A/N: I love messing with Rogue and Gambit's heads its so much fun. This,
as usual, is a mixed timeline, enjoy. (Written in accents)
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men. X-men was made in 1963, I wasn't born until 1989. If I did invent them I'd be a pretty gifted -26 year old.
Gambit was being a jackass. Of course what else could you expect from someone like him, Remy LeBeau was a jackass, a showoff, an idiot, and his grammar was enough to make Rogue twinge. He was, in her opinion, the characterization of stupidity. But every so often Rogue caught herself watching the fight in the danger room below.
In the control room that loomed above the Danger Room's floor sat all those who weren't fighting. Rogue was sitting with a copy of Dracula opened, her legs crossed, Storm was watching intently, but like Jean, Logan, Shadowcat, Havok, and Cyclops they all knew the outcome. In a fight with no powers, no weapon and no rules, Remy was going to come out on top. Because Gambit never played by the rules and had grown up on the other side of the law, let alone the other side of the tracks. Needless to say there were a lot of knees to groins, elbows to heads, and long legs colliding with stomachs.
Rogue looked over the rim of the thick red book to see Bobby go flying backwards his breath coming out in a huge puff of steam.
"Mercy! I'm out! Quit it!" Bobby breathed struggling to get his words out. He shook his head vigorously.
"Look' like I win again," shouted Gambit to the control tower. "'s'matter wit' you people?" He threw his arms out to the side, "Come on, I wanna challenge!"
"Why aren't we allowed to use our powers anyway? I know Remy and by the time this is over o with we're going to need a hell f a lot of ice to bring his head back to usual size." Storm rolled her eyes at the Cajun. Rogue could already see his head swell she smiled secretly, " Plus in a real fight I'm pretty sure we'll be able to use them."
"Not necessarily," Scott answered, Gambit and Iceman were coming back up to the control room, "you could be at a disadvantage in a battle and our powers could be useless."
"Plus, it's great for you to realize dat ya don' know not'in' 'bout a real fight." Gambit and Bobby had joined them. Iceman fell into one of the chairs wiping blood from his streaming nose. His blond hair was disheveled and the expression on his face was so pathetic it was comical. "So who's nex'?" Gambit asked casting his gaze around.
Rogue rolled her eyes and went back to her book. But she was listening at the same time. She didn't really know why. There was something unexplainable about his presence. Something.
"Alright I let de next guy use 'is powers? It'll make it mo' interestin' for me."
Rogue smiled to herself and removed on of the black gloves she wore to protect the rest of the world from her powers. "You exceptin' all competitors, Gambit?" She slipped her glove back on again still hiding behind her book.
His red and black eyes turned to her, one light brown eyebrow raised, "you kiddin' Chere?" he asked, a smirk was starting to pass over his lips. "I meant guys really."
"Your afraid of me, aren' you?" Asked Rogue.
"Non I ain't scared o' you Marie, jus' I don' wanna hurt you." Remy was now all out snickering.
Oh he hit a nerve. Marie. She hadn't gone by that name in a very long time, since before she had come to the institute. "You won't, 'cause you just said ah could use my powers." She smiled shutting the book putting it down on the control table, looking up into those red and black eyes. Something flashed across the glowing irises, fear?
The other team members watched in astonishment with wide eyes. "Guys, I don't think this is such a good idea," said Jean slowly "Someone could get really--"
"Okay, Chere yo' on, but don' say I didn' warn you." Gambit said pulling on his trench coat that was sitting in one of the chairs next to Storm. The shadow of fear or whatever other emotion she had caught in glistening in those eyes was gone, back to the cocky air that lay about him so naturally.
As soon as Gambit and Rogue disappeared into the elevator Wolverine looked over at the others, "Who do ya' think its gonna be?" He asked, "I'm puttin' ten bucks on Rogue."
