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           Disclaimer – I don't own X-Men: Evolution

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           He just stared at in disbelief. She looked as if she were telling the truth, with her wide glossy eyes and pale face. That and she really wasn't the one to lie. Oh, sure she was a brownnoser but that didn't make her a liar.

           "What do you mean, 'sendin' her away?'' He asked. His red eyes seemed to flicker in the slight darkness of the room. "Where is he sendin' her?"

           "I-I don't know. I, like, didn't get that far." She glanced down at the carpet and looked back up at him. "I just thought you'd like to know."

           "He ain't doin' crap with my wife." And with those words, he got up, jerked past Kitty and left his room.

           ***

           "You're sendin' Rogue away?" Remy barged into the Professor's office just as he set down a phone.

           "I think it will be better for her, Remy." Xavier said, his eye twitching a bit as he formed a steeple with his hands. "You do not understand the impact of Rogue's condition. I'm afraid that this time, you can't even help her." He seemed to empathize in the 'you.'

           "Give me a chance." He narrowed his eyes at the bald man, waves of anger rushed through him.

           Xavier shook his head. "I know what I'm doing."

           Why are bald men so stubborn? Remy sighed, sitting himself down in a seat that was in front of Xavier's desk.

           I heard that. The Professor gave him a look. "Don't project your thoughts so loudly." He tapped his forehead. "I am a telepath, mind you."

           "How long would it take me t' charged up 'dis whole office?" Remy asked, scratching his chin as he looked around. If he could charge up a whole bus in a matter of a few seconds..

           "Mr. Lebeau, I do not appreciate threats."

           "You're sendin' Rogue away." He repeated, his eyes flashed dangerously as he glared at the older male.

           "So you have to threaten me and my office?"

           "Oui." He crossed his arms and sighed. "You can't do this. Rogue an' I have a lot of things t' work out." He made sure not to project his thoughts too loudly this time.

           "Rogue's powers are going haywire and all you can think about is your relationship with her?"

           The Cajun shifted in his seat. "It ain't like that, homme." He glanced over at the Professor. "Did she agree t' it?"

           "She really doesn't have a choice."

           Remy resisted rolling his eyes. He knew if Rogue didn't want to go, she wouldn't go. "An' where do you plan on makin' her go?"

           "England."

           He nearly choked on his tongue. "What is in England?" He asked, raising his voice.

           "I think she needs to get away from here for awhile."

           "I think you're wrong." He stood up, mumbled something under his breath and walked towards the door.

           "Where are you going?" Xavier asked, knowing this conversation wasn't over.

           "You're the telepath." Remy tapped his temple without turning around and then opened the door and left without saying another word.

           The Professor sighed heavily. It is for the best, Mr. Lebeau. I just hope that someday you will realize it.

           ***

           "Rogue—" Remy rushed into the medical wing, and barged into Rogue's room. She was sitting on the bed, staring at him with wide, surprised eyes.

           "What's wrong with you?" She asked dryly as she noticed his irregular breathing. He sat himself down hastily at the end of her bed.

           "What are your thoughts on England?"

           She arched her brows up in confusion. Disappointment twinkled noticeably in her eyes. "My thoughts?" He nodded his head. "Well, London is the capital—"

           "Non—" He cut her off, knowing where she was going with it. "I don't want t' know what research books have to say about it, I want t' know what you think about it."

           The Southern just shrugged. "It's a place?" He blinked in response. "Well, I don't know. Why are ya askin' me?"

           Merde. He thought, mentally slapping himself. Should I tell 'er? Why not, maybe she'll hate the bald guy as much as I do…

           "The Professor is plannin' on sendin' you there."

           "Why?" She asked, making a face. She didn't know anyone who lived there, so why bother going there? "What do ya mean on sendin' me there?"

           "Somethin' about helpin' your powers." Just as he opened his mouth to say something else, she climbed off the bed, practically crawling over him to succeed.

           "PROFESSOR!"

           Someone was in big trouble.

           ***

           The Prof is, like, so going to kill me. From this minute on, I am going to, like, totally mind my own business. Kitty scratched the back of her head as she walked down the staircase, into the main hall. Lets see how long that lasts. No, I shouldn't doubt my— She was cut off by a sharp tapping at the door. She looked around to see if anyone was going to get it. "That's okay. I'll get it!" She yelled, her voice echoed out through the spacious room. Sighing heavily, she pulled the heavy door open. "Hello?"

