A/N If you REALLY wanna correct my French (and I mean that literally here)
go head.I'm a Spanish major, hence why my French sucks
Chapter 2: Why the Hell am I Here?
Why did she have to stay behind again? Just because she was considered the most junior member of the team didn't mean that she should have to be left behind alone. Her full lips pouted. Her face became a mask of annoyance and frustration. Hell, Jubilee hadn't even had the control over the powers that she did. Rogue groaned as she remembered the argument that she had with the Professor only hours earlier.
-Flashback-
/ Rogue, you know that you can't fully control your powers. What if you were thrown against one of your teammates? You would drain them. / The Professor leaned forward on his clasped hands and starred at her intently in his mind's eye.
/ But professor, Ah'd beah careful. Ah can control it's intensity, ya know./ She could see him still staring at her disbelieving before he spoke.
/ Yes, but you know as well as I do child that it requires intense concentration. You would either ignore the fight or your powers. Either way you'd be a threat to your team. /
-End Flashback-
She rolled her flashing emerald eyes at the thought of fighting with him, and tucked the offending strands of white that had escaped her ponytail behind her ears. She glanced down at the lined counter top filled with monitors in the command center of the mansion. She gave a quick glance at the monitors that showed her the entire mansion and the surrounding grounds. Still. As usual.
Why Professor X thought they needed a look-out at home, she didn't know. Nothing ever happened. She went back to her English assignment. She was reading "The Crucible", one of the dullest books on the face of the earth, for a test she had in two days. One that she hadn't studied for. The person who invented color marking was at the top of her hit list, right after the guy who invented math. The usually observant girl didn't notice as the screens, one following the other, flipping then returning to normal.the subtle hint of looped taping.
Rouge was in the middle of a particularly mind-numbing act when there was a knock on the door down stairs. She immediately looked at the screen that showed her the front door. Not that it helped. It was pitch black outside and for some reason the light had been flipped off, but even so, she didn't see anything-not even a dark figure. She sighed and went to open the door thinking that her reading was never going to get done.
She turned on the outside light and looked at the miniature screen that would show her the person who was on the other side. No one was there. But another wave of pounding was heard. She figured that this had to be one of those insane jokes that the guys played on her. But yet, her heart beat faster-the adrenaline just starting to course through her veins. She slowly removed the ever present gloves from her hands and opened the door.
He was leaning against the wall and took a drag of his cigarette. His eyes, behind the dark glasses, took in the 5'5" figure, the tight jeans, the transparent green shirt over a black tank top, the brown lipstick and the loose strands of white hair. He slowly blew out a stream of smoke.
"Allo´, Chere."
Rogue's grip tightened on the door. She shook the strands of hair out of her eyes as a cover to get a good look at the male figure in front of her. He was about 6'2" and looked muscular.
"Can I help you?" Was he human? Or was he one of them?
The brown-haired, leather-clad figure stood and took a few steps over to stand in front of her. He leaned on his arm on the door jam. The leather jacket opened slightly, revealing a white undershirt that wasn't tucked into the jeans.
"Ah wouldn't sup'ose dat Stormy would be in dere, petite?" He used a bit of his empathy power to enhance his charm.
Unbeknownst to him, Rouge was practically immune to it due to the many in her head. In fact, they were all laughing at what they considered pathetic hitting on. She shook her head hard in a negative response, releasing more of her white streaks into her face and put her gloves back on.
"She's uh.um.she's uh.out?" / Smooth one, Rouge. Why didn't ya just tell him that she's on a top secret mission saving mutant children? That woulda been so much less subtle. /
"Well den. Is Chere gonna at least show dis Cajun some o' 'er manners and invite him inside ta wait?"
Just then, the phone rang. Not wanting to be exceptionally rude nor take her eyes off of him, she stepped back, inviting him in before she grabbed the phone.
"Hello?"
"Rogue! What's wrong? It took 17 rings before you picked up."
Great. It was Scott. He always made her feel incompetent, but he also made her feel cared for, especially since Logan seemed to either be gone or drooling over Jean lately. It was nice that there was at least one person that wanted her, even if it was just for friendship.
