AN: And back we go to the actual fic. This has Rogue's night out, some Remy, an insight into Rogue's past, some Jott and Romy, a little french and a little German. All that plus the slight introduction of the enemy. Enjoy.
'Thoughts'
*Telepathy*
=Lyrics, Seconds Away by Amy Studt=
{Written word}
Disclaimer: I own only the idea.
Chapter 2
=Umm, umm, umm, umm
I feel you inside me
And slowly I'm gone
I'm losing it quietly
Drawn into the sun=
Rogue smirked as she walked into the club. With her revealing -- but not slutty -- black clothes, dark make-up and flawless pale skin she knew instinctively that every male in the room was watching her. Not that she could really blame them, she was, after all, gorgeous.
She wove her way through the crowds of people, expertly avoiding grabbing hands and jealous girlfriends. Occasionally she would grace one of the males with her trademark seductive smirk before moving onto the next, her every movement in perfect time with the beat of the music.
=Lovers go and lovers come
It's the same for everyone
From my life, I'm holding on
It's fragile, precious=
She sauntered up to the bar and instantly had several seats offered to her, including one from a very familiar face, "Pietro, sugah," Rogue grabbed her old friend in a fierce hug, causing several of the men to groan in disappointment and walk back to their girlfriends, "What're ya doin' heah?"
The white-haired boy dropped his usual cocky attitude to smile affectionately at the girl he had practically grown up with, "You remember how bad the old Brotherhood were?" she nodded, "Well the new guys are even worse, plus they can be really stupid."
Rogue grinned, "Ya cain't mean that sugah." The young mutant remembered the days when she, Destiny, Mystique, Sabretooth and Magneto had been the Brotherhood, with the young Pietro and Wanda as trainees. Those days were full of both fond memories and bitter hatred. Mystique and Sabretooth had been constantly fighting -- something about a brief relationship she thought -- Magneto had looked down on them all with disdain -- he always thought he was so superior -- and Destiny had just sat there, listening.
That was the childhood Rogue remembered, terrorist activities and bickering adults. The only sanity she'd had in that place came when Wanda and Pietro were considered old enough to come to the meetings. Then she would be asked to take the younger children outside and keep them occupied. She would spend hours in the garden with them, never just one on their own, the twins were inseparable. That was part of the reason she had left the Brotherhood.
When Wanda had been sent to that institution it wasn't only Pietro's heart that had been broken, Rogue loved the girl like a little sister and the boy as a brother. The loss of Wanda was painful enough but Pietro had been walking around like a lost puppy asking everyone when Wanda was coming home. She had gone to her adoptive mother a few days later to ask her if she could talk to Magneto on Pietro's behalf and get Wanda back. When the woman had refused Rogue had lost her temper, charging half the room and almost killing the older woman before storming out. The only person she had bothered to say goodbye to was Pietro, explaining to the boy why she was going and that it had nothing to do with him.
"I guess you're right," Pietro said with a slightly forced laugh, his mind following the same path as Rogue's, "Nothing could be that bad."
=I see you beside me and softly I'm done
I'm falling, I'm melting like liquid, I run
Love is all and love is none
But it changes everyone
For a moment and then it's gone
It's fragile, precious=
At that moment the bartender came up to where the teens were sat, "What can I get you darling?" he asked, blatantly checking Rogue out.
She turned to face him, smirk back in place, and leaned forwards on the bar slightly, causing the man to blush, "Ah'll have a vodka and coke please sugah," she leaned back again, turning her gaze to Pietro, "You?"
"PIETRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" a voice screamed from the doorway, "WHERE ARE YOU, BROTHER?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
=Count the seconds away to the sound of
Your heart
What a beautiful day to get lost in the dark
Count the seconds away to the sound of
Your heart=
The speed demon paled at the sound of his sister's furious voice, he looked around quickly, spotting the nearest exit to him and farthest from Wanda. He darted forwards and placed a brief kiss on Rogue's cheek, "See you 'round Roguey," he muttered before vanishing.
Wanda strode through the crowd, using her powers to clear a path through the frightened people, a scowl crossing her features, "Where is he?!" she hissed furiously as she came to Rogue.
