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Disclaimer – I don't own X-Men: Evolution
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"We're goin' ta be in so much trouble."
"'Dey won' notice."
"Ah think someone is gonna notice that someone tampered with the heat."
"Mon dieu! It was at sixty degrees. I was startin' t' see mon own breath!"
"That was the smoke from yoah cigarette."
"I t'ink yo're seein' t'ings."
"An' yoah one step away from gettin' pushed down the stairs."
"If I go down, y' be goin' down wit' me, Roguey."
"Then yoah goin' ta get an ass kickin' at the end o' the stairs."
"Wouldn' have it any other way, mon chére."
Rogue came to a stop when they reached the top of the stairs. "Wow, it's really gettin' hot in here."
"It is?" He asked, stopping a few feet in front of her. "'Dat mean we can take off all our clothes?"
She didn't even smile nor laugh. "Ah'm serious." She brought her fingertips up to her forehead. She felt perspiration. "Ah'm sweatin'."
"We jus' turned up 'de heat." He walked towards her and placed a hand on her forehead. It felt warm. "Merde. Y' have a fever."
Rogue grunted. "Yeah, okay. Let's go." He grabbed her arm. "Remy."
"Y' have a fever."
"Ah'm fine."
"Y' have a fever."
"An' Ah said Ah was fine." Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she fainted right into his arms.
"Rogue!"
She looked up at him with a small smirk placed on her lips. "Told ya Ah was fine."
He gave her a look.
"What? Ah don't need ya in mah head ta tell me when ta faint." She thought of the time with Jean, then she thought about Jean and Scott, and then she felt sick. "If it helps.." She trailed off, resting her head on his shoulder. "Ah'm.. tired.." Rogue thought Remy said something but his voice seemed too far away, so without a care, she drifted off into unconsciousness.
"Rogue?" Remy slowly shook her. There was no way she could fall asleep just like that. Then again, she was in his arms. Who wouldn't fall asleep in Remy's arms?
***
Bright lights. That is the last thing you want to see right after you wake up. Especially if you had a headache. The second Rogue opened her eyes, what was she greeted with? Bright lights. She let out a soft groan then closed her eyes.
"Roguey?" They opened up to see a concerned Remy staring down at her. "Y' okay now? I don' t'ink yo're fine." He paused. "Well, y' are fine jus' not physically.. o' probably even men.. men.."
"Mentally." She heard Hank correct him. Correcting Remy was Rogue's job, not the blue hairy mans job! "Oh my stars. How are you Rogue? You've been out for quite a while."
"Ah have?" They both nodded. "Well, ain't that grand."
"If you'll both excuse me, I have to go fix the thermostat. It's been nearly two days since anyone has cared to fix it." He glanced at Remy as he walked out of the room. "I don't know who would've turned the heat up.."
Remy didn't answer; he was too busy staring down at Rogue. Hank just laughed and walked out of the room and down the hall, leaving the two alone.
"Y' had a high fever." She just shrugged. "I was worried."
"Ah feel weak." Her voice cracked. "An' Ah think Ah know what's causin' it." He just stared at her with his red-on-black eyes. She brought her fingers up to the black 'choker' that was strapped around her neck. He blinked in confusion.
"If it be hurtin' y' 'den why.." He shook his head. "If 'dis t'ing is harmin' y' 'den I don' want it to be on."
"But without it Ah can't touch ya."
"'Den I guess we goin' t' have t' avoid skin-t'-skin.. Remy likes snuggling bett'r.."
"But Ah want ta touch ya." She reached up and touched his face with her bare hand. "Rem.. Ah.."
"Roguey, we have other obstacles too, y'know."
"Like what?"
"Scott."
She raised a brow. "Scott?"
"Oui. He was starin' at me 'de other day. I t'ink he has a crush on me."
Rogue couldn't help but to laugh. "Right. Like he would cheat on his beloved Nurse Jean."
"Y'know.." Remy rubbed his chin. "I t'ink 'dat could be used fo' blackmail."
"Do we dare?"
They both smirk and nodded at each other.
***
"Ah can't get it off."
"Cut it off?"
"If ya want me ta kill mahself by that then okay." She mumbled sarcastically. "It's like it's attached ta mah skin."
"So cuttin' it off ain't a option?"
"Remy."
"Jus' askin'!"
"Ya want me ta die? Ah'm wounded."
"'Ey! 'Dat's my line!"
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"Are y' sure yo'r okay?"
"Yeah an' if ya don't put me down Ah'm gonna hurt ya!"
"Good hurt or a bad hurt?" She managed to elbow him in the chest – hard. "Oh, 'dat kind o' hurt." He set her down on her feet. "Y' sure, Roguey? Y' look a li'l pale.. 'den again.. y' always look pale." Remy placed his index finger on his chin and sighed as he studied Rogue's face. "Well, y' look paler 'den usual."
