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Disclaimer – I don't own X-Men: Evolution
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He wasn't expecting her. As much as he would love to admit to himself that he had believed that Rogue would show up at his doorstep, he just couldn't. As a matter of fact, he didn't expect to see Rogue for a while. Strangely enough, more than anything else, he wanted to admit to himself that it was just shock that had made his pulse race and his heart thud in a fast rhythm against his ribcage but it was more than that, and he knew it.
He hadn't been hesitant in letting her in. After picking up his jaw, which had fell flat to the ground, he stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in. She had merely stared at him with a blank expression and ever so slowly stepped in.
They both stood there in utter silence. He had a sudden desire to pull her into his arms and hug her tightly against him. Knowing Rogue, she would probably just render him unconscious and then leave if he had unexpectedly tried that.
She looked cold. That was the understatement of the year. With her make up free face, her blue tinted lips were obvious to the naked eye. As he closed the door, he told her she could take a warm shower—if she wanted to. With emotionless eyes, she nodded her head.
While she took a shower, he ran around frantically. First he made his bed, which took awhile. Yes, it's true; Remy Lebeau was 'bed making challenged.' He nearly flipped over the bed when changing the bedspread, and slipped on a thin wool blanket when applying the freshly cleaned sheet. When he heard the water stop running, he dashed over to his dresser. Remy was actually happy that he had put his clothes away earlier, or he would have had to dump out the contents of his duffel bag.
"Rem-Rem?" Came the soft Southern voice from behind him. The Cajun slowly turned around to see Rogue standing in the doorway with a green towel wrapped around her fragile body. For once he was glad he wasn't wearing tight pants. "I reckon ya have somethin' fo' a gal to borrow, right?"
"I can give you a t-shirt—"
"Taken." She agreed with absolutely no hesitation. A shirt was really what all she needed. One of his shirts would go down half past the middle of her thighs. Less than a minute later he pulled out a white shirt and a pair of old cleaned boxers. "Thank ya Sugah." The 'old' Rogue would have given him a peck on the cheek, but she didn't feel like having his memories floating around in her head. She already permanently had his power, which was enough for her.
He watched her like a hawk as she turned around and walked out of the room, not bothering to shut the door behind her. A small smile curved onto his lips as he crossed his arms loosely over his chest.
***
Remy had tossed the drenched clothes into the dryer and when he returned back to his room, Rogue was laying in his bed, under the covers. Her face was relaxed and her chest slowly rose up and down. She looked so comfortable. He wanted to look comfortable too. He wanted to be laying down right next to her. You don't always get what you want, he reminded himself as he stepped into the room, quietly closing the door.
On his way over to the bed, he picked up a pair of gloves off from the top of his dresser and slipped them on. Remy then lowered himself down carefully on the bed and just sat in that spot in a deep thought.
***
Kitty sat on her bed, nervously biting her polished nails. She was sitting with her knees up to her chest, and the unoccupied arm hanging loosely around them.
Out of nowhere, Amara barged into the room. Her hair was pulled up into a prim bun, which was her usual style now; She wanted to show off her pierced ears. The dark skinned girl looked around. "Where's Rogue?"
Ohmigosh, why does everyone have to be, like, looking around for Rogue now? Kitty asked herself as she shrugged at Amara's question. "I think she's in the shower."
"All right. Tell her I want to talk to her when she gets out." Amara told her, sounding a bit uneasy as she fiddled with her bun, allowing the hair to fall and lazily flipped her long dark hair behind her shoulder and walked out of the room.
***
"Just for ya to know, I'm not sleepin'." Rogue's voice cut through Remy's thoughts. He glanced behind his shoulder to see her still laying there, but now with open eyes.
"Figured as much. You toss and turn when you're sleepin'. And that's when you're bein' still."
Her brows arched up. "I don't want to know why you know that."
"We've slept in the same bed before, o' in the same room. I have scars to prove it. When I was thirteen you beat me senseless while you were asleep."
She kicked him from beneath the covers. "Shut up. I did not." Well, she never remembered doing so.. "Ugh." A soft groan escaped from her lips. "My head is killin' me."
Remy swung his legs over, so he could lay back. He laid back, and when he got comfortable, he patted the top of her head. "How did you get here?"
"Don't you mean 'why are ya here?'" Rogue asked, glancing up at him.
"Non. We both know why you're here." He winked down at her with their eyes met. "How many days, or hours, until the X-fools come down here lookin' for you?"
"I say by tomorrow mornin' Kitty will have blown my cover." A sly smile appeared on her lips. Perhaps she would tell him about her plan later. "The Prof and most of the adults are out on a mission."