The older girl shrugged, picking up the drink that had just been placed before her, "Ah dunno sugah," she replied, hiding the pang of guilt she always felt when she saw the two like this, "He could be miles away bah now. Y'all mahght wanna trah headin' in that direction though," she indicated to the opposite exit from the one Pietro had used, hoping to spare her friend from certain death.
Wanda nodded then did something totally out of character, she hugged Rogue fiercely, "I missed you Roguey."
With that she left, not hearing the whispered, "Missed you too, hon."
=It's endless completeness, I draw in
Your arms
My senses awakening, how freeing you are=
With a heavy sigh Rogue finished her drink and headed out onto the dance floor, now filling with people once again. She planned on losing herself in the music and the men around her.
=From the depths of where I came
From the embers to the flame
Felling like a child again
I'm fragile, restless=
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Remy wondered what he was doing here, why he had let Pyro talk him into this. He was in a crowded club, risking being jostled and accidentally using his powers. At least he wasn't the only unhappy one there, poor Piotr looked absolutely petrified by the groups of barely dressed girls and leering boys.
Suddenly a voice disturbed the general atmosphere of the club, "PIETRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU, BROTHER?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" and Magneto's daughter stormed in, sending people scurrying to the sides in fear. Any soul unfortunate enough to still be on the dance floor when Wanda passed was unceremoniously dragged away by hexed tables and chairs. Remy noticed that the angry goth was making her way confidently to a spot directly opposite the main entrance. A path cleared to reveal… Remy gasped. Her! The girl who could touch him, the girl he hadn't been able to get out of his mind.
The shock of seeing that girl -- Rogue, that was her name -- wasn't nothing compared to his surprise at what happened next. Wanda spoke briefly to Rogue and the older girl pointed towards one of the doors. Remy was too far away to hear the conversation but he could tell that Wanda was both angry and pleased about something, she moved slightly closer to the Rogue and…
"Bloody hell!!!!!! Is the Scarlet Witch actually hugging that sheila?!?!?!?!?!" Pyro exclaimed in disbelief as they watched the girls embrace before Wanda walked away, "What do you make of tat then mates?" he asked the other two.
Remy didn't really care what Wanda was doing, true he was shocked by her actions but she wasn't the one he was interested in, he shrugged at his friend, never taking his eyes of Rogue as she sauntered onto the dance floor. Piotr had stayed quiet and emotionless throughout the whole exchange so Pyro got no opinion from him either.
The young pyromaniac turned away from the others muttering under his breath about 'some people being to boring to care about girls hugging each other in public'.
"You have a very sick mind, my friend. Do you not think that they may simply be friends?" Piotr asked suddenly, surprising Pyro.
"He talked, did ya hear that mate? Colossus actually talked!"
Remy ignored both the hyperactive Aussie and the stoic Russian, his eyes fixed on the moving figure of Rogue. He got up from the table without a word to his companions and walked over to her.
"Where's he going?"
=Count the seconds away to the sound of
Your heart
What a beautiful day to get lost in the dark
Count the seconds away to the sound of
Your heart=
She was dancing in the middle of a group of men when Remy finally got to her. It had taken him longer than he had liked to get to where she was, having to avoid people and such. He's not to disappointed though, he gets to watch her dance for a while longer, to see the look on her face when she meets the eye of a particularly handsome guy. Suddenly he's the one she's looking at, those unusual eyes meeting his and drawing him in again. Only this time, she seems as enchanted by him as he is by her.
=The seconds, the seconds, the seconds into
Your heart
The=
She moves closer to him, arms snaking around his neck, body pressed up against his. They're still looking into each other's eyes, not a word's been spoken between them yet, they're just lost in each other.
=Count the seconds away to the sound of
Your heart
What a beautiful day to get lost in the dark
Count the seconds away to the sound of
Your heart=
The men look at this scene, the beautiful girl they were after had gone to this boy, they had lost. They move away, looking for another girl to chase, though none would be as alluring as the one they had just lost.
Rogue and Gambit dance on, oblivious to the fact that the song has ended, that they are dancing now in near silence. Even if they were aware neither one would care, the moment was all that mattered, the connection that seemed to have been there forever yet was brand new. There was nothing in the world but them.