"An' ya look more dead than usual." She took a step forward then just sighed. "Ah'm going ta bed." Before he could say anything, she walked away and into her room.
"Wow." Kitty phased through the white wall and stood next to Gambit. "She's going to bed without.. you. Something must be wrong."
***
Rogue plopped down on her bed. Her body ached, her muscles, bones, and even her hair hurt. She was tired, she could barely keep her eyelids open. When you're extremely tired and can't keep your eyes open, what do you do? Go to sleep, and that's exactly what Rogue did.
Gambit, who was sick of Rogue's creaking door, had Kitty phase him through Rogue's door so he wouldn't wake her up even through that was his plan. He walked over to her bed and sat himself down next to her.
"Roguey.." She didn't move nor stir. "Rogueeey." Still nothing. He scratched his chin. "Marie.."
"Swamp rat.." She mumbled in her sleep. He smirked and poked her. "Leave.. me.. alone.." He then was pushed right off the bed. He landed on the floor with a thud.
"Merde." Came his muffled voice.
***
"Why would anyone want ta love the untouchable?" Rogue asked herself in the mirror. She was back to wearing several layers of clothes and her make up was back. Xavier was puzzled to how the 'necklace' had just now started the side effects. It was practically draining her energy. For Rogue, getting to touch someone had a price to pay.
"Oh bitch, bitch, moan, moan." Kitty snapped, phasing right through the tub. "Gosh Rogue, why don't you, like, step out of the spotlight. The world doesn't, like, totally revolve around you."
Rogue's eyes brows arched up. "Why don't ya mind yoah own business?"
"Bad things happen to good people Rogue. Learn to live with it. Learn that you're not the only one effected by your mutant gift." She sighed at Rogue's questioning look. "Gambit. Your friends. Your family. It's like every time something bad happens to you, you take it out on us. Gambit really loves you. Not your skin." She took a step forward and started raising her voice. "He really cares for you Rogue. He cares for you. Not your skin. He knows by wearing that thing it's doing something to do. Something that can kill you. Stop complaining and open your eyes." Kitty then turned on her heel and left the speechless Rogue.
***
"What did y' say t' 'er.."
"Nothing."
"Kitty.."
"I just, like, told her the truth."
"'De truth?"
"Is someone calling me? Like, I'll see you later!"
"Kitty!"
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"If Ah put this on, Ah can take it off." Rogue said out loud as she slowly brought the razor blade up to her neck.
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"That's so not fair."
"Well, Pretty Kitty, it ain't fair 'dat y' won' tell me what y' told Rogue." Remy smirked hovering Kitty's prized necklace (Kurt had given it to her) in front of her face. It was charged so if she tried to grab it off of him, it would explode.
"Wow." She huffed, placing her hands on her hips. "I surely can tell you were a bad guy."
"Pardon?" He laughed. "I've done worse t'ings 'den 'dis Kit."
"Don't mess with a girl who can phase you half way through the earth."
"Don' mess wit' a guy who can blow up yo'r belongin's an'.. mess wit' other peoples emotions."
"You can what?"
***
"Ow." Rogue winced and bit down hard on her bottom lip as she pealed off the black chocker that had attached itself to her delicate skin. It peeled off a thin layer of skin along with it. Her neck was a bloody mess by the time she tore it all off. Her eyes were watery from the pain. With the choker clutched in her hand she walked out of the bathroom and down the hall. When she got to the medical room, where Hank was, she fainted.
(AN- Just thought I'd make this clear before any questioned started; She didn't cut it off. She cut into the thing then peeled it off.)
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"What did y' tell 'er t' do!?" Remy hissed staring at Rogue's pale face. A white cloth was wrapped around her neck.
"I didn't tell her to do this." Kitty hissed back. "Plus, Hank, like, said she would be alright so don't get your balls tied up in a knot."
"Why are ya talkin' 'bout his balls?" Rogue asked with her eyes still closed. Her voice was low and raspy.
A strange noise erupted from Kitty's throat.
***
"Are y' sure y' are alright?" Remy asked placing his gloved hand over Rogue's bare hand. She gave him a look. "Fine, I won' ask 'gain."
"Yes ya will." She smiled. "Ya said that las' time."
He thought about it and nodded. "Oui. But so what? It be a form of uh-uh-freak-tion!"
"Affection." She corrected and then laughed. "Gosh, What would Ah do without ya Rem?"
He shrugged. "Y'd be Remy-less."
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"It's going to leave a scar." Hank sighed after examining the raw wounded flesh around Rogue's neck.
"Oh yay, It'll remind me that Ah once could touch."
"Rogue, I'm sure that some day, you will be able to have skin-to-skin contact. Whether it's from your own will or some device that won't hurt you."
She gave him a small smile. "Ya think?"
"Anything is possible Rogue, anything is possible."
