Chapter 6 of 12
"That Rock Won't Roll"
By: RogueBHS
A/N: I'm back! LOL. I'm sorry about the delay here (yes around a week is a delay for me, atleast during the past few months it has been). I had to get the new Part Two of my comic-verse arc started first. Otherwise I would have had a few reviewers unhappy with me. Then again, you all that are reading this may be too. *raises hands in defeat if you are* I appologize! Randi all but ordered me to add another chapter here, and since she helps me out when I'm having trouble, I figured I'd better do what she asked. J/K. Without further ado, here's Chapter 6!
"Every little move she makes
Is gonna catch somebody's eye
You aughta see all the double-takes
When she goes walkin' by
But she's so distant
She seems so cold
Everybody says 'That Rock won't roll'"
"They say the girls got a heart of stone
That rock won't roll
Oh but she's too pretty to be alone
I've got all this love inside me
And I've just gotta see
If that rock won't roll"
"That Rock Won't Roll" by Restless Heart
Remy glanced up as a football landed beside him on the ground. He had sensed it moving towards him, but knowing it wouldn't hit him, he hadn't bothered moving. Until he sensed who was coming after it. It was her. She was easily beautiful, despite the Goth image she portrayed. For no real reason he could name, he wondered if she was truely the "ice queen" that the guy named Toad had said she was.
As Rogue bent to pick up the football, she was surprised to have the Cajun pick it up instead and hold it out to her. Reaching for it, she offered a brief smile, unsure of why she was so attracted to him. Those eyes were so unusual, yet so beautiful to her. Then again, she was always one for the dark, mysterious, dangerous types.
At her brief smile, Gambit took heart. Smiling himself in a way that drove most girls nuts, he tossed the ball lightly at her. She caught it without even thinking about it really, focused on his eyes. Fighting the urge to put on his sunglasses, he blocked the sun from his eyes with a hand instead. "Who winnin' chere?"
Rogue shrugged and glanced over her shoulder when Kitty called for her to hurry up. "Ah dunno really." She turned and threw the football back to the others cleanly, yelling she was taking a break. Ignoring Lance's frown, she took a seat next to Remy. "Ah've nevah been that good at th' scorin part. Ah c'n pass jus' fine, even do th' runnin, but othah than that, Ah've gotta admit Ah'm no good at football."
He couldn't help but laugh. She had a child-like quality that was adorable and endearing. Turning his head her way, he raised an eyebrow. "I imagine de strength you got now'd make you one heck of a tackler, eh?"
Rogue plucked a strand of grass, ignoring the way he looked at her. No guy could be interested in her. Much less one like this Cajun. He could have any girl he wanted, so why go after the untouchable? Forcing those thoughts away, she shrugged. "Ah guess. But...it ain't mine. Not really. Th' girl they made meh absorb...she was smart. She coulda had one heck of a future. But now? Now she ain't gonna have one at all...all because o' mah stupid powah."
Frowning, Remy moved her bangs away, not flinching when his fingers came only a hair's breadth away from her forehead. When she looked up at him in surprise at the unexpected gesture, he spoke. "Don' say dat, chere. Remy be a big believer in fate...dat everyt'ing happens for a reason. Dere mus' be some reason dat you were forced t' absorb de petite femme. Otherwise, it wouldn't o' happened. Eh?"
Still in awe that he had come so close to touching her skin and not cared, she didn't answer for a long moment. Shyly looking away, she spoke silently. "Ah guess. Its jus'...Ah c'n still hear her. She's not angry at meh per-say, but she doesn't lahke th' situation o' bein' trapped in mah skull. Ah don' lahke it much eithah, but Ah cain't do nothin' about it." Looking up into those demon eyes, she bit her lip. "Do ya think enjoyin' havin her powahs'd make meh a bad person...considerin' how Ah got 'em an' all..."
Shaking his head, Remy looked her in the eye. "I don' t'ink dat anyt'ing could make you a bad person, mon ange."
Feeling the hints of a blush starting, she turned her head away again. "Ah'm no angel."
It was those familiar words that Scott heard when he got closer to them. He had started that way when he had noticed the sad look on Rogue's face, but now, he paused. Glancing between the two, he realized this was no time to interupt, but it was to late. Gambit's red-on-black eyes were looking up at him.
"You want somet'ing mon ami?"
Rogue's head whipped around at the realization someone else was there, and she couldn't hide the slight blush that crept up again when she saw Scott. She lowered her head to the point that her bangs hid her face for the most part, and basically ignored Scott.
Looking a little sheepish, Scott shrugged. "I uh...just wanted to see if Rogue was gonna rejoin the game." Deciding to make the first gesture of acceptence, Scott looked directly at Remy. "If you want to join too, that's cool. We could use another player."
Gambit raised an eyebrow as he leaned back against the tree-trunk he had selected as a good spot to sit nearly two hours before. He looked at Rogue to see what she was going to do, only to find her looking at him. Fighting back a laugh, he looked back up at Scott. "I dunno mon ami. I was t'ink 'bout goin an' playin' some cards inside."
Having one answer, Scott looked to Rogue. It was no secret to him that she was attracted to the Cajun. Knowing her better than any of the others gave him that much of an advantage. He wasn't sure what to make of the smooth-talking Gambit, but Rogue would probably skin him alive if he didn't give Gambit a fair chance. He held up a hand and waved Jean off when she tried yelling to him, waiting patiently for Rogue's answer.