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Unknown to the potential couple they were being watched, and their observer wasn't the friendliest of people. He had been looking for these two for a long time, fourteen years to be exact. They had changed a lot since the last time he had seen them, both were much more attractive than he had expected them to be.
He finished the beer he had been nursing and took one last look at the teens. Now that he knew where they were he could finally put his plan back into action. They would finally fulfil the purpose he had selected them for. All he had to do was wait, it had been fourteen years already a couple more days wouldn't hurt.
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"Hey Ro--oh, hi Scott. What're you doing here?" Jean rushed into Rogue's room, hoping to find her best friend so they could finish their earlier discussion, well the discussion Jean had wanted to have. Instead she had found Scott there, sitting at the disorganised desk, pen in hand. Was he doing Rogue's homework? She looked more closely, no, he was just giving examples of how the math problems worked. 'I thought Rogue knew…oh!' Jean's attention was caught by the ace of spades card sticking out of the french book. She picked it up and turned it over, {He's all yours sugar.} The words were scrawled across the back in Rogue's distinctive handwriting.
Scott blushed, not as much as he did around Rogue but still a nice shade of red, "I-I was just uh… going over the math for Rogue. You?" He looked up at her, face unreadable since his eyes were hidden. If they hadn't been then Jean would have seen the adoration, even love, in them. Scott had loved Jean since he first laid eyes on her. Whatever there was between him and Rogue was one-sided, what male wouldn't be affected by her? But what he felt for Jean, that was on a much more emotional level, the physical attraction was there of course but her looks weren't the most important thing to her.
"I needed to talk to Rogue about… stuff, y'know, uh, girl stuff," Jean was blushing too now, almost the same colour as her hair. She didn't know why Scott had this effect on her, no other guy had, not even Duncan.
"Ok, well I've finished doing this now, I don't think Rogue'll have any trouble with the work. Do you want to go out and get something to eat or… something?" he asked nervously.
Jean pushed a stand of red hair out of her face, "Yeah, that sounds good. Where do you want to go?"
Scott shrugged, "I dunno, wherever."
The teens headed out to Scott's car, promising the professor that they would be back by ten. On impulse Jean had run up to Rogue's room while Scott spoke to the professor and written a little note underneath the math work.
Scott raised an eyebrow as she descended the stairs.
"Forgot my jacket," she replied simply.
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The X-Men were just sitting down to breakfast when a loud groan alerted them to the presence of their Rogue. She walked to the table and flopped into a seat between Kitty and Kurt, her head falling heavily onto her crossed arms.
They exchanged glances, who was going to be brave enough to talk to the tired, possibly hung over, southerner? After a moment Kurt reached out with his tail to pour a cup of coffee and place it in front of his big sister, "Guten Morgen haben meine Schwester, Sie hat gut geschlaufen?" he enquired kindly.
She raised her head to give him a scathing look, all the more impressive with her demon eyes, before noticing the mug of blessed coffee. She picked it up and took a sip, smiling slightly, "Nein. Ich habe hinteres Heim nicht erhalten, bis zwei morgens und ich an fünf für eine Ausbildungssitzung mit Logan aufstehen mußte. Ich bin vollständig ausgeschöpft, will ich wirklich nicht gehen, heute einzuschulen."
Kurt winced, "Arm Sie," he commiserated while offering her a plate of fried breakfast foods, much to Kitty's disgust.
Rogue took one look at the plate and paled even more than usual, "Y'know, Ah really ain't that hungry. Thanks for the offah though sugah." She returned her attention to the coffee in her hand, practically breathing in the steaming liquid.
"Hey Scott, the professor said I could, like, drive us to school this morning," Kitty piped up, much to the dismay of the others.
"We're all gonna die," Evan complained, earning a mildly scathing glare from the valley girl. They were all used to the more effective one's from Rogue though so Kitty's had absolutely no effect.
Rogue looked at the valley girl then Scott and Jean -- were they holding hands under the table? -- and came to a decision, "Ah've gotta go, prof asked meh ta take Jamie ta school t'day so we're leavin' now sugah," the last part addressed to the excited looking boy at the end of the table. He jumped up and practically skipped to the garage.
*Liar,* Jean's voice echoed amusedly in her mind and the girl herself was giving Rogue a mock frown.
