FYI:

~Personal Thoughts~

~"Inner Voices"~

ESP

%The Written Word%

[Flashback]

"Normal Conversation (Duh)"

* Com Link or Telephone *

*Sound Effects (usually just Kurt's bamfing)

ROGUE

Ah know that nothin' ever stays the same but there are sometimes when Ah wish that they would. Everyone was happy 'bout finally defeatin' Apocalypse an' all the changes that had come with it. Everyone but meh that is. Rahne an' Jubes had moved back inta the mansion an' they spent nearly every night in mah room talkin' ta Betsy wantin' ta know everythin' 'bout England. The fact that Betsy was now the oldest with the institute made her instantly popular an' Jean hated her for it.

Ah would roll mah eyes as Ah left 'em ta their talkin' but most of the time they'd drag meh inta the talkin' ta. Kitty, Amara, Tabitah an' Dani would also come in an' hang out as well. Seemed like every night was one big girls' slumber party. Tonight's conversation: boys, honestly what else would a bunch of girls talk 'bout? (A/N: Gonna enter script mode to get rid of any confusion as to who's talking.)

Kitty: "Like can you actually believe that Lance had like the nerve to ask me out again?"

Rahne: "You're kidding? The lad's really that dumb?" (A/N: She'll call everyone lad or lass sort of like how Betsy calls everyone luv.)

Jubilee: "If you ask me, he's got that whole bad boy thing going for him."

Kitty: "Like shut, up Jubes. If you like that in a guy, like you go for him." Jubilee smiled as she looked over at Amara.

Jubilee: "Naw…Still can't believe that you're dating Bobby though, of all people."

Amara: "There's nothing wrong with Bobby!"

Betsy: "Cool it, luv. She was only teasing."

Rogue: "Speaking of loves, Ain't y' got a date with everyone's favorite Angel Friday night?" Betsy flushed at mah reminder.

Tabitha: "Wow, you're dating Warren?"

Betsy: "I wouldn't say that…"

Amara: "Oh, come on Bets, tell us everything!" I grinned at the fact that Ah'd pushed the conversation ta be a li'l embarrassin' for Betsy as Ah watched the conversation progress.

Rogue: "Yeah, Bets, tell us everythin'." Ah said this in a slightly mockin' tone as Amara turned ta glare at meh. Ah smiled as Betsy continued ta blush.

Betsy: "He's just really nice…and cute." Everyone but meh giggled at her comment as she went ta continue. "I don't know he just seems like a really sweet guy and I'd be stupid to turn down a date with him." Ah kind of zoned out for a while as they continued ta talk 'bout Betsy's upcoming date, what she should wear, how ta do her hair, her makeup, etc.

Tabitha: "You in there, Rogue?" Ah felt someone rap on mah forehead. (A/N: Don't forget, Rogue's now negating her powers using Leech's powers. So touching is officially cool.)

Rogue: "Yeah, Ah'm here. What?"

Amara: "We were talking to you and you weren't answering."

Rogue: "Sorry, Ah was just thinkin'."

Tabitha: "About a certain Cajun?" Rahne an' Jubes looked really confused as ta where the conversation was turnin' so Tabitha told 'em everythin'. "Remember how Magneto used to have his Acolytes?" The two girls nodded yes. "Well, Rogue fell in love with the card wielding one." Ah glared at her menacingly but she ignored meh as she kept talkin'. "Well, everythin' was just peachy 'til…"

Rogue: "'Tel he left meh ta go back home ta his wife where he should be." Ah crossed mah arms over mah chest an' surveyed the response Ah'd gotten. Most of 'em gaped except for Kitty an' Betsy whom Ah'd already told 'bout Remy's wife, Bella Donna.

Tabitha: "You were dating a married guy?!?! Wow, and some people think I can pick the losers." Ah ignored her comment as Ah stood up an' walked outside ta the balcony. ~Okay, so Ah'm actin' like Ah care but only a li'l. It'd seem even weirder though if Ah didn't care at all. But Ah'm Rogue! Ah'm not supposed ta care. But how can Ah not, when Ah know thin's aren't goin' well for him at all down there.~

Ah stared out over the bay as Ah thought 'bout the latest letter Ah'd gotten from Remy. ~How do ya respond ta somethin' like that? Ah didn't honestly expect him ta really open up like that an' then he tells meh ta not wait, ta move on with mah life. How can Ah do that when Ah can't get over the fact that Ah…Ah love him.~

The sun was startin' ta go down causin' the waters ta turn a blood red as Ah watched. ~He doesn't even seem so sure of what he said. Almost seemed ta contradict himself by tellin' meh not ta wait 'round on him then he tells meh he's tryin' his best ta come back. What do Ah do? How do Ah respond ta that?~

Ah looked back inside the room ta see that the girls were filterin' out for the night an' that soon it would just be Betsy an' meh. ~Ah should tell her. She'll know what ta do. No! Ah'm not gonna tell her that Ah've been writin' letters ta Remy. The last thin' Ah need is her ta be givin' meh pityin' looks 'cause Ah'm stuck on some guy.~

Ah walked back inta the room, promising myself that I would think 'bout it an' write back ta him tamorrow.

