*if you have not read my other fic Re-Born, may I suggest you read it
before this one*
~12 years after the last chapter of ReBorn. Aimée,17, is the spiting image of her pere Gambit and has an attitude to match. She has dealt with her life minus her dad, but when tragedy strikes her mother Rogue, is he the only one who can help?
La Fille
Part. 1
The Beginning of It All
"Now Mr. Beamers, concentrate, feel the power within you.tap into that ability." Storm repeated the last line in a calm tone. "Class pay attention to Mr. Beamers" She hissed, noticing some of them fading out on what was magic to her. A fair-haired boy stood in the center of the room his hands outreached and his eyes clamped shut, a look of determination on his face as beads of sweat rolled from his hairline. An ice sculpture of presumably a large bird sat in front of him, it too began to perspire. An dim orange halo surrounded the ice block, water beginning to drip from its sides, the statue melting before the class.
"That's enough Charles, good job" Storm sighed and turned back to her class. "Now that is true improvement, Apollo is beginning to assess the other aspects of his powers.who's next?" Her serious eyes flashed over the class, each student shivering at her teacher-esque glare. "Miss LeBeau.we haven't heard from you all week"
Aimée looked up from her notebook, smiling slightly at her teacher "Ms. Munroe, I hardly believe that last statement" Storm looked on at her young pupil, waiting for her to finish her statement "I mean after all, its only Tuesday" Aimée's classmates laughed at her remark but Storm was not pleased. Aimee was a beautiful teen; she had long chestnut hair that hung low down her back and pieces were always falling into her stunning face. An oval face shape held high cheekbones and almond shaped black and red eyes, a family gene. Her curvy, cream skinned body was covered with a navy, loose fitting, long sleeve sweatshirt, the neckline hand-cut to make it wider. Her khaki shorts were very short exposing her long milky legs, her feet covered with trendy blue sneakers.
"I doubt your mother would appreciate such a foul mouth" Aimée's grin slightly faltered, but she kept her cocky attitude on high. She hated when her mother was annoyed with her, not that she would let her find out about the tiny rift in class. The tension silenced the class for a minute, each waiting for the next move. But, the silence was sliced by a sudden buzz from atop of the teacher's oak desk. Storms clock had the signal.class was over.
"Well I suppose you will just have to wait until tomorrow" Aimée smiled and collected her text book, her best friend Dupe following close behind.
"Aimée" Storm began, grabbing the girl by the arm "I just want you to realize your potential"
"I do, I just choose not to be so stuffy about it." She snarled back, a trait she picked up from her mother. No one told her what to do. Lets just say Aimée had a severe authority complex. ---------------------------------------
"Mama?" Aimée's voice rang out loud through the halls of her mother's quarters.
"In tha' den!" Rogue yelled back, her southern accent contrasting Aimée's clear articulate voice.
"Hey." Rogue wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled up at her daughter, hardly believing her age. "Where ya'h been?"
She shrugged "Just another one of 'Ro's late night ability assessments" she quipped, tucking a stray hair back behind her ear. Aimée was obviously annoyed and exhausted. "What are you doing?" She asked, oblivious to the state her mother was in before she arrived.
"Juss goin through some of ma'h old stuff that Jean found when she was cleanin" Rogue said, hiding a photograph underneath the couch. Aimée kneeled and kissed her mother's forehead.
"Don't stay up to late, I'm going to bed"
"ain't that supposed t'be ma'h line?" Rogue smiled and hugged her daughter. They had a nice relationship, more like sisters then anything else. After Aimée left Rogue reached for the picture from beneath the couch, it portrayed a handsome man, who bore a striking resemblance to her daughter, standing with Rogue. They were both smiling in the picture, his arm wrapped around her waist in the serene park setting. Rogue sighed as her tears splashed the worn photograph; she shut her eyes and tried to remember the day, frozen in time by the picture. A jolt of pain took Rogue by surprise, her body locked and she gasped for breath a dizzy wave clouding her vision. It lasted for a few seconds but then subsided. She shook it off regarding it as nothing and hastily shoved the picture into the bottom of the box, relaxing on the couch.
