Wow, has it ever been awhile! I'm not sure if anyone is still interested in
this fic anymore but what the hey! So this chapter was by far the hardest
to write. I'm still not happy with it but I think the next few are going to
be pretty neat. I will try desperately to get one more chapter up before I
take a two-week vacation with my family. It will sadly be my first time
seeing the ocean. Living in Toronto (Canada) is not all that its cracked up
to be. LOL, so now that I've taken up most of your time, please remember to
read and review!
Thank you's are going out to: Ms. Rogue LeBeau, Ishandahalf, Enchantedlight, Shadow Spirit, and Pookie Sanchez. Thanks Guys, you're all great!
P.S: I could still use a Beta if anyone's interested in the job!
Someday my Prince Will Come
Rogue woke up in a shot as she heard the high-pitched wail. Remy was already on his feet, cards in hand.
"I told you! I told you I heard something!" One of the girls kept saying, over and over again. The other girl looked much more dangerous as she started to swing her helmet around like a weapon and screaming like a banshee.
"Get out! Get out! You can't be here. Get Out!"
Rogue looked at the girls, they're faces couldn't have been more different. One girl had gone as white as a ghost, while the banshee was beet red. If it weren't for the fact that she had found a hockey stick, it would have been comical.
"Alriaht, alriaht. Don't swing that thing at me, we're leaving." Rogue backed away slowly so she didn't frighten them anymore then they had already been.
"'t's ok petite." Gambit soothed, "We don' mean y' any harm. We jus' needed t' wait ou' th' storm, see." The hockey stick lowered an inch. "See, everythin' gonna be ok." Another inch. "Now how 'bout you give that t' me, petite, so no one gets hurt." The girl lowered the stick into Remy hands and let go.
"Thank you belle." Gambit reached down and kissed the girl's hand. She giggled and Rogue swore she could see the girl's drooling over him. She had no idea how he did it but soon both girls were introducing themselves and offering them a glass of juice.
They stayed only long enough for the juice. Anymore and Rogue was sure someone was going to come home. They were lucky enough as it was that none of the neighbours had come running.
"Well, we best be off. Thank ya very much for th' juice girls." Rogue offered, trying to make a fast get away. Thankfully Remy took the hint and with a soft kiss on girls's hand, their fairy tale prince left with his Princess into the mid morning sun.
"You mind telling us where you two were last night?" Cyclopes asked as the two, supposedly AWOL, mutants entered the backdoor of the Xavier Institute. They looked around the kitchen to see that not only was Cyclopes there but Logan, Jean, Jubilee and the Professor had returned from their mission and were waiting for them as well. The only one who they didn't see was Storm.
"Ya don' need ta be treatin' us like kids' Cycke," Rogue stated, getting her back up a bit. "We're home, we're fiahne, so there's no need ta be callin' out the truant officars. Now, if ya'll excuse meh, I'm goin' ta bed." And without another word she flew up to her room.
Gambit wanted to follow her but decided he'd only be a distraction and she really needed her sleep. So instead he went to relax in the rec room, maybe play a few rounds of pool. Unfortunately the professor had other plans.
'Remy, I'd like to see you privately in my office for a few minutes if that's all right with you. I believe we have a few things to discuss.'
Nodding his head in agreement, Remy quickly went to check on Rogue before going to talk with the prof.
"Gambit, I am not going to mince words with you." The professor started, his body sitting rigidly in his chair, his eyes clearly emphasizing the tension already showing in his face.
"I am becoming increasingly troubled for Rogue's well being. She is noticeably thinner then she was a few months ago and seems to be withdrawing from the group. From what Storm has told me, she has been going off on her on quiet a lot at night and though she is more than capable of protecting herself, in her weakened state I am extremely concerned for her safety." He stopped to let his words to sink in before continuing.
"I would like to ask you if there has been anything lately that you can recall that might have contributed to this, or might have set it off."
Gambit thought this over for a long time, going over the past few weeks in his head, trying to pinpoint some kind of event that might have started the downward spiral Rogue seemed to be in but nothing stuck out in his mind.
"Non, Remy can't t'ink of a t'ing, not right now, anyway. Maybe something come up later."
The Professor nodded. "All right, however if you do think of anything I'd like to know about it."
