
happened. Time healed that wound, and she wanted to see him, but not for the reason that everyone was
whispering about. She worried about him as a sister would worry about her older brother. She knew that Remy
was relieved about it. He didn't have to tell her, and that was one emotion he couldn't hide from her, even though
he tried. As laid back and cocky as he wanted to seem, it unnerved him that some other man held Rogue's heart
without even being there. Like all men, he was territorial, he just hid it better than others.
She was laying on her bed, just relaxing and trying not to be too excited and get herself all worked up,
when she heard a distinct, knock knock knock knock...knock knock. Very Remy. She jumped, nearly tripping to
reach the door. Her hand resting on the knob, she took a deep breath, and opened it slowly, a small smile on her
lips.
He stood at the door, a long stemmed rose in his hand. He bowed deeply, handing her the rose as she
opened the door wider. She smiled at him, eyes nearly glowing with happieness. His eyes traveled over her, once,
twice, and on the second trip, when it rested on her now smirking lips, he lofted a brow. "Mmm...beau bel, chere.
Are ya expectin' someone, chere? You look good enough to eat." He winked at her.
She rolled her eyes, leaning against the doorframe, the rose twirling in her hand idly. "A handsome and
charming man was s'pose to take me out on a date...Ah don't s'pose you've seen 'em?" Her eyes narrowed play-
fully and she smiled a bit brighter.
He laughed a bit. "Nope..jus' 'ol Gambit. But he can go if ya want." He stood up a bit straighter, and turned
a bit, as though to leave.
In a flash, her hand was out, and it latched on to his arm. "Your not gettin' away that easily, Cajun."
He tucked her hand into his arm, the other resting ontop of her hand. Her other hand holding the rose. He
nodded his head once, and then with one grand sweep of his arm, "Shall we go den?"
She smiled, and arm in arm, they walked down the hall. Her eyes locked on him for a moment, he indeed
looked handsome. His hair was combed neatly, put back into a pony tail at the base of his neck. It curled gently
at the smooth skin. He wore a dress shirt, black, and oddly irredescent in a purely Remy like way. Even though
he was dressed up, his trademark trenchcoat, that he was never without, covered it all. She didn't mind though,
because what she knew she would remember for a long time, was his smell. That alone could drive her crazy. It
was a mixture of cigarette smoke, and the faintest trace of cologne. Not the common kind that every man seemed
equiped with. This had its own distinct scent. It intoxicated her, nearly to the point of dizziness if she lingered on
it too long. His eyes were covered with sunglasses, and his bare hand was cool, even through the silk material of
her glove.
He opened the front door for her, and she stepped out, wondering vaguely what they were going to go in,
she had never seen him drive anything. He led her to the garage, a purely wicked smile on his face. With another
sweep of a graceful hand, he presented her with what looked like a motorcyle. "Is that what I think it is?" On hand
drifted her her hip...not Scott's bike, this was too familar.
"I know what you're tinkin', but Gambit worked for dis." That's all he left it to, before one long leg went
over the seat, and he started 'er up. He revved the engine beautifully. A Harley, with obvious modifications. She
smiled. It suited him.
Slender hands sliding onto his waist, she slid onto it behind him, putting her feet onto the foot pegs. "You
shoulda told me we were takin' this. I woulda worn somethin' more suitable." Hands sliding all the way around his
waist, she snuggles up to the back of him.
"Ya look fine, chere, don't worry 'bout it." Turning on the headlight, he steadies the bike, and they're off.
They drove throught the winding roads at a breakneck speed. But she loved it. Before long, she couldn't
resist the urge to let her hair down, which was what she did. It flapped madly in the wind, and she tightened
her grip on him. It wasn't an overly cool night, but crisp. The wind never made her feel more alive, and this
would definatly be a night to be compared with.
After about an hour of driving, they came to this small mom and pop resteraun, definatly out of the way.
They pulled into the parking lot, the gravel crunching under the tires. She hopped off, then he, one hand going to
her cheek, her face still vibrating deliciously from the motorcyle. They walked up to the door, and he opened it
for her. "After you mon, petite."
She walked in, and he came behind her, one hand resting on her waist lightly. She looked around, eyes
widening slightly. It was cozy. Dimly lit, the only source of light were small firelit lamps strewn haphazardly around
the room. It was a wooden structure, the boards creaked as they seated themselves in a table for two. The table
was round, like most of them were, this one was different from the rest, however. It held two candles, and the
chairs were set a bit closer together. There was also a privacy curtain, separating them from the rest of the room.
