Author: Zia
Rating: R
Summary: Rogue accidentally kills someone she is close to, and finds solace in the arms of the enemy.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Category: Gambit/Rogue
Author's Note: Okay, let's just be brutally honest here. This is my second attempt at an x-men fic, and my first at writing Gambit. And okay, the accent isn't easy. Not to mention I haven't seen EVERY episode of Evolution yet. So if something is off or something, sorry. I just suck.
Rogue finished packing her bag and zipped it shut before climbing out the window.
They wouldn't miss her, not after what she did.
Scott had just laid there not moving as she scrambled off of him, aided by Hank's strong hands.
In the middle of a fight with Magneto she found herself trapped on top of Scott, unable to pull away. Her cheek pressed against his, despite how they tried, neither could move away from the other.
Finally with the help of several others they pulled off the large piece of metal that had crushed them together.
Of course Jean chose that moment to show up.
Scott was dead; Rogue herself, clenching her eyes shut until Hank placed Scott's glasses over her eyes.
Jean had screamed and yelled and used a gloved hand to slap Rogue hard across the face.
Then Rogue simply walked away.
Hours later, once Scott's powers had faded she made her way back to the Xavier Mansion.
Everyone's eyes followed her every move as she silently walked to her room.
Half an hour later she was packed and out the window.
Then she started walking. Not positive where she was going, just that she couldn't stay there.
So she walked, and walked before sighing. "Maybe Ah can jus hitchhike outta he'e."
Rogue stopped when she saw headlights, and stuck her hand out, thumb in the air. The car slowed to a stop and the door opened.
"Where you heading Cherie?"
Rogue froze for a second before climbing in the car. "Anywhere but here. Someplace far 'way."
"Alright Chere." He put the car in gear and started driving. "Care to tell ol' Gambit what be wrong?"
"Don't talk to me. Ya tried ta kill me."
"Oh Chere, don't take it personal. Gambit always leaves his callin' card." Rogue glared at Gambit. "So what be trouble Cherie?"
"Ah killed someone."
"Who?"
"Scott."
"Cyclops?" She nodded.
"Deadly skin ya know. Jus a touch an' Ah can kill ya."
"So dat mean kissin's outta de question?"
"Unless ya wanna end up in a coma."
"Could be worth it."
Rogue turned her head away and just stared out the window. She didn't know what to say to that. So she just stared out the window until her eyes slipped shut and she drifted off to sleep.
Gambit drove for a while longer before stopping outside a hotel. She was still sleeping so he climbed out of the car and opened her door carefully and lifted her small body into his arms.
Remy LeBeau, wanted criminal, had a soft side that was being brought out by the petite girl with the deadly skin.
Remy carried her into the room and laid her down on the single bed.
Her usual hard and angry features were softened by sleep, and a strand of white hair fell over her eyes.
Carefully Gambit pushed it back from her face and tucked it behind her ear. In her sleep she moved slightly towards the tender touch before snuggling deep into the bed.
Gambit sat down
in the chair across the room from the bed and watched her as she slept peacefully,
until he dozed off to sleep.