"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me..."
She couldn't help the tears falling as she celebrated her 17^th birthday over five shots of whisky. Lord she had hated birthdays. It reminded her of that fateful day..
*Flashback*
"Happy Birthday honey!" Her mum hugged her as she jumped up her mouth split wide open, despite the fact that her two front teeth were missing.
"Mamma!" she leapt up to the welcoming arms. "Mama wheres Daddy? He said he'd be here!" The mother smiled at the little girls pout as she washed and dressed her.
"Daddy's just gone to get the cake, he'll be back soon. Don't cry sweety! You're a big girl now, you're five years old?" Her mother had said the last part in a teasing tone.
"No mamma im six!" she said proudly holding up her fingers.
"My little Roguey's six? My how time flies!" she had smiled at her mothers petname for her. Her mother laughed, the beautiful warm laugh that Rogue had always loved, and rasberried into the girls tummy leaving the two giggling in helpless laughter.
"How are my two women doing?" the stern voice was betrayed by the twinkling eyes.
"Daddy!" she ran and hugged her dads legs. He smiled at her then looked at her mamma. "Carol."
"Jonathan," She watched as her mum walked to her dad and kissed him softly on the lips. Rogue watched on at the touching scene, her dad stroking her mammas hair as they hugged, his eyes bright with happiness and content. Rogue knew, depite what mamma would say that he loved mamma, more han he loved Rogue herself. She wasn't jealous though, she loved mamma too. Who couldn't? With her flowing blonde hair, her deep blue eyes and most of all her caring loving nature, she was the most well-liked woman in the whole of Caldecott, Missisippi.
The three went down and Rogue squealed with childish delight as she saw the usually plain dining room filled with balloons and ribbons, with a banner that said "Happy birthday Shannon" and a choclate cake on the dining table. She was touched, in her own childish sense, that they had taken that much trouble, after all she had already had a birthday party with her friends yesterday, and now even though it was only the three of them, the sight was as beautiful as the day before. With tears of gratitude in her eyes she had run to both her parents and hugged them then ran to the cake happily. "Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to Shannon
Happy birthday to you!"
They clapped as Rogue blew out all her candles, and then it happened.
Her mother kissed her. Of course her mother had kissed her many timed before but this time it was different, Rogue could feel it when her lips touched Rogues forehead. She felt a sudden pull flow through her body, their bodies, and suddenly thoughts started to enter her mind, thoughts and memories that weren't her. Oh she was in there all right, but they weren't hers. She felt her mothers love turn into surprise, shock and horror as slowly her life force was sucked in, by her own daughter. Dimly through the floating thoughts and memories she saw her father jump up in panic and try to pull his wife away from her frozen position in vain. Shannon pulled away from the depressing sight and allowed the memories and thought to envelop her. She saw her mother when she was young, flying? She looked on in confusion as she saw her mother fighting, knocking a whole building down, flying in the blue skies, standing still and smiling as bullets penetrated her. Then she saw her mother meet
her father, she felt the love that the two shared that grew when she was born. She could feel her mother resign herself sadly just as the bond broke.
Suddenly she was snapped back into reality, to witness her mother collapse into a heap in front of her. Some one was screaming, was it her? She abrubtly stopped as she realised it was, tears streamed down her cheeks. No.. She looked on in horror to her dad cuddling her mother, as he took her pulse and cryed at finding none. She had never seen her dad cry ever and now it scared her, the sight of the strong supporting man to be reduced to a crying heap.
~"We should have known."~ A familiar voice entered her head.
~"Mamma?"~ She looked at the darkness in her head.
~"Yes Shannon, it's me."~ Her mother appeared by her side as the two hugged then stared on helplessly at the scene occuring near her.
~"W-what happened?"~
"It seems that your mutation has come out. I was so scared of this, but I thought, I hoped that if I married a human then maybe my child would be one to."
~"I-I'm not hu.."~
~"No child you aren't. You're a mutant, as am I. I was known in the past as Ms Marvel, my power was that of strength, invulnerability and flight, as you may well have seen in my memories. I found my true love," at that she looked at her crying father, "and married him. You are our child, our offspring. It seems that your powers that have lain dormant have come out."~
The girl gave out a small shriek and fell down crying. In the midst of her sobs she spoke,
~"D-do you h-hate me m-mamma?"~
~"Hush my darling. I don't hate you, how can I sweety? You're my angel, my Roguey."~ She cuddled the crying child in her lap.
Suddenly her father's voice rang out pulling her back into reality.
"You.. You did this!" He yelled, jerking his hand towards the cold body. "You did this to her!"
"Jonathan don't be so cold towards the child. It wasn't her fault. You knew when you married me that she could be one."
A grown womans voice escaped the six year olds mouth. "Carol?"