           "Hello." Came the strict reply. Before Kitty stood a young woman, possibly a few years older than herself, standing in the doorway. She had dark purple hair, which Kitty could tell instantly was not natural. "I am here to see Charles Xavier." The woman had a strong British accent as she stared straight down at Kitty. "Can you direct me to him, luv?"

           "Sure thing—"

           "Elisabeth. Elisabeth Braddock. You can call me by Bet—"

           "PROFESSOR!" Rogue's voice echoed out through the mansion.

           ***

           He expected her to barge into his office in an unfit manner. He just didn't expect it so soon. Within a few minutes from when the Cajun left, a furious Rogue barged carelessly into Xavier's office.

           "You're sendin' me away without tellin' me first?"

           "Rogue—"

           "What were you goin' to do? Lock me in a box and leave me at the airport?"

           "Rogue, please—"

           "Why England? What's in England?"

           "I am in England." Rogue twirled around to see the purpled haired woman standing in the doorway of the office. "You must be Rogue."

           "Who are you?" She spat, crossing her arms over her chest.

           "Elisabeth Braddock. You may call me Betsy, if you want." Betsy gave her a small smile. "I live in Malden, England. Charles told me about your—"

           "Powers?" Rogue finished. "What are your powers, Elisabeth?" She paused. "If you're friends with Prof then that means.." She groaned. "Not another one."

           "Yes, Elisabeth is a telepath, Rogue. A powerful one at that."

           "Just what the world needs."

           "Rogue, I would like you to spend a few months with Elisabeth. I think getting away from here will do you some good."

           "You mean, getting away from Remy."

           "This has nothing to do with him. It has to do with your powers. They're out of control."

           "Right now they're—"

           "Uh, luv?" The British woman cut her off. "You do realize you're floating on air there, right?"

           Rogue looked down, realized she was at least half a foot off the ground and mumbled something about the 'stupid princess's stupid telekinesis powers.'

           "At least think about it."

           "No." Rogue said, setting herself down on the ground. "I have no reason to, so I'm not." And with those words, she left the office, slamming the thick wooden door behind her.

           "Well." Betsy stared, tucking back loose strands of purple hair back behind her ears. "Someone is a mite moody."

           ***

           "I'm startin' to think the Prof pays the psyches to act up." Rogue mumbled miserably to herself as she unintentionally phased through the door and walked into her room.

           "Whoa!" Kitty said, staring at Rogue with wide eyes. "Now I know why people, like, hate when I walk through the door without knocking first! You scared me."

           Rogue scrunched up her forehead and made a face. "You do it to me all the time."

           "But you're expecting it."

           The Southerner's face dropped. "So it's okay for you---"

           "I don't want to start a fight."

           "Well, it's too late; you already have!" Rogue raised her voice as anger rose up inside of her. A brush that had been laying upon the dresser suddenly flew across the room, hitting the wall, leaving an indenture. "Ugh!"

           "What's wrong with you Rogue?" Kitty asked softly, not wanting to end up like the brush. "I'm starting to think it is, like, more than your psyches acting up."

           "You don't even know me, Kit." Rogue shook her head as the throbbing pain came back. She slowly turned on her heel and walked towards the door. "And lets leave it that way."

           ***

           "I could sense the anger within her." Betsy sat herself down in front of the Professor's desk. "I barely got a glimpse into her mind, and I could tell it was heavily muddled." She crossed one leg over the other. "So, Charles, you picked me for a reason. What makes you think I can help her?"

           "I believe that you can help her, Elisabeth. With anger issues, her powers and perhaps even more."

           "I'm not making the girl come with me against her will. That would be kidnapping." Her blue eyes twinkled mischievously. "Or Rogue-napping."

           "I think she'll realize this is the best."

           She uncrossed her legs. "So, Charles, who is this Romy person?"

           "Remy." He corrected with a small sigh. "He and Rogue share a bond."

           "He's her main squeeze?"

           "Technically, yes." He watched as she reached up and scratched the left side of her face, underneath her eye. "The make up covers it up well, Elisabeth."

           "Mmhmn." Was her only reply.

           ***

           "I should never have joined!"

           "Calm down, chére."

           "I'm no X-Men!"

           "Calm down…"

           "Either are you!"

           "Rogue—"

           "It's not like I'm ever goin' to learn how to control my powers!"

           "But—"

           "I know; the only person I can touch is you."

