Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or the X-men. Nor do I own the Creole Queen, Riverwalk, the Café Du Monde. However, they do exist in New Orleans. I do however own the journal entry. That is about the only thing that is mine.
Dreams
Chapter 4
Someone once told me that if you wanted a perfect metaphor for life; look toward the ocean.
For the most part, life is pretty constant, like the gentle rolling of the tides; life is a balance between the high points and the low points.
Every drop of water causes a ripple in the ocean, just like every event we experience affects our lives.
Sometimes the storms roll in and stir things up.
There are times when the waves break too close to the shore and crash down upon us. And we have to pick ourselves back up before the next wave knocks us even further down.
There are times when the rip tide pulls us out, and we get lost in the enormity of life, and we wonder if we will ever make it back to shore.
Well, right now, I feel caught in that rip tide.
Sighing, Rogue set the pen down on the desk and slowly closed her journal. Raising her arms above her head, she tried to work out the kinks in her sore muscles.
Yawning, she pushed back the chair and headed toward the shower of her small hotel room. She had spent most of the day exploring the streets of New Orleans.
'What had Remy said about this place? Something about being able to forget all of your cares.' And she had, just for one day.
There had been the riverboat ride on the Creole Queen; shopping along the Riverwalk; watching the street performers in Jackson Square; and beignets at Café Du Monde. She had been so wrapped up in the livelihood of the Big Easy, that she had forgotten about her problems, until night fell across the city.
To this day, Rogue was still uncomfortable in crowds. And who could really blame her, one touch and she could absorb a person's energy and memories. So, for a while, she was content to sit and watch the people interact on Bourbon Street. But when the green-eyed monster called Jealousy began to surface, she retreated to the solitude of her room.
The hot spray of the water against her body was a welcome feeling. Standing under the faucet, Rogue could let her guard down and not have to worry about contact with other people.
She smiled as she remembered the first time she took a shower at the mansion and used all of the hot water. "Boy, Jean was fit to be tied." She chuckled. Thank God, no one ever complained about the water bill.
After using up most of the hot water, Rogue stepped from the stall, dried herself and threw on a T-shirt. While she put her hair into a towel turban, she walked out of the bathroom and over to the bed. Propping up the pillows, Rogue settled in for a long night of TV.
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The TV was still on when he came into the room, through the balcony, but she was fast asleep.
'She sure did live it up today.' He thought as a smile crept across his face. From the shadows, he had watched her fall into the normal 'tourist traps' of New Orleans.
Remy thought she had spotted him at Café Du Monde. He had been sitting in the corner of the outdoor patio, newspaper concealing his face from her view. She had just taken her first bite of beignet, when she sneezed. Powdered sugar covered her face. Of course, he had laughed and barely had enough time to move the paper back into place before she turned her gaze in his general direction.
From a nearby alleyway, he had watched her sit and stare at Bourbon Street as it came alive earlier that night. And now, he stood by her bed, staring down at her, watching the silent rise and fall of her chest as she slept.
'Why'd ya run, Chere? Are ya hidin' somet'ing from Remy?'
He walked over to the nightstand, picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Slowly, he pulled the covers over her sleeping form. Leaning down close to her face, he whispered, "I'll be right here. In da mornin', ya will tell Remy what's been troublin' ya."
He strode from the bedroom to the balcony. Once outside, he sat down in the cast iron chair, put his feet up on the table, pulled out a cigarette and waited for dawn.
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Sunlight streamed through the lacy curtains and played across her face. Slowly, Rogue can out of her slumber. After some cat like stretches, she found her way to the in-room coffee maker. Five minutes later, with a hot cup of coffee in hand, she opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony.
The October morning had a chill in the air, but it didn't bother her. Closing her eyes, Rogue tossed her head back and let the cool morning breeze dance on her face.
"Did anyone ever tell ya how beautifully ya look in the mornin'?" Remy's chuckle was barely heard over the sound of the coffee cup shattering on the floor.
"Remy LeBeau, dina anyone ever teach ya not to sneak up on a person before their first cup of coffee?" Rogue said, turning her emerald glare in his direction.
'Whatcha doin' here, Remy? I haven't even had a chance to deal with my new personal demons... that's why you're here, isn't it?' She thought as she began picking up the shards of the broken cup.
As if he read her thought, his face took on a serious expression. "I've been lookin' for ya, Chere. Storm is worried about ya, sent me out to bring ya home."
"Well, ya found me. Ah'm fine. Make sure to let Storm know that when ya get back to the mansion." She shot over her shoulder as she walked back into the hotel room.
Remy followed her. "No, you're not fine. You've been more distant and withdrawn over the past couple of months then you've ever been before. Whatcha hidin' Rogue?"
She turned and looked up into his eyes. 'Why did you have to find out this way?' A tear slid down her cheek as she lifted up her hand, as if to caress his face, and quickly dropped it again.
"My powers..."
"Rogue, we have been through dis before. Your powers have never bothered me before..."
"NO!" She interrupted. "Listen to me! About two months ago, I started to feel...I don't know...kind of weird. So Professor Xavier started running test and ..." She spun away from him and marched to the dresser, bracing against it for support.
"And what, Rogue? What did the Prof find?"