The other girl simply waved at them with a grin, *At least Ah don' havta rahde wi' Kitty now. Bah th' way, how was ya nahght?* She headed to the garage before Jean could find some way to get revenge on her best friend.
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"Bonjour mon cher, c'est bon de vous voir encore," the Cajun accented voice whispered as Rogue placed her helmet in her locker and got out the books she'd need for her next class, and Remy wrapped his arms around her waist.
Rogue stepped out of his grip, closing the locker door, and gave him her usual smirk, "Mornin' sugah," she replied dismissively as she headed down the corridor, flirting shamelessly with all the guys she passed.
Remy was confused, why was she acting this way? 'De femme din't seem t' min' Remy las' night,' he thought. Even when she found out what his powers were she had seemed to genuinely like him, was it all an act? Was she just playing with him? "Ai-t-je fait quelque chose pour vous offenser?" he asked worriedly.
The girl turned to face him, "No sugah, y' ain't done nothin' t' offend meh. It was just one nahght, ya readin' too much inta it," with that she spun on her heel and stalked away through crowds of sneering, bitching girls.
Remy watched her hips sway in the tight leather pants she was wearing -- no doubt to attract such attention -- and felt his heart shatter. He was sure that there was something between, something real, but now she was brushing him off.
"Why she doin' dis t' Remy?" he asked himself even though he thought he already understood. He had seen it in her eyes, she'd loved before and been hurt, the act was a way of defending herself. He only wished she would realise that he couldn't do that to her. He'd seen her four times -- including that morning -- and he was already in love with her, completely and utterly.
Rogue stalked into her math class, head high. And took a seat near the back, she leaned backwards in her chair and stretched luxuriously. She was deliberately drawing the attention of every male in the room, emphasising her already highly seductive movements in an attempt to prove to herself that the Cajun was just another guy.
Moments later the teacher walked in and Rogue pulled the homework out of her bag. Something fluttered out of the book and onto the desk. She gave it a casual glance, the notes Scott had made for her, the notes she hadn't really needed. She was about to stuff it back into her bag when something caught her eye, a message in Jean's handwriting.
{You are a complete bitch, you know that? All this time I thought you wanted Scott and you were just planning a way to set us up, weren't you? I love you for this, even if you are a bitch. Jean.} Rogue smirked as she read the note then carried on with the class.
Translations:
German:
Guten Morgen haben meine Schwester, Sie hat gut geschlaufen? = Good morning my sister, did you sleep well?
Nein. Ich habe hinteres Heim nicht erhalten, bis zwei morgens und ich an fünf für eine Ausbildungssitzung mit Logan aufstehen mußte. Ich bin vollständig ausgeschöpft, will ich wirklich nicht gehen, heute einzuschulen. = No. I did not get back home until two in the morning and I had to get up at five for a training session with Logan. I am completely exhausted, I really do not want to go to school today.
Arm Sie. = Poor you.
French:
Bonjour mon cher, c'est bon de vous voir encore. = Hello my dear, it is good to see you again.
Ai-t-je fait quelque chose pour vous offenser? = Have I done something to offend you?
Ok, this isn't exactly what I had planned but it started to get a little forced towards the end so I stopped. I hope you all enjoyed the Romy moment in the club, there will be flashbacks to that later so you can find out how what they did.
Before anyone says anything, I know I changed tenses when Remy and Rogue started to dance, it wasn't meant to happen but it works better that way, trust me, I tried to change it and it was terrible.
Anyway the next diary entry should be up soon and the next chapter, hopefully, by Monday.
Ishandahalf: Hellooooooo. My puppy on crack? Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Noooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!! Ruuuuuunnnnnnnnn. It's a very scary thought, I think I'll stick to bunnies, they're much smaller. Glad you're enjoying this though, there's some Romy in this chap, even though you didn't ask for it. As for the diary, you just have to wait and see.
Dark dragon fire demon: Hyper reviewers don't scare me, I have a hyper puppy AND sister so yeah, hyper is the norm here. I'm glad you like how I portray the characters but I'm not that talented, just insane.
Ladychopsticks: Ok there will be more diary entries coming soon. Still scaring me into writing though, it's a good thing cos I have a habit of procrastinating at times.
