AN: Just a quick note before we start, this is pretty much up to date with
the new episodes, starting after apocalypse's release and Magneto and
Mystique's deaths. This is in Rogue's point of view. Voices with a
capital V means the voices in Rogue's head.
Overridden
"It's my fault, It's my fault, It's my fault." The thought ricochet around my mind as I sat on the institute grounds, under a tree with my knees pulled up to my chin, gently rocking back and forth. It was picked up by the Voices and they each felt the need to give their own opinions. Pretty soon I couldn't even hear myself think because of all the noise in my head. I clutched my head as the volume grew louder and louder. "SHUT UP!" I screamed. There, it was finally quiet.
Ever since Mesmero had used me to free Apocalypse, the Voices had become louder, more persistent. Before, they were just there, in the back of my mind. Then near the time when my powers went crazy, they would come and go, until the professor had wiped them out of my mind. But now they were always there, and I could hardly sleep anymore. But at least things were quiet now.
"Bonjour, cherie. Is something wrong."
I jumped to my feet. I didn't like when people snuck up on me. "What do you want, Swamp Rat?"
"Nothing, Remy jus' came by t' pay the Xmen a lil' visit. But den Remy saw his Cherie an' decided t' talk t' her instead."
He took my gloved hand and bent forward as if to kiss it.
"Would you just leave me alone! I'm tired of people, I'm tired of voices, I just wanna be ALONE!"
The Voices were back. Scott, Kurt, Wolverine, and various other guys of the institute offering to pound him within an inch of his life, many of the girls telling me that Remy was cute and that I should go out with him. Other Voices too, all giving me opinions that I didn't want. Anger coursed through my body. My eyes burned and pain shot through my hands.
"Whoa, cherie, calm down."
"Would everyone just stop trying to tell me what to do!" A laser shot out of my eyes and hit Gambit in the chest. He flew back and smacked into a tree with a sickening crack. It was then I noticed the bone claws that were sticking out of the backs of my hands and dripping blood down my fingers onto the white snow.
"That's showing him, Stripes. He'll think twice about coming here again." Wolverine's Voice said, sounding smug.
"But he's not moving. Is he really unconscious? He'll probably be fine, er, eventually." I thought to them, shifting my feet guiltily.
"You wouldn' just leave Remy there, would ya cherie?" Gambit's Voice in my head. Great, now there was two of them. And the real one still wasn't moving.
I sighed and headed over to where he was laying in the snow. I noticed some of the snow around his head was red. Another pang of guilt shot through me.
"Gambit?" I shook him gently. Nothing. "Remy?" Well, at least he was breathing. "Any of you strong people wanna help me lift him?" Great, they chose *now* of all times to be quiet. I hoisted him over my shoulder and staggered for a few steps before regaining my balance. I headed back for the mansion and opened the back door into the kitchen, where everyone was eating lunch.
They all froze when they saw me. "Er, Rogue?" Kurt asked tentatively. "Not NOW, can't you see I'm busy." They continued staring as I made my way downstairs to the medi labs.
"Beast! Professor! Are you down here?" Beast came out of one of the offices across from where the examining rooms were. "Is he Ok?" I asked.
One of the Voices sneered, "Well, duh, of course he's not. You kinda smacked him into a tree." Why did I have to absorb Tabby?
"Well, he seems to be at least partially conscious. His eyes are open."
"What!"
"Er, Bonjour cherie." He said guiltily. I dumped him none too gently on the bed. I saw him wince as he landed.
Beast looked nervous. "I'm just going to get some medical supplies."
"Why didn't you tell me you were awake?"
"Remy a amié la bonne vue."
"What the heck does that mean?" I thought. Where was that Remy Voice when I needed him? "Uh, here I am. Remy just be mutterin' random french. It's nothin'." I mentally glared at the voice. "If you don't tell me, I'll find a way to hurt you as bad as possible." Remy's Voice winced.
"It means, uh, Remy liked the nice view."
"GAMBIT!" He nearly fell off the bed.
"She must be mad if she's calling him Gambit."
"Well, he did say something really wrong."
