Disclaimer: Hey guys I still don't own the x-men but guess what! Marvel called and said I could have Remy. Guess they're tired of him stealing stuff from the office. Now, I just have to wait till Hell freezes over and the world implodes before I can pick him up. The only one I own from this chapter is Rogue's mother (and I don't mean Mystique) whom you will see more of later.
Authors Note: Feel free to let me know if you like what you read. Might just help to encourage me….er…better not say that or none of you will review. And sorry I didn't get this up last night. I had to work after school and just didn't have time. Sorry.
Again, much thanks to those who reviewed. And I'm trying to get these up fast, but please bare with me if it takes some time.
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dreams
Wandering Souls
Chapter 3: Memories of the Past
Rogue awoke with a start. Sweat was pouring off her face as the tears flowed from her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. Strong arms wrapped around her small body, lifting her into a warm embrace.
"Another nightmare darlin'?" a gruff voice asked her gently as he stroked her hair. She burred her face in his shoulder and nodded. "Same as always?"
Again, a fierce nod was her response as she curled up into his arms, wrapping her smaller ones around his large neck. He was always there when she work up for a nightmare. Waiting by her bed with open arms and concerned eyes.
"Come on kid," he lifted her easily out of the bed, cradling her in his arms as he turned and walked out of the bedroom and down the hall into the kitchen, setting her gently on the counter before switching on the light. Rogue shielded her eyes as they adjusted to the bright light of the kitchen. Slowly she moved her hand, her white bangs falling from the French braid that held back her long auburn hair. Her green eyes shinning with unshed tears as she watched the man before her. He wasn't all that tall really, except to the 4 year old little girl that watched him from behind white bangs on the counter. He was wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweat pants and his muscles rippled and tensed as he moved around the large white kitchen, collecting a bowl and spoon from various cabinets. His thick black hair seemed sat in place, thick sideburns going down his cheeks as he glanced over at her every few moments, with dark brown eyes.
"Chocolate or strawberry?" he asked walking over to the freezer and opening the door.
"Chocolate," she sniffled looking down at her feet and the smiling bunnies that stared back at her from her footed pajamas.
"Chocolate it is," he handed her the bowl of ice cream, which she quickly devoured. He watched her closely, fatherly love and pride on his face. She finished her ice cream and looked up at him smiling, chocolate staining the corners of her mouth. He chuckled slightly taking the bowl from her and grabbing a towel, he wet the corner of it before wiping off the remainder of ice cream from her face.
"Daddy?" she asked in a small voice.
"Yeah darlin'?" he answered, leaning over and placing a hand on either side of her, on the counter.
"Can we get cookie dough next time?"
He stood up and put his hand on his chin crossing the other arm as he pretended to think for a bit, the towel still in his hand. "Sure kid," he threw the towel down and held out his hand for her. She climbed into his arms, wrapping hers around her neck again.
"Daddy, can Mr. Marbles and me sleep with you and mommy?"
"Of course darlin, lets go get him."
Rogue rested her head on his shoulder as she watched the pictures on the wall move by as he carried her to her bedroom and picked up the stuffed white tiger that was lying on her pillow before taking her back into the hallway and turning in the opposite direction as before and finally, entering another bedroom.
The room was large, with rich green walls and plants everywhere.
"How is she?" a woman's voice asked as they entered.
Rogue felt herself being carried towards the bed and then handed into soft warm arms. Rogue looked up at the woman and smiled, snuggling into her warm embrace. The woman was beautiful, with thick black hair, curling down around her shoulders, the same pale skin as Rogue and the same brilliant emerald eyes.
"Fine, just another nightmare," he replied climbing into the bed and lying down, pulling them both into his arms.
This was right. This was how it was supposed to be. Rogue was safe her, happy and loved. She looked up at the woman again and yawned as she snuggled down between them, placing her head on her fathers chest. "I love you mommy," she said closing her eyes.
"I love you too sugar," she replied, kissing the top of Rogues head.
"I love you daddy," she whispered falling farther into unconsciousness.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek, "Love ya too Stripes."
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Suddenly Rogue was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, playing with her white tiger as her mother stood nearby, talking on the phone.
"Yeah honey she's fine. No nightmares, I just let her sleep with me last night," she paused and looked down at Rogue, smiling at her as she handed the girl a cookie. "Well I'm sorry dear, but not all of us can hear a bird break wind three blocks down or our daughters heartbeat increase."
"Mommy, make it dark," Rogue said suddenly looking up at her mother.
"In a minute dear. Listen sugar, I gotta go, love you too. You'll be back tomorrow right? Uh-huh. Yeah, I'll tell her. I miss you, and be safe." She hung up the phone and knelt down next to Rogue.
