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!
Author's Note: One more re-post to go… and it'll be the end of this story and the beginning of a new one. Hope everyone is excited… because I've kind of lost it for awhile now. Ehh… C'est la vie.
On with the story…
Somewhere I Belong
With a towel in hand, she dried her auburn hair while Remy stripped out of his wet clothes and pulled on a pair of dry sweat pants and a t-shirt. Rogue's eyes were glued to Remy's body and he caught her staring. He smiled amusingly and said, "Like what y're seeing, chere?"
She blushed feverously as she adverted her eyes away from his now clothed body. "Don't flatter ya'self, swamp rat." She stated nonchalantly and rolled her eyes.
"Remy loves it when y' use pet names for him…" He teased and grinned which only made her roll her eyes again.
The smirk remained on his face as he crept up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. She tensed up slightly at the close proximity but eased up when she realized that she was completely covered. Her eyes closed as she relished in his embrace since it had definitely been too long since he had held her. Remy savored the feeling of her in his arms again, and the serenity that came along with it. His mind felt at peace when he was near her, and he knew this was what he wanted for the rest of his life.
"I missed y', chere." Remy murmured.
"Ah missed ya too." Rogue whispered in response.
"Never again, though?" He asked for reassurance once more.
"Never again, sugah." She confirmed.
"Y' tired yet?" He asked since he noticed the clock in the corner stated that it was two in the morning.
"A little. Ya tired?" She asked him in return.
"Oui. Je suis fatigue. Wanna head t'bed?" He questioned.
She broke out of his embrace to turn around and face him. Her unsure sea-green eyes met his soft understanding crimson ones. "Ah don't think it'll be a good idea, Remy."
"Remy's not scared, chere." He told her confidently.
"Ah know, but ah'm still scared." She whispered and shifted her eyes to the ground. He pulled her into an embrace once more and gently stroked her back.
"I understand. I won't push y', but I'll be here when y're ready." He said supportively.
"Ah know. Thanks." She said and rested her head on his chest.
The young couple remained in that position for a while longer before they retired to bed. Though it was Rogue who took the bed while Remy set up camp on the floor next to her.
-xoxo-
His eyes were wide-opened in the pitch-dark room. He had been listening to her sleep for the past two hours; though, he wasn't exactly sure how long he had actually stayed awake. All he did know was that she was having a tough time sleeping.
He heard her tossed and turned in her sleep and knew she was having a restless slumber. He wanted to help her somehow, but he didn't know how. He realized that most likely it was her mutation that was the cause of her problem, like it always was, but he didn't know how to help her to control it. His mind wandered through all the options, but he was no scientist, so what could he possibly do for her.
This was what angered him the most. She helped him just by being there. She brought peace and serenity to him. She gave his life an identity; a meaning, but he couldn't do the same for her. He couldn't help her find her peace. He couldn't give her the serenity. All he could do was give her his love, and he wasn't even sure that was enough.
A part of him still doubted that his love was worth anything at all. That part still believed he was a worthless petty orphan that was a mistake by nature. He didn't know how long she would want him or his love. Then, there was the matter of his past. There were so many secrets that she still didn't know nor was he able to tell her. If she ever found out, she would know that he was useless, worthless, a complete waste of breath.
"Remy…" She murmured in her sleep and tossed once more. Her unexpected comment drew him out of his thoughts as he got up immediately and watched her intently to ensure that she was fine. He noticed that she was still sleeping and a breath of relief escaped his lips.
She tossed over again, and murmured, "Ah love ya."
He didn't hesitate anymore as he slipped into bed beside her. Certain that she was indeed completely covered; he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. Her breathing became softer and she wasn't restless anymore. Instead, she was clam and serene.
He, too, became more at ease as the peace she brought him, returned. He held her tight, as he whispered, "I love y' too, Rogue. Never forget dat."
With her in his arms, it was no surprise that it didn't take him long to fall asleep.
-xoxo-
The morning came quickly and Rogue opened her eyes to only see a sleeping Remy in front of her. His arms were around her and she knew he was the reason for her soundless sleep the night before. She snuggled up to him closer, though still somewhat afraid of the close contact, yet could no longer resist touching him. He mumbled something in his sleep as his arms tightened around her as well.
