(A/N: THANK YOU TO--------------TruleyRogyue----------------she gave me the
idea fer the Romyness in this chapter--and the actual idea for this
chapter....Roguey! You rock!...yes....thank her for the Romyness....and
thank Alistor for the scenes that arnt quite 'R' rated, but would be if I
didn't edit them.-----oh, and thank you to my groupies--- MischievousFairy
and Weapon x 61, along with TruleyRogue ofcorse, who review me allot---
thanks to everyone els aswell..... But Ill name everyone at the end I
promis.....Anyway, Ive decided that Im quitting writeing, and Alistor is
takeing over all my fics and will finish them cos I am starting to get
writers block allot more latley---wait, no.....not a good idea, Hey Roguey?
Was Ali as sex-mad when you borrowed him? Or has he just been hanginout
with your Remy too much?)
Chapter 10: Getting distracted.
Rogue sat up in her bed, and imeadiatley felt queezey. She clutched her head and closed her eyes, trying to stop the buzzing, dull, throb that resided in her temples. She waited for a moment, and then heard a voice at the doorway. She turned to see Anton looking at her with worry in his eyes.
"Anton sugah, could you pass me the seirum from out of the box in Erics room please." She said as warm as possible, as the 16 year old noded and dissapeard, reapearing seconds later, with a seringe of clear liquid inhand. He rushed over and pushed out the air in the seringe, then smiled at her as he pushed the needle into the crook of her arm, and injected the liquid into her vains, then ran a cotten wool bud over the prick. Within seconds, Rogues head had stopped buzzing and she was seeing 'clearley'. Anton steped back, out of the room with a small bow before leaving.
Rogue stood up. She was wearing a long night gown that had no arms, and tied around her neck, reaching all the way down to her ankles. Her bere feet tapped on the hollow floorboards as she walked across to her closet, holding out her hand and watching the closet door drift open. She smiled at how easy it was to contain and use all this power that she possessed. But deep down, she didn't want it. She wanted to go home.
She walked to her closet and looked through the new range of clothes. Useing her finger and telekenesis, she flipped through all the outfits, which all happend to be dresses. She scoffed at it and finally decided on a dark blue dress. It was ankle length, and split on one side upto the mid- thigh. The edges of the dress were lined in black, which blended in with the deep blue fabric. The dress had no arms, but the whole thing coverd her chest, upto her neck, like, yet another, chinease style.
She sliped on the dress and looked in the mirror. It fit perfectley, and the fabric was so soft. It felt like silk, but looked like cotten. She slipped on a pair of black, knee length boots, with small heels, and slid on some blue elbow length gloves that had the thumb, index and litle finger missing on both hands. Still feeling like a dominatrix, all she needed was a whip and she'd look the part. She brushed out her hair, which now came to just below her shoulders, and aplied some classic goth make up, then got ready to pull off the next museum collection. Whyle looking into the mirror, she couldnt help but notice the dull green that her eyes had become, whereas they used to be an emerald green.
"Whats wrong with me?" She ast her reflection, and then jumped when she saw Magneto's form turn up behind her.
"Your still not well after your....outburst the other day." He took her auburn hair in his hands and twisted it, so as it was away from her neck and he held it to her head, then looked at her reflection. "You should wear your hear up." He let go of the strands, and her hair fell limp again to her back, he smiled into the mirror and exited the room. Rogue waited a whyle, untill she knew that he had gone. Then clenched her fists, and watched the mirror shatter infront of her as her face fell into a full on scowl. 'Where are the scisors!' She thought in angar.
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Teren walked into the rec-room. It was 10am and all the students were at school. Teren walked inside the seemingley empty room, and stopped when she noticed Logan sitting in silence, reading the paper. He looked up at her, scanning her breifley. She gasped quieley, but enough to notice. She bit her lip and started stepping backwards, still under Logans gaze.
"Im sorry... I though....I thought it was empty. Ill leave." She spone on her heals and reached the door before hearing his grough voice behind her.
"Ya don't have ta leave on my acount kid." He ran his eyes over her again, and then looked back to his paper, noticeing her form re-enter the room, and sit on the couch, laying a file on the table. She kept glanceing over at him as she put on a pair of reading glasses and opend the folder, to reveal pages and pages os scribbled on shets. She turned to a clean sheet and began to write. But couldnt focus on anything but her thoughts.
'Ive heard so many stories about him.....Did he and my mother realy get that close......did he love her? I wonder how he treated Rogue.....Marie....Marie is my sister. Not Rogue.-No there the same person, and I don't even know her.' She thought, and eventually found her eyes locked with Logans. He sighed and roled up his paper.
"Wonna ask me somethin kid? Or are you just gonna keep stairin'?"
Teren jerked her eyes away. "Im sorry....Its just, all the stories that they told me in Mississipi...."
"Yea, what about em?"
"They say....that My mom was on a bridge, ready to jump when you first met her. They say she fell...in love with you."
".....Actually it was in a bank, the first time I met her." He diverted his eyes. What was she asking?
"And?" She pressed, closeing the folder.
"And, some punk was gonna shoot her so I stopped em, and was known from then on as a mutant."
"That story is legenday you know. Around there."
"Yea, I know. But thats what got Stephaney killed. Is that what you wonnad to know? Was it my fault that your mom was killed?"
"No...no, thats not.....Im sorry. Its just, You were the closest person to her, and I wanted to know more than what outsiders thought, or were told..........Never mind, I wont bother you again." She said with a week smile, as she swallowed the lump in her throat and collected her things, then hurried out of the room, spareing a glance at Logan before she walked through the door.
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"Prowfesser! Prowfesser!" Kate shouted as she pushed through the heavy doors to Xaviors office. Charles was alone, behind his desk at the time and he looked up startled. "Prowfesser, Ive got somethig to tell you about Rogue.
~'~'~'~'~
Remy heard Kate shout Rogues name as she ran into Xaviors office, and closed the door behind her. He looked around to see an empty hallway, so he creeped up to the door and listend in as Kate ranted about a vision that she had whyle sitting with Scott.
~'~'~'~'~
"She's going to make another hit on a museum in new york."
Charles was amazed at how adult Kate seemed about everything. "Alright Kate. Ill send Scott and Jean to take care of the situation."
"No! You can't! Thats what your going to do, but you can't!" Kate said, slamming her small hands onto the desk, that reached to just underneath her jaw.
Charles leaned his elbows on the desk and looked at the child infront of him. "Why ever not child?"
"Because if you send scott then he will die. It will be an acsident, but Rogue will kill him tonight if he goes to that museum. Im just warning you now not to let anyone go. Please prowfesser. You can stop her next time, im sure the x-men will be able to....."
"Kate, kate...calm down. I won't send any of the x-men to the museum.....But, I would like to know what museum it is, and what is it that will be taken?"
"Well.... up to now, she has taken a red and green gem....then next one will be blue..... at the natural history museum."
~'~'~'~'~
Remy stepped away from the door. He HAD to see her again, and he had to stop her from getting the full set of Chaos stones. He grabbed his trenchcoat from the hook on the wall and left the instituit on Logans moterbike. Heading straight for the museum in New York.
~'~'~'~'~
Rogue had Vine and Pyro take out all the security cameras, then had Hysteria get inside the building, and stun all of the guards. He got the attention of the armed men, and brushed aside his dreadlocks, then raised his arms out to the sky and brought them into a prayer position with his eyes closed. His body began to buzz a dull yellow colour, before opening his eyes to reveal light simalar to the type that you would get from a 100w lightbulb. He smirked with a devious glint behind him and parted his hands, letting a blinding light engulf the area, for over two seconds. Slowley, the light distinguished, and the armed security guards were left wide eyed and drooling on the floor. Temporarily 'stunned' as he called it.
Rogue smiled. This diversion gave her over half an hour to get in, get the target and leave. No problem. She gave the signal for the Acolytes to leave the building, and enterd herself, with her heels makeing her footsteps echo throughout the empty halls, she smiled at her temporary freedom, and headed slowley towards the galary in which the monochal gem was situated.
Magneto neede a range of 5 gems. The Nonochal, a red gem. The intenichal, a green gem. The Monochal, a blue gem. The Luestreial, a clear gem and the ruelluette, a black gem. Together, the set is Known as the 'Chaos' set, which is a collection of gems, made of a cirtain type of energy that no-one has ever been able to tap into....untill now. Magneto has found a way, and was going to use it to his advantage.
Rogue reached the pedastol where the Monochal was supposed to be. She found an empty box. Nothing but a plaque explaining what it was. She frowned, confused and looked around. Onley then noticeing the two glowing red orbs in a darkend corner of the room, and a glinting blue glair from the darkend figures hand.
"Lookin' f'o dis p'tite." Remy LeBeau drawled. His accent thicker than ever, seductive and enticeing.
"Give it ta me swamp rat!" Rogue hissed. 'Ah don't wonna hurt ya remy, so please don't start a fight.'. She thought over and over again.
"Non, mon cherie. Remys gonna be usein dis later on, fille." Remy slid the gem into his pocket. He pulled himself out of his lean and started walking towards her with, that, smirk on his face.
Rogue saw him advanceing and began to step vackwards. She was wearing the same clothes as earlyer, but she had strapped a belt, loseley around her hips, that contained two pockets. One for the gem, and one full of playing cards. Rogue diverted her eyes so as they never met his, and suddenley found herself backed against a wall, with his body pressed, tightley, against hers. She gasped and looked directley into his eyes. Big mistake.
Rogue was lost amoungst those demon eyes. Like the first time she ever saw them. She staired, her mouth parting slightley.
"Don' y' wonna give Remy a kiss chere? He ain' seen y' in a whyle." He grinned. His hand finding it's way, and setting comfortabley on the top of her thigh. His other hand lifting her chin, makeing sure that she didn't look away from his eyes.
Remy kept his smirk as he leaned into her lips, forceing his own upon them as she closed her eyes. He moved his hand further up her leg, more towards her hip as his fingers slid under the fabric of her dress. There lips parted momentariley inorder for Remy to hear her breath catch in her throat as his, parcially, gloved hand brushed against the bere skin of her abdomen, beneath her dress, he leaned in again for a more deep and passionate kiss. Her heart was pounding. She was married. Married? Damn that sounded wrong in her head. She had almost forgotten. The realisation, however, onley made Remys touch more exciteing. Remy broke the kiss, leaving her breathless, and leaned into her ear, brishing his lips against it as he mutterd some french words that she wasn't paying attention to long enough to hear them. He trailed kisses down her neck and then moved back to her ear, where she heard, clearley, the last three words. "Remys sorry p'tite." Then darkness.
Chapter 10: Getting distracted.
Rogue sat up in her bed, and imeadiatley felt queezey. She clutched her head and closed her eyes, trying to stop the buzzing, dull, throb that resided in her temples. She waited for a moment, and then heard a voice at the doorway. She turned to see Anton looking at her with worry in his eyes.
"Anton sugah, could you pass me the seirum from out of the box in Erics room please." She said as warm as possible, as the 16 year old noded and dissapeard, reapearing seconds later, with a seringe of clear liquid inhand. He rushed over and pushed out the air in the seringe, then smiled at her as he pushed the needle into the crook of her arm, and injected the liquid into her vains, then ran a cotten wool bud over the prick. Within seconds, Rogues head had stopped buzzing and she was seeing 'clearley'. Anton steped back, out of the room with a small bow before leaving.
Rogue stood up. She was wearing a long night gown that had no arms, and tied around her neck, reaching all the way down to her ankles. Her bere feet tapped on the hollow floorboards as she walked across to her closet, holding out her hand and watching the closet door drift open. She smiled at how easy it was to contain and use all this power that she possessed. But deep down, she didn't want it. She wanted to go home.
She walked to her closet and looked through the new range of clothes. Useing her finger and telekenesis, she flipped through all the outfits, which all happend to be dresses. She scoffed at it and finally decided on a dark blue dress. It was ankle length, and split on one side upto the mid- thigh. The edges of the dress were lined in black, which blended in with the deep blue fabric. The dress had no arms, but the whole thing coverd her chest, upto her neck, like, yet another, chinease style.
She sliped on the dress and looked in the mirror. It fit perfectley, and the fabric was so soft. It felt like silk, but looked like cotten. She slipped on a pair of black, knee length boots, with small heels, and slid on some blue elbow length gloves that had the thumb, index and litle finger missing on both hands. Still feeling like a dominatrix, all she needed was a whip and she'd look the part. She brushed out her hair, which now came to just below her shoulders, and aplied some classic goth make up, then got ready to pull off the next museum collection. Whyle looking into the mirror, she couldnt help but notice the dull green that her eyes had become, whereas they used to be an emerald green.
"Whats wrong with me?" She ast her reflection, and then jumped when she saw Magneto's form turn up behind her.
"Your still not well after your....outburst the other day." He took her auburn hair in his hands and twisted it, so as it was away from her neck and he held it to her head, then looked at her reflection. "You should wear your hear up." He let go of the strands, and her hair fell limp again to her back, he smiled into the mirror and exited the room. Rogue waited a whyle, untill she knew that he had gone. Then clenched her fists, and watched the mirror shatter infront of her as her face fell into a full on scowl. 'Where are the scisors!' She thought in angar.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Teren walked into the rec-room. It was 10am and all the students were at school. Teren walked inside the seemingley empty room, and stopped when she noticed Logan sitting in silence, reading the paper. He looked up at her, scanning her breifley. She gasped quieley, but enough to notice. She bit her lip and started stepping backwards, still under Logans gaze.
"Im sorry... I though....I thought it was empty. Ill leave." She spone on her heals and reached the door before hearing his grough voice behind her.
"Ya don't have ta leave on my acount kid." He ran his eyes over her again, and then looked back to his paper, noticeing her form re-enter the room, and sit on the couch, laying a file on the table. She kept glanceing over at him as she put on a pair of reading glasses and opend the folder, to reveal pages and pages os scribbled on shets. She turned to a clean sheet and began to write. But couldnt focus on anything but her thoughts.
'Ive heard so many stories about him.....Did he and my mother realy get that close......did he love her? I wonder how he treated Rogue.....Marie....Marie is my sister. Not Rogue.-No there the same person, and I don't even know her.' She thought, and eventually found her eyes locked with Logans. He sighed and roled up his paper.
"Wonna ask me somethin kid? Or are you just gonna keep stairin'?"
Teren jerked her eyes away. "Im sorry....Its just, all the stories that they told me in Mississipi...."
"Yea, what about em?"
"They say....that My mom was on a bridge, ready to jump when you first met her. They say she fell...in love with you."
".....Actually it was in a bank, the first time I met her." He diverted his eyes. What was she asking?
"And?" She pressed, closeing the folder.
"And, some punk was gonna shoot her so I stopped em, and was known from then on as a mutant."
"That story is legenday you know. Around there."
"Yea, I know. But thats what got Stephaney killed. Is that what you wonnad to know? Was it my fault that your mom was killed?"
"No...no, thats not.....Im sorry. Its just, You were the closest person to her, and I wanted to know more than what outsiders thought, or were told..........Never mind, I wont bother you again." She said with a week smile, as she swallowed the lump in her throat and collected her things, then hurried out of the room, spareing a glance at Logan before she walked through the door.
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"Prowfesser! Prowfesser!" Kate shouted as she pushed through the heavy doors to Xaviors office. Charles was alone, behind his desk at the time and he looked up startled. "Prowfesser, Ive got somethig to tell you about Rogue.
~'~'~'~'~
Remy heard Kate shout Rogues name as she ran into Xaviors office, and closed the door behind her. He looked around to see an empty hallway, so he creeped up to the door and listend in as Kate ranted about a vision that she had whyle sitting with Scott.
~'~'~'~'~
"She's going to make another hit on a museum in new york."
Charles was amazed at how adult Kate seemed about everything. "Alright Kate. Ill send Scott and Jean to take care of the situation."
"No! You can't! Thats what your going to do, but you can't!" Kate said, slamming her small hands onto the desk, that reached to just underneath her jaw.
Charles leaned his elbows on the desk and looked at the child infront of him. "Why ever not child?"
"Because if you send scott then he will die. It will be an acsident, but Rogue will kill him tonight if he goes to that museum. Im just warning you now not to let anyone go. Please prowfesser. You can stop her next time, im sure the x-men will be able to....."
"Kate, kate...calm down. I won't send any of the x-men to the museum.....But, I would like to know what museum it is, and what is it that will be taken?"
"Well.... up to now, she has taken a red and green gem....then next one will be blue..... at the natural history museum."
~'~'~'~'~
Remy stepped away from the door. He HAD to see her again, and he had to stop her from getting the full set of Chaos stones. He grabbed his trenchcoat from the hook on the wall and left the instituit on Logans moterbike. Heading straight for the museum in New York.
~'~'~'~'~
Rogue had Vine and Pyro take out all the security cameras, then had Hysteria get inside the building, and stun all of the guards. He got the attention of the armed men, and brushed aside his dreadlocks, then raised his arms out to the sky and brought them into a prayer position with his eyes closed. His body began to buzz a dull yellow colour, before opening his eyes to reveal light simalar to the type that you would get from a 100w lightbulb. He smirked with a devious glint behind him and parted his hands, letting a blinding light engulf the area, for over two seconds. Slowley, the light distinguished, and the armed security guards were left wide eyed and drooling on the floor. Temporarily 'stunned' as he called it.
Rogue smiled. This diversion gave her over half an hour to get in, get the target and leave. No problem. She gave the signal for the Acolytes to leave the building, and enterd herself, with her heels makeing her footsteps echo throughout the empty halls, she smiled at her temporary freedom, and headed slowley towards the galary in which the monochal gem was situated.
Magneto neede a range of 5 gems. The Nonochal, a red gem. The intenichal, a green gem. The Monochal, a blue gem. The Luestreial, a clear gem and the ruelluette, a black gem. Together, the set is Known as the 'Chaos' set, which is a collection of gems, made of a cirtain type of energy that no-one has ever been able to tap into....untill now. Magneto has found a way, and was going to use it to his advantage.
Rogue reached the pedastol where the Monochal was supposed to be. She found an empty box. Nothing but a plaque explaining what it was. She frowned, confused and looked around. Onley then noticeing the two glowing red orbs in a darkend corner of the room, and a glinting blue glair from the darkend figures hand.
"Lookin' f'o dis p'tite." Remy LeBeau drawled. His accent thicker than ever, seductive and enticeing.
"Give it ta me swamp rat!" Rogue hissed. 'Ah don't wonna hurt ya remy, so please don't start a fight.'. She thought over and over again.
"Non, mon cherie. Remys gonna be usein dis later on, fille." Remy slid the gem into his pocket. He pulled himself out of his lean and started walking towards her with, that, smirk on his face.
Rogue saw him advanceing and began to step vackwards. She was wearing the same clothes as earlyer, but she had strapped a belt, loseley around her hips, that contained two pockets. One for the gem, and one full of playing cards. Rogue diverted her eyes so as they never met his, and suddenley found herself backed against a wall, with his body pressed, tightley, against hers. She gasped and looked directley into his eyes. Big mistake.
Rogue was lost amoungst those demon eyes. Like the first time she ever saw them. She staired, her mouth parting slightley.
"Don' y' wonna give Remy a kiss chere? He ain' seen y' in a whyle." He grinned. His hand finding it's way, and setting comfortabley on the top of her thigh. His other hand lifting her chin, makeing sure that she didn't look away from his eyes.
Remy kept his smirk as he leaned into her lips, forceing his own upon them as she closed her eyes. He moved his hand further up her leg, more towards her hip as his fingers slid under the fabric of her dress. There lips parted momentariley inorder for Remy to hear her breath catch in her throat as his, parcially, gloved hand brushed against the bere skin of her abdomen, beneath her dress, he leaned in again for a more deep and passionate kiss. Her heart was pounding. She was married. Married? Damn that sounded wrong in her head. She had almost forgotten. The realisation, however, onley made Remys touch more exciteing. Remy broke the kiss, leaving her breathless, and leaned into her ear, brishing his lips against it as he mutterd some french words that she wasn't paying attention to long enough to hear them. He trailed kisses down her neck and then moved back to her ear, where she heard, clearley, the last three words. "Remys sorry p'tite." Then darkness.