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A/N: I wasn't happy with the last two chapters, so I decided to take them off and redo them a little differently. I hope you like the new way better (it would be great if you gave me some reviews to tell me, hint, hint).
It was around midnight when Rogue finally slammed through the door to her new apartment after wandering the streets of New Orleans for awhile contemplating her hopeless relationships and feelings. She loved Remy, and she knew it, whether or not she chose to admit it, but at the same time the thought of giving him her heart frightened her more then the thought of a mutant-hating mob storming the mansion.
She was afraid it would be the same old song and dance of letting someone into her heart so that they could rip it apart from the inside. Like Irene, Mystique, her nameless biological parents, the Brotherhood, and some of the X-Men.
She knew that the walls around her heart would protect her just like the walls around the Institute. They would keep all the baddies out, but they could also keep out some of the good people. If Kurt had hidden behind the walls, he never would have met Amanda. Then again, if Rogue had stayed behind the walls she never would have had to deal with the Cajun.
It was this question that kept her wandering around New Orleans famous streets until her feet were ready to call a mutiny, and she decided she would probably want to return to her duties and check on the mutants she had left at home.
She had taken Remy's car when she fled his home, so she still had her groceries with her. She mindlessly packed them away while trying to avoid the knowledge that she would have to face the red-eyed Cajun sooner or later, since he usually lived across the hallway.
Finally, she decided to check on her charges, starting with Jamie since she knew his cute little face would help cheer her up a little. He was too cute to hurt her.
She slowly opened his door, and smiled to see with breathing softly against his pillow in a deep sleep. She noticed he had a pile of tissues on the floor, and seemed to be out of fresh ones, so she retrieved a new box from what she deemed the medicine closet, and placed them within easy reaching distance. A quick survey informed her that her lil' Jamie was all sorts of taken care of, and as usual required no annoyance on her part.
The next room was another matter. She said a quick prayer that Amara was sleeping before very quietly opening the door and peering inside. At first, she thought all was well, as she had her eyes closed, and she could only hear the interior of the room. Then a somewhat disturbing sound reached her ears.
"St. John, Pyro, where are you?" A dreaming Amara spoke out in her sleep, causing Rogue to open both eyes immediately and scan the room for any signs of the fiery Aussie.
Unfortunatly she found one, the dark smoke marks on Amara's ceiling, over top her bed.
"Keep me warm, Pyro, you let me get cold."
Sighing, the Rogue understood that the maniac had probably paid the girl a visit and treated her to his powers. Taking pity on her, she covered her up with a few extra blankets until she curled up into them contentedly.
This, Rogue thought, is why I can't fall in love. Just when I get comfortable, somebody will leave me, and I'll be cold and alone again.
Shutting off the light switch, Rogue left the room without considering that being in the fire for only a few minutes might be better then never feeling the warmth at all.
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A few miles away Remy LeBeau was staring into the darkness, idly listening to the steadied breathing of the little girl, and contemplating his situation with Rogue.
He could understand her reluctance, he knew what it felt like to be burned by the ones you loved most. He only wished that he could lead her out of the walls that she built up around her and show her how good things could be without the menacing stone staring back at you every time you looked around. Though he could understand the safety of walls.
If there had been walls around him as a child he might never have had to look into the faces of those who called with evil. If their had been safe walls around the little girl who lay before him, she might never have had to feel the pain of being hurt for being born a different way.
Then again he would have never had found her, and would never be wondering why the hell her eyes looked like his in a flash. Then again, if never met her, he never would have known he should be wondering. It was a very confusing business.
Rather then be confused about the little girl, his mind automatically tuned into Rogue, and the confusing business that came with her. He loved her, he obviously had to admit that.
His reaction to her earlier crisis had surprised even himself. He never would have though he would allow himself to show such emotion. However, it made him feel strangely liberated and alive. He no longer had to worry about her reactions, and how to deal with his feelings. He had put himself out there, and now only had to wait for her.
He suspected that it was good that he had been forced into the situation by his subconscious, otherwise the two would have run circles around each other forever, without ever stopping to realize that they could be together. Of course, they would have to overcome a lot, namely her insecurity when it came to her mutation. He was confident they would overcome. If only she could climb outside her shell and stand in the sun with him.
Meanwhile, he forcefully turned his attention away from her emerald green eyes back to the thoughts of the little girls flashes of red-on-black eyes. It puzzled him. Where did she come from?
A/N: Well, I hoped you enjoyed the re-write and are asking yourselves such questions as Who is the little girl? Will Rogue give in to Remy? With Pyro come back? What are the scientists doing with the mutant virus? If you are, you could send me some reviews!!! Please? Pretty please?
