'Okay, how do you know he's gonna be here?' Ryan said, as he, Rogue and
Stokes pulled up to the museum. 'I mean, what if he doesn't show?'
'He'll show.' Rogue said, staring intently at the door as the We're Closed sign was put up. 'The night he visited mah room, he told me he wished he could give me somethin' like the ring ah have on now.' She motioned toward her hand. 'And ah did a lil research and thare is a very, very expensive ring. One that's better than this one... at least on the price scale. It was owned by a very important princess or a queen or somthin' from France. It's worth about a quarter of a million tah be exact. An' ah have feelin' that he's gonna take it to try and get me to trust him and love him.' Rogue grimaced. She didn't need a ring to love Remy. She didn't need anything but him.
'Okay.' Stokes said closing her jacket over her pale green scrubs. 'So we know he's targeted this place. How do we know that tonight's the night?'
'Ah dunno... ah got a feelin' ah guess.'
'Rogue, that's not very much to go on.'
'That's all ah got left.'
They waited for half an hour. An hour. Two hours. Rogue stared at the clock in the dash board. Ten minutes to midnight. Stokes let out a sleepy yawn as she rolled over. She had fallen asleep, and Rogue couldn't blame her. She'd had a full day and she only came because she wanted to help, though Rogue tried to tell her not to come. Ryan was staring lazily at the front door of the museum.
'Ya'll don't have to stay awake fo' me Ryan.' Rouge said as she stretched out in the passenger seat. Ryan grimaced.
'I know. I dunno, I've taken a liking to you.' He gave a short laugh. 'It happens. Same with Stokes.'
'If Jean... well if ya'll weren't...' Rogue stuttered.
'Yeah.' He said looking even more saddening. Rogue looked out into the sky trying not to look at Ryan when she saw the tail of a dark beige coat disappear around the corner of a window up on the third floor. Rogue froze.
'Um... Ryan, ah'm gonna get out and stretch, take a walk or somethin'. Ah'll just walk around a bit.'
'Are you sure? It's midnight, you might get mugged or something...' Ryan said unsure.
'Ya have to stay with Stokes. Ah'll be fine, ah'm a big girl an ah can tie mah shoes an all.' Rogue said getting out and fake stretching. Ryan nodded a bit. Rogue slammed the door shut and began walking around the building, noting that Remy was the best thief around, while she was a clumsy southerner with two left feet. She then agreed with herself that she was screwed like it or not.
She climbed up the fire escape and up to the third floor. As she neared the window, her foot slipped and she fell a couple feet before she grabbed hold of another bar. The wind was fierce and it was whipping her clothes and her hair in every direction. She regained her footing and continues until she was level with the third floor window ledge. Then she climbed up onto the railing and began inching along the edge of the third floor, until she crouched down and looked into the window, rubbing away the grime that kept her from seeing inside.
There stood Remy, looking triumphant as he looked into his hand, apparently looking at the 250 thousand dollar ring. He pocketed it and looked around, checking to see if there was anything else he could steal. Rogue was so intent on looking at Remy that she almost missed the two other shadows moving around. Kerri, whose hair had changed, a bit longer and if she wasn't mistaken Rogue could see two white streaks in the front, was looking longingly at a pair of diamond earrings. Rogue bit her lip as a small smile crept across her face. At least he still thought Rogue's style was sexy. Adam was also there looking closely at a painting of a bowl of fruit.
Then she heard something that made her stomach lurch. She heard the window by the fire escape open. She quickly hid behind a pillar just as Kerri's voice sounded.
'Remy, where are you going hunnay?' she said in a mock southern accent. She had changed her whole personality just to get Remy. Not a very good confidence tactic as it was very, VERY obvious that she was bad at being... well... Rogue.
'Remy's just getting' some air mon petite.' Remy said as he shut the window. Rogue peeked around the corner. Kerri had gone back to looking at all the different jewelry, trying it on and giggling. Adam simply shook his head and returned to his examination of the paintings.
'What's a beautiful femme like you, doin' on a roof here wit Remy?' Rogue heard a voice behind her. She turned slowly and faced him. He smile a bit. 'Did chere think dat Remy wouldn' see her? He not that bad at spotting tings dat are gorgeous.' Rogue took off her glove behind her back and concentrated with all her power, on using her mutant abilities. It had been a while since she'd turned them back on, like a switch in her head. She had been to afraid that she'd lose control again.
'Nothin...' Remy raised an eyebrow. 'well actually... ah needed tah see yah again Remy.' Rogue said, only half lying. Remy bowed his head.
