Disclaimer: X-men aren't mine etc..............
A/N: Thanks to my friend Cheri for helping kick my procrastinating ass into gear
I jolted awake, the visions of the doctors still vivid in my mind. My heart was thudding inside my chest as I untangled my legs from my lightweight quilt. It was another one of Logan dreams. I looked over at Jubilee's bed to check she was sleeping if she had been woken. Her gentle snores told me she was definitely asleep. I looked over at the window as a beam of moonlight shone through a small gap in the curtains. I walked over to the big window and opened it to reveal a steel fire escape. The brand new fire escape had been recently added to our window after a St. John had small accident refilling his lighter. The accident had alerted the professor that pupils could have been injured or worse if it had not been for Bobby's quick action. The result: a new fire escape was attached to our window. Pulling a pair of pants over my boxers and grabbing Jubilee's bean bag, I stuffed in through the window and climbed out onto the fire escape.
A strong cold breeze play with my hair as I placed the beanbag down on the cold steel. I was up three storys. I was up high enough to be hiden from most people on the courtyard below, but I still had a great view of the fields and the basketball court. I love it up here. It is one of the only places I can go to think or be alone without fear of being interrupted by people. Well, just one person, but Jubilee's learnt when to leave me to my thoughts.
I looked up at the full moon as it sat in the dark sky. Jean had finally allowed me to move back to my room the previous day after I got so bored I insisted on attending class. God, who would have thought I would actually ask to go to class. Casting a glance over the mansions shadowy ground, movement on the basketball court caught my eye. Focusing on it, the figure waved at me. Surprised, I slowly raised my hand and waved back. Jumping off the beanbag, I leaned over the railing and called out softly to him.
"Com'on up!"
Smiling, he began walking over towards the building. Looking down at my singlet and pants, I swore to myself. Leaning inside the window, I grabbed a sweatshirt off the ground and slipped it on. Grabbing a pair of gloves from the windowsill, I quickly pulled them on and released the catch to lower the ladder. I held my breath as he climbed up the fire escapes ladder. As he reached the top rung, I suddenly felt nervous. He was a lot taller than I had remembered and his lean 6ft body towered over my small 5ft 5 body.
"Marie." I said, holding out a gloved hand to shake his.
He took my hand in his, bent over and kissed the back of my hand gently. "Remy Lebeau." he said quietly, his accented voice as smooth as silk.
I felt my cheeks blush. And people say chivalry is dead.
"Well Remy, Welcome to Mutant high." I said jokingly.
Taking a quick look around, Remy relaxed slightly. Sitting down on the beanbag, I looked up at the mysterious figure that had saved my life only a week before.
"So...Remy why ya here?" Remy smiled at me and ran his hand throught his brown hair.
"To visit you o' course."
"Right" I laughed, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
We stood looking at each other, an uncomfortable silence between us. What could I say to him? He had saved my life. What could you say about that? Oh yeah, about the whole you saving my live thing, thanks. No way.
"So where yah from Remy?" I finally asked.
"New Orleans. You?"
"Ah'm outta Mississippi."
Remy's body shivered as a cold breeze went through his thin trench coat and ripped shirt.
"Wait here for a sec." I whispered, climbing back through the window.
Remy watched carefully as I walked over to my closet and opened the squeaky doors. Kneeling down, I pushed aside my collection of coats and other items of clothing and gently wrapped my hands around the cardboard box. Gently pulling out the large shoe box and placed it gingerly down on my knees. Opening it, a sense of abandonment and loneliness washed over me. In the tattered shoe box, I had kept everything that had reminded me of Logan. Pushing aside the admantium dog tags and a crumbled security photo of him, I pulled out a crumpled red cotton shirt. I had purchased it two months after Logan had left, thinking that it would be a great welcome back present. The shirt had lived in the shoe box for almost a year now.
Folding it neatly, I stood up and climbed back out through the window. Hesitating slightly, I held the shirt out to Remy.
"Here, take this. Its a lil' dusty but it'll be warmer than that ripped silk."
"T'anks" he said.
