Rogue couldn't stop thinking about Bobby as she walked up the stairs to her
room. He had looked so hurt when he saw her sitting there. She never
meant to hurt anyone, especially Bobby. Her thoughts were interrupted when
Remy came up behind her and took her bag.
"Need some help, chere?" he asked smiling at her. He wasn't sure exactly why, but he was drawn to this girl. She was exceptionally beautiful, but that was only part of it.
"Ah don't need yah help. Ah'm probably 100 times stronger than you," she said honestly, holding her gloved hand out so he could return her baggage.
He handed it back to her hesitantly. "Whea' I come from, da man take cah' of da lady. You awful stubborn, chere." She didn't answer him, but he continued to follow her up the steps. "You been inside for a good hour. Why you still wearin' 'dose gloves?" he asked, lightly touching her hand.
"Why are you still followin' me around?" she asked, annoyed. He stared into her eyes and she noticed for the first time that they were completely black, save red irises. They stopped her in her tracks, burning into her soul.
"You da most beautiful girl I ever seen, chere," he said softly, reaching his hand up to touch her white hair. She just stared into those black eyes absently, but he ran his hand over her cheek and she could feel his energy enter her body. She immediately flew backwards over the rail away from him.
He didn't understand what had just happened, and was about to comment on the fact that she could fly, when her bag turned bright orange and blew up, causing him to fall backwards down the stairs with the force and for her body to fly back and hit the wall, creating a huge hole.
He sat up and rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, chere. You alright?" he asked worriedly as he got up to run to her aid. He was completely confused at this point. Maybe because he had hit his head pretty hard.
She brushed herself off, noticing that her gloves had burned right off of her hands. Remy approached her at the same time the rest of the school showed.
Scott and Bobby were the first to run in. Scott looked around at the room and frowned, but then noticed Rogue in the middle of it all. "Rogue? You're back?" he asked in disbelief.
Bobby lunged at Remy, who almost fell backwards. "Did you touch her?!" he yelled. "Did you fucking touch her, Gambit?!" he screamed, rattling him by the collar.
"Bobby, stop it!" Rogue screamed as Remy's jacket began to form ice. "Bobby!" She yelled pulling him off of the confused young man.
Bobby was shocked at the amount of force Rogue was able to use to pull him off. He looked at her bewildered. Scott ran over to them and prepared to scold. "Bobby, what were you thinking? You know Remy's new here. He didn't know about Rogue." He paused and looked at the mess. "What happened here?" he asked both Rogue and Remy.
"Don't ask me," Remy replied, cracking the ice from his jacket off. "I am more confused 'den I been in a long time."
Rogue turned to Scott so she could explain what had happened. "He accidentally touched me, and ah absorbed his power. Ah don't know how to control it," she said to Remy. "That's wah mah bag exploded like that."
"Touching you wasn't no accident, chere," Remy said with a grin. His smile immediately vanished when he saw Bobby's angry glare. This was going to be a lot of fun. Bobby already hated him and he'd only been here a week. Why Bobby had this intense hatred toward him was unclear. But it seemed that he and Rogue had known each other. Great. Another jealous boyfriend.
Deciding that poor Rogue must be completely mortified, Jubilee stepped in.
"Shut up, Gambit," she said as she started walking over to Rogue. Her belongings were completely destroyed by the blast. "Come on, I'll lend you some stuff," she said smiling.
The crowd of mutant students dispersed and Jubilee led Rogue upstairs to her room.
"Looks like I'm finally gonna have a roommate, huh?" she asked Rogue while looking through her dresser. Everything was a complete mess. There were clothes and CDs everywhere. Rogue sighed in exasperation at the sight. Typical teenaged girl. "So where were you, anyway?" she asked, pulling out the set of sheets for Rogue's bed. She was about to hand them to her, but remembered the incident downstairs. "Oh yeah. I'll do it for you. You might still have Gambit's power."
Rogue, choosing to ignore Jubilee's question regarding her whereabouts, decided to establish her own inquiry. "Ah guess ah've missed a lot 'round here. Where did that guy come from, anyways?"
"Ooh, yeah. Remy," she sighed, blushing a little. "He's from New Orleans. Isn't his accent sooo hot?? I swear. The first time he called me 'chere' I thought I was gonna die! He's so cute!" she rambled tucking the sheets under the mattress. "Rumor has it, though, that he's married to some chick in Louisiana, but she cheated on him with his best friend!"
Yup. Leave it to Jubes to give you the juiciest gossip.
Rogue stood leaning against the door frame while Jubilee continued her rant about how stupid this woman could be to cheat on Remy LeBeau. Rogue could feel Remy in her head now, and could feel how much it hurt him when he found out about Bella. It was only two months ago. The memories were flooding her mind now. Their high school courtship, the small wedding they had 3 years ago when he was only 19, Rogue's age. And finally the scene unfolded before her eyes. Remy had finally found a decent job. One that didn't discriminate against his mutant heritage. He was so proud. So pleased that he might be able to make Belle happy. Smiling, he opened the door to the kitchen. There she was. His beautiful wife. Crystal clear blue eyes. Cascading blond curls. In the arms of his one true friend. The bottle of champagne he had been holding became charged with energy. It crashed to the floor startling Belladonna and her lover. She stared at him with those endless blue eyes. His so-called friend looked at him and snickered. "The freak can't even hold a bottle of cheap champagne without turning it into a weapon."
