Disclaimer: If I owned the Evolution crew than I'd fix Kurt's accent. And
kill Jean. Alot. In horribly gory ways.
Author's Note: So here it is y'all- the end of this fic. I've kept y'all waiting way too long and I'm sorry for that but here it finally is. Translations for German and French are provided in parenthesis this time because I don't want anyone to have to skip to the bottom and see how this ends. And thanks to Babelfish.altavista.com again for providing the French translation (though I doubt they know it).
Deamon Lover The Conclusion By Bitha Blu
It had been a week since everyone had returned from New Orleans but Rogue hadn't talked to anyone since she had rejoined them. She had shown up at the airport the morning of the flight and taken her window seat next to Kitty without a word. Her eyes had stayed glued to clouds outside for the entire flight and despite Kitty's best efforts, Rogue remained quiet. As far as anyone in the mansion knew, Rogue hadn't spoken a word to anyone in seven, long, silent days.
Out on the balcony, Rogue stood, leaning against the railing, and watched as rolling clouds darkened the sky in the southwest. Storms flashed miles away and looked as though they would be threatening the mansion soon. Shrieks from the room behind her drew her attention away from the clouds momentarily but once she realized that it was Kitty screaming at Kurt again she dully resigned the gaze back at the sky.
*Bamf*
Rogue raised her eyebrow and glanced at the terrified blue boy who was panting as he looked around with wild eyes. Kurt smiled as he saw Rogue. "Gut (Good). She'll never look for me out here." When Rogue glared at him his grin faltered, "Umm... Vat I mean is... umm... crap."
Sighing, Rogue turned away from him but Kurt tried again, "Hey Rogue, how's it going?" Rogue shrugged and it was Kurt's turn to sigh. "Come on Rogue. Talk! You haven't said anything to anyone since that whole mess in New Orleans. Vat the hell happened?"
When Rogue shrugged again Kurt's temper finally flared up. "Gott! Ich hasse es (God! I hate this). Just tell me vat happened. Or vere you were all night. Or even vy you covered up your painting of him with that picture of melting clocks. Something. ANYTHING! Just talk."
"Remy and Ah walked around for a couple of hours, he let me crash at his place, and then Ah met y'all at the plane the next morning." Rogue deadpanned.
"That's it?"
"Yup."
Kurt stared blankly her. He'd known her for awhile and though she was a bit of a mystery at times, right now she was more confusing than watching a mongoose and worm playing checkers with oranges and pogo-sticks. "Vat's the problem then?"
Rogue opened her mouth for a moment and then quickly shut it. She could feel Kurt's eyes on her and a lie was on the tip of her tongue but she paused. Seconds drifted into a minute and just as Kurt was about say something Rogue spoke.
"I almost kissed him."
One of Kurt's furry blue eyebrows shot up, "Vat?!? But- you can't touch anyone so vy? I mean, Vat? Vy would you even... Huh?"
In a monotonous voice Rogue let the truth fall from her lips, "Thanks to me accidentally touching Jean a couple of weeks ago, Remy and Ah were able ta share a dream. That's how we met and that's why Ah suggested we go to New Orleans. Ya know, so Ah could maybe see him or something. Ah dunno." Hanging her head, Rogue peered at Kurt through her bangs to see if he understood. Apparently she thought he did, so she continued, "Then we did meet. Though thanks to ya and Scott it wasn't exactly the way Ah would have liked it ta have gone." Rogue smirked and Kurt grinned sheepishly as he thought back to that day. Rogue's smirk wavered though and the blank face that she had worn all week returned. "After that, you know what happened, and when Remy and Ah took off, we did go walking around the city." A dreamy look briefly crossed Rogue's face, "He bought a bracelet and stole a scarf for me."
"He stole a scarf for you?" Kurt asked increduously.
"Yeah," Rogue said defensively, "He stole a scarf. He steals a lot of stuff. He's one of the best thieves in New Orleans."