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"How do you feel?" Kitty asked shyly as she entered Rogue's room.
"A lot bettah." Rogue admitted then winced. "'Cept foh mah neck. Hank said it'll take a while ta heal."
"So you're not mad at me?"
"Foh..?"
"What I said earlier.."
The Southern smiled. "Naw. Ya told the truth, Kit. Ah jus' gotta realize the world ain't out ta get me."
"You've really changed a lot since you came here." Kitty crossed her arms and smiled. "I mean it in a good way."
"Ah know ya do." Things soon got quiet between them. Rogue was the first one to break the silence. "Thank ya Kitty."
Kitty nodded and slowly made her way out of the room. "And thank you Rogue."
***
"You know what day I'm dreading?" Kitty asked Kurt as she walked into the kitchen for a late night snack. Kurt was usually found in the kitchen.
"Vhut day?"
"April Fools Day."
"Vhy?"
"Rogue and Remy.." She sighed. "When they, like, work together.. They can come up with some evil plans."
He nodded. "Vhat will be a day of torture." They both nodded in agreement.
***
"'Tis a good t'ing t' carry 'round cards, no?"
"Stop stallin'. Ah asked if ya had a Queen."
"Queen o' what?"
"Hearts."
"Non. Y' are 'de only one."
Rogue grunted. "Hand over the card, Swamp rat."
He sighed, placed the card between his index finger and middle finger and handed it to her. She grabbed it, placed it with hers and set it down.
"Ah win."
"Lies!"
"Ah'm outta cards."
"Lies!"
"Sore loser."
"Non. Y' have a card.." He brought his hand to the back of her head, jerked his hand away and showed her the King of Hearts card that was placed in his hand. ".. Right here.."
"Cheater."
"Lies!"
Rogue then, with her hand, wiped off the cards off her bed and onto the floor. "Opps. Ah guess Ah'm the winner.." She gave him a look. "Since Ah was the winner in the first place."
"Lies." He crossed his arms and sighed. "Y' jus' can't get over 'de fact 'dat y' lost t' 'de great Gambit."
"Oh yeah, Ah'm sure that card was really stuck in mah hair."
"It was."
"Wasn't."
"Was."
"Wasn't."
He poked her. "Was."
She poked him back. "Wasn't."
"Psh. Lies."
Rogue leaned toward him, grabbed his arm and pulled him over to her. "Ah'm tired." He laid down next to her.
"So..?" Then he understood. "Oh. I get it. I be yo'r pillow."
"Yep." She answered, laying her head down on his chest. "Jus' remember.."
"No touchin'.. only lookin'." He smiled and placed her hand on her shoulder. His hand trailed down and rested on her hip then moved down and then over so it was placed on her ass. "An' touchin'."
"Remy.." His arm fell limply to her side. "G'night, Sugah."
"'Night.. Marie."
"Swamp rat." He heard her growl. After that they were both silent but both laying there awake. "So, ya goin' ta turn off the light?"
"O' yeah.. sure!" He leaned away from her and turned the lamp off. "'Dere y' go chére."
"Thank ya." Once again, things got silent. "What do ya think would happen ta ya if Logan walked in right now?"
"Decapitation." They decided in unison.
She laughed and glanced up as his eyes. "Ah think how they glow in the dark."
"Mos' people fine 'dat scary, Roguey."
"Ah ain't like 'mos' people' Rem."
He smiled. "Oui. An' I know 'dat now."
"Weee." She laughed silently (and made fun of the word 'Oui') to herself as she closed her eyes and slowly drifted off into a soft slumber.
Remy just blinked a few times and looked down at her head. He thought it was weird for Rogue to think he only liked her skin. He likes other things.. He placed his hand back on her ass and squeezed.
"Remy.." Her tired voice whispered just loud enough for him to hear it. He smirked and dropped his arm. It wasn't long until he too, had fallen asleep.
Remy's mind never shut down. No one knew that, even Remy. Even in his sleep his hand crept back up and rested on Rogue's hip. He was already in dreamland, dreaming about a certain white and auburn hair colored Southern. When Rogue shifted in her sleep his hand slowly made way up her shirt. Of course he was wearing his gloves—his gloves that had the fingers cut out. His cold flesh touched her warm flesh. It wasn't long until his hand jerked away.
Hard to believe during all of this, they both remained asleep.
***
The next morning Rogue was the first to wake up. She found herself curled up, facing opposite of Remy. She decided not to wake him up as she made her way towards the bathroom. Once she was in the bathroom, she locked the door and then walked over to the sink. She turned on the water and decided to brush her teeth. She hated morning breath. When she looked up into the mirror—she screamed.
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I wanted this to be at least 3,000 words long but.. it's close enough. Hey, it's 10 pages.. that's decent? Isn't it? :)
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(and yes.. I am an evil author.. that is in deed a cliffhanger!)