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Disclaimer – I don't own X-Men: Evolution
Forget what I said about this chapter in the last.. I'm sick right now (and delusional..) and I'm
going to work a different plot into this lovely fic.. or something. I don't own. This chapter sucks.. BUT IT HAS ROMY! And as long as it has Romy.. everything is okay..
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Rogue sat herself down in the grass as Ororo filled the water fountain up with water from rain clouds that were
only above the angel statue. She brought her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around them and rested her chin
on her kneecaps. The institute was finished. All that needed to be done was moving the furniture and such into the mansion.
Rogue pondered on how Xavier afforded everything but decided to keep the question to herself.
"Penny fo' yo'r t'oughts." Remy sat himself down next to Rogue. Rogue blinked and realized that Ororo had finished her task and was now watering the growing garden across the lawn.
"Jus' thinkin'." She answered, unwrapping her arms and stretching out her legs. "Things seem different now."
He put his hand on her shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. "How so, petite?" His hand moved across her shoulders then moved down and rested on her side. He gave it a tight squeeze.
"Ah don't know." She shrugged then moved in closer to him. She rested her head on his shoulder. "But as long as Ah have ya everythin' is alright. Ah almost lost ya Rem."
He rested his chin on the top of her head. "But Remy is alive." He seemed to stress out the overly repeated words. She then sat up and faced him.
"Ya don't know how much Ah love ta hear that."
"I say it 'nough." He mumbled sarcastically. He opened his mouth to say something else but Rogue leaned in and kissed him. It was a sweet, short kiss. It was the kind of kiss that was photographic; a Kodak moment. When Rogue parted away from him, in a very slow way, he groaned; he wanted more. He leaned in and captured her lips with his. She fell back from the impact of the kiss but their lips never parted, even as he laid practically on her. His hands ran up and down her sides as the kiss deepened and she wrapped her arms around his neck. For them, this was bliss, pure bliss.
Logan and Scott were on the roof setting up the satellite. Scott wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and sighed. "They're at it again." Logan decided not to look and just grunted then growled. He didn't need anymore explaining.
"Gumbo!"
The kiss broke. Gambit's head jerked up. Rogue could feel his body tense up. He removed his hands (that had slowly made their way up her shirt) away from her and sat up.
"Get up here." The short man ordered.
"So y' can 'accidently' throw me off? No t'anks, Wolvie." He got to his feet and then helped Rogue to hers. "Me an' mon chere here are goin' t' go.."
"Help in the mansion." Rogue finished for him. She grabbed his hand and they raced off into the mansion. Scott rolled his eyes.
"They're only going to start again in there."
"Not with someone in each room." Logan smirked.
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Remy watch as Rogue hung a painting up on the wall. Her feet were about three feet off the ground, which meant she still had Carol's powers. He licked his lips. He loved when she wore her X-Men uniform. Spandex. Gambit didn't know who invented spandex but whoever it was, he loved them. The other females on the team wore their spandex uniform but he didn't care for them. He only cared for Rogue's. Rogue looked over her shoulder and raised a brow.
"Sugah, yoah droolin'." She gave him a wink then dropped to the ground. Instead of landing gracefully on her feet, she landed hard on her bottom. Remy raised a brow. She wasn't that high in the air but he was still by her side within a second when he heard her groan. He helped her to her feet. "Ah think Ah broke mah arse."
He frowned, then placed his hand on her bottom and carefully rubbed it. "Let Remy make it all bett'r." Her eyes went wide and she jerked away. He gave her puppy dog eyes.
"Yoah not rubbin' mah.." His arms snaked their way around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She stared into his red eyes and started to feel weird.. She blinked. "'Scuse me, Mista Empath—" She arched her brows. "—What do ya think yoah doin'?"
"Tryin' t' get y' t' seduce me.. what else?" He asked sarcastically.
"I think the place looks—" Jean stopped in mid-sentence as she walked into the room, with Amara at her side. ".. Do you guys have to do that everywhere?"
"Do y' guys always have t' interrupt us?" Remy asked, breaking away from Rogue.
"There are children here."
"Like 'dey don' know what we doin'."
