A/N: Hey! I used to be Lady Godiva, but, due to circumstances beyond my
control, I had to switch names and e-mails. So, here is the same story
without the mistakes hopefully. This will be a Romy and please enjoy and
review!
Facts:
- Kitty is a sophomore (16). Kurt, Rogue (she is 16), Pietro, Wanda, Todd, and Tabby are juniors (17). Scott, Jean, Lance, Freddie, Remy, St. John, and Piotr are seniors (18- Remy and Piotr are only posing as 18 and they are really 19). Yes, the Acolytes do attend Bayville.
- This takes place after "Self-possessed", but months later during December of the next school year. Mystique is in control of the Brotherhood once again, but Pietro and Wanda are not apart of it. Don't forget Wanda does not remember her real past with her father.
- Mesmero is still after the third key and Charles and Magneto are still trying to stop them.
- This will have a lot of flashbacks that will explain a lot of things that might confuse you right now so just go with the flow and all your questions should be answered soon.
- Some of Remy's past will be altered to fit this story. There is no woman called Candra (if you don't know whom she is then ignore that name). Belladonna and Remy were never married or engaged. The Guild did not ask them to marry to secure peace and Julian (Bella's brother) left the Assassins Guild due to personal matters. Also, Remy has a sister. She is his biological sister and three years younger than him.
7:30 December 17th
Rogue was standing in front of her closet trying to decide what to wear. She rolled her eyes when she realized how much Kitty was beginning to rub off on her. But it didn't really seem to matter to her. Not much did anymore. She was beginning to be genuinely happy; not that she would ever admit that out loud.
Of course, a few people had noticed it. Those people mainly were Logan, Kitty, the Professor, and Ororo. Rogue also thought Kurt was beginning to pick up on it, but she knew how thick he could be, being a male and all. Logan only noticed it because he knew her so well, being a lot like her himself. The Professor could read minds and probably felt her happiness.
Rogue finally decided on an outfit. She took out a pair of low rise, skin- tight, black leather pants, a black leather tube top, and her green see- through over-shirt. Rogue slipped on her skin-tight black gloves and black boots. She quickly brushed her hair.
Rogue smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She had stopped wearing the Goth make-up sometime in late October and had actually gotten a bit of sun, though her skin was still a creamy white. However, she still wore the purple lipstick.
Pulling her hair into a ponytail and tucking the white strands behind her ears, Rogue headed out of her room. She grabbed her keys on the way. As she descended the stairs and headed into the living room, she saw most of the X-Men in there as well. Logan looked up from his conversation with Ororo.
"Where ya going Stripes?"
"Out," Rogue replied as she grabbed her black leather jacket from the closet.
"Where too?"
"Ah'm not sure yet. Ah haven't decided. Why?"
Rogue raised her eyebrows at the other loner. "Just wonderin'. Be back by 10."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Of course Logan. Ah wouldn't wanna violate curfew, now would Ah?"
Logan smirked. "Nope, not you Stripes."
"Later."
"Bye."
Rogue headed out the door and to her motorcycle. It had been an 'anonymous' present for her 16th birthday, but Rogue knew Logan had given it to her. It looked exactly like his bike, but it was black with green flames. And the helmet was green with white stripes, symbolic of her nickname.
Rogue rode off to the usual place. Once she reached the highest cliff, directly off the road, in Bayville, she parked her bike and waited. It was only a minute before she heard the roaring of another bike, which stopped as soon as it parked beside her.
The rider, an obviously well built male, got off the bike and took off his crimson red helmet. The bike itself was larger than Rogue's and was completely black. The only other color on it was crimson red words on the right side. The words said clearly 'Card Master'.
The rider was dressed in a very becoming outfit. His dark blue jeans were slightly tight and he had on a tight, black wife-beater that was covered by a tight, black, long-sleeved, button-up shirt tucked into his pants. And, of course, his trench coat was the completion of the ensemble. As he turned around to face Rogue, the rider smiled.
"Evenin' petite."
"Hey Remy."
Remy LeBeau smiled at her. He eyed her outfit approvingly as she did his. He smiled wider when he saw that her hair was up in a ponytail. He loved her hair in a ponytail, just as she loved his spiked, but messy at the same time.
Remy walked over to Rogue and pulled her to him, wrapping his muscular arms tightly around her small waist. Rogue, in turn, wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. She loved the feeling of being in his arms.
"So, we be takin' Remy's bike tonight?"
"Don' we always?"
"Oui, but Remy like to check wit' mon amor."