God how she wanted to go inside if he did, but she couldn't use the same excuse. Even if Scott knew she was attracted to Remy, there was no telling what he'd do if she blatently followed the Cajun around like a lost puppy. Shrugging, she looked up at Scott. "Ah dunno. Storm wanted t' talk t' meh about mah powahs a lil, and its gettin warm out heah, so Ah think Ah may head in an' talk t' her."
Scott simply nodded, then smiled briefly at Rogue. "Alright. See you two later then."
"I'll give her everything I've got
I'm gonna change her point of view
I'll keep trying and I won't stop
Until the love in her eyes shines through
When I show her this heart of gold
Then well see if that rock won't roll"
"They say the girl's got a heart of stone
That rock wont roll
Oh but she's too pretty to be alone
I've got all this love inside me
And I've just gotta see
If that rock won't roll"
"I've got all this love inside me
And I've just gotta see
If that rock won't roll
She's too pretty
But that rock won't roll
I've just gotta see
If that rock won't roll"
"That Rock Won't Roll" by Restless Heart
When there was a knock at the door of the room Rogue now shared with Kitty, Kitty jumped up and pulled it open in eagerness. Rolling her eyes, Rogue returned her attention to the book she was reading by the huge windows in the room. The sound of a Cajun voice quickly got her attention though, and her green-gray eyes were fixed on the door. She almost didn't notice Kitty turning to tell her that Remy wanted to speak with her. Putting down the book without marking her place, Rogue stood up and brushed off some non-existant dirt from the seat of her dark blue jeans.
Kitty took Rogue's sudden attention to both the door and her appearance as a good sign. More so than probably any of the other students, Kitty knew of Rogue's loneliness. Not that Rogue would ever admit it of course. But this Remy guy seemed to make her want to try and be a bit more friendly than she normally might be to a guy. Smiling broadly, Kitty said she was going to go and find Jean, but the comment went unheard by both Southerners. Kitty all but skipped down the hall as she left, drawing an amused glance from those she passed.
Rogue and Remy stood there in the room, simply staring at each other for a few seconds, each totally hypnotized by the others eyes. A clashing sound in the hallway brought both out of it and back to the real world. Laughing softly, Rogue moved forward and poked her head out into the hallway. Seeing Bobby standing there laughing as Ray tried to get himself up, only to keep on falling over and over on the patch of ice on the floor, Rogue shook her head and turned, only to find Remy inches away. Despite the fact she was completely covered, aside from her face, she found herself moving away from him.
Frowning, Remy put a hand on her arm to keep her from walking out the doorway and into the hall, he tugged gently. "Don' worry, chere, I don' bite." He grinned. "Unless you want me to o' course."
Rogue couldn't help but blush lightly, and without the white face makeup it was readily apparent. Stepping back into the room, Rogue slipped past him and headed back to the window, hoping to calm herself down. His simply being close had set her on edge. No one, but no one had ever gotten that close to her willingly after her powers manifested. Well...Except for Scott really, but still...That was Scott. Scott was safe. He was something she knew. Not Gambit though. He was the unknown entity. The fact he could hold her attention as long as he did was disturbing, and completely unusual for her.
Remy watched her move away from him as he closed the door, silently smiling when he saw her blush. Moving without a sound, he sat on the foot of a bed, not knowing it was Rogue's. She seemed to be ignoring him, so he took a second to glance around the room. Spotting a photo on the nightstand, he got up and went closer to it. Picking the photo up, he looked at it closely. It was a photo of Rogue and some woman wearing sunglasses. Rogue couldn't have been but 8 at the most in it, and she looked happy for a change. The smile she wore was bright, and reached all the way to those green-gray eyes of hers. Grinning, he looked up at Rogue. "Dis you, Roguey?"
Rogue spun when he spoke, then frowned when she saw the picture. "Put that down, swamp rat. Its mine, an' Ah don' take kindly t' people handlin' mah things."
Putting it down, Remy raised both hands in self defense. "Sorry, chere. Didn' realize dat you was so possesive."
Sighing, Rogue walked over and picked up the picture herself. "It is meh though. An' th' woman who took care o' meh till mah powahs showed up." Seeing that he was truely interested, she continued. "She was probably th' only person who evah showed she cared 'bout meh. No one else evah touched meh really, 'cept her. Irene'd hug meh or whatevah without a second thought." Smiling ruefully, Rogue met those red-on-black eyes. "No ones dared touch meh since mah powahs though. Not really anyway. If they do, they flinch."
Tilting his head, Remy looked at her. "But you flinch too, chere. Why dat?"
Rogue looked at him, a bit surprised he had noticed. "Reflex Ah guess. Kinda 'Do it before they do' type thang. 'Sides, Ah don' wanna hurt anybody, an' thats what mah powah does. Causes pain. Not jus' for meh. Ah know everyone else calls meh an ice queen cause Ah stay away an' what not, but Ah'm doin' th' only thang Ah know t' do t' keep them from gettin' hurt bah meh."
Remy shook his head in disbelief. Everyone here did think exactly what she had said, but if only they knew the truth. This Goth girl wasn't heartless...if anything, she had a bigger heart than a few of the other students he had met. Smiling at her, he caught her attention again. "Well den, if dat de case den, ma belle chere..." He picked up her gloved hand from her side and kissed it gently, causing her to blush. "Lemme be de first t' say dat I admire de thought. But...I hope dat you figure out another way soon." He grinned. "I'd like t' see dat tres belle face smilin' sometime soon." With one last kiss on the back of her hand, he left silently.
Behind him, as the door closed, a hint of the first true smile crept slowly along Rogue's purple lips. He called meh beautiful...twice... When Kitty came back up to the room a few hours later, Rogue was asleep on the windowseat, dreaming of the demon-eyed Cajun charmer.