"I guess I have taught you well." He looked impressed, or so she thought. The smirk really hid his expressions well. "And Irene always said I had a bad influence on you." He scratched his goatee.
"She only said that when the police escorted me home.." Rogue laughed at the memories as she reached up and rubbed her temples with her bare hands. "Why do I have a feelin' I came here for nothin'?"
"'For nothin''"?" Remy asked, pretending to be shocked. "You're layin' in Remy Lebeau's bed, wearin' 'is clothes and you came here 'for nothin''? A lot of girls would die to be in your place."
"I ain't like other girls, Rem."
He nodded, after momentarily thinking about it. "Oui. You're not." He patted the top of her head again. "You're special." And he was right.
***
Later that night, Kitty was still sitting on her bed. Now, she was painting her toenails. Apparently she was distracted seeing as how she was painting the skin surrounding the nail, along with the nail.
"Hey Kit." Bobby wandered into her room, barging in just like Amara could. In his hand was a white envelope. "Have you seen Rogue? She has mail."
"Uh." Kitty dropped the now empty bottle of pink nail polish and quickly got off the bed. She walked over to him, with her toes upward. "I'll take it and give her it. She's, uh, taking a shower."
Bobby just shrugged, and handed her the envelope. "All right."
When he was gone, The Illinois born girl sighed a breath of relief. "That, like, wasn't too hard."
***
"You got your navel pierced?" Remy asked, running his gloved thumb against the sensitive skin surrounding the pierced navel. Amusement shimmered in his eyes. "What else did you get pierced?"
The female Southerner made a face at the comment. "Why do people always ask me that?"
"Curiosity. Plus, I know you.. well enough.. to know that's not all that you got done."
"'Cuse me?" He gave her a look. "All right, I got a small tattoo done but how did you.."
"I said 'because I know you well enough to know that's not all what you got done.'" Now, she gave him a look. "Plus, I saw it when you walked out of here with the towel wrapped around you.." He pulled down the shirt, lowered his head and before she could react, he sunk his teeth into her side, just inches away from her belly button. Rogue let out a funny sounding squeal as his fingers reached up into her shirt and started sliding against her bare abdomen.
"Will you two stop it?" The door busted open and an annoyed Henri walked in. "I know she's your wife but my room is the next to yours, so keep it down." With a frustrated sigh, he left the room, slamming the door behind him.
"Wife?" Remy's red eyes met her green ones. Once again, dramatic music played around in his head.
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"Kitty, do you know where Rogue is? I need to ask her if I can borrow some of her make up." Now it was Jubilee who barged unsolicited into the room.
Kitty slammed her book shut. "She's in the shower, but I don't think she would mind."
"You sure? I don't feel like getting absorbed.."
"Nah, really, it's cool." Kitty said quickly, trying to hurry the Asian up. "Just hurry up and get it. She should be out any minute. She won't notice until tomorrow morning so make sure you put it back by then." After exchanging a few more words, Jubilee grabbed Rogue's make up bag and quickly dashed out of the room. Rogue is going to, like, kill me. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. I just hope she shows up squeaky clean..
***
"You told them I was your wife?" She hissed through clenched teeth as she grabbed a pillow and swung it at him.
"No! Jean-Luc misunderstood why we were together back when we—" He fell off the bed when the pillow came in full contact with the side of his head. It could be worse. She could use one of her stolen powers and teleport him to Antarctica and just leave him there—but he didn't do anything wrong!
"Do they even know I'm a mutant?" She dropped the pillow and exhaled deeply. "Do they even know what my power is?" Rogue suddenly picked up the pillow and threw it across the room. "Ugh. Wife?"
He smirked as he folded his arms under his head and propped his legs up on the bed. "A dream come true, hahn?"
Rogue looked around for something within her reach to chuck at him. "Don't be so cocky, Gumbo." She said with a yawn as she decided to give up on searching for something that she could give him a blow to the head with.
"I'm glad you're here."
"You sayin' that to me o' the ceiling?"
"You."
"Then look at me when you say it, not the ceiling."
"You're naggin' at me." He dropped his legs and sat on. "You are like my wife." He scratched his chin. "Then again.. you've always nagged at me.."
"Looks like we've been married for quite a few years then."
He nodded in agreement. "Oui. Pretty soon we'll be like an old married couple."
As disturbing mental images floated into their minds, they switched glances.
***
"Ouch." Amara winced at her red and infected ears as she looked into the mirror. "This is so not cool. Where is that oversized bat?" The young female barged out of the bathroom, looking both flushed and angered.
"Wow. Someone looks fired up." Jubilee snickered at her use of pun as she walked out from her room.
"Where is—What are you wearing?" Amara made a face as the thick make up concealed on the Asian's face.