On ordinary circumstances, this would unnerve her. But the key word here is ordinary. Since she had the power
to put a grown man, no matter the strength, out with her pinky, she has had a tendancy crave privacy. This
little curtain was something she appreciated. He pulled out the chair for her, the perfect gentlemen. The place
seemed deserted, and directly a little old man came to the table, handing them menus and walking away.
"So what do ya tink, chere?" He took the menu in his hand, long fingers sliding over the glossy material as
he opens it, peering at her over the top of it.
She smirked at him, she wasn't really thinking about food at the moment. She realized that she had never seen
his eyes. She put her elbows on the table, hands making a bridge for her hands to rest on. "Well, ah'd like to see your
eyes."
Remy just looked at her for a minute, a kind of crooked grin coming to his lips, as his eyes wandered around the
room for a moment. With a swift, graceful motion of his hand, the glasses are off and on the table top. He just looks at
her.
She smiles, his eyes were the most bizarre and enchanting that she'd seen yet, mutant or human. Red on black. She
smiled at him. "See now? That's better." She picks up her menu, and proceeds to look at it.
He watched her for a moment, and smiled, shaking his head a bit. "You're crazy, chere."
"What are you talkin' about?" A quizzical look comes to her face, and he just shakes his head, looking back at the
menu.
"How does de crawfish dinner sound?" Graceful fingers folded the menu in half, and he looked at her. A strand of
red hair fell gently over his eyes, his head tilted slightly to the side.
//How does he manage ta look so good all the time?// "Mmm...that sounds good." She mimics his movement, setting the
menu on the table, ontop of his, and folding her hands on the tabletop.
"Gambit tanks you for comin' out here wit him." He positioned his long legs in the chair, arms folded across his
chest.
"No...ah should thank you. Ah haven't been out in a long time. This is pure heaven." She smiled at him.
His expression changed, only slightly, but his eyes seemed to have lit up. The red depths lightened a bit and the
black didn't look near so merky. One of his hands slid over the table, fingers closing around hers, they stayed like that
for a few moments. The resteraunt seemed terribly romantic just then, and nothing else mattered in the world.
***
A few streets away, in an unmarked van the mutant known only as Mystique slipped a headset onto blue skin and after a
few words of confermation, she nodded. "Yes. I understand. The little place on Elm." A few more nods and mumbles of conforma-
tion came from her. "I won't fail." She set the headset on the floor, and looked at her accomplice, Sabertooth. He sat there,
thick arms folded over his burly chest, all he waited for was the cue, which he quickly got.
***
The food had come, and they were both chatting pleasantly over crawfish and red wine. Gambit is one smooth talkin' Cajun.
Suddenly, a huge explosion took out the rear wall, smooth wood flying everywhere and people being pinned under tables and chairs
alike. Gambit immediatly jumped up, movements positioning him infront of Rogue, a card glowing dimly between experienced fingers.
The dust cleared, very movie-esque like, the wall reduced to mere rubble, Sabertooth took one step over it all, eyes scanning
the small establishment. Most of the couples were huddled in their booths, and the waiter was in the kitchen. Animalistic eyes fell
on the only one standing, and the woman behind him, shocked expression on her pretty face. He slowly advanced towards them, no rush.
"I s'ggest you turn right on 'round and go back where you come from, homme." Gambit's eyes glowed menacingly. His fingers toyed
with the card idly as an added threat.
Sabertooth just growled at him, about fifteen feet from the two.
"Gambit take dat as a non." And the charged card was thrown onto the adversary, though at his feet. Sabertooth quickly jumped
back, but not in time, the card made contact with his foot, giving a small explosion. He snarled, and hopped around a couple of times
until the stinging stopped.
By that time, Gambit had Rogue out of the booth, and was pushing her towards the exit, which Sabertooth quickly blocked. Rogue
backed up a few steps, into a wall between the ladies and mens room. Gambit quickly shielding her with his body as Sabertooth threw a
chair their way. Gambit's body absorbed the throw, however; it didn't phaze him long, he was launching cards at the hairy man with
prescion and deadly accuracy. They did little good, because for now, the fight was at a draw, with Gambit dodging whatever Sabertooth
threw, and Sabertooth healing whatever Gambit threw.
A soft whisper came from the cracked door of the womans room. Rogue looked over, a brow lofted, instantly on the defensive. A
woman of about average height and soft brown hair poked her head out the rest of the way. Frightened blue eyes peered out at her. "Hey
...I've found a way out. Come on." The woman gave Rogue little time to think, because before she could respond, the woman disapeared
into the room beyond. Rogue took one longing look at Gambit, who was still fighting Sabertooth, and for a moment he caught her eye. She
looked at the Ladies room, and then back at him, he nodded, and it was decided. She slipped through the door, just as Gambit got a table
broken over his head and slipped into unconciousness.
