AN: I dedicate this chapter to Ishandahalf who wanted to know about Rogue's heartbreak, hope you enjoy this hon.
Remember everyone, go read Wandering Souls by Calliann.
#Flashbacks#
[Dreams]
Disclaimer: If you recognise it, it ain't mine.
Chapter 7
The woman stepped off the plane and instantly wished she was back on it. Living in warm climates for the past nine years hadn't prepared her for a return to her native Scotland. She wrapped herself tighter in the black woollen coat and adjusted the scarf so it covered more of her face, leaving only her eyes visible. She promptly covered these with a pair of dark glasses, earning strange looks since it WAS winter.
Evidently she wasn't the only one the cold was affecting as a voice from her arms muttered, "Cold, mama. No like cold."
She looked down at the bundle of fabric which -- somewhere -- contained the body of her two year old daughter, "M' puir wee bairn," she whispered, "Yer nae used tae a' this are ye? Dinnae worry yerself, we'll be warm soon, jist ye wait a bit, okay?"
The bundle moved slightly in what she assumed was a nod and the woman looked around the airport as she made her way through customs to the arrivals lounge. She passed through all the checks without any trouble and collected her luggage, a single suitcase filled with her daughters clothes.
"Merc?" a voice called from the crowds, "Aye, 'tis ye. Ye've grown lass."
"'Lo Tam," she smiled, "It's been a long time."
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[Charles Xavier smiled down at the little girl on his lap, she was quite possibly the most beautiful child he had ever seen. Her hair was a silky black curtain that faded gradually to pure silver at the bottom and her eyes were silver pools, fathomless and unreadable. Currently she was wearing her best party dress, a pretty black velvet thing that made her look like a delicate china doll, with her aristocratic features and pale skin. She was giggling lightly at something he'd just told her, while her little brother sat at his feet in dungaree's playing with Charles' shoe laces.
Without warning she seemed to melt through his fingers, a stream of liquid metal and the boy pulled away from him, moving to the opposite side of the room. When the girl reformed herself she was different, older. Gone was the happy laugh and pretty dress, instead there stood a cold, beautiful woman with blood staining her long fingered hands.
He turned away from her to see the boy had changed too, he was a wasted husk, a body that hadn't had the sense to die yet. The eyes though, the eyes were bright, alive and filled with malevolent intent. Both young adults ignored him, instead glaring at each other. The woman's hand shifted into a razor sharp knife as she advanced on the boy, her eyes still unreadable.
Xavier tried to move between them, fearing what was about to happen, but found himself frozen to the spot. He tried to call out to the woman, with both voice and telepathy, too no avail. For the first time in his life Charles Xavier was helpless.
Finally he found his voice, "NO!!" but it came too late, she had already plunged her hand/blade into her brother's chest.]
"NO!!!!!!!!!!" he sat up suddenly, gasping for air.
"Charles?" Ororo Munroe enquired, rushing into the room at his cry, closely followed by Logan. The man looked around the room, claws extended as he sniffed the air for any signs of danger.
"It was nothing my friends, simply a bad dream," Xavier told them dismissively, "I'm fine, really."
Though neither adult looked convinced they left the room, Logan wrapping his arm around the woman's waist. The two had 'secretly' started seeing each other shortly after the incident with Dr. Lexmark and the kids had bets going on how long it would take them to go public.
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It had been six weeks since Rogue's mother had died and she still wasn't sure how she felt about it, she was sad of course, but at the same time she didn't really feel anything. She hadn't known the woman after all.
She felt Remy shifting beside her, "Wha's wrong, chere?" he murmured sleepily, opening a single red-on-black eye.
Rogue smiled at him, running a hand through his auburn hair, "Nothin' really sugah, jus' cain't sleep," she pulled herself up to sit against the headboard.
Remy sat up beside her and slid his arm around her back, he turned slightly to kiss her hair before asking, "Anyt'in' y' wan' talk 'bout, mon amour?" he pulled her closer and she rested her head on his shoulder.
She shrugged slightly, running a hand in circles on his chest, "Ah dunno, anythin' ya wanna know?"
Remy looked at her with a frown, she was avoiding the question, turning it back on him. He wondered what he could talk to her about until they could reach the subject of her mother. A snippet of conversation they'd had months ago came back to him.
#He smiled at her, "Why y' been ignorin' Remy chere?" he countered.
Rogue blushed slightly and looked down, how could she explain her past to this guy? How could she explain how her heart had been shattered almost irreparably? "Ah… it's a long story Remy, Ah'd rather not go inta it rahght now. All ya need ta know is that Ah've been hurt b'fore an'…"
"Y' were scared," he finished for her.#
"Tell me 'bout de homme dat broke y' heart chere," he said as gently as possible, hoping she wouldn't avoid the subject again.