"Remy didn' do anyting wrong."
"And he said it in French, expecting her not to understand. How condescending."
On and on they went, getting increasingly noisy. It felt as if my head were going to explode. I fell on my knees. I heard the real Gambit, though it was hard to separate him from the other Voices. I screamed inside my own head. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" The last one was real, but at least it subdued them.
I climbed back to my feet, a hand still at my forehead.
"Rogue, are ya all right?" I glared at him. "What brought that about?"
"Nothing, but I figured out what you said in French."
"All that for a lil' French?"
"Don't change the topic. And don't try to use French to make fun of me anymore. I understand it now." I felt Remy's Voice cowering in my head. I realized that my hands were glowing and hid them behind my back so Remy wouldn't notice. "I'm fine, so let's not talk about it. And don't tell anyone." Remy wisely let it drop.
"So who were ya yellin' at when Remy foun' ya?" I glared at him. Should I tell him? He might figure it out, cause of what happened. I should probably tell someone about what was going on in my mind, but that would involve a level of trust I didn't have. "The Rogue", as everyone called me, didn't have trust. It'd been broken too much before. I was still hurting from Mystique's most recent betrayal, plus Risty. She'd been my *best* friend, and then she turned out to be Mystique. It still made me tremble with rage.
"I didn't do it just to spy, It was also-"
"Don't even start, Mystique." I could tell some of the others would have liked to voice their opinions. "*None* of you should talk." For once, they listened.
"Rogue?" Remy's voice brought me back to reality.
"Uh, It wasn't anyone."
"Ya were yellin' at someone."
"*No one* was there. Just *drop* it."
"Fine, fine, Remy knows when t' quit it."
"Why were *you* at the institute anyway?"
"Eh, you'll see 'ventually." He said with his typical grin. "Don' worry, nothin' dangerous."
I glared at him again. "Where did Beast end up?"
"He probably heard us arguin' an' figured it was best t' leave us alone. Probably figured if I was good enough t' fight with ya, then I must not be hurt too bad."
"We do not argue *that* much." He shot me a look. "Ok, so maybe we do, but that's no reason for him to run off and leave me alone with you."
"Yeah, when is that treatmen' comin'?" He asked, grinning again.
"You want a *real* treatment?" I asked threateningly, raising my fist.
"Non, Remy's will endure through th' pain. Though a little ice would be nice."
I rolled my eyes. Remy had to be the most annoying person on the planet. I hoped he didn't notice how the refrigerator opened before I even reached it. We were saved further argument by Kurt popping in. "Someone is as the door that you might want to see. Oh and bring *him*." Kurt teleported away.
"You heard him, let's go." I moved towards the door, but stopped as I heard a sharp intake of breath. Remy was sitting up, with a hand on his ribs, wincing at the pain.
"Aww, Rogue, like, you so have to go help him."
"Kitty's right, for once. It's the right thing to do." Jean's Voice added to the increasing noise in my head.
"You did do this to him. *I'd* never hurt anyone that hot."
"We don't need your input, Tabby. Leave Mein sister alone."
"Kurt did say it was urgent. You should go help him."
"I'd leave him, Stripes. He deserved what he got and if he's suffering for it, its his own fault."
"If I help him, will you guys be quiet." Mostly Voices of consent. I sighed, and went over to Remy's bedside. He had managed to slide out of his bed by now.
"Need some help?" He gave me a pained smile.
"Decided t' be friendly, eh cherie?"
"No, just don't feel like arguing." I said, grudginly taking one of his arms and putting it over my shoulder while sliding one of my arms around his waist so he could lean some of his weight on me. Grr, I hate touching people.
"Arguin' wit who?"
"OK, new rule, no more asking questions. At all."
"Aww, how come?"
"Wha'd I say about questions?"
At least we had made it upstairs before the argument got too heated or too many Voices got involved. Still standing in the doorway were two people that could only make the arguments around here words. "What the heck are you guys doing here?"