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"Oomph" Aimée stifled a groan as she hopped from her second story window, it was two hours later and her mother had long been asleep. Aimée stood her correct 5"9 and straightened her leather skirt, she made sure her black leather boots were zipped all the way up and crept through the grounds of the Mansion. Her figure hidden by the shadows of foliage decorating the lawn. "Dupe" she hissed out loud, and popped up a boy, he was fresh faced with light brown hair and blonde tips, freckles dusting his nose making him look younger. Dupe wore black pants, a black shirt, and a long sweeping black jacket. "Jesus Dupe you look like a reject from the matrix."
"Yea, and you look like one of Christina Aguliera's video extras, where are we going tonight?" Aimée playfully smacked his head.
"Tonight.Dahling.we are meeting up with a friend of mine, we are going all the way to China Town."
"We're gunna get caught! Storm's had her eyes glued to you all week and I know she's going to send that bitch daughter of hers to spy on us."
"I can handle O'Rya, remember she has a little bit of Logan in her to"
"Yea and isn't he just a barrel of sunshine, lets get outta here, where's this friend of yours?" But he didn't receive an answer, Aimée was already halfway to the main get, and Dupe raced to catch up with her.
At the gate, leaning back on her classic mini stood a woman. She was shorter in stature, and had a pale complexion. Her dark blue hair bounced in curls all over her head. She wore dark black sunglasses that matched her tight leather pants, and tight blue top with off the shoulder straps. She smiled as Aimée approached.
"Hey babe!" she shouted.
"Shhh you'll wake up everyone here.this is Abe" She smiled, pointing at her panting friend. The woman lowered her glasses and smiled at the boy.
"Dupe." he said trying to act suave at the girl before him "Call me Dupe, and you are?" Aimée laughed aloud 'way to turn on the charm' she thought, knowing the two would get along.
"Galena." She raised an eyebrow "Aimée, I think Abe here will have to sit in the back" The two girls laughed aloud as they piled into the little car and roared out of the mansion grounds.
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Rogue could not stop coughing, with each breath she took her body racking with pain. She stepped out into the den, tripping over her box of old things, the photograph and a letter falling to the top, she reached for them both her arms going weak. Rogue's body slumped to the floor, one arm rolling under the couch, and her body going limp beneath her. Her head lolled back landing with a smack on the wooden floorboards. An inaudible whisper escaping her ruby lips, before she fell into darkness.
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~haha I'm back, and I'm back with full force!
-Foo
~12 years after the last chapter of ReBorn. Aimée,17, is the spiting image of her pere Gambit and has an attitude to match. She has dealt with her life minus her dad, but when tragedy strikes her mother Rogue, is he the only one who can help?
La Fille
Part. 1
The Beginning of It All
"Now Mr. Beamers, concentrate, feel the power within you.tap into that ability." Storm repeated the last line in a calm tone. "Class pay attention to Mr. Beamers" She hissed, noticing some of them fading out on what was magic to her. A fair-haired boy stood in the center of the room his hands outreached and his eyes clamped shut, a look of determination on his face as beads of sweat rolled from his hairline. An ice sculpture of presumably a large bird sat in front of him, it too began to perspire. An dim orange halo surrounded the ice block, water beginning to drip from its sides, the statue melting before the class.
"That's enough Charles, good job" Storm sighed and turned back to her class. "Now that is true improvement, Apollo is beginning to assess the other aspects of his powers.who's next?" Her serious eyes flashed over the class, each student shivering at her teacher-esque glare. "Miss LeBeau.we haven't heard from you all week"
Aimée looked up from her notebook, smiling slightly at her teacher "Ms. Munroe, I hardly believe that last statement" Storm looked on at her young pupil, waiting for her to finish her statement "I mean after all, its only Tuesday" Aimée's classmates laughed at her remark but Storm was not pleased. Aimee was a beautiful teen; she had long chestnut hair that hung low down her back and pieces were always falling into her stunning face. An oval face shape held high cheekbones and almond shaped black and red eyes, a family gene. Her curvy, cream skinned body was covered with a navy, loose fitting, long sleeve sweatshirt, the neckline hand-cut to make it wider. Her khaki shorts were very short exposing her long milky legs, her feet covered with trendy blue sneakers.
"I doubt your mother would appreciate such a foul mouth" Aimée's grin slightly faltered, but she kept her cocky attitude on high. She hated when her mother was annoyed with her, not that she would let her find out about the tiny rift in class. The tension silenced the class for a minute, each waiting for the next move. But, the silence was sliced by a sudden buzz from atop of the teacher's oak desk. Storms clock had the signal.class was over.
