Destiny Always Finds A Way
Chapter Two- Waking Up Is Hard To Do
The first thing that Rogue noticed as she started to regain consciousness was how warm she was- and strangely not even sore. The room was so bright beyond her closed eyelids but the bed she was lying on was so hard. And something about this seemed completely off. Then one panicked thought entered her mind as she struggled to open her eyes. If only this death-like lethargy didn't claim her. 'Am I dead? Is this.heaven?'
The delicious feel of two strong arms tightening around her, a face nuzzling her neck, and a masculine leg against hers shot her theory that this was heaven. But she sighed, briefly cherishing the sensations- she deserved that much. 'It must be a dream, it seems enough like one of mine...' "Chere," a husky voice breathed in her ear, "Me reveille a cote de toi, c'est plus beau de tous les reves." Waking up beside you is lovelier than any dream, she mentally translated. She frowned, 'I don't remember that part of the dream.' Her eyes suddenly snapped open as the shock of it all registered in her brain. She sat up, dragging half the blanket with her. Rogue knew of only one man who spoke French like that.
She snuck a peak at the person beside her, hoping yet dreading, and saw a pair of amused red-on-black eyes staring back at her. The Goth jumped quickly off the bed. "Swamp Rat! What're you doing- do you have a death wish or something?!" she yelled. Her eyes narrowed as she looked around the small medical center, "This isn't Xavier's, so where am I? If you and Magneto's other goons kidnapped me." She stopped, struck by the fact that he looked older, bigger than she knew him to be. Her eyes widened as he came closer. "You okay, chere? Remy t'nks you hit yo' head a little harder dan you thought before." "I'm just fine, Swamp Rat, which is more than I can say for you if I don't get some answers."
He sighed, "Nobody kidnapped you, chere- Yo' in de boss's place, where you belong, wit' me." He spoke slowly and calmly, the hands on her shoulders seeming to burn through her clothing. "Cajun." she started with a growl. He kissed her softly, his hand smoothing her hair. "Don' worry chere, if you can control yo' powers, dan you can control dis too." A knock on the door interrupted her before she could say anything, not that she could anyway. Rogue stared at her supposed enemy, a hand to her lips, surprised more because her powers didn't kick in than that it was him. Then she was surprised at herself for not even trying to use them and escaping- except her powers didn't seem to work on him just then. The scene replayed itself in her mind as she stared at him, dazed, and he winked at her before giving whoever was at the door permission to come in.
Rogue snapped out of her spell when she saw an older Pyro walk in passed the metal door, holding a child of about eighteen months old. "Somebody woke up and wanted to see the sheila," the flame-haired mutant grinned. She came closer, her fists clenching as she approached her adversary, tempted to attack child or no child- though she was somewhat puzzled as to why he had one here. But then, it was a dream. He turned his friendly grin to her, "Hey Roguey, you finally decided to get up, huh? Feelin' any better?" As if they were good friends. This was all too weird. "Mama chere!" the baby gurgled, holding his arms out to her. Rogue stared at the baby in shock and horror. What kind of joke was this?
She slowly backed up a couple steps, shaking her head. "Look, I don't know what you too are trying to pull, but I'm not buying any of this. I don't belong here, and I can't have any kids. I'm not even." Rogue stopped, catching her reflection in a nearby mirror. Who was that? Waving a hand, she stared at the image and noticed it doing the same. She stared back at her two enemies and did something that had to confirm it was a dream, something that she would never do in real life (especially in front of people). She fainted.
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Before she opened her eyes, Rogue felt something heavy on her chest, moving, and she groaned. Wasn't she back to reality yet? Lifting her weighted lids, she saw a baby boy with emerald green eyes and messy red-brown hair and gasped. Staring at her hands, an engagement ring and wedding band were plain to see. She dropped her head back to the pillows with a heavy sigh, 'Nope, I'm still in this crazy dream. But who's crazy dream is this?' "Mama chere down," the baby giggled, patting her cheeks with her chubby hands. "Yes, down," a deep male voice laughed, taking ther child up. Rogue sat up, finally able to breather freely, and saw Gambit. or an older version of him and found it hard to breathe all over again. "You okay, petite?" The Cajun asked, amused. "Fine!" she snapped, sliding off the bed and pushing passed him.
The stripe-haired girl/woman stared at the image in the mirror, still in shock. "What happened to me?" she whispered, "Where's my short hair, my dark make-up is this me when I get older, or is it another delusion?" "Chere?" Gambit said from behind her, sounding a little scared, or concerned. She turned, eyes blazing with anger now, "You did this, didn't you Swamp Rat? I know I didn't do it on my own- I don't even like you! Nice touch with the child, though- but in case Magneto didn't inform you, my skin is poison!!" She advanced on him, "If this is one of your boss's tricks, then I'm gonna kick all your asses the second this is over just for trying to trick me!" The baby started crying. "Chere, yo' scarin' de child, calm down! I don't know what's wrong with you, but." "What's wrong with me?! Nothing is wrong with me- I'm the only right thing here! And I don't care what I have to do, I'm getting out of here and finding my team. Then I'm going to end this illusion!"
She glared at him then at the sobbing baby. "Mama chere," the baby wailed. Tears in her eyes, she ran- knocking down Pyro and even Colossus as they got in her way. Though the metal-man didn't give up easily, grabbing her arm to try and stop her. "Sorry Petey," she smirked darkly before focusing on her powers and absorbing him, "Can't stay to chat." He dropped to the ground with a groan. Memories rushed through her but she didn't believe a second of them- they had to be more tricks from Mesmero. She couldn't be an Acolyte, couldn't have a child, couldn't date Gambit- much less marry him. And the X-men couldn't be her enemies. She just needed to find a way back to them.
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Sorry the chapters are so short, they look like more on paper, really. More reviews would be welcome *hint, hint* good or bad, or if you got any ideas for future chapters/challenges. Also, you can check out my other story, Tempest. It's a drama with my made up character and Scott, but it's really good- I swear!
