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The Author would like to request that if you review, please put the chapter number in it. It's hard to tell what chapter people are talking about. Thank you.
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*In the Jukebox of her memory,
the list of names flips by and stops*
Rogue lay in bed tossing adn turning. All her memories were playing a show in her head. thigns that couldn't have happened to her, things that might have, things that she was pretty sure had, all the things tucked in her mind about who she might be were mixed with what her voices had been. Even when they were gone, their memories lingered and tormented her dreams.
*She closes her eyes,
and smiles as the record drops*
The feeling was there. not hers. It was someone else's. A flash of a nightclub, and the feel of heavy breath on her neck and a tingling pain between her legs. Then blackness, surrounding, engulfing her, making her loose herself and scream with her three year old's voice in an African language. hte air thickened around her, choking her on hte dust and fear.
*Then she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair,
and she dances out of time*
Rogue sat up and gasped. A voice, deep and warm caught her attnetion, making her jump.
"Y' okay?"
Rogue turned to the open door, making a face at the light from the hall. She couldn't see who was in the doorway, but she could guess. ANother voice came after the first one, and Rogeu laughed a little. It was nice to know he cared.
"Move yer ass or I'll remove it for you." The doorway got brighter as one fot eh forms that Rogue was beginning to see was Remy moved and a shhorter one that was obviously Logan shoved its way in.
* As long as she can say, as long as she can say,
This dance is mine, this dance is mine*
Logan ploppe don her bed, leaving Remy to trail in after him. Logan gave him a warning look that Rogue could just make out in the dim light. Remy apparently either didn't see or didn't care, because he started to hover on Rogue's other side. She shook her head and groaned.
"Ah'm a big girl, Ah don't need a man to come rushin' inta mah room everytime AH have a bad dream, and Ah ceratinly don't need two."
Logan gave Remy and evil look. "Get the picture?"
Remy shrugged. "Sounds like she's not too happy 'bout your being here either. But if she wants me t' leave, I will." Remy made a move, like he was going to touch Rogue, but thought better of it when she flinched away.
"Once again, as y' wish, chere. Bon nuit." Remy said, before going to the door.
"Wait." Rogue said, turning to look in his direction. "How did ya know Ah was havin' a nightmare? Ya not a telepath, are ya?"
Remy smiled inwardly. This was much better than how he'd left earlier. "Non. Could feel y' bein' afraid. 'S 'nother part o' m' powers, I s'pose."
Rogue nodded. "Alright. Ah'll buy that. now if both of you could get ovah bein' possesive chivalrous heros, Ah'd like ta go back ta sleep."
Remy bowwed slightly, saying 'good night' again before leaving. Logan was not so easy to sway.
"You sure you're okay? He's not listening anymore. You can tell me if soemthign was wrong."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah'm _fine_ good night Logan."
Logan stood up and stalked toward the door. "Get some sleep kid. I'll tell 'Ro and Hank that you're not up to a Danger Room session yet." Logan said. Rogue thanked him and settled down into her bed as Logan left, wondering what he'd just seen.
*Her hair bears silent witness, to the passing of time*
Rogue staggered into the kitchen, cursing the sun. She hadn't slept any better. She hadn't bothered to brush her hair or change her cothes, so she looked exactly like she'd just crawled out of bed. Which didn't bother her.
*Tatoos like mile-markers,
Note the distance she has come, winning some, loosing some.*
Remy was sitting on the counter drinking milk. He looked like he was fresh out of the shower, and was wearing a short sleeved shirt, which showed off a tatoo of a black spade on his left arm.
*She says my sister still calls every Sunday night,
after the rates go down,
and I still can never manage to say anything right*
Rogue said good morning to everyone and grabbed a yogurt contianer out of the fridge. She sat down at the table across from Kitty, who looked like she hadn't had much sleep either.
"Hey. I hope you, like, got some sleep. I can't believe you still keep me up at night even though we don't share a room anymore. Like, what were you dremaing about?"
Rogue looked guiltily at Kitty, and searched for the words to explain herself. She decided it was best to just do what she usually did. Rogue shook her head, a little bit of her sadness sinking into the motion.
"Nothin' Kitty. Ah can't remembah what Ah was dreamin' about."
*Her whole life blew up and now it's all coming down*
Rogue jumped when a hand lightly ran over her shoulders. She turned to glare at Remy, who was paused int he doorway, like her motion had made him stop to wonder what she was doing. He had a confident grin on his face, and Rogue hated him with the fire of a thousand suns for it.
