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Ooh, here it is, the chapter I've been longing to post this entire time… Cue the dramatic music!
Loved and Lost, or Never At All?
Chapter 21 - Diary
"Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us." – Oscar Wilde
After the morning's team practise in the Danger Room, Rogue was beat. She decided to relax in her room for a while, since she had a few minutes until she had to leave to meet Pietro, like they had agreed yesterday. Reaching for the copy of Queen of the Damned that he had given her, she was about to unwind by reading when something slipped out from between the pages. Leaning over to pick it up, she saw a playing card – the Queen of Hearts. But she had put it in her pocket…
"That's weird," she muttered right as Kitty walked in, a glass of orange juice from breakfast in hand.
"Oh, thanks Rogue, that's, like, nice to hear when you walk into a room," she began sarcastically.
"No, not yah," Rogue explained, and then held up the card. "This."
"What's that?"
"A playing card."
"What's so weird about that?" Kitty questioned, this time in a slightly more apprehensive tone that the Southerner failed to pick up.
"Well, th' card itself isn't weird, but this Queen o' Hearts fell outta th' book Pietro gave meh," Rogue clarified, showing her the one she was describing. Then she picked her pants off the floor from where she had thrown them last night, and took the other one out of her pocket. "An' this card, a Queen o' Hearts too, was… Actually, never mind."
She managed to stop herself in time before blurting out anything about Remy. As much as she loved her dear friend and roommate, Rogue didn't want her squeals alerting the other inhabitants of the mansion that a guy was interested in her! There was already enough tension around because of her dating Pietro, she didn't need any ridiculous rumours about another man.
Unfortunately, Kitty's inquisitiveness had been peaked, and she began digging for the story. "Was what? You were gonna say something, Rogue, what was it? Finish up!" she demanded, in a more worried tone than usual when hounding for gossip.
"It's not important, really. You'd just make a big deal outta nothin'," Rogue tried to dissuade the younger girl.
"Rogue, tell me or I swear, I'll, like, phase you halfway through the wall and force you to listen to Britney Spears," she threatened.
It struck no fear into the heart of the Goth (who was, after all, master of gut-wrenching threats), but it did make her realize that Kitty would pester her incessantly until she got what she wanted. She might as well tell her, and have the possibility of maybe a little quiet time available for her reading.
"Okay, fine! It's just that Ah ran into this guy in th' park yesterday, an' he gave meh th' same card. That's some crazy coincidence, huh?"
Kitty paled. "Who was the guy?"
"Th' same one from th' other day in th' café, remember Ah told yah? Th' one with th' red on black eyes."
The glass fell from Kitty's hands and shattered instantly on the floor.
"Kitty!" exclaimed the Southerner, automatically lifting her feet off the floor to protect them from both cuts and juice. "Gawd, what is it with yah an' breakin' things lately?"
"It was, like, an accident!" the other girl spluttered, dropping down to carefully pick up some of the larger shards. "It just slipped…"
"Well, things seem to be slippin' a lot," Rogue noted, and then something clicked. Narrowing her eyes, she questioned her roommate warily. "Yah know, both times somethin' 'slipped', Ah was talkin' about that same guy. Do yah know him or somethin'?"
The shards fell from her hands, breaking into even smaller pieces. "No! No, of course not!"
She didn't convince Rogue at all. She was such a horrible liar… Her friend was scared about something, but what? "Ah don't think Ah believe yah, Kit."
Shadowcat took a deep, steadying breath, and looked Rogue straight in the eyes. "You know what? I'm just, like, totally nervous about Piotr and I having a training session this evening, that's all," she laughed. "I guess I'm acting silly, huh? Trust me, I don't know anything about your guy. I mean, how could I know him, when you, like, have never met him or heard of him or anything?"
That sounded true enough. Kitty was always acting odd when it came to her crush on the metal man, that must have been the reason for her peculiar behaviour. And besides, knowing her, if she had met Remy then by now Rogue would have heard her prattle on about how attractive he was. Damn, she did it again, she had admitted he was attractive…
"Yeah, Ah guess yah're right," she acknowledged, and then moved to help Kitty gingerly pick up the pieces of glass.