'Is chere sure she didn't come for dis.' He raised a golden orb in front of her face. Her eyes flashed and then blinked. He gave a sarcastic smile. 'Remy knew chere didn't truly love him.' Rogue frowned.
'What are ya'll talkin' bout Cajun.' Course ah love ya! And when ah get us back...' she was cut off by Remy putting a finger to her lips to stop her from going on. He put the orb in her hand and it gave of a small glow.
'Does petite trust Remy?' he said in his most loving voice. Rogue nodded wordlessly. The wind whipped her hair into her face and his. He was only inches from her face. 'Does chere love Remy?' Rogue closed her eyes and nodded again. She could feel his breath on her chin. She felt him lean into her, his arm around her waist, his chest pressed down on hers. And his mouth gently covered her pink lips. He kissed her lightly, teasing her, and then deepened the kiss, his tongue like a snake. Rogue felt a sudden desire just to cry and let him hold her. He moved his mouth away only a little, enough to breath it seemed.
'Goodbye, my Rogue.' With that he kissed her gently, removed his hand from her back and pushed her ever so slightly toward the edge. Her eyes snapped open, wide with horrer, greener than ever in the failing moonlight. He then pushed her a little more until finally she had lost her balance. He didn't have to push her much, the wind had suddenly thrust her over the edge, and she could feel herself falling, as if in a movie. Remy looked at her darkly as she finally let go of his arm. She let out a piercing scream as she began her fall toward earth. Remy's dark eyes became red as blood as she fell past the second floor. She reached out her hand, which was still holding the gold orb, when she noticed it was no longer gold. It was white, glowing and it slowly moved away from her hand and shone even more brightly, so that it was almost blinding. She had turned in the air so that now she was facing the ground, which was becoming ever nearer. Then it began to glow a fierce red and the light was stinging Rogue's eyes. She crossed her arms in front of her to couchen her fall. If she had to die, she wanted it to be painless. But she simply kept falling and falling. She moved her arms away and the light had become white again, as she fell threw miles and miles of open wisps of smoke as though she was in a cloud.
And then she opened her eyes.
**************************************************************************** ****** A bit cryptic, but I swear it has a lot to do with the next chapter / story... and in my next story there will be no time hopping and no new characters! I swear! PS. I was listening to Evanescence's Bring Me To Life while writing this. It's a bitchin' song!
Rogue sat bolt upright, feeling sweat trickle down her forehead. She looked around. She was in her room, her covers tangled around her long legs. She looked at the clock on her table which read 4:50 AM. She could hear it ticking loudly. She searched the room for anything out of place or different. There was a terrible clash of country music posters like Shania Twain and Tim McGraw with punk or ska bands like Evanescence and Lo Ball. That wasn't unusual and neither was the huge pile of clothing strewn about the room. She looked across the room to the pink bed in which Kitty was sleeping soundly, safely. Rogue threw the covers off her and ran to the bathroom door, throwing it open and hurrying to the sink. There she was, wearing a black tank top and blue plaid pajama bottoms looking pale but normal.
'Rogue would you be quiet.' Kitty mumbled as she rolled over going back into a peaceful sleep. If Kitty was safe, then the others should be too. That meant...
Rogue ran out of the room at breakneck speed and ran down the hall. She threw open the room at the end of the hall. Kurt and Evan sat up lazily to see what the noise was all about. They were twice as shocked when Rogue jumped on them and nearly squeezed them to death. She then ran out of the room and back down the hall. Now there Jean's sleepy head had been stuck out of her room, a blindfold perched on her head, her face looking very angry at being woken up. But Rogue didn't care. She ran down to the room at the other end of the hall. She stopped suddenly and opened the door lightly almost too scared to look inside.
The room was completely dark and silent except for the steady deep breathing coming from the bed next to the window. Rogue saw that the light from the fading moon was casting a low light on Remy's handsome sleeping face. His high cheekbones and chiseled jaw were standing out more than ever, and Rogue felt her heart stop. She was back. Everything was normal. She slowly turned and closed the door. There was a muffled 'huh' as Remy slowly sat up, scratching his head, ruffling his long brown locks. He turned in surprise to see Rogue standing in front of him, looking pale but very happy.
'What's wrong petite? Have a night mare?' He said with a tired smile. Rogue closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, her throat tight and her eyes stinging. Remy sat up more attentively, a concerned look dawning on his face. 'Chere? You alright?'
'Ah...' She began, but she couldn't fight the tears anymore. 'Oh Remy...'
