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Original: Thanks, glad you are enjoying my story. I'll try to keep Wolvie and Kurt in it as much as I can, them and Kitty are my supporting cast basically anyhow.
Legal Stuff: I don't own X-Men Evolution already...and I could go on about how I wanna own Remy, but I think everyone gets the general idea. *wiggles brows* Also don't own the song Miss Michelle Branch does.
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Let Go
Chapter 9: Tuesday Morning
Dinner had been wonderful, Rogue was clearly full and not ready to head back to the hum-drum world of home sweet home ust yet. Remy watched the way she moved, how the lingering shadows of the day played in her green stare, how if she didn't insist on wearing all that make-up her face would glow," Chere, why do you insist on wearing all dat face paint?"
Rogue hand been lost in her thoughts, on the enchanted day she had had with Remy and how she never wanted it to end," Ya know why..." It wasn't his place to ask really, but perhaps this time around she owed him a more reasonable explination," Cuz...If ah look scary people'll stay away frum me."
He nodded," Well seems it don' always work Chere, Remy hasn't stayed away nor has de other X-Men." He smiled, taking her gloved hand in his.
" Ah realize that...it keeps normal folks away." She motioned with her head towards a very not mutant group of people," Like them." A smile slowly spread across her lips as he took her hand," Ya reall aren't 'fraid o'me Remy?" Her green eyes fixed on him.
"No." He squeezed her hand assuringly," I don't fear you, I care bout you, dere's a difference." His eyes moved in the direction she nodded," I see, but dat no reason to hide such a pretty face is it?"
She blushed," Ah...ah..." She looked around for a moment, then decided to quickly change the subject," What we gunna do? Ah dun' wanna go back...fer a bit."
Remy nodded," Anyt'ing you want Rogue." A sudden realization of few rain drops fell down onto the cajun's face causing him to arch a brow," Maybe we buy an umbrella first of all."
Rogue laughed," Ah like tha rain." Anything she wanted...the words echoed in her head a moment," Ah'm good with jus' doin this really."
" Alright den, we do dis." Stopping for a moment a sidewalk vendor, Remy purchesed a small cheap, but working umbrella and place it above them, his arm snaking around Rogue's shoulders," T'ink we're gonna get busted when we get back heh?"
"Prolly, but ah dun' care." Rogue found herself snuggling next to the cajun as the clouds above them burst and unleashed rain down onto the city of New York.
(I remember stormy weather The way the sky looks when it's cold And you were with me content with walking so unaware of the world...)
Remy nodded," So what you wanna do?"
" Ah dunno, have some fun? Ah'm sure ya know howta show a gal a good time." She smiled, but quickly caught herself and quickly it faded.
" Don' not smile. Ya look happy when ya smile chere."
The green orbs quickly found the wet sidewalk highly interesting. A slight blush slowly creeping over her dark make-uped face, afraid to look up, to let him see her blush, Rogue kept her head bend down," But...whut do ah got ta smile bout?"
"Moi." Remy chuckled slyly," De fact it's a nice rainy evenin an you got a umbrella ta keep you dry."
Rogue couldn't help but laugh slightly," Those are silly reasons Swamp Rat."
( Please don't drive me home tonight 'Cause I dont wanna feel alone Please don't drive me home tonight 'Cause I don't wanna go Tuesday morning In the dark I was finding out Who you are...)
Remy shrugged," Whutever makes you happy chere." The demon stare glanced around a moment slowly and an idea quickly struck him," You ever smile for lets say a reason?" A umber brow arched slowly towards the Mississippian.
"Ah might depends." Curiously Rogue looked at Remy, her own brow arching towards him," Whut ya got in that mind o'yers?"
" Heheh, t'ought you'd never ask. Com'on" Smirking, the cajun took ahold of his belle's gloved hand and headed towards a photo booth.
Rogue dug her heels into the sidewalk eying Gambit wryly," Oh no...ah'll break tha camera...Remy!" She squeeled as he tugged on her more, forcing her to keep up with his long strides.
Remy laughed," Mebbe scare it, but break it nah." Looking at her, one of his red eyes gave a sutble wink.
" Yer mean." Rogue lightly punched him in the arm at his comment about her scaring the comment despite the fact she was laughing just as much as he was, the Mississippi Brat couldn't even try to be her usually angry self at him due to the comment in the first place she was too busy having fun.