Calliann: Hopefully your questions will be answered soon, well I know they will be. And you won't even have to be too patient, it's coming soon.
'Thoughts'
*Telepathy*
=Lyrics, Seconds Away by Amy Studt=
{Written word}
Disclaimer: I own only the idea.
Chapter 2
=Umm, umm, umm, umm
I feel you inside me
And slowly I'm gone
I'm losing it quietly
Drawn into the sun=
Rogue smirked as she walked into the club. With her revealing -- but not slutty -- black clothes, dark make-up and flawless pale skin she knew instinctively that every male in the room was watching her. Not that she could really blame them, she was, after all, gorgeous.
She wove her way through the crowds of people, expertly avoiding grabbing hands and jealous girlfriends. Occasionally she would grace one of the males with her trademark seductive smirk before moving onto the next, her every movement in perfect time with the beat of the music.
=Lovers go and lovers come
It's the same for everyone
From my life, I'm holding on
It's fragile, precious=
She sauntered up to the bar and instantly had several seats offered to her, including one from a very familiar face, "Pietro, sugah," Rogue grabbed her old friend in a fierce hug, causing several of the men to groan in disappointment and walk back to their girlfriends, "What're ya doin' heah?"
The white-haired boy dropped his usual cocky attitude to smile affectionately at the girl he had practically grown up with, "You remember how bad the old Brotherhood were?" she nodded, "Well the new guys are even worse, plus they can be really stupid."
Rogue grinned, "Ya cain't mean that sugah." The young mutant remembered the days when she, Destiny, Mystique, Sabretooth and Magneto had been the Brotherhood, with the young Pietro and Wanda as trainees. Those days were full of both fond memories and bitter hatred. Mystique and Sabretooth had been constantly fighting -- something about a brief relationship she thought -- Magneto had looked down on them all with disdain -- he always thought he was so superior -- and Destiny had just sat there, listening.
That was the childhood Rogue remembered, terrorist activities and bickering adults. The only sanity she'd had in that place came when Wanda and Pietro were considered old enough to come to the meetings. Then she would be asked to take the younger children outside and keep them occupied. She would spend hours in the garden with them, never just one on their own, the twins were inseparable. That was part of the reason she had left the Brotherhood.
When Wanda had been sent to that institution it wasn't only Pietro's heart that had been broken, Rogue loved the girl like a little sister and the boy as a brother. The loss of Wanda was painful enough but Pietro had been walking around like a lost puppy asking everyone when Wanda was coming home. She had gone to her adoptive mother a few days later to ask her if she could talk to Magneto on Pietro's behalf and get Wanda back. When the woman had refused Rogue had lost her temper, charging half the room and almost killing the older woman before storming out. The only person she had bothered to say goodbye to was Pietro, explaining to the boy why she was going and that it had nothing to do with him.
"I guess you're right," Pietro said with a slightly forced laugh, his mind following the same path as Rogue's, "Nothing could be that bad."
=I see you beside me and softly I'm done
I'm falling, I'm melting like liquid, I run
Love is all and love is none
But it changes everyone
For a moment and then it's gone
It's fragile, precious=
At that moment the bartender came up to where the teens were sat, "What can I get you darling?" he asked, blatantly checking Rogue out.
She turned to face him, smirk back in place, and leaned forwards on the bar slightly, causing the man to blush, "Ah'll have a vodka and coke please sugah," she leaned back again, turning her gaze to Pietro, "You?"
"PIETRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" a voice screamed from the doorway, "WHERE ARE YOU, BROTHER?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
=Count the seconds away to the sound of
Your heart
What a beautiful day to get lost in the dark
Count the seconds away to the sound of
Your heart=
The speed demon paled at the sound of his sister's furious voice, he looked around quickly, spotting the nearest exit to him and farthest from Wanda. He darted forwards and placed a brief kiss on Rogue's cheek, "See you 'round Roguey," he muttered before vanishing.
Wanda strode through the crowd, using her powers to clear a path through the frightened people, a scowl crossing her features, "Where is he?!" she hissed furiously as she came to Rogue.
The older girl shrugged, picking up the drink that had just been placed before her, "Ah dunno sugah," she replied, hiding the pang of guilt she always felt when she saw the two like this, "He could be miles away bah now. Y'all mahght wanna trah headin' in that direction though," she indicated to the opposite exit from the one Pietro had used, hoping to spare her friend from certain death.