She sighed deeply, staring down at her hands as they twined in her lap. For a moment Remy thought she wasn't going to say anything, when she suddenly spoke, "Ah was twelve," she began in a soft voice, "Ah was still with th' Brotherhood. Momma -- Mystique -- she wouldn' let me have boyfriends, she said they were nothin' but trouble, Ah wish Ah'd listened ta her. His name was Cody an' we'd been seein' each othah f'r 'bout a month before anyone found out. He din' know anythin' 'bout mutant's or powahs or nothin' an' he thought Ah was jus' a normal gal, li'l odd but still normal. Ah'd always worn dark glasses 'round othah people so they din't get scared by mah eyes.
"Cody jus' wouldn't take no f'r an answer, he kept tryin' ta' see mah eyes. Aftah a whahle Ah stated ta trust him, even thought 'bout introducin' 'im ta the othahs, so one day when we were alone… don' ya look at me lahke that, mistah LeBeau!" Remy had raised his eyebrows suggestively at that last comment, "So Ah took mah glasses off so he could see mah eyes. Ah was expectin' him ta be surprised at least, but Ah didn't expect him ta run off screamin' 'bout me bein' the devil an' such. We had ta leave the town then. He was mah first boyfriend, mah first love, an' he managed ta get me drummed outta town bah th' entahre church -- the entahre town really. Aftah that momma took us ta Germany f'r a li'l while, poor Kurt had ta deal wit' mah broken heart and a pissed mother."
Remy gave her a pitying look, which he swiftly removed at her glare, "'M sorry chere, y' know Remy'd nev'r do anyt'in' like that to y', don' y' chere?"
Rogue grinned at him, "Only cos ya eyes're th' same as mahne sugah," she teased.
"Course."
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"Do you know why we called you home Mercury?" the man seated behind a huge oak desk asked the woman the woman sitting before him.
"I cannae say that I do," she responded with a frown, gloved hands clasped neatly in her skirt clad lap. She was lying though, there was only one reason her boss would call her home…
"It's Kevin."
Well? Nice short chapter, a little Romy moment, some stuff that relates to the coming plot and a teeny bit of Logan/Ororo.
I would just like to say that Mercury is in no way based on me, personality or appearance-wise.
Remember everyone, go read Wandering Souls by Calliann.
#Flashbacks#
[Dreams]
Disclaimer: If you recognise it, it ain't mine.
Chapter 7
The woman stepped off the plane and instantly wished she was back on it. Living in warm climates for the past nine years hadn't prepared her for a return to her native Scotland. She wrapped herself tighter in the black woollen coat and adjusted the scarf so it covered more of her face, leaving only her eyes visible. She promptly covered these with a pair of dark glasses, earning strange looks since it WAS winter.
Evidently she wasn't the only one the cold was affecting as a voice from her arms muttered, "Cold, mama. No like cold."
She looked down at the bundle of fabric which -- somewhere -- contained the body of her two year old daughter, "M' puir wee bairn," she whispered, "Yer nae used tae a' this are ye? Dinnae worry yerself, we'll be warm soon, jist ye wait a bit, okay?"
The bundle moved slightly in what she assumed was a nod and the woman looked around the airport as she made her way through customs to the arrivals lounge. She passed through all the checks without any trouble and collected her luggage, a single suitcase filled with her daughters clothes.
"Merc?" a voice called from the crowds, "Aye, 'tis ye. Ye've grown lass."
"'Lo Tam," she smiled, "It's been a long time."
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[Charles Xavier smiled down at the little girl on his lap, she was quite possibly the most beautiful child he had ever seen. Her hair was a silky black curtain that faded gradually to pure silver at the bottom and her eyes were silver pools, fathomless and unreadable. Currently she was wearing her best party dress, a pretty black velvet thing that made her look like a delicate china doll, with her aristocratic features and pale skin. She was giggling lightly at something he'd just told her, while her little brother sat at his feet in dungaree's playing with Charles' shoe laces.
Without warning she seemed to melt through his fingers, a stream of liquid metal and the boy pulled away from him, moving to the opposite side of the room. When the girl reformed herself she was different, older. Gone was the happy laugh and pretty dress, instead there stood a cold, beautiful woman with blood staining her long fingered hands.
He turned away from her to see the boy had changed too, he was a wasted husk, a body that hadn't had the sense to die yet. The eyes though, the eyes were bright, alive and filled with malevolent intent. Both young adults ignored him, instead glaring at each other. The woman's hand shifted into a razor sharp knife as she advanced on the boy, her eyes still unreadable.