"Well I suppose you will just have to wait until tomorrow" Aimée smiled and collected her text book, her best friend Dupe following close behind.
"Aimée" Storm began, grabbing the girl by the arm "I just want you to realize your potential"
"I do, I just choose not to be so stuffy about it." She snarled back, a trait she picked up from her mother. No one told her what to do. Lets just say Aimée had a severe authority complex. ---------------------------------------
"Mama?" Aimée's voice rang out loud through the halls of her mother's quarters.
"In tha' den!" Rogue yelled back, her southern accent contrasting Aimée's clear articulate voice.
"Hey." Rogue wiped the tears from her eyes and smiled up at her daughter, hardly believing her age. "Where ya'h been?"
She shrugged "Just another one of 'Ro's late night ability assessments" she quipped, tucking a stray hair back behind her ear. Aimée was obviously annoyed and exhausted. "What are you doing?" She asked, oblivious to the state her mother was in before she arrived.
"Juss goin through some of ma'h old stuff that Jean found when she was cleanin" Rogue said, hiding a photograph underneath the couch. Aimée kneeled and kissed her mother's forehead.
"Don't stay up to late, I'm going to bed"
"ain't that supposed t'be ma'h line?" Rogue smiled and hugged her daughter. They had a nice relationship, more like sisters then anything else. After Aimée left Rogue reached for the picture from beneath the couch, it portrayed a handsome man, who bore a striking resemblance to her daughter, standing with Rogue. They were both smiling in the picture, his arm wrapped around her waist in the serene park setting. Rogue sighed as her tears splashed the worn photograph; she shut her eyes and tried to remember the day, frozen in time by the picture. A jolt of pain took Rogue by surprise, her body locked and she gasped for breath a dizzy wave clouding her vision. It lasted for a few seconds but then subsided. She shook it off regarding it as nothing and hastily shoved the picture into the bottom of the box, relaxing on the couch.
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"Oomph" Aimée stifled a groan as she hopped from her second story window, it was two hours later and her mother had long been asleep. Aimée stood her correct 5"9 and straightened her leather skirt, she made sure her black leather boots were zipped all the way up and crept through the grounds of the Mansion. Her figure hidden by the shadows of foliage decorating the lawn. "Dupe" she hissed out loud, and popped up a boy, he was fresh faced with light brown hair and blonde tips, freckles dusting his nose making him look younger. Dupe wore black pants, a black shirt, and a long sweeping black jacket. "Jesus Dupe you look like a reject from the matrix."
"Yea, and you look like one of Christina Aguliera's video extras, where are we going tonight?" Aimée playfully smacked his head.
"Tonight.Dahling.we are meeting up with a friend of mine, we are going all the way to China Town."
"We're gunna get caught! Storm's had her eyes glued to you all week and I know she's going to send that bitch daughter of hers to spy on us."
"I can handle O'Rya, remember she has a little bit of Logan in her to"
"Yea and isn't he just a barrel of sunshine, lets get outta here, where's this friend of yours?" But he didn't receive an answer, Aimée was already halfway to the main get, and Dupe raced to catch up with her.
At the gate, leaning back on her classic mini stood a woman. She was shorter in stature, and had a pale complexion. Her dark blue hair bounced in curls all over her head. She wore dark black sunglasses that matched her tight leather pants, and tight blue top with off the shoulder straps. She smiled as Aimée approached.
"Hey babe!" she shouted.
"Shhh you'll wake up everyone here.this is Abe" She smiled, pointing at her panting friend. The woman lowered her glasses and smiled at the boy.
"Dupe." he said trying to act suave at the girl before him "Call me Dupe, and you are?" Aimée laughed aloud 'way to turn on the charm' she thought, knowing the two would get along.
"Galena." She raised an eyebrow "Aimée, I think Abe here will have to sit in the back" The two girls laughed aloud as they piled into the little car and roared out of the mansion grounds.
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Rogue could not stop coughing, with each breath she took her body racking with pain. She stepped out into the den, tripping over her box of old things, the photograph and a letter falling to the top, she reached for them both her arms going weak. Rogue's body slumped to the floor, one arm rolling under the couch, and her body going limp beneath her. Her head lolled back landing with a smack on the wooden floorboards. An inaudible whisper escaping her ruby lips, before she fell into darkness.
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~haha I'm back, and I'm back with full force!
-Foo