"Nothing, Scott. Just, um, couldn't find the phone." Lie number one. The guy in front of her snorted at it.
"Rogue? Is there someone there with you? You know no one else's suppose to be there when we're gone."
"No. Ah'm by myself." Lie number two. With a laugh, the phone was snatched from her hand. "No!" The word died on her lips.
"Don't ya worry mon ami, Gambit be takin' good care o' your girlfriend."
"Rogue? Rogue!" Scott had to get back to the mansion to find out why the security system had failed and why that, that, that SOB was there and what he was doing to Rouge.
As Scott's yells came from the phone, the stranger went to hang up with a sexy, smug smile. Right before the phone hit the cradle, he got an idea.
"Ah Scott, mon amie, Stormy wouldn't be dare wit ya, would she?"
Scott swore loudly making everyone in the jet turn and look at him oddly. "Who is this?"
On the other end of the line was laugher. "Just an Ol' Cajun. Now is Stormy 'round?"
Not knowing what else to do, Scott handed the phone over.
"Yes?"
"Stormy.long time non see."
The smile Storm wore could be heard on the other end. "Ah. My friend has returned. I assume you are at the mansion with Rogue?"
"Ah. Dat her name? We non been introduced. Oui. Gambit be at the mansion. And Gambit be enjoyin' de view."
Storm laughed at her old friend's flirting tactics. "Remy, dear friend, I doubt you'll flatter her too much. She's had a hard life.I would tell you that it would be a waste of time, but that in itself is a waste of breath."
He chuckled. "But Stormy know dat Gambit be always up for a challenge, non?"
"Yes. Yes, I know it well.and in more ways than one. If you would be so kind as to give Rogue the phone."
Gambit duly handed the phone over. "If you would be so kind, Rogue, please show him his room. It's right across the hall from yours and Kitty's. And also show him the mansion?"
Rogue sighed. There went her hopes of finishing her English assignment. "Sure, Storm. I'll see you later." She gently set the phone on the cradle. She turned to the guy who she still wasn't positive about his name.
"So Ah guess you're Gambit?"
He flashed his sultry, cocky smile. "Oui. But Chere can call dis Cajun Remy."
The smile had Rogue stunned for a moment. She.remembered it?
/ About time. / He was getting a bit tired of using his powers to enhance his charm. Now that there was a crack, maybe he didn't have to try so hard.
The smile looked familiar.as if she had been half asleep when she saw it last. Rogue shook her head to clear it of her thoughts. Then she realized that she needed to show him around-quickly-so she might get back to her assignment.
/ Damn. Guess not. At least she hasn't recognized me yet. /
"More like swamp rat," Rogue said under her breath. If she could have seen his eyes, she would have seen them dull. "Follow me. You're bunking across from me."
"Across eh? Remy likes the top better."
Remembering that a friend of Storms was a friend of her's, she forced a smile. "Follow me."
He grabbed his bags and followed her. He had been told never to get too close, but the motto 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer' had always worked for him. So what if he mixed a bit of pleasure with business? The rear view was almost as good as the front, he decided.
Rogue kept a watch on him as he followed her. Several items disappeared under the leather duster. She opened his door with a flourish, revealing a medium sized room with a King sized water bed, a few dressers, a closet and a desk. She followed him into the room and softly shut the door.
"What, mon petite? Someone else here besides Chere?" / Maybe it did affect her. /
"Na. Just didn't want 'em to walk in on us" She smiled seductively. ".Just in case." Rogue put her arms gently around his waist, as if to pull him closer. Remy leaned in, but she pushed him away and touched him lightly with her left hand.
He felt himself being absorbed slowly.
"What is Chere doin ta Remy?"
"Teaching him not to steal." And with that she left the room, with the swiped items, slamming the door shut.
/ She's a cold one, dat one. Definitely a Mutant too./
But like he needed proof of that. Although he knew from his late- night research session that Xavier sometimes took in human kids, Gambit knew that she was one like him. Now he had proof of her extremely deadly power.
