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SeungLee: Well she's not going to be happy about living with him, but she'll get used to the idea trust me. ~_^ Thanks for reviewing.
roguefan1309: So glad you like it. ^_^
Yumiko: I know I tend to rush, but from now I'll try not too it's a really, really bad bad habit *nods* Glad you like the story tho. *smiles*
Caliente: I know I thought that was a funny idea too hehehe. BTW loove your stories and anyone reading this needs to read Caliente's stories if you haven't they kick ass! *gives all her reveiwers cookies*
Anyhow Legal stuff: I don't own X-Men Evolution...I would like to own Remy though hehehe . Or at least borrow him *begs, smiles nicely bats eyelashes* Nor do I own the song for this chap Pink owns it. Looove Pink! That is the singer and not the color...the color's okay tho...
Okay...now On With the Show....*drum rolls*
~Telepathy~
'thoughts'
lyrics
Let Go.
Chapter 2: Just Like a Pill
Lying here on the floor where you left me I think I took too much I'm crying here, what have you done? I thought it would be fun...
Sunlight suddenly poured into the somewhat messy room belonging to two teenager girls. One of the girls was bright, spunky, popular and talktive. Her side of the room reflect that with posters of pop stars and princesses, her bed covered by a pink comforter set with hearts decorating it, stuffed animals every where and even a pair of pink fuzzy slippers on the side she always got in and out of bed from. This side was very neat and clean. Nothing out of place and everything in it's place. The other side of the room however was quite a bit different. Dark, gloomy, almost threatening like it was telling you to stay away. The bed was covered by a lepord print comforter set with black sheets, always unmade. No stuffed animals anywhere and clothes of dark greens, black, grays, and purples lined the floor as well as boots, gloves and books. Most of the books Anne Rice, Edgar Allen Poe and other dark gothic styled writings. The girl living on this side of the room was shy, a loner, unpopular and quiet. It was as though Two-Face occupied the room and not two teenagers.
Rogue rolled over, eyes still incrusted with sleep slowly parting, green orbs glaring at the world drunk in the morning sunlight," Gah...Who openned tha damn curtains?" She felt sluggish, tired and cold. Slowly her body allowed action, her senses swirling and before she could even fully set up the Southerner was back down again," Tarnation!" Cried the Goth in agony. Life just wasn't fair, in fact to be blunt and honest it down right sucked major ass. Groaning in pain, her muscles sore unwanting to move Rogue finally lifted her slender form from her bed and shuffled bare foot over to the balcony/window to reshut the curtians. 'Sunlight should be illegal' The seventeen year old thought to herself in annoyance. Once the task of shutting out the annoyance was done, Rogue slowly dragged herself back to bed not feeling very well at all.
Just as the Goth had got back under her covers the door to her's and Kitty's room was suddenly thrown open," Like Rogue, you missed the Danger Room session. Mr Logan is so mad...at...you..." Kitty paused. Something was not right with her room-mate at all. Quietly the freshman moved forward, brown eyes inspecting the older girl's face," Wow...you didn't like sleep with your make-up on did you?"
" Like no ah like didn't so like now go like away." Rogue mocked her fellow mutant's voice snidely. She just wanted to be left alone, she was sick. Trying her best to conceal her coughing and ragged breathing, the Southerner turned over and snuggled down into her covers more allowing only the top of her head to be visible.
The Valley Girl slowly shook her head," Rogue like come on. You need to get up you look pale...are you sick or something?"
Rogue groaned," Or somethin'...now Kit really leave me alone!" Came the muffled southern accent in anger. Yes she was sick and it was her own fault too, just what had she been thinking? Sitting out there in the rain like that...that was the problem she hadn't been thinking at all really. And then that damned Cajun...he had bruised her pride, damn him ,damn him ,damn him," Please, please go away...lemme alone so ah can rest." She was begging now how pathetic of herself.
A brow arched slowly and brown eyes became soft, gentle towards her room mate," I'll like go get Mr McCoy okay...if you're sick you so need to be down in the med lab." With that the brown haired girl bounded off leaving Rogue to wallow even more so in her self pitty.
" Kit...really Ah...Damnit." Ungloved hands vengefully tossed back the covers of her bed. 'So not fair!' Rogue thought to herself in frusteration," Why tha hell is she worried bout me anyhow...ah mean not like she wouldn't want me ta die or somethin'...least she wouldn't hafta share a room with no one anymore." The River Rat knew that wasn't true deep down she knew Kitty did generally care about her welling being, why was beyond her however, but it was appericated none the less. In fact it caused Rogue to smile just a little to think someone like Kitty Pryde did give a damn about someone like her. It was nice, sort of...