"What the Hell was that about? Did Ah say ya could touch me? Ah just want to be left alone, and not have some asshole like you bother me-"
"So y' c'n mope 'n' wonder if y' life is wort' livin', decide it ain't 'n' stop livin' it? How could I live wit' m'self if I let somet'in' like dat happen t' a woman like you?" Remy said, matching Rogue's intensity, but keeping his grin in place, like it was a mask to cover what he really thought and wanted her to think he thought.
Rogue huffed and glared at Remy, hoping his head would explode from the intensity.
*She says 'leave me alone,
tonight I just wanna stay home.'
She fills the pot with water and she drops in the bone*
Remy walked back toward Rogue and sat next to her. Kitty felt neglected, but couldn't bring herself to call attention to herself. This was a private thing between the two of them, and she didn't want to leave. Not when the evidence that Rogue might do something destructive was beginning to become obvious to other people.
Remy looked at Rogue, not letting her gaze leave his eyes, eventually having to hold her face still to stop her from moving. He let go when she started to struggle, letting her turn away from him to sulk at her yogurt.
"What's the matter, chere? What's got y' so mad?"
*I've got a darkness that I have to feed,
I've got a sadness that grows upa round me like a weed,
and I'm nto hurting anyone, I'm just struggling*
Rogue responded to Remy's inquiry with a sullen silence. She didn't need his care, his attention, his eyes meeting her, trying to get the truth out of her. Didn't need a bit of it.
"Chere, what's wrong?" Rmey asked, wondering what Rogue woudl say, and whether, just once, the challenge facing him was one he ought to pass up.
*She closes her eyes and hears the song begin again*
Rogue stood up and glared at Remy again, this tiem using hte full force of her ability.
"AH HATE YOU AND YO' STUPID QUESTIONS, AH HATE YOU AN' YO' ARROGANCE, AN' AH HATE YOU AN' YO' DAMN FALSE SYMPATHY! AH WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE, AND SO FAR ALL AH'VE GOTTEN IS BADGERED BY ONE PERSON AFTAH ANOTHAH." Rogue paused for breath, leaving the barren crater that had been Remy's smirk to reel unnoticed. "Ah'm leavin' now. If you value ya life, you won't follow."
Rogue marched out fo the kitchen, leaving her untouched breakfast for the others to clean up. She needed to hit somethign, so she decided to go to the weight room.
*She apperciates the phone calls,
the consoling cards and such,
she appreciates all the people who come by and try to pull her back in touch.*
Rogue attacked the punching bag, workign so hard she had to stop several times to catch her breath adn ward off lightheadness. But she smiled in a sort of sadomasochistic pride. She would tire herself out so much her mind wouldn't have the energy to whirl around her like a carousel of nightmares and blackness.
She wasn't really mad at Remy or Kitty or anyone else. She was just tired of it all. Tired of everyone paying so much attention to her. The whole thing made her so weary she felt like her soul would break under the burden.
*They try to hold the lid down tightly,
and they try to shake well,
but the oil and the water,
they just want to seperate themsleves*
Rogue flopped down on the mat, exhausted. She had worked too ahrd,a nd she knew it. She would either have to sleep where she fell, or ask for help to get back to her room.
She heard footsteps at the door way and a masculine voice gasp. She closed her eyes and braced for the embarrassment. They questions she didn't want to answer would come any second, she knew.
A pair of hands hauled ehr up. This time Rogue kept her eyes shut because her whole body hurt, and somehow having ehr eyes clenched shut made it easier to deal with the pain.
*She drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair,
and dances out of time,
as long as she can say, as long as she can say
'This dance is mine'
'This dance is mine.'*
the person didn't say a word as he picked her up, and kept his silence as they walked up a flight of stairs. Rogue was pretty sure the man wasn't logan. He was holding her up to high, his arms were too long, and he was moving too smoothly. She thougth maybe Hank had found her. it would make sense. He might be able to hear her from the med lab. If hte door weren't sound proof. But Rogue couldn't think of anyone else who would do this for her, no questions asked. And it was even unusual for Hank to decline comment. BUt thinking was starting to hurt, so she tried to stop.
The entire trip to Rogue's room was silent. Rogue's rescuer seemed disinclined to talk, and Rogue just wanted to be asleep. The weary girl sighed as the person set her on her bed. Rogue opened one eye, lazily, just to sate her curiosity. But what she saw had the opposite effect. It merely made her want to know why more than who. Rogue watched Remy exit her room without a sound. He turned around when he hit the door, as if to make sure she was still in bed. He gave her a small bow, which she replied to with a small, curious smile.