"Did he steal anything else?"
Rogue's eyes turned back to the storm clouds that were nearly over the mansion now. She could see the rain slamming down on Bayville and the wind was blowing hard enough that Kurt almost missed her say, "Yeah, my heart..."
"Then what?"
"Then we went back to his place and he let me sleep there. Jean's power kicked in while we were sleeping and we shared another dream but this time we did stuff... stuff we couldn't do in real life." The wind whipped Rogue's bangs back and Kurt saw Rogue's mask of apathy collapse. Raw emotion echoed in her voice as she spoke, "He touched me Kurt. It was a dream but it felt real." Her shoulders shuddered and whatever control kept Rogue's emotions in check had been destroyed. Rain started to dimple the surface of the mansion's pool and water dripped down Rogue's face as she continued, "Ah'm neva gonna feel like that eva again Kurt. No one is gonna be able ta touch me in real life and Ah kin't keep stealin' Jean's telepathy jus' ta be able to be with Remy. But when Ah woke up that morning Ah almost kissed him. Ah coulda hurt him or even killed him just cause Ah forgot for one second that Ah'm poison."
The clouds broke and the storm unleashed it's full fury. As the torrential rain beat down upon the two of them Kurt hesitantly stepped over to the distraught girl. Rogue stiffened as Kurt first touched her but collapsed into his arms as he hugged her tightly. "So Ah left," she whispered, "Ah left cause Ah couldn't eva forget again."
************* Epilogue *************
Though the sun was shining outside, dreariness permeated the air in Remy's apartment. The normally cheerful mutant was slumped over on his couch, shuffling a deck of cards and trying to ignore what the brown haired guy next to him was saying.
"Remy, man, you hafta get cho'self outta dis funk," the guy pleaded, raking his hand through his hair, "Come out an' party wit us tonight. Pierre, Dominic, Jeanette, Josephine, Belle and I are gonna trip on out to da shack fo a bit a fun. Bring some cards an' we can play some strip poka. What da ya say?"
Shaking his head wearily, Remy sighed and said, "Remy don't t'ink so Henri. Per'aps some otha time, but tonigh' Remy jus wan'ta stay her'."
Henri rolled his eyes and let his head fall back in exasperation, "It's been a week since dat chick left, bro. You stay in dis mood much longa and dat femme is gonna be fatal to ya. Jus come on out wit us an' fo'get about her fo a night. Ya know dat Belle wan's ta get on ya. I'm sure she coul' make ya feel betta."
Remy's eyes blazed as he glared at Henri. "Va te faire foutre et Belle de baise! (Fuck you and fuck Belle!) Remy don't giva shit what Belle wan' or wha' she coul' do ta Remy or any otha guy dat she meets. An' he don't wan'ta fo'get about cherie. Elle est la cherie des rĂªves de Remy. (She's da cherie of Remy's dreams.) Ya got no idea-"
Jumping off the couch in a fit aggravated annoyance, Henri whirled and yelled, "I got no idea?!? Remy, man- ya got no ideas left in ya head. Ya mopin' ova some chick dat ya knew fo one day. I don't care if she's da 'la plupart de belle cherie qui jamasis a marche la terre'(Da most beautiful cherie ta eva walk da earth.) or dat she an' her friend saved ya from da cops! She left an' ya probably won't eva see her again. Deal wit it and move on."
"How?"
The word fell leadenly from Remy's lips and Henri stared down at the crestfallen mutant. Anguish filled the red on black eyes and his perpetually shuffling hands stilled. Henri swallowed his temper as he realized that he was seeing the real Remy for the first time. There was no cheerful bantering or cocky grin. The facade had dropped and Henri couldn't stand to see his friend like this. Shrugging unhappily, he said, "I dunno. Get a hobby or somet'ing." He paused for a second before continuing, "Look Rems I don't know ta say. Why don't ya jus come out wit us tonight and try not to t'ink about her while tipping back on some liquid amnesia?"