Smirking idly, the Cajun paused a placed a quick peck on the girl's whitened cheek," How many should we do Chere?" Asking as he fished out a ten dollar bill from his pocket and placed it inside the machine," ten, five what?"
The recluse of the X-Men could not believe what she was doing. Standing in the rain, with a very good looking, no extremely HOT guy and about to get her picture taken with him. Sure simple cheap photobooth pictures, but still it was something wasn't it? Biting on her lower lip a moment Rogue finally spoke," Ten. Cuz um...then ah can have copies an' so can you."
"Great idea Chere." Remy smiled winningly at her, then pushed the button and before Rogue could protest, he dragged her inside and plopped her down right on his lap," Smile."
" Remy!" Her green orbs went wide as she felt herself sitting on well...his lap. ' Ah'm gunna kill'im! The Southern Goth thought to herself trying to remove herself from the smarmy cajun's lap, but only to find out his arms were securely about her waist.
(I took your picture While you were sleeping And then I paced around the room If I had known then That these things happen Would they have happened with you?...)
"Stop squirmin' Rogue, you gunna git dis cajun all excited." The snarky Swamp Rat replied coolly towards his belle.
Very quickly Rogue ceased all movements but breathing," Um...should ah push tha ready button ?"
"Sure t'ing chere, ya blushin' t'ough Remy can see it t'rough de reflection." Reaching around behind her, Remy quickly pressed the button before she could do anything about it and while bring his arm back around her giving a slight tickle to her side.
"Remy!" Just at the moment of her squeel, flash!. Off when the camera causing her darkly make-uped green eyes to widen," Ya dirty, cheatin' Swamp Rat!" She was laughing now.
Remy smiled, he liked hearing her laugh it was music to his ears and caused him to laugh aswell. Another flash captured the couple laughing and facing eachother. He smirked feeling her gloved hand tickle him back," 'Ey! Don' go doin' dat !" grinning he plucked up one of her gloved hands and kissed the small cloth covered knuckles just as the camera flashed again.
(Please don't drive me home tonight 'Cause I dont wanna feel alone Please don't drive me home tonight 'Cause I don't wanna go Tuesday morning In the dark I was finding out Who you are...)
For a time afterwards the pair walked in perfect silence, the only sound that of the rain falling pitter-patter on the sidewalk and on the material of the umbrella above them. Rogue was lost in her thoughts, wondering why Remy liked her and a part of her wanting to flat out ask him, but also a part of her did not want her to ask, didn't want whatever the spell may be to break. Her gaze slowly drifted lower and lower again til her green pools discovered her copy of the pictures from the photobooth still in her hand and began to stare at them intently.
Silence was uncomfortable. The only time it ever was comfortable was when well, being a thief. However at this moment he was not. Just merely trying to enjoy the company of a pretty fille and it was somewhat working out, but it kind of wasn't either really. Something had to break the silence, crash through it like glass. If she won't then he would," What you t'inkin' bout Chere?" Small conversation starter right?
(And if you turned around to see me and I was gone You should have looked outside your window 'Cause The sun was coming up...)
She didn't want to talk. Talking brought up questions, or rather made her want to ask them. She tried to ignore his question chewing on her lower lip, staring at her shoes, but it wasn't working. Not at all. Letting loose a heavy sigh, Rogue finally spoke," 'Lotta stuff really." She skirted around the truth hoping that particular answer would statisfy the cajun.
It didn't," What stuff?" Remy arched a brow at the Goth.
"Do ah really hafta say?"
He nodded," Oui. You trust Remy don't you?" He snugged her closer to him," If not tell'im how to get your trust den."
Her first instinct was to push him away, but for once Rogue didn't do what came natural to her for so long," Ah trust ya, but ah question yer intentions." That wasn't so hard...or was it?
Remy nodded," Dey honourable intentions Rogue. Dats all dis Cajun hasta offer." But there was something else, something more, but he wasn't going to press it he'd let Rogue ask on her own will and time.
Still Rogue chewed at her lower lip, emerald stare moving back and forth from Remy to her shoes and back again," Ah b'lieve that, but why? Why me? Ah mean outta all tha gals 'round ya could have...ya pick tha one ya can't touch."