Rogue blushed a little at his words. She walked over to her bike and started it so she could ride it into their little man-made cave. She watched Remy charge a card and throw it at a certain part of a near by rock formation. The area blew and revealed a small cave. Rogue rode her bike as far into the cave as she could and then stopped. She walked out of the cave to Remy.
The two headed back to Remy's bike. He climbed on and then she got on after him. Holding tightly to him, more for the pure pleasure than needing it to stay on the bike, Rogue thought back to how they originally met as Remy drove off. She had no idea where they were going, but it didn't really matter to her. He was taking her out for their 'anniversary'. The anniversary of the day he walked, or rather wrote, into her life.
Flashback: mid-morning September 17th
"Jean! Hurry up! We gotta get inta the showa' too!"
Jean opened the door and looked at the crowd gathered around the bathroom door. She flipped her long, red hair behind her shoulder.
"You know, you all could exercise a little more patience."
She walked off leaving a pissed off Rogue, Kitty, and Kurt all trying to get to the bathroom. Kitty tried to phase and Kurt tried to teleport, but both stopped when Rogue began giving them her patented death glare. Rogue stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door.
She growled, angry with Jean for taking so long. "But we wouldn' want a hair outta place now would we?"
She quickly got ready, putting on the usual makeup and began brushing her hair. Rogue stared at herself in the mirror for a moment. Her green eyes stared back at her, glinting with the fire inside of her. But Rogue knew the fire was slowly dwindling; no one else saw it. No one else noticed how she was slowly changing. Only Logan sensed something was up, that she was not herself, but he never said anything. Rogue knew eventually he would, but she would merely lie and say she was fine.
Rogue sighed and headed out of the bathroom. She had her usual black tanktop and purple sweater on, along with the black pants and gloves. Kitty shoved Kurt out of the way and phased inside. Kurt scowled, but Rogue just kept going.
Heading to her room, Rogue used the little bit of quiet time to write in her journal. Yes, Rogue kept a journal. It seemed absurd that she would, but when you have no one else you can really confide in that would understand, you do weird and different things.
Rogue took her journal out of her nightstand. It was covered in black velvet with a silver rose on the front. Taking out her pen, Rogue flipped the journal open to an empty page and began writing.
Rogue poured everything into that book. She talked about her powers, her anger, and even her emotions. As she was writing, Kitty phased into the room. Rogue stopped writing and shoved the book in her near-by backpack. Kitty eyed her suspiciously.
"Like, what was that?"
"None of ya business."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Geez, you like don't have to get so upset."
Rogue grabbed her book bag and walked out. She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. She saw Scott and Jean flirting and scowled. Logan noticed and eyed her behind his newspaper. She sat down across from him and grabbed a donut.
Ten minutes later, the whole Institute was rushing to get to school. Kurt bamfed behind her motorcycle as she was getting on. He smiled at her.
"Care to give your brother a ride to school?"
Rogue rolled her eyes and handed him a helmet. "You ain't my brotha."
Kurt smiled and got on behind her. "You keep telling yourzelf dat."
The two rode off, followed closely by Jean and Scott in their respective cars full of the others. Rogue parked near the entrance and walked to her locker. Kurt saw Amanda, quickly thanked Rogue for the ride, and went to meet her.
When Rogue was unloading stuff from her book bag into her locker, some football player ran into her. Rogue scowled as her book bag crashed to the ground, the contents spilling out. The football player glanced at her in disgust.
"Watch it mutant."
Rogue glared at him. "Why don' you watch it. Ya the one that ran inta mah."
"You better watch what you say freak."
Rogue bent down and picked up her things. Standing back up, she took a step towards the jock.
"I'll say whateva I wannna."
With that, Rogue walked off. She left the fuming jock behind. Little did she know she had also left something of much more importance. Only one other person noticed this. Remy, St. John, and Piotr had been watching from a few feet. Only Remy saw the small, black velvet book she had left in her wake.
As Rogue and the jock had been arguing, the guy who occupied the locker beside her's had come. Unknowingly, he put his backpack down and right on top of Rogue's diary. The bell rang and he left, along with everyone else. Only the Acolytes were left.
"Come on, mate. We better get goin'". St. John and Piotr began to walk off.
Remy nodded, staring at the black book. "Gambit be right there."
Piotr and John nodded and walked to their classes. As soon as they were gone, Remy walked over to Rogue's locker. Bending down, he picked up the velvet book and stared at it. As he opened it, he realized exactly what it was and smirked.
"Dis is 'bout t' get interestin'."
Later that day during lunch, Rogue walked over to her favorite bench and sat down. She was getting ready to eat and decided to take out her journal, since no one was around. As Rogue was digging in her bag to find it, she panicked when it was obviously not there.