Smiling, he shed the trench coat and pulled off the ripped shirt. It took all the mind power that I could muster to keep my jaw from falling open. Remy was built like a god. His abdomen was sculpted, 6 pack and all. As he gently took the shirt from my hands, my eyes moved to look at his muscly arms and shoulders.
'Logan has com-pe-tion!' Davids sing-song voice said inside my head.
Remy grinned at my wandering eyes as he buttoned up the red shirt and slipped his tranch coat back on. Blushing slightly, I sat down on the large beanbag. He sat down next to the bean bag, his eyes on mine. An uncomfotable silence filled the air between us.
Remy brought out a pack of cards from his coat and began to fidget with them, his thin fingers pulling out cards at random. Selecting an Ace of Spades, Remy gently held the card between his index and middle finger. Noticing my interest, Remy flicked the card into the breeze and it exploded in a puff of smoke.
"So thats your ability?"
Remy nodded, continuing to shuffle his cards. He seemed like the strong and silent type. Just like Logan.
Remy then did something surprising. He brought his hand around and placed it gently against my cheek. I would have normally flinched or pulled away but my brain seemed to have turned off. Through the thin cotton that separated my skin from his, I felt the comforting warmth of his hand against my cheek. He drew closer to me until his face was inches from mine. I smiled nervously as his eyes stared into mine.
"Rogue?" a voice cut through the silence.
Remy's warm hand dropped away from my cheek as I recognized Jean's sickly sweet voice. I looked up towards the door. Jean stood leaning against the doorway, her red hair tied up in a messy ponytail. She looked tired.
"Who are you talking to?" she asked.
Glancing back toward Remy, I was shocked to see he wasn't there. Turning back to Jean, I stuttered slightly. "Uh..umm..." I said, as I tried to find something to say. Finally a light bulb turned on in my head and I blushed as I pointing at my head.
"Logan. Ah was talking ta Logan."
"Oh," Jean nodded her head as she looked at me with sympathy in her eyes. "Well, try to get some sleep soon 'cause you do have to go to class tomorrow."
"Thanks Jean." I said quietly. Watching her close the door as she left, I looked around the fire escape. My heart jolted when I spotted Remy clinging to a drain pipe beside the window. Jumping back onto the fire escape, he looked at me mischievously.
"Soo... Who's dat chere?"
"That's Jean" I sighed.
"Why do you sigh?" He asked.
"Its just...." Sighing again, I unconsciously ran my hand through my hair. "Ah hate how they look at me, that same look of sympathy in their eyes." I paused, looking down at my finger as it traced a scratch in the steel. "She still treats me like ah'm fragile. They all do."
Remy looked at me in surprise. "Remy don't understand why you no like dat. It just means dat dey care deeply for you. An' Remy know dey do"
"Yeah, and how do yah know that?"
"Remy just does." He replied softly.
Burrowing down into the warm beanbag, I positioned my head to look at him. Remy seemed to be in deep thought as he stared seeing in the darkness. The silence was once again disrupted as a sharp beeping sounds filled the air. Pulling up his sleeve, Remy pressed a small button on his watch.
"I've stayed to long. Dis Cajan has ta leave now"
Standing up, Remy leant over me as I stood up. "I will come back a'other time" he whispered into my ear as he embraced me and then he kissing my cheek lightly. I stepped back out of his arms, stunned at his brief touch. Remy's eyes closed and a shiver ran through his body. Slowly, the shivering stopped and a smile spread across his face.
"Wow" he whispered.
I stood frozen as he climbed back down the ladder. I sank back into the beanbag, my forehead in my hands. The feelings of abandonment and loneliness came like a flood so strong my eyes burned as tears threatened. In that brief touch, I had only gained one thing from his mind and those four words echoed in my head
"She is so beautiful."
Looking out to the basketball court, Remy was slowly walking across it. He turned around, gave me a quick wave and jogged into the nearby bushes. Taking in a deep breath, I stood up and pushed the beanbag gently through the window. Taking one last look around the mansions grounds, I climbed back inside.
