Dismal Angel 2010 - Episode 6
Chapter 1: A Lot of Things
"U got it, u got it bad
When you're on the phone
Hang up and you call right back
U got it, u got it bad
If you miss a day without your friend
Your whole life's off track
ooo you got it bad when you're stuck in the house
You don't wanna have fun
It's all you think about
U got it bad when you're out with someone
But you keep on thinkin' bout somebody else
U got it bad"
Rogue quickly switched the CD player off as she entered into the recreation room, the younger students living in the mansion who had been listening to some old CDs were giving her a strange look. She'd just stormed in and turned off their music, she supposed they had a reason to look at her in that way. She gave a grin, "sorry, that song drives me nuts," she shrugged, "I never did like Usher."
Rogue watched as the four students dispersed from the room muttering about the X-Men having priority over everything she sighed, realising she must have come off as bitchy to the teens, but she had reason. She'd never been able to listen to that song in the last seven years. It always brought memories flooding back to her – memories that right now she was particularly convinced she could do without.
"Nice, Rogue," Bobby Drake had followed Rogue into the room, he grinned, "scare them all off why don't you," he added with a soft laugh.
Rogue slumped down on the couch with a sigh, "nothing scares those kids…except the concept of chores and homework of course," she added thoughtfully, she pulled her knees to her chest, "this day has been dreadful, Bobby…I hate being on Danger Room training with them…"
Bobby gave a soft laugh, "they need to get into shape – they're worse than we were their age, and that's REALLY sayin' something," he sat beside her slinging his arm around her shoulder, "What's up with you, you've been in a weird mood ever since yesterday. You're more quiet than usual."
Rogue gave a shrug, resting her chin upon her knees, hugging her legs closer to her, she glanced to the Television. It was on, however, the sound was down. She glanced around hoping the remote control might be in the nearby vicinity, so she could turn up the sound and hopefully distract him from wanting to know anything else about her strange mood.
"Is this about Gambit?"
Rogue flinched at the sound of the name, and sighed, "maybe," she hugged her legs even closer to herself, looking towards the television trying to pretend to be more concerned with the 'Friends' episode that was on rather than Bobby's questioning.
"You said you were distancing," Bobby looked rather indignant.
"That was then, this is now," Rogue commented coolly, she frowned in confusion as Bobby removed his arm from around her and got up, she watched him curiously.
"Y'know, he might NEVER remember you – and that might be a good thing, Rogue…because if he can't remember you, he doesn't have a hold over you anymore – and you can move on," Bobby paced in a very frantic fashion that left Rogue uneasy.
Rogue felt her body tense, this statement was certainly true, and yet, it didn't relieve her worries. "Remy might have forgotten about what we had, but I haven't," she commented, her voice had a trace of edginess.
"What you had was some incredibly fucked up shit, Rogue. All his doing. And you keep letting yourself think about it and you still want him back and GOD KNOWS WHY! " Bobby rolled his light blue eyes, and looked away from her, "I mean why would you ever want to put yourself through that all again? And besides, you could do so much better."
"Yeah, right," Rogue absently picked at a loose thread on her pants.
"Rogue, you know it and I know it, isn't a man OR mutant alive in Bayville who hasn't dreamed about being with you…" Bobby explained, then trailed off, his eyes falling to the floor, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly that Rogue could barely notice.
"Sure, whatever," Rogue sighed, but she knew this was quite true, she'd seen the looks of the men in bars, and on the streets, they noticed her, and it wasn't just the silvery white streaks that contrast against her chestnut brown hair. As the years had passed, Rogue had begun to become more and more aware of her attractiveness and the affects it had on people, but she'd for the most part, grown to ignore it.
"Rogue, will you just think about what I'm saying?" Bobby looked at her with a seriousness that didn't suit his boyishly handsome face.
"Why is this bothering you so much?" Rogue stood slowly, she tossed her ponytail over her shoulder.
"Because I don't like seeing you get messed around," Bobby responded rather quickly.
Rogue grinned, and stepped over to him, she slapped him on the shoulder in a reassuring way, "No one's going to mess me around. I'm not a fifteen year old goth with an inferiority complex and problems with getting close to people – not anymore."
"I know that," Bobby sighed.
Rogue smiled, "trust me, I'm not going to get messed around, don't worry so much about me, I'll be fine," she said confidently, then turned on her heel and strode out of the room poised and self-assured.