Sundays were always the best days ta find alone time. Everyone was usually out someplace doin' somethin'. Ah didn't have ta go an' find a hidin' place or anythin' but Ah decided ta go outside an' find a nice tree ta hole up in while Ah wrote. Ah found an impressive elm tree that had wide branches that were good for sittin' on. Once Ah relaxed with mah back up against the trunk an' mah legs straddlin' the branch, Ah began ta write.

%Sunday, May 16, 2004

Dear Remy,

Things seem to be constantly changing here. Ol' Bucket Head has moved into the institute. I can't believe the professor trusts him with the training of the younger students. The man was our freaking enemy for so long and now we're supposed to act like nothing has ever happened! What really pisses me off is that Scott trusts Magneto after a few days, but you were with us for months and he never trusted you. You at least proved to be our ally by fighting alongside us. Logan and I seem to be the only ones who don't trust him.

Rahne and Jubes have moved back in. Their parents decided after our fight with Apocalypse that the institute really was the safest place for them to be. You can't blame them, protests have been steadily getting worse. I don't know if you remember from history the Red Scare or the Salem Witch Trials (A/N: I'm reading the Crucible in English so this has been drilled into my skull), but that's kind of what it's like. People who aren't even mutants are being accused and shunned by society simply because they're a little different or happen to be outcasts.

The other day, I showed up at the junior high to pick up Jamie and Sarah and found them being attacked by a bunch of bullies. I was so angry to see the teachers stand back and do nothing about it. I stormed out of my jeep and walked right over to those pre-teen mutant haters with my eyes blazing angrily. Look at me, I've become some kind of overprotective older sister of something. I saw Sarah's inducer laying smashed on the sidewalk as she got pushed to the ground in her mutant form. Jamie yelled for the bullies to stop but found himself being pushed around as well. Well, needless to say, six Jamies hopped back to their feet clenching their fists, looking for a fight. Right as one of the punks was about to hit a Jamie, I grabbed the kid's fist and twisted his arm back behind his back. The kid yelped in pain and took off like a gunshot when I let go of him. A parent nearby yelled something about 'Mutie Lover' as I helped Sarah back up. I turned around and glared the mother down and she let out a weak squeak when she saw my, well your, red and black eyes. I led the kids back to the jeep and pulled away from the school telling them on how they had done the right thing not fighting back even if I didn't believe it myself.

Of course, when I got back to the institute, Logan and the professor were waiting. They both gave me this huge big long lecture about how we shouldn't retaliate when provoked, blah, blah, blah. I simply asked if they'd rather see Jamie and Sarah hurt badly then turned and walked away. I'm tired of doing nothing when people start throwing insults in our faces. We saved their lives and yet we're still not worthy of the dust on their shoes.

Beast and Miss Frost went to Washington D.C. today to speak to Congress about the Mutant Registration Act. It's bad enough that I'm known as a freak in Bayville, but the whole world too? Don't get me wrong. I love the two of them to pieces, but I don't have much faith in the fact that they'll be able to talk our wonderful Democratic government out of starting Mutant Registrations. I'm sure you're hearing all about them down in New Orleans too. It's not like the place is completely heathen.

I'm glad you kept your cool and didn't end up killing Julien. Although from the one time that I met him, he would probably deserve whatever you could throw at him. You're not a dumb ass but I don't get you, Remy. You're last letter was so confusing. First you tell me not to wait around on you, then in the very next paragraph, you're telling me how you're trying to get back here. What is going on inside that little Cajun mind of yours?

I'm a little biased on this advice but here's what I think:

Obviously, you and Bella are on the rocks, and have been there for quite a while from what I'm picking up in your letters. There doesn't seem to be very much trust there, at least she doesn't seem to trust you that much if she'd really believe that you'd try and kill her brother. Does she know that he was completely stone drunk? She obviously doesn't seemed bothered by you being a mutant, but more by your attitude of being one. I honestly don't know, I'm not to good at this whole marriage counselor thing. Although it doesn't sound like a good thing to have one of the big shots in the Assassins' Guild telling you that it's your funeral. But, then you've always feared that it might if something went wrong.

If I didn't have school and all that good stuff going on here, I'd come down there and set that girl straight. I'd tell her she's married to the biggest pervert who thinks he's God's gift to women. But then she's also married to the sweetest Southern gentleman I've ever met who's willing to take a chance on someone who doesn't deserve it. That the man she's married to is kind and caring, and not just mutant scum. I think you're wife must have a second husband out there somewhere.

Tante Mattie sounds like an extremely intelligent person. Of course I'm a wonderful person, so long as you don't get on my bad side. I still can't believe that you'd let someone see the letters I've sent to you, thought you were embarrassed of me. But she's a little off the ball this time, I definitely don't have problems expressing myself. Can you remember a time when I ever had trouble coming up with a come back for you? Nope, didn't think so. And who do you think you are to tell me what to do? Hmm…I'm a big girl now, and can look out for myself.