When Remy just shrugged and a bit of Henri's temper flared back up. With a final "Fine. Wha'eva." he whirled around and stalked out the door, slamming it behind him.
"Get a hobby," Remy muttered darkly. He glared at the door and sneered as he gripped the cards tightly, "What Remy suppos'd to do? Join da mutant basketball league? Find a t'ievin' freak knittin' circle?"
A sudden heat drew Remy's attention away from his anger and towards his hands. The deck of cards had turned a vibrant red and Remy casually threw them out the window. As they exploded a sudden idea slammed into Remy's head. His eyes brightened for the first time in a week and he sprinted into the kitchen.
He grabbed a small piece of flat metal off of his stove, knocking the spoon that had been resting on it to the floor. As he reached for his phone Remy flipped the metal card over and dialed the numbers engraved on the back. Reaching in his pocket he grabbed a new deck of cards and started shuffling them one-handed while the phone continued to ring. Finally someone picked up.
"Yes?"
"Hey. Dis is Remy. He been t'inking about yo offa. Ya still wan'ta talk?"
On the other end of the phone Magneto smiled.
************* fin (the end) *************
Author's Final 'Deamon Lover' Note: So y'all- what do ya think? I hope it was worth the wait despite the fact I think I started this fic a few years ago (literally) and I kinda forgot about it for awhile. My bad. And sorry about all the shrugging, staring at the sky and loss of tempers. Writer's block is a bitch. Anyway- I hope y'all enjoyed it because this is my first and last Evo fic (all the other fics were written while I working on this) unless I get time to write my nine fic Toad arc. And considering the outline notes for the first Toad story are 18 pages long... I don't think I'm gonna ever finish it. I stopped watching the show anyway (Damn job doesn't give me the time. *grumble* fucking perkins *grumble*). However- if you like Inuyasha I've got a few fics I'm working on for that show and a Pitch Black movie fic that I'll eventually finish. But enough with the self indulgent plugs. Hasta y'all.
Author's Note: So here it is y'all- the end of this fic. I've kept y'all waiting way too long and I'm sorry for that but here it finally is. Translations for German and French are provided in parenthesis this time because I don't want anyone to have to skip to the bottom and see how this ends. And thanks to Babelfish.altavista.com again for providing the French translation (though I doubt they know it).
Deamon Lover The Conclusion By Bitha Blu
It had been a week since everyone had returned from New Orleans but Rogue hadn't talked to anyone since she had rejoined them. She had shown up at the airport the morning of the flight and taken her window seat next to Kitty without a word. Her eyes had stayed glued to clouds outside for the entire flight and despite Kitty's best efforts, Rogue remained quiet. As far as anyone in the mansion knew, Rogue hadn't spoken a word to anyone in seven, long, silent days.
Out on the balcony, Rogue stood, leaning against the railing, and watched as rolling clouds darkened the sky in the southwest. Storms flashed miles away and looked as though they would be threatening the mansion soon. Shrieks from the room behind her drew her attention away from the clouds momentarily but once she realized that it was Kitty screaming at Kurt again she dully resigned the gaze back at the sky.
*Bamf*
Rogue raised her eyebrow and glanced at the terrified blue boy who was panting as he looked around with wild eyes. Kurt smiled as he saw Rogue. "Gut (Good). She'll never look for me out here." When Rogue glared at him his grin faltered, "Umm... Vat I mean is... umm... crap."
Sighing, Rogue turned away from him but Kurt tried again, "Hey Rogue, how's it going?" Rogue shrugged and it was Kurt's turn to sigh. "Come on Rogue. Talk! You haven't said anything to anyone since that whole mess in New Orleans. Vat the hell happened?"
When Rogue shrugged again Kurt's temper finally flared up. "Gott! Ich hasse es (God! I hate this). Just tell me vat happened. Or vere you were all night. Or even vy you covered up your painting of him with that picture of melting clocks. Something. ANYTHING! Just talk."
