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Title: Part One : The Bamf Generator
AU: The first Part of a series, but each story can/should be able to stand alone-mainly concerned with Logan/Wolverine, Nightcrawler/Kurt, Rogue and Remy/Gambit.
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Italics = memories
Chapter 5: Memory
'What was that phrase?' the latest stranger entered the poor excuse for the outskirts of the little town gritting her teeth at the frosty air, "Colder than a frogs ass" she whispered into the air. It wasn't her comment- it was her thief's.
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Voices in her heads, powers that she couldn't control and a kind street kid ( or as she'd called him-"swamp rat") trying to take care of her. They couldn't touch, she'd made that mistake and ended up taking care of him once.
She was ten, he was twelve. A two year difference that they didn't acknowledge. They were both street kids that looked out for each other- simple as that.
"Remy?" she yelled un-causiously into their hideout, a deserted warehouse that had been ignored by the local gangs.
She never did understand how Remy had managed to find a deserted warehouse, especially in the crowded New Orleans.
Any questions that he didn't want to answer- he ignored.
It frustrated her.
She pushed through the planks of wood that acted as a tight door, obviously Remy hadn't quite managed to get the keys off his contacts.
He was in the middle of the warehouse, under an unsafe buzzing light bulb, with his boa staff.
He always wore gloves and carried the staff that could be snapped into a smaller cylinder section.
She had asked about the weapon to which he'd grinned with, "It' defensive only, chere."
He received a sceptical glare.
"Don't look a' me like that!" he protested, looking almost innocent with his shades partially hidden behind his bangs/fringe.
She just made a disapproving snort and sat on a crate, a convenient seat.
"So who am ah addressin today- Rogue or Caz?" he enquired in a smooth Cajun accent and spitting out the name Caz ( a nickname for Carol) in disgust.
He lowered his staff and looked at her through his shades.
"Just me" Rogue helpfully supplied.
"Good" was his only response.
A shapeshifting mutant had kidnapped Rogue, forced the young girl to absorb another mutant.
Rogues original powers were to absorb other peoples mutant abilities and if she touched them for too long- their lives.
The first time Remy had been aware of Carol Danvers was when the other girl had called him, "Useless, stupid, thief- I don't know why we waste our time with you!"
Rogue now had two personalities.
Remy, her thief, had come to the rescue but after his heroic act- he'd never behaved as light hearted as he was before.
She reasoned that he'd killed to save her but she didn't want to ask for that particular information.
When Carol had shown her ability to not only upset and cause insomnia to Rogue but also a talent for pushing her own personality to the front, as it was, Remy became wary of her.
He understandably didn't like Caz, he only liked Rogue.
Another thing about their great escape was that afterwards- he wore shades and never took his gloves off.
Slowly over the days- Remy grew distant.
Rogue grew more disturbed and the personalities more unstable- Carol constantly trying to take complete control over Rogues.
They lived in the same place, slept under the same moth-eaten blanket but somehow it got colder. Rogue hated the cold.
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Her boots crumpled over the white carpet of snow as she followed some footprints in quiet fascination towards the small towns pub.
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"Remy?" she called out to the warehouse. He wasn't in.
She got no answer. He'd stopped talking to her a week ago. It made fighting Carol somehow harder.
"Remy?!" she cried out again, ignoring Carols venomous voice laughing in her mind- you've been abandoned.
He was gone. He was constantly disappearing. Sometimes he quietly whimpered in his sleep- he was hiding something but Rogue couldn't cope anymore- with him or himself.
The strain of constantly fighting 'Caz' and the strain of her and Remy's friendship- she was too young to handle such things.
She ran sobbing out of the warehouse, crying as she ran through the town centre whilst shoving through the mass of Christmas shoppers.
Carol knew what Rogue was thinking and mentally smirked, "With my powers- you're practically invincible, how on earth are you going to commit suicide?"
"Practically" Rogue retorted.
Even though Rogue had absorbed Carol Danvers powers- both of them were but eleven.
(Carols powers weren't fully developed, though they would develop in Rogue later).
Although Rogue could fly- she wasn't quite invincible, she could be injured though it was difficult to do so.
"I can fly" Rogue stood on the bridge, "I can't be injured easily" her arms were spread apart, "but throwing myself of a bridge? Even I can't survive."
She closed her eyes, prayed to anyone that was listening.
She was about to act when, "Stop chere⦠stop"
Rogue opened her teary eyes, "You came to save me again?" she asked her large innocent emerald eyes widening, her back towards him
"Sure" he gave her a half-grin that she couldn't see but more than likely knew was there.
"You can't help me" she sniffed and peered over the edge of the bridge. He kept his distance.
"Can you make the other voice go away?" she questioned.
"I'm yo' thief- 'course I can" he took a step towards her.
"Make her go away" Rogue commanded pathetically.
"As you wish" he took a dramatic bow, she skipped off the side of the bridge and turned to hold his gloved hand.
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Rogue looked up at the pub- where the trail of footprints had ended, typical, "I should have known" she referred to the search for her two new mutants ending at a pub- "They have to be guys."