"Yes it's me. I'm in Shannons head." The man shook his head violently as if to dispel the thought.
"No! No you're just lying! You took her away!" He cast a sad look towards he body. "Y-you took her away.." he murmured as her took his wife's body in his arms again. Looking up at the child his eyes grew cold.
"Get out of my house." She made a movement as if to speak but before she could he interrupted her.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!" the fire in his eyes and the hate in his voice scared her, and hurt her deeply. With one last look the child took over her mind and ran as fast as she could.
That was the last time she saw him again. The next day he was reported to have killed himself, his body had been found with a bullet in his head, his body lying peacefully next to his wife who too was reported dead, but of mysterious causes.
*End flashback*
The incident had haunted her for many years and stopped her from celebrating her birthday until she had met Remy...
*Flashback*
She woke up to his face, a pair of gleaming red eyes that were shaded slightly by his messy brown hair, his lips set in his sexy trademark smirk that fit perfectly with his chiseled handsome features. He was bent over her topless, and as she sat up his face met hers in a passionate kiss. Breaking off he had smiled again.
"Happy b't'day chere." He stood up and went off, only to return with a breakfast tray in his hands which he lay over her lap. On it there was a cup of strong coffee, her favourite, and some toast. There were also two red roses that were joined by a necklace with an exquisite diamond heart-shaped locket on it. Tears of joy fell in her eyes as she picked it up. Within it there was a picture of the two of them when they had first started going out on the right side and on the left an engraving that said "Je t'aime chere -Remy". She looked up at him and smiled amidst the tears.
"Ah love ya too swamp rat."
He smiled and kissed her again. Then with his nimble fingers he put it around Rogues neck. She took the tray off her lap and placed it on her side table. Then she looked at him mischeviously and grabbed him back into the bed. Needless to say they didn't get out until well into the afternoon.
After that he treated her on a shopping trip and then a romantic picnic in the park. Then he he took her out for dinner in one of the most expensive cajun restaurents in New Orleans where they spent more time staring at each other than actually eating, green eyes meeting red as they clasped hands under the table. Finally he took her out dancing where they danced till around 3:00am only to go back and make love again. She fell asleep at around 6:00am her mind in blissful oblivion, her body wrapped in her lovers strong arms, breathing his musky aroma, her head pressed against his chest, lulled to sleep by the rhythmic beating of his heart.
*End flashback*
It was only on the next day that she had realised that she hadn't thought once about her past which had haunted all of her other birthdays. Usually she spent her birthdays in a blur where her mind was usually pushed into a state of madness that was only stopped by alcohol and the sight of blood, usually her own.
She had realised then that she had found her soulmate. Being with him was, well an exhilirating experience to say the least. He was the one person who could make her feel free. Free from the chains of life and most of all the chains of the past. Her love for him and his for her enveloped her mind, creating a warm peaceful comfort for her tortured soul. Lord she had loved him. Hell she still did. She smiled lopsidedly at her memories as she fingered the locket that she still kept close to her.
Bitterness then enveloped as she realised that she would never be able to be with him again. Never be able to laugh with him, to hold him or to kiss him, due to her fear of hurting him. Even if her curse went away again she knew by then it would be too late. He would have probably already found another by then, after all he was young and good-looking, many women would probably line up to get with him. The thought of Remy, HER Remy with another woman almost made her vomit. She looked into her twelfth(?) shot, stared at it dimly, then downed it. She shook herself slightly then got up to leave after paying.
When outside she was suddenly aware of a group tailing her. Spinning around she found to her disgust, a gang of drunken men.
"Hey pretty girrrrrl, you wanna spend the night wiv uss?" said one of them grinning evilly.
"Sugah ah don't lahk sleeping with trash."
"Youu insssulting uss biatch?" The group of them loomed over her angrily."cuz if you were you're gonna find out that it don't pay to insult men like us."
"Bring it on `boys'." The gang looked surprised at first that a person would even `dare' to fight against them, then the expression of surprise faded to one of intense hatred as the rushed on to the seemingly powerless prey...
*Authors note time!!
Heya! Hope ya like this!just tryin my hand t writing a `past' for rogue. (dya like how I brought in carol danvers?) thanx 2 all the sweet reviews! (trust me remys comin soon!!) I know Im behind schedule 4 image behind the past but Im still stuck (neva mind rietro fans im gonna put up a valentines fic for the two on valentines day!). im so happy I just won $155 in poker (I LUV chinese new year! Mwahahahahhaha!) and if you guys are wonderin yep im half chinese. And its my birthday and yeah if you were wondering it was that fact that inspired me to do this whole `birthday' memory kinda thing, even though I wish the remy memory was mine ;) ~lol!~ oops ive written too much havent I? Well please review! Cya ! -linkin spike
*disclaimer: song not mine, characters not mine etc...
