A/N: So, yeah...another chapter, which explains very little, but I promise, in time, it will all come out, I just like the guessing, ya' know? A little more Romy comes out, but nothing major. Anyway, I'm glad I could get this out so much faster...
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Who knew how long they'd been driving? He had stopped, now and again for gas, so she knew it had been a terribly long time. At least seven hours, they were through New Jersey, and on to the next state which stunk of metal works, even in the suburbs. Remy had finally stated, just after stopping at a stop light in some small town, that he was too tired to keep going, so they found their way to a little motel, rundown, and stinking of smoke and other such things Rogue didn't want to think of, and the room was no exception. It was stained in every which place, but her eyes betrayed her want to stay awake and she drifted quickly into a slightly restful state of sleep.
Rogue awoke hours later, though it was still visibly night, and the little blinking clock sitting on a copy of the bible, read '3:39'. // Damn. \\ She cast her eyes over to Gambit, who slept on the floor, jacket under his head, and it was just then that she realized there was only one bed, and he had let her have it. She sneezed, and he startled himself awake.
"Chere?!" he shot up, worry streaking his face.
"Ah'm sorry." she replied, rubbing her nose, watching him stand.
"Yo' gettin' sick. That's no good." he stated, stretching his arms and glancing at the clock. He stocked over to her, and gingerly sat himself besides her. She rubbed her eyes.
"Go back to sleep." he said, his hand itching to move stray hair from her eyelashes, but she beat him to it.
"Ah can't." she stated with honesty.
"Me neither." he rubbed the back of his head, his shaggy bangs clouding his view, and they spent moments in silence, before suriosity and confusion took over his mouth.
"What happened between you and 'im."
Rogue looked at Gambit, eyes slightly squinted, "Me and who?"
" 'Da Wolverine."
Immediatley, her face darkened, and she opened her mouth, as if to tell him, but she immediately countered his question. Oh, how she wanted to tell him, "Why were ya'h in tha' park in tha' middle of tha' naught?" (A/N: Naught = Night)
Remy sighed to himself, "Gambit was doin' a little runnin' of his own. He was lookin' for a reason to be alive, and came across you, chere. He be t'inking dat's a pretty blatant sign." he smiled a little to himself, "Yo' turn."
"Logan and ah'..." she began, hesitant, "We're on the outs."
Gambit held his breath as his next question flickered through his mind, but asked it anyway, "Not a lover's quarrel, non?"
Rogue laughed at the thought, and his chest un-tightened, "Not at all. He and Ah'...we had a disagreement."
"Anymo' to 'dat, cherie?" he asked, yawning.
"Of course." she smiled at him. "Go back ta' sleep." she whispered to him.
"Non." he said, a little playfully, "Remy had a nightmare, wil da' Rogue sing himb ack ta' sleep?"
The thought of nightmares hit her hard, she knew what it was like to suffer from vivid horrors you couldn't escape, and she nodded to him, much to his surprise.
"What do you want me ta' sing?"
"A lullaby," he answered, realizing that she really was quite intent on the thought.
"Ah' don't know any..." she began, then thinking back, she corrected herself, "Wait. Ah' do." she stood up from the bed, and spouted a harsh, though well-thought, 'lay down,' to him, and though he began to protest, she let out a heartfelt wish for him to have the bed, so, after a little coaxing, he layed down in it, and as he soon as his head hit the pillow, she began to sing.
"Come with me, and you'll be...
In a world, of pure imagination.
Take a look, and you'll see...
a world of pure imagination."
He was surprised at her voice, though not perfectly trained, it had a raw, nearly operatic beauty, almost like the voice of his mother, though she was like an angel. A/N: His mother will be more explained in furture chapters.) In little more then ten minutes, he had drifted back into Elysian, dreaming of a certain mutant beauty.
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A/N: Okay, so...yeah. Thank you, OH FAITHFUL READERS! I am a slave unto you! Anyway, be prepared for a renegade Rogue in the next chapter, but, and much more Romy-ness to ensue. You review, and I write.
