Chapter 6:...His Saviour?
11:54
The red numbers blazed into his eyeballs. The dreams had come back. They hadn't appeared in forever, but the blonde that he was once married to was back. And all the trouble that he thought he left in New Orleans. He had to get up and do something; he couldn't lay there any longer.
Not bothering to throw on more than a pair of blue silk boxers and a white undershirt, he silently opened his door. A dozing Wolverine was in front of his destination-Rogue's room.
/ Damn. /
He closed the door and looked around. A bit of knowledge flickered in his mind. For a moment, he couldn't put his finger on it. The he smiled. She had a window. So did he. In seconds, he was on the roof then through the always opened window and into her room. He slipped on his gloves and covered her mouth before gently shaking her awake.
"Chere? Chere. Wake up."
Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing the emerald orbs behind them. After he was sure she wouldn't scream, he removed his hand from her angry mouth.
"Before ya say anyt'ing, Chere, ya got 5 minutes afore Remy's aleaving ya. We're goin' out."
The prospect of actually leaving the mansion grounds was better than wondering why he was in her room. He got to the window before she got to ask the question that was plaguing her.
"Who's Belle?"
His already tense muscles turned to brick.
"Who?"
"Belle. Blonde.light grey eyes. Who is she? I saw."
She had never seen someone move so fast. Even Pietro. She hadn't registered the movement until she felt his hands bruising her arms and shaking her.
"How do you know about her?" he whispered furiously. His red eyes blazed fiercely and he was unconsciously heating her skin under his hands. Then.she remembered him.
"Oh my God!" She had almost forgotten to whisper. "What the hell have you been doing in my room? I thought those were dreams. Oh Hell." She struggled to get out of his grasp and out of the room so she could warn them.
/Oh God./ He had just blown his cover.
"Lo-" He covered her mouth before she could get the rest of the guy's name out.
"Chere. Ya don't understand. Remy, he." He had to find another approach- and he had to think of one fast. "Remy'll explain everythin'. Let's get on the road first. We're going to a club." He let go of her.
"'Ow do Ah know ya're tellin' the truth?"
"Oh Hell. Remy's nev'r 'ad ta beg before. Just tell Remy first 'ow ya know about his Belle. Please."
Still fighting mad and figuring that this would be the only way to find out why he had earlier been in her room, she told him. "Mah powers. Ah take memories, thoughts, and energy."
His breath came faster. All he had done to bury his past and now it was digging itself up. "'Ow much did Chere see?"
"Just ah few days. Ya saw her day afore yesterday."
His breath slowed. He was safe for now.
"Now tell meh. Why were ya in mah room?"
He had to think fast. "Uh. Remy heard 'bout dis X-Men place. Remy was checkin' it out afore he decided ta join. He wasn't gonna get trapped dat way again."
Knowing about pasts, she sat up, pullin' the covers up higher on her. She looked at him, waiting. Blankly looking at her, he didn't get the hint. He was too busy inspecting her body through the comforter and her night clothes.
"An' it was ya tellin' meh that ah don't 'ave manners?"
He continued to stare at her for a moment. "Oh. Yeah. Chere, non out de door. De Wolf is out dere. Remy'll git dressed an' be back in a minute. Dens we'll take mah car ta de club."
She watched him leave through her window. After experiencing his temper, she had kept the rest of his memories to herself. In truth, she had seen farther back than a few days. She now knew why he never completely took his shirt off.she knew how it felt not wanting others to see scars, and while hers were mental, she totally understood him not revealing the whip marks on his back. It was pure luck on his part he hadn't been thinking about his assignment.she had no idea the true reason he was there.
She sighed as she rolled out of bed. She gently padded over to her dresser and pulled out a long black leather skirt, a spaghetti-strap black shirt, and her ever-present sheer green long sleeved shirt. As she laced on her knee-high boots, she looked at the window with a single thought.