"I am a misunderstood artist." Jubilee said quietly, giving the Brazilian a bow. "I am a tortured soul. I am a grown woman living in a sixteen year old body. Inside I am beautiful and outside I am myself. You are as beautiful as you feel. I am a butterfly going through met—"
"You're a freak." Amara commented, making a face. She had taken a step or five back when Jubilee had started talking nonsense.
"And your ears are infected." Jubilee smirked a little, deciding that was a good enough remark. "Anyway, do you know where Rogue is? I need some make up remover."
"I was going to ask you that."
"Maybe she's still in the shower."
"I just took a shower." She flipped her blow-dried hair behind her shoulder. "Maybe she's in her room."
"I've had Multiple searching around for her." Jubilee bit down on her burgundy colored bottom lip.
"Then why'd you ask me?"
"There might be a chance you know where she—" She was cut short when Kitty walked out of her bedroom, reading a book. She glanced up at them, noticing how now they were both staring at her. "Kitty. Where's Rogue?"
"Is that the phone ringing?" Came her nervous reply as she phase down through the ground.
"Katherine Pryde!"
***
Remy made sure to shut the door behind him as he left the room to go check on the dyer. He had to admit, he felt a lot happier. He accidentally charged up his pillow when trying to hit Rogue back with it. She thought it was hilarious. She nearly busted a gut laughing when the feathers went everywhere. He noticed she found those situations hilarious, like when he blew up Ray's laptop. Sometimes it was like she belonged in anger management classes and the others.. It was like she was native from in the mental ward.
"Remy." Jean-Luc's voice sliced through his thoughts.
Remy slowly turned around, facing his father who had a solemn look on his face. "Yeah?"
"I understand Rogue is here."
Hmm. Maybe Jean-Luc was a psychic. Nah, he was too stupid to be one. "Oui, she is. You have a problem with that, père?" He asked, bitterly saying the last word.
"I have a job for us tonight." The discussion of Rogue had been immediately dropped.
Remy raised a brow. "'Us'? And what exactly is that job you want 'us' to do?" He noticed Henri had joined them, but didn't bother to say anything to him. Dramatic music began playing in his head, making him realize something was up. He sensed the change in the latent emotions he could barely sense.
"It's our turn to reek havoc on the Rippers. It's our turn for our revenge." Henri said, not sounding too brilliant. "Until a few days ago it was impossible but now we've got something they don't have."
From down the hall, Remy could see Rogue's head phase out of a wall. Her green eyes met his, and he knew she had heard the short conversation.
"A mutant." Remy realized, sounding breathless. Rogue gave him a nod before phasing her head back through the wall. If it hadn't been a serious moment, he probably would have broke down laughing at the sight but instead, realization hit. "You guys are usin' me."
Jean-Luc gave him a hearty, loud laugh. "Son, we ain't usin' you. You're a part of this family."
"You said I wasn't a part of this family." His eyes glowed dangerously.
His "father" gave him a stern look. "Don't be talkin' like that." Henri walked over and stood next to him. "You'll always be a LeBeau and as long as you're one, there'll always be the Rippers to take care of." Okay, so he wasn't the best person in the world at heartfelt and meaningful speeches.
"Why can't this just end? Two families actin' like a bunch of children." Tante Mattie showed up next, tying the rope around her bathrobe.
"We blew our chance." Henri gave his younger brother a look. Mattie suddenly slapped him upside the head.
"You should be thankful he didn't marry that awful girl. Would you want to be in any relation to that family?"
"Stay out of this, Mattie."
"Hey guys." The door at the end of the hallway swung open and Rogue walked out, wearing her now dry clothes; black pants, a black tank top under a zippered up purple hoody, and gloves. Remy had seen her wearing a similar outfit before they moved to New York; it was considered her working out outfit. "I'll help." She walked over and stood next to Remy, who was giving her a strange look.
"You will?" Jean-Luc asked incredulously as he cocked a brow.
"I am part of the family." She made sure to elbow the Cajun standing next to her.
***
"I've called this meeting for a very good reason." Jubilee proclaimed as the New Recruits sat around the room, all looking impatient. Colossus was leaning against the doorframe of the room, not paying any attention while Pyro laid sprawled out on the ground, asleep.
"He's drooling on the carpet." Amara pointed out, pointing down at the sleeping Australian. "That is so gross."
"Then why don't you wake your lover boy up?" Jubilee hissed, sitting down. "We have important business to discuss! I have found out Kitty and Rogue are sneaking around behind our backs."
"Don't the older mutants always sneak around behind our backs?" Bobby asked lazily as he scratched the back of his head. "Plus, Rogue has been in the shower all day, how could she do something behind.. Ooh." He trailed off as realization hit.