The room was dimly lit, and smelt faintly of a vanilla candle. There was a narrow hall, through which Rogue fit perfectly, and then
it led into an area with two stalls, and a rusty, but clean, sink. The brunette made a small gesture, and before Rogue could get a good
look at her, she dissapeared out a door in the very back, beyond the two stalls. Rogue sighed softly, and continued through the bathroom.
Once clear of the small establishment, Rogue stopped. "Wait...Ah've gotta wait for my..."
"But you can't. We aren't safe here...just a little farther." And with that, she turned and headed towards a small car, red, with two
doors. Rogue looked at the building, and to her horror noticed there was silence. Either Remy was fine, and making his way to her, or he
wasn't. Either way, she wasn't going to leave, especially if he wasn't...and...no. She can't think that way. She turned her head, to tell the
lady that she was going to wait when she felt a small, hard hand close around her silk encased wrist.
"I told you to forget about waiting for him. He's not coming." Soft blue eyes flashed yellow, and the nice ladies appearance melted
and exposed a very nafarious looking Mystique.
Rogue's eyes went wide. "You!" Brown eyes blazed with anger.
"I thought you would have been happier to see me, child. Come now." A slight tug is given to Rogue's wrist, and in turn, Rogue jerks it
back, though the hold is still secure.
"Ah'm not going anywhere with you."
"Oh contrair." Gravel crunched behind her, and by the time she turned around, Sabertooth used one giant paw to knock the girl out, catching
her before she fell, and slinging her over his massive shoulder.
Mystique turned, and bid Sabertooth follow as she led them, not to the little two door sportscar, but around the building, and across
the street, where a white van was waiting for them. "Put 'er in the back."
Sabertooth nodded, and opened the door, laying her down in what could only be described as a cage inside the back of this van. Mystique in the
drivers seat, and Sabertooth in the passengers, they drove off out of sight.
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Cold. Dark. Wet. Eyelashes fluttered open, and breath came out labored. She sat up, smashing her head against the top of the cage, and her body
crumpled, a soft groan escaping her wrists as a gloved hand went up to her head. "Ow." Already tender from Sabertooth's brutal treatment.
After a few moments of stretching limbs...carefully, she deduced that the cage was just big enough for her laying down, and sitting up. She had a
bump on her head from where she hit the top of the cage, and a small bruise on her side from where she must have been set down. She sat up now,
small fingers clasping the wires of the cage as though she was in a jail cell. She suddenly thought about Remy, and how it was Sabertooth who came
out and not him. Her eyes widened and filled with tears, a few slipping from her eyes to roll down her cheeks.
The one who had befriended her when all others turned their backs. The one who she lo...no. She wasn't going to think that way. She fell slightly
limp against the side of the cage, just as the back of the van doors were thrust open. A bright light shone in her eyes and she turned away from
the sun. Sabertooth growled low at her, and took the handle of the cage, dragging it roughly from the back of the van. Mystique walked fetchingly
a few paces ahead of him. They walked towards this huge building...out in the middle of nowhere. Literally, there wasn't anything but a long strip
of road out as far as the eye could see, and whole bunch of dirt.
This didn't add up. What could Sabertooth and Mystique possibly want with her? Magneto was in jail, so he couldn't use her anymore. They entered the
building and Sabertooth thrust the cage to the side, despite the obvious dizzieness of the girl inside.
"This seems familar...what do you want?" Despite her obvious fear, and blindness of the situation in which she is in, her Southern fire hasn't gone out.
A glare is shot at both of them, as though they were the ones in the cage.
"You haven't changed much...is this anyway to treat your captors?" Purring voice came from the blue creature as she walked over to a massive computer.
The warehouse was just that, a huge warehouse, nothing in it, except this rather large computer, there was no obvious way in, or out, except the huge
sliding door which Sabertooth was closing. There was a couch and a chair, both oddly out of place. Pulling herself up to the large computer, Mystique
began randomly pushing buttons, all in a sequence that only made sense to herself. The screen lit up, and turned black, white letters spelling out 'Pro.
Charles Xavier...calling.' Phone sounds were heard and Rogue pressed her face eagerly up to the bars, eyes straining to see the screen.
"That's right. We're calling your lovely Professer."Bait...that's what she was. It all became clear now. They were going to use her to get Magneto.
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Sorry it took so long to do! Had a bunch of stuff happen over the last few weeks. Here it is, and against my better judgment, it doesn't end here.
Enjoy!