/Ah guess Ah better lock that too. It's gonna be as stuffy as hell in here though./
11:54
The red numbers blazed into his eyeballs. The dreams had come back. They hadn't appeared in forever, but the blonde that he was once married to was back. And all the trouble that he thought he left in New Orleans. He had to get up and do something; he couldn't lay there any longer.
Not bothering to throw on more than a pair of blue silk boxers and a white undershirt, he silently opened his door. A dozing Wolverine was in front of his destination-Rogue's room.
/ Damn. /
He closed the door and looked around. A bit of knowledge flickered in his mind. For a moment, he couldn't put his finger on it. The he smiled. She had a window. So did he. In seconds, he was on the roof then through the always opened window and into her room. He slipped on his gloves and covered her mouth before gently shaking her awake.
"Chere? Chere. Wake up."
Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing the emerald orbs behind them. After he was sure she wouldn't scream, he removed his hand from her angry mouth.
"Before ya say anyt'ing, Chere, ya got 5 minutes afore Remy's aleaving ya. We're goin' out."
The prospect of actually leaving the mansion grounds was better than wondering why he was in her room. He got to the window before she got to ask the question that was plaguing her.
"Who's Belle?"
His already tense muscles turned to brick.
"Who?"
"Belle. Blonde.light grey eyes. Who is she? I saw."
She had never seen someone move so fast. Even Pietro. She hadn't registered the movement until she felt his hands bruising her arms and shaking her.
"How do you know about her?" he whispered furiously. His red eyes blazed fiercely and he was unconsciously heating her skin under his hands. Then.she remembered him.
"Oh my God!" She had almost forgotten to whisper. "What the hell have you been doing in my room? I thought those were dreams. Oh Hell." She struggled to get out of his grasp and out of the room so she could warn them.
/Oh God./ He had just blown his cover.
"Lo-" He covered her mouth before she could get the rest of the guy's name out.
"Chere. Ya don't understand. Remy, he." He had to find another approach- and he had to think of one fast. "Remy'll explain everythin'. Let's get on the road first. We're going to a club." He let go of her.
"'Ow do Ah know ya're tellin' the truth?"
"Oh Hell. Remy's nev'r 'ad ta beg before. Just tell Remy first 'ow ya know about his Belle. Please."
Still fighting mad and figuring that this would be the only way to find out why he had earlier been in her room, she told him. "Mah powers. Ah take memories, thoughts, and energy."
His breath came faster. All he had done to bury his past and now it was digging itself up. "'Ow much did Chere see?"
"Just ah few days. Ya saw her day afore yesterday."
His breath slowed. He was safe for now.
"Now tell meh. Why were ya in mah room?"
He had to think fast. "Uh. Remy heard 'bout dis X-Men place. Remy was checkin' it out afore he decided ta join. He wasn't gonna get trapped dat way again."
Knowing about pasts, she sat up, pullin' the covers up higher on her. She looked at him, waiting. Blankly looking at her, he didn't get the hint. He was too busy inspecting her body through the comforter and her night clothes.
"An' it was ya tellin' meh that ah don't 'ave manners?"
He continued to stare at her for a moment. "Oh. Yeah. Chere, non out de door. De Wolf is out dere. Remy'll git dressed an' be back in a minute. Dens we'll take mah car ta de club."
She watched him leave through her window. After experiencing his temper, she had kept the rest of his memories to herself. In truth, she had seen farther back than a few days. She now knew why he never completely took his shirt off.she knew how it felt not wanting others to see scars, and while hers were mental, she totally understood him not revealing the whip marks on his back. It was pure luck on his part he hadn't been thinking about his assignment.she had no idea the true reason he was there.
She sighed as she rolled out of bed. She gently padded over to her dresser and pulled out a long black leather skirt, a spaghetti-strap black shirt, and her ever-present sheer green long sleeved shirt. As she laced on her knee-high boots, she looked at the window with a single thought.
/Ah guess Ah better lock that too. It's gonna be as stuffy as hell in here though./