"Damn it! Where did it go?"
Rogue quickly walked to her locker and opened it. She growled when she didn't see it in there. The rest of lunch Rogue went looking for it and never found it. Remy LeBeau watched this and felt almost bad about keeping it from her. Almost.
Gambit had taken a special interest in the Gothic member of the X-Men. He had to admit she was not the most beautiful of the X-Babes (as he, Piotr, and John had begun to call them). No, if Remy went for looks alone, he'd be after the redhead. What was her name? Oh yes, Jean, but Gambit wanted more of a challenge.
He didn't want some perfect, preppy girl who'd love to be the center of his attention. Nor did he want some valley girl. They were both two easy and he wanted something a bit harder. Rogue was a perfect target.
And then there was that feeling he had everytime their eyes met. It was like some sort of connection that pulled him to her, not that he showed any sign of feeling it. But still, even the 'Great Heartbreaker', as his sister would call him, could not deny what he felt towards the 'bad girl' of the X-Men.
So, what else could he do but try and befriend her? Gambit smiled. Who knew? Maybe even more would come from a relationship between him and Rogue. Remy headed into an empty classroom and began to continue to do what he had started earlier. Taking out her journal and a pen, Remy continued to write his note to the Rogue.
Remy knew it was insane and that it was not likely that she'd take him up on his offer, but he had to try. He just had to see if there was something or could be something between them. Remy thought for a moment and then began to write. It was short and to the point, just how he wanted it.
Belle fille,
Here is your journal returned to you. Gambit promises he will tell no one of what he read. But Gambit does ask that you meet him before school tomorrow on the top bleacher around 7:30. Gambit will be waiting your arrival.
Sinceremente,
Gambit
Remy smiled as he closed the book satisfied. As Remy returned the book to Rogue's locker, he smirked at what her reaction would be. He didn't really want to know what she'd do when she found out he had read her journal. And he wasn't going to be around to find out either. Gambit took the necessary books and left school.
Rogue was looking at the clock in her French class, begging it to hurry up and alert the bells to dismiss them. Finally, the bell sounded and Rogue headed out the door when the others had left. Rogue headed to her locker and opened it. She was quite surprised when she saw her journal lying on top of her things.
Rogue opened the journal. She was glad she had it back but curious as to how it got in her locker. Rogue scanned the hall with her eyes. No one was in it but Amanda, Kurt, and Kitty. Jean and Scott were walking towards them, but no one else. Rogue flipped to the last page. She saw unfamiliar writing. After she read it, her jaw dropped open and then Rogue was pissed off.
"That damn. why Ah outta." Rogue growled loudly and, gathering the rest of her books, slammed her locker shut.
The other X-Men were looking at her in surprise. Kitty was the first to speak.
"Like, what's the matter Rogue?"
Rogue merely glared and stomped off. Kurt called after her. "Vait! You're my ride home!"
He said good-bye to Amanda quickly and headed after his angry sister. Kurt attempted to calm her down, but it did no good. She was sour the rest of the night and even Logan finally asked what was wrong, but no one was told anything but to "leave her alone" or "shove off".
The next morning came and Rogue got up half an hour early. She nearly smirked to herself.
'Well, at least I'll be the first in the bathroom.'
Rogue took a quick shower and got ready for school and her meeting with the Cajun. After breakfast, she left for school. Kurt would have to get another ride today. Once she parked her car, she walked to the bleachers.
At the top, she saw the Cajun sitting, waiting patiently for her. He looked great in his tight, black T-shirt, jeans, and trench coat. His auburn hair lay flat by his head, but he pulled it off. Gambit was smoking a cigarette and Rogue rolled her eyes as she stopped in front of him
"Ya know that's gon' kill ya one o' these days."
Gambit smiled. "Gambit didn' know ya cared, Chere."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "I don'. Ya can smoke that thang till the day ya die, just don' say I didn' warn ya."
Gambit smiled again. He noticed that she was calm. He assumed Rouge had gotten all of her anger out last night, which she had. But then he saw her expression change and he knew she was about to berate him.
"An' who gave ya the raght to read mah journal? Why didn' ya jus' give it back when ya found it?"
Gambit smirked. "Gambit couldn' o' done dat. Where's de fun? An' besides, if Gambit had given yo journal back to ya, he neva would a foun' out what he did 'bout ya, now would he petite?"
Rogue was torn between being angry and questioning him. She decided the latter for the moment. "An' what did ya learn about mah?"
