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Per request of Scoobydo530, this chapter is a little bit longer, thanks for reviewing!
The song is For the Damaged, by Blonde Redhead.
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You'll learn to say when, signal if you can't say, "no more".
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Rogue hadn't been able to sleep the previous night, and at six in the morning she had stumbled down to the kitchen, seating herself at the large, empty dining table. She was having difficulty deciphering how she could be so angry with Remy one moment, but become flirty the next. Rogue gave a loud grunt, and shoved her hands through her hair.
"Good morning Rogue," Ororo said, startling Rogue from her private thoughts. Storm glided from the doorway towards the teakettle, filling it with water. "Would you like some tea?
"Sure Storm. Thanks." Rogue moved her hands back down to the table.
Storm set the water to boil on the stove and then joined Rogue at the table. "So what brings you down here so early Rogue?
"Couldn't sleep.
"Is there anything you wish to talk about?
Rogue played with her hands, debating how to answer the question. "How well do ya know Remy Storm?
Ororo gave a slight smile. "Pretty well Rogue. He is like a close brother to me. Has he done something to upset you?
"Naw. Ah just don't know why he's so understanding o'meh. Why he hasn't given up yet.
Storm reached over and placed one hand over Rogue's. "Remy is a good man child, and a determined one at that. I have never seen him treat another woman the way he has treated you. Perhaps you should discuss it with him.
Rogue opened her mouth to respond, but Professor Xavier and Logan chose that moment to enter the kitchen. Rogue pulled her hand back and sank into her chair. Storm rose to take care of the boiling water, exchanging good mornings as she did so.
After taking only a few sips of the tea Ororo had placed in front of her and politely ignoring the conversation going on around her, Rogue stood up and headed back for her room.
Rogue threw herself onto her bed upon reaching it, dressed in Remy's shirt still, and a pair of boxer shorts. She didn't feel like moving for the rest of the day, and slowly her eyes fluttered and then shut.
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Don't cross your fingers, Sundays will never change, They keep coming, You'll be a freak, and I'll keep you company.
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Remy leaned against Rogue's doorframe, in full uniform, watching her sleep. It was Sunday, and therefore there was only one danger room session. Remy had dressed early and headed to Rogue's room, surprised to find her asleep at 4 in the afternoon.
Stealthily he moved forwards, crouching down beside her bed. He grabbed a strand of her hair whispering, "Rise and shine chere.
Rogue's heavy eyelids slowly lifted, revealing the sparkling green orbs beneath. She did not seem surprised to see Remy there. Instead she pushed herself up onto her arms, head hanging down, hair covering her face. "What time is it Remy?
"It's 4 chere. Y'got about one hour before de training session." He spoke smoothly.
Rogue fell back down on the bed, lying on her back. "Gawd damnit." Rogue groaned. She turned to look at Remy. "What are y'all doing here Remy?
Remy stood up, placing a knee on to her bed. He reached over and tugged at her shirt. "Coming t'reclaim somethin' dat's mine.
Rogue's expression became tense, her eyes squinting as if in pain.
"What's wrong chere?
Rogue tugged at the hem of the shirt. "Ah've just spent all night, and all mornin' questioning your motives Remy." She looked towards him to see his reaction, but all she saw were concerned eyes. "And Ah'm tired o'questioning Remy.
"And what does dat mean Rogue?
Rogue patted the bed next to her. Remy climbed hesitantly up the remainder of the bed, laying down next to her. "Now hold meh Remy. Just for a little while.
Remy did as she asked, pulling her in tight, placing his chin on her head, rubbing her back. Their bodies meshed so well, and in their comfortable ecstasy, it wasn't long before both of them were asleep.
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Rogue pushed her way outside, her heels clicking as she straightened her skirt. She brushed the tears from her eyes, anger replacing her sadness. If she had known what was to happen that night, she would not have acted like such a child. She would have sucked in her inability to trust and sold her heart to him. And as the world became a dizzy mess around her, up and down intertwining, she crumpled to her knees, yelling out Remy's name.
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Say you were me then you could see the view, you'll know we are equally damaged, don't be a fool, make it easier.
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The X-Men had decided to take a break, heading for a dance club in town that night. Rogue and Remy had been dancing for a while when some random girl had tapped on Remy's shoulder and asked if she could cut in. And he had said yes.
