"You're actually doing it?" Remy asked, walking down the street, besides Rogue who was now looking slightly down in the dumps. "What about Mystique?"
"I don't like it when people aren't honest with me." She mumbled, kicking a small rock. "And she wasn't honest with me." A small sigh escaped her lips. "With a lot of things."
"How'd you find out?" He asked softly, his expression softening as he walked in closer towards her.
"I absorbed her." Rogue answered, fidgeting with the zipper on her jacket. She glanced up at him and he received a nervous tingling feeling from her when their eyes met. "I have no idea on what I'm gonna do."
"You could join the X-Men." He nearly laughed at his own suggestion, and so did Rogue.
"If you can barely stand it there, I don't know how I would survive." The Southerner finally came to a stop, wrapping her arms around herself. "I think I might go back down South." She hesitated as she looked up at him. "Do ya want to come with me?"
His eyes slightly widened; the question had taken him by surprise. "I—" He became tongue-tied and uncertain of what to say.
Rogue turned her head and looked down. "Forget about it. I shouldn't have asked. I mean we are still kind-of-enemies, right?"
Remy shook his head. "No, we're not any kind of enemies."
"Whatever happened to friendly enemies?" She asked, the corner of her mouth curving up into a smirk.
In response he winked and they just continued walking.
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"I feel old." Rogue commented as she sat down on the swing. They stopped to rest at a local park.
"You feel old?" Remy asked as he tried to fit in the swing. When he sat down on it, he fell back and landed on the ground with his legs propped over the rubber swing seat.
"Aren't we graceful?" Rogue asked, glancing over her shoulder.
"You're just jealous." He mumbled, closing his eyes. "And I'm tired." He folded his arms over his chest and continued to lay there.
Rogue just continued to stare at him from over her shoulder. "You have an ant crawling on your forehead."
"No I don't." He mumbled, suddenly running his fingertips alongside his forehead. He heard the sound of the swing coming to a halt and then footsteps.
"That's because now it's crawling in your ear." Rogue whispered into his ear, causing chills to run down his spine. He opened his eyes to see her hovering above him. With glossy eyes, he reached up to touch her face, setting his gloved palm on her pale cheek. She set her hand on his and slowly slid it down and then set his hand down on his chest, her hand still placed over his. "You can look but you can't touch." She whispered, smiling down at him.
He picked his legs up from off the swing and sat up. He sat in closer to her, intertwining their gloved fingers. "Fine by me, chérie."
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"Shouldn't you be getting back to Xavier's dog training institute?" Rogue asked from her position on top of the monkey bars. Remy sat on the wooden platform below her, shuffling cards. He glanced up at her with an arched brow. "Now that you've skipped another day of school, they'll most likely going to make you wear a dog collar."
Remy nodded in agreement. "I wouldn't be surprised." He placed the cards back in his pocket. They had been sitting in the park all day and his ass was starting to get numb. "Aren't you hungry?" He asked her, getting off the platform.
"Not really." She answered, allowing him to help her off the monkey bars. Her eyes slightly widened when she felt the palm of his hand on her abdomen.
"You should really eat. Your stomach could use a few extra pounds." Well, after saying that, Remy was a dead man. He ducked, trying to get out of the way of Rogue's flying fist. He knew he didn't completely mess up, seeing as how he didn't miss the small smile planted on her lips. After she tried to kick him three times, and bite him after he blocked her punch and kicks, he picked her up and put her over his shoulder. "A little violent are we, Roguey?"
"Shut up and put me down now, Lebeau." He felt her lightly hit his back with her fists.
"Oh, so we're on a last name basis, Uh—what is your last name?" Deciding not to get on her bad side, he gently set her back on her feet.
"Rogue." She answered smugly.
Remy scratched his chin. "Rogue Rogue? Well, that's a unique name. Is your middle name 'Ann'?" Rogue Ann Rogue. Get it? Yeah, me neither.
