A/N: Short chapter. I'm sorry.
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Rogue stared at herself in the bathroom, make-up free, and dressed in clothes she found less then satisfactory, though berable, it was really the make-up that was bothering her. Her face was white, just white, with fatigued lines underneath them. She sighed, rubbing her blazing eyes then looking herself over one more time. Black zip-up sweatshirt, pants that were nearly too small, which flattered her at first, since she hadn't been the one to buy them, and a pair of boots, thick, black, boots. She toossed a pea coat over that, hood sticking out the back, and buttoned it up, wrapping a purple striped scarf around her neck and chin. She left the bathroom, pulling back her hair, which had grown substantially, almost strangely in the last months, and gave a last glance at the little flat she had been in for three days.
"Chere?" she heard from behind her, and she turned to him, a little smile on her face, "Ready?"
She nodded, and they left, tugging on thin woolen gloves, Gambit locking the door behind him. Down seven flights of stairs and out in a terribly decrepid neighborhood, they walked, and there Rogue saw a bike, prepped and ready for travel, and Rogue dreaded the thought of going back, but she got on it anyway, holding tight to Remy, who revved the bike, and soon, they were off, on there few hour journey back to Westchester.
When time had finally passed, and Rogue was staring down the face of the old iron gate, her stomach churned and her head throbbed.
"Here we are, chere."
"Ah' know." And before she realized it, she started to cry.
"Chere?" she heard him ask, "Rogue?" And Remy cast a glance forward, looking through the rod-iron bars, trying to ignore the girl's sobbing as a figure stocked down the path, littered with snow, and claws ready. Remy narrowed her eyes.
"Get away from her!" he heard the animal yell, his eyes ablaze. Logan was growling.
"This is your call, chere."
Rogue choked on one of her sobs, and huskily threw out, "Get out of here," and Gambit did, with no hesitation, and as they drove away, she didn't know which hurt more. What happened at that place, with that man, or hearing him call out from behind her with such desperate words.
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A/N: I know, the chapter was short, but, it just wouldn't have been as sincere if I had added more than this.
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Rogue stared at herself in the bathroom, make-up free, and dressed in clothes she found less then satisfactory, though berable, it was really the make-up that was bothering her. Her face was white, just white, with fatigued lines underneath them. She sighed, rubbing her blazing eyes then looking herself over one more time. Black zip-up sweatshirt, pants that were nearly too small, which flattered her at first, since she hadn't been the one to buy them, and a pair of boots, thick, black, boots. She toossed a pea coat over that, hood sticking out the back, and buttoned it up, wrapping a purple striped scarf around her neck and chin. She left the bathroom, pulling back her hair, which had grown substantially, almost strangely in the last months, and gave a last glance at the little flat she had been in for three days.
"Chere?" she heard from behind her, and she turned to him, a little smile on her face, "Ready?"
She nodded, and they left, tugging on thin woolen gloves, Gambit locking the door behind him. Down seven flights of stairs and out in a terribly decrepid neighborhood, they walked, and there Rogue saw a bike, prepped and ready for travel, and Rogue dreaded the thought of going back, but she got on it anyway, holding tight to Remy, who revved the bike, and soon, they were off, on there few hour journey back to Westchester.
When time had finally passed, and Rogue was staring down the face of the old iron gate, her stomach churned and her head throbbed.
"Here we are, chere."
"Ah' know." And before she realized it, she started to cry.
"Chere?" she heard him ask, "Rogue?" And Remy cast a glance forward, looking through the rod-iron bars, trying to ignore the girl's sobbing as a figure stocked down the path, littered with snow, and claws ready. Remy narrowed her eyes.
"Get away from her!" he heard the animal yell, his eyes ablaze. Logan was growling.
"This is your call, chere."
Rogue choked on one of her sobs, and huskily threw out, "Get out of here," and Gambit did, with no hesitation, and as they drove away, she didn't know which hurt more. What happened at that place, with that man, or hearing him call out from behind her with such desperate words.
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A/N: I know, the chapter was short, but, it just wouldn't have been as sincere if I had added more than this.