"They're at a very impressionable age."
"Y' jus' mad 'cause Eye-boy doesn' want t' get laid."
Jean opened her mouth to say something but stopped. Amara cracked up but stopped when Jean gave her a dirty look. Rogue just looked at her fingernails and coughed.
"Watch it, Lebeau. I can read your mind." Lame threat.
"So you be readin' 'bout my fantasies wit' Roguey?" He asked, raising a brow. "Wishin' it were y', huh?"
Jean then took a step forward, did this weird wave thing with her hand, brought her palm up to his nose, stuck her nose up in the air then walked away.
"Did she jus' tell me t' talk t' 'de hand?"
Rogue and Amara switched glances.
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"I hate 'dis place." Remy slumped up against the wall. He took a card out from his pocket and placed it between his index finger and middle. Rogue sat down next to him.
"Don't leave me." He looked at her surprised. He then turned his body so he was facing her.
"I would never leave y'." He dropped the card then brought his hand to her face. He touched the warm flesh and smiled. "Y' truly are beautiful."
Amara suddenly walked in, next to Bobby. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and sighed deeply. "Amara, baby, you truly are beautiful."
She broke away from him and then flipped back her hair. "Duh. I'm Royalty. Of course I'm beautiful."
"Not to mention snobby."
That seemed to break the mocking mood. "Well, you can act snobby when you have blue blood!"
"I'll give you blue blood!"
Rogue coughed, "Are y'all done yet?"
"No. He, like, insulted me!" Amara was hanging out too much with Kitty, apparently. "No one ever makes fun of Amara!"
"I t'ought talkin' in third person was Remy's job.." The sudden bickering between the two younger mutants drowned Remy's voice out.
"Sheesh Amara, you seem to love yourself more than anyone else here."
"Well, you'd love me too if you were me."
"I don't have to be you.." He trailed off. The two suddenly stared at each other with wide eyes.
"Bobby.. I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me.." Her eyes were big and glossy.
Rogue grabbed Remy's hand, she didn't want to sit there and witness any of this. "Let's out outta here."
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"What's wit' 'de prof givin' y' all spandex to wear?" Gambit asked as he and Rogue went for a walk outside the mansion. "Not 'dat I'm complainin'.." He frowned. "Did y' have t' change?" Rogue had changed into black pants, ripped at the knee, and just pulled an oversized dark purple sweatshirt over a black tank top.
"Do ya hate livin' at the institute?" She asked out of the blue. He gave her a surprised look. "Ah mean, there's no privacy o' anythin'. Don't ya wish we could.. ya know, live in our own place.. alone?" She knocked on the cast that was still placed on her arm. "An' Ah think mah arm has healed."
"Yo're worried." He suddenly stated. Since he was an empath, some emotions came to him when he didn't even try to get them. "'Bout what happened? Wit' Task, o' whatever 'is name is an' such?" She just shrugged.
"Ah made an enemy, Carol. Ah still have 'er powers an' some of 'er memories but she still seems pissed off at me."
"Didn' she leave?"
"She told the Prof that she might come back foh' some trainin'. Ah have a feelin' she'll visit soon jus' ta make sure Ah don't have 'er powers anymo'." She suddenly felt his hand in hers. She squeezed his hand—lightly. He squeezed back.
"Don' worry 'bout it." He sighed, and squeezed her hand again—this time a little tighter. "I have a feelin' I ain't goin' t' fit well in the institute.. 'gain.. 'De Eye-Boy and T'ong-Girl are really gettin' to me."
Rogue smiled. "Don't ya wish ya could blow 'em up?"
He nodded. "Oui." He stopped walking but still kept a strong hold on her hand. "I t'ink we should get away from all of 'dis."
"What?"
"I t'ink we should go.. on a vacation.. from 'dis place. We could both use it, no?"
She sighed; but nodded in agreement. "Yeah.."
And suddenly, both of their futures became cloudy. Neither of them knew what was in store for them.
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Wow. I really killed this fic.. I tried to add some humor but *coughs* I'm not exactly the best at that. I changed the plot around from the last chapter.. sooo..
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. I think I went through forty cough drops when typing this up.