Chapter 2: Why the Hell am I Here?
Why did she have to stay behind again? Just because she was considered the most junior member of the team didn't mean that she should have to be left behind alone. Her full lips pouted. Her face became a mask of annoyance and frustration. Hell, Jubilee hadn't even had the control over the powers that she did. Rogue groaned as she remembered the argument that she had with the Professor only hours earlier.
-Flashback-
/ Rogue, you know that you can't fully control your powers. What if you were thrown against one of your teammates? You would drain them. / The Professor leaned forward on his clasped hands and starred at her intently in his mind's eye.
/ But professor, Ah'd beah careful. Ah can control it's intensity, ya know./ She could see him still staring at her disbelieving before he spoke.
/ Yes, but you know as well as I do child that it requires intense concentration. You would either ignore the fight or your powers. Either way you'd be a threat to your team. /
-End Flashback-
She rolled her flashing emerald eyes at the thought of fighting with him, and tucked the offending strands of white that had escaped her ponytail behind her ears. She glanced down at the lined counter top filled with monitors in the command center of the mansion. She gave a quick glance at the monitors that showed her the entire mansion and the surrounding grounds. Still. As usual.
Why Professor X thought they needed a look-out at home, she didn't know. Nothing ever happened. She went back to her English assignment. She was reading "The Crucible", one of the dullest books on the face of the earth, for a test she had in two days. One that she hadn't studied for. The person who invented color marking was at the top of her hit list, right after the guy who invented math. The usually observant girl didn't notice as the screens, one following the other, flipping then returning to normal.the subtle hint of looped taping.
Rouge was in the middle of a particularly mind-numbing act when there was a knock on the door down stairs. She immediately looked at the screen that showed her the front door. Not that it helped. It was pitch black outside and for some reason the light had been flipped off, but even so, she didn't see anything-not even a dark figure. She sighed and went to open the door thinking that her reading was never going to get done.
She turned on the outside light and looked at the miniature screen that would show her the person who was on the other side. No one was there. But another wave of pounding was heard. She figured that this had to be one of those insane jokes that the guys played on her. But yet, her heart beat faster-the adrenaline just starting to course through her veins. She slowly removed the ever present gloves from her hands and opened the door.
He was leaning against the wall and took a drag of his cigarette. His eyes, behind the dark glasses, took in the 5'5" figure, the tight jeans, the transparent green shirt over a black tank top, the brown lipstick and the loose strands of white hair. He slowly blew out a stream of smoke.
"Allo´, Chere."
Rogue's grip tightened on the door. She shook the strands of hair out of her eyes as a cover to get a good look at the male figure in front of her. He was about 6'2" and looked muscular.
"Can I help you?" Was he human? Or was he one of them?
The brown-haired, leather-clad figure stood and took a few steps over to stand in front of her. He leaned on his arm on the door jam. The leather jacket opened slightly, revealing a white undershirt that wasn't tucked into the jeans.
"Ah wouldn't sup'ose dat Stormy would be in dere, petite?" He used a bit of his empathy power to enhance his charm.
Unbeknownst to him, Rouge was practically immune to it due to the many in her head. In fact, they were all laughing at what they considered pathetic hitting on. She shook her head hard in a negative response, releasing more of her white streaks into her face and put her gloves back on.
"She's uh.um.she's uh.out?" / Smooth one, Rouge. Why didn't ya just tell him that she's on a top secret mission saving mutant children? That woulda been so much less subtle. /
"Well den. Is Chere gonna at least show dis Cajun some o' 'er manners and invite him inside ta wait?"
Just then, the phone rang. Not wanting to be exceptionally rude nor take her eyes off of him, she stepped back, inviting him in before she grabbed the phone.
"Hello?"
"Rogue! What's wrong? It took 17 rings before you picked up."
Great. It was Scott. He always made her feel incompetent, but he also made her feel cared for, especially since Logan seemed to either be gone or drooling over Jean lately. It was nice that there was at least one person that wanted her, even if it was just for friendship.