Rogue folded her arms under her chest in a defensive stance. Gambit stood up and she noticed how tall he was. His 6'1" frame towered over her 5'6" frame. He had that look on his face. It was the same one that he wore the first day they saw each other. She had fallen for it then, but she wouldn't now. Or at least she would try not to.
"Gambit learned dat de Chere not as tough as she'd like ta be. Dat inside, she be waitin' for un ami dat will understan' her. And dis int'rests Gambit."
Rogue swallowed hard. She was getting that feeling again, the feeling she got whenever she looked at him. And now it was stronger than ever with the two of them staring into each other's eyes.
"Why are ya interested Cajun?"
Gambit smiled. "'Cause Chere, Gambit tink dat he jus' might be dat friend."
Rogue suppressed a look of shock that wanted to find it's way onto her face. She never thought she'd hear anyone, let alone the Cajun, say something like that to her. And the fact that it was so true nearly scared Rogue, nearly. Gambit leaned closer and for once, she didn't back away. His mouth was right by her ear when he spoke.
"Et peut-être plus. And da name be Remy, mon Chere, Remy LeBeau."
Back to Present
Rogue was brought out of her thoughts when Remy gently nudged her. She looked up and was confused when she realized they were at the school. It all made sense when she saw they were at the bleachers and a basket of food was waiting on 'their bleacher'. Rogue smiled at Remy as she got off the bike.
Remy grabbed her gloved hand and squeezed it. He led her up to the bleacher and they had light conversation and bantering while they ate his home-cooked, Cajun food. It was good, but they both knew Rogue's was better. However Rogue was content to just be with Remy and happy that he had been so thoughtful for their anniversary.
When the meal was done, Rogue laid back in Remy's arms and he held her tight. She sighed contently and they sat in silence for a minute. Then, Remy spoke up.
"Remy's family be comin' inta town dis Saturday. Remy want ta know if you be int'rested in meetin' dem, bébé."
Rogue sat up and turned to face Remy. "Ya family? Remy Ah'd love ta meet 'em."
Remy smiled. "Bon, 'cause mon père be anxious to meet ya. Da gatherin' be un petit formal, but Remy can get ya sometin' ta wear."
Rogue smirked. "Ya mean 'steal', don' ya suga?"
Remy laughed a bit. "Oui, steal, but where be da fun 'n buyin' da clothes?"
"All raght, as long as Ah get ta pick the dress."
Remy smiled. Rogue had become accustomed to his theft within the last three months. "O' course, Chere. Remy's family sure ta adore ya."
Rogue smiled. "How couldn' thay?"
Remy chuckled and then turned serious. "Ils vont vous adorer, tout comme Remy fait."
Rogue blushed. Remy smiled down at her and kissed her neck, which was covered by her hair. Rogue smiled. Remy quickly lifted her green, see- through shirt up to her lips. Remy leaned down and gently kissed her. His free hand wrapped gently around her waist.
Rogue groaned. She wrapped her arms around Remy's neck. She groaned when he moved down to her neck and kissed that through the thin cloth. Remy tightened his grip around her waist and pulled her into him. Rogue tightened her grip as well. After a few minutes, the two parted, panting. Remy kissed Rogue once more before gently laying her shirt back down.
They cuddled together some more before Remy decided they had to leave, or face Wolverine's wrath when he found out Rogue had been off seeing Remy every night for over the past two months. When they arrived at their meeting place, Rogue got off and got her bike. When she was about to get on, Remy got off his, walked up to Rogue, and pulled her closely to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist as instinct.
"Je vous aime Rogue."
Rogue was shocked, but soon recovered. She smiled tenderly at Remy. That had been the first time he said that and she knew it was genuine. Rogue pulled Remy down to her with one hand and with the other she lifted her green shirt up. Rogue kissed Remy and they slowly parted.
"Ah love ya too, ya Swamp Rat."
Remy smiled. "Remy be da Swamp Rat as long as you his River Rat."
Rogue smirked. "All right."
Remy held Rogue close to him once more before they parted and headed their separate ways. Rogue returned to the mansion on time and Logan asked her where she went. She smirked at him and just kept walking. No one in the mansion knew of her involvement with the Acolyte, not even Xavier himself.
