Shout outs:
Ms.Rogue LeBeau: Glad you're liking this story so far, and I hope this update was fast enough for ya.
Agent-G: I agree as well that there are a LOT of Romy stories out there, but I hope you don't mind it if the couple is in here. Also, sorry about the lack of explanation for X23. She's been on an "On-and-Off" basis with the X-men, only coming by when she pleases. So, she's ot exactly with them, but she happened to be around during the time. Glad you didn't mind the cliche. I'm happy you enjoyed the Bobby/Jubes scene, too.
ishandahalf: Yes, it seems Bobby is getting a good deal...
GambitGirl2008: Thanks.
The Uncanny R-Man: Glad you liked the Jubes/Bobby and Ray/Tabby scenes. Also, one of your guess is kind of close...
Disclaimer: Still don't own X-men Evolution.
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"Boy, is this original."
Rogue sighed heavily as she continued to be amazed how easily she'd fallen into such a simple trap. At least she hadn't been the one to pull the switch.
Quickly forgetting her mishap as her eyes scanned the room, it became apparent to Rogue that someone was around here, due to the footprints on the ground.
"What a clue," she muttered tiredly, but decided to move through the underground tunnels. She moved cautiously though, not knowing what to expect. The tunnels were dimly lit by small lights overhead, and yet they seemed to lead forever.
So, Rogue found herself mulling over Remy LeBeau, as her searching seemed fruitless.
It had only been a month ago when the flirtatious Cajun had joined with the X-men. He was a reluctant enough member, always trying to avoid danger room sessions and always saying that he bettered his skills by practicing his own way. Logan could usually convince him though, mostly by fear.
Now Rogue remembered the night she'd had her "special" dream about Remy. Of course, she'd kept it too herself, especially not spilling any details to Kitty. Rogue was one to keep to herself about almost everything, always knowing that any deep dark secret or personal interest could possibly be used against her for the purpose of blackmail or humiliation.
Thinking back to the specific night, Rogue remembered what had happened, more or less. She finally deduced that a very large box of assorted chocolates she had received from Remy, as well as the time she spent admiring him while he was swimming had influenced the dream. Not being one to be good at spying, she'd almost given herself away by the pool. Not that it mattered, since it would just make the Cajun all the more happier that he'd finally gotten her to drool over him. Rogue never admitted her defeat.
It always seemed like a game with Remy though. Whether or not he won, the Cajun always enjoyed ruffling Rogue's feathers. On more than one occasion, she found herself screaming after him or threatening him. Not once had she ever knocked him out with a touch, but she had gotten a few good hits in.
But as much as Rogue despised his actions, she always found her thoughts involving the mysterious man. Once she'd had a crush on Scott, but that had been merely daydreaming and hanging out. Not once had she had a strange but enjoying dream about him. At least not without Remy in it with him. Rogue smiled and decided to forget about her dreams, and forget about trying to figure out her feelings. It had all come on as a rush, since she had never been the type to express or indulge in her emotions. Thankfully, she had Kitty, who was always there to talk. But due to Kitty's gossip nature, Rogue made sure to watch what she said, never wanting to engage the girl in a personal talk without preparation.
Awakening from her reverie, Rogue noticed that she'd been walking by some empty cells. Her interest now pique for missing them, Rogue backtracked and gazed into them. All were empty, and all were unlocked with the doors hanging ajar.
Who's taking prisoners down here? Rogue wondered calmly, glad that none of the New Mutants were held up. Nevertheless, she was sure that they were somewhere near, as well as whoever had kidnapped them.
The sound of a door creaking open reached Rogue's ears suddenly, causing her to duck for cover in the nearest cell. Hidden behind a wall, she slipped off her gloves slowly, anticipating someone to walk right in front of her.
Someone grunted, the cell door shut and locked, and then another door slammed shut. There was another grunt from the same person, and then there was silence. Rogue risked peeking around her cell wall, and found no one. Therefore, she walked out and headed toward the first cell, gasping as she came to it.