She expected him to wake up, but he continued to snooze. She shrugged and didn't take any worry for she wanted him to get continue to slumber. She knew that he had stayed up quite late the night before, even though it was evident that he was tired. Also, she knew that he didn't fall asleep until he climbed into bed with her. What she didn't know was what was bothering him. She felt his distress and worry and a part of her felt that his distress was due to his self-doubt, though she had no idea what would have him doubting himself. Perhaps it was because of her. Most likely it was because of her. If only she hadn't been foolish enough to leave him when he was in a coma. Her guilt was still intensely high and even though it seemed as if they were going to get through it, she still couldn't help but feel horrible for performing such a selfish deed.
The reason of not wanting to hurt him just didn't seem to cut it for her anymore. All she wanted was to show him how much she loved him and make it up to him for leaving when he needed her most. She was determined to prove her love and prove that she would never leave again. But she didn't know how to prove her love. The most obvious way was not an option since it would most likely kill him.
Suddenly, she broke out of her train of thoughts as her eyes turned brown for a slight second and she jumped out of his grasp and out of bed. A growl escaped her lips as she punched the nearest wall. Then, as quick as her eyes had turned brown, they returned to their normal emerald colour while she pulled her hand out of the gaping hole in the wall. She winced in pain as she took off her glove and stared at her now bleeding hand.
Remy had woken up as soon as he heard the loud noise from her punch and was immediately by her side. He intuitively moved to take her hand in his, but she pulled it away from him while angry tears trickled down her cheeks.
"What happened, chere?" He asked as he attempted to approach her once more, but she only retreated instinctively.
"Ah'm so angry with myself!" She cried as she continued to stare at her bleeding hand.
"It's okay, Rogue. It'll be okay." He said soothingly and walked cautiously towards her.
"Ah just hate this! Ah hate losing control. Ah hate myself!" She exclaimed, as angry tears continued to dispel from her eyes while they remained focused on her hand.
By now, Remy was right beside her and carefully took her bleeding hand into his gloved ones. She winced at the pressure of his hold and was about to pull her hand back, but he held onto it firmly.
"Let me see, chere. Hold still." He commanded and she eventually obliged since it was more painful struggling within his grasp than simply allowing him to examine it.
"Just be careful, Remy. Don't touch any skin, ah don't want ya t'get hurt." She told him as she watched him intently to ensure that he doesn't touch any of her exposed skin.
"Don't worry, Rogue. Remy has gloves on. We're gonna have t' bandage your hand. Does it hurt?" He asked concernedly.
"Just a little… just so pissed at myself. Fuck." She swore and an urge to punch the wall came to her again.
"It's okay. It's fine now. Y're fine now. Remy's gonna go find some bandages, just hold still, d'accord?" He asked softly. Rogue nodded her head in agreement and Remy went to go find the bandages.
"That's just it, ah'm not fine now…" She mumbled underneath her breath. Suddenly, an agonizing scream escaped her mouth as she fell to the ground. Her eyes changed colour rapidly from green to amber, back to green, then blue, then red and green once more.
Remy ran out of the bathroom and rushed to her side as he tried to help her, but she was still screaming in pain as she grasped her head, desperate for the pain to stop. There was no hesitation on his part as he wrapped both his arms around her thriving body. She fought against his hold though as she struggled to get out of his clutch, but he held on to her while he repeated soothing words, in hopes to quell the chaos that was her mind.
"It hurts! IT FUCKING HURTS! STOP IT!" She screamed as she continued to fight control for her body.
"Remy's here now, Rogue. It's okay. It'll be okay. Just fight it, chere. Fight it." He encouraged her as she continued to struggle within his strong grip.
"Ah can't, Remy. It's too hard… IT HURTS!" She yelled out in agony.
"Don't give up on me, chere. Don't y' dare give up on me! Fight it, Rogue. Fight it for y'self. Fight it for us." He supported as he continued to hold onto her although she was becoming stronger in her effort to resist him.
"Ah just…. AHHH!" She screamed out once more and then finally collapsed in his arms. He pulled her back from him with an arm supporting her head while the other hand brushed back her strands of white. Her eyes were closed, but her breathing was steady.
"Rogue? Rogue? Y' okay, chere? Please tell me y're okay. Wake up, chere. Just wake up." He pleaded but she didn't respond.
He patted her cheeks gently and begged, "Rogue, wake up. Don't scare me like dis, chere. I can't lose y' again. Don't leave me again. Please wake up."