I can't stay on your life support There's a shortage in the switch I can't stay on your morphine 'Cause it's making me itch I said I tried to call the nurse again But she's being a little bitch I'll think I'll get out of here
Remy had been minding his own business for most of the morning, which was very much unlike the cajun indeed. His mind however was occupied at the moment, why hadn't Rogue been to the morning session in the Danger Room? Why hadn't she been at breakfast? He had missed her presence," Maybe Remy go check up on de fille..." He thought aloud, gaining a strange look from Bobby Drake who at that moment just strolled passed him and down the hall. Maybe she was in her room. Either way Remy decided to start there. With his brown trench coat trailing behind him almost cape like as he asended the grand staircase. Whistling some tune, the Swamp Rat slowly approached the door of Rogue and Kitty's room only to find it open. Still being somewhat of a gentleman Remy knocked," 'Ello anyone dere?" Red on black eyes slowly scanned the room, he could tell which side belonged to which girl even ignoring the fact Rogue was resting on her bed.
Rogue was fursterated still. Her mind was sluggish, not very clear, and rather swampy. Her eyes hurt, it took an act of congress to even get them to remain open past five minutes and her head was pounding like nothing else. And she couldn't breathe out her nose, it bugged her to no end to have to breathe through her mouth," Ah feel like a dumb cod fish with mah mouth open like this." Great. Now her voice was getting hoarse. Nothing else could make this day worse nothing at all...wait there was one thing," Oh go away, yer tha last person ah wanted ta see taday." The Swamp Rat. He could make even a good day bad as far as she was concerned.
" You don't sound so good Chere." Without an invite Remy waltzed into the room gazing about. 'An' 'ere Remy t'ought he was messy.' A long low whistle was drawn out at the clutter and mess that is Rogue's side of the room," Remy t'ink Roguey needs to clean her room oui?" A self satisfying grin slowly began to creep across his mouth, she was sick which meant she couldn't do much about getting him out of her hair," Chere got de sniffles den?" His demon gaze watched as she desperately tried to breath from her nose, but could not,' Hm. Dis 'elp." The fingerless gloved hands produced a silken hankerchef form one of the pockets inside his trench and handed it to her with a concerned look upon his face.
" Ah dun't need yer help Remy." The Goth scowled, pouting slightly. There wasn't a damn thing she could do about him at the moment, not one thing. Glassy appearing green eyes fixed on the hankerchef," Oh. How nice...but ah dun' wanna git it dirty..."
" Sure ya need Remy's help Chere." He laughed," Non. Dat's de point is to get it dirty Roguey." With a gentle smile, the Cajun rested the hankerchef over the girl's button like nose," Go on, be a good fille' an' blow so you can breath out ya nose."
She snorted at him," Yer funna ya know that?" But he was being aweful nice though. Really nice. Rogue shook her head 'Whut am ah thinkin'...' She grumbled in self thought. The hankerchef was soft and cool against her skin," Ah'm not a baby ya know. Ah can take care o'mahself." Against her own will, Rogue blew her nose into the hankerchef," Thanks." She muttered sounding a little less stuffy for the moment. 'He's kinda cute...wait whut am ah sayin!?! Ah'm must really be sick...' Quickly Rogue looked away from Remy, feeling embrassed to say the least," Ya can go away now..."
" Non. Remy take Roguey to de med lab." Once again the Cajun Charmer had the Belle in his arms, who was clad in her pajamas none the less," You feel really warm Chere, got a fever met'inks...or does Remy excite ya dat much?" A sly smirk over took the handsome face as he exited her room.
" Will ya stop callin' me that!" Desperately Rogue thrashed about in the young man's strong arms, but this action only served to tire her moreso," Ah can' b'lieve this...why aren't ya out skirt chasin' or somethin' ya damned Cajun." A bit of a blush slowly crept along her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose," It'sa fever ah assure ya don't excite me nor will ya eva." Huffed the Goth in defense of herself. She just wanted away from him, away from everything...her whole sorry excuse for a life period. It felt like everything she has ever done has turned into shit, worthless, and never good. Not worth even a penny.
Where I can run just as fast as I can To the middle of nowhere To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill Instead of making me better You keep making me ill You keep making me ill
He laughed again, his voice deep anyhow, but his laugh seemed to come from his toes and echoed joyfully," Non, Chere Remy rather chase you." He was amused by her frusteration, it made him all the more smug and determend because he knew he was the cause of it," Aw. Remy sore dat you no like his pet name for ya." He mocked as though she had wounded him badly, but then was quick to smile placing a gaurded peck on the top of her head," Jus' 'old still Mon Petite, we almost to de med lab."