Rogue

P.S. Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated, See the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated, Life's like this you fall, and you crawl, and you break, and you take what you get, And you turn it into honsesty, Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it--'Complicated' Avril Levigne

P.S.S. Yep, you are a dead Cajun. But the thing is, I get the honor of killing you, not Bella, not the Assassins, me.%

Ah jumped down from the tree feelin' a lot better 'bout gettin' some of that stuff off mah chest. ~This is better than writin' in some dumb journal. Unlike a journal, Ah at least get a half intelligent response back.~

~"Dat's down right mean, Chére."~

~So sue meh.~

GAMBIT

~It's been t' long. Somet'ing I said in dat letter upset her. I just can't seem t' do anyt'ing right anymore.~ I'd began t' make it a habit t' start sitting on de front steps as I waited f' de mail man. Of course he was a li'l freaked out by de fact dat a nineteen year old boy, a mutant une at dat, was watching him everyday. I sighed as I watched him come up de walk. He looked over at me cautiously half expecting de mail box t' blow up on him as he put de mail in. I rolled mon eyes. ~Dey always t'ink y' out f' de kill. When will dis guy realize dat dis house belongs t' de t'ieves, not de assassins?~ He stuffed de mail int' de box den hurriedly walked away as I got up t' look at de mail myself. I opened de box and quickly sifted t'rough it all in a matter of seconds tossing de junk mail and bills back in. I smiled as I saw a letter addressed in familiar handwriting and opened it up immediately t' read as I walked back int' de house.

An hour later I was already busy replying to her letter.

%Thursday, May 20, 2004

Dearest Marie,

If I were there, I wouldn't trust Magneto as far as I could throw him, which is pretty far but still I wouldn't trust the homme. I'm sorry to hear that so many dim wits at the institute do trust him. Can you blame Scott for not trusting me though? My personality just doesn't seem to scream 'trust!'

And by the way, non I'm not embarrassed of you. I thought I made that clear before. If I didn't then let me make it clear now, I love you, Chére, there's no way I'm embarrassed by the most bella femme that ever walked the face of the earth.

How dare you insinuate that New Orleans is even slightly heathen! We are the last of a dying breed of Southern gentility, how dare you mock that. Okay, so what if the last of Southern gentility is a bunch of thieves and assassins? I have noticed that the protests are worsening and it worries me a lot to know that the professor seems to think that you should simply walk away. Doesn't seem like Logan though to tell you to do the same. Personally I would have thought he'd give you a speech on how proud he was of you for protecting the little guy and fille. Seems like strange behavior considering it's Logan.

I'm sorry you feel obligated to solve mon problems for me. I hope I didn't make you feel that way, but this is mon problem and I will find a solution to it…eventually. I'm also sorry that I confused you before Chére, I did not mean to do so. I suppose that happened because I was feeling so confused myself when I wrote that last letter. You really shouldn't wait around on me. Go have fun, find a boyfriend now that touching is no longer a problem. Lord knows any other guy would be better for you than me. Please forgive me for ever causing confusion in your heart.

Nothing has really happened here lately. Not even the slightest tremor in the LeBeau home. I suppose that should be a good thing, but after having mon life threatened by the Assassins, it makes me slightly nervous. Bet you never thought you'd see the day that Remy LeBeau would be nervous. Well, I am but only slightly, remember slightly, nothing more, and if anything less then that.

Of course, Tante Mattie must be wrong. The woman is only about four times older then you but surely she wouldn't know a thing about teenage girls. But then again, you never do seem to have a problem with come backs. I'd love to hear one of them now but I suppose you wouldn't want to cash in your honor of killing me now would you. Save that for sometime when it seems a little more worth while, non?

What's this about Bella having a second husband? I can't imagine that she would go and marry such a pervert when she has me. And how dare some man think that he is God's gift to women when I already have that position! I carry a card and everything making it official. Hold the phone a minute, I'm the first guy you described aren't I? That's harsh Chére, real harsh. You wound me real bad.

Love for Always and Always,

Remy

P.S. Everything I am and everything in me, Wants to be the one you wanted me to be, I've never let you down, even if I could, I'd give up everything if only for your good--'Love Me When I'm Gone' Three Doors Down

P.S.S. Sorry that the letter is so short, but honestly nothing has really been happening around here.%

I frowned at de fact dat I'd hardly had anyt'ing t' say t' her after waiting so long t' get her letter. ~I'll just have t' make sure de next letter is longer. Maybe by den, I'll be a li'l more sure of what's going on down her myself.~

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I'm starting to feel like I'm making Remy out to be to much of a softy. I'm losing that flirtyness I think. Two more chapters and I'll have them back to seeing each other in person. Three at tops!

Canuck: Thanks for clearing up the whole 'Aye' (now I know 'Eh) thing. J

Gothic Cajun: Thanks for the update on my pathetic Pop to Bamf and the info on Mirage. I didn't know how to find out her codename since you have to know the codename to find info usually. Yeah, you're insane too!

Lid'l Rogue: Damn it! I'm trying! Just kidding, I'm not mad just mocking you a little. It's called school, work, now my school musical (Footloose for those who care). You know that thing that I prefer to call my life.