After a few more minutes but what felt like an eternity to Remy, Rogue's eyes finally flashed opened. A breath of relief escaped his lips as he realized they were the usual emerald colour. "Remy…ah'm…" She struggled to say between deep breaths of air.
"Shhh… don't speak. Everyt'ing's fine, chere. Y're fine. Just rest, Rogue. Remy'll take care of y'." He said soothingly and before she closed her eyes again, she gave him a meek smile. He, then, lifted her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. He placed her gently on it and sat beside her for a while to assure that she was going to be fine.
His right hand gently brushed her cheek as tears slid down his face. She was in so much pain, and he didn't know how to help her. He didn't know how to save the one person that meant everything to him.
-xoxo-
The eyelids flickered a few times before they finally opened. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she propped herself up in bed with the use of her hands. However, as soon as pressure was put on her bandaged hand, a small whimper escaped her and she immediately flopped back down onto the bed. She brought her hand up to her face to examine it and noticed that it was bandaged finely. Then, she turned her head to the side while she scanned the room for Remy. Unable to find him, she attempted to get up again and this time with success.
Her sock-covered feet slipped into a pair of slippers as she stood up slowly, though her good hand quickly leaned against the bed for support for she felt quite drowsy and weak. When she was able to regain her composure, she took small steps towards the bathroom but after five steps, Remy came out of the it and rushed to her side when he saw that she was awake.
He offered his support as he helped her back into bed. Once in bed again, she smiled timidly at him and he returned the same sad smile.
"Are y' feelin' better, chere?" He asked softly.
"Mmhmm… ah'm sorry." She apologized.
"Y' being silly, chere. Y' ain't have anyt'ing t'be sorry about." He told her kindly.
"Ah just hate this, Remy. Ah hate losing this control. Ah hate everything that's happening. Ah just hate myself." Rogue stated angrily as tears began to form in her eyes once more.
"Don't say dat, Rogue. I can't have y' talking 'bout my girl like dat." He teased and brushed a few strand of platinum aside and tucked it behind her ear.
"Remy, ah'm just so tired of this. Ah'm so tired of living like this. Ah'm so tired of living in general." She said with a mixture of anger and sadness.
"I know, chere. I know dat dis hurts. I know dat it's unbearable but don' give up on us. Y' promised. We'll work dis t'ing out. We'll find a way for y' to get control and to touch. Just trust me on dis?" He asked.
Rogue looked into his eyes in disbelief for she knew that he didn't know how to solve her problem. It was her body and mind after all, and she didn't even know how to find the solution. "Ah just… ya can't…"
"Do y' trust me, Rogue?" He asked more firmly this time, though his eyes remained understanding and loving.
"Yes. Always will, Remy." She agreed confidently.
"Good. Rogue, I want y' t' close your eyes first." Remy directed and she obliged.
"Okay, tell me what y' see." He ordered.
"Ah don't know… it's too muddled… too many people…hard to stay on top." She answered slowly.
He, then, took her hand into his and held onto it tightly. "Now, tell me what y' see."
"Darkness…no…wait…another psyche is back… and another…" She responded.
"Try t'clear your mind, Rogue." He told her.
"Ah can't… ah can't fight them all… ah just CAN'T!" She cried and instantly opened her eyes.
She looked up at the disappointed Remy and said, "Ah'm sorry, Remy. Ah just don't know how."
"Absorb me, Rogue." He ordered her.
Rogue immediately pulled her hand away from Remy's as her eyes widened with fear and surprise. "No! Ya have t'be kidding. Ah ain't ever gonna touch ya again, not until ah can." She defied him strongly.
"I know y' scared, Rogue. But trust me on dis. Absorb me." He instructed once more.
"Remy, if ya didn't notice, ah already absorbed ya twice. Ah don't plan t' do it again." She said.
"Oui, I know y' absorbed me twice already, chere. But do it again. Trust me on dis. Y' won't hurt me. Je promets." Remy assured her though Rogue was still skeptical and refused to do as he wished.
"Rogue, dis will work. Trust me." He requested once more, but Rogue only shook her head no.
A sigh of defeat escaped his lips as he said, "Fine. Y' won't absorb me. Just… close your eyes again."
She arched a curious eyebrow at his instruction but eventually did as he requested since it was a better option than absorbing him. Her eyes shut once more as she waited for further instructions.
After a couple of minutes of silence, she spoke up, "Remy? What now?"
Immediately, she found out what was next because her body jerked unexpectedly as he touched her face with his bare hand.
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