If Remy was concerned before he was definitely concerned now. He threw his covers away and got up and grabbed Rogue as though she was going to fall.
'Chere, you wit me? What's wrong?' He said looking her over to make sure she wasn't hurt. Then he saw that she was smiling ever so slightly.
'Ya're here Cajun! Ya didn't leave me!' She said lowering her head to his chest. 'Ah thought ya didn't want me!' She said as she clung to him, and smiled even more deeply as she felt his hot breath on the top of her head and felt him kiss her forehead.
'What gave chere dat idea?' He said sitting down on his bed and bringing her down to sit on his lap. 'Don't chere know how much Remy loves her?' Rogue smiled as he kissed her cheeks, kissed her tears away.
'Ah thought... that Kerri...' she managed to say choppily. She hadn't been so close to Remy for so long.
'Who?' Remy said half smiling at Rogue. 'Don't know no Kerri, but dere's no one Remy love better den his Rogue.' Rogue felt her insides tighten a bit. He didn't know who Kerri was? And he said his Rogue. Just like when he'd pushed her...
No. That hadn't been Remy. That had been some twisted thief that Kerri was controlling with her poor imitation of Rogue's accent and appearance. Rogue put it out of her mind and felt Remy's grip on her lessen as he lay back down on his pillow, pulling her back lightly.
'Come to bed petite.' He said softly, wrapping his arms around her small waist and pulling her closer. Rogue felt that Remy knew that she was vulnerable at this point, but didn't care. Losing him had made her know how much he truly meant to her. And while on most occasions, Rogue would have slapped Remy and wondered back to bed, Rogue wouldn't've cared if Remy had tried to seduce her. She had him back. And she really was his Rogue.
The End.
**************************************************************************** ***** Phew... now I can relax... for now.. I am definitely writing one more, to finish it off. But that's only if you want me to and since I made this thing so complicated (hahaha that's the name) the next one will be a bit more basic... but still with all the LOVIN! Ahahaha! Anyhoo later chappies I'm off to make fun of my Best Friend Sara and her FUTURE bf Jasper... And a shout out to all the people who reviewed this story. I know it was better before the whole .. Complicatedness... and you probably just reviewed out of pity... BUT THE NEXT ONE WILL BE BETTER! I PROMISE YOU ALL! Later days Ladies and Gents, Luv, Stokes
'He'll show.' Rogue said, staring intently at the door as the We're Closed sign was put up. 'The night he visited mah room, he told me he wished he could give me somethin' like the ring ah have on now.' She motioned toward her hand. 'And ah did a lil research and thare is a very, very expensive ring. One that's better than this one... at least on the price scale. It was owned by a very important princess or a queen or somthin' from France. It's worth about a quarter of a million tah be exact. An' ah have feelin' that he's gonna take it to try and get me to trust him and love him.' Rogue grimaced. She didn't need a ring to love Remy. She didn't need anything but him.
'Okay.' Stokes said closing her jacket over her pale green scrubs. 'So we know he's targeted this place. How do we know that tonight's the night?'
'Ah dunno... ah got a feelin' ah guess.'
'Rogue, that's not very much to go on.'
'That's all ah got left.'
They waited for half an hour. An hour. Two hours. Rogue stared at the clock in the dash board. Ten minutes to midnight. Stokes let out a sleepy yawn as she rolled over. She had fallen asleep, and Rogue couldn't blame her. She'd had a full day and she only came because she wanted to help, though Rogue tried to tell her not to come. Ryan was staring lazily at the front door of the museum.
'Ya'll don't have to stay awake fo' me Ryan.' Rouge said as she stretched out in the passenger seat. Ryan grimaced.
'I know. I dunno, I've taken a liking to you.' He gave a short laugh. 'It happens. Same with Stokes.'
'If Jean... well if ya'll weren't...' Rogue stuttered.
'Yeah.' He said looking even more saddening. Rogue looked out into the sky trying not to look at Ryan when she saw the tail of a dark beige coat disappear around the corner of a window up on the third floor. Rogue froze.
'Um... Ryan, ah'm gonna get out and stretch, take a walk or somethin'. Ah'll just walk around a bit.'
'Are you sure? It's midnight, you might get mugged or something...' Ryan said unsure.
'Ya have to stay with Stokes. Ah'll be fine, ah'm a big girl an ah can tie mah shoes an all.' Rogue said getting out and fake stretching. Ryan nodded a bit. Rogue slammed the door shut and began walking around the building, noting that Remy was the best thief around, while she was a clumsy southerner with two left feet. She then agreed with herself that she was screwed like it or not.
