The One I'm Dreaming Of
Chapter Four:
Saved By The Bell
By Lady Armandina
Disclaimer: Rogue, Gambit, and the other X-men characters belong to Marvel. I'm just borrowing them.
Author's Note: I realize that this is set quite a few years ago (Joseph is long gone in the comic book). However, this is something I wrote quite a few years ago as well. I am 22 now and wrote this when I was 16, when all that Joseph stuff was going on. So, anyway, I'm rambling. Just wanted to let you all know that. Enjoy and let me know what you think! I love feedback!
(Hmmmm...all the talk of soup in this chapter is making me hungry!)
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Well, he was really in for it now. He knew he would have to see her again sometime soon, but had no idea it would be this soon! Of course, the turkey gumbo was worth it, but what on earth would he say to her? Surely she would want some explanation for how strangely their last meeting had ended!
"Oh, everybody, you should know that it is Rogue you have to thank for cooking dinner tonight. She worked very hard on this turkey gumbo." Storm said, winking at Gambit, who sat directly across from her at the dinner table.
Everyone was seated there, happily slurping down the soup that Rogue had put together earlier that day. In fact, it had almost burnt on account of Rogue being a bit distracted by a certain someone, but she remembered her creation and came sprinting back down the stairs about as fast as Quicksilver, rushing to rescue it. Just moments later, the table was set and Remy found himself being summoned downstairs for a hearty dinner. He had no idea that he would end up sitting right next to her.
"Uh, thanks Roguey." Stated Gambit, nervously. "It's really delicious."
Rogue barely looked up, glancing at him from under her thick eyelashes. She seemed to be hiding her face from him because she would not lift her head high enough for him to see her beautiful green eyes.
"Sure, Remy." She mumbled, spooning some soup into her mouth. She was terrified to look at him, at least for right now. She couldn't say anything to him in front of everybody else. But, what would she say to him when the time came, anyway?
'Oh Lord,' she thought. 'How do ah get mah self into these things?'
After an unusually awkward, however, delicious meal, one by one, the X-family began to get up, taking their dirty dishes to the sink with them. Gambit, taking note of the opportunity, thought he might sneak out of there before he was left alone with Rogue at the table. He was sadly mistaken!
Remaining at the table were Wolverine, Cyclops, Gambit, and Rogue. As Gambit stood up to take his bowl away, so did Wolvering and Cyclops.
'Oh no,' he thought. 'Think fast, Remy, think fast.'
"Hey, Gambit," started Wolverine, glancing at Rogue's nervous expression. "I think since this is your first day back, it's your turn to clear the table. Welcome home, buddy."
Gambit let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, sure, Wolvie, sounds good."
He panicked as Cyclops and Wolverine left the room, leaving a very uneasy Rogue behind, ready to face whatever awkwardness was sure to occur. He looked at her and realized that she was staring up at him, her empty bowl sitting in front of her as it had been for some time now. He then realized that she had been waiting for him to leave the table, probably so she could excuse herself at the same moment and intercept him in the hallway. But what was he so afraid of? Seeing her there, sitting with her lovely eyes upon him, looking so innocent, so questioning, he wondered how he could ever have imagined avoiding her at all.
"Remy?"
"Yeah, chere?"
"Ya got a little bit of soup dribbled down on your shirt, there, hon."
"Oh," he laughed, looking down at his black silk shirt, searching for his blunder. "Damn, where?"
Rogue stood up so that she now stood directly in front of him and he suddenly noticed that she smelt like jasmine, the same scent she had always worn years ago. Strange, she didn't seem to be wearing any perfume when he saw her earlier that day. He wondered if she had put it on just for him.
"Right here," she said, taking her napkin and wiping at a tiny spot of soup that was just under his chin, on the collar of the shirt. He looked up and his eyes met hers. Suddenly, the moment just got a lot more tense. She met his gaze unfalteringly, her eyes asking him the questions that he knew her heart needed to know so badly. Or was that just his imagination playing tricks on him?
"Chere..."
"Remy, we need to talk."
"Yeah, Cherie, I know."
"What you said before, when you were in my room?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I need to know...did you mean it?"
He took a deep breath, decided that he would take the chance. If she broke his heart, so be it. He didn't know if she still felt the same, but he prayed that she did. Her eyes seemed to tell him that he had nothing to worry about, but then again, he didn't want to get his hopes up too high. Then, it was all that much further for them to come crashing down.
"Rogue...I..."
Suddenly, alarms began to sound throughout the mansion. Rogue turned swiftly around as Cyclops came running in through the kitchen door, fully dressed in his battle garb.