Rogue was growing tired of fighting him, her muscles ached beyond belief and her throat hurt from verbally fighting. Folding her arms with a huff, the stubborn Goth succeeded to the Cajun for the time being and allowed him to wisk her off to the med lab. Part way to the lab, which was located down in the secret levels of the Mansion, the two southerners were met by one furry blue Beast and a very worried Shadowcat, who's brown eyes sparkled in delight at the sight of Remy attending to her room mate. Kitty found this all very romantic and thought Rogue to be a very lucky girl, it would be save to say that Kitty envied her room mate just a little; Afterall Gambit is so handsome, so mysterious, so...well such a hunk. However, Miss Pryde was not as naive as she appears to be. It was very obvious to the younger teen that Rogue was not enjoying Remy's company at all and why was beyond her. Kitty figured it was because Rogue was sick and she wasn't thinking straight. It never occured to the Freshman that just maybe her room-mate didn't want the company of the Cajun Charmer at all.
" Oh..Hey Remy, like thanks for bringing Rogue down here." Kitty blushed excitedly, a few giggles slipping out between each word," It was like so romantic and nice of you." More giggles.
Rogue was just about ready to gag 'Romantic!?! Ah'm gunna kill that valley girl gossip hound if it's tha last thin' ah do!' The River Rat thought bitterly to herself," Thanks fer bein' worried bout me Kit." A forced smile of gratitude was given, but her green stare was throwing daggers not just at the Swamp Rat, but at Kitty aswell.
Dr. Henry McCoy, perferrably called Hank or Beast stood there watching the interactions, he could instantly feel the tension in the hallway growing by the second and in a minute would need the aid of a chainsaw to cut it. If he didn't somehow break the ice now he might have three people in the med lab and not just one," I hate to break up this somewhat friendly chatter, but let's get Rogue to the med lab so I might run a few tests and diagonose her." The knowledgable blue Beast turned, his white lab coat flaring slightly as he back to walk back to where Kitty had dragged him from only moments earlier.
" You t'ink Remy romantic Petite?" The Cajun beamed and gave the girl in his arms a so-there look as he willingly followed the good Doctor down the hall. He could feel Rogue tense up in his arms and sighed,' Chere you need to relax, dis Cajun ain't gonna hurt you." The hand that rested protectively on the Goth's shoulder slowly began to move in a massaging motion," Jus' trust Remy." Came his deep cajun accent cooing into her ear.
I haven't moved from the spot where you left me It must be a bad trip All of the other pills were different
Maybe I should get some help...
She felt tired. Her eyes wanted to close, her body wanted rest, sleep. But not in his arms, Rogue simply refused to even argue the idea with her body. And yet she felt safe in his arms, comfortable...she could stay here forever. At his hand on her shoulder a relaxed sigh escaped her pale lips...maybe this wasn't so bad. Her head began to loll back and forth, fatigue wanting to take over, finally her head found a resting spot on Remy's shoulder, her eyes slowly drifting closed," Ah'm...so tired." The words left her mouth amist a yawn.
Remy just grinned. It couldn't get much better then this. A pretty Fille in his arms, sure she was sick, but still and the fact he was slowly wooing said girl was all the more icing on the cake. Now if he could just ask her out, of course after she felt better that is. Shifting her weight a little in his arms, he held her now more against him, his hand still working at her shoulder as he walked. His demon gaze looked down softly at the sleeping belle in his arms and a tune his Tante used to hum to him as a child back in New Orleans came to mind and began to quietly hum it now into Rogue's ear," Dat's a good Chere jus' rest an' relax." The cajun accent cooed once more in her ear.
Kitty remained very silent. It was probly the first time in a long time the teen girl had remained so quiet for such a long period of time. Brown orbs watched delightfully at the romanticness unfolding before her very eyes. It was just like in the novels she so adored. 'They are like so cute together' Kitty thought to herself, hands clasping with a dreamy sigh.' And like Remy is the perfect gentleman...wonder why someone like him was like working for Buckethead...'
Rogue was almost asleep, her body was so relaxed, so soothed, so at ease. However her mind was another story 'What am ah doin'?' Her body tensed up again," Stop tha racket ya annoyin' Swamp Rat." Instantly she was awake again, fully and rather pissed at herself for becoming so vunerable because of the likes of him! 'It's jus' cuz ah'm sick...ah'm not thinkin' straight. Yeah...that's it.' Of course the Goth was not going to admit that just maybe she was falling for the Cajun, esspecially with little miss romance novels around. That would be gossip sucide. The whole mansion would know in less than thirty seconds.
He sighed. She wasn't going to give up so easily was she? But he really didn't think she would, afterall all the things she had been through lately he would act the same if he was her. Funny thing was though in Remy's eyes he and Rogue weren't really all that much different. Both had pasts they'd rather forget, both had done some terrible almost unexcusable things in their pasts aswell. The Cajun felt funny knowing all about each member of the X-Men thanks to his fallen leader Magneto and them not knowing much about him, well Xavier knew things because he took Magnus's files on each Acolyte when he offered them hearth and home with his X-Men," Remy gunna sit you down now Chere, we in de lab."