Rogue had headed back to the bar, flashing her ID as she ordered a beer. Taking quick sips of it, she watched Remy and the unknown girl dance. She had blond, flowing hair and tiny waist. Her long legs danced around Remy, parading in her short tight, bright colored dress. But what really got to Rogue was when the woman's bare skin would rest on Remy's. This woman could touch him, and for longer than just one minute.
Betsy and Kitty had joined her then, watching Rogue watch Remy.
Kitty took in Rogue's pissed off appearance and tried to calm her down. "Oh, don't worry Rogue. He's just dancing. I'm sure it doesn't mean anything." Kitty placed her hand on Rogue's knee in support.
Betsy gave a slight chuckle. "Believe what you want luv. I'd be pushing that bitch off his hips if I were you. Remy looks like he's having too much fun.
Kitty shot daggers towards Betsy, removing her hand from Rogue's knee. "You know Betsy, you could be little bit nicer.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Kitty Cat. But unlike you, I'm honest. I'm just giving the girl advice." Betsy motioned to Rogue, who had slid off the stool and was heading for Remy. "And it looks like she may take it," Betsy added.
Rogue marched up to Remy and the woman, putting herself between them. Facing the blond woman, Rogue remained civil. "Excuse meh. Could y'all give meh a second with him." Rogue pointed her thumb towards Remy indicating him.
The woman gave a sly smile. "Sure thing honey." After the woman had sauntered off, Rogue confronted Remy. She had to yell to make it over the music.
"What's the point Remy!?
Remy grabbed her by the shoulders, glad he had worn gloves. "Whaddya mean chere?
"Ah mean, this ain't gonna work Remy! Y'all are too beautiful, too sexual ta be with someone like meh!
Remy began to shake Rogue slightly. "Y're talkin' crazy Rogue. Why don' we go talk bout dis someplace else?
"No, Remy, No! Ah can' stand ta watch other people touch ya Remy, when Ah can't! Meh trust ain't gonna allow this ta work!" She met his eyes with a sad sense of determination.
"Your overreacting Rogue. It's not as big o'a deal as y'make it!
"It is a big deal Remy! It's a big deal ta meh!" Rogue twisted out of his grasp, turning to leave before he reached for her again.
"Wait chere, please!
As anger flushed her cheeks, Rogue responded. "No Remy, Ah don' care about us anymore!" Her words stung Remy into letting go, and as he watched her run away, his heart felt like breaking.
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Maybe again he will be alone, guess we're equally damaged.
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The X-team sat around a circular booth, catching their breath, while Remy paced in front of them.
"Dat's it, I'm going for a smoke," Remy yelled, grabbing his trench coat.
Warren, the only non-permanent member who had joined them that evening jumped up at this. "Wait! Let me join you.
"I don' know if dat would be de best idea Warren," Remy spat.
Warren followed him anyway, heading out the back door into the alley with Remy. As they stepped outside, Remy lit up, the light from his fingertip sending out a luminous glow. Two seconds later Remy picked up on the body signatures around them, and spinning around he had several cards charged within mere seconds.
"Remy what the hell are you-Oh my god." Warren gasped, getting into a fighting stance right away. Standing directly in front of them was the woman Remy had been dancing with earlier. She held a dazed and bruised looking Rogue by the hair, a dagger to her throat. A large, bald man stood on one side of her, while a shorter man, holding a harpoon stood smirking on the other.
"Who de fuck are you?!" Remy demanded, not withdrawing his cards.
"Oh, I thought Sabertooth told you about us darling." The woman gave a sadistic grin, pressing the dagger harder into Rogue's throat.
Just then, Angel rose into the air, and before Remy could react, and tell him to stand down, the shorter man shot a harpoon towards angel, pinning one of his wings against the wall. Warren screamed in agony. Quickly, Remy sent a mental signal to Jean, alerting the rest of the team.
Placing his poker face on, Remy turned back to the woman holding Rogue. "Whaddya y'want from us?
The woman grinned wider, and she stepped aside, her teammates mimicking her, revealing a portal behind them.
"We want your team to jump through this. Follow us for a real battle. Otherwise your little girl friend here gets it." The woman replied.
Remy swallowed. "Y'can't hurt her like dat. She be invulnerable.
"I know. But I could jump through the portal with her, close it behind me, and you would never see her again. Trust me." The woman winked.