Wanda nodded then did something totally out of character, she hugged Rogue fiercely, "I missed you Roguey."
With that she left, not hearing the whispered, "Missed you too, hon."
=It's endless completeness, I draw in
Your arms
My senses awakening, how freeing you are=
With a heavy sigh Rogue finished her drink and headed out onto the dance floor, now filling with people once again. She planned on losing herself in the music and the men around her.
=From the depths of where I came
From the embers to the flame
Felling like a child again
I'm fragile, restless=
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Remy wondered what he was doing here, why he had let Pyro talk him into this. He was in a crowded club, risking being jostled and accidentally using his powers. At least he wasn't the only unhappy one there, poor Piotr looked absolutely petrified by the groups of barely dressed girls and leering boys.
Suddenly a voice disturbed the general atmosphere of the club, "PIETRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHERE ARE YOU, BROTHER?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" and Magneto's daughter stormed in, sending people scurrying to the sides in fear. Any soul unfortunate enough to still be on the dance floor when Wanda passed was unceremoniously dragged away by hexed tables and chairs. Remy noticed that the angry goth was making her way confidently to a spot directly opposite the main entrance. A path cleared to reveal… Remy gasped. Her! The girl who could touch him, the girl he hadn't been able to get out of his mind.
The shock of seeing that girl -- Rogue, that was her name -- wasn't nothing compared to his surprise at what happened next. Wanda spoke briefly to Rogue and the older girl pointed towards one of the doors. Remy was too far away to hear the conversation but he could tell that Wanda was both angry and pleased about something, she moved slightly closer to the Rogue and…
"Bloody hell!!!!!! Is the Scarlet Witch actually hugging that sheila?!?!?!?!?!" Pyro exclaimed in disbelief as they watched the girls embrace before Wanda walked away, "What do you make of tat then mates?" he asked the other two.
Remy didn't really care what Wanda was doing, true he was shocked by her actions but she wasn't the one he was interested in, he shrugged at his friend, never taking his eyes of Rogue as she sauntered onto the dance floor. Piotr had stayed quiet and emotionless throughout the whole exchange so Pyro got no opinion from him either.
The young pyromaniac turned away from the others muttering under his breath about 'some people being to boring to care about girls hugging each other in public'.
"You have a very sick mind, my friend. Do you not think that they may simply be friends?" Piotr asked suddenly, surprising Pyro.
"He talked, did ya hear that mate? Colossus actually talked!"
Remy ignored both the hyperactive Aussie and the stoic Russian, his eyes fixed on the moving figure of Rogue. He got up from the table without a word to his companions and walked over to her.
"Where's he going?"
=Count the seconds away to the sound of
Your heart
What a beautiful day to get lost in the dark
Count the seconds away to the sound of
Your heart=
She was dancing in the middle of a group of men when Remy finally got to her. It had taken him longer than he had liked to get to where she was, having to avoid people and such. He's not to disappointed though, he gets to watch her dance for a while longer, to see the look on her face when she meets the eye of a particularly handsome guy. Suddenly he's the one she's looking at, those unusual eyes meeting his and drawing him in again. Only this time, she seems as enchanted by him as he is by her.
=The seconds, the seconds, the seconds into
Your heart
The=
She moves closer to him, arms snaking around his neck, body pressed up against his. They're still looking into each other's eyes, not a word's been spoken between them yet, they're just lost in each other.
=Count the seconds away to the sound of
Your heart
What a beautiful day to get lost in the dark
Count the seconds away to the sound of
Your heart=
The men look at this scene, the beautiful girl they were after had gone to this boy, they had lost. They move away, looking for another girl to chase, though none would be as alluring as the one they had just lost.
Rogue and Gambit dance on, oblivious to the fact that the song has ended, that they are dancing now in near silence. Even if they were aware neither one would care, the moment was all that mattered, the connection that seemed to have been there forever yet was brand new. There was nothing in the world but them.
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Unknown to the potential couple they were being watched, and their observer wasn't the friendliest of people. He had been looking for these two for a long time, fourteen years to be exact. They had changed a lot since the last time he had seen them, both were much more attractive than he had expected them to be.