"Kitty has informed us that Rogue has been in the shower.. all day long? I smell something fishy."
"Since when do we care about Rogue's whereabouts?" Ray asked, rolling his eyes as he folded is arms over his chest.
"Blimey." Pyro mumbled, turning around on his back. He scratched his upper thigh before turning around again.
Jubilee ignored the sleep-talking pyromaniac. "Feeling a bit love sick, Ray-Ray?"
"Piss off Jubes." Ray said with a grin. Everyone looked at him, expecting him to electrocute Jubilee. "What?" He asked noticing the stares.
"We need to find Kitty." Piotr glanced over at her when Amara spoke. The young Brazilian stood up. "We're going to put the cat back inside the bag."
"Mutants of The Corn." Bobby mumbled, shaking his head. "Anyone up for a game of kickball?" A chorus of "I" came from the small crowd in the room.
"—Itsy bitsy teeny weenie yellow poka-dot bikini—" St. John mumbled, turning around yet again. "For the first time.." He turned back around, kicking the couch as he did. "—Today."
"Awww." Amara cooed, causing everyone to stare at her. She shrugged and sat back down, her face slightly flushed.
"It's time for that kickball game!" Roberto shouted from behind the couch. A bunch of hyperactive teen mutants bounced out of the room. The only remaining people were Ray, Jubilee, Amara, Piotr and the still sleeping Pyro.
"Oh well." The Asian shrugged, standing up. "I'm going to go add some special effects to the kickball game. Come with?" She asked, glancing down at Amara who shook her head.
"I'll come with you." Ray volunteered, getting up as Jubilee walked past him. He slipped an arm around her waist as they walked out of the room.
Amara rolled her eyes. "Looks like he moved on."
"Mmhmn." Pyro agreed, turning around. He stared up at the ceiling and then glanced over at Amara.
She smiled down at him. "I thought you were sleeping."
"Firecracker girl woke me up when she stepped on my ass." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "How rude." He waited for her to say something. "What? You ain't goin' to kiss it better?" Rolling her eyes again, Amara stood up and left the room. Pyro didn't miss the smile on her face. "Good thing she can't fry me, eh mate?" He sat up to see Piotr nowhere in sight. "Mate?"
***
"You're not goin' to have anythin' to do with any of this, Ro'." Remy had asked to be excused and practically dragged Rogue out of the hallway and into a room.
"Why not, husband dear?" She asked, running a gloved finger down his cheek. "I'm perfectly capable of takin' care of myself. It's you I worry about.. What can you do? Blow your way up to safety?"
"You care." He smirked, placing his gloved hand over her hand that was now resting on his cheek.
"I care that your father and brother don't care about what happens to you as long as they get their revenge." She said softly, staring deeply into his eyes. "I can feel it, Rem. Somethin' bad is gonna happen."
"Somethin' bad will happen if you drag yourself into this."
Now, it was her turn to smirk. She slowly moved in closer to him. "Is that a threat, Mista LeBeau?" Rogue inhaled sharply when he squeezed her hand.
"Oui." He mumbled huskily as he slowly leaned down towards her face. He didn't stop until his lips were dangerously close to hers.
Her face paled, and her eyes went wide. "Don't."
As he began to say something, there came a loud, impatient knocking at the door.
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The real part 3 completed – January 25, 2004
There's gonna be a part 4.. Here's a little clip of it.
"I love you." Remy kissed his bo staff before inserting it in an inside pocket of his trench coat. Rogue sat on his bed, one brow raised. "Quoi?"
"Do ya kiss your cards too?"
"Only mon 'lady luck.'"
"Should I be worried you have a fetish for inanimate objects?" Rogue stood up, facing the cocky Cajun. "O' should I be jealous? Perhaps I'll file for divorce." She allowed his arms to encircle around her waist.
"You don't like being married to this Cajun?" He asked, smirking down at her. With one arm still around her waist, his other hand slid down and squeezed her buttocks. "We can have so much fun together."
"Oh yeah." She purred, resisting the urge to slap him across his smirking face. "Right until I absorb you. How does that sound Rem-Rem?" She cupped the side of his face with her gloved hand.
Right as he opened his mouth to respond there came a loud knocking at the door.
"Remy? Rogue? You ready?" Jean-Luc asked; unaware of what was going on inside.
"You ready?" Rogue asked, in almost a shaky voice. Why was she doing this? Oh yes, For Remy. She brought her gloved hand to his mouth. He bit down the excess materiel and she slipped her hand out of it. With her bare index finger, she lightly touched his cheekbone and quickly pulled away, getting more than enough information. Her glove fell from his mouth.
Feeling a little lightheaded, he gave her a nod.
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Isn't that SWELL?
;)
Yours until the foot balls,
-- Aro