"Remy and Ah walked around for a couple of hours, he let me crash at his place, and then Ah met y'all at the plane the next morning." Rogue deadpanned.
"That's it?"
"Yup."
Kurt stared blankly her. He'd known her for awhile and though she was a bit of a mystery at times, right now she was more confusing than watching a mongoose and worm playing checkers with oranges and pogo-sticks. "Vat's the problem then?"
Rogue opened her mouth for a moment and then quickly shut it. She could feel Kurt's eyes on her and a lie was on the tip of her tongue but she paused. Seconds drifted into a minute and just as Kurt was about say something Rogue spoke.
"I almost kissed him."
One of Kurt's furry blue eyebrows shot up, "Vat?!? But- you can't touch anyone so vy? I mean, Vat? Vy would you even... Huh?"
In a monotonous voice Rogue let the truth fall from her lips, "Thanks to me accidentally touching Jean a couple of weeks ago, Remy and Ah were able ta share a dream. That's how we met and that's why Ah suggested we go to New Orleans. Ya know, so Ah could maybe see him or something. Ah dunno." Hanging her head, Rogue peered at Kurt through her bangs to see if he understood. Apparently she thought he did, so she continued, "Then we did meet. Though thanks to ya and Scott it wasn't exactly the way Ah would have liked it ta have gone." Rogue smirked and Kurt grinned sheepishly as he thought back to that day. Rogue's smirk wavered though and the blank face that she had worn all week returned. "After that, you know what happened, and when Remy and Ah took off, we did go walking around the city." A dreamy look briefly crossed Rogue's face, "He bought a bracelet and stole a scarf for me."
"He stole a scarf for you?" Kurt asked increduously.
"Yeah," Rogue said defensively, "He stole a scarf. He steals a lot of stuff. He's one of the best thieves in New Orleans."
"Did he steal anything else?"
Rogue's eyes turned back to the storm clouds that were nearly over the mansion now. She could see the rain slamming down on Bayville and the wind was blowing hard enough that Kurt almost missed her say, "Yeah, my heart..."
"Then what?"
"Then we went back to his place and he let me sleep there. Jean's power kicked in while we were sleeping and we shared another dream but this time we did stuff... stuff we couldn't do in real life." The wind whipped Rogue's bangs back and Kurt saw Rogue's mask of apathy collapse. Raw emotion echoed in her voice as she spoke, "He touched me Kurt. It was a dream but it felt real." Her shoulders shuddered and whatever control kept Rogue's emotions in check had been destroyed. Rain started to dimple the surface of the mansion's pool and water dripped down Rogue's face as she continued, "Ah'm neva gonna feel like that eva again Kurt. No one is gonna be able ta touch me in real life and Ah kin't keep stealin' Jean's telepathy jus' ta be able to be with Remy. But when Ah woke up that morning Ah almost kissed him. Ah coulda hurt him or even killed him just cause Ah forgot for one second that Ah'm poison."
The clouds broke and the storm unleashed it's full fury. As the torrential rain beat down upon the two of them Kurt hesitantly stepped over to the distraught girl. Rogue stiffened as Kurt first touched her but collapsed into his arms as he hugged her tightly. "So Ah left," she whispered, "Ah left cause Ah couldn't eva forget again."
************* Epilogue *************
Though the sun was shining outside, dreariness permeated the air in Remy's apartment. The normally cheerful mutant was slumped over on his couch, shuffling a deck of cards and trying to ignore what the brown haired guy next to him was saying.
"Remy, man, you hafta get cho'self outta dis funk," the guy pleaded, raking his hand through his hair, "Come out an' party wit us tonight. Pierre, Dominic, Jeanette, Josephine, Belle and I are gonna trip on out to da shack fo a bit a fun. Bring some cards an' we can play some strip poka. What da ya say?"