"Logan we are not betting!" Said Jean looking angry, "this is a training exercise, which shouldn't even be happening, and in my opinion! And--"
"7 dollars on Rogue!" shouted Havoc. "Or anything to shut Phoenix up." Jean looked very upset about being interrupted twice in one Danger Room session she sat down quietly, her eyes narrowed and her Phoenix power made her glow an angry red.
"'Ey X-folk le's get dis show on de road before de comba'ants die o' old age!" Yelled Gambit toward the speakers.
Cyclops hit the microphone button and called down to them, "jeez Remy keep your shirt on, start in 10."
Rogue watched as Gambit's face became set and calm, but a slight twinge of some odd feeling stayed braking through that expert cool. Rogue couldn't place the problem. "9."
He was loose, ready, like so many countless fights he had gotten into on the Bayou. Rogue was just another competitor, just another person who was pissed to find a priceless family heirloom missing, another Assassin in the warring Guilds bent on taking out Jean-Luc's son. But he knew she wasn't. Something was affecting Remy, breaking the professionalism he stuck to in fights, something that generated an emotion he wasn't used to, and it was Rogue. Something about Rogue.
"8."
Scott was taking a really long time counting down. Or maybe it just felt like a long time to her. She was watching him, reading Gambit the only way you could, through his eyes. She watched the red and black dance and pulsate slowly as time was slowed down.
"7."
It was a bizarre feeling; he could see those two green orbs watching him reading him as if he was one of her gothic novels. He could feel his hand twitch reflexively as if open his bo-staff.
"6."
He was sweating, he was scared. Scared of her. But she no longer wanted him to be scared of her. This was payback for all the stupid things Gambit had said over the past few months. Sure he was the new 'X' and that was hard but she hadn't been annoying.
"5."
"Come on Sco', ya' pain in de ass." Gambit shouted. It was bad enough that Scott was his roommate and corrected his English, but he didn't have to be counting this slowly.
"Move over!" they heard Storm shout from somewhere inside the control room, Scott's dark form was pushed out of the way and the thin female form of Ororo Monroe, "4, 3, 2, 1! FIGHT ALREADY!"
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men. X-men was made in 1963, I wasn't born until 1989. If I did invent them I'd be a pretty gifted -26 year old.
Gambit was being a jackass. Of course what else could you expect from someone like him, Remy LeBeau was a jackass, a showoff, an idiot, and his grammar was enough to make Rogue twinge. He was, in her opinion, the characterization of stupidity. But every so often Rogue caught herself watching the fight in the danger room below.
In the control room that loomed above the Danger Room's floor sat all those who weren't fighting. Rogue was sitting with a copy of Dracula opened, her legs crossed, Storm was watching intently, but like Jean, Logan, Shadowcat, Havok, and Cyclops they all knew the outcome. In a fight with no powers, no weapon and no rules, Remy was going to come out on top. Because Gambit never played by the rules and had grown up on the other side of the law, let alone the other side of the tracks. Needless to say there were a lot of knees to groins, elbows to heads, and long legs colliding with stomachs.
Rogue looked over the rim of the thick red book to see Bobby go flying backwards his breath coming out in a huge puff of steam.
"Mercy! I'm out! Quit it!" Bobby breathed struggling to get his words out. He shook his head vigorously.
"Look' like I win again," shouted Gambit to the control tower. "'s'matter wit' you people?" He threw his arms out to the side, "Come on, I wanna challenge!"
"Why aren't we allowed to use our powers anyway? I know Remy and by the time this is over o with we're going to need a hell f a lot of ice to bring his head back to usual size." Storm rolled her eyes at the Cajun. Rogue could already see his head swell she smiled secretly, " Plus in a real fight I'm pretty sure we'll be able to use them."
"Not necessarily," Scott answered, Gambit and Iceman were coming back up to the control room, "you could be at a disadvantage in a battle and our powers could be useless."