He sighed," Rogue. Love isn' always bout touch. S'bout two people who care bout eachother."
Finally she looked at him and promptly laughed," Now hearin' that outta yer head is funna." As quickly as she had began laughing, she grew serious once again," Whut if ya have tha chance ta have a gal ya can touch, would ya choose'er ova me?"
"No." The answer was plain and simple.
Rogue suddenly stopped in her tracks, causing Remy to pause aswell and look at her, finding her glaring at him. Gloved hands balled into fists as the rain began to slowly soak her hair and close, running down her face aswell washing away some of her heavy make-up," Yer so fulla shit. Yer jus' tellin' me whut ah wanna hear." She wanted to run away from him, but for some reason beyond her she was glued in place.
(Please don't drive me home tonight 'Cause I dont wanna feel alone Please don't drive me home tonight 'Cause I don't wanna go...)
Remy sighed running a hand through his hair. ' Why does she have to fight me? ' The young teen was stuck, she really might as well have slapped him across the face," Chere...Rogue. How many times do we got to through dis?"
" Ah dunno, ya tell me." She huffed, ignoring the rain.
With that he closed the umbrella letting it clatter to the ground," Why do ya gotta make t'ings so diffcult Rogue? I answered your question honestly. What more does dis cajun gotta do huh?" Tiredly he tossed his hands into the air," It ain't me who's fulla shit chere, it you."
His words cut like a dull knife. She stepped back, eyes furiously wide only to slip, loose her footing and come down with a splash onto the sidewalk," Go ta hell." She remained on the ground, staring profusely at him, a death glare like none other. How dare he say those things! He had no right!
As she fell, Remy instantly advanced forward a hand resting on her shoulder and another on her lower arm," You okay Rogue?" He began to help her up slowly and to his surprize she actually let him.
" Ah'm jus' peachy. Not git yer paws offa me.' With that she shoved him away, but gasped as he did not move and realized that he was just a bit more stronger.
" When ya gunna stop pushin people away chere?" With that he took ahold of her arms roughly and pulled her against him, cupping her face with his free hand,forcing her to look at him.
" Neva. Now lemme go ah'm warnin ya, ya damned fool." Rogue ever the defiant young woman did indeed stare at him, trying to stare him down.
" Dis is one time, one moment you not pushin dis swamp rat away." With that he kissed her, his lips pressing against her's almost hungrily.
Rogue gasped and tried desperately to push him away, but his grip on her arm was seemingly ironclad on her arm. A tear, just one at first slowly rolled down her cheek as she felt his memories, his thoughts begin to stream in her head. An endless torture.
He felt his life flasinh before his eyes, he had to let go soon, she was crying and it was his fault all his. What had he done? He was scaring her, she was trembling. Quickly he let go and stumbled backwards into a lightpost," Dere...now you see dat I really give a damn bout you, despite what goes on in dat fucked up head o'yers."
Remy slid down the pole til he finally rested on the wet ground.
The crying Goth slowly stepped back, speechless. All the thoughts, his thoughts so many things he hadn't told her, so many things he'd like too. She had to run, her legs did work now even if nothing else did," Jus'...jus' stay away frum me Remy LeBeau...ah..ah mean it." She had found her voice, shaky and scared then she ran, just ran. What else was there to do?
" Chere! Wait! I'm---" He sighed,"sorry." Slowly his eyes averted from her fleeing form to land on their pictures from the photo booth now laying in ruin on the sidewalk from the rain.
(Tuesday morning In the dark I was finding out Who we are who we are.)
The End.
TBC In a Brand New Story Coming Soon.
Author's Note: AHHAhAHAHAHA!!!!! Aren't I juuuust so ebil? I am? Thank you! And here you all thought it would be clear sailing for our favorite southern couple? Don't think so! Hello, did you reeeeeally think I would make it that easy? I hope not, vicious, vicious circle isn't it? Also sorry this chapter took so long to get up and sorry if it seems a little rushed, I had again a hard time figuring out where to go with it, so please just bare with me on this and I promise I'll get my act together and start posting the new story up soon. Or at least try to.
ishandahalf : Thank you thank you! You're awesome and glad your liking my story!
Destiny Phoenix: Thank you thank you!