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I woke up the next morning as my alarm clock beeped loudly. Hitting the sleep button on the clock, I lazily looked around the room. I could hear Jubilee singing in the bathroom as I kicked off the sheets. Jubilee was a morning person unlike me. My head felt groggy as I stood up. Banging on the bathroom door, I yelled at Jubilee to hurry up. Moments later, Jubilee came bouncing out of the bathroom, a bright yellow towel wrapped around her tiny frame.
"All yours" she said cheerfully. I groaned back. It's just unnatural to be like that at seven in the morning. Closing the door behind me, I reached over the sink and spun the tap handle. Cupping my hands to catch the water flowing from the tap, I splashed my face in a feeble attempt to wake up. Looking at my reflection in the fogged up mirror and remembered the night before. Had it been real? Or just a nice dream? Gently rubbing my cheek where I had felt his touch. Reaching over to the shower, I turned it on and began to undress.
Finishing my shower, I strolled out of the bathroom and over to my closet. The room was empty, Jubilee had gone downstairs for her usual breakfast of Fruit Loops and Coke. I pulled on a bathrobe, Remy's picture haunted my mind. Towel drying my hair, I gathered it together and tied it into a loose bun. Trying to concentrate on my make-up, my mind continued to wander back to Remy. Finally abandoning my mirror, I went and sat down on Jubilee's beanbag. Once again, the doubt entered my mind. I had had realistic dreams before, how do I know it wasn't all just a great dream. I scrunched up my face, racking my mind to find the answer. Suddenly, it came to me.
If I had touched him, I would have his power, wouldn't I?
Racing across the room, I pulled open the drawers on my desk and searched through the mess inside. Smiling in victory, I pulled out a pack of cards. Gently shuffling them in my bare hands, I selected the ace of spades and discarded the rest. Holding the card out in front of me, I closed my eyes and concentrated hard on Remy's face. My hands began to tingle and as I opened my eyes, the card exploded in my hand, a puff of smoke its only remains. Smiling in triumph, I walked back over to my closet and began to get dressed.
A/N: Thanks to my friend Cheri for helping kick my procrastinating ass into gear
I jolted awake, the visions of the doctors still vivid in my mind. My heart was thudding inside my chest as I untangled my legs from my lightweight quilt. It was another one of Logan dreams. I looked over at Jubilee's bed to check she was sleeping if she had been woken. Her gentle snores told me she was definitely asleep. I looked over at the window as a beam of moonlight shone through a small gap in the curtains. I walked over to the big window and opened it to reveal a steel fire escape. The brand new fire escape had been recently added to our window after a St. John had small accident refilling his lighter. The accident had alerted the professor that pupils could have been injured or worse if it had not been for Bobby's quick action. The result: a new fire escape was attached to our window. Pulling a pair of pants over my boxers and grabbing Jubilee's bean bag, I stuffed in through the window and climbed out onto the fire escape.
A strong cold breeze play with my hair as I placed the beanbag down on the cold steel. I was up three storys. I was up high enough to be hiden from most people on the courtyard below, but I still had a great view of the fields and the basketball court. I love it up here. It is one of the only places I can go to think or be alone without fear of being interrupted by people. Well, just one person, but Jubilee's learnt when to leave me to my thoughts.
I looked up at the full moon as it sat in the dark sky. Jean had finally allowed me to move back to my room the previous day after I got so bored I insisted on attending class. God, who would have thought I would actually ask to go to class. Casting a glance over the mansions shadowy ground, movement on the basketball court caught my eye. Focusing on it, the figure waved at me. Surprised, I slowly raised my hand and waved back. Jumping off the beanbag, I leaned over the railing and called out softly to him.
"Com'on up!"
Smiling, he began walking over towards the building. Looking down at my singlet and pants, I swore to myself. Leaning inside the window, I grabbed a sweatshirt off the ground and slipped it on. Grabbing a pair of gloves from the windowsill, I quickly pulled them on and released the catch to lower the ladder. I held my breath as he climbed up the fire escapes ladder. As he reached the top rung, I suddenly felt nervous. He was a lot taller than I had remembered and his lean 6ft body towered over my small 5ft 5 body.