A/N: I hope I didn't butcher the accents too bad and if so.sorry. Please review and I hope you liked the Romy! Translations:
Chere- dear
Petite- small
Mon Amor- my love
Belle fille- beautiful girl
Sinceremente- sincerely
Un Ami- a friend
Et peut-être plus- And maybe more
Bébé- baby
mon père- my father
un petit- a little
oui- yes
Ils vont vous adorer, tout comme Remy fait- They will adore you just as Remy does
Je vous aime Rogue- I love you Rogue
Facts:
- Kitty is a sophomore (16). Kurt, Rogue (she is 16), Pietro, Wanda, Todd, and Tabby are juniors (17). Scott, Jean, Lance, Freddie, Remy, St. John, and Piotr are seniors (18- Remy and Piotr are only posing as 18 and they are really 19). Yes, the Acolytes do attend Bayville.
- This takes place after "Self-possessed", but months later during December of the next school year. Mystique is in control of the Brotherhood once again, but Pietro and Wanda are not apart of it. Don't forget Wanda does not remember her real past with her father.
- Mesmero is still after the third key and Charles and Magneto are still trying to stop them.
- This will have a lot of flashbacks that will explain a lot of things that might confuse you right now so just go with the flow and all your questions should be answered soon.
- Some of Remy's past will be altered to fit this story. There is no woman called Candra (if you don't know whom she is then ignore that name). Belladonna and Remy were never married or engaged. The Guild did not ask them to marry to secure peace and Julian (Bella's brother) left the Assassins Guild due to personal matters. Also, Remy has a sister. She is his biological sister and three years younger than him.
7:30 December 17th
Rogue was standing in front of her closet trying to decide what to wear. She rolled her eyes when she realized how much Kitty was beginning to rub off on her. But it didn't really seem to matter to her. Not much did anymore. She was beginning to be genuinely happy; not that she would ever admit that out loud.
Of course, a few people had noticed it. Those people mainly were Logan, Kitty, the Professor, and Ororo. Rogue also thought Kurt was beginning to pick up on it, but she knew how thick he could be, being a male and all. Logan only noticed it because he knew her so well, being a lot like her himself. The Professor could read minds and probably felt her happiness.
Rogue finally decided on an outfit. She took out a pair of low rise, skin- tight, black leather pants, a black leather tube top, and her green see- through over-shirt. Rogue slipped on her skin-tight black gloves and black boots. She quickly brushed her hair.
Rogue smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She had stopped wearing the Goth make-up sometime in late October and had actually gotten a bit of sun, though her skin was still a creamy white. However, she still wore the purple lipstick.
Pulling her hair into a ponytail and tucking the white strands behind her ears, Rogue headed out of her room. She grabbed her keys on the way. As she descended the stairs and headed into the living room, she saw most of the X-Men in there as well. Logan looked up from his conversation with Ororo.
"Where ya going Stripes?"
"Out," Rogue replied as she grabbed her black leather jacket from the closet.
"Where too?"
"Ah'm not sure yet. Ah haven't decided. Why?"
Rogue raised her eyebrows at the other loner. "Just wonderin'. Be back by 10."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Of course Logan. Ah wouldn't wanna violate curfew, now would Ah?"
Logan smirked. "Nope, not you Stripes."
"Later."
"Bye."
Rogue headed out the door and to her motorcycle. It had been an 'anonymous' present for her 16th birthday, but Rogue knew Logan had given it to her. It looked exactly like his bike, but it was black with green flames. And the helmet was green with white stripes, symbolic of her nickname.
Rogue rode off to the usual place. Once she reached the highest cliff, directly off the road, in Bayville, she parked her bike and waited. It was only a minute before she heard the roaring of another bike, which stopped as soon as it parked beside her.
The rider, an obviously well built male, got off the bike and took off his crimson red helmet. The bike itself was larger than Rogue's and was completely black. The only other color on it was crimson red words on the right side. The words said clearly 'Card Master'.
The rider was dressed in a very becoming outfit. His dark blue jeans were slightly tight and he had on a tight, black wife-beater that was covered by a tight, black, long-sleeved, button-up shirt tucked into his pants. And, of course, his trench coat was the completion of the ensemble. As he turned around to face Rogue, the rider smiled.
"Evenin' petite."
"Hey Remy."
Remy LeBeau smiled at her. He eyed her outfit approvingly as she did his. He smiled wider when he saw that her hair was up in a ponytail. He loved her hair in a ponytail, just as she loved his spiked, but messy at the same time.
Remy walked over to Rogue and pulled her to him, wrapping his muscular arms tightly around her small waist. Rogue, in turn, wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled. She loved the feeling of being in his arms.
"So, we be takin' Remy's bike tonight?"
"Don' we always?"
"Oui, but Remy like to check wit' mon amor."
Rogue blushed a little at his words. She walked over to her bike and started it so she could ride it into their little man-made cave. She watched Remy charge a card and throw it at a certain part of a near by rock formation. The area blew and revealed a small cave. Rogue rode her bike as far into the cave as she could and then stopped. She walked out of the cave to Remy.