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Title: Part One : The Bamf Generator
AU: The first Part of a series, but each story can/should be able to stand alone-mainly concerned with Logan/Wolverine, Nightcrawler/Kurt, Rogue and Remy/Gambit.
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Italics = memories
Chapter 5: Memory
'What was that phrase?' the latest stranger entered the poor excuse for the outskirts of the little town gritting her teeth at the frosty air, "Colder than a frogs ass" she whispered into the air. It wasn't her comment- it was her thief's.
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Voices in her heads, powers that she couldn't control and a kind street kid ( or as she'd called him-"swamp rat") trying to take care of her. They couldn't touch, she'd made that mistake and ended up taking care of him once.
She was ten, he was twelve. A two year difference that they didn't acknowledge. They were both street kids that looked out for each other- simple as that.
"Remy?" she yelled un-causiously into their hideout, a deserted warehouse that had been ignored by the local gangs.
She never did understand how Remy had managed to find a deserted warehouse, especially in the crowded New Orleans.
Any questions that he didn't want to answer- he ignored.
It frustrated her.
She pushed through the planks of wood that acted as a tight door, obviously Remy hadn't quite managed to get the keys off his contacts.
He was in the middle of the warehouse, under an unsafe buzzing light bulb, with his boa staff.
He always wore gloves and carried the staff that could be snapped into a smaller cylinder section.
She had asked about the weapon to which he'd grinned with, "It' defensive only, chere."
He received a sceptical glare.
"Don't look a' me like that!" he protested, looking almost innocent with his shades partially hidden behind his bangs/fringe.
She just made a disapproving snort and sat on a crate, a convenient seat.
"So who am ah addressin today- Rogue or Caz?" he enquired in a smooth Cajun accent and spitting out the name Caz ( a nickname for Carol) in disgust.
He lowered his staff and looked at her through his shades.
"Just me" Rogue helpfully supplied.
"Good" was his only response.
A shapeshifting mutant had kidnapped Rogue, forced the young girl to absorb another mutant.
Rogues original powers were to absorb other peoples mutant abilities and if she touched them for too long- their lives.
The first time Remy had been aware of Carol Danvers was when the other girl had called him, "Useless, stupid, thief- I don't know why we waste our time with you!"
Rogue now had two personalities.
Remy, her thief, had come to the rescue but after his heroic act- he'd never behaved as light hearted as he was before.
She reasoned that he'd killed to save her but she didn't want to ask for that particular information.
When Carol had shown her ability to not only upset and cause insomnia to Rogue but also a talent for pushing her own personality to the front, as it was, Remy became wary of her.
He understandably didn't like Caz, he only liked Rogue.
Another thing about their great escape was that afterwards- he wore shades and never took his gloves off.
Slowly over the days- Remy grew distant.
Rogue grew more disturbed and the personalities more unstable- Carol constantly trying to take complete control over Rogues.
They lived in the same place, slept under the same moth-eaten blanket but somehow it got colder. Rogue hated the cold.
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Her boots crumpled over the white carpet of snow as she followed some footprints in quiet fascination towards the small towns pub.
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"Remy?" she called out to the warehouse. He wasn't in.
She got no answer. He'd stopped talking to her a week ago. It made fighting Carol somehow harder.
"Remy?!" she cried out again, ignoring Carols venomous voice laughing in her mind- you've been abandoned.
He was gone. He was constantly disappearing. Sometimes he quietly whimpered in his sleep- he was hiding something but Rogue couldn't cope anymore- with him or himself.
The strain of constantly fighting 'Caz' and the strain of her and Remy's friendship- she was too young to handle such things.
She ran sobbing out of the warehouse, crying as she ran through the town centre whilst shoving through the mass of Christmas shoppers.
Carol knew what Rogue was thinking and mentally smirked, "With my powers- you're practically invincible, how on earth are you going to commit suicide?"
"Practically" Rogue retorted.
Even though Rogue had absorbed Carol Danvers powers- both of them were but eleven.
(Carols powers weren't fully developed, though they would develop in Rogue later).
Although Rogue could fly- she wasn't quite invincible, she could be injured though it was difficult to do so.
"I can fly" Rogue stood on the bridge, "I can't be injured easily" her arms were spread apart, "but throwing myself of a bridge? Even I can't survive."
She closed her eyes, prayed to anyone that was listening.
She was about to act when, "Stop chere⦠stop"
Rogue opened her teary eyes, "You came to save me again?" she asked her large innocent emerald eyes widening, her back towards him
"Sure" he gave her a half-grin that she couldn't see but more than likely knew was there.
"You can't help me" she sniffed and peered over the edge of the bridge. He kept his distance.
"Can you make the other voice go away?" she questioned.
"I'm yo' thief- 'course I can" he took a step towards her.
"Make her go away" Rogue commanded pathetically.
"As you wish" he took a dramatic bow, she skipped off the side of the bridge and turned to hold his gloved hand.
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Rogue looked up at the pub- where the trail of footprints had ended, typical, "I should have known" she referred to the search for her two new mutants ending at a pub- "They have to be guys."
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