Rogue smiled up at her and held Mr. Marbles towards her for her to kiss.
"Your daddy says he loves you and he'll be home tomorrow and until then, Mr. Marbles has to take care of you," she said, picking up Rogue and the tiger kissing them both.
"I miss daddy," Rogue said with a pout.
"I know sugar," she said kissing Rogue again. "Do you want mommy to make it dark still?"
"Yeah!" Rogue exclaimed clapping her arms together and watching her mothers eyes go from green to solid black as the shadows around the room grew and engulfed it in total blackness.
When the lights came back there was a loud bang and Rogue watched the smile on her mothers face disappear as something warm and sticky began to get on Rogue's hands. She looked down to see the thick red liquid pouring from her mothers chest. Rogue watched her mom fall to her knees before letting the child go, tears welling up in Rogues eyes.
"Mommy? MOMMY!" Rogue began to scream as the woman fell forward, the blood flowing freely. Rogue knelt next to her mother and pushed at her gently, tears flowing from her eyes as she wondered why she wasn't waking up this time.
"It's alright dear, I'll take care of you," a woman said, coming up behind Rogue and picking her up.
"Who are you?" Rogue asked looking at the woman's dark blue skin and bright red hair.
"Don't you remember honey? I'm your mom."
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Rogue awoke with a start again only this time it was real. She looked around her room at the brother hood house and felt the urge to cry. 'Still the untouchable with poison skin,' she thought sadly, running her hands through her hair as she looked out the window, pulling her knees to her chest.
She hated the dream as much as she loved it. While it was a memory of her past, and of the parents who loved her, it was also a grim reminder of what she'd lost when they died when she was 4 and even more so when her powers emerged, taking away the simplest of pleasures, human touch.
The dream quickly began to fade from her mind, leaving only a memory of their loving touch, and her mother in a pool of blood. She had always known Mystique wasn't her real mamma, but she'd never tell the blue shape shifter that. Especially after all she'd given her. The roof over her head, Irene to care for her, and the training to protect and defend herself.
One thing the woman had never given her though was the one thing Rogue needed most of all. The mothers love that had been ripped away from her with the sound of the gun and the bullet that had cut through her mothers chest. Sure she had the roof, and the caregiver, but sometimes that wasn't enough.
Rogue could still remember her mother, although the more she woke up the more the memory seemed to fade back into the far recesses of her mind, to join the millions of memories that didn't belong to her as well as those that did. She could almost smell the lavender, jasmine, sage and roses that always trailed after her mother whenever she was in the room. How her skin was as soft as silk and how much she had loved Rogue and vice versa. And, the most prominent thing Rogue. remembered everyday was how much she missed her and how much it hurt every time she thought back to that day 14 years ago.
But even more painful than the knowledge of her mothers death and the memory of it was the uncertainty she had when she thought of her father. Mystique and Irene had always told her he was killed while on a mission with the government agency he worked with, but she always had a feeling he was still out there. It was a special bond they had always seemed to share since she had been born. He always knew when he was sad, or when she was scared and he was always there when she needed him.
Mostly she remembered their touch. Since their death, no one had ever really tried to touch her. Irene told her she had a skin condition and so she had been forced into gloves and long sleeves at a young age. As well as away from human contact. She wondered now if they would love her still, despite all the things she'd done for Mystique. Or if they'd flinch away from her touch like everyone else. Sometimes she wondered if she'd be able to touch them due to some genetic miracle. To once again feel their kisses and hugs.
Rogue let out a long sigh as she crawled out of bed and walked over to the duffle still on the floor in the corner. She knelt down and opened it carefully peering inside.
"There ya are," she whispered pulling out the tattered stuffed tiger and rising to return to bed. "Daddy told ya at take care of meh and ya can't do that in there." She yawned climbing back under the covers and pulling them up around her and the toy. "'Sides, Ah have at tell ya 'bout this hot guy Ah met today Mr. Marbles, and his demon eyes." She whispered her tale to the tiger, a part of her clinging to the fact that it was the only thing left that her real parents had given her and maybe, just maybe, they could hear what she told it. She smiled as the thought of red and black demon eyes returned to her and she once again fell asleep.
Authors Note: Okay guys, not much Romy, I know but it will happen. Soon cause I can't go that long with out they're cuteness. On a side not, I don't speak or write any French so when I really get to the Remy parts I may need some help with the French aspects. So anyone know a good site to go to, or who could help me out with some translations, it'd be much appreciated. Thanks and I hope you like this chapter. I had fun writing it and it really seemed to flow. I just hope the others can as well.