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The song is Ani DiFranco's 'Jukebox'
The name on everybody's lips is gonna be REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther
The Author would like to request that if you review, please put the chapter number in it. It's hard to tell what chapter people are talking about. Thank you.
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*In the Jukebox of her memory,
the list of names flips by and stops*
Rogue lay in bed tossing adn turning. All her memories were playing a show in her head. thigns that couldn't have happened to her, things that might have, things that she was pretty sure had, all the things tucked in her mind about who she might be were mixed with what her voices had been. Even when they were gone, their memories lingered and tormented her dreams.
*She closes her eyes,
and smiles as the record drops*
The feeling was there. not hers. It was someone else's. A flash of a nightclub, and the feel of heavy breath on her neck and a tingling pain between her legs. Then blackness, surrounding, engulfing her, making her loose herself and scream with her three year old's voice in an African language. hte air thickened around her, choking her on hte dust and fear.
*Then she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair,
and she dances out of time*
Rogue sat up and gasped. A voice, deep and warm caught her attnetion, making her jump.
"Y' okay?"
Rogue turned to the open door, making a face at the light from the hall. She couldn't see who was in the doorway, but she could guess. ANother voice came after the first one, and Rogeu laughed a little. It was nice to know he cared.
"Move yer ass or I'll remove it for you." The doorway got brighter as one fot eh forms that Rogue was beginning to see was Remy moved and a shhorter one that was obviously Logan shoved its way in.
* As long as she can say, as long as she can say,
This dance is mine, this dance is mine*
Logan ploppe don her bed, leaving Remy to trail in after him. Logan gave him a warning look that Rogue could just make out in the dim light. Remy apparently either didn't see or didn't care, because he started to hover on Rogue's other side. She shook her head and groaned.
"Ah'm a big girl, Ah don't need a man to come rushin' inta mah room everytime AH have a bad dream, and Ah ceratinly don't need two."
Logan gave Remy and evil look. "Get the picture?"
Remy shrugged. "Sounds like she's not too happy 'bout your being here either. But if she wants me t' leave, I will." Remy made a move, like he was going to touch Rogue, but thought better of it when she flinched away.
"Once again, as y' wish, chere. Bon nuit." Remy said, before going to the door.
"Wait." Rogue said, turning to look in his direction. "How did ya know Ah was havin' a nightmare? Ya not a telepath, are ya?"
Remy smiled inwardly. This was much better than how he'd left earlier. "Non. Could feel y' bein' afraid. 'S 'nother part o' m' powers, I s'pose."
Rogue nodded. "Alright. Ah'll buy that. now if both of you could get ovah bein' possesive chivalrous heros, Ah'd like ta go back ta sleep."
Remy bowwed slightly, saying 'good night' again before leaving. Logan was not so easy to sway.
"You sure you're okay? He's not listening anymore. You can tell me if soemthign was wrong."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah'm _fine_ good night Logan."
Logan stood up and stalked toward the door. "Get some sleep kid. I'll tell 'Ro and Hank that you're not up to a Danger Room session yet." Logan said. Rogue thanked him and settled down into her bed as Logan left, wondering what he'd just seen.
*Her hair bears silent witness, to the passing of time*
Rogue staggered into the kitchen, cursing the sun. She hadn't slept any better. She hadn't bothered to brush her hair or change her cothes, so she looked exactly like she'd just crawled out of bed. Which didn't bother her.
*Tatoos like mile-markers,
Note the distance she has come, winning some, loosing some.*
Remy was sitting on the counter drinking milk. He looked like he was fresh out of the shower, and was wearing a short sleeved shirt, which showed off a tatoo of a black spade on his left arm.
*She says my sister still calls every Sunday night,
after the rates go down,
and I still can never manage to say anything right*
Rogue said good morning to everyone and grabbed a yogurt contianer out of the fridge. She sat down at the table across from Kitty, who looked like she hadn't had much sleep either.
"Hey. I hope you, like, got some sleep. I can't believe you still keep me up at night even though we don't share a room anymore. Like, what were you dremaing about?"
Rogue looked guiltily at Kitty, and searched for the words to explain herself. She decided it was best to just do what she usually did. Rogue shook her head, a little bit of her sadness sinking into the motion.
"Nothin' Kitty. Ah can't remembah what Ah was dreamin' about."
*Her whole life blew up and now it's all coming down*
Rogue jumped when a hand lightly ran over her shoulders. She turned to glare at Remy, who was paused int he doorway, like her motion had made him stop to wonder what she was doing. He had a confident grin on his face, and Rogue hated him with the fire of a thousand suns for it.