"Will you, like… Tell me about him?" she asked her apprehensively.
"Not much to tell," Rogue shrugged, tossing the shards into the garbage. "He sat at mah table in th' café th' day befo' yesterday, hittin' on meh. He was annoyin' as hell, lemme tell yah. Then in th' park yesterday we met again, an' actually had a civil conversation. His name is Remy, an' as much as it pains meh to admit it, he's actually a pretty nice guy."
"Unbelievable…" gaped Kitty in amazement, staring at her incredulously.
"What, is it so unbelievable that a guy might actually want to talk to meh?" Rogue began to glare.
"No, um, I didn't mean it like that!" she denied, shaken out of her awe-induced stupor and searching for an explanation. "Well, it's just, um, I dunno, it's you! You always push people away, it just seems strange that you let someone get so close to you again."
"Again?" the Southerner repeated suspiciously.
"Oh, um, I mean, like, after Pietro," Kitty quickly clarified, trying to hide a wince.
"Right, Pietro…" Rogue echoed worriedly, thinking of him once more.
Looking concerned, her roommate swiftly changed the subject. "Forget about him for a second, and tell me about Remy! What did you talk about? Details, details!"
"Ugh, fine," came a grunt of exasperation. "Well, at first he was tellin' meh all this crap about wantin' to get to know meh. Ah didn't really buy it at first, but then in the park… Ah dunno, Ah guess we clicked. We started talkin' about mah book, an' then it just went on from there… We've got a lot in common, it's kinda nice."
The perky brunette just gawked, for once, speechless. Finally she managed to whisper, "Woah."
Rogue just shrugged, trying to play it all off with cool indifference. "Uh, sure Kit, whatever yah say."
"You'll, like, see him again, right?" she demanded intensely, almost as if not even giving her a choice in the matter. Lord, the girl was more wacky than usual – she was acting like Remy was the Second Coming or something.
"Dunno," came the lie. "He's nice to talk to. Ah guess if Ah see him around, we might chat."
"That's great!" she exclaimed, much to Rogue's curiosity.
"Oh really? An' why might that be?"
"Oh, um… I guess I'm glad you made a new friend!" she blinked, and continued. "And a guy, too-"
"Stop right there, Kit," Rogue ordered firmly. She should've known, this was an attempt for her to push Pietro out of the picture... "Ah've got a boyfriend, so don't even think about it."
"Fine," she quickly agreed, knowing not to go against her friend's no-nonsense tone of voice.
"An' speakin' of Pietro, Ah'm headin' out to meet him now. Do yah want some help cleanin' that up before Ah go?"
"Oh, no, it's fine," Kitty assured her. "My mess, I'll clean it up. You go."
"All right, Ah'll see yah later." Rogue bade her goodbye on her way out of the room, with crunching sounds coming from underneath her boots as she stepped on the glass.
- X -
After her roommate had left, Kitty let out her frustration and panic with a scream that had been building ever since Rogue had shown her the Queen of Hearts. She had wanted Rogue and Remy to both be happy, preferably with each other, but this turn of events… It was unbelievable! Impossible! Inconceivable! Well, certainly improbable… What was going to happen? What did this mean? What could she do? She had no idea. Suddenly, she realized that she had to tell the Professor – maybe he would know!
Running down the hallways and literally through anyone and anything that got in her way, Kitty phased her way into her mentor's office – he was on the phone, and she clearly startled him. Raising a finger, Charles Xavier indicated that he would finish momentarily. As she bounced around with impatience, she listened to his side of the telephone conversation.
"Yes, I'm afraid I did… No, but… But… Yes, I know it was wrong… But they didn't leave me much choice," he spoke sorrowfully. "Just please inform those who knew of their relationship to not mention it… Yes, that's right…"
Kitty wondered who he was talking to – judging by his words, most likely a member of Remy's family. She could hear a female voice coming through the receiver even from where she was standing, so she had to assume that the Professor's wince came from the woman's tongue-lashing.