"'course, Prof. Remy'll let you in on it." With another nod of his head indicating that they were done, for the moment at least, the professor turned around to face the window. Remy left to go do a few rounds in the Danger Room; maybe he could convince Beast to join him. Anything to help him relax.
Thank you's are going out to: Ms. Rogue LeBeau, Ishandahalf, Enchantedlight, Shadow Spirit, and Pookie Sanchez. Thanks Guys, you're all great!
P.S: I could still use a Beta if anyone's interested in the job!
Someday my Prince Will Come
Rogue woke up in a shot as she heard the high-pitched wail. Remy was already on his feet, cards in hand.
"I told you! I told you I heard something!" One of the girls kept saying, over and over again. The other girl looked much more dangerous as she started to swing her helmet around like a weapon and screaming like a banshee.
"Get out! Get out! You can't be here. Get Out!"
Rogue looked at the girls, they're faces couldn't have been more different. One girl had gone as white as a ghost, while the banshee was beet red. If it weren't for the fact that she had found a hockey stick, it would have been comical.
"Alriaht, alriaht. Don't swing that thing at me, we're leaving." Rogue backed away slowly so she didn't frighten them anymore then they had already been.
"'t's ok petite." Gambit soothed, "We don' mean y' any harm. We jus' needed t' wait ou' th' storm, see." The hockey stick lowered an inch. "See, everythin' gonna be ok." Another inch. "Now how 'bout you give that t' me, petite, so no one gets hurt." The girl lowered the stick into Remy hands and let go.
"Thank you belle." Gambit reached down and kissed the girl's hand. She giggled and Rogue swore she could see the girl's drooling over him. She had no idea how he did it but soon both girls were introducing themselves and offering them a glass of juice.
They stayed only long enough for the juice. Anymore and Rogue was sure someone was going to come home. They were lucky enough as it was that none of the neighbours had come running.
"Well, we best be off. Thank ya very much for th' juice girls." Rogue offered, trying to make a fast get away. Thankfully Remy took the hint and with a soft kiss on girls's hand, their fairy tale prince left with his Princess into the mid morning sun.
"You mind telling us where you two were last night?" Cyclopes asked as the two, supposedly AWOL, mutants entered the backdoor of the Xavier Institute. They looked around the kitchen to see that not only was Cyclopes there but Logan, Jean, Jubilee and the Professor had returned from their mission and were waiting for them as well. The only one who they didn't see was Storm.
"Ya don' need ta be treatin' us like kids' Cycke," Rogue stated, getting her back up a bit. "We're home, we're fiahne, so there's no need ta be callin' out the truant officars. Now, if ya'll excuse meh, I'm goin' ta bed." And without another word she flew up to her room.
Gambit wanted to follow her but decided he'd only be a distraction and she really needed her sleep. So instead he went to relax in the rec room, maybe play a few rounds of pool. Unfortunately the professor had other plans.
'Remy, I'd like to see you privately in my office for a few minutes if that's all right with you. I believe we have a few things to discuss.'
Nodding his head in agreement, Remy quickly went to check on Rogue before going to talk with the prof.
"Gambit, I am not going to mince words with you." The professor started, his body sitting rigidly in his chair, his eyes clearly emphasizing the tension already showing in his face.
"I am becoming increasingly troubled for Rogue's well being. She is noticeably thinner then she was a few months ago and seems to be withdrawing from the group. From what Storm has told me, she has been going off on her on quiet a lot at night and though she is more than capable of protecting herself, in her weakened state I am extremely concerned for her safety." He stopped to let his words to sink in before continuing.
"I would like to ask you if there has been anything lately that you can recall that might have contributed to this, or might have set it off."
Gambit thought this over for a long time, going over the past few weeks in his head, trying to pinpoint some kind of event that might have started the downward spiral Rogue seemed to be in but nothing stuck out in his mind.
"Non, Remy can't t'ink of a t'ing, not right now, anyway. Maybe something come up later."
The Professor nodded. "All right, however if you do think of anything I'd like to know about it."
"'course, Prof. Remy'll let you in on it." With another nod of his head indicating that they were done, for the moment at least, the professor turned around to face the window. Remy left to go do a few rounds in the Danger Room; maybe he could convince Beast to join him. Anything to help him relax.