Ujiji: Aren't they though? hehehe
Original: Thanks, glad you are enjoying my story. I'll try to keep Wolvie and Kurt in it as much as I can, them and Kitty are my supporting cast basically anyhow.
Legal Stuff: I don't own X-Men Evolution already...and I could go on about how I wanna own Remy, but I think everyone gets the general idea. *wiggles brows* Also don't own the song Miss Michelle Branch does.
(Lyrics)
~ Telepathy ~
' Thoughts '
--- Scene seperator
Let Go
Chapter 9: Tuesday Morning
Dinner had been wonderful, Rogue was clearly full and not ready to head back to the hum-drum world of home sweet home ust yet. Remy watched the way she moved, how the lingering shadows of the day played in her green stare, how if she didn't insist on wearing all that make-up her face would glow," Chere, why do you insist on wearing all dat face paint?"
Rogue hand been lost in her thoughts, on the enchanted day she had had with Remy and how she never wanted it to end," Ya know why..." It wasn't his place to ask really, but perhaps this time around she owed him a more reasonable explination," Cuz...If ah look scary people'll stay away frum me."
He nodded," Well seems it don' always work Chere, Remy hasn't stayed away nor has de other X-Men." He smiled, taking her gloved hand in his.
" Ah realize that...it keeps normal folks away." She motioned with her head towards a very not mutant group of people," Like them." A smile slowly spread across her lips as he took her hand," Ya reall aren't 'fraid o'me Remy?" Her green eyes fixed on him.
"No." He squeezed her hand assuringly," I don't fear you, I care bout you, dere's a difference." His eyes moved in the direction she nodded," I see, but dat no reason to hide such a pretty face is it?"
She blushed," Ah...ah..." She looked around for a moment, then decided to quickly change the subject," What we gunna do? Ah dun' wanna go back...fer a bit."
Remy nodded," Anyt'ing you want Rogue." A sudden realization of few rain drops fell down onto the cajun's face causing him to arch a brow," Maybe we buy an umbrella first of all."
Rogue laughed," Ah like tha rain." Anything she wanted...the words echoed in her head a moment," Ah'm good with jus' doin this really."
" Alright den, we do dis." Stopping for a moment a sidewalk vendor, Remy purchesed a small cheap, but working umbrella and place it above them, his arm snaking around Rogue's shoulders," T'ink we're gonna get busted when we get back heh?"
"Prolly, but ah dun' care." Rogue found herself snuggling next to the cajun as the clouds above them burst and unleashed rain down onto the city of New York.
(I remember stormy weather The way the sky looks when it's cold And you were with me content with walking so unaware of the world...)
Remy nodded," So what you wanna do?"
" Ah dunno, have some fun? Ah'm sure ya know howta show a gal a good time." She smiled, but quickly caught herself and quickly it faded.
" Don' not smile. Ya look happy when ya smile chere."
The green orbs quickly found the wet sidewalk highly interesting. A slight blush slowly creeping over her dark make-uped face, afraid to look up, to let him see her blush, Rogue kept her head bend down," But...whut do ah got ta smile bout?"
"Moi." Remy chuckled slyly," De fact it's a nice rainy evenin an you got a umbrella ta keep you dry."
Rogue couldn't help but laugh slightly," Those are silly reasons Swamp Rat."
( Please don't drive me home tonight 'Cause I dont wanna feel alone Please don't drive me home tonight 'Cause I don't wanna go Tuesday morning In the dark I was finding out Who you are...)
Remy shrugged," Whutever makes you happy chere." The demon stare glanced around a moment slowly and an idea quickly struck him," You ever smile for lets say a reason?" A umber brow arched slowly towards the Mississippian.
"Ah might depends." Curiously Rogue looked at Remy, her own brow arching towards him," Whut ya got in that mind o'yers?"
" Heheh, t'ought you'd never ask. Com'on" Smirking, the cajun took ahold of his belle's gloved hand and headed towards a photo booth.
Rogue dug her heels into the sidewalk eying Gambit wryly," Oh no...ah'll break tha camera...Remy!" She squeeled as he tugged on her more, forcing her to keep up with his long strides.
Remy laughed," Mebbe scare it, but break it nah." Looking at her, one of his red eyes gave a sutble wink.
