Cajun Secrets, Chapter 3

Author's Note: I know for a fact I can't 'talk Sinister' and my evil-bad- guy speak is AWFUL, AND that this is the worst part of the series, but please read anyway? Please?



It was dark. Walls closed in on her. On one side, bars hemmed her in.

Rogue sat up. The group that attacked her on the road was standing outside the cell.

"Who-Who are ya'll?" Rogue asked. "What do ya' want?"

They only laughed and looked away. A low moan came from beside Rogue. She whirled and saw a limp form lying next to her. She closed the few feet between them and saw that it was the new boy. ~What the hell's goin' on heah?~ She shook him gently, whispering his name. He groaned again and opened his eyes.

"What 'appened?" he muttered. He looked up and saw Rogue. "Merde. What dey do?"

"Ya' know these people?"

"More'r'less."

"What's that supposed ta' mean, Cajun? What do they want?"

"Ah, Remy, you're awake."

"Merde, merde, merde."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," the new speaker continued. ~Ah've seen him befoah... Where?~

"Look, Sinister, Remy don' owe y' nothin'. I paid my debt long time ago," Remy said, standing and stepping toward the bars. His hand moved to the pocket of his trench coat.

"Oh, but you do...."

~Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.~ Rogue echoed Remy's curses silently, suddenly recognizing Nathaniel Essex from Professor Xavier's files.

"Let her go," Remy was saying, pointing to Rogue.

"Why? She is a valuable playing chip. You of all people should realize that."

Remy didn't answer. His hand was in his pocket quickly, and brought back out with a deck of playing cards. He threw one at Sinister, who laughed as nothing happened.

"What y' do t' me?" Remy yelled angrily.

"You don't think I would repeat my mistakes, do you? I took your powers. Just as I took hers. When you agree to do this job I offer, you will get your powers back, not before."

Rogue ignored what was said after. ~Mah powers're gone... Ah can touch...~

Remy sat down next to her. The hall in front of their cell was empty.

"I'm sorry, chere. I never meant t' get y' in trouble." When she didn't answer, he hung his head. "I'm sorry."

Rogue broke out of her thoughts. "Remy- Why're ya' sorry? Ah can TOUCH!"

"Y'- Y' can?"

Suddenly, without any thought, Rogue leaned over and kissed him.

"Yeah, Cajun, Ah can," she said, smiling, as they broke apart. She was glad for the darkness that concealed the flush spreading across her cheeks.

For a moment, Remy was silent. Then,

"No 'ffence, chere, but y' power's a CRIME."

Rogue had to stop herself from giggling. They sat together in the darkness for an indeterminable time, savoring the moment, holding hands and staring into the darkness.

It was, of course, broken by a tall blonde youth coming to the cell. She was swinging a large key in one hand jauntily, while carefully holding syringe in the other.

"Looks like having no powers is a blessing to you, so say bye-bye to that." The girl turned the key in the lock, and tossed it aside. Remy and Rogue moved to the back of the cell, but that still only left a few feet between them and the girl, who now had the needle held like a dagger, held in front of her. Remy crouched half in front of Rogue, shielding her. The girl laughed and tossed him against a wall like he was a rag doll, where he lay still. She jabbed the needle into Rogue's arm, not caring where exactly it went.

White-hot fire spread through Rogue's veins. It was as if liquid iron were being poured into her through her pores. Her nerves were blazing with pain. She screamed wordlessly, then, just as swiftly, the pain disappeared. Rogue lay on the concrete floor, gasping. Across the cell, Remy was trying to pull himself up.

"Rogue..." he mumbled.

And watching him, struggling to help her, hurt because of her, something in Rogue snapped. She launched herself at the girl, who quickly traded her look of contented amusement for one of surprise. Rogue screamed again, and grabbed the girl's face and neck. Her power kicked in immediately. The girl was screaming too, now, frantic.

"Didn't-really-guess-WHAT-mah-power-is-huh-sugah?" Rogue said through clenched teeth. Thoughts, memories, and feelings flashed at breakneck speed through her mind. A feeling not unlike pain, but somehow different spread through her body. The girl was insanely strong, and it took all of Rogue's willpower and strength to hold on. Without the strange magnetic force her power seemed to create, Rogue would have lost the battle. Finally, the girl's struggling ceased. Rogue dropped her and stepped away, horrified. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Remy staring at her, wide eyed.

Then, the wave broke. Rogue's mind reeled with the force of the girl's personality and life.

~Carol Danvers-Marauders-Remy~

The memories, thoughts, feelings, they all poured through Rogue's mind. She collapsed to the floor, clutching her head. She could see Carol Danvers' body, her vacant, staring eyes gazing accusingly at her. And the power... She could feel it coursing through her. She felt strong, incredibly so, like she could crush diamonds beneath her fingertips, like she could do anything.

"Rogue?" Remy was at her side, touching her covered shoulder. "Y' alrigh'?"

"Remy, Remy, Remy..." she moaned. She was vaguely aware of footsteps in front of their cell.

"Stay dere, Rogue, I'll take care o' dem." He stood.

"No," she whispered. She grabbed him around them waist, and pushed... and marveled at the way she hung in the air, unaffected by gravity. She took in the shocked looks on the faces of the people she now knew to be Marauders, and then Rogue barreled through the ceiling, holding Remy.

She surged through several concrete floors before finally bursting into the cool night sky. She continued flying, enjoying the wind on her face, never wanting to come back down. She held Remy effortlessly with one arm.

"Chere, what'd y' d back dere?" he asked her tentatively, his arms around her neck.

"Ah... Ah'm not sure, Remy... Ah... Oh God, Ah think Ah killed her." It all came flooding back, and she found something in Carol Danvers' memories. About Remy's past, and Rogue nearly dropped him.

"Chere! 'S wrong?" he asked her.

She didn't speak, instead landed in a park, a good few miles away from where Sinister had been keeping them.

"What's dis abou'?" Remy questioned.

"Remy- Were ya a Marauder once?" Rogue asked him, not looking at him, her eyes down, avoiding his gaze.

Despite her efforts not to look at him, she did. He looked hurt, deeply, his eyes carried a deep sorrow.

"Oui.... Yes, I was," he said painfully.

"Oh..."

"Non, chere, I didn' know wha' he wanted t' do! I didn' know he wanted t' kill al dose people! I- I didn' know..." Remy exclaimed, trying to excuse his actions. But he knew there was no excuse, no making up. He sat and to his surprise, Rogue sat next to him.

"Ah... Ah love ya anyway, Cajun... Ah know what Sinister told ya. It's in heah, from that girl... She's in heah, and Ah know. Ya're tellin' the truth..." she said, hesitantly putting her gloved hand on his. She looked at his eyes. His sunglasses had fallen off and his eyes were red on black. And they seemed to be tearing up.

"T'anks, chere... T'anks..." They leaned against each other, holding hands, and content with that.

~*~

Kitty Pryde stood at her window, watching Remy and Rogue sit together on the bench. She smiled. It had only been a week since they had come back, Rogue with her new powers. Then she frowned. ~Now he's taken~ she thought, sighing. ~But there's always Lance... and Kurt....~ She brightened at the thought of the flirting she could torment the boys with and smiled again.

In the garden below, Remy and Rogue smiled too.



~*~ Yay! I made a sappy ending! My first! I think... Yay anyhow!!! =^_^= Oh! And Yeah, I KNOW Carol Danvers had/has nothing to do with Sinister or the Marauders, but: TOUGH! I want Rogue to fly! So hah! Hah! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks and I love reviews! Yes I do! REVIEWS ARE YUMMY!!!!!!!