Rogue, not Rogue Ann Rogue, shook her head. "Its just Rogue."
"Well, that's original."
"Oh yeah, and Gambit is just so unique."
"It is." He smirked. "So, is Rogue just a codename or do you have a real name?"
"You know what?" Rogue patted her stomach. "I'm starting to get hungry." She grabbed his arm. "Lets go."
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Kitty sat on the last stair of the staircase, running her fingers through her hair. "So, do you think they're going to kick him out?" She asked, glancing over at Kurt, who was sitting next to her.
"I don't think the Professor would." He shrugged, not sounding too certain. "But I heard Logan saying he wanted 'Gumbo to get his act straight.'"
"Well, Gambit is an adult." Kitty said, making a slight face. "Isn't he?"
The front door opened, and Remy walked in, looking ticked off. His red eyes were glowing and a vein was popping out on his forehead. Kitty moved up a few stairs.
"Speak of the devil." Kurt declared chirpily, grinning at the Cajun who shot him a look. "Ah, sorry man." He scratched the back of his head while chuckling nervously. "Not the best choice of words, huh?"
"The professor—"
"Screw the professor." Remy snapped, cutting off her sentence. "If it's about school, he can kiss my ass." He walked up the stairs, glaring ahead. Kitty and Kurt exchanged glances.
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"Where are you going to stay tonight?" Remy had asked Rogue as they left the diner.
"Don't worry about it." Rogue had mumbled, glancing down at her watch. "You better get going before they activate the chip in your head and find out where you are."
Remy laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Rogue had nowhere to go. Hell, the girl was younger than him and telling him that he should head back home. Before they went their separate ways, he had tried to convince her to join the X-Men, that maybe she would join but she refused, telling him she would see him tomorrow.
Where was she going to go? She left the Brotherhood house, and barely knew anyone in Bayville.
The door to his room flew open. Logan stood there, not looking too happy. "Chuck wants to see you, kid."
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Remy slipped his gloves off and put them into his pocket of his trench coat before he entered the Professor's office. He walked into the office, making himself comfortable in the cushioned chair that sat in front of Xavier's desk.
"More training sessions?" He asked, smirking slightly.
"Actually, Remy, I've dropped all your extra training sessions."
"Uh oh."
Xavier raised a brow. "Isn't that a good thing?"
"Sure. But where's the bad news? Let me guess, I'm becoming Wolverine's new cutting board.."
For some odd reason, which made Remy feel like the walls were starting to close in, Xavier chuckled. "There's no bad news, or any catch. I've just decided that giving you so many extras chores is not helping anyone, or teaching you a lesson."
"Training sessions are supposed to teach me a lesson?"
The Professor ignored that. "Logan told me he smelled Rogue on you."
"What, you trying to pry into my personal life, Chuckie?" Remy asked, gripping the hand rest.
"I understand Rogue had left the Brotherhood. Is she interested in joining the X-Men?"
Wow, did Remy have to hold in his laughter for that one. "No, she's not. She doesn't think this little team is really her."
"Have you told her we could help her control her powers?"
"Why would I tell her that?" He asked, gripping the wooden hand rest tighter. "I ain't going to lie to her just so she'll join your silly team."
"The X-Men team is a very important team." Charles said, sounding offended. "There is no bribe. With time and patience she could control her powers. You did, didn't you?"
He let go of the hand rest and looked down at his hands. Faint rivers of scars were encircled his hands, reminding him of the time he had accidentally charged up his gloves while wearing them.
His powers were different from Rogue's. Rogue's powers could not be easily controlled. His heart seemed to skip several beats when he finally put himself in her shoes, and what it would be like, dealing with her powers.
"Professor?"
"Yes?"
"I think I might be going back down South."
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A/N Short, I know, but I won't have a chance to write again until Friday. I have karate tomorrow and Thursday night and my mom is in the hospital, so on Wednesday I am visiting her. I want to finish this fic over the weekend. Oh well.. hope it was satisfactory. ^^