"What the Hell was that about? Did Ah say ya could touch me? Ah just want to be left alone, and not have some asshole like you bother me-"
"So y' c'n mope 'n' wonder if y' life is wort' livin', decide it ain't 'n' stop livin' it? How could I live wit' m'self if I let somet'in' like dat happen t' a woman like you?" Remy said, matching Rogue's intensity, but keeping his grin in place, like it was a mask to cover what he really thought and wanted her to think he thought.
Rogue huffed and glared at Remy, hoping his head would explode from the intensity.
*She says 'leave me alone,
tonight I just wanna stay home.'
She fills the pot with water and she drops in the bone*
Remy walked back toward Rogue and sat next to her. Kitty felt neglected, but couldn't bring herself to call attention to herself. This was a private thing between the two of them, and she didn't want to leave. Not when the evidence that Rogue might do something destructive was beginning to become obvious to other people.
Remy looked at Rogue, not letting her gaze leave his eyes, eventually having to hold her face still to stop her from moving. He let go when she started to struggle, letting her turn away from him to sulk at her yogurt.
"What's the matter, chere? What's got y' so mad?"
*I've got a darkness that I have to feed,
I've got a sadness that grows upa round me like a weed,
and I'm nto hurting anyone, I'm just struggling*
Rogue responded to Remy's inquiry with a sullen silence. She didn't need his care, his attention, his eyes meeting her, trying to get the truth out of her. Didn't need a bit of it.
"Chere, what's wrong?" Rmey asked, wondering what Rogue woudl say, and whether, just once, the challenge facing him was one he ought to pass up.
*She closes her eyes and hears the song begin again*
Rogue stood up and glared at Remy again, this tiem using hte full force of her ability.
"AH HATE YOU AND YO' STUPID QUESTIONS, AH HATE YOU AN' YO' ARROGANCE, AN' AH HATE YOU AN' YO' DAMN FALSE SYMPATHY! AH WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE, AND SO FAR ALL AH'VE GOTTEN IS BADGERED BY ONE PERSON AFTAH ANOTHAH." Rogue paused for breath, leaving the barren crater that had been Remy's smirk to reel unnoticed. "Ah'm leavin' now. If you value ya life, you won't follow."
Rogue marched out fo the kitchen, leaving her untouched breakfast for the others to clean up. She needed to hit somethign, so she decided to go to the weight room.
*She apperciates the phone calls,
the consoling cards and such,
she appreciates all the people who come by and try to pull her back in touch.*
Rogue attacked the punching bag, workign so hard she had to stop several times to catch her breath adn ward off lightheadness. But she smiled in a sort of sadomasochistic pride. She would tire herself out so much her mind wouldn't have the energy to whirl around her like a carousel of nightmares and blackness.
She wasn't really mad at Remy or Kitty or anyone else. She was just tired of it all. Tired of everyone paying so much attention to her. The whole thing made her so weary she felt like her soul would break under the burden.
*They try to hold the lid down tightly,
and they try to shake well,
but the oil and the water,
they just want to seperate themsleves*
Rogue flopped down on the mat, exhausted. She had worked too ahrd,a nd she knew it. She would either have to sleep where she fell, or ask for help to get back to her room.
She heard footsteps at the door way and a masculine voice gasp. She closed her eyes and braced for the embarrassment. They questions she didn't want to answer would come any second, she knew.
A pair of hands hauled ehr up. This time Rogue kept her eyes shut because her whole body hurt, and somehow having ehr eyes clenched shut made it easier to deal with the pain.
*She drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair,
and dances out of time,
as long as she can say, as long as she can say
'This dance is mine'
'This dance is mine.'*
the person didn't say a word as he picked her up, and kept his silence as they walked up a flight of stairs. Rogue was pretty sure the man wasn't logan. He was holding her up to high, his arms were too long, and he was moving too smoothly. She thougth maybe Hank had found her. it would make sense. He might be able to hear her from the med lab. If hte door weren't sound proof. But Rogue couldn't think of anyone else who would do this for her, no questions asked. And it was even unusual for Hank to decline comment. BUt thinking was starting to hurt, so she tried to stop.
The entire trip to Rogue's room was silent. Rogue's rescuer seemed disinclined to talk, and Rogue just wanted to be asleep. The weary girl sighed as the person set her on her bed. Rogue opened one eye, lazily, just to sate her curiosity. But what she saw had the opposite effect. It merely made her want to know why more than who. Rogue watched Remy exit her room without a sound. He turned around when he hit the door, as if to make sure she was still in bed. He gave her a small bow, which she replied to with a small, curious smile.
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The song is Ani DiFranco's 'Jukebox'
The name on everybody's lips is gonna be REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther