Y'all know the dilly yo, that I don't own these characters, marvel or anything else. Sometimes I wish I did, but wishing ain't having… oh well. Y'all know the drill.. blah blah blah.
This story doesn't really fit in with the X-Men Evolution timeline at all nor would I try to make it to. However, in this story, Gambit was an acolyte, and Magneto disappeared. Oh yes, and the first meeting with Gambit and Rogue and the card and the whole media thing still happened. Oh, and Evan doesn't exist in this story or he's off with the morlocks because I don't really need a whole bunch of characters to incorporate into the story, since this is really a ROMY story. Everything else is all A/U but in a beautiful way. Enjoy!
Somewhere I Belong
The water poured down on her as she started scrubbing her arms with a vengeance. She scrubbed and scrubbed until her arms and legs were a bright unnatural red. A defeated sigh escaped her since she did this every day, but no matter how hard she scrubbed she still couldn't touch. She turned the water off. Her head dropped with disappointment. She stepped out of the shower.
She grabbed a towel and started drying herself off. She felt foolish for thinking that this time it might actually work; that this time she could somehow wash away her curse as if it was that simple. She put on her clothes, with every inch of skin on her body covered up once more.
She walked back to her room and collapsed on her bed.
She felt the pain.
She felt it all the time.
All she could do is try not to cry.
She touched her face and suddenly felt naked. She hadn't put on her make-up yet. She got up and walked to the mirror. She stared into her reflection.
She hated what she saw. Without her make-up, she was vulnerable. People were able to read her for what she really was and what she really wasn't. With a mutation like hers, that was something that she couldn't risk. She couldn't risk anyone getting too close.
She traced her jaw line with her fingers. Brought the fingers up to her eyes. Her eyes was what she couldn't cover, couldn't hide.
She hated them.
The eyes were the only things that could give her away and all she could do was hope that nobody ever looked into them. That nobody looked past her make-up and deep into her eyes.
They never did.
Then she saw them, a pair of red eyes staring at her in the mirror.
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He was walking around the mansion, bored as ever. Most of the students had gone to school. He knew Scott and Jean were around somewhere. Probably fucking, he thought and then became disgusted at the idea. He shook his head to get rid of the image.
He knew the other adults and the Professor were probably around too, but he wasn't in the mood for their company. They all seemed a little stiff to him. At least with the acolytes, we'd be blowing stuff up or something, he thought. He missed Piotr and St. John but he knew they had a family to go home to.
Home.
It still hurt him. No matter how drunk he got or how much he tried to sleep it off, it still stung. The past still haunted him. He lost it all in one night. Everything that he had ever known, everyone that he had ever loved, were gone.
He could still hear her cold words. 'I don't love y'. Never did. Leave!'
Losing everything, losing her, it pained him to no end. Never again, never again, he thought.
He sighed as he kept walking down the hallway. He noticed a door was opened. He quietly approached it and saw her. She was looking into the mirror with no make-up on whatsoever. She didn't have the thick powder, the purple lipstick or the purple eye shadow covering her face.
She was beautiful.
Her eyes though, they held so much sadness. It almost hurt him seeing her sad. He tried to shake off the feeling. It was ridiculous for him to feel anything for her. He barely knew her so why would it hurt him to see her sad. He could really care less, he tried to convince himself.
Suddenly, she snapped around to face him. Her eyes no longer sad, instead they burned with fury.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MAH ROOM!" She screamed.
He became startled at her sudden outburst, but it took him a second to recover from it. He put on a cocky smile. "Technically, chere, Remy ain't in y'room. Remy be standing at de entrance." He replied smoothly.
This merely infuriated her even more. She grabbed the closest thing to her, which just happened to be Kitty's thick biology book, and chucked it at him. He dodged out of the way just in time.
"GET OUT!" She screamed again and before he knew it, the door slammed in his face.
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"Oh, c'mon Remy, tell us!" The girls begged.
Remy was sitting in the rec room, surrounded by the resident mutant girls minus a few. He chuckled at their enthusiasm.
"Remy t'inks we've had enough stories for one day." He replied.
"Aww.. C'mon, just one more. Your acolyte stories are hilarious!" Jubilee pleaded.
"Yeah! Please!" Rahne added in.
Remy was about to fulfill the girls' wishes when Rogue suddenly walked into the room. As soon as she saw the girls drooling all over Remy, she immediately gave a look of disgust, turned around and walked right out.
"Next time, petites. Remy promises." He said and before anyone could get another word in, he got up and walked out of the room quickly.
Jubilee pouted while Amara and Rahne both dropped their eyes in disappointment.
"You think he likes her?" Amara asked Jubilee.
"He'd be stupid to." She simply stated while still pouting.
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"Rogue. Rogue!" He called as he tried to catch up to her.
She turned around to face him. "Left your groupies already, swamp rat?"
"Yeah. Rather spend some time wit' you, cherie." He replied flirtatiously with hopes to get a smile or even a scowl out of her. It failed as he could still see the unhappiness in her eyes.
"Well, ah don't want t'hang out wit' ya." She said and turned around to keep walking.
"Y'know, a girl like y' don't need all dat make-up, chere." He stated slowly as he began walking beside her.
"Let's just forget about what happened this morning, k?" She said as she quickened her pace, embarrassed to face him.
"Y're beautiful, chere. Just de way y'are." He spoke quietly and for once without a flirtatious tone.
This comment enraged her though. "Look, ah don't like ya. Ah ain't gonna fall for y'stupid words and lines. Ah ain't a game y'can just win. So, just fucking leave me alone!" She exclaimed and ran away from him.
"Isn't dat easy, chere." The words slipped out of his mouth in a soft whisper even though he couldn't comprehend the meaning behind them.
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"Hey Rogue, you think like Lance will like this?" Kitty asked and held up a pair of dark trousers.
"For what?" Rogue asked.
"Christmas, like duh!" Kitty answered bluntly. They had been at the mall for two hours now, doing their Christmas shopping, and Kitty had managed to pick up a gift for everyone except her boyfriend.
"You're gonna buy him clothes?" Rogue asked.
"I don't know what to get him! Plus, at least he could make like use of these. He always wears those ripped jeans. It's beginning to like bother me." Kitty replied as she dropped the trousers.
"Well, why don't ya just get him a giant poster of ya? He'll like anything wit' your face on it." Rogue stated irritatingly. As happy as she was for Kitty and Lance being together, they were just another reminder that she would never have an intimate relationship with anyone.
Kitty giggled. "Rogue, I can't.. actually, it isn't a bad idea." Kitty said as she contemplated about the suggestion.
"Whatever." Rogue said as she looked around the stores. She still had to get a present for the gift exchange.
"Hey, who'd you get for Secret Santa?" Kitty asked her as she dragged Rogue over to the store that made printed pictures on things like clothes, mugs, and calendars.
"Oh, ah got Bobby. Who'd ya get?" Rogue asked.
"I got Rahne." Kitty replied as she looked at the prices, somewhat tempted to purchase a mug with her picture printed on it for Lance.
"What are ya getting her?" Rogue asked curiously. She had no clue what to get her cool friend, and was hoping to get some ideas from her roommate.
"I bought it already." Kitty opened a bag and took out a large stuffed dog.
"Ya got her a dog?" Rogue questioned with some surprise.
"Well, y'know she like likes stuff animals and stuff. Plus, she likes dogs so whatever. It works." Kitty replied.
"Then should ah just get Bobby some ice cube trays then?" Rogue asked with sarcasm.
Kitty giggled. "Why not? I bet you he could use them. You think Lance will like a calender?" She asked Rogue.
Rogue rolled her eyes. It was obvious that Kitty couldn't really think past anything but Lance.
"Why not." Rogue simply answered.
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Remy walked into the kitchen, hoping to find something to drink. Maybe a shot or two of bourbon would be nice, he thought. He started opening the cabinets and searched for anything that had some alcohol content in it, but came up empty handed. He sighed and settled for a glass of apple juice.
"Hey, Remy… right?" A voice came from behind him.
He turned around and saw Jean Grey. He checked her out and decided that Scott was definitely a lucky man.
"Oui, Ms. Grey." He coyly replied.
Jean blushed and said, "Call me Jean."
"Anyt'ing y'want, ma cherie." He flirted and walked towards her. He took her hand and kissed it. "Jean."
Jean's face turned a deeper shade of red that complemented her hair nicely. "So, how are you liking it here?"
"Remy likes it here, very much." He replied and took a step closer to her.
She blushed even more.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!?" A voice bellowed from the entrance of the kitchen. When realizing it was Scott, Jean quickly took her hand away from Remy's.
"Scott, it's okay. We were just talking. That's all." Jean explained as she walked towards her boyfriend.
Scott didn't hear her though as he walked up to the Cajun. "I don't care if the Professor thinks you're harmless. I still don't trust you. So, don't touch my girlfriend." Scott threatened.
"SCOTT!" Jean yelled. He looked at his girlfriend and realized that she was very angry, which was definitely not a good thing.
"First of all, I don't belong to you so do not talk as if I am your possession! And secondly, if you don't trust him, at least learn to trust me, which you obviously don't!" She exclaimed and walked out of the room.
Scott glared at Remy once more before running after his girlfriend. "But Jean.. I'm sorry.. please don't be mad." Remy could hear him say and let out a chuckle. And I win again, he thought.
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It was getting hot. Getting too hot. His body dripped with sweat as he sprung up. It happened again.
She looked at him with hatred. Only hatred. Her words were as cold as ice and hurt more than he could ever have imagined.
"I don't love y'."
He could feel his heart breaking again.
"You've disappointed me, Remy. You don't have a home here anymore." The man said before turning his back on his son.
The words stabbed into his heart and he remembered walking away in shame.
The moonlight shined brightly through his window. He remained sitting up for the rest of the night, not brave enough to sleep.
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She woke up suddenly.
She could feel the pain and it hurt.
It hurt a lot.
But it wasn't hers.
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