Dr. McCoy was ready by the time Remy and Kitty entered with Rogue," Just place her here on the table Remy." Friendly blue eyes watched as the young man did as instructed," Now if you and Kitty could wait outside this will only take a few minutes." Hank watched as Rogue seemed very releived to have both other teens out of her hair and whispered a thank you to the large blue furred covered man, who inreturn simply nodded a your wolcome.
Remy nodded," Alright. Jus' take care of mon Chere good Doc." The debonare Theif bowed to Rogue, blowing her a kiss," Remy stop by later an' check on Roguey. get better chere." A hand was placed on Kitty's shoulder," Come on kit-cat."
" But..." Kitty grumbled slightly, but at Remy's hand on her shoulder she almost left the room willingly. Once the door had shut behind them the curious teen turned on the Cajun," So...you like Rogue huh?"
I can't stay on your life support There's a shortage in the switch I can't stay on your morphine 'Cause it's making me itch I said I tried to call the nurse again But she's being a little bitch I'll think I'll get out of here...
He leaned against the wall, he knew Rogue would be okay, that Hank was a good doctor and that he'd help her and that all she had was a cold. But Remy still couldn't help, but worry...he and Rogue had been through alot together actually and all thanks to Apocalypse. His red on black gaze slowly fixed on Kitty," Oui. Remy like de Rogue alot." Sure he didn't know her that well yet, but he couldn't help but like her, she was fiery, smart, and really quite pretty if she would just leave all that make-up off.
" You should like ask her out or something when she feels better." Kitty could tell that Gambit indeed liked her room-mate at friend alot, she also wanted to see Rogue happy and figured Remy might just be able to make her happy and not so gloomy and dark all the time. Maybe...and as the saying goes one can always dream can't they? Ideas were coming to the freshman's mind, ideas of how to hook up the two Southerners...or at least trick Rogue into going out with Remy.
"Maybe he will Petite...maybe he will." Remy slyly winked at Kitty.
Meanwhile back in the lab...
"Well Rogue it seems you've caught a very nasty cold." Beast was writing something down on the clip board in his hand," I'm going to get you some cold pills and send you back up to your room."
Rogue groaned," Can't ah jus' stay in tha lab?" She was almost begging at least down here she had less of a chance of Remy or Kitty trying to play nursemaids for her, Dr McCoy could do it himself.
" I think you will find yourself more comfortable in your room Rogue." Before she could protest this, Dr McCoy was already inviting Kitty and Remy back into the lab," You may return her to her room Mr LeBeau." With the flare of his white lab coat, Hank turned taking a pill bottle off a shelf and handing it to Kitty," I trust you two will make sure Rogue takes her medication and does what she needs to too get better?"
"Like sure Mr Beast." Kitty chimed in before Rogue could protest or Remy could answer for himself," And like Remy will help, his room is just across the hall from us!" The valley girl sounded all to happy and joyful about this.
Rogue mumbled a few choice words under her breath," This is so not fair." Once again her green gaze shot daggers at the Cajun as she was lifted from the exaiming table," Ah can walk ya know."
" Remy sure you can Roguey, but he rather carry you den risk ya falling and hurting yo'self." She began to squirm and protest again," Uh-uh Chere. Now you b'have or dis cajun gonna spank ya again."
Rogue's eyes went wide, her mouth creating a perfect o shape," Ya...ya..wouldn't dare..." Her voice was fast becoming raspy, such a shame if she were to lose it completely.
" Wanna bet Remy?" He grinned, challenging her. Rogue shook her head quickly no," Dat a good fille' now den you jus' saved dem pipes o'yours don' want ya losin' your voice no do we."
She scowled, she glared, she even gave him her best most scariest death glare. Nothing worked on him at all. Folding her arms, Rogue nodded in agreeance about losing her voice. No of course she didn't want to lose it. 'Damn him, damn him, damn him!' the Goth thought to herself. This was so unfair by her standards indeed it was bad enough Kitty would be there twenty four seven to wait on her hand and foot, but now so was Remy. A scowl remained poised across her lips for the remainder of the way to her room.
Where I can run just as fast as I can To the middle of nowhere To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill Instead of making me better You keep making me ill You keep making me ill
Author's Note: I know nasty place to end this chapter, it kind of leaves you hanging, buuut I've gotten a touch of writer's block. Now to explain about the song lyrics, they aren't always going to quote fit the chapter so to say they're more of to help desrcibe a little more on the way Rogue is feeling during the chapter..for example this Chapter she wanted to get away from Remy he's bugging her and instead of making her feel better he only seemed to be making her feel worse as in confused about her feelings towards him aswell as more sick because of her unwant to relax and give into him. Gotta love double meanings hehehehe. I also hoped I didn't rush this chapter...in order for me not to to rush it will prolly take me a few days to add a new chapter each time and also the fact if I try to write more then one chapter at a time I will rush it. Thank you for reading hope you review and long live Romyness!!! ^_^
SeungLee: Well she's not going to be happy about living with him, but she'll get used to the idea trust me. ~_^ Thanks for reviewing.