He finished the beer he had been nursing and took one last look at the teens. Now that he knew where they were he could finally put his plan back into action. They would finally fulfil the purpose he had selected them for. All he had to do was wait, it had been fourteen years already a couple more days wouldn't hurt.
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"Hey Ro--oh, hi Scott. What're you doing here?" Jean rushed into Rogue's room, hoping to find her best friend so they could finish their earlier discussion, well the discussion Jean had wanted to have. Instead she had found Scott there, sitting at the disorganised desk, pen in hand. Was he doing Rogue's homework? She looked more closely, no, he was just giving examples of how the math problems worked. 'I thought Rogue knew…oh!' Jean's attention was caught by the ace of spades card sticking out of the french book. She picked it up and turned it over, {He's all yours sugar.} The words were scrawled across the back in Rogue's distinctive handwriting.
Scott blushed, not as much as he did around Rogue but still a nice shade of red, "I-I was just uh… going over the math for Rogue. You?" He looked up at her, face unreadable since his eyes were hidden. If they hadn't been then Jean would have seen the adoration, even love, in them. Scott had loved Jean since he first laid eyes on her. Whatever there was between him and Rogue was one-sided, what male wouldn't be affected by her? But what he felt for Jean, that was on a much more emotional level, the physical attraction was there of course but her looks weren't the most important thing to her.
"I needed to talk to Rogue about… stuff, y'know, uh, girl stuff," Jean was blushing too now, almost the same colour as her hair. She didn't know why Scott had this effect on her, no other guy had, not even Duncan.
"Ok, well I've finished doing this now, I don't think Rogue'll have any trouble with the work. Do you want to go out and get something to eat or… something?" he asked nervously.
Jean pushed a stand of red hair out of her face, "Yeah, that sounds good. Where do you want to go?"
Scott shrugged, "I dunno, wherever."
The teens headed out to Scott's car, promising the professor that they would be back by ten. On impulse Jean had run up to Rogue's room while Scott spoke to the professor and written a little note underneath the math work.
Scott raised an eyebrow as she descended the stairs.
"Forgot my jacket," she replied simply.
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The X-Men were just sitting down to breakfast when a loud groan alerted them to the presence of their Rogue. She walked to the table and flopped into a seat between Kitty and Kurt, her head falling heavily onto her crossed arms.
They exchanged glances, who was going to be brave enough to talk to the tired, possibly hung over, southerner? After a moment Kurt reached out with his tail to pour a cup of coffee and place it in front of his big sister, "Guten Morgen haben meine Schwester, Sie hat gut geschlaufen?" he enquired kindly.
She raised her head to give him a scathing look, all the more impressive with her demon eyes, before noticing the mug of blessed coffee. She picked it up and took a sip, smiling slightly, "Nein. Ich habe hinteres Heim nicht erhalten, bis zwei morgens und ich an fünf für eine Ausbildungssitzung mit Logan aufstehen mußte. Ich bin vollständig ausgeschöpft, will ich wirklich nicht gehen, heute einzuschulen."
Kurt winced, "Arm Sie," he commiserated while offering her a plate of fried breakfast foods, much to Kitty's disgust.
Rogue took one look at the plate and paled even more than usual, "Y'know, Ah really ain't that hungry. Thanks for the offah though sugah." She returned her attention to the coffee in her hand, practically breathing in the steaming liquid.
"Hey Scott, the professor said I could, like, drive us to school this morning," Kitty piped up, much to the dismay of the others.
"We're all gonna die," Evan complained, earning a mildly scathing glare from the valley girl. They were all used to the more effective one's from Rogue though so Kitty's had absolutely no effect.
Rogue looked at the valley girl then Scott and Jean -- were they holding hands under the table? -- and came to a decision, "Ah've gotta go, prof asked meh ta take Jamie ta school t'day so we're leavin' now sugah," the last part addressed to the excited looking boy at the end of the table. He jumped up and practically skipped to the garage.
*Liar,* Jean's voice echoed amusedly in her mind and the girl herself was giving Rogue a mock frown.
The other girl simply waved at them with a grin, *At least Ah don' havta rahde wi' Kitty now. Bah th' way, how was ya nahght?* She headed to the garage before Jean could find some way to get revenge on her best friend.