She couldn't help the tears falling as she celebrated her 17^th birthday over five shots of whisky. Lord she had hated birthdays. It reminded her of that fateful day..
*Flashback*
"Happy Birthday honey!" Her mum hugged her as she jumped up her mouth split wide open, despite the fact that her two front teeth were missing.
"Mamma!" she leapt up to the welcoming arms. "Mama wheres Daddy? He said he'd be here!" The mother smiled at the little girls pout as she washed and dressed her.
"Daddy's just gone to get the cake, he'll be back soon. Don't cry sweety! You're a big girl now, you're five years old?" Her mother had said the last part in a teasing tone.
"No mamma im six!" she said proudly holding up her fingers.
"My little Roguey's six? My how time flies!" she had smiled at her mothers petname for her. Her mother laughed, the beautiful warm laugh that Rogue had always loved, and rasberried into the girls tummy leaving the two giggling in helpless laughter.
"How are my two women doing?" the stern voice was betrayed by the twinkling eyes.
"Daddy!" she ran and hugged her dads legs. He smiled at her then looked at her mamma. "Carol."
"Jonathan," She watched as her mum walked to her dad and kissed him softly on the lips. Rogue watched on at the touching scene, her dad stroking her mammas hair as they hugged, his eyes bright with happiness and content. Rogue knew, depite what mamma would say that he loved mamma, more han he loved Rogue herself. She wasn't jealous though, she loved mamma too. Who couldn't? With her flowing blonde hair, her deep blue eyes and most of all her caring loving nature, she was the most well-liked woman in the whole of Caldecott, Missisippi.
The three went down and Rogue squealed with childish delight as she saw the usually plain dining room filled with balloons and ribbons, with a banner that said "Happy birthday Shannon" and a choclate cake on the dining table. She was touched, in her own childish sense, that they had taken that much trouble, after all she had already had a birthday party with her friends yesterday, and now even though it was only the three of them, the sight was as beautiful as the day before. With tears of gratitude in her eyes she had run to both her parents and hugged them then ran to the cake happily. "Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to Shannon
Happy birthday to you!"
They clapped as Rogue blew out all her candles, and then it happened.
Her mother kissed her. Of course her mother had kissed her many timed before but this time it was different, Rogue could feel it when her lips touched Rogues forehead. She felt a sudden pull flow through her body, their bodies, and suddenly thoughts started to enter her mind, thoughts and memories that weren't her. Oh she was in there all right, but they weren't hers. She felt her mothers love turn into surprise, shock and horror as slowly her life force was sucked in, by her own daughter. Dimly through the floating thoughts and memories she saw her father jump up in panic and try to pull his wife away from her frozen position in vain. Shannon pulled away from the depressing sight and allowed the memories and thought to envelop her. She saw her mother when she was young, flying? She looked on in confusion as she saw her mother fighting, knocking a whole building down, flying in the blue skies, standing still and smiling as bullets penetrated her. Then she saw her mother meet
her father, she felt the love that the two shared that grew when she was born. She could feel her mother resign herself sadly just as the bond broke.
Suddenly she was snapped back into reality, to witness her mother collapse into a heap in front of her. Some one was screaming, was it her? She abrubtly stopped as she realised it was, tears streamed down her cheeks. No.. She looked on in horror to her dad cuddling her mother, as he took her pulse and cryed at finding none. She had never seen her dad cry ever and now it scared her, the sight of the strong supporting man to be reduced to a crying heap.
~"We should have known."~ A familiar voice entered her head.
~"Mamma?"~ She looked at the darkness in her head.
~"Yes Shannon, it's me."~ Her mother appeared by her side as the two hugged then stared on helplessly at the scene occuring near her.
~"W-what happened?"~
"It seems that your mutation has come out. I was so scared of this, but I thought, I hoped that if I married a human then maybe my child would be one to."
~"I-I'm not hu.."~
~"No child you aren't. You're a mutant, as am I. I was known in the past as Ms Marvel, my power was that of strength, invulnerability and flight, as you may well have seen in my memories. I found my true love," at that she looked at her crying father, "and married him. You are our child, our offspring. It seems that your powers that have lain dormant have come out."~
The girl gave out a small shriek and fell down crying. In the midst of her sobs she spoke,
~"D-do you h-hate me m-mamma?"~
~"Hush my darling. I don't hate you, how can I sweety? You're my angel, my Roguey."~ She cuddled the crying child in her lap.
Suddenly her father's voice rang out pulling her back into reality.
"You.. You did this!" He yelled, jerking his hand towards the cold body. "You did this to her!"
"Jonathan don't be so cold towards the child. It wasn't her fault. You knew when you married me that she could be one."
A grown womans voice escaped the six year olds mouth. "Carol?"