roguefan1309: So glad you like it. ^_^
Yumiko: I know I tend to rush, but from now I'll try not too it's a really, really bad bad habit *nods* Glad you like the story tho. *smiles*
Caliente: I know I thought that was a funny idea too hehehe. BTW loove your stories and anyone reading this needs to read Caliente's stories if you haven't they kick ass! *gives all her reveiwers cookies*
Anyhow Legal stuff: I don't own X-Men Evolution...I would like to own Remy though hehehe . Or at least borrow him *begs, smiles nicely bats eyelashes* Nor do I own the song for this chap Pink owns it. Looove Pink! That is the singer and not the color...the color's okay tho...
Okay...now On With the Show....*drum rolls*
~Telepathy~
'thoughts'
lyrics
Let Go.
Chapter 2: Just Like a Pill
Lying here on the floor where you left me I think I took too much I'm crying here, what have you done? I thought it would be fun...
Sunlight suddenly poured into the somewhat messy room belonging to two teenager girls. One of the girls was bright, spunky, popular and talktive. Her side of the room reflect that with posters of pop stars and princesses, her bed covered by a pink comforter set with hearts decorating it, stuffed animals every where and even a pair of pink fuzzy slippers on the side she always got in and out of bed from. This side was very neat and clean. Nothing out of place and everything in it's place. The other side of the room however was quite a bit different. Dark, gloomy, almost threatening like it was telling you to stay away. The bed was covered by a lepord print comforter set with black sheets, always unmade. No stuffed animals anywhere and clothes of dark greens, black, grays, and purples lined the floor as well as boots, gloves and books. Most of the books Anne Rice, Edgar Allen Poe and other dark gothic styled writings. The girl living on this side of the room was shy, a loner, unpopular and quiet. It was as though Two-Face occupied the room and not two teenagers.
Rogue rolled over, eyes still incrusted with sleep slowly parting, green orbs glaring at the world drunk in the morning sunlight," Gah...Who openned tha damn curtains?" She felt sluggish, tired and cold. Slowly her body allowed action, her senses swirling and before she could even fully set up the Southerner was back down again," Tarnation!" Cried the Goth in agony. Life just wasn't fair, in fact to be blunt and honest it down right sucked major ass. Groaning in pain, her muscles sore unwanting to move Rogue finally lifted her slender form from her bed and shuffled bare foot over to the balcony/window to reshut the curtians. 'Sunlight should be illegal' The seventeen year old thought to herself in annoyance. Once the task of shutting out the annoyance was done, Rogue slowly dragged herself back to bed not feeling very well at all.
Just as the Goth had got back under her covers the door to her's and Kitty's room was suddenly thrown open," Like Rogue, you missed the Danger Room session. Mr Logan is so mad...at...you..." Kitty paused. Something was not right with her room-mate at all. Quietly the freshman moved forward, brown eyes inspecting the older girl's face," Wow...you didn't like sleep with your make-up on did you?"
" Like no ah like didn't so like now go like away." Rogue mocked her fellow mutant's voice snidely. She just wanted to be left alone, she was sick. Trying her best to conceal her coughing and ragged breathing, the Southerner turned over and snuggled down into her covers more allowing only the top of her head to be visible.
The Valley Girl slowly shook her head," Rogue like come on. You need to get up you look pale...are you sick or something?"
Rogue groaned," Or somethin'...now Kit really leave me alone!" Came the muffled southern accent in anger. Yes she was sick and it was her own fault too, just what had she been thinking? Sitting out there in the rain like that...that was the problem she hadn't been thinking at all really. And then that damned Cajun...he had bruised her pride, damn him ,damn him ,damn him," Please, please go away...lemme alone so ah can rest." She was begging now how pathetic of herself.
A brow arched slowly and brown eyes became soft, gentle towards her room mate," I'll like go get Mr McCoy okay...if you're sick you so need to be down in the med lab." With that the brown haired girl bounded off leaving Rogue to wallow even more so in her self pitty.
" Kit...really Ah...Damnit." Ungloved hands vengefully tossed back the covers of her bed. 'So not fair!' Rogue thought to herself in frusteration," Why tha hell is she worried bout me anyhow...ah mean not like she wouldn't want me ta die or somethin'...least she wouldn't hafta share a room with no one anymore." The River Rat knew that wasn't true deep down she knew Kitty did generally care about her welling being, why was beyond her however, but it was appericated none the less. In fact it caused Rogue to smile just a little to think someone like Kitty Pryde did give a damn about someone like her. It was nice, sort of...
