Title: Tangled Webs By: Satine16
Chapter 8: His Girl
Summary: All I will say is that this chapter is sad! I feel that this will be my favorite chapter and I
hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me! They belong to Marvel! Please don't sue me!
Grey swirls of smoke drifted out of the black space between Remy LeBeau's two full
pink lips and he looked up into the starry night sky. It was two o'clock and his cigarette was
burnt down to the end. He tossed it to the steps and stood up, extinguishing the flame with a twist
of his heel. He glanced at his watch and attempted to rub the pain from his eyes. He couldn't help
but wonder what was taking her so long. This had to get done before anybody else woke up.
"Sugah?" a drowsy voice floated from the doorway behind him. "Why in God's name are
ya callin' me out here at 2AM?" her tone had changed from sleepy to annoyed.
"We gotta talk, chere," a stern and solemn tone emerged from his lips which was
anything but normal.
"NOW?!?" she bursted.
"Oui. Now." Remy swallowed hard and choked his emotions back, pushed them away
and buried them. The emotions that told him not to do this, they had to be buried, it would be
easier without them.
"Ok, what's on ya mind, swamp rat?" she asked sitting into her left hip and crossing her
arms over her chest.
He looked up into her eyes and she saw the torment that was just barely visible in his
eyes. His expression softened as he came upon her bewildered yet engrossed stare. He loved her
with every fiber in his body, but that wasn't enough anymore. She gingerly approached him and
gingerly placed her hand upon his chest.
"What's wrong, sugah?" she asked in an affectionate tone.
He looked back up into this woman's eyes, his woman's eyes. Although she hated to be
called his woman. As his heart began to melt and her hold upon him became stronger and
stronger, God she'd never know that no matter how strong she was, she always had more power
over his soul than anything else, his expression hardened again. He tugged his eyes away from
her gaze and decided he had to get things going.
"It's gotten too hard, ma belle."
"What?" she breathed taking a step back. It was like someone had taken a blunt object
and used all their energy to belt her in the stomach with it. All the air had exited her lungs.
"This," he pointed between the two of them, "this has gotten too hard, mon chere. Ah
don't have the energy to do it anymore." He briefly paused in between each word in an attempt to
gain the nerve to finish his sentence.
"Ok........Ah'm not too sure 'bout whatcha tryin' ta say sugah? Ya sayin' it over?" it had
been hell for her to try and spit out those words. Now the question just hung in the calm night air,
like a dark phantom, desperately awaiting his response.
"Oui, chere. We no longer an us. This situation ain't workin' and the relationship has
gotten too hard."
"So Ah'm just s'posed to go on from day to day, workin' with ya and pretending Ah don'
love ya?" she asked tears beginning to sear and glaze her eyes.
"Non, chere. 'S gonna be a lot easier than that. Remy's leavin'."
"Leavin'?" she gasped horrified and doing her best to choke down a sob.
"Oui, ma belle. 'S never gonna work if we livin' in the same buildin' and workin'
together. The feelin's are too strong. And there ain't any reason fo' you ta try 'n' uproot ya life,
cause a some dumbass. So Remy be the one ta leave the X-men."
Rogue just closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. There were no words. Nothing was
audible let alone imaginable. She had fallen in love, completely and totally immersed herself in
this man standing before her and she was losing him. The worst part of all was that she couldn't
stop him or say anything to keep him from walking away from her. She had to let him go.
Remy watched her, studied her as she suffered in front of him. Her beautiful porcelain,
freckle spotted cheeks were stained with the tears that were trickling down from her rapidly
moistening, thick black lashes. He nimbly took a solitary step towards her and, with a gloved
hand, wiped the tears from her cheeks. Her emerald stars popped open at the contact and deeply
examined his red and black depths. She knew he loved her in that moment. On some level
realized what he was doing, although she chose not to accept it. The crystal tears poured down
her cheeks as he ran his fingers through her untamed chestnut and ivory locks.
" Je vous promets je ne vous oublierai pas. Je t'adore, Rogue. Maintenant. Demain.
Toujours.," with these words he kissed her gloved hand and stared for one last time into the eyes
that had always captivated his soul. "Au revoir," he slowly turned and walked towards his
Harley.
She watched him walk away from the mansion, she watched him approach his new
beginning, she watched him saunter out of her life at an all to quick pace. The tears fell in rushes
now and it took every bit of strength she had not to burst out moaning, although a few sobs
escaped her lips, but that was inevitable.
Remy heard her sob as he mounted his bike, the backs of his eyes beginning to sting and
burn. He wanted to turn and run to her, comfort her. He wanted to swear he'd stay with her till
the day he'd die. But he couldn't. Remy LeBeau was not the type of man to cry, but leaving her,
his love, his world, behind, felt like a knife was being twisted in his side. He left believing he
was doing it all for all the right reasons, but in all reality what he had done was leave the blaze in
his life behind him and let his happiness shrivel to a mere glimmer. His bike kicked up gravel as
it sped down the driveway leaving the tortured southern belle on her knees with her head in her
hands.
She wept uncontrollably and occasionally shouted and gasped in harsh bursts. She
damned herself for simply being herself. Tears stained her nightshirt and her gloves and
numerous times she choked on the bitter venom and misery that had overwhelmed her heart. She
cried and cried for a period of time and a couple of times she softly called out his name hoping
he'd return to her. She felt hollow inside. Amidst the tears all she could ask herself was one
question. What was so bad about him calling her his girl anyway?
French Translation: Although I take Spanish, this was my attempt at French. I hope it's right!
This is what I hope he said............... I promise I won't forget you. I love you, Rogue. Now.
Tomorrow. Always. Goodbye." Tell me is I was bad and translated it wrong. I did my best!
