A/N First I'd like to thank all my lovely reviewers, your all fantastic! ^_^
Second: I originally wasn't going to make this into a long fic, I thought it was
a one off 'cause I really like that song, but then I decided to carry on, so here's the
rest of it and I hope you like it as much as the first chapter.
Third: The song is Rambling Rose by Nat King Cole and this chapter is set a couple of days
after the other, just so you know.
Disclaimer: nothings changed since last time, so why are you bothering? I DON'T OWN THEM O.K?
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Remy watched Rogue laugh and joke with Kitty and Kurt and smiled, it looks like the girl can
actually relax after all, he was beginning to wonder,
ahh ma Cherie, what am I goin' to do wit y'? he thought. Looking back down at the book in his
hand Remy stoked it gently, it was Rogue's photo album, although she didn't know he had it.
He'd been looking through it for the past half hour, seeing Rogue grow from a cute little girl to
a beautiful yet morose teen. The amount of changes the girl had gone through was incredible,
and not just physical or mental but in location as well. It seemed she never stayed put if she
could help it. Like a dandelion seed or a viney plant.
Remy smirked, still watching as Rogue stretched her self out, taking over the furniture,
"chere yo' like a ramblin' rose" he said softly so she couldn't hear him,
"Ramblin' Rose, Ramblin' Rose
Why y' ramble no one knows
Wild an' wind blown
That's how y've grown
Who can paint y' my Ramblin' rose"
She was a living work of art that was for sure, as a thief he'd coveted pieces less beautiful
then her and yet he wasn't sure she truly knew her own worth. It was certainly true that others did,
weather they knew it or not this place would fall apart with out her.
Remy hoped it never came to that.
"Ramblin' Rose, Ramblin' Rose
Why y' ramble no one knows
Who will love y' with a love true
When yo' ramblin' days are gone"
She was so loved, that was the thing, every one cared about her, her brother, Kitty, Scott, Logan
even Jean and those two were like oil and water. It was worth noting how many people would be pissed
off if he ever hurt her. And would they do him some harm, Remy was sure of that, he'd be dead before
the hour was out.
"Ramblin' Rose, Ramblin' Rose
Why I want y' heaven knows
Though I love y' with a love true
Who can cling to a Ramblin' Rose"
Why did he want her so much? Pride? Ego? Or was it more? Remy wasn't sure yet but he was willing to find out.
Unlike the object of his thoughts who had just noticed the book he had forgotten he was holding in his hands.
Rogue stormed over and grabbed the photo album,
"Ya lousy Cajun Swamp Rat!" she yelled "what the hell are ya doin' goin' through my things?"
"didn' mean not'in' by it chere" he said rubbing the back of his neck
"didn' mean nothin'? why ya.." enraged Rogue whacked him round the head with the hard back book and stormed from the room.
Remy watched her go shaking his head
"dat rose got some sharp t'orns"
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A/N so a bit of Remy for you there. I don't know how much of this I'll do in Remy but he'll be there.
What do you think? Let me know in a review! ^_^
Second: I originally wasn't going to make this into a long fic, I thought it was
a one off 'cause I really like that song, but then I decided to carry on, so here's the
rest of it and I hope you like it as much as the first chapter.
Third: The song is Rambling Rose by Nat King Cole and this chapter is set a couple of days
after the other, just so you know.
Disclaimer: nothings changed since last time, so why are you bothering? I DON'T OWN THEM O.K?
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
Remy watched Rogue laugh and joke with Kitty and Kurt and smiled, it looks like the girl can
actually relax after all, he was beginning to wonder,
ahh ma Cherie, what am I goin' to do wit y'? he thought. Looking back down at the book in his
hand Remy stoked it gently, it was Rogue's photo album, although she didn't know he had it.
He'd been looking through it for the past half hour, seeing Rogue grow from a cute little girl to
a beautiful yet morose teen. The amount of changes the girl had gone through was incredible,
and not just physical or mental but in location as well. It seemed she never stayed put if she
could help it. Like a dandelion seed or a viney plant.
Remy smirked, still watching as Rogue stretched her self out, taking over the furniture,
"chere yo' like a ramblin' rose" he said softly so she couldn't hear him,
"Ramblin' Rose, Ramblin' Rose
Why y' ramble no one knows
Wild an' wind blown
That's how y've grown
Who can paint y' my Ramblin' rose"
She was a living work of art that was for sure, as a thief he'd coveted pieces less beautiful
then her and yet he wasn't sure she truly knew her own worth. It was certainly true that others did,
weather they knew it or not this place would fall apart with out her.
Remy hoped it never came to that.
"Ramblin' Rose, Ramblin' Rose
Why y' ramble no one knows
Who will love y' with a love true
When yo' ramblin' days are gone"
She was so loved, that was the thing, every one cared about her, her brother, Kitty, Scott, Logan
even Jean and those two were like oil and water. It was worth noting how many people would be pissed
off if he ever hurt her. And would they do him some harm, Remy was sure of that, he'd be dead before
the hour was out.
"Ramblin' Rose, Ramblin' Rose
Why I want y' heaven knows
Though I love y' with a love true
Who can cling to a Ramblin' Rose"
Why did he want her so much? Pride? Ego? Or was it more? Remy wasn't sure yet but he was willing to find out.
Unlike the object of his thoughts who had just noticed the book he had forgotten he was holding in his hands.
Rogue stormed over and grabbed the photo album,
"Ya lousy Cajun Swamp Rat!" she yelled "what the hell are ya doin' goin' through my things?"
"didn' mean not'in' by it chere" he said rubbing the back of his neck
"didn' mean nothin'? why ya.." enraged Rogue whacked him round the head with the hard back book and stormed from the room.
Remy watched her go shaking his head
"dat rose got some sharp t'orns"
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A/N so a bit of Remy for you there. I don't know how much of this I'll do in Remy but he'll be there.
What do you think? Let me know in a review! ^_^