I can't stay on your life support There's a shortage in the switch I can't stay on your morphine 'Cause it's making me itch I said I tried to call the nurse again But she's being a little bitch I'll think I'll get out of here
Remy had been minding his own business for most of the morning, which was very much unlike the cajun indeed. His mind however was occupied at the moment, why hadn't Rogue been to the morning session in the Danger Room? Why hadn't she been at breakfast? He had missed her presence," Maybe Remy go check up on de fille..." He thought aloud, gaining a strange look from Bobby Drake who at that moment just strolled passed him and down the hall. Maybe she was in her room. Either way Remy decided to start there. With his brown trench coat trailing behind him almost cape like as he asended the grand staircase. Whistling some tune, the Swamp Rat slowly approached the door of Rogue and Kitty's room only to find it open. Still being somewhat of a gentleman Remy knocked," 'Ello anyone dere?" Red on black eyes slowly scanned the room, he could tell which side belonged to which girl even ignoring the fact Rogue was resting on her bed.
Rogue was fursterated still. Her mind was sluggish, not very clear, and rather swampy. Her eyes hurt, it took an act of congress to even get them to remain open past five minutes and her head was pounding like nothing else. And she couldn't breathe out her nose, it bugged her to no end to have to breathe through her mouth," Ah feel like a dumb cod fish with mah mouth open like this." Great. Now her voice was getting hoarse. Nothing else could make this day worse nothing at all...wait there was one thing," Oh go away, yer tha last person ah wanted ta see taday." The Swamp Rat. He could make even a good day bad as far as she was concerned.
" You don't sound so good Chere." Without an invite Remy waltzed into the room gazing about. 'An' 'ere Remy t'ought he was messy.' A long low whistle was drawn out at the clutter and mess that is Rogue's side of the room," Remy t'ink Roguey needs to clean her room oui?" A self satisfying grin slowly began to creep across his mouth, she was sick which meant she couldn't do much about getting him out of her hair," Chere got de sniffles den?" His demon gaze watched as she desperately tried to breath from her nose, but could not,' Hm. Dis 'elp." The fingerless gloved hands produced a silken hankerchef form one of the pockets inside his trench and handed it to her with a concerned look upon his face.
" Ah dun't need yer help Remy." The Goth scowled, pouting slightly. There wasn't a damn thing she could do about him at the moment, not one thing. Glassy appearing green eyes fixed on the hankerchef," Oh. How nice...but ah dun' wanna git it dirty..."
" Sure ya need Remy's help Chere." He laughed," Non. Dat's de point is to get it dirty Roguey." With a gentle smile, the Cajun rested the hankerchef over the girl's button like nose," Go on, be a good fille' an' blow so you can breath out ya nose."
She snorted at him," Yer funna ya know that?" But he was being aweful nice though. Really nice. Rogue shook her head 'Whut am ah thinkin'...' She grumbled in self thought. The hankerchef was soft and cool against her skin," Ah'm not a baby ya know. Ah can take care o'mahself." Against her own will, Rogue blew her nose into the hankerchef," Thanks." She muttered sounding a little less stuffy for the moment. 'He's kinda cute...wait whut am ah sayin!?! Ah'm must really be sick...' Quickly Rogue looked away from Remy, feeling embrassed to say the least," Ya can go away now..."
" Non. Remy take Roguey to de med lab." Once again the Cajun Charmer had the Belle in his arms, who was clad in her pajamas none the less," You feel really warm Chere, got a fever met'inks...or does Remy excite ya dat much?" A sly smirk over took the handsome face as he exited her room.
" Will ya stop callin' me that!" Desperately Rogue thrashed about in the young man's strong arms, but this action only served to tire her moreso," Ah can' b'lieve this...why aren't ya out skirt chasin' or somethin' ya damned Cajun." A bit of a blush slowly crept along her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose," It'sa fever ah assure ya don't excite me nor will ya eva." Huffed the Goth in defense of herself. She just wanted away from him, away from everything...her whole sorry excuse for a life period. It felt like everything she has ever done has turned into shit, worthless, and never good. Not worth even a penny.
Where I can run just as fast as I can To the middle of nowhere To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill Instead of making me better You keep making me ill You keep making me ill
He laughed again, his voice deep anyhow, but his laugh seemed to come from his toes and echoed joyfully," Non, Chere Remy rather chase you." He was amused by her frusteration, it made him all the more smug and determend because he knew he was the cause of it," Aw. Remy sore dat you no like his pet name for ya." He mocked as though she had wounded him badly, but then was quick to smile placing a gaurded peck on the top of her head," Jus' 'old still Mon Petite, we almost to de med lab."