"Nothing, Scott. Just, um, couldn't find the phone." Lie number one. The guy in front of her snorted at it.
"Rogue? Is there someone there with you? You know no one else's suppose to be there when we're gone."
"No. Ah'm by myself." Lie number two. With a laugh, the phone was snatched from her hand. "No!" The word died on her lips.
"Don't ya worry mon ami, Gambit be takin' good care o' your girlfriend."
"Rogue? Rogue!" Scott had to get back to the mansion to find out why the security system had failed and why that, that, that SOB was there and what he was doing to Rouge.
As Scott's yells came from the phone, the stranger went to hang up with a sexy, smug smile. Right before the phone hit the cradle, he got an idea.
"Ah Scott, mon amie, Stormy wouldn't be dare wit ya, would she?"
Scott swore loudly making everyone in the jet turn and look at him oddly. "Who is this?"
On the other end of the line was laugher. "Just an Ol' Cajun. Now is Stormy 'round?"
Not knowing what else to do, Scott handed the phone over.
"Yes?"
"Stormy.long time non see."
The smile Storm wore could be heard on the other end. "Ah. My friend has returned. I assume you are at the mansion with Rogue?"
"Ah. Dat her name? We non been introduced. Oui. Gambit be at the mansion. And Gambit be enjoyin' de view."
Storm laughed at her old friend's flirting tactics. "Remy, dear friend, I doubt you'll flatter her too much. She's had a hard life.I would tell you that it would be a waste of time, but that in itself is a waste of breath."
He chuckled. "But Stormy know dat Gambit be always up for a challenge, non?"
"Yes. Yes, I know it well.and in more ways than one. If you would be so kind as to give Rogue the phone."
Gambit duly handed the phone over. "If you would be so kind, Rogue, please show him his room. It's right across the hall from yours and Kitty's. And also show him the mansion?"
Rogue sighed. There went her hopes of finishing her English assignment. "Sure, Storm. I'll see you later." She gently set the phone on the cradle. She turned to the guy who she still wasn't positive about his name.
"So Ah guess you're Gambit?"
He flashed his sultry, cocky smile. "Oui. But Chere can call dis Cajun Remy."
The smile had Rogue stunned for a moment. She.remembered it?
/ About time. / He was getting a bit tired of using his powers to enhance his charm. Now that there was a crack, maybe he didn't have to try so hard.
The smile looked familiar.as if she had been half asleep when she saw it last. Rogue shook her head to clear it of her thoughts. Then she realized that she needed to show him around-quickly-so she might get back to her assignment.
/ Damn. Guess not. At least she hasn't recognized me yet. /
"More like swamp rat," Rogue said under her breath. If she could have seen his eyes, she would have seen them dull. "Follow me. You're bunking across from me."
"Across eh? Remy likes the top better."
Remembering that a friend of Storms was a friend of her's, she forced a smile. "Follow me."
He grabbed his bags and followed her. He had been told never to get too close, but the motto 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer' had always worked for him. So what if he mixed a bit of pleasure with business? The rear view was almost as good as the front, he decided.
Rogue kept a watch on him as he followed her. Several items disappeared under the leather duster. She opened his door with a flourish, revealing a medium sized room with a King sized water bed, a few dressers, a closet and a desk. She followed him into the room and softly shut the door.
"What, mon petite? Someone else here besides Chere?" / Maybe it did affect her. /
"Na. Just didn't want 'em to walk in on us" She smiled seductively. ".Just in case." Rogue put her arms gently around his waist, as if to pull him closer. Remy leaned in, but she pushed him away and touched him lightly with her left hand.
He felt himself being absorbed slowly.
"What is Chere doin ta Remy?"
"Teaching him not to steal." And with that she left the room, with the swiped items, slamming the door shut.
/ She's a cold one, dat one. Definitely a Mutant too./
But like he needed proof of that. Although he knew from his late- night research session that Xavier sometimes took in human kids, Gambit knew that she was one like him. Now he had proof of her extremely deadly power.