Shaking his head wearily, Remy sighed and said, "Remy don't t'ink so Henri. Per'aps some otha time, but tonigh' Remy jus wan'ta stay her'."
Henri rolled his eyes and let his head fall back in exasperation, "It's been a week since dat chick left, bro. You stay in dis mood much longa and dat femme is gonna be fatal to ya. Jus come on out wit us an' fo'get about her fo a night. Ya know dat Belle wan's ta get on ya. I'm sure she coul' make ya feel betta."
Remy's eyes blazed as he glared at Henri. "Va te faire foutre et Belle de baise! (Fuck you and fuck Belle!) Remy don't giva shit what Belle wan' or wha' she coul' do ta Remy or any otha guy dat she meets. An' he don't wan'ta fo'get about cherie. Elle est la cherie des rĂªves de Remy. (She's da cherie of Remy's dreams.) Ya got no idea-"
Jumping off the couch in a fit aggravated annoyance, Henri whirled and yelled, "I got no idea?!? Remy, man- ya got no ideas left in ya head. Ya mopin' ova some chick dat ya knew fo one day. I don't care if she's da 'la plupart de belle cherie qui jamasis a marche la terre'(Da most beautiful cherie ta eva walk da earth.) or dat she an' her friend saved ya from da cops! She left an' ya probably won't eva see her again. Deal wit it and move on."
"How?"
The word fell leadenly from Remy's lips and Henri stared down at the crestfallen mutant. Anguish filled the red on black eyes and his perpetually shuffling hands stilled. Henri swallowed his temper as he realized that he was seeing the real Remy for the first time. There was no cheerful bantering or cocky grin. The facade had dropped and Henri couldn't stand to see his friend like this. Shrugging unhappily, he said, "I dunno. Get a hobby or somet'ing." He paused for a second before continuing, "Look Rems I don't know ta say. Why don't ya jus come out wit us tonight and try not to t'ink about her while tipping back on some liquid amnesia?"
When Remy just shrugged and a bit of Henri's temper flared back up. With a final "Fine. Wha'eva." he whirled around and stalked out the door, slamming it behind him.
"Get a hobby," Remy muttered darkly. He glared at the door and sneered as he gripped the cards tightly, "What Remy suppos'd to do? Join da mutant basketball league? Find a t'ievin' freak knittin' circle?"
A sudden heat drew Remy's attention away from his anger and towards his hands. The deck of cards had turned a vibrant red and Remy casually threw them out the window. As they exploded a sudden idea slammed into Remy's head. His eyes brightened for the first time in a week and he sprinted into the kitchen.
He grabbed a small piece of flat metal off of his stove, knocking the spoon that had been resting on it to the floor. As he reached for his phone Remy flipped the metal card over and dialed the numbers engraved on the back. Reaching in his pocket he grabbed a new deck of cards and started shuffling them one-handed while the phone continued to ring. Finally someone picked up.
"Yes?"
"Hey. Dis is Remy. He been t'inking about yo offa. Ya still wan'ta talk?"
On the other end of the phone Magneto smiled.
************* fin (the end) *************
Author's Final 'Deamon Lover' Note: So y'all- what do ya think? I hope it was worth the wait despite the fact I think I started this fic a few years ago (literally) and I kinda forgot about it for awhile. My bad. And sorry about all the shrugging, staring at the sky and loss of tempers. Writer's block is a bitch. Anyway- I hope y'all enjoyed it because this is my first and last Evo fic (all the other fics were written while I working on this) unless I get time to write my nine fic Toad arc. And considering the outline notes for the first Toad story are 18 pages long... I don't think I'm gonna ever finish it. I stopped watching the show anyway (Damn job doesn't give me the time. *grumble* fucking perkins *grumble*). However- if you like Inuyasha I've got a few fics I'm working on for that show and a Pitch Black movie fic that I'll eventually finish. But enough with the self indulgent plugs. Hasta y'all.