"Plus, it's great for you to realize dat ya don' know not'in' 'bout a real fight." Gambit and Bobby had joined them. Iceman fell into one of the chairs wiping blood from his streaming nose. His blond hair was disheveled and the expression on his face was so pathetic it was comical. "So who's nex'?" Gambit asked casting his gaze around.
Rogue rolled her eyes and went back to her book. But she was listening at the same time. She didn't really know why. There was something unexplainable about his presence. Something.
"Alright I let de next guy use 'is powers? It'll make it mo' interestin' for me."
Rogue smiled to herself and removed on of the black gloves she wore to protect the rest of the world from her powers. "You exceptin' all competitors, Gambit?" She slipped her glove back on again still hiding behind her book.
His red and black eyes turned to her, one light brown eyebrow raised, "you kiddin' Chere?" he asked, a smirk was starting to pass over his lips. "I meant guys really."
"Your afraid of me, aren' you?" Asked Rogue.
"Non I ain't scared o' you Marie, jus' I don' wanna hurt you." Remy was now all out snickering.
Oh he hit a nerve. Marie. She hadn't gone by that name in a very long time, since before she had come to the institute. "You won't, 'cause you just said ah could use my powers." She smiled shutting the book putting it down on the control table, looking up into those red and black eyes. Something flashed across the glowing irises, fear?
The other team members watched in astonishment with wide eyes. "Guys, I don't think this is such a good idea," said Jean slowly "Someone could get really--"
"Okay, Chere yo' on, but don' say I didn' warn you." Gambit said pulling on his trench coat that was sitting in one of the chairs next to Storm. The shadow of fear or whatever other emotion she had caught in glistening in those eyes was gone, back to the cocky air that lay about him so naturally.
As soon as Gambit and Rogue disappeared into the elevator Wolverine looked over at the others, "Who do ya' think its gonna be?" He asked, "I'm puttin' ten bucks on Rogue."
"Logan we are not betting!" Said Jean looking angry, "this is a training exercise, which shouldn't even be happening, and in my opinion! And--"
"7 dollars on Rogue!" shouted Havoc. "Or anything to shut Phoenix up." Jean looked very upset about being interrupted twice in one Danger Room session she sat down quietly, her eyes narrowed and her Phoenix power made her glow an angry red.
"'Ey X-folk le's get dis show on de road before de comba'ants die o' old age!" Yelled Gambit toward the speakers.
Cyclops hit the microphone button and called down to them, "jeez Remy keep your shirt on, start in 10."
Rogue watched as Gambit's face became set and calm, but a slight twinge of some odd feeling stayed braking through that expert cool. Rogue couldn't place the problem. "9."
He was loose, ready, like so many countless fights he had gotten into on the Bayou. Rogue was just another competitor, just another person who was pissed to find a priceless family heirloom missing, another Assassin in the warring Guilds bent on taking out Jean-Luc's son. But he knew she wasn't. Something was affecting Remy, breaking the professionalism he stuck to in fights, something that generated an emotion he wasn't used to, and it was Rogue. Something about Rogue.
"8."
Scott was taking a really long time counting down. Or maybe it just felt like a long time to her. She was watching him, reading Gambit the only way you could, through his eyes. She watched the red and black dance and pulsate slowly as time was slowed down.
"7."
It was a bizarre feeling; he could see those two green orbs watching him reading him as if he was one of her gothic novels. He could feel his hand twitch reflexively as if open his bo-staff.
"6."
He was sweating, he was scared. Scared of her. But she no longer wanted him to be scared of her. This was payback for all the stupid things Gambit had said over the past few months. Sure he was the new 'X' and that was hard but she hadn't been annoying.
"5."
"Come on Sco', ya' pain in de ass." Gambit shouted. It was bad enough that Scott was his roommate and corrected his English, but he didn't have to be counting this slowly.
"Move over!" they heard Storm shout from somewhere inside the control room, Scott's dark form was pushed out of the way and the thin female form of Ororo Monroe, "4, 3, 2, 1! FIGHT ALREADY!"