But those feelings began to slowly ebb away as she carried on down the hallway, surprised to see Remy LeBeau walking past in the hallway ahead never even noticing her presence. Rogue came to where the two hallways joined, and called out his name.
"Remy…?"
Remy LeBeau stopped and turned, his eyes darker underneath than usual, his face slightly paler. He looked at her with some slight vague recognition, and smiled somewhat wearily.
"You're meant to be resting," Rogue pointed out, she looked him over. Hair unkempt, face unshaven, and wearing a dark grey jogging suit that seemed to accent his broad shoulders, and slim waist.
He watched as she approached, his face full of relief as if he'd been looking for her, yet guilt as if he'd been caught by a school teacher doing something all together naughty. His expressions were no longer smug and confident, but insecure and shy. "I…uhm…I'm lost," he said sounding quite embarrassed, he kept his eyes on her and slightly chewed into his bottom lip.
Rogue reached him, "c'mon, the hospital wing is this way," she took a hold of his arm gently with her gloved hand, looking at him all the while.
Remy gave a sigh of defeat, "I thought…"
"Hmm?" Rogue asked as they walked together, she kept her pace slow, noticing his movement still slightly restricted by the wound.
"I thought…if I looked around…it might jog my memory…" he said somewhat bashfully, he tucked a very long lock of his dark brown hair behind his ear, still keeping his undivided attention upon her all the while as he walked with a very slight hobble.
It was the first time Rogue had really had a chance to talk to Remy since finding out about his amnesia, she found it difficult, what could she say to ease his troubled mind? And what could she say to ease her own?
"I guess you still haven't remembered much…" Rogue led him into the hospital wing, and over to his bed, she watched as he sat down slowly, he finally took his eyes off of her.
"I haven't remembered anything…" he frowned a little, "don't know who I am, where I am…and everyone is keeping me in the dark as much as they can…" he raised his eyes to her, there was worry upon his face, "You keep calling me Remy but…I don't know if that's even my name…"
"It is," Rogue said softly, she sat beside him, turning towards him, "Remy LeBeau…"
"You know me well then?" He asked, raising an eyebrow very slightly, his eyes searching her for an answer.
"I…guess you could say that," Rogue rubbed the back of her neck absently, she looked around the room, how could she tell him they'd once been in love? Would this be too much to tell him? Or would this help in restoring some of those memories that seemed to have been forgotten.
"You could tell me about me…maybe then I can remember…" he put his hand on her hand.
"You shouldn't touch me," Rogue noted that his fingers had just barely missed the exposed flesh between her sleeve and glove, "its dangerous," she took his hand with her free hand to move it, finding his fingers twined with hers as she did so, she swallowed nervously and looked at him.
She'd seen Remy LeBeau in so many other vulnerable situations – seen him more vulnerable than he was right now. After all the experience she'd had with seeing him like this, she'd hoped to be immune to the effects he had over her, but as she looked into those unbelievable eyes of his, tears were building up in her own, and she did not even realise it.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice full of sudden concern.
Rogue felt the emotion overwhelm
her and she moved away from him, "I'm fine," she sniffed, she wiped her face on
her sleeve, "something in my eye…god, dust or something…I must look so stupid…"
He watched her all the while,
as if he didn't really believe a word she said, he stood, but winced at the
pain in his side, and Rogue caught his arms before he could stagger. Their eyes were right at each others.
"Sorry…" Remy's voice was barely a whisper.
Rogue felt so obliged to tell him right then that her feelings were still strong for him, but how could she expect him to understand? And yet, he had no memory of her, and there was an attraction, something she could see was much further than just the way she looked. Something in him seemed to recognise her, and was being drawn to her.
"Remy…please…" Rogue drew her breath, "rest…you'll never heal."
"There's so much I need to ask," he interjected.
"Later," Rogue sighed, "I…have other things to do."
"Will you come back to see me?" he asked hopefully, "there's a lot of things I need to know…and since you know me…or…knew who I was…" he seemed slightly confused, but continued, "maybe you'd be the best one to…explain things…"
"I'm not sure I can," Rogue pulled away from him, "Ask the professor, he'll tell you whatever you need to know…" she trailed off, she gave him one final glance from over her shoulder, and then left the room with her heart thudding furiously in her chest.