She climbed up the fire escape and up to the third floor. As she neared the window, her foot slipped and she fell a couple feet before she grabbed hold of another bar. The wind was fierce and it was whipping her clothes and her hair in every direction. She regained her footing and continues until she was level with the third floor window ledge. Then she climbed up onto the railing and began inching along the edge of the third floor, until she crouched down and looked into the window, rubbing away the grime that kept her from seeing inside.
There stood Remy, looking triumphant as he looked into his hand, apparently looking at the 250 thousand dollar ring. He pocketed it and looked around, checking to see if there was anything else he could steal. Rogue was so intent on looking at Remy that she almost missed the two other shadows moving around. Kerri, whose hair had changed, a bit longer and if she wasn't mistaken Rogue could see two white streaks in the front, was looking longingly at a pair of diamond earrings. Rogue bit her lip as a small smile crept across her face. At least he still thought Rogue's style was sexy. Adam was also there looking closely at a painting of a bowl of fruit.
Then she heard something that made her stomach lurch. She heard the window by the fire escape open. She quickly hid behind a pillar just as Kerri's voice sounded.
'Remy, where are you going hunnay?' she said in a mock southern accent. She had changed her whole personality just to get Remy. Not a very good confidence tactic as it was very, VERY obvious that she was bad at being... well... Rogue.
'Remy's just getting' some air mon petite.' Remy said as he shut the window. Rogue peeked around the corner. Kerri had gone back to looking at all the different jewelry, trying it on and giggling. Adam simply shook his head and returned to his examination of the paintings.
'What's a beautiful femme like you, doin' on a roof here wit Remy?' Rogue heard a voice behind her. She turned slowly and faced him. He smile a bit. 'Did chere think dat Remy wouldn' see her? He not that bad at spotting tings dat are gorgeous.' Rogue took off her glove behind her back and concentrated with all her power, on using her mutant abilities. It had been a while since she'd turned them back on, like a switch in her head. She had been to afraid that she'd lose control again.
'Nothin...' Remy raised an eyebrow. 'well actually... ah needed tah see yah again Remy.' Rogue said, only half lying. Remy bowed his head.
'Is chere sure she didn't come for dis.' He raised a golden orb in front of her face. Her eyes flashed and then blinked. He gave a sarcastic smile. 'Remy knew chere didn't truly love him.' Rogue frowned.
'What are ya'll talkin' bout Cajun.' Course ah love ya! And when ah get us back...' she was cut off by Remy putting a finger to her lips to stop her from going on. He put the orb in her hand and it gave of a small glow.
'Does petite trust Remy?' he said in his most loving voice. Rogue nodded wordlessly. The wind whipped her hair into her face and his. He was only inches from her face. 'Does chere love Remy?' Rogue closed her eyes and nodded again. She could feel his breath on her chin. She felt him lean into her, his arm around her waist, his chest pressed down on hers. And his mouth gently covered her pink lips. He kissed her lightly, teasing her, and then deepened the kiss, his tongue like a snake. Rogue felt a sudden desire just to cry and let him hold her. He moved his mouth away only a little, enough to breath it seemed.
'Goodbye, my Rogue.' With that he kissed her gently, removed his hand from her back and pushed her ever so slightly toward the edge. Her eyes snapped open, wide with horrer, greener than ever in the failing moonlight. He then pushed her a little more until finally she had lost her balance. He didn't have to push her much, the wind had suddenly thrust her over the edge, and she could feel herself falling, as if in a movie. Remy looked at her darkly as she finally let go of his arm. She let out a piercing scream as she began her fall toward earth. Remy's dark eyes became red as blood as she fell past the second floor. She reached out her hand, which was still holding the gold orb, when she noticed it was no longer gold. It was white, glowing and it slowly moved away from her hand and shone even more brightly, so that it was almost blinding. She had turned in the air so that now she was facing the ground, which was becoming ever nearer. Then it began to glow a fierce red and the light was stinging Rogue's eyes. She crossed her arms in front of her to couchen her fall. If she had to die, she wanted it to be painless. But she simply kept falling and falling. She moved her arms away and the light had become white again, as she fell threw miles and miles of open wisps of smoke as though she was in a cloud.
And then she opened her eyes.
**************************************************************************** ****** A bit cryptic, but I swear it has a lot to do with the next chapter / story... and in my next story there will be no time hopping and no new characters! I swear! PS. I was listening to Evanescence's Bring Me To Life while writing this. It's a bitchin' song!