Chapter 8: His Girl
Summary: All I will say is that this chapter is sad! I feel that this will be my favorite chapter and I
hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me! They belong to Marvel! Please don't sue me!
Grey swirls of smoke drifted out of the black space between Remy LeBeau's two full
pink lips and he looked up into the starry night sky. It was two o'clock and his cigarette was
burnt down to the end. He tossed it to the steps and stood up, extinguishing the flame with a twist
of his heel. He glanced at his watch and attempted to rub the pain from his eyes. He couldn't help
but wonder what was taking her so long. This had to get done before anybody else woke up.
"Sugah?" a drowsy voice floated from the doorway behind him. "Why in God's name are
ya callin' me out here at 2AM?" her tone had changed from sleepy to annoyed.
"We gotta talk, chere," a stern and solemn tone emerged from his lips which was
anything but normal.
"NOW?!?" she bursted.
"Oui. Now." Remy swallowed hard and choked his emotions back, pushed them away
and buried them. The emotions that told him not to do this, they had to be buried, it would be
easier without them.
"Ok, what's on ya mind, swamp rat?" she asked sitting into her left hip and crossing her
arms over her chest.
He looked up into her eyes and she saw the torment that was just barely visible in his
eyes. His expression softened as he came upon her bewildered yet engrossed stare. He loved her
with every fiber in his body, but that wasn't enough anymore. She gingerly approached him and
gingerly placed her hand upon his chest.
"What's wrong, sugah?" she asked in an affectionate tone.
He looked back up into this woman's eyes, his woman's eyes. Although she hated to be
called his woman. As his heart began to melt and her hold upon him became stronger and
stronger, God she'd never know that no matter how strong she was, she always had more power
over his soul than anything else, his expression hardened again. He tugged his eyes away from
her gaze and decided he had to get things going.
"It's gotten too hard, ma belle."
"What?" she breathed taking a step back. It was like someone had taken a blunt object
and used all their energy to belt her in the stomach with it. All the air had exited her lungs.
"This," he pointed between the two of them, "this has gotten too hard, mon chere. Ah
don't have the energy to do it anymore." He briefly paused in between each word in an attempt to
gain the nerve to finish his sentence.
"Ok........Ah'm not too sure 'bout whatcha tryin' ta say sugah? Ya sayin' it over?" it had
been hell for her to try and spit out those words. Now the question just hung in the calm night air,
like a dark phantom, desperately awaiting his response.
"Oui, chere. We no longer an us. This situation ain't workin' and the relationship has
gotten too hard."
"So Ah'm just s'posed to go on from day to day, workin' with ya and pretending Ah don'
love ya?" she asked tears beginning to sear and glaze her eyes.
"Non, chere. 'S gonna be a lot easier than that. Remy's leavin'."
"Leavin'?" she gasped horrified and doing her best to choke down a sob.
"Oui, ma belle. 'S never gonna work if we livin' in the same buildin' and workin'
together. The feelin's are too strong. And there ain't any reason fo' you ta try 'n' uproot ya life,
cause a some dumbass. So Remy be the one ta leave the X-men."
Rogue just closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. There were no words. Nothing was
audible let alone imaginable. She had fallen in love, completely and totally immersed herself in
this man standing before her and she was losing him. The worst part of all was that she couldn't
stop him or say anything to keep him from walking away from her. She had to let him go.
Remy watched her, studied her as she suffered in front of him. Her beautiful porcelain,
freckle spotted cheeks were stained with the tears that were trickling down from her rapidly
moistening, thick black lashes. He nimbly took a solitary step towards her and, with a gloved
hand, wiped the tears from her cheeks. Her emerald stars popped open at the contact and deeply
examined his red and black depths. She knew he loved her in that moment. On some level
realized what he was doing, although she chose not to accept it. The crystal tears poured down
her cheeks as he ran his fingers through her untamed chestnut and ivory locks.
" Je vous promets je ne vous oublierai pas. Je t'adore, Rogue. Maintenant. Demain.
Toujours.," with these words he kissed her gloved hand and stared for one last time into the eyes
that had always captivated his soul. "Au revoir," he slowly turned and walked towards his
Harley.
She watched him walk away from the mansion, she watched him approach his new
beginning, she watched him saunter out of her life at an all to quick pace. The tears fell in rushes
now and it took every bit of strength she had not to burst out moaning, although a few sobs
escaped her lips, but that was inevitable.
Remy heard her sob as he mounted his bike, the backs of his eyes beginning to sting and
burn. He wanted to turn and run to her, comfort her. He wanted to swear he'd stay with her till
the day he'd die. But he couldn't. Remy LeBeau was not the type of man to cry, but leaving her,
his love, his world, behind, felt like a knife was being twisted in his side. He left believing he
was doing it all for all the right reasons, but in all reality what he had done was leave the blaze in
his life behind him and let his happiness shrivel to a mere glimmer. His bike kicked up gravel as
it sped down the driveway leaving the tortured southern belle on her knees with her head in her
hands.
She wept uncontrollably and occasionally shouted and gasped in harsh bursts. She
damned herself for simply being herself. Tears stained her nightshirt and her gloves and
numerous times she choked on the bitter venom and misery that had overwhelmed her heart. She
cried and cried for a period of time and a couple of times she softly called out his name hoping
he'd return to her. She felt hollow inside. Amidst the tears all she could ask herself was one
question. What was so bad about him calling her his girl anyway?
French Translation: Although I take Spanish, this was my attempt at French. I hope it's right!
This is what I hope he said............... I promise I won't forget you. I love you, Rogue. Now.
Tomorrow. Always. Goodbye." Tell me is I was bad and translated it wrong. I did my best!