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"Bonjour mon cher, c'est bon de vous voir encore," the Cajun accented voice whispered as Rogue placed her helmet in her locker and got out the books she'd need for her next class, and Remy wrapped his arms around her waist.
Rogue stepped out of his grip, closing the locker door, and gave him her usual smirk, "Mornin' sugah," she replied dismissively as she headed down the corridor, flirting shamelessly with all the guys she passed.
Remy was confused, why was she acting this way? 'De femme din't seem t' min' Remy las' night,' he thought. Even when she found out what his powers were she had seemed to genuinely like him, was it all an act? Was she just playing with him? "Ai-t-je fait quelque chose pour vous offenser?" he asked worriedly.
The girl turned to face him, "No sugah, y' ain't done nothin' t' offend meh. It was just one nahght, ya readin' too much inta it," with that she spun on her heel and stalked away through crowds of sneering, bitching girls.
Remy watched her hips sway in the tight leather pants she was wearing -- no doubt to attract such attention -- and felt his heart shatter. He was sure that there was something between, something real, but now she was brushing him off.
"Why she doin' dis t' Remy?" he asked himself even though he thought he already understood. He had seen it in her eyes, she'd loved before and been hurt, the act was a way of defending herself. He only wished she would realise that he couldn't do that to her. He'd seen her four times -- including that morning -- and he was already in love with her, completely and utterly.
Rogue stalked into her math class, head high. And took a seat near the back, she leaned backwards in her chair and stretched luxuriously. She was deliberately drawing the attention of every male in the room, emphasising her already highly seductive movements in an attempt to prove to herself that the Cajun was just another guy.
Moments later the teacher walked in and Rogue pulled the homework out of her bag. Something fluttered out of the book and onto the desk. She gave it a casual glance, the notes Scott had made for her, the notes she hadn't really needed. She was about to stuff it back into her bag when something caught her eye, a message in Jean's handwriting.
{You are a complete bitch, you know that? All this time I thought you wanted Scott and you were just planning a way to set us up, weren't you? I love you for this, even if you are a bitch. Jean.} Rogue smirked as she read the note then carried on with the class.
Translations:
German:
Guten Morgen haben meine Schwester, Sie hat gut geschlaufen? = Good morning my sister, did you sleep well?
Nein. Ich habe hinteres Heim nicht erhalten, bis zwei morgens und ich an fünf für eine Ausbildungssitzung mit Logan aufstehen mußte. Ich bin vollständig ausgeschöpft, will ich wirklich nicht gehen, heute einzuschulen. = No. I did not get back home until two in the morning and I had to get up at five for a training session with Logan. I am completely exhausted, I really do not want to go to school today.
Arm Sie. = Poor you.
French:
Bonjour mon cher, c'est bon de vous voir encore. = Hello my dear, it is good to see you again.
Ai-t-je fait quelque chose pour vous offenser? = Have I done something to offend you?
Ok, this isn't exactly what I had planned but it started to get a little forced towards the end so I stopped. I hope you all enjoyed the Romy moment in the club, there will be flashbacks to that later so you can find out how what they did.
Before anyone says anything, I know I changed tenses when Remy and Rogue started to dance, it wasn't meant to happen but it works better that way, trust me, I tried to change it and it was terrible.
Anyway the next diary entry should be up soon and the next chapter, hopefully, by Monday.
Ishandahalf: Hellooooooo. My puppy on crack? Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Noooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!! Ruuuuuunnnnnnnnn. It's a very scary thought, I think I'll stick to bunnies, they're much smaller. Glad you're enjoying this though, there's some Romy in this chap, even though you didn't ask for it. As for the diary, you just have to wait and see.
Dark dragon fire demon: Hyper reviewers don't scare me, I have a hyper puppy AND sister so yeah, hyper is the norm here. I'm glad you like how I portray the characters but I'm not that talented, just insane.
Ladychopsticks: Ok there will be more diary entries coming soon. Still scaring me into writing though, it's a good thing cos I have a habit of procrastinating at times.
Calliann: Hopefully your questions will be answered soon, well I know they will be. And you won't even have to be too patient, it's coming soon.