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Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution.
I wasn't going to continue this but then I got a few ideas for it. :)
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Rogue sat on the bed reading articles from the daily newspaper. Her mind wasn't on the paper, but on her foot, which had fallen asleep. She hated the numb feeling and hated it even more when the numbness went away. Today was nothing more than a boring day. At least the start of one. She sighed heavily as she got to another article about mutants and how they should be destroyed and such. 'They mus' have a death wish or somethin' if they think they can get rid of mutants so easily. Most 'normal' citizens of Bayville couldn't even recognize a mutant if they hadn't known they were already one. She placed her hand on her stomach. Did she really want to raise a child in this environment of mutant-haters? Professor Xavier could only protect the mutants so much, which didn't surprise her when she heard a few younger mutants were forcefully taken from the institute by their parents because they feared for their child. Like taking them home was a great idea.
"Y' alright, chére?" She looked up from the paper as Gambit entered. He sat down next to her, slid an arm around her waist and glanced at what she was reading. "Eh, petite.. Y' really t'ink y' should be readin' 'dis? Ain't 'de mos' comfortin' t'ing in 'ere, non?" She leaned back into him.
"Don't'chyah worry, Sugah." She crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "Rem?"
"Oui?" She shivered at the feeling of his warm breath on her neck. Even now, years later, she still left her knees go weak when he kissed, or had a fluttery feeling in her stomach when he touched her.
"Ya've been actin' quiet lately.. Any reason why, Swamp rat?" He didn't answer her right away, which concerned her. Either he didn't want to answer her, or he was choosing his words carefully.
"I be fine, Roguey." He kissed her forehead. "Don' y' go worryin' 'bout li'l Remy over 'ere." He looked over at the digital clock and groaned. "Now Gambit has a trainin' session wit' 'de doggy."
"Do yah hafta?" He wiped her white bangs out of her eyes. "It ain't fair. It's like ya hafta go ta the dangah room every damn day."
"Chére, Gambit does have t' go t' 'de danger room every damn day." He unwrapped his arm and slowly got off the bed. Rogue pouted at him. He leaned down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to pull him down. "Mm.. non Roguey.." He broke the kiss. "We can 'hang out' later." He then left the room.
Reality hit her like a ton of bricks. There was a reason he was acting so distant lately. There had to be. She thought of reasons why and only one made sense. He wanted to go back to New Orleans. That had to be the reason. His family and friends were there and Rogue knew they probably didn't know about her.
She knew what she had to do.
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"You seem distracted, Gumbo." Logan muttered as they exited the danger room. Gambit just sighed and wiped the sweat off of his forehead.
"Jus' t'inkin' 'bout mon chére." He said, cracking his knuckles. Pyro walked out behind him, talking to Amara about how they would 'make a great team.'
"What about her?" Logan asked. Gambit blinked. Was Logan trying to pry in on his life? Maybe. Maybe not. He just shrugged.
"It's jus' 'dat—" A scream interrupted him. A loud, dinning scream that went on for nearly a minute. Gambit fell to his knees and covered his ears. When the scream stopped he blinked. "Merde. Sounds like a siren, non?"
"Exactly." Amara said, shaking her head. She could still hear the ringing in her ears. "She's the new recruit and she can't control her powers."
"An' she sounds like 'dat..? Oi vay."
"Better get used to it." Logan grunted. He clearly forgot about what he and Gambit were talking about. He walked down the hall.
"Hey, mate.." Gambit walked past his friend, not bothering to stop while he talked to him. "Where ya goin'?"
"Out." Was all the Cajun said.
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"Welcome home, mate." Pyro said, sitting on the couch as Gambit walked into the institute hours later. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his trench coat. "You go back to bein' a thief?"
Gambit snorted. "Roguey would kill Remy."
"Speaking of Rogue.." John trailed off. Gambit shot him a look. "What?"
"What 'bout 'er?"
"She be your preggered Shelia?
Gambit stared at him. He was clearly annoyed. "Oui." He said coldly.
"Don't think your father would approve of having a preggered girlfriend, eh?" Gambit grabbed St. John by the collar of his shirt.
"Remy goin' t' propose t' chére." He let go of his 'crony' and took out a small velvet box.
"Wow-ee mate! You be gettin' a mate and a kid all at once."
Gambit smiled.
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"Who were y' talkin' to?" Gambit asked walking into the kitchen. Rogue mumbled something into the received then clicked the 'off' button.
"Ah was talkin' ta Magneto 'bout me join' his new team."
"What!?"
"Jus' kiddin', Sugah." She laughed, hopping onto the counter. She leaned her head against the cupboard. Gambit walked over and wrapped his arms around the front of her. "Rem.."
"Oui?"
"How do ya feel 'bout visitin' N'Arlins?" His face defaulted. He stared at her as if to ask if she were serious but by the innocent look upon her face, he knew she was.
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"We're not goin' 'dere."
She raised a brow. "Ya're gonna hafta give meh a good reason foh that, Cajun. Ah thought yah would want ta go. Don't yah have family there?"
"We're not goin' 'dere." He repeated more sternly.
"Ah want ta."
"'Den y' be goin' alone."
"Remy!" She gasped. His attitude was starting to piss her off. Why is he actin' this way. Ah thought he would be happy if we went there.
"Sorry petite, but I ain't goin back 'dere."
"If yah don't tell meh why, Ah'll jus' absorb the reason out of yah."
He blinked. "But y' can touch me.. An' Remy is sure y' can.." He glanced down at her stomach then back at you. She pushed him back and jumped off the counter.
"Why, yah don't think Roguey can absorb yah, Cajun?" She whispered. He backed away and she walked forward.
"Remy don' know what he t'ink!" She took off her glove and rose her hand up to his face. He grabbed her wrist. "Rogue.."
"Don't be keepin' secrets from meh."
"Y' be keeping secrets from Remy!"
"Like what?"
"Yo real name..!"
"Mah real name ain't important."
"T' Remy it is." He stated matter-of-factly. That just made Rogue roll her eyes. He was stalling and they both knew it. She suddenly gasped and put her free hand on her stomach.
"Oh mah—"
"What?" He asked letting go of her wrist. She left bad as she touched his face with her hand and he fell unconscious to the floor.
"Man, When he wakes up, Ah'm not gonna hear the end of it." She said sarcastically. She then patted her stomach. "Kid, Ah hope yah don't take aftah yah crazy parents."
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"Y' absorbed yo lovin' boyfriend!" Rogue rolled her eyes. She liked Remy more when he slept. At least then she didn't have to hear this. Gambit tapped his foot. "Now y' tell Remy, was it worth it?"
"Naw." Rogue nibbled on a hang nail. "Ah only got memories from the past few years. But Ah know 'nough ta ask who Belladonna is."
"Non. Y' don' know enough t' ask who she is."
Kitty then phased her head through the bedroom door. "Uh, Rogue, someone is, like, here to see you.."
Rogue stared at her in confusion. Someone there to see her? She left the room and walked down the stairs to the front door where a blonde young man stood. There was something oddly familiar about him..
"Rogue." He grinned when he saw her. "It's great to see you."
"Eh." She said, still confused.
"It's me.." He said, grinning. "Cody Robbins."
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To be continued..
Here's another fic I'm about to kill with my stupidity..
I'm not sure if that's Cody's last name, by the way.. I think.. I dunno.. :D