"Yes, I am terribly sorry, more than you can know… No, unfortunately there is nothing I can do now," he continued in a flustered manner, cringing at the harsh words he must have been enduring. "Again, I am so very sorry, but I had to inform you of what happened… Yes, I know… Goodbye, Ms. Baptiste."
Xavier hung up the phone and let out a sigh that sounded both sad about the situation yet relieved that he had survived his conversation. "My apologies, I was simply phoning Mr. LeBeau's family to… Kitty! What is the matter?" he questioned worriedly, as he took in her frenzied countenance.
"They met!" she blurted out, nervously wringing her hands while pacing back and forth, unable to keep still.
"Who?" asked Xavier, raising an eyebrow in interest.
"Rogue and Remy!" she told him, watching his face be overcome with shock. "They met! Again! God, what are the chances of that?" she wondered, rambling on. "Running into each other just, like, one day after he erased her!"
"Indeed," mused the Professor, eyes widening, with his fingers steepled in front of him. "This is a rather bizarre turn of events…"
"No, it's great!" Kitty realized, stopping in her tracks and squealing. "They have a second chance, they can get back together! I mean, that like, has to be the reason they met once more, what other explanation could there be? And it's so similar to the first time around, it's like it's happening all over… Which means, like, they can fall for each other again!"
"Kitty…" murmured Charles.
"That's, like, so totally romantic!" she gushed wistfully, not hearing him. "And this time there's no reason for Remy to leave, so it won't end awfully, so, like, it'll have to work out for them…"
"Kitty!" interrupted the old man, more firmly this time. "I don't mean to disappoint you, but I doubt if it will be that simple. Things are different now, there are other factors in play here."
"But so far things have been happening in the same way!"
"Yes, but it more than likely won't continue. For instance, Mr. Maximoff is in the picture."
The girl's optimism faded instantly, and she scowled. "Right… Dammit! He doesn't deserve her… He's just trying to be like Remy, that's who Rogue should really be with!"
"You may be right, but that is not for you to decide," he told her gently. "You must not interfere with them. It is Rogue's life, and she must make her own decisions based on what she knows and feels."
"But they, like, belong together!" Kitty cried. "And they don't know it because of you!" When she uttered those words, her hand flew to her mouth in shock. "Oh… Oh, Professor, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean…"
Charles Xavier closed his eyes and bowed his head. "It's all right. I know I am at fault. I was not left much choice, but I know now that I should have done things differently. I should have found another way."
"I wish they both had," the young mutant sighed. "I just want them to be happy, and they were happiest together."
The Professor nodded sadly. "I think everybody realizes that, Kitty, but now Rogue and Remy must be the ones to realize it for themselves."
"Okay," she murmured, deflated. He was right and she knew it, but it was disappointing that she couldn't help. Leaving his office slowly, Kitty wished with all her heart that it would happen… For both their sakes. Unfortunately, there was nothing she would be able to do about it. It was in Fate's hands now. But if it could happen once, it could happen again… Right?
- X -
On the back porch of the Brotherhood Boarding House, Rogue and Pietro were sitting and talking together. Well, Pietro was the one talking, while Rogue was lost in her thoughts, keeping one ear open to nod and smile at the appropriate times.
As soon as she saw her boyfriend, her confusion had returned in full-force. But why? He'd been nothing but sweet to her, buying her gifts, spending time with her, making her laugh, and even attempting to help her control her powers. He was all she could ever ask for. She should have been happy. So why did she still feel that nagging emptiness? Wasn't your significant other supposed to fill that gaping hole inside of you? Instead, Rogue felt as if it was growing deeper and deeper, with her falling into it and nothing she could do to stop it.
With a start, she realized that maybe there was something someone else could do. When she had been chatting with Remy that void was gone… But why him? The possible answers to that question made Rogue feel even worse, and only served to confound her more. It felt like she was betraying Pietro, and yet she still didn't feel as guilty as she thought she would. Or should.