The two headed back to Remy's bike. He climbed on and then she got on after him. Holding tightly to him, more for the pure pleasure than needing it to stay on the bike, Rogue thought back to how they originally met as Remy drove off. She had no idea where they were going, but it didn't really matter to her. He was taking her out for their 'anniversary'. The anniversary of the day he walked, or rather wrote, into her life.
Flashback: mid-morning September 17th
"Jean! Hurry up! We gotta get inta the showa' too!"
Jean opened the door and looked at the crowd gathered around the bathroom door. She flipped her long, red hair behind her shoulder.
"You know, you all could exercise a little more patience."
She walked off leaving a pissed off Rogue, Kitty, and Kurt all trying to get to the bathroom. Kitty tried to phase and Kurt tried to teleport, but both stopped when Rogue began giving them her patented death glare. Rogue stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door.
She growled, angry with Jean for taking so long. "But we wouldn' want a hair outta place now would we?"
She quickly got ready, putting on the usual makeup and began brushing her hair. Rogue stared at herself in the mirror for a moment. Her green eyes stared back at her, glinting with the fire inside of her. But Rogue knew the fire was slowly dwindling; no one else saw it. No one else noticed how she was slowly changing. Only Logan sensed something was up, that she was not herself, but he never said anything. Rogue knew eventually he would, but she would merely lie and say she was fine.
Rogue sighed and headed out of the bathroom. She had her usual black tanktop and purple sweater on, along with the black pants and gloves. Kitty shoved Kurt out of the way and phased inside. Kurt scowled, but Rogue just kept going.
Heading to her room, Rogue used the little bit of quiet time to write in her journal. Yes, Rogue kept a journal. It seemed absurd that she would, but when you have no one else you can really confide in that would understand, you do weird and different things.
Rogue took her journal out of her nightstand. It was covered in black velvet with a silver rose on the front. Taking out her pen, Rogue flipped the journal open to an empty page and began writing.
Rogue poured everything into that book. She talked about her powers, her anger, and even her emotions. As she was writing, Kitty phased into the room. Rogue stopped writing and shoved the book in her near-by backpack. Kitty eyed her suspiciously.
"Like, what was that?"
"None of ya business."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Geez, you like don't have to get so upset."
Rogue grabbed her book bag and walked out. She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. She saw Scott and Jean flirting and scowled. Logan noticed and eyed her behind his newspaper. She sat down across from him and grabbed a donut.
Ten minutes later, the whole Institute was rushing to get to school. Kurt bamfed behind her motorcycle as she was getting on. He smiled at her.
"Care to give your brother a ride to school?"
Rogue rolled her eyes and handed him a helmet. "You ain't my brotha."
Kurt smiled and got on behind her. "You keep telling yourzelf dat."
The two rode off, followed closely by Jean and Scott in their respective cars full of the others. Rogue parked near the entrance and walked to her locker. Kurt saw Amanda, quickly thanked Rogue for the ride, and went to meet her.
When Rogue was unloading stuff from her book bag into her locker, some football player ran into her. Rogue scowled as her book bag crashed to the ground, the contents spilling out. The football player glanced at her in disgust.
"Watch it mutant."
Rogue glared at him. "Why don' you watch it. Ya the one that ran inta mah."
"You better watch what you say freak."
Rogue bent down and picked up her things. Standing back up, she took a step towards the jock.
"I'll say whateva I wannna."
With that, Rogue walked off. She left the fuming jock behind. Little did she know she had also left something of much more importance. Only one other person noticed this. Remy, St. John, and Piotr had been watching from a few feet. Only Remy saw the small, black velvet book she had left in her wake.
As Rogue and the jock had been arguing, the guy who occupied the locker beside her's had come. Unknowingly, he put his backpack down and right on top of Rogue's diary. The bell rang and he left, along with everyone else. Only the Acolytes were left.
"Come on, mate. We better get goin'". St. John and Piotr began to walk off.
Remy nodded, staring at the black book. "Gambit be right there."
Piotr and John nodded and walked to their classes. As soon as they were gone, Remy walked over to Rogue's locker. Bending down, he picked up the velvet book and stared at it. As he opened it, he realized exactly what it was and smirked.
"Dis is 'bout t' get interestin'."
Later that day during lunch, Rogue walked over to her favorite bench and sat down. She was getting ready to eat and decided to take out her journal, since no one was around. As Rogue was digging in her bag to find it, she panicked when it was obviously not there.