"Yes it's me. I'm in Shannons head." The man shook his head violently as if to dispel the thought.
"No! No you're just lying! You took her away!" He cast a sad look towards he body. "Y-you took her away.." he murmured as her took his wife's body in his arms again. Looking up at the child his eyes grew cold.
"Get out of my house." She made a movement as if to speak but before she could he interrupted her.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!" the fire in his eyes and the hate in his voice scared her, and hurt her deeply. With one last look the child took over her mind and ran as fast as she could.
That was the last time she saw him again. The next day he was reported to have killed himself, his body had been found with a bullet in his head, his body lying peacefully next to his wife who too was reported dead, but of mysterious causes.
*End flashback*
The incident had haunted her for many years and stopped her from celebrating her birthday until she had met Remy...
*Flashback*
She woke up to his face, a pair of gleaming red eyes that were shaded slightly by his messy brown hair, his lips set in his sexy trademark smirk that fit perfectly with his chiseled handsome features. He was bent over her topless, and as she sat up his face met hers in a passionate kiss. Breaking off he had smiled again.
"Happy b't'day chere." He stood up and went off, only to return with a breakfast tray in his hands which he lay over her lap. On it there was a cup of strong coffee, her favourite, and some toast. There were also two red roses that were joined by a necklace with an exquisite diamond heart-shaped locket on it. Tears of joy fell in her eyes as she picked it up. Within it there was a picture of the two of them when they had first started going out on the right side and on the left an engraving that said "Je t'aime chere -Remy". She looked up at him and smiled amidst the tears.
"Ah love ya too swamp rat."
He smiled and kissed her again. Then with his nimble fingers he put it around Rogues neck. She took the tray off her lap and placed it on her side table. Then she looked at him mischeviously and grabbed him back into the bed. Needless to say they didn't get out until well into the afternoon.
After that he treated her on a shopping trip and then a romantic picnic in the park. Then he he took her out for dinner in one of the most expensive cajun restaurents in New Orleans where they spent more time staring at each other than actually eating, green eyes meeting red as they clasped hands under the table. Finally he took her out dancing where they danced till around 3:00am only to go back and make love again. She fell asleep at around 6:00am her mind in blissful oblivion, her body wrapped in her lovers strong arms, breathing his musky aroma, her head pressed against his chest, lulled to sleep by the rhythmic beating of his heart.
*End flashback*
It was only on the next day that she had realised that she hadn't thought once about her past which had haunted all of her other birthdays. Usually she spent her birthdays in a blur where her mind was usually pushed into a state of madness that was only stopped by alcohol and the sight of blood, usually her own.
She had realised then that she had found her soulmate. Being with him was, well an exhilirating experience to say the least. He was the one person who could make her feel free. Free from the chains of life and most of all the chains of the past. Her love for him and his for her enveloped her mind, creating a warm peaceful comfort for her tortured soul. Lord she had loved him. Hell she still did. She smiled lopsidedly at her memories as she fingered the locket that she still kept close to her.
Bitterness then enveloped as she realised that she would never be able to be with him again. Never be able to laugh with him, to hold him or to kiss him, due to her fear of hurting him. Even if her curse went away again she knew by then it would be too late. He would have probably already found another by then, after all he was young and good-looking, many women would probably line up to get with him. The thought of Remy, HER Remy with another woman almost made her vomit. She looked into her twelfth(?) shot, stared at it dimly, then downed it. She shook herself slightly then got up to leave after paying.
When outside she was suddenly aware of a group tailing her. Spinning around she found to her disgust, a gang of drunken men.
"Hey pretty girrrrrl, you wanna spend the night wiv uss?" said one of them grinning evilly.
"Sugah ah don't lahk sleeping with trash."
"Youu insssulting uss biatch?" The group of them loomed over her angrily."cuz if you were you're gonna find out that it don't pay to insult men like us."
"Bring it on `boys'." The gang looked surprised at first that a person would even `dare' to fight against them, then the expression of surprise faded to one of intense hatred as the rushed on to the seemingly powerless prey...
*Authors note time!!
Heya! Hope ya like this!just tryin my hand t writing a `past' for rogue. (dya like how I brought in carol danvers?) thanx 2 all the sweet reviews! (trust me remys comin soon!!) I know Im behind schedule 4 image behind the past but Im still stuck (neva mind rietro fans im gonna put up a valentines fic for the two on valentines day!). im so happy I just won $155 in poker (I LUV chinese new year! Mwahahahahhaha!) and if you guys are wonderin yep im half chinese. And its my birthday and yeah if you were wondering it was that fact that inspired me to do this whole `birthday' memory kinda thing, even though I wish the remy memory was mine ;) ~lol!~ oops ive written too much havent I? Well please review! Cya ! -linkin spike
*disclaimer: song not mine, characters not mine etc...