Rogue was growing tired of fighting him, her muscles ached beyond belief and her throat hurt from verbally fighting. Folding her arms with a huff, the stubborn Goth succeeded to the Cajun for the time being and allowed him to wisk her off to the med lab. Part way to the lab, which was located down in the secret levels of the Mansion, the two southerners were met by one furry blue Beast and a very worried Shadowcat, who's brown eyes sparkled in delight at the sight of Remy attending to her room mate. Kitty found this all very romantic and thought Rogue to be a very lucky girl, it would be save to say that Kitty envied her room mate just a little; Afterall Gambit is so handsome, so mysterious, so...well such a hunk. However, Miss Pryde was not as naive as she appears to be. It was very obvious to the younger teen that Rogue was not enjoying Remy's company at all and why was beyond her. Kitty figured it was because Rogue was sick and she wasn't thinking straight. It never occured to the Freshman that just maybe her room-mate didn't want the company of the Cajun Charmer at all.
" Oh..Hey Remy, like thanks for bringing Rogue down here." Kitty blushed excitedly, a few giggles slipping out between each word," It was like so romantic and nice of you." More giggles.
Rogue was just about ready to gag 'Romantic!?! Ah'm gunna kill that valley girl gossip hound if it's tha last thin' ah do!' The River Rat thought bitterly to herself," Thanks fer bein' worried bout me Kit." A forced smile of gratitude was given, but her green stare was throwing daggers not just at the Swamp Rat, but at Kitty aswell.
Dr. Henry McCoy, perferrably called Hank or Beast stood there watching the interactions, he could instantly feel the tension in the hallway growing by the second and in a minute would need the aid of a chainsaw to cut it. If he didn't somehow break the ice now he might have three people in the med lab and not just one," I hate to break up this somewhat friendly chatter, but let's get Rogue to the med lab so I might run a few tests and diagonose her." The knowledgable blue Beast turned, his white lab coat flaring slightly as he back to walk back to where Kitty had dragged him from only moments earlier.
" You t'ink Remy romantic Petite?" The Cajun beamed and gave the girl in his arms a so-there look as he willingly followed the good Doctor down the hall. He could feel Rogue tense up in his arms and sighed,' Chere you need to relax, dis Cajun ain't gonna hurt you." The hand that rested protectively on the Goth's shoulder slowly began to move in a massaging motion," Jus' trust Remy." Came his deep cajun accent cooing into her ear.
I haven't moved from the spot where you left me It must be a bad trip All of the other pills were different
Maybe I should get some help...
She felt tired. Her eyes wanted to close, her body wanted rest, sleep. But not in his arms, Rogue simply refused to even argue the idea with her body. And yet she felt safe in his arms, comfortable...she could stay here forever. At his hand on her shoulder a relaxed sigh escaped her pale lips...maybe this wasn't so bad. Her head began to loll back and forth, fatigue wanting to take over, finally her head found a resting spot on Remy's shoulder, her eyes slowly drifting closed," Ah'm...so tired." The words left her mouth amist a yawn.
Remy just grinned. It couldn't get much better then this. A pretty Fille in his arms, sure she was sick, but still and the fact he was slowly wooing said girl was all the more icing on the cake. Now if he could just ask her out, of course after she felt better that is. Shifting her weight a little in his arms, he held her now more against him, his hand still working at her shoulder as he walked. His demon gaze looked down softly at the sleeping belle in his arms and a tune his Tante used to hum to him as a child back in New Orleans came to mind and began to quietly hum it now into Rogue's ear," Dat's a good Chere jus' rest an' relax." The cajun accent cooed once more in her ear.
Kitty remained very silent. It was probly the first time in a long time the teen girl had remained so quiet for such a long period of time. Brown orbs watched delightfully at the romanticness unfolding before her very eyes. It was just like in the novels she so adored. 'They are like so cute together' Kitty thought to herself, hands clasping with a dreamy sigh.' And like Remy is the perfect gentleman...wonder why someone like him was like working for Buckethead...'
Rogue was almost asleep, her body was so relaxed, so soothed, so at ease. However her mind was another story 'What am ah doin'?' Her body tensed up again," Stop tha racket ya annoyin' Swamp Rat." Instantly she was awake again, fully and rather pissed at herself for becoming so vunerable because of the likes of him! 'It's jus' cuz ah'm sick...ah'm not thinkin' straight. Yeah...that's it.' Of course the Goth was not going to admit that just maybe she was falling for the Cajun, esspecially with little miss romance novels around. That would be gossip sucide. The whole mansion would know in less than thirty seconds.
He sighed. She wasn't going to give up so easily was she? But he really didn't think she would, afterall all the things she had been through lately he would act the same if he was her. Funny thing was though in Remy's eyes he and Rogue weren't really all that much different. Both had pasts they'd rather forget, both had done some terrible almost unexcusable things in their pasts aswell. The Cajun felt funny knowing all about each member of the X-Men thanks to his fallen leader Magneto and them not knowing much about him, well Xavier knew things because he took Magnus's files on each Acolyte when he offered them hearth and home with his X-Men," Remy gunna sit you down now Chere, we in de lab."