Lying upon the ground was Sam Guthrie, looking exhausted and in pain. Their eyes met for a second, as Rogue took in his weakened form. Sam had adorned a new uniform, which already had large rips and it. Mostly on the upper half, slashes along his chest, arms, and shoulders showed through, and Rogue gasped again. He was bleeding and breathing heavily, obviously having just experience some kind of torture. Rogue figured someone must have been whipping him, but she had no idea why. For some reason though, Rogue was sure Sam had been resisting something or someone.
Out of the corner of her eye, a light sparkle diverted Rogue's attention from Sam's painful condition. Whoever had tossed him in had left behind the cell keys, probably figuring he wasn't going to get out and rescue himself. Quickly Rogue dashed towards them, snatched them up, and scrambled back to the cell.
"Hang in there, Sam, Ah'm comin'!" Rogue softly stated, hoping to reassure him. The cell unlocked, and Rogue threw open the door. She quickly dropped to her knees, eyeing his wounds more closely now.
Rogue's voice was trembling a little as she started to slide off Sam's tattered shirt to get a better inspection.
"Who did this to you?" She asked breathlessly, now tearing off pieces of the shirt that weren't stained with blood. She produced a great deal, mostly from the back of the shirt where Sam hadn't been whipped.
The other mutant seemed to be drifting into unconsciousness, as Rogue started to wrap the clothing around Sam's wounds in hope of slowing the bleeding. Once she was finished, Sam had passed out. Worriedly Rogue scampered up to her feet, moving towards the door in hopes of finding something useful on the other side.
Locked.
Rogue punched the door angrily and moved back to Sam. Hesitantly she reached her ungloved hand towards his bare shoulder. Making it as quickly as possible, she absorbed him, only touching with her fingertips. Sam grunted quietly, as Rogue quickly drew back.
Knowing Sam's powers would leave her quickly since it had been a very short absorption, Rogue quickly moved in front of the door, and catapulted herself through it.
The door quickly crumbled under her force, causing Rogue to will herself to a stop along the floor. The room was empty, leading Rogue to sigh angrily in frustration.
The door slammed shut.
Rogue bounced up on the balls of her toes, pivoting to face the door as she drew in her breath. To her relief, nobody was there. Nobody was there; that worried her. Someone had either separated her from Sam or trapped her in the room. Casually and calm, Rogue scanned the room which was mostly dark with shadows. Her eyes darted from wall to wall, but she couldn't find anyone. Seemingly alone, Rogue took a deep breath and tried to calm herself.
"Ah really need ta calm d---?!" Rogue stopped, cut off in mid sentence, as a hand from behind her wrapped around her mouth. A cloth, generating noxious fumes, covered her face roughly. Rogue couldn't help herself as she breathed in the fumes, instantly feeling weak and frail. A string arm wrapped around her waist, as everything started to fade. She only got one look before unconsciousness took over.
Holding her carefully, Jamie Madrox smirked spitefully, but within his eyes, a saddened expression lay hidden.
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Jamie quietly picked up Rogue's limp form, and started to make his way out of the room through and alternate door. His strides strengthened and his feet quickened. With out a word he knocked on a door softly. The door opened, but no one stood near it.
"Put her on the table."
Tentatively listening to the cold voice, Jamie did as he was told and carefully placed Rouge on a table. A sigh escaped her lips as he did, while her head tilted to the side. A shadowy figure moved closer to Jamie, setting a hand on his broad shoulder.
"That's enough; you've done what you've been told."
Without any remark or even a nod, Jamie moved out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
"Should I take the initiative on her now?" A different figure asked calmly, as they walked up toward the first figure.
"No, do not bother. We have other plans to finish at the moment."
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A/N: So the plot continues! Could Jamie really be with the enemy? And just to note, Jamie isn't very young in this story; he's fifteen or so. Next chapter should deal with Logan, X23, and Remy, as well as some not-so-friendly anymore New Mutants. Please review and tell me what you think!