" Yer mean." Rogue lightly punched him in the arm at his comment about her scaring the comment despite the fact she was laughing just as much as he was, the Mississippi Brat couldn't even try to be her usually angry self at him due to the comment in the first place she was too busy having fun.
Smirking idly, the Cajun paused a placed a quick peck on the girl's whitened cheek," How many should we do Chere?" Asking as he fished out a ten dollar bill from his pocket and placed it inside the machine," ten, five what?"
The recluse of the X-Men could not believe what she was doing. Standing in the rain, with a very good looking, no extremely HOT guy and about to get her picture taken with him. Sure simple cheap photobooth pictures, but still it was something wasn't it? Biting on her lower lip a moment Rogue finally spoke," Ten. Cuz um...then ah can have copies an' so can you."
"Great idea Chere." Remy smiled winningly at her, then pushed the button and before Rogue could protest, he dragged her inside and plopped her down right on his lap," Smile."
" Remy!" Her green orbs went wide as she felt herself sitting on well...his lap. ' Ah'm gunna kill'im! The Southern Goth thought to herself trying to remove herself from the smarmy cajun's lap, but only to find out his arms were securely about her waist.
(I took your picture While you were sleeping And then I paced around the room If I had known then That these things happen Would they have happened with you?...)
"Stop squirmin' Rogue, you gunna git dis cajun all excited." The snarky Swamp Rat replied coolly towards his belle.
Very quickly Rogue ceased all movements but breathing," Um...should ah push tha ready button ?"
"Sure t'ing chere, ya blushin' t'ough Remy can see it t'rough de reflection." Reaching around behind her, Remy quickly pressed the button before she could do anything about it and while bring his arm back around her giving a slight tickle to her side.
"Remy!" Just at the moment of her squeel, flash!. Off when the camera causing her darkly make-uped green eyes to widen," Ya dirty, cheatin' Swamp Rat!" She was laughing now.
Remy smiled, he liked hearing her laugh it was music to his ears and caused him to laugh aswell. Another flash captured the couple laughing and facing eachother. He smirked feeling her gloved hand tickle him back," 'Ey! Don' go doin' dat !" grinning he plucked up one of her gloved hands and kissed the small cloth covered knuckles just as the camera flashed again.
(Please don't drive me home tonight 'Cause I dont wanna feel alone Please don't drive me home tonight 'Cause I don't wanna go Tuesday morning In the dark I was finding out Who you are...)
For a time afterwards the pair walked in perfect silence, the only sound that of the rain falling pitter-patter on the sidewalk and on the material of the umbrella above them. Rogue was lost in her thoughts, wondering why Remy liked her and a part of her wanting to flat out ask him, but also a part of her did not want her to ask, didn't want whatever the spell may be to break. Her gaze slowly drifted lower and lower again til her green pools discovered her copy of the pictures from the photobooth still in her hand and began to stare at them intently.
Silence was uncomfortable. The only time it ever was comfortable was when well, being a thief. However at this moment he was not. Just merely trying to enjoy the company of a pretty fille and it was somewhat working out, but it kind of wasn't either really. Something had to break the silence, crash through it like glass. If she won't then he would," What you t'inkin' bout Chere?" Small conversation starter right?
(And if you turned around to see me and I was gone You should have looked outside your window 'Cause The sun was coming up...)
She didn't want to talk. Talking brought up questions, or rather made her want to ask them. She tried to ignore his question chewing on her lower lip, staring at her shoes, but it wasn't working. Not at all. Letting loose a heavy sigh, Rogue finally spoke," 'Lotta stuff really." She skirted around the truth hoping that particular answer would statisfy the cajun.
It didn't," What stuff?" Remy arched a brow at the Goth.
"Do ah really hafta say?"
He nodded," Oui. You trust Remy don't you?" He snugged her closer to him," If not tell'im how to get your trust den."
Her first instinct was to push him away, but for once Rogue didn't do what came natural to her for so long," Ah trust ya, but ah question yer intentions." That wasn't so hard...or was it?
Remy nodded," Dey honourable intentions Rogue. Dats all dis Cajun hasta offer." But there was something else, something more, but he wasn't going to press it he'd let Rogue ask on her own will and time.
Still Rogue chewed at her lower lip, emerald stare moving back and forth from Remy to her shoes and back again," Ah b'lieve that, but why? Why me? Ah mean outta all tha gals 'round ya could have...ya pick tha one ya can't touch."
He sighed," Rogue. Love isn' always bout touch. S'bout two people who care bout eachother."
Finally she looked at him and promptly laughed," Now hearin' that outta yer head is funna." As quickly as she had began laughing, she grew serious once again," Whut if ya have tha chance ta have a gal ya can touch, would ya choose'er ova me?"
"No." The answer was plain and simple.
Rogue suddenly stopped in her tracks, causing Remy to pause aswell and look at her, finding her glaring at him. Gloved hands balled into fists as the rain began to slowly soak her hair and close, running down her face aswell washing away some of her heavy make-up," Yer so fulla shit. Yer jus' tellin' me whut ah wanna hear." She wanted to run away from him, but for some reason beyond her she was glued in place.
(Please don't drive me home tonight 'Cause I dont wanna feel alone Please don't drive me home tonight 'Cause I don't wanna go...)
Remy sighed running a hand through his hair. ' Why does she have to fight me? ' The young teen was stuck, she really might as well have slapped him across the face," Chere...Rogue. How many times do we got to through dis?"
" Ah dunno, ya tell me." She huffed, ignoring the rain.
With that he closed the umbrella letting it clatter to the ground," Why do ya gotta make t'ings so diffcult Rogue? I answered your question honestly. What more does dis cajun gotta do huh?" Tiredly he tossed his hands into the air," It ain't me who's fulla shit chere, it you."
His words cut like a dull knife. She stepped back, eyes furiously wide only to slip, loose her footing and come down with a splash onto the sidewalk," Go ta hell." She remained on the ground, staring profusely at him, a death glare like none other. How dare he say those things! He had no right!
As she fell, Remy instantly advanced forward a hand resting on her shoulder and another on her lower arm," You okay Rogue?" He began to help her up slowly and to his surprize she actually let him.
" Ah'm jus' peachy. Not git yer paws offa me.' With that she shoved him away, but gasped as he did not move and realized that he was just a bit more stronger.
" When ya gunna stop pushin people away chere?" With that he took ahold of her arms roughly and pulled her against him, cupping her face with his free hand,forcing her to look at him.
" Neva. Now lemme go ah'm warnin ya, ya damned fool." Rogue ever the defiant young woman did indeed stare at him, trying to stare him down.
" Dis is one time, one moment you not pushin dis swamp rat away." With that he kissed her, his lips pressing against her's almost hungrily.
Rogue gasped and tried desperately to push him away, but his grip on her arm was seemingly ironclad on her arm. A tear, just one at first slowly rolled down her cheek as she felt his memories, his thoughts begin to stream in her head. An endless torture.
He felt his life flasinh before his eyes, he had to let go soon, she was crying and it was his fault all his. What had he done? He was scaring her, she was trembling. Quickly he let go and stumbled backwards into a lightpost," Dere...now you see dat I really give a damn bout you, despite what goes on in dat fucked up head o'yers."
Remy slid down the pole til he finally rested on the wet ground.
The crying Goth slowly stepped back, speechless. All the thoughts, his thoughts so many things he hadn't told her, so many things he'd like too. She had to run, her legs did work now even if nothing else did," Jus'...jus' stay away frum me Remy LeBeau...ah..ah mean it." She had found her voice, shaky and scared then she ran, just ran. What else was there to do?
" Chere! Wait! I'm---" He sighed,"sorry." Slowly his eyes averted from her fleeing form to land on their pictures from the photo booth now laying in ruin on the sidewalk from the rain.
(Tuesday morning In the dark I was finding out Who we are who we are.)
The End.
TBC In a Brand New Story Coming Soon.
Author's Note: AHHAhAHAHAHA!!!!! Aren't I juuuust so ebil? I am? Thank you! And here you all thought it would be clear sailing for our favorite southern couple? Don't think so! Hello, did you reeeeeally think I would make it that easy? I hope not, vicious, vicious circle isn't it? Also sorry this chapter took so long to get up and sorry if it seems a little rushed, I had again a hard time figuring out where to go with it, so please just bare with me on this and I promise I'll get my act together and start posting the new story up soon. Or at least try to.