Suddenly the rest of the team burst through the back door. Jean immediately noticed Warren, and along with Betsy, went to help him. The others moved into attack position as Gambit explained their situation.
"They want to fight us, they can fight us here!" Cyclops ordered, standing his ground.
Jean contacted him telepathically, nearly shouting in his head. No Scott, there are too many innocent people around. Let's just do what they say, and go through.
But Jean, we don't even have the temporary recruits! We don't have Logan or Storm either!
When we get through the portal, I will contact them, let them know our position.
The team stood completely still, waiting for someone to make the first move, until Cyclops addressed them again. "Alright team, we follow them in.
The woman gave a cruel laugh. "Smart choice. You must be the leader of the pack. You'll be the first to fall." She stated before jumping into the portal with the still out of it Rogue. The rest of the team had no choice but to follow into the unknown.
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Maybe again he will be alone, guess we're equally damaged, find your name do it all the same equally, signal when you can't breath no more.
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The team reappeared in what looked like an abandoned temple. The team quickly scanned the area, taking in the group before them. The vicious looks on the faces before them told every X-Men they were in trouble. And as the blond threw Rogue back towards the X-Men, dazed and walking on wobbly knees, and Warren stood crutched against Betsy's frame, one wing bleeding, the X-Men felt a tremendous sense of dread.
"The great X-Men. Already two of your members are dwindling," A tall man with long dark hair stepped forward as he spoke. "This shouldn't take long." The man pulled several weapons from the vest he wore, immediately targeting Cyclops, as the battle broke loose.
The fight blazed by in a violent haze. The X-Men were well trained, exceptionally skilled fighters, but they worked better as a team, and the villains they fought seemed aware of this, as they worked to split everyone up.
As Gambit pulled out his bo staff and faced off against the blonde, he remembered Sabertooth's words. This team showed no mercy. Gambit silently cursed, knowing full well that every X-member here would not kill nor seriously injure; it was the X-Men's code. Gambit's eyes blazed, as he stood in front of Rogue's form, praying she would wake up soon. Until then, he would do everything he could to keep her safe.
The woman he was fighting seemed to send off a psionic energy that caused a loss of balance, making those around her feel dizzy. Gambit noticed this when Iceman, in the midst of fighting a man made of glass, wobbled backwards, clutching his stomach and his head. But this woman's power did not affect Gambit; his mental shields were too strong. He gave her one demonic look before he attacked her, watching her eyes go wide in confusion.
Meanwhile, Betsy and Warren worked to fight off the man with the harpoon. Betsy dodged herself and Warren into the shadows to avoid the man's strikes, before Betsy pulled her own psionic blade out, pushing the injured Warren out of the way.
"Let's see who's weapon can do the most damage, shall we?" Betsy nearly purred, causing the man in front of her to grin. Warren watched Betsy gracefully avoid the man's jabs, awed at her agility and speed, but waiting for a moment to jump in and help her if need be.
Nearby, the giant bald looking man took on Kitty, picking an unfair fight. Kitty was busy phasing out of the way of his massive fists, but miscalculated one of his swings, getting caught under the jaw with his punch, knocking her out cold. She fell limply to the ground as the man moved in on her, ready to finish the fight. As his fist slammed down, Nightcrawler interceded, transporting in to remove Kitty just in time.
Jean was doing her best to fight off Sabertooth, but was quickly losing speed, blood dripped from her right arm, a tear in her suit. Cyclops was still keeping off the dark haired man with his red blasts, taking a second to check over his team. They were wearing down.
Gambit had managed to knock out the woman, but was now facing another one, with dark short hair, who had, without honor, knocked Iceman out from behind with a power similar to Avalanches. Nightcrawler had returned to his fight with a man who created vast, speedy amounts of wind, while Warren joined in on Betsy's fight.
Groggily, Rogue's eyes opened, and she took in the battle around her, and the body of the blond girl beside her. She found Gambit quickly, watching as he sent a swirl of charged cards towards a glass man, exploding the creature, as it screamed.
Rogue climbed to her knees, feeling her powers coming back to life. Everything moved in slow motion then. She saw Jean and Nightcrawler go down simultaneously. Then there was another scream as Betsy jammed her psionic blade into her opponent's head. Warren lay crumpled by her feet, apparently knocked out.