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Who knew how long they'd been driving? He had stopped, now and again for gas, so she knew it had been a terribly long time. At least seven hours, they were through New Jersey, and on to the next state which stunk of metal works, even in the suburbs. Remy had finally stated, just after stopping at a stop light in some small town, that he was too tired to keep going, so they found their way to a little motel, rundown, and stinking of smoke and other such things Rogue didn't want to think of, and the room was no exception. It was stained in every which place, but her eyes betrayed her want to stay awake and she drifted quickly into a slightly restful state of sleep.
Rogue awoke hours later, though it was still visibly night, and the little blinking clock sitting on a copy of the bible, read '3:39'. // Damn. \\ She cast her eyes over to Gambit, who slept on the floor, jacket under his head, and it was just then that she realized there was only one bed, and he had let her have it. She sneezed, and he startled himself awake.
"Chere?!" he shot up, worry streaking his face.
"Ah'm sorry." she replied, rubbing her nose, watching him stand.
"Yo' gettin' sick. That's no good." he stated, stretching his arms and glancing at the clock. He stocked over to her, and gingerly sat himself besides her. She rubbed her eyes.
"Go back to sleep." he said, his hand itching to move stray hair from her eyelashes, but she beat him to it.
"Ah can't." she stated with honesty.
"Me neither." he rubbed the back of his head, his shaggy bangs clouding his view, and they spent moments in silence, before suriosity and confusion took over his mouth.
"What happened between you and 'im."
Rogue looked at Gambit, eyes slightly squinted, "Me and who?"
" 'Da Wolverine."
Immediatley, her face darkened, and she opened her mouth, as if to tell him, but she immediately countered his question. Oh, how she wanted to tell him, "Why were ya'h in tha' park in tha' middle of tha' naught?" (A/N: Naught = Night)
Remy sighed to himself, "Gambit was doin' a little runnin' of his own. He was lookin' for a reason to be alive, and came across you, chere. He be t'inking dat's a pretty blatant sign." he smiled a little to himself, "Yo' turn."
"Logan and ah'..." she began, hesitant, "We're on the outs."
Gambit held his breath as his next question flickered through his mind, but asked it anyway, "Not a lover's quarrel, non?"
Rogue laughed at the thought, and his chest un-tightened, "Not at all. He and Ah'...we had a disagreement."
"Anymo' to 'dat, cherie?" he asked, yawning.
"Of course." she smiled at him. "Go back ta' sleep." she whispered to him.
"Non." he said, a little playfully, "Remy had a nightmare, wil da' Rogue sing himb ack ta' sleep?"
The thought of nightmares hit her hard, she knew what it was like to suffer from vivid horrors you couldn't escape, and she nodded to him, much to his surprise.
"What do you want me ta' sing?"
"A lullaby," he answered, realizing that she really was quite intent on the thought.
"Ah' don't know any..." she began, then thinking back, she corrected herself, "Wait. Ah' do." she stood up from the bed, and spouted a harsh, though well-thought, 'lay down,' to him, and though he began to protest, she let out a heartfelt wish for him to have the bed, so, after a little coaxing, he layed down in it, and as he soon as his head hit the pillow, she began to sing.
"Come with me, and you'll be...
In a world, of pure imagination.
Take a look, and you'll see...
a world of pure imagination."
He was surprised at her voice, though not perfectly trained, it had a raw, nearly operatic beauty, almost like the voice of his mother, though she was like an angel. A/N: His mother will be more explained in furture chapters.) In little more then ten minutes, he had drifted back into Elysian, dreaming of a certain mutant beauty.
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A/N: Okay, so...yeah. Thank you, OH FAITHFUL READERS! I am a slave unto you! Anyway, be prepared for a renegade Rogue in the next chapter, but, and much more Romy-ness to ensue. You review, and I write.