OH, and to Yumiko, don't worry, when Remy's around, she's not just going to go falling into his arms. There will be some resistance, just for humor's sake as well as to keep everyone on their toes. But when she's alone, she's allowed to be kinda girly over him. Thanks for the reviews all.
Authors Note: Feel free to let me know if you like what you read. Might just help to encourage me….er…better not say that or none of you will review. And sorry I didn't get this up last night. I had to work after school and just didn't have time. Sorry.
Again, much thanks to those who reviewed. And I'm trying to get these up fast, but please bare with me if it takes some time.
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dreams
Wandering Souls
Chapter 3: Memories of the Past
Rogue awoke with a start. Sweat was pouring off her face as the tears flowed from her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. Strong arms wrapped around her small body, lifting her into a warm embrace.
"Another nightmare darlin'?" a gruff voice asked her gently as he stroked her hair. She burred her face in his shoulder and nodded. "Same as always?"
Again, a fierce nod was her response as she curled up into his arms, wrapping her smaller ones around his large neck. He was always there when she work up for a nightmare. Waiting by her bed with open arms and concerned eyes.
"Come on kid," he lifted her easily out of the bed, cradling her in his arms as he turned and walked out of the bedroom and down the hall into the kitchen, setting her gently on the counter before switching on the light. Rogue shielded her eyes as they adjusted to the bright light of the kitchen. Slowly she moved her hand, her white bangs falling from the French braid that held back her long auburn hair. Her green eyes shinning with unshed tears as she watched the man before her. He wasn't all that tall really, except to the 4 year old little girl that watched him from behind white bangs on the counter. He was wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweat pants and his muscles rippled and tensed as he moved around the large white kitchen, collecting a bowl and spoon from various cabinets. His thick black hair seemed sat in place, thick sideburns going down his cheeks as he glanced over at her every few moments, with dark brown eyes.
"Chocolate or strawberry?" he asked walking over to the freezer and opening the door.
"Chocolate," she sniffled looking down at her feet and the smiling bunnies that stared back at her from her footed pajamas.
"Chocolate it is," he handed her the bowl of ice cream, which she quickly devoured. He watched her closely, fatherly love and pride on his face. She finished her ice cream and looked up at him smiling, chocolate staining the corners of her mouth. He chuckled slightly taking the bowl from her and grabbing a towel, he wet the corner of it before wiping off the remainder of ice cream from her face.
"Daddy?" she asked in a small voice.
"Yeah darlin'?" he answered, leaning over and placing a hand on either side of her, on the counter.
"Can we get cookie dough next time?"
He stood up and put his hand on his chin crossing the other arm as he pretended to think for a bit, the towel still in his hand. "Sure kid," he threw the towel down and held out his hand for her. She climbed into his arms, wrapping hers around her neck again.
"Daddy, can Mr. Marbles and me sleep with you and mommy?"
"Of course darlin, lets go get him."
Rogue rested her head on his shoulder as she watched the pictures on the wall move by as he carried her to her bedroom and picked up the stuffed white tiger that was lying on her pillow before taking her back into the hallway and turning in the opposite direction as before and finally, entering another bedroom.
The room was large, with rich green walls and plants everywhere.
"How is she?" a woman's voice asked as they entered.
Rogue felt herself being carried towards the bed and then handed into soft warm arms. Rogue looked up at the woman and smiled, snuggling into her warm embrace. The woman was beautiful, with thick black hair, curling down around her shoulders, the same pale skin as Rogue and the same brilliant emerald eyes.
"Fine, just another nightmare," he replied climbing into the bed and lying down, pulling them both into his arms.
This was right. This was how it was supposed to be. Rogue was safe her, happy and loved. She looked up at the woman again and yawned as she snuggled down between them, placing her head on her fathers chest. "I love you mommy," she said closing her eyes.
"I love you too sugar," she replied, kissing the top of Rogues head.
"I love you daddy," she whispered falling farther into unconsciousness.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek, "Love ya too Stripes."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Suddenly Rogue was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, playing with her white tiger as her mother stood nearby, talking on the phone.
"Yeah honey she's fine. No nightmares, I just let her sleep with me last night," she paused and looked down at Rogue, smiling at her as she handed the girl a cookie. "Well I'm sorry dear, but not all of us can hear a bird break wind three blocks down or our daughters heartbeat increase."
"Mommy, make it dark," Rogue said suddenly looking up at her mother.
"In a minute dear. Listen sugar, I gotta go, love you too. You'll be back tomorrow right? Uh-huh. Yeah, I'll tell her. I miss you, and be safe." She hung up the phone and knelt down next to Rogue.
Rogue smiled up at her and held Mr. Marbles towards her for her to kiss.
"Your daddy says he loves you and he'll be home tomorrow and until then, Mr. Marbles has to take care of you," she said, picking up Rogue and the tiger kissing them both.
"I miss daddy," Rogue said with a pout.
"I know sugar," she said kissing Rogue again. "Do you want mommy to make it dark still?"
"Yeah!" Rogue exclaimed clapping her arms together and watching her mothers eyes go from green to solid black as the shadows around the room grew and engulfed it in total blackness.
When the lights came back there was a loud bang and Rogue watched the smile on her mothers face disappear as something warm and sticky began to get on Rogue's hands. She looked down to see the thick red liquid pouring from her mothers chest. Rogue watched her mom fall to her knees before letting the child go, tears welling up in Rogues eyes.
"Mommy? MOMMY!" Rogue began to scream as the woman fell forward, the blood flowing freely. Rogue knelt next to her mother and pushed at her gently, tears flowing from her eyes as she wondered why she wasn't waking up this time.
"It's alright dear, I'll take care of you," a woman said, coming up behind Rogue and picking her up.
"Who are you?" Rogue asked looking at the woman's dark blue skin and bright red hair.
"Don't you remember honey? I'm your mom."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Rogue awoke with a start again only this time it was real. She looked around her room at the brother hood house and felt the urge to cry. 'Still the untouchable with poison skin,' she thought sadly, running her hands through her hair as she looked out the window, pulling her knees to her chest.
She hated the dream as much as she loved it. While it was a memory of her past, and of the parents who loved her, it was also a grim reminder of what she'd lost when they died when she was 4 and even more so when her powers emerged, taking away the simplest of pleasures, human touch.
The dream quickly began to fade from her mind, leaving only a memory of their loving touch, and her mother in a pool of blood. She had always known Mystique wasn't her real mamma, but she'd never tell the blue shape shifter that. Especially after all she'd given her. The roof over her head, Irene to care for her, and the training to protect and defend herself.
One thing the woman had never given her though was the one thing Rogue needed most of all. The mothers love that had been ripped away from her with the sound of the gun and the bullet that had cut through her mothers chest. Sure she had the roof, and the caregiver, but sometimes that wasn't enough.
Rogue could still remember her mother, although the more she woke up the more the memory seemed to fade back into the far recesses of her mind, to join the millions of memories that didn't belong to her as well as those that did. She could almost smell the lavender, jasmine, sage and roses that always trailed after her mother whenever she was in the room. How her skin was as soft as silk and how much she had loved Rogue and vice versa. And, the most prominent thing Rogue. remembered everyday was how much she missed her and how much it hurt every time she thought back to that day 14 years ago.
But even more painful than the knowledge of her mothers death and the memory of it was the uncertainty she had when she thought of her father. Mystique and Irene had always told her he was killed while on a mission with the government agency he worked with, but she always had a feeling he was still out there. It was a special bond they had always seemed to share since she had been born. He always knew when he was sad, or when she was scared and he was always there when she needed him.
Mostly she remembered their touch. Since their death, no one had ever really tried to touch her. Irene told her she had a skin condition and so she had been forced into gloves and long sleeves at a young age. As well as away from human contact. She wondered now if they would love her still, despite all the things she'd done for Mystique. Or if they'd flinch away from her touch like everyone else. Sometimes she wondered if she'd be able to touch them due to some genetic miracle. To once again feel their kisses and hugs.
Rogue let out a long sigh as she crawled out of bed and walked over to the duffle still on the floor in the corner. She knelt down and opened it carefully peering inside.
"There ya are," she whispered pulling out the tattered stuffed tiger and rising to return to bed. "Daddy told ya at take care of meh and ya can't do that in there." She yawned climbing back under the covers and pulling them up around her and the toy. "'Sides, Ah have at tell ya 'bout this hot guy Ah met today Mr. Marbles, and his demon eyes." She whispered her tale to the tiger, a part of her clinging to the fact that it was the only thing left that her real parents had given her and maybe, just maybe, they could hear what she told it. She smiled as the thought of red and black demon eyes returned to her and she once again fell asleep.
Authors Note: Okay guys, not much Romy, I know but it will happen. Soon cause I can't go that long with out they're cuteness. On a side not, I don't speak or write any French so when I really get to the Remy parts I may need some help with the French aspects. So anyone know a good site to go to, or who could help me out with some translations, it'd be much appreciated. Thanks and I hope you like this chapter. I had fun writing it and it really seemed to flow. I just hope the others can as well.
OH, and to Yumiko, don't worry, when Remy's around, she's not just going to go falling into his arms. There will be some resistance, just for humor's sake as well as to keep everyone on their toes. But when she's alone, she's allowed to be kinda girly over him. Thanks for the reviews all.