"Rogue! Gambit! Quickly, to the Blackbird! There's no time to waste, our satellites show that there is a strangely targeted attack in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania that involves mutants! We need to get there right away! Get dressed!"
Without thinking, Rogue and Gambit sprung into action, rushing to their rooms to get ready for what would certainly be an intense battle. Gambit was surprised at how well his reflexes still jumped into gear after so many years away from the X-men. He quickly threw on his old X-men gear, the black leather full-body suit and his ever-present brown trenchcoat. Pulling his bo staff out from his pocket, he took one short glance in the mirror beside his bed, and rushed out the door.
"Welcome home, Remy Lebeau." He muttered to himself, dashing up the ramp to the Blackbird. Once inside, he noticed that Rogue was already seated in the same spot she had always sat in years ago, right in front of the empty seat that awaited him.
'It's almost like nothing has changed.' He noted. 'That is, except for one very important factor...he is gone."
Yes, of course. Joseph. He was no longer here. But what had happened to him? Gambit had always wished something terrible would happen to that man, hoping that if he were gone, that Gambit could take the place as most special in Rogue's heart again. But he soon realized that it would do no good. Besides, it played on his conscience, to be hoping for the demise of another human being, another who had done him no harm, regardless of who he may have seemed to be in the past. Yes, Remy did believe that everyone should get second chances if they reformed their ways. But shouldn't that apply to Remy as well? Shouldn't he get a second chance?
"We continue our conversation later, chere, no?" he said, placing one hand on her shoulder before he took his seat behind her.
"O' course, Remy." She said, with a relieved smile. "After we get back, we gotta finish."
The ride seemed to take forever when it was really only a few minutes. Remy understood the importance of following Xavier's dream-he believed in it with all his heart, but he only wanted to settle the matter with Rogue as soon as possible now. He knew it was wrong to even consider avoiding her. Besides, he had to get this off his chest, have his questions answered. Only then would he be able to rest easy.
Once the Blackbird landed in Philadelphia, the X-men were faced with a most gruesome scene indeed. Gambit shuddered as his eyes met the form of none other than their Arch-enemy, Magneto, hovering above a mass of chaotic humans, running for their lives from the crumbling buildings above, ready to collapse at any moment. On the street nearby was an oil truck which had been crashed and toppled over, its contents spilled into the street where a large fire had started. It looked as though it would explode any second, destroying so many guiltless beings.
"Dear Goddess..." Storm mumbled, hoping for the safety of so many innocent lives.
"Looks like we got some ass to kick, no?" said Gambit, leaping out of the Blackbird right behind Cyclops, ready for battle with his once-presumed competitor for Rogue's heart. 'I guess we got ol' Magneto back again. Strange, I wonder if Joseph showed his true colors or what.'
The situation was more grave than expected. Remy cringed as he noticed that many people lay crushed beneath the rubble of fallen skyscrapers, many of which were still alive and calling for help. He quickly rushed over to where a small girl had been trapped under a large piece of concrete, her legs pinned to the ground as she wailed with pain.
"Dear Lord, she's only a child." He commented, noticing that the girl looked to be only about six or seven years old. "Hold on, cherie. We here to help you, girl."
The girl cried and screamed even louder, tears pouring down her dirty face. Gambit tried to lift the large piece of rubble, but it was no use, this was too heavy-it required superhuman strength to do the job. 'Rogue,' he thought, 'she would have no problem with dis.' He looked around him, searching for her flying form so he could call to her for help...
Glancing above his head, Gambit watched helplessly as Magneto compelled a large strip of metal around the struggling body of Jean Grey, who had been levitating nearby, attempting to force her way into his mind.
"Foolish child!" he roared. "When will you all learn? There is nothing you can do to stop me!"
"Wanna bet, old man?" said Rogue, flying from behind him and pelting him in the face with a strong punch. Magneto fell backwards a bit, seeming to lose his balance, but only grew angrier at her attempts to stop him.
"You!" he screamed, throwing a magnetic field around her, pulling her toward him. Rogue kicked and punched, but she could not escape the influence of his power.
"Let me go!" she shrieked, thrashing her limbs about. "Ah'll teach ya a lesson, Gramps!"
"Rogue!" Gambit yelled from beneath, his heart dropping as he saw the murderous expression on Magneto's face. No, no. Nothing could happen to her. Not now. Not when he was so close to finding his way back to her...
But it seemed it could be so. Gambit's heart caught in his throat as he stood powerless, watching as Magneto's force field pulled Rogue closer and closer to the large oil fire...