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked up and said, "My powers have turned on me, Remy. They are slowly draining the life out of me."
Dreams
Chapter 4
Someone once told me that if you wanted a perfect metaphor for life; look toward the ocean.
For the most part, life is pretty constant, like the gentle rolling of the tides; life is a balance between the high points and the low points.
Every drop of water causes a ripple in the ocean, just like every event we experience affects our lives.
Sometimes the storms roll in and stir things up.
There are times when the waves break too close to the shore and crash down upon us. And we have to pick ourselves back up before the next wave knocks us even further down.
There are times when the rip tide pulls us out, and we get lost in the enormity of life, and we wonder if we will ever make it back to shore.
Well, right now, I feel caught in that rip tide.
Sighing, Rogue set the pen down on the desk and slowly closed her journal. Raising her arms above her head, she tried to work out the kinks in her sore muscles.
Yawning, she pushed back the chair and headed toward the shower of her small hotel room. She had spent most of the day exploring the streets of New Orleans.
'What had Remy said about this place? Something about being able to forget all of your cares.' And she had, just for one day.
There had been the riverboat ride on the Creole Queen; shopping along the Riverwalk; watching the street performers in Jackson Square; and beignets at Café Du Monde. She had been so wrapped up in the livelihood of the Big Easy, that she had forgotten about her problems, until night fell across the city.
To this day, Rogue was still uncomfortable in crowds. And who could really blame her, one touch and she could absorb a person's energy and memories. So, for a while, she was content to sit and watch the people interact on Bourbon Street. But when the green-eyed monster called Jealousy began to surface, she retreated to the solitude of her room.
The hot spray of the water against her body was a welcome feeling. Standing under the faucet, Rogue could let her guard down and not have to worry about contact with other people.
She smiled as she remembered the first time she took a shower at the mansion and used all of the hot water. "Boy, Jean was fit to be tied." She chuckled. Thank God, no one ever complained about the water bill.
After using up most of the hot water, Rogue stepped from the stall, dried herself and threw on a T-shirt. While she put her hair into a towel turban, she walked out of the bathroom and over to the bed. Propping up the pillows, Rogue settled in for a long night of TV.
**********************************************************
The TV was still on when he came into the room, through the balcony, but she was fast asleep.
'She sure did live it up today.' He thought as a smile crept across his face. From the shadows, he had watched her fall into the normal 'tourist traps' of New Orleans.
Remy thought she had spotted him at Café Du Monde. He had been sitting in the corner of the outdoor patio, newspaper concealing his face from her view. She had just taken her first bite of beignet, when she sneezed. Powdered sugar covered her face. Of course, he had laughed and barely had enough time to move the paper back into place before she turned her gaze in his general direction.
From a nearby alleyway, he had watched her sit and stare at Bourbon Street as it came alive earlier that night. And now, he stood by her bed, staring down at her, watching the silent rise and fall of her chest as she slept.
'Why'd ya run, Chere? Are ya hidin' somet'ing from Remy?'
He walked over to the nightstand, picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Slowly, he pulled the covers over her sleeping form. Leaning down close to her face, he whispered, "I'll be right here. In da mornin', ya will tell Remy what's been troublin' ya."
He strode from the bedroom to the balcony. Once outside, he sat down in the cast iron chair, put his feet up on the table, pulled out a cigarette and waited for dawn.
**********************************************************
Sunlight streamed through the lacy curtains and played across her face. Slowly, Rogue can out of her slumber. After some cat like stretches, she found her way to the in-room coffee maker. Five minutes later, with a hot cup of coffee in hand, she opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony.
The October morning had a chill in the air, but it didn't bother her. Closing her eyes, Rogue tossed her head back and let the cool morning breeze dance on her face.
"Did anyone ever tell ya how beautifully ya look in the mornin'?" Remy's chuckle was barely heard over the sound of the coffee cup shattering on the floor.
"Remy LeBeau, dina anyone ever teach ya not to sneak up on a person before their first cup of coffee?" Rogue said, turning her emerald glare in his direction.
'Whatcha doin' here, Remy? I haven't even had a chance to deal with my new personal demons... that's why you're here, isn't it?' She thought as she began picking up the shards of the broken cup.
As if he read her thought, his face took on a serious expression. "I've been lookin' for ya, Chere. Storm is worried about ya, sent me out to bring ya home."
"Well, ya found me. Ah'm fine. Make sure to let Storm know that when ya get back to the mansion." She shot over her shoulder as she walked back into the hotel room.
Remy followed her. "No, you're not fine. You've been more distant and withdrawn over the past couple of months then you've ever been before. Whatcha hidin' Rogue?"
She turned and looked up into his eyes. 'Why did you have to find out this way?' A tear slid down her cheek as she lifted up her hand, as if to caress his face, and quickly dropped it again.
"My powers..."
"Rogue, we have been through dis before. Your powers have never bothered me before..."
"NO!" She interrupted. "Listen to me! About two months ago, I started to feel...I don't know...kind of weird. So Professor Xavier started running test and ..." She spun away from him and marched to the dresser, bracing against it for support.
"And what, Rogue? What did the Prof find?"
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked up and said, "My powers have turned on me, Remy. They are slowly draining the life out of me."