Dr. McCoy was ready by the time Remy and Kitty entered with Rogue," Just place her here on the table Remy." Friendly blue eyes watched as the young man did as instructed," Now if you and Kitty could wait outside this will only take a few minutes." Hank watched as Rogue seemed very releived to have both other teens out of her hair and whispered a thank you to the large blue furred covered man, who inreturn simply nodded a your wolcome.
Remy nodded," Alright. Jus' take care of mon Chere good Doc." The debonare Theif bowed to Rogue, blowing her a kiss," Remy stop by later an' check on Roguey. get better chere." A hand was placed on Kitty's shoulder," Come on kit-cat."
" But..." Kitty grumbled slightly, but at Remy's hand on her shoulder she almost left the room willingly. Once the door had shut behind them the curious teen turned on the Cajun," So...you like Rogue huh?"
I can't stay on your life support There's a shortage in the switch I can't stay on your morphine 'Cause it's making me itch I said I tried to call the nurse again But she's being a little bitch I'll think I'll get out of here...
He leaned against the wall, he knew Rogue would be okay, that Hank was a good doctor and that he'd help her and that all she had was a cold. But Remy still couldn't help, but worry...he and Rogue had been through alot together actually and all thanks to Apocalypse. His red on black gaze slowly fixed on Kitty," Oui. Remy like de Rogue alot." Sure he didn't know her that well yet, but he couldn't help but like her, she was fiery, smart, and really quite pretty if she would just leave all that make-up off.
" You should like ask her out or something when she feels better." Kitty could tell that Gambit indeed liked her room-mate at friend alot, she also wanted to see Rogue happy and figured Remy might just be able to make her happy and not so gloomy and dark all the time. Maybe...and as the saying goes one can always dream can't they? Ideas were coming to the freshman's mind, ideas of how to hook up the two Southerners...or at least trick Rogue into going out with Remy.
"Maybe he will Petite...maybe he will." Remy slyly winked at Kitty.
Meanwhile back in the lab...
"Well Rogue it seems you've caught a very nasty cold." Beast was writing something down on the clip board in his hand," I'm going to get you some cold pills and send you back up to your room."
Rogue groaned," Can't ah jus' stay in tha lab?" She was almost begging at least down here she had less of a chance of Remy or Kitty trying to play nursemaids for her, Dr McCoy could do it himself.
" I think you will find yourself more comfortable in your room Rogue." Before she could protest this, Dr McCoy was already inviting Kitty and Remy back into the lab," You may return her to her room Mr LeBeau." With the flare of his white lab coat, Hank turned taking a pill bottle off a shelf and handing it to Kitty," I trust you two will make sure Rogue takes her medication and does what she needs to too get better?"
"Like sure Mr Beast." Kitty chimed in before Rogue could protest or Remy could answer for himself," And like Remy will help, his room is just across the hall from us!" The valley girl sounded all to happy and joyful about this.
Rogue mumbled a few choice words under her breath," This is so not fair." Once again her green gaze shot daggers at the Cajun as she was lifted from the exaiming table," Ah can walk ya know."
" Remy sure you can Roguey, but he rather carry you den risk ya falling and hurting yo'self." She began to squirm and protest again," Uh-uh Chere. Now you b'have or dis cajun gonna spank ya again."
Rogue's eyes went wide, her mouth creating a perfect o shape," Ya...ya..wouldn't dare..." Her voice was fast becoming raspy, such a shame if she were to lose it completely.
" Wanna bet Remy?" He grinned, challenging her. Rogue shook her head quickly no," Dat a good fille' now den you jus' saved dem pipes o'yours don' want ya losin' your voice no do we."
She scowled, she glared, she even gave him her best most scariest death glare. Nothing worked on him at all. Folding her arms, Rogue nodded in agreeance about losing her voice. No of course she didn't want to lose it. 'Damn him, damn him, damn him!' the Goth thought to herself. This was so unfair by her standards indeed it was bad enough Kitty would be there twenty four seven to wait on her hand and foot, but now so was Remy. A scowl remained poised across her lips for the remainder of the way to her room.
Where I can run just as fast as I can To the middle of nowhere To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill Instead of making me better You keep making me ill You keep making me ill
Author's Note: I know nasty place to end this chapter, it kind of leaves you hanging, buuut I've gotten a touch of writer's block. Now to explain about the song lyrics, they aren't always going to quote fit the chapter so to say they're more of to help desrcibe a little more on the way Rogue is feeling during the chapter..for example this Chapter she wanted to get away from Remy he's bugging her and instead of making her feel better he only seemed to be making her feel worse as in confused about her feelings towards him aswell as more sick because of her unwant to relax and give into him. Gotta love double meanings hehehehe. I also hoped I didn't rush this chapter...in order for me not to to rush it will prolly take me a few days to add a new chapter each time and also the fact if I try to write more then one chapter at a time I will rush it. Thank you for reading hope you review and long live Romyness!!! ^_^