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Chapter Four:
Saved By The Bell
By Lady Armandina
Disclaimer: Rogue, Gambit, and the other X-men characters belong to Marvel. I'm just borrowing them.
Author's Note: I realize that this is set quite a few years ago (Joseph is long gone in the comic book). However, this is something I wrote quite a few years ago as well. I am 22 now and wrote this when I was 16, when all that Joseph stuff was going on. So, anyway, I'm rambling. Just wanted to let you all know that. Enjoy and let me know what you think! I love feedback!
(Hmmmm...all the talk of soup in this chapter is making me hungry!)
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Well, he was really in for it now. He knew he would have to see her again sometime soon, but had no idea it would be this soon! Of course, the turkey gumbo was worth it, but what on earth would he say to her? Surely she would want some explanation for how strangely their last meeting had ended!
"Oh, everybody, you should know that it is Rogue you have to thank for cooking dinner tonight. She worked very hard on this turkey gumbo." Storm said, winking at Gambit, who sat directly across from her at the dinner table.
Everyone was seated there, happily slurping down the soup that Rogue had put together earlier that day. In fact, it had almost burnt on account of Rogue being a bit distracted by a certain someone, but she remembered her creation and came sprinting back down the stairs about as fast as Quicksilver, rushing to rescue it. Just moments later, the table was set and Remy found himself being summoned downstairs for a hearty dinner. He had no idea that he would end up sitting right next to her.
"Uh, thanks Roguey." Stated Gambit, nervously. "It's really delicious."
Rogue barely looked up, glancing at him from under her thick eyelashes. She seemed to be hiding her face from him because she would not lift her head high enough for him to see her beautiful green eyes.
"Sure, Remy." She mumbled, spooning some soup into her mouth. She was terrified to look at him, at least for right now. She couldn't say anything to him in front of everybody else. But, what would she say to him when the time came, anyway?
'Oh Lord,' she thought. 'How do ah get mah self into these things?'
After an unusually awkward, however, delicious meal, one by one, the X-family began to get up, taking their dirty dishes to the sink with them. Gambit, taking note of the opportunity, thought he might sneak out of there before he was left alone with Rogue at the table. He was sadly mistaken!
Remaining at the table were Wolverine, Cyclops, Gambit, and Rogue. As Gambit stood up to take his bowl away, so did Wolvering and Cyclops.
'Oh no,' he thought. 'Think fast, Remy, think fast.'
"Hey, Gambit," started Wolverine, glancing at Rogue's nervous expression. "I think since this is your first day back, it's your turn to clear the table. Welcome home, buddy."
Gambit let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, sure, Wolvie, sounds good."
He panicked as Cyclops and Wolverine left the room, leaving a very uneasy Rogue behind, ready to face whatever awkwardness was sure to occur. He looked at her and realized that she was staring up at him, her empty bowl sitting in front of her as it had been for some time now. He then realized that she had been waiting for him to leave the table, probably so she could excuse herself at the same moment and intercept him in the hallway. But what was he so afraid of? Seeing her there, sitting with her lovely eyes upon him, looking so innocent, so questioning, he wondered how he could ever have imagined avoiding her at all.
"Remy?"
"Yeah, chere?"
"Ya got a little bit of soup dribbled down on your shirt, there, hon."
"Oh," he laughed, looking down at his black silk shirt, searching for his blunder. "Damn, where?"
Rogue stood up so that she now stood directly in front of him and he suddenly noticed that she smelt like jasmine, the same scent she had always worn years ago. Strange, she didn't seem to be wearing any perfume when he saw her earlier that day. He wondered if she had put it on just for him.
"Right here," she said, taking her napkin and wiping at a tiny spot of soup that was just under his chin, on the collar of the shirt. He looked up and his eyes met hers. Suddenly, the moment just got a lot more tense. She met his gaze unfalteringly, her eyes asking him the questions that he knew her heart needed to know so badly. Or was that just his imagination playing tricks on him?
"Chere..."
"Remy, we need to talk."
"Yeah, Cherie, I know."
"What you said before, when you were in my room?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I need to know...did you mean it?"
He took a deep breath, decided that he would take the chance. If she broke his heart, so be it. He didn't know if she still felt the same, but he prayed that she did. Her eyes seemed to tell him that he had nothing to worry about, but then again, he didn't want to get his hopes up too high. Then, it was all that much further for them to come crashing down.
"Rogue...I..."
Suddenly, alarms began to sound throughout the mansion. Rogue turned swiftly around as Cyclops came running in through the kitchen door, fully dressed in his battle garb.
"Rogue! Gambit! Quickly, to the Blackbird! There's no time to waste, our satellites show that there is a strangely targeted attack in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania that involves mutants! We need to get there right away! Get dressed!"
Without thinking, Rogue and Gambit sprung into action, rushing to their rooms to get ready for what would certainly be an intense battle. Gambit was surprised at how well his reflexes still jumped into gear after so many years away from the X-men. He quickly threw on his old X-men gear, the black leather full-body suit and his ever-present brown trenchcoat. Pulling his bo staff out from his pocket, he took one short glance in the mirror beside his bed, and rushed out the door.
"Welcome home, Remy Lebeau." He muttered to himself, dashing up the ramp to the Blackbird. Once inside, he noticed that Rogue was already seated in the same spot she had always sat in years ago, right in front of the empty seat that awaited him.
'It's almost like nothing has changed.' He noted. 'That is, except for one very important factor...he is gone."
Yes, of course. Joseph. He was no longer here. But what had happened to him? Gambit had always wished something terrible would happen to that man, hoping that if he were gone, that Gambit could take the place as most special in Rogue's heart again. But he soon realized that it would do no good. Besides, it played on his conscience, to be hoping for the demise of another human being, another who had done him no harm, regardless of who he may have seemed to be in the past. Yes, Remy did believe that everyone should get second chances if they reformed their ways. But shouldn't that apply to Remy as well? Shouldn't he get a second chance?
"We continue our conversation later, chere, no?" he said, placing one hand on her shoulder before he took his seat behind her.
"O' course, Remy." She said, with a relieved smile. "After we get back, we gotta finish."
The ride seemed to take forever when it was really only a few minutes. Remy understood the importance of following Xavier's dream-he believed in it with all his heart, but he only wanted to settle the matter with Rogue as soon as possible now. He knew it was wrong to even consider avoiding her. Besides, he had to get this off his chest, have his questions answered. Only then would he be able to rest easy.
Once the Blackbird landed in Philadelphia, the X-men were faced with a most gruesome scene indeed. Gambit shuddered as his eyes met the form of none other than their Arch-enemy, Magneto, hovering above a mass of chaotic humans, running for their lives from the crumbling buildings above, ready to collapse at any moment. On the street nearby was an oil truck which had been crashed and toppled over, its contents spilled into the street where a large fire had started. It looked as though it would explode any second, destroying so many guiltless beings.
"Dear Goddess..." Storm mumbled, hoping for the safety of so many innocent lives.
"Looks like we got some ass to kick, no?" said Gambit, leaping out of the Blackbird right behind Cyclops, ready for battle with his once-presumed competitor for Rogue's heart. 'I guess we got ol' Magneto back again. Strange, I wonder if Joseph showed his true colors or what.'
The situation was more grave than expected. Remy cringed as he noticed that many people lay crushed beneath the rubble of fallen skyscrapers, many of which were still alive and calling for help. He quickly rushed over to where a small girl had been trapped under a large piece of concrete, her legs pinned to the ground as she wailed with pain.
"Dear Lord, she's only a child." He commented, noticing that the girl looked to be only about six or seven years old. "Hold on, cherie. We here to help you, girl."
The girl cried and screamed even louder, tears pouring down her dirty face. Gambit tried to lift the large piece of rubble, but it was no use, this was too heavy-it required superhuman strength to do the job. 'Rogue,' he thought, 'she would have no problem with dis.' He looked around him, searching for her flying form so he could call to her for help...
Glancing above his head, Gambit watched helplessly as Magneto compelled a large strip of metal around the struggling body of Jean Grey, who had been levitating nearby, attempting to force her way into his mind.
"Foolish child!" he roared. "When will you all learn? There is nothing you can do to stop me!"
"Wanna bet, old man?" said Rogue, flying from behind him and pelting him in the face with a strong punch. Magneto fell backwards a bit, seeming to lose his balance, but only grew angrier at her attempts to stop him.
"You!" he screamed, throwing a magnetic field around her, pulling her toward him. Rogue kicked and punched, but she could not escape the influence of his power.
"Let me go!" she shrieked, thrashing her limbs about. "Ah'll teach ya a lesson, Gramps!"
"Rogue!" Gambit yelled from beneath, his heart dropping as he saw the murderous expression on Magneto's face. No, no. Nothing could happen to her. Not now. Not when he was so close to finding his way back to her...
But it seemed it could be so. Gambit's heart caught in his throat as he stood powerless, watching as Magneto's force field pulled Rogue closer and closer to the large oil fire...
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