Trapped

Author's Note: wow. That was cool, I never thought I'd get that much feed back on the first chapter! Here's the second one, hopefully it's just as good.

..mental speech

"…" normal speech

'..'thought speech

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Remy watched the even rise and fall motion of the girl's breathing. He couldn't begin to fathom the reason why the girl, who looked no more than 16, was out in the Bayous all by herself. 'Not to mention flyin'.' Remy thought. There was something about the girl that had captivated his interests. Not many girls did that nowadays. Sure, Remy LeBeau, the son of Jean-Luc LeBeau had a knack in getting women in his bed… but that didn't mean that he was interested in them.

Brushing off one of the girl's platinum streaks with one of his gloved fingers, Remy watched her, fascinated by her looks. She had short auburn hair that reached just towards her shoulders. There were shocks of white hair that framed her face, making Remy wonder if it was dyed on or natural. The girl had dark purple eye-shadow painted on her face, and an even darker hue on her lips.

It wasn't the girl's make-up that intrigued the Prince of thieves, but he look of innocence that radiated from her, despite the gothic façade. Remy had to admit that none of the girls in New Orleans had that innocence, even though they were of high society. Remy had to admit, another thing he liked about her was her emerald-green eyes.

During their search for their trespasser, he had caught a glimpse of those eyes, containing fire and strength. He wanted nothing more than to see them once more.

'Dis gon'be a hard t'ing t'explain t'mon pere,' he thought. 'Fallin' fo' a femme y'barely even know fo' mo' dan a couple o' hours.'

Slight movement woke Remy up from his thoughts. The girl began to stir, groaning and massaging the back of her neck. Remy grimaced, apologizing slightly for having to hit her. The girl looked around her, checking her surroundings and gaping in awe.

" Wow."

" Remy wish t'hear de belle femme say dat in a more… preferable situation," Remy joked, making known his presence in the guest room. He chuckled as the girl glared at him and kept silent.

She pushed the covers away, slightly surprised to see herself wearing a long silk, lavender nightgown. She tried to stand, only to crumble as she placed her weight on her legs. Remy caught her deftly in his arms, before she hit the floor, but he had no idea what was wrong with her.

" Y'stay still, chere. Get some rest, y'done got y'self hurt last night…" he said, assuming that she did. His Tante Mattie hadn't seen any wounds on her as she changed the girl and had said that she may have a slight headache, but other than that, Remy had no idea what was wrong with the girl.

" Mercy!"

The girl seemed to flinch at his voice. He cursed, forgetting that she had a headache. Soon enough, a tall blond woman came in the room, a shocked expression on her face as she saw Remy.

" Remy! Y'know Tante Mattie told y'not t'bother de fille!" she scolded.

" Remy know, Mercy, mais… de fille be havin' some trouble," Remy said as he struggled to carry the girl in his arms. The auburn-haired girl squirmed, giving him a hard time.

" Chil' no need t'be stubbo'n. Remy just gon' bring y't' Tante Mattie. She'll see what's gone wrong wit' y'," Mercy said gently, trying to soothe the girl.

After a while, the girl sent limp and panted as she tried to catch her breath. Remy, being an empathic sensed her discomfort and placed her back on the large bed.

" Remy, I t'ought y'gon' bring her t'Tante Mattie?" Mercy asked.

"De fille be uncomf'table. Remy t'ought it be best t'just leave her here fo'now," he replied.

Mercy nodded and sat next to the girl. " What be y' name, Chil'?"

She just kept silent, gripping the nightgown, her gaze downcast. Mercy was patient and sat there beside her until the girl looked up at her with tears in her eyes. Gasping, Mercy realized that the girl didn't mean not to answer…

" Y'don' know y'name, Chil'?"

The girl mutely shook her head, tears falling from her eyes. " Don' y'cry none, we'll help y'. We jus' need a name t'call y'fo' now…"

Mercy examined the girl and thought of a good name. 'Marie? No… too ordinary… Jeanne… no…Anne… no…'

Remy thought as well, keeping silent during the whole one-sided conversation. As he directed his gaze back at the girl, he had a thought.

" Mercy, what 'bout 'Angelique'?" he suggested. Mercy smiled and looked at the girl.

" Dat sounds 'bout right. Angelique. Until we find y'real name, y'r Angelique."

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Author's Note: Didn't expect THAT now did you? I didn't think so! Where are the X-Men? Will Rogue -er Angelique ever find out who she really is? ^-^ lol TBC…

Reason why I chose the name Angelique:

In the original comics, they never really said Rogue's real name. Though in the movie her name was Marie D'Ancanto… The Evo Rogue doesn't look like a Marie. Angelique sounds sweet and it gives Remy an excuse to call Rogue une ange I already planned to call Rogue: Cherlyn pronounced: sher- lynne. In Implied.