Xavier tried to move between them, fearing what was about to happen, but found himself frozen to the spot. He tried to call out to the woman, with both voice and telepathy, too no avail. For the first time in his life Charles Xavier was helpless.
Finally he found his voice, "NO!!" but it came too late, she had already plunged her hand/blade into her brother's chest.]
"NO!!!!!!!!!!" he sat up suddenly, gasping for air.
"Charles?" Ororo Munroe enquired, rushing into the room at his cry, closely followed by Logan. The man looked around the room, claws extended as he sniffed the air for any signs of danger.
"It was nothing my friends, simply a bad dream," Xavier told them dismissively, "I'm fine, really."
Though neither adult looked convinced they left the room, Logan wrapping his arm around the woman's waist. The two had 'secretly' started seeing each other shortly after the incident with Dr. Lexmark and the kids had bets going on how long it would take them to go public.
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It had been six weeks since Rogue's mother had died and she still wasn't sure how she felt about it, she was sad of course, but at the same time she didn't really feel anything. She hadn't known the woman after all.
She felt Remy shifting beside her, "Wha's wrong, chere?" he murmured sleepily, opening a single red-on-black eye.
Rogue smiled at him, running a hand through his auburn hair, "Nothin' really sugah, jus' cain't sleep," she pulled herself up to sit against the headboard.
Remy sat up beside her and slid his arm around her back, he turned slightly to kiss her hair before asking, "Anyt'in' y' wan' talk 'bout, mon amour?" he pulled her closer and she rested her head on his shoulder.
She shrugged slightly, running a hand in circles on his chest, "Ah dunno, anythin' ya wanna know?"
Remy looked at her with a frown, she was avoiding the question, turning it back on him. He wondered what he could talk to her about until they could reach the subject of her mother. A snippet of conversation they'd had months ago came back to him.
#He smiled at her, "Why y' been ignorin' Remy chere?" he countered.
Rogue blushed slightly and looked down, how could she explain her past to this guy? How could she explain how her heart had been shattered almost irreparably? "Ah… it's a long story Remy, Ah'd rather not go inta it rahght now. All ya need ta know is that Ah've been hurt b'fore an'…"
"Y' were scared," he finished for her.#
"Tell me 'bout de homme dat broke y' heart chere," he said as gently as possible, hoping she wouldn't avoid the subject again.
She sighed deeply, staring down at her hands as they twined in her lap. For a moment Remy thought she wasn't going to say anything, when she suddenly spoke, "Ah was twelve," she began in a soft voice, "Ah was still with th' Brotherhood. Momma -- Mystique -- she wouldn' let me have boyfriends, she said they were nothin' but trouble, Ah wish Ah'd listened ta her. His name was Cody an' we'd been seein' each othah f'r 'bout a month before anyone found out. He din' know anythin' 'bout mutant's or powahs or nothin' an' he thought Ah was jus' a normal gal, li'l odd but still normal. Ah'd always worn dark glasses 'round othah people so they din't get scared by mah eyes.
"Cody jus' wouldn't take no f'r an answer, he kept tryin' ta' see mah eyes. Aftah a whahle Ah stated ta trust him, even thought 'bout introducin' 'im ta the othahs, so one day when we were alone… don' ya look at me lahke that, mistah LeBeau!" Remy had raised his eyebrows suggestively at that last comment, "So Ah took mah glasses off so he could see mah eyes. Ah was expectin' him ta be surprised at least, but Ah didn't expect him ta run off screamin' 'bout me bein' the devil an' such. We had ta leave the town then. He was mah first boyfriend, mah first love, an' he managed ta get me drummed outta town bah th' entahre church -- the entahre town really. Aftah that momma took us ta Germany f'r a li'l while, poor Kurt had ta deal wit' mah broken heart and a pissed mother."
Remy gave her a pitying look, which he swiftly removed at her glare, "'M sorry chere, y' know Remy'd nev'r do anyt'in' like that to y', don' y' chere?"
Rogue grinned at him, "Only cos ya eyes're th' same as mahne sugah," she teased.
"Course."
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"Do you know why we called you home Mercury?" the man seated behind a huge oak desk asked the woman the woman sitting before him.
"I cannae say that I do," she responded with a frown, gloved hands clasped neatly in her skirt clad lap. She was lying though, there was only one reason her boss would call her home…
"It's Kevin."
Well? Nice short chapter, a little Romy moment, some stuff that relates to the coming plot and a teeny bit of Logan/Ororo.
I would just like to say that Mercury is in no way based on me, personality or appearance-wise.