"I thought you said no questions, Cherie." I dumped Remy onto a couch and turned to address the two. John and Piotr. ANA: YaY! So, how'd ya like it? Gambits was the only accent I attempted and I don't think it worked too good. Oh well, C'est la vid (or however you say that's life in French)
Overridden
"It's my fault, It's my fault, It's my fault." The thought ricochet around my mind as I sat on the institute grounds, under a tree with my knees pulled up to my chin, gently rocking back and forth. It was picked up by the Voices and they each felt the need to give their own opinions. Pretty soon I couldn't even hear myself think because of all the noise in my head. I clutched my head as the volume grew louder and louder. "SHUT UP!" I screamed. There, it was finally quiet.
Ever since Mesmero had used me to free Apocalypse, the Voices had become louder, more persistent. Before, they were just there, in the back of my mind. Then near the time when my powers went crazy, they would come and go, until the professor had wiped them out of my mind. But now they were always there, and I could hardly sleep anymore. But at least things were quiet now.
"Bonjour, cherie. Is something wrong."
I jumped to my feet. I didn't like when people snuck up on me. "What do you want, Swamp Rat?"
"Nothing, Remy jus' came by t' pay the Xmen a lil' visit. But den Remy saw his Cherie an' decided t' talk t' her instead."
He took my gloved hand and bent forward as if to kiss it.
"Would you just leave me alone! I'm tired of people, I'm tired of voices, I just wanna be ALONE!"
The Voices were back. Scott, Kurt, Wolverine, and various other guys of the institute offering to pound him within an inch of his life, many of the girls telling me that Remy was cute and that I should go out with him. Other Voices too, all giving me opinions that I didn't want. Anger coursed through my body. My eyes burned and pain shot through my hands.
"Whoa, cherie, calm down."
"Would everyone just stop trying to tell me what to do!" A laser shot out of my eyes and hit Gambit in the chest. He flew back and smacked into a tree with a sickening crack. It was then I noticed the bone claws that were sticking out of the backs of my hands and dripping blood down my fingers onto the white snow.
"That's showing him, Stripes. He'll think twice about coming here again." Wolverine's Voice said, sounding smug.
"But he's not moving. Is he really unconscious? He'll probably be fine, er, eventually." I thought to them, shifting my feet guiltily.
"You wouldn' just leave Remy there, would ya cherie?" Gambit's Voice in my head. Great, now there was two of them. And the real one still wasn't moving.
I sighed and headed over to where he was laying in the snow. I noticed some of the snow around his head was red. Another pang of guilt shot through me.
"Gambit?" I shook him gently. Nothing. "Remy?" Well, at least he was breathing. "Any of you strong people wanna help me lift him?" Great, they chose *now* of all times to be quiet. I hoisted him over my shoulder and staggered for a few steps before regaining my balance. I headed back for the mansion and opened the back door into the kitchen, where everyone was eating lunch.
They all froze when they saw me. "Er, Rogue?" Kurt asked tentatively. "Not NOW, can't you see I'm busy." They continued staring as I made my way downstairs to the medi labs.
"Beast! Professor! Are you down here?" Beast came out of one of the offices across from where the examining rooms were. "Is he Ok?" I asked.
One of the Voices sneered, "Well, duh, of course he's not. You kinda smacked him into a tree." Why did I have to absorb Tabby?
"Well, he seems to be at least partially conscious. His eyes are open."
"What!"
"Er, Bonjour cherie." He said guiltily. I dumped him none too gently on the bed. I saw him wince as he landed.
Beast looked nervous. "I'm just going to get some medical supplies."
"Why didn't you tell me you were awake?"
"Remy a amié la bonne vue."
"What the heck does that mean?" I thought. Where was that Remy Voice when I needed him? "Uh, here I am. Remy just be mutterin' random french. It's nothin'." I mentally glared at the voice. "If you don't tell me, I'll find a way to hurt you as bad as possible." Remy's Voice winced.
"It means, uh, Remy liked the nice view."
"GAMBIT!" He nearly fell off the bed.
"She must be mad if she's calling him Gambit."
"Well, he did say something really wrong."
"Remy didn' do anyting wrong."
"And he said it in French, expecting her not to understand. How condescending."