"ROGUE!" Jubilee shouted for the fifth time.
"Whah? Oh, sorry. Ah was-jus' thinkin'."
"Need some help, chere?" he asked smiling at her. He wasn't sure exactly why, but he was drawn to this girl. She was exceptionally beautiful, but that was only part of it.
"Ah don't need yah help. Ah'm probably 100 times stronger than you," she said honestly, holding her gloved hand out so he could return her baggage.
He handed it back to her hesitantly. "Whea' I come from, da man take cah' of da lady. You awful stubborn, chere." She didn't answer him, but he continued to follow her up the steps. "You been inside for a good hour. Why you still wearin' 'dose gloves?" he asked, lightly touching her hand.
"Why are you still followin' me around?" she asked, annoyed. He stared into her eyes and she noticed for the first time that they were completely black, save red irises. They stopped her in her tracks, burning into her soul.
"You da most beautiful girl I ever seen, chere," he said softly, reaching his hand up to touch her white hair. She just stared into those black eyes absently, but he ran his hand over her cheek and she could feel his energy enter her body. She immediately flew backwards over the rail away from him.
He didn't understand what had just happened, and was about to comment on the fact that she could fly, when her bag turned bright orange and blew up, causing him to fall backwards down the stairs with the force and for her body to fly back and hit the wall, creating a huge hole.
He sat up and rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, chere. You alright?" he asked worriedly as he got up to run to her aid. He was completely confused at this point. Maybe because he had hit his head pretty hard.
She brushed herself off, noticing that her gloves had burned right off of her hands. Remy approached her at the same time the rest of the school showed.
Scott and Bobby were the first to run in. Scott looked around at the room and frowned, but then noticed Rogue in the middle of it all. "Rogue? You're back?" he asked in disbelief.
Bobby lunged at Remy, who almost fell backwards. "Did you touch her?!" he yelled. "Did you fucking touch her, Gambit?!" he screamed, rattling him by the collar.
"Bobby, stop it!" Rogue screamed as Remy's jacket began to form ice. "Bobby!" She yelled pulling him off of the confused young man.
Bobby was shocked at the amount of force Rogue was able to use to pull him off. He looked at her bewildered. Scott ran over to them and prepared to scold. "Bobby, what were you thinking? You know Remy's new here. He didn't know about Rogue." He paused and looked at the mess. "What happened here?" he asked both Rogue and Remy.
"Don't ask me," Remy replied, cracking the ice from his jacket off. "I am more confused 'den I been in a long time."
Rogue turned to Scott so she could explain what had happened. "He accidentally touched me, and ah absorbed his power. Ah don't know how to control it," she said to Remy. "That's wah mah bag exploded like that."
"Touching you wasn't no accident, chere," Remy said with a grin. His smile immediately vanished when he saw Bobby's angry glare. This was going to be a lot of fun. Bobby already hated him and he'd only been here a week. Why Bobby had this intense hatred toward him was unclear. But it seemed that he and Rogue had known each other. Great. Another jealous boyfriend.
Deciding that poor Rogue must be completely mortified, Jubilee stepped in.
"Shut up, Gambit," she said as she started walking over to Rogue. Her belongings were completely destroyed by the blast. "Come on, I'll lend you some stuff," she said smiling.
The crowd of mutant students dispersed and Jubilee led Rogue upstairs to her room.
"Looks like I'm finally gonna have a roommate, huh?" she asked Rogue while looking through her dresser. Everything was a complete mess. There were clothes and CDs everywhere. Rogue sighed in exasperation at the sight. Typical teenaged girl. "So where were you, anyway?" she asked, pulling out the set of sheets for Rogue's bed. She was about to hand them to her, but remembered the incident downstairs. "Oh yeah. I'll do it for you. You might still have Gambit's power."
Rogue, choosing to ignore Jubilee's question regarding her whereabouts, decided to establish her own inquiry. "Ah guess ah've missed a lot 'round here. Where did that guy come from, anyways?"
"Ooh, yeah. Remy," she sighed, blushing a little. "He's from New Orleans. Isn't his accent sooo hot?? I swear. The first time he called me 'chere' I thought I was gonna die! He's so cute!" she rambled tucking the sheets under the mattress. "Rumor has it, though, that he's married to some chick in Louisiana, but she cheated on him with his best friend!"
Yup. Leave it to Jubes to give you the juiciest gossip.
Rogue stood leaning against the door frame while Jubilee continued her rant about how stupid this woman could be to cheat on Remy LeBeau. Rogue could feel Remy in her head now, and could feel how much it hurt him when he found out about Bella. It was only two months ago. The memories were flooding her mind now. Their high school courtship, the small wedding they had 3 years ago when he was only 19, Rogue's age. And finally the scene unfolded before her eyes. Remy had finally found a decent job. One that didn't discriminate against his mutant heritage. He was so proud. So pleased that he might be able to make Belle happy. Smiling, he opened the door to the kitchen. There she was. His beautiful wife. Crystal clear blue eyes. Cascading blond curls. In the arms of his one true friend. The bottle of champagne he had been holding became charged with energy. It crashed to the floor startling Belladonna and her lover. She stared at him with those endless blue eyes. His so-called friend looked at him and snickered. "The freak can't even hold a bottle of cheap champagne without turning it into a weapon."
"ROGUE!" Jubilee shouted for the fifth time.
"Whah? Oh, sorry. Ah was-jus' thinkin'."