           "Rog—"

           "Rem—" She was cut off when he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly against his body.

           "You're givin' me a headache." He stated, kissing the top of her head. "Want t' go get your lovin' husband some aspirin?"

           "What am I? Your servant?" She asked sarcastically as she broke the embrace. She slowly turned around, to go downstairs and get him a glass of water and some aspirin. Out of nowhere, she felt him lightly smack her ass.

           "Oui." He half expected her to turn around and telekinetically rip his head off but she just laughed and went on her way.

           ***

           "My gawd. Every time I go by the Prof's office I expect to hear maniacal laughter comin' from inside."

           "So I guess he told you 'bout his plans of sendin' you away, eh?"

           "Maybe if I tell 'em I'm married and pregnant he'll drop it."

           "We are married but we haven't even—"

           "Lets just drop this, alright?" Rogue handed him the aspirin, the glass still clutched in her other hand. "The only way I'm leavin' this place is if you go with me an' I can already tell he just wants to get me away from you."

           "I think he's anti-Remy."

           "Probably the president of the anti-Remy club."

           "Executive producer." He corrected, making her laugh. "I don't think I'll ever understand 'im. He must've though that you would jump at the chance t' go t' England."

           "He says goin' there will help my powers." She glared straight a head. "He doesn't even understand. I can't stand him anymore. I jus' want to get out of 'ere."

           "Ro—"

           "We should leave for real this time. T-that bastard can't stop us!" A wave of anger passed through her, and the next thing she heard was the sound of glass cracking. Shards of glass suddenly flew everywhere. She screamed.

           ***

           It didn't take long for Professor or Betsy to get into the room.

           "I killed him!" Rogue was in a frantic as she turned around, wide eyed. She looked like a deer caught in headlights. Remy stood behind her, blood dripped down from a thin gash going in a slanted line across his cheek.

           "Dieu. I'm fine, chére. Really." He gave her a small smile as she turned around and faced him. "Only a small cut. An' you have a few pieces in your hair."

           "What happened?"

           Rogue glanced sideways at the Professor. "I kinda broke a glass."

           "And you said your powers weren't out of control, luv?"

           "Who are you?" Remy asked the British fille

           Elisabeth Braddock. She sent telepathically to him. I'll give ye two guesses on what my powers are.

           "Another one?" Remy glanced over at Rogue, who just nodded in response.

           "Remy, lets go get you cleaned up. Rogue, why don't you and Elisabeth talk?"

           "Because I don't want to?" He gave her a look. "Ugh, fine."

           ***

           "Pretty interesting powers you have there, Rogue." Betsy and Rogue sat in the rec room of the institute.

           "Yeah." The Southern mumbled dryly. "It came with so many quirks; voices in your head, not being able to have skin-to-skin contact and manifesting other's powers."

           "Charles explained to me that you can touch—" She bit down on her lower lip as she tried to remember his name. "Remy."

           "Yeah, good thing I can touch my own husband." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

           "Husband?" The purple haired girl arched up her brows. A small smile crept onto her lips. "You both are married."

           "Oui." Rogue answered with an eye roll at the last statement. "Supposedly only a few people know."

           "I'm special enough to know?"

           "No. You're sitting there so you know."

           "Thanks."

           "No problem." Rogue shifted uncomfortably. "So, ya want tea an' crumpets o' somethin' of that sort?"

           Stereotype. Sarcasm. She'd fit in fine. "I can tell you're afraid to hurt people with your powers."

           "Gee, you must be a mind-reader."

           "If you don't learn to control your powers, imagine what would happen. Ororo had to learn to control her emotions. For the sake of the world."

           "If you're tryin' to make a point, will you make it already?"

           "Take a vacation, Rogue. Come back with me to England. Get away from this place for a while. Come to my place where there's peace and quiet.."

           "Bribery, huh?" Rogue cracked a smile.

           "Worth a shot." Betsy gave her a small smile. "So, what do you say?"

           Rogue bit down on the inside of her cheek. "Fine."

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           Okay, so this wasn't exactly worth the wait. Too damn bad. I'm not proud of it, but I couldn't start the next chapter to Changes unless I had this chapter done with. Anyway, read and review!

           (by the way, I'm sorry for the lack of accents. I didn't realize I lacked them until I was almost finished.)

           The next chapter *will* be the last and most likely will be incredibly short. But there's gonna be a sequel. (With Betsy/Warren and ... OF COURSE Romy)

           -- Aro