"Marie." I said, holding out a gloved hand to shake his.
He took my hand in his, bent over and kissed the back of my hand gently. "Remy Lebeau." he said quietly, his accented voice as smooth as silk.
I felt my cheeks blush. And people say chivalry is dead.
"Well Remy, Welcome to Mutant high." I said jokingly.
Taking a quick look around, Remy relaxed slightly. Sitting down on the beanbag, I looked up at the mysterious figure that had saved my life only a week before.
"So...Remy why ya here?" Remy smiled at me and ran his hand throught his brown hair.
"To visit you o' course."
"Right" I laughed, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
We stood looking at each other, an uncomfortable silence between us. What could I say to him? He had saved my life. What could you say about that? Oh yeah, about the whole you saving my live thing, thanks. No way.
"So where yah from Remy?" I finally asked.
"New Orleans. You?"
"Ah'm outta Mississippi."
Remy's body shivered as a cold breeze went through his thin trench coat and ripped shirt.
"Wait here for a sec." I whispered, climbing back through the window.
Remy watched carefully as I walked over to my closet and opened the squeaky doors. Kneeling down, I pushed aside my collection of coats and other items of clothing and gently wrapped my hands around the cardboard box. Gently pulling out the large shoe box and placed it gingerly down on my knees. Opening it, a sense of abandonment and loneliness washed over me. In the tattered shoe box, I had kept everything that had reminded me of Logan. Pushing aside the admantium dog tags and a crumbled security photo of him, I pulled out a crumpled red cotton shirt. I had purchased it two months after Logan had left, thinking that it would be a great welcome back present. The shirt had lived in the shoe box for almost a year now.
Folding it neatly, I stood up and climbed back out through the window. Hesitating slightly, I held the shirt out to Remy.
"Here, take this. Its a lil' dusty but it'll be warmer than that ripped silk."
"T'anks" he said.
Smiling, he shed the trench coat and pulled off the ripped shirt. It took all the mind power that I could muster to keep my jaw from falling open. Remy was built like a god. His abdomen was sculpted, 6 pack and all. As he gently took the shirt from my hands, my eyes moved to look at his muscly arms and shoulders.
'Logan has com-pe-tion!' Davids sing-song voice said inside my head.
Remy grinned at my wandering eyes as he buttoned up the red shirt and slipped his tranch coat back on. Blushing slightly, I sat down on the large beanbag. He sat down next to the bean bag, his eyes on mine. An uncomfotable silence filled the air between us.
Remy brought out a pack of cards from his coat and began to fidget with them, his thin fingers pulling out cards at random. Selecting an Ace of Spades, Remy gently held the card between his index and middle finger. Noticing my interest, Remy flicked the card into the breeze and it exploded in a puff of smoke.
"So thats your ability?"
Remy nodded, continuing to shuffle his cards. He seemed like the strong and silent type. Just like Logan.
Remy then did something surprising. He brought his hand around and placed it gently against my cheek. I would have normally flinched or pulled away but my brain seemed to have turned off. Through the thin cotton that separated my skin from his, I felt the comforting warmth of his hand against my cheek. He drew closer to me until his face was inches from mine. I smiled nervously as his eyes stared into mine.
"Rogue?" a voice cut through the silence.
Remy's warm hand dropped away from my cheek as I recognized Jean's sickly sweet voice. I looked up towards the door. Jean stood leaning against the doorway, her red hair tied up in a messy ponytail. She looked tired.
"Who are you talking to?" she asked.
Glancing back toward Remy, I was shocked to see he wasn't there. Turning back to Jean, I stuttered slightly. "Uh..umm..." I said, as I tried to find something to say. Finally a light bulb turned on in my head and I blushed as I pointing at my head.
"Logan. Ah was talking ta Logan."
"Oh," Jean nodded her head as she looked at me with sympathy in her eyes. "Well, try to get some sleep soon 'cause you do have to go to class tomorrow."
"Thanks Jean." I said quietly. Watching her close the door as she left, I looked around the fire escape. My heart jolted when I spotted Remy clinging to a drain pipe beside the window. Jumping back onto the fire escape, he looked at me mischievously.
"Soo... Who's dat chere?"
"That's Jean" I sighed.
"Why do you sigh?" He asked.
"Its just...." Sighing again, I unconsciously ran my hand through my hair. "Ah hate how they look at me, that same look of sympathy in their eyes." I paused, looking down at my finger as it traced a scratch in the steel. "She still treats me like ah'm fragile. They all do."
Remy looked at me in surprise. "Remy don't understand why you no like dat. It just means dat dey care deeply for you. An' Remy know dey do"
"Yeah, and how do yah know that?"
"Remy just does." He replied softly.
Burrowing down into the warm beanbag, I positioned my head to look at him. Remy seemed to be in deep thought as he stared seeing in the darkness. The silence was once again disrupted as a sharp beeping sounds filled the air. Pulling up his sleeve, Remy pressed a small button on his watch.
"I've stayed to long. Dis Cajan has ta leave now"
Standing up, Remy leant over me as I stood up. "I will come back a'other time" he whispered into my ear as he embraced me and then he kissing my cheek lightly. I stepped back out of his arms, stunned at his brief touch. Remy's eyes closed and a shiver ran through his body. Slowly, the shivering stopped and a smile spread across his face.
"Wow" he whispered.
I stood frozen as he climbed back down the ladder. I sank back into the beanbag, my forehead in my hands. The feelings of abandonment and loneliness came like a flood so strong my eyes burned as tears threatened. In that brief touch, I had only gained one thing from his mind and those four words echoed in my head
"She is so beautiful."
Looking out to the basketball court, Remy was slowly walking across it. He turned around, gave me a quick wave and jogged into the nearby bushes. Taking in a deep breath, I stood up and pushed the beanbag gently through the window. Taking one last look around the mansions grounds, I climbed back inside.
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I woke up the next morning as my alarm clock beeped loudly. Hitting the sleep button on the clock, I lazily looked around the room. I could hear Jubilee singing in the bathroom as I kicked off the sheets. Jubilee was a morning person unlike me. My head felt groggy as I stood up. Banging on the bathroom door, I yelled at Jubilee to hurry up. Moments later, Jubilee came bouncing out of the bathroom, a bright yellow towel wrapped around her tiny frame.
"All yours" she said cheerfully. I groaned back. It's just unnatural to be like that at seven in the morning. Closing the door behind me, I reached over the sink and spun the tap handle. Cupping my hands to catch the water flowing from the tap, I splashed my face in a feeble attempt to wake up. Looking at my reflection in the fogged up mirror and remembered the night before. Had it been real? Or just a nice dream? Gently rubbing my cheek where I had felt his touch. Reaching over to the shower, I turned it on and began to undress.
Finishing my shower, I strolled out of the bathroom and over to my closet. The room was empty, Jubilee had gone downstairs for her usual breakfast of Fruit Loops and Coke. I pulled on a bathrobe, Remy's picture haunted my mind. Towel drying my hair, I gathered it together and tied it into a loose bun. Trying to concentrate on my make-up, my mind continued to wander back to Remy. Finally abandoning my mirror, I went and sat down on Jubilee's beanbag. Once again, the doubt entered my mind. I had had realistic dreams before, how do I know it wasn't all just a great dream. I scrunched up my face, racking my mind to find the answer. Suddenly, it came to me.
If I had touched him, I would have his power, wouldn't I?
Racing across the room, I pulled open the drawers on my desk and searched through the mess inside. Smiling in victory, I pulled out a pack of cards. Gently shuffling them in my bare hands, I selected the ace of spades and discarded the rest. Holding the card out in front of me, I closed my eyes and concentrated hard on Remy's face. My hands began to tingle and as I opened my eyes, the card exploded in my hand, a puff of smoke its only remains. Smiling in triumph, I walked back over to my closet and began to get dressed.