"Damn it! Where did it go?"
Rogue quickly walked to her locker and opened it. She growled when she didn't see it in there. The rest of lunch Rogue went looking for it and never found it. Remy LeBeau watched this and felt almost bad about keeping it from her. Almost.
Gambit had taken a special interest in the Gothic member of the X-Men. He had to admit she was not the most beautiful of the X-Babes (as he, Piotr, and John had begun to call them). No, if Remy went for looks alone, he'd be after the redhead. What was her name? Oh yes, Jean, but Gambit wanted more of a challenge.
He didn't want some perfect, preppy girl who'd love to be the center of his attention. Nor did he want some valley girl. They were both two easy and he wanted something a bit harder. Rogue was a perfect target.
And then there was that feeling he had everytime their eyes met. It was like some sort of connection that pulled him to her, not that he showed any sign of feeling it. But still, even the 'Great Heartbreaker', as his sister would call him, could not deny what he felt towards the 'bad girl' of the X-Men.
So, what else could he do but try and befriend her? Gambit smiled. Who knew? Maybe even more would come from a relationship between him and Rogue. Remy headed into an empty classroom and began to continue to do what he had started earlier. Taking out her journal and a pen, Remy continued to write his note to the Rogue.
Remy knew it was insane and that it was not likely that she'd take him up on his offer, but he had to try. He just had to see if there was something or could be something between them. Remy thought for a moment and then began to write. It was short and to the point, just how he wanted it.
Belle fille,
Here is your journal returned to you. Gambit promises he will tell no one of what he read. But Gambit does ask that you meet him before school tomorrow on the top bleacher around 7:30. Gambit will be waiting your arrival.
Sinceremente,
Gambit
Remy smiled as he closed the book satisfied. As Remy returned the book to Rogue's locker, he smirked at what her reaction would be. He didn't really want to know what she'd do when she found out he had read her journal. And he wasn't going to be around to find out either. Gambit took the necessary books and left school.
Rogue was looking at the clock in her French class, begging it to hurry up and alert the bells to dismiss them. Finally, the bell sounded and Rogue headed out the door when the others had left. Rogue headed to her locker and opened it. She was quite surprised when she saw her journal lying on top of her things.
Rogue opened the journal. She was glad she had it back but curious as to how it got in her locker. Rogue scanned the hall with her eyes. No one was in it but Amanda, Kurt, and Kitty. Jean and Scott were walking towards them, but no one else. Rogue flipped to the last page. She saw unfamiliar writing. After she read it, her jaw dropped open and then Rogue was pissed off.
"That damn. why Ah outta." Rogue growled loudly and, gathering the rest of her books, slammed her locker shut.
The other X-Men were looking at her in surprise. Kitty was the first to speak.
"Like, what's the matter Rogue?"
Rogue merely glared and stomped off. Kurt called after her. "Vait! You're my ride home!"
He said good-bye to Amanda quickly and headed after his angry sister. Kurt attempted to calm her down, but it did no good. She was sour the rest of the night and even Logan finally asked what was wrong, but no one was told anything but to "leave her alone" or "shove off".
The next morning came and Rogue got up half an hour early. She nearly smirked to herself.
'Well, at least I'll be the first in the bathroom.'
Rogue took a quick shower and got ready for school and her meeting with the Cajun. After breakfast, she left for school. Kurt would have to get another ride today. Once she parked her car, she walked to the bleachers.
At the top, she saw the Cajun sitting, waiting patiently for her. He looked great in his tight, black T-shirt, jeans, and trench coat. His auburn hair lay flat by his head, but he pulled it off. Gambit was smoking a cigarette and Rogue rolled her eyes as she stopped in front of him
"Ya know that's gon' kill ya one o' these days."
Gambit smiled. "Gambit didn' know ya cared, Chere."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "I don'. Ya can smoke that thang till the day ya die, just don' say I didn' warn ya."
Gambit smiled again. He noticed that she was calm. He assumed Rouge had gotten all of her anger out last night, which she had. But then he saw her expression change and he knew she was about to berate him.
"An' who gave ya the raght to read mah journal? Why didn' ya jus' give it back when ya found it?"
Gambit smirked. "Gambit couldn' o' done dat. Where's de fun? An' besides, if Gambit had given yo journal back to ya, he neva would a foun' out what he did 'bout ya, now would he petite?"
Rogue was torn between being angry and questioning him. She decided the latter for the moment. "An' what did ya learn about mah?"
Rogue folded her arms under her chest in a defensive stance. Gambit stood up and she noticed how tall he was. His 6'1" frame towered over her 5'6" frame. He had that look on his face. It was the same one that he wore the first day they saw each other. She had fallen for it then, but she wouldn't now. Or at least she would try not to.
"Gambit learned dat de Chere not as tough as she'd like ta be. Dat inside, she be waitin' for un ami dat will understan' her. And dis int'rests Gambit."
Rogue swallowed hard. She was getting that feeling again, the feeling she got whenever she looked at him. And now it was stronger than ever with the two of them staring into each other's eyes.
"Why are ya interested Cajun?"
Gambit smiled. "'Cause Chere, Gambit tink dat he jus' might be dat friend."
Rogue suppressed a look of shock that wanted to find it's way onto her face. She never thought she'd hear anyone, let alone the Cajun, say something like that to her. And the fact that it was so true nearly scared Rogue, nearly. Gambit leaned closer and for once, she didn't back away. His mouth was right by her ear when he spoke.
"Et peut-être plus. And da name be Remy, mon Chere, Remy LeBeau."
Back to Present
Rogue was brought out of her thoughts when Remy gently nudged her. She looked up and was confused when she realized they were at the school. It all made sense when she saw they were at the bleachers and a basket of food was waiting on 'their bleacher'. Rogue smiled at Remy as she got off the bike.
Remy grabbed her gloved hand and squeezed it. He led her up to the bleacher and they had light conversation and bantering while they ate his home-cooked, Cajun food. It was good, but they both knew Rogue's was better. However Rogue was content to just be with Remy and happy that he had been so thoughtful for their anniversary.
When the meal was done, Rogue laid back in Remy's arms and he held her tight. She sighed contently and they sat in silence for a minute. Then, Remy spoke up.
"Remy's family be comin' inta town dis Saturday. Remy want ta know if you be int'rested in meetin' dem, bébé."
Rogue sat up and turned to face Remy. "Ya family? Remy Ah'd love ta meet 'em."
Remy smiled. "Bon, 'cause mon père be anxious to meet ya. Da gatherin' be un petit formal, but Remy can get ya sometin' ta wear."
Rogue smirked. "Ya mean 'steal', don' ya suga?"
Remy laughed a bit. "Oui, steal, but where be da fun 'n buyin' da clothes?"
"All raght, as long as Ah get ta pick the dress."
Remy smiled. Rogue had become accustomed to his theft within the last three months. "O' course, Chere. Remy's family sure ta adore ya."
Rogue smiled. "How couldn' thay?"
Remy chuckled and then turned serious. "Ils vont vous adorer, tout comme Remy fait."
Rogue blushed. Remy smiled down at her and kissed her neck, which was covered by her hair. Rogue smiled. Remy quickly lifted her green, see- through shirt up to her lips. Remy leaned down and gently kissed her. His free hand wrapped gently around her waist.
Rogue groaned. She wrapped her arms around Remy's neck. She groaned when he moved down to her neck and kissed that through the thin cloth. Remy tightened his grip around her waist and pulled her into him. Rogue tightened her grip as well. After a few minutes, the two parted, panting. Remy kissed Rogue once more before gently laying her shirt back down.
They cuddled together some more before Remy decided they had to leave, or face Wolverine's wrath when he found out Rogue had been off seeing Remy every night for over the past two months. When they arrived at their meeting place, Rogue got off and got her bike. When she was about to get on, Remy got off his, walked up to Rogue, and pulled her closely to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist as instinct.
"Je vous aime Rogue."
Rogue was shocked, but soon recovered. She smiled tenderly at Remy. That had been the first time he said that and she knew it was genuine. Rogue pulled Remy down to her with one hand and with the other she lifted her green shirt up. Rogue kissed Remy and they slowly parted.
"Ah love ya too, ya Swamp Rat."
Remy smiled. "Remy be da Swamp Rat as long as you his River Rat."
Rogue smirked. "All right."
Remy held Rogue close to him once more before they parted and headed their separate ways. Rogue returned to the mansion on time and Logan asked her where she went. She smirked at him and just kept walking. No one in the mansion knew of her involvement with the Acolyte, not even Xavier himself.
A/N: I hope I didn't butcher the accents too bad and if so.sorry. Please review and I hope you liked the Romy! Translations:
Chere- dear
Petite- small
Mon Amor- my love
Belle fille- beautiful girl
Sinceremente- sincerely
Un Ami- a friend
Et peut-être plus- And maybe more
Bébé- baby
mon père- my father
un petit- a little
oui- yes
Ils vont vous adorer, tout comme Remy fait- They will adore you just as Remy does
Je vous aime Rogue- I love you Rogue