Chapter 9
Rogue went to school as usual. Everyone in the household ignored them that morning. Rogue wasn't bothered, they would get over it. She went through the motions of the day on autopilot. She managed to get through the day without any major confrontations from teachers or the x-men. She strolled out of the school and went to meet Remy. She rounded the corner and saw him leaning there all smiles. She approached him and his smile faded as he saw her face.
"What be the matter petite?" he asked his voice full of concern.
"We need to leave now." She replied curtly. He frowned and got on the bike. Rogue climbed on behind them. He started the engine.
"Hurry up!" she snapped. He turned round and saw the x-men come around the corner. He released the break and they sped of. He drove to their spot and stopped.
"What's going on petite?" he asked
"They know." She stated. She looked at him.
"So?" he questioned.
"They're gonna get ya. Ya might not want to be around when that happens. Especially when ya with me cos they'll find ya easier that way." She said sadly.
"Remys not gonna be goin anywhere. Now explain to Remy what happened." He said calmly.
Rogue explained what had happened the previous night watching Remy the whole time. She saw his surprise at the Profs support and smiled at her warnings against her team members. She hugged him tight after she had finished and didn't want to let go. He seemed to understand her so well. They sat there for what seemed like ages, just hugging. Remy cupped his hand under her chin and brought his lips to hers. Rogues eyes closed and she maintained control over her power, stopping it from taking control. Remy deepened the kiss and Rogue didn't object. His hands moved from around her waist and began trailing up her sides. Rogue tried to keep control but his wandering hands made that very difficult. She pushed his hands back down to her waist but after a few seconds they began to move upwards again. Rogue tried to keep control but she lost it. Her powers began to drain Remy. There came a torrent of memories with their feelings attached. Rogue pulled away as quickly as she could but she wasn't quick enough. Remy was unconscious and she had a set of memories belonging to him. In all of the memories there was one person. A girl. A girl who was beautiful, who always seemed to be with Remy. She got up and staggered away from the unconscious Cajun and collapsed down trying to sort out the memories before he woke up.
Remy woke up with a splitting headache. He looked around himself trying to remember what had happened. Rogue. She had been here. They had been kissing and then, what? He must have passed out. His memory began to return and he realized that Rogue had drained him. He sat up and looked around for her. He saw that she was sitting with her back against a tree with her knees drawn up and her head resting on them. He couldn't see her face but he figured that she was trying to deal with whatever it was that had been passed to her. He got up and walked over to her. He crouched down in front of her and reached for her shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" she growled, without moving her head. He reached out to hug her but she looked up at him, her eyes blazing in anger. He froze. She shoved him over and stood up and began to walk away.
"Chere, what be de matter?" he asked in confusion.
"Ah just got a whole load of ya memories and Ah'm trying to sort them out!" she exclaimed.
"What memories do you have of Remy's, petite?" he asked softly.
"They're all a jumble but there seems to be one person in all of them." She said.
"Who be dat petite?"
"A girl called Belladonna. Who is she Remy? Cos ya seem to know her really well." She asked quietly, trying to keep calm.
Fear washed over Remy. She had got a load of memories that he didn't want her to have. He stood there a moment trying to figure out what to say.
"She be my wife petite." He said quietly.
Rogue went to school as usual. Everyone in the household ignored them that morning. Rogue wasn't bothered, they would get over it. She went through the motions of the day on autopilot. She managed to get through the day without any major confrontations from teachers or the x-men. She strolled out of the school and went to meet Remy. She rounded the corner and saw him leaning there all smiles. She approached him and his smile faded as he saw her face.
"What be the matter petite?" he asked his voice full of concern.
"We need to leave now." She replied curtly. He frowned and got on the bike. Rogue climbed on behind them. He started the engine.
"Hurry up!" she snapped. He turned round and saw the x-men come around the corner. He released the break and they sped of. He drove to their spot and stopped.
"What's going on petite?" he asked
"They know." She stated. She looked at him.
"So?" he questioned.
"They're gonna get ya. Ya might not want to be around when that happens. Especially when ya with me cos they'll find ya easier that way." She said sadly.
"Remys not gonna be goin anywhere. Now explain to Remy what happened." He said calmly.
Rogue explained what had happened the previous night watching Remy the whole time. She saw his surprise at the Profs support and smiled at her warnings against her team members. She hugged him tight after she had finished and didn't want to let go. He seemed to understand her so well. They sat there for what seemed like ages, just hugging. Remy cupped his hand under her chin and brought his lips to hers. Rogues eyes closed and she maintained control over her power, stopping it from taking control. Remy deepened the kiss and Rogue didn't object. His hands moved from around her waist and began trailing up her sides. Rogue tried to keep control but his wandering hands made that very difficult. She pushed his hands back down to her waist but after a few seconds they began to move upwards again. Rogue tried to keep control but she lost it. Her powers began to drain Remy. There came a torrent of memories with their feelings attached. Rogue pulled away as quickly as she could but she wasn't quick enough. Remy was unconscious and she had a set of memories belonging to him. In all of the memories there was one person. A girl. A girl who was beautiful, who always seemed to be with Remy. She got up and staggered away from the unconscious Cajun and collapsed down trying to sort out the memories before he woke up.
Remy woke up with a splitting headache. He looked around himself trying to remember what had happened. Rogue. She had been here. They had been kissing and then, what? He must have passed out. His memory began to return and he realized that Rogue had drained him. He sat up and looked around for her. He saw that she was sitting with her back against a tree with her knees drawn up and her head resting on them. He couldn't see her face but he figured that she was trying to deal with whatever it was that had been passed to her. He got up and walked over to her. He crouched down in front of her and reached for her shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" she growled, without moving her head. He reached out to hug her but she looked up at him, her eyes blazing in anger. He froze. She shoved him over and stood up and began to walk away.
"Chere, what be de matter?" he asked in confusion.
"Ah just got a whole load of ya memories and Ah'm trying to sort them out!" she exclaimed.
"What memories do you have of Remy's, petite?" he asked softly.
"They're all a jumble but there seems to be one person in all of them." She said.
"Who be dat petite?"
"A girl called Belladonna. Who is she Remy? Cos ya seem to know her really well." She asked quietly, trying to keep calm.
Fear washed over Remy. She had got a load of memories that he didn't want her to have. He stood there a moment trying to figure out what to say.
"She be my wife petite." He said quietly.