Rogue sat bolt upright, feeling sweat trickle down her forehead. She looked around. She was in her room, her covers tangled around her long legs. She looked at the clock on her table which read 4:50 AM. She could hear it ticking loudly. She searched the room for anything out of place or different. There was a terrible clash of country music posters like Shania Twain and Tim McGraw with punk or ska bands like Evanescence and Lo Ball. That wasn't unusual and neither was the huge pile of clothing strewn about the room. She looked across the room to the pink bed in which Kitty was sleeping soundly, safely. Rogue threw the covers off her and ran to the bathroom door, throwing it open and hurrying to the sink. There she was, wearing a black tank top and blue plaid pajama bottoms looking pale but normal.
'Rogue would you be quiet.' Kitty mumbled as she rolled over going back into a peaceful sleep. If Kitty was safe, then the others should be too. That meant...
Rogue ran out of the room at breakneck speed and ran down the hall. She threw open the room at the end of the hall. Kurt and Evan sat up lazily to see what the noise was all about. They were twice as shocked when Rogue jumped on them and nearly squeezed them to death. She then ran out of the room and back down the hall. Now there Jean's sleepy head had been stuck out of her room, a blindfold perched on her head, her face looking very angry at being woken up. But Rogue didn't care. She ran down to the room at the other end of the hall. She stopped suddenly and opened the door lightly almost too scared to look inside.
The room was completely dark and silent except for the steady deep breathing coming from the bed next to the window. Rogue saw that the light from the fading moon was casting a low light on Remy's handsome sleeping face. His high cheekbones and chiseled jaw were standing out more than ever, and Rogue felt her heart stop. She was back. Everything was normal. She slowly turned and closed the door. There was a muffled 'huh' as Remy slowly sat up, scratching his head, ruffling his long brown locks. He turned in surprise to see Rogue standing in front of him, looking pale but very happy.
'What's wrong petite? Have a night mare?' He said with a tired smile. Rogue closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, her throat tight and her eyes stinging. Remy sat up more attentively, a concerned look dawning on his face. 'Chere? You alright?'
'Ah...' She began, but she couldn't fight the tears anymore. 'Oh Remy...'
If Remy was concerned before he was definitely concerned now. He threw his covers away and got up and grabbed Rogue as though she was going to fall.
'Chere, you wit me? What's wrong?' He said looking her over to make sure she wasn't hurt. Then he saw that she was smiling ever so slightly.
'Ya're here Cajun! Ya didn't leave me!' She said lowering her head to his chest. 'Ah thought ya didn't want me!' She said as she clung to him, and smiled even more deeply as she felt his hot breath on the top of her head and felt him kiss her forehead.
'What gave chere dat idea?' He said sitting down on his bed and bringing her down to sit on his lap. 'Don't chere know how much Remy loves her?' Rogue smiled as he kissed her cheeks, kissed her tears away.
'Ah thought... that Kerri...' she managed to say choppily. She hadn't been so close to Remy for so long.
'Who?' Remy said half smiling at Rogue. 'Don't know no Kerri, but dere's no one Remy love better den his Rogue.' Rogue felt her insides tighten a bit. He didn't know who Kerri was? And he said his Rogue. Just like when he'd pushed her...
No. That hadn't been Remy. That had been some twisted thief that Kerri was controlling with her poor imitation of Rogue's accent and appearance. Rogue put it out of her mind and felt Remy's grip on her lessen as he lay back down on his pillow, pulling her back lightly.
'Come to bed petite.' He said softly, wrapping his arms around her small waist and pulling her closer. Rogue felt that Remy knew that she was vulnerable at this point, but didn't care. Losing him had made her know how much he truly meant to her. And while on most occasions, Rogue would have slapped Remy and wondered back to bed, Rogue wouldn't've cared if Remy had tried to seduce her. She had him back. And she really was his Rogue.
The End.
**************************************************************************** ***** Phew... now I can relax... for now.. I am definitely writing one more, to finish it off. But that's only if you want me to and since I made this thing so complicated (hahaha that's the name) the next one will be a bit more basic... but still with all the LOVIN! Ahahaha! Anyhoo later chappies I'm off to make fun of my Best Friend Sara and her FUTURE bf Jasper... And a shout out to all the people who reviewed this story. I know it was better before the whole .. Complicatedness... and you probably just reviewed out of pity... BUT THE NEXT ONE WILL BE BETTER! I PROMISE YOU ALL! Later days Ladies and Gents, Luv, Stokes