As she watched her teammates go down, a rage enveloped her, slowly coursing through her veins. She noticed Gambit take out the woman before him and in a blur of movements, he moved up on Cyclops's fight. The giant bald man had snuck up on Cyclops, and as he turned to fight him, Remy took over the dark haired man.
Rogue ran forward, but her legs felt like molasses. She watched Remy fight the man and avoid his blows easily, countering with his own bo staff. She knew Remy could protect himself, but it wasn't Remy she was running to. The blond woman had woken up, and had somehow acquired a harpoon weapon.
Rogue flew like a bullet in the last seconds, watching the harpoon sink into Remy's back, coming out through his lower chest. Remy jolted, dropping the bo staff from his hand, the clanking of it hitting the marble floor the only sound Rogue heard. Rogue charged the woman in rage, pummeling her with her fists over and over, until she felt a tiny pinch in her lower leg. Looking down, she realized the man Gambit had been fighting was now attacking her. She pulled the weapon from her leg, snapping it in two, before floating forward. She gave the man a hard punch in the gut, before removing her glove, and placing it on his bare face. He sank to the ground, his eyes rolling back into his head, as Rogue turned around and dropped to her knees by Remy's side.
He was still awake, and Rogue clasped her hand around his. She was vaguely aware of Logan, Storm and the rest of the recruits barging in just then, letting in a draft of cold air. Remy's cough brought her scrambling practically on top of him, just to hear his words.
"Rogue?" He gasped.
"Yeah, Remy, Ah'm here sugah. You're gonna be ok.
Remy gave a tight laugh, clutching her hand. "Can y'remove de harpoon chere?
Rogue glanced at the weapon, the blade protruding up, blood dripping down. "Sure thing sugah." Rogue grasped the weapon, tears sliding down her cheeks, and quickly pulled it out.
Remy grunted in pain, clutching tightly to Rogue's leg. Rogue threw the weapon aside, and straddled Remy, ripping of the sleeve of his trench coat. She pressed the cloth hard against his wound, soaking up the blood.
Remy grabbed her hand, and pulled her up to meet his face. She now lay completely on top of him, afraid she was hurting him more, but his grasp kept her from moving.
"Listen chere," Remy looked deep in her eyes, running a tired hand through her hair. "Your beautiful Rogue.
"Remy-
"Sshh chere. Y'need t'know dat I love you Rogue.
Rogue's tears began to drip onto Remy's face, as her breath caught in her throat. Just then Remy's eyes went wide, and a sharp pain hit Rogue in the lower back, clamping her down harder onto Remy. She looked up to see the dark haired man remove his hand from the hilt of the weapon he had just lodged into Rogue's back. Before he could do more though, a pair of claws rammed through his stomach, as blood gurgled through his mouth.
His body was thrown to the side, as Logan stood growling, spots of blood, obviously not his own, decorated his face. Before he could approach the couple, he was distracted by Sabertooth, who he quickly fought off.
Rogue turned back to Remy, feeling both their heart beats begin to slow down. "Remy? Sugah? Ah'm so sorry." Rogue wrapped her arms around his neck with her last bit of strength, meeting his eyes directly. "Ah love ya too Remy." She felt him release a breath as he closed his eyes. A smile crept up on to his face as he tried to re open his eyes. He began to cough up blood then, and he looked to be fluttering in and out of consciousness. Rogue felt weak herself, but she began slap Remy's face, yelling his name. Finally she leaned in, pressing her lips against his.
"Ah love y'Remy. Everything's gonna be ok." She said again.
As blackness began to consume Rogue she heard her teammates voices.
"Are they alive Jean?
"Barely Logan." Jean sighed, her voice strained from the fight. "Lets get them home. Where are we anyway?
"Ya wouldn' believe me if I told ya darlin'.
"Where Logan?
Their voices faded as Rogue reached unconsciousness. Logan's next word was her last coherent thought as she passed out.
"Antarctica.
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Guess we're equally damaged. Signal when you can't breath no more.
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Will Remy survive? Will Rogue? You'll see next chapter.
Notes: So, I am mixing Evolution history with the comic story lines a bit. If I have confused any of you who are not familiar with the comics, then go ahead and ask questions. Sorry this chapter was more action oriented than romance, but you have to have a balance sometimes: The stories not over yet.