On and on they went, getting increasingly noisy. It felt as if my head were going to explode. I fell on my knees. I heard the real Gambit, though it was hard to separate him from the other Voices. I screamed inside my own head. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" The last one was real, but at least it subdued them.
I climbed back to my feet, a hand still at my forehead.
"Rogue, are ya all right?" I glared at him. "What brought that about?"
"Nothing, but I figured out what you said in French."
"All that for a lil' French?"
"Don't change the topic. And don't try to use French to make fun of me anymore. I understand it now." I felt Remy's Voice cowering in my head. I realized that my hands were glowing and hid them behind my back so Remy wouldn't notice. "I'm fine, so let's not talk about it. And don't tell anyone." Remy wisely let it drop.
"So who were ya yellin' at when Remy foun' ya?" I glared at him. Should I tell him? He might figure it out, cause of what happened. I should probably tell someone about what was going on in my mind, but that would involve a level of trust I didn't have. "The Rogue", as everyone called me, didn't have trust. It'd been broken too much before. I was still hurting from Mystique's most recent betrayal, plus Risty. She'd been my *best* friend, and then she turned out to be Mystique. It still made me tremble with rage.
"I didn't do it just to spy, It was also-"
"Don't even start, Mystique." I could tell some of the others would have liked to voice their opinions. "*None* of you should talk." For once, they listened.
"Rogue?" Remy's voice brought me back to reality.
"Uh, It wasn't anyone."
"Ya were yellin' at someone."
"*No one* was there. Just *drop* it."
"Fine, fine, Remy knows when t' quit it."
"Why were *you* at the institute anyway?"
"Eh, you'll see 'ventually." He said with his typical grin. "Don' worry, nothin' dangerous."
I glared at him again. "Where did Beast end up?"
"He probably heard us arguin' an' figured it was best t' leave us alone. Probably figured if I was good enough t' fight with ya, then I must not be hurt too bad."
"We do not argue *that* much." He shot me a look. "Ok, so maybe we do, but that's no reason for him to run off and leave me alone with you."
"Yeah, when is that treatmen' comin'?" He asked, grinning again.
"You want a *real* treatment?" I asked threateningly, raising my fist.
"Non, Remy's will endure through th' pain. Though a little ice would be nice."
I rolled my eyes. Remy had to be the most annoying person on the planet. I hoped he didn't notice how the refrigerator opened before I even reached it. We were saved further argument by Kurt popping in. "Someone is as the door that you might want to see. Oh and bring *him*." Kurt teleported away.
"You heard him, let's go." I moved towards the door, but stopped as I heard a sharp intake of breath. Remy was sitting up, with a hand on his ribs, wincing at the pain.
"Aww, Rogue, like, you so have to go help him."
"Kitty's right, for once. It's the right thing to do." Jean's Voice added to the increasing noise in my head.
"You did do this to him. *I'd* never hurt anyone that hot."
"We don't need your input, Tabby. Leave Mein sister alone."
"Kurt did say it was urgent. You should go help him."
"I'd leave him, Stripes. He deserved what he got and if he's suffering for it, its his own fault."
"If I help him, will you guys be quiet." Mostly Voices of consent. I sighed, and went over to Remy's bedside. He had managed to slide out of his bed by now.
"Need some help?" He gave me a pained smile.
"Decided t' be friendly, eh cherie?"
"No, just don't feel like arguing." I said, grudginly taking one of his arms and putting it over my shoulder while sliding one of my arms around his waist so he could lean some of his weight on me. Grr, I hate touching people.
"Arguin' wit who?"
"OK, new rule, no more asking questions. At all."
"Aww, how come?"
"Wha'd I say about questions?"
At least we had made it upstairs before the argument got too heated or too many Voices got involved. Still standing in the doorway were two people that could only make the arguments around here words. "What the heck are you guys doing here?"
"I thought you said no questions, Cherie." I dumped Remy onto a couch and turned to address the two. John and Piotr. ANA: YaY! So, how'd ya like it? Gambits was the only accent I attempted and I don't think it worked too good. Oh well, C'est la vid (or however you say that's life in French)