A/N: I wasn't happy with the last two chapters, so I decided to take them off and redo them a little differently. I hope you like the new way better (it would be great if you gave me some reviews to tell me, hint, hint).
It was around midnight when Rogue finally slammed through the door to her new apartment after wandering the streets of New Orleans for awhile contemplating her hopeless relationships and feelings. She loved Remy, and she knew it, whether or not she chose to admit it, but at the same time the thought of giving him her heart frightened her more then the thought of a mutant-hating mob storming the mansion.
She was afraid it would be the same old song and dance of letting someone into her heart so that they could rip it apart from the inside. Like Irene, Mystique, her nameless biological parents, the Brotherhood, and some of the X-Men.
She knew that the walls around her heart would protect her just like the walls around the Institute. They would keep all the baddies out, but they could also keep out some of the good people. If Kurt had hidden behind the walls, he never would have met Amanda. Then again, if Rogue had stayed behind the walls she never would have had to deal with the Cajun.
It was this question that kept her wandering around New Orleans famous streets until her feet were ready to call a mutiny, and she decided she would probably want to return to her duties and check on the mutants she had left at home.
She had taken Remy's car when she fled his home, so she still had her groceries with her. She mindlessly packed them away while trying to avoid the knowledge that she would have to face the red-eyed Cajun sooner or later, since he usually lived across the hallway.
Finally, she decided to check on her charges, starting with Jamie since she knew his cute little face would help cheer her up a little. He was too cute to hurt her.
She slowly opened his door, and smiled to see with breathing softly against his pillow in a deep sleep. She noticed he had a pile of tissues on the floor, and seemed to be out of fresh ones, so she retrieved a new box from what she deemed the medicine closet, and placed them within easy reaching distance. A quick survey informed her that her lil' Jamie was all sorts of taken care of, and as usual required no annoyance on her part.
The next room was another matter. She said a quick prayer that Amara was sleeping before very quietly opening the door and peering inside. At first, she thought all was well, as she had her eyes closed, and she could only hear the interior of the room. Then a somewhat disturbing sound reached her ears.
"St. John, Pyro, where are you?" A dreaming Amara spoke out in her sleep, causing Rogue to open both eyes immediately and scan the room for any signs of the fiery Aussie.
Unfortunatly she found one, the dark smoke marks on Amara's ceiling, over top her bed.
"Keep me warm, Pyro, you let me get cold."
Sighing, the Rogue understood that the maniac had probably paid the girl a visit and treated her to his powers. Taking pity on her, she covered her up with a few extra blankets until she curled up into them contentedly.
This, Rogue thought, is why I can't fall in love. Just when I get comfortable, somebody will leave me, and I'll be cold and alone again.
Shutting off the light switch, Rogue left the room without considering that being in the fire for only a few minutes might be better then never feeling the warmth at all.
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A few miles away Remy LeBeau was staring into the darkness, idly listening to the steadied breathing of the little girl, and contemplating his situation with Rogue.
He could understand her reluctance, he knew what it felt like to be burned by the ones you loved most. He only wished that he could lead her out of the walls that she built up around her and show her how good things could be without the menacing stone staring back at you every time you looked around. Though he could understand the safety of walls.
If there had been walls around him as a child he might never have had to look into the faces of those who called with evil. If their had been safe walls around the little girl who lay before him, she might never have had to feel the pain of being hurt for being born a different way.
Then again he would have never had found her, and would never be wondering why the hell her eyes looked like his in a flash. Then again, if never met her, he never would have known he should be wondering. It was a very confusing business.
Rather then be confused about the little girl, his mind automatically tuned into Rogue, and the confusing business that came with her. He loved her, he obviously had to admit that.
His reaction to her earlier crisis had surprised even himself. He never would have though he would allow himself to show such emotion. However, it made him feel strangely liberated and alive. He no longer had to worry about her reactions, and how to deal with his feelings. He had put himself out there, and now only had to wait for her.
He suspected that it was good that he had been forced into the situation by his subconscious, otherwise the two would have run circles around each other forever, without ever stopping to realize that they could be together. Of course, they would have to overcome a lot, namely her insecurity when it came to her mutation. He was confident they would overcome. If only she could climb outside her shell and stand in the sun with him.
Meanwhile, he forcefully turned his attention away from her emerald green eyes back to the thoughts of the little girls flashes of red-on-black eyes. It puzzled him. Where did she come from?
A/N: Well, I hoped you enjoyed the re-write and are asking yourselves such questions as Who is the little girl? Will Rogue give in to Remy? With Pyro come back? What are the scientists doing with the mutant virus? If you are, you could send me some reviews!!! Please? Pretty please?