It was obvious that her boyfriend (why did it seem so strange to call him that all of a sudden?) thought the world of her, that he even loved her, and here she was, debating over her feelings for him! This would have been so much simpler if she could just love him back, but something was stopping her, and she wasn't sure what.
She was broken out of her contemplations by Pietro shaking her shoulder.
"Rogue! Roguey! Are you okay?" he asked her in concern. "You spaced out for the past few minutes. What, did you find something more interesting than me?" he then smirked.
She ignored his comment and decided to be straightforward, bluntly asking, "Do yah think we're good fo' each other?"
Rogue saw his eyes widen in surprise at her question, and she waited impatiently for his reply. He always said the perfect things, so much so that it was uncanny. She just wished he would be able to give her the perfect answer again, and reassure her that this was right, that they were right!
"Of course we are," Pietro assured her confidently. "We're alike in some ways and different in others, so we balance out! We've both had screwed up family lives with mutant terrorists for parents… You push people away, I draw them in… Um, you're pessimistic, I'm optimistic… And of course, the obvious thing is that we're both mutants, with you absorbing energy and me having tons to burn. We're the same so we can relate to each other, and then we're different so we can make up for what we lack! If that's not good for each other, I don't know what is."
She slowly nodded, taking in his words. He was right, they really did seem to balance out…
"And hey, even our eyes!" he continued. "Green and blue, they compliment each other too! We're the perfect match, Roguey."
His words made her freeze, and suddenly, his previous comments rang false. Green and blue weren't complimentary colours – the complimentary colour to green was red… Red. And white was complimented by black. Green and white, red and black…
"You know what?" Rogue blurted out, abruptly standing up and walking down the steps. "Ah've gotta go, there's some stuff Ah need to do. Ah'll see yah later."
Without noticing his puzzled expression or waiting to hear his confused words, she turned and hurried off, heading towards the park. She hoped Remy was there already, she needed to see him… Could he possibly help her sort out this muddle of emotions she was feeling?
- X -
Rogue had left so suddenly, and Pietro had absolutely no clue as to what had happened. Was it something he said? No, it couldn't be. He was saying all the right things, everything he was supposed to, he was sure of it. But then why weren't his words working? It didn't seem like he was getting anywhere at all with her!
Their relationship had been progressing well, growing slowly but steadily. She was slightly more comfortable around him, even if she didn't really open up all that much… But over the past few days she had been acting strangely, more cut off than usual – what could it be? Things weren't happening like he expected. It was probably her powers, they always depressed her… But Pietro knew he could help her with that. After all, if Remy could do it, than so could he!
Grabbing his bag from beside him on the porch, he stood up and headed towards the café. He knew Rogue would most likely go there or to the park – but her turning to coffee for comfort was always the safest bet. Well, either way, he would find her. Newly determined to discover what to do and say to comfort his girlfriend, Pietro sped off.
- X -
Walking briskly into the park, the first person Rogue saw was Remy, coolly leaning against a tree. Relieved, she gave him a small smile and walked over.
"Well, Rogue, fancy meetin' y' here," he greeted her, his voice sounding a little too innocent.
"Yeah, what a coincidence," she snickered, rolling her eyes. She already felt better…
An instant later, that all changed. A gust of wind blew by her, and suddenly Pietro had Remy pinned to the tree.
"Leaveheralone!" he commanded, his piercing blue eyes meeting Remy's smouldering red on black ones.
"Woah, easy dere, Quicksilver," Remy drawled, raising his hands in a non-threatening gesture. Him referring to Pietro by his codename startled Rogue – they knew each other? Oh no. What was going on here, what had she started? "Y' actin' like a jealous boyfriend or somet'in'."
"I am her boyfriend," Pietro seethed, and Rogue noticed a flicker of disappointment flash onto Remy's face before it once again became a cool mask of indifference.
"That's no reason fo' yah to act like a jackass!" she interjected, placing a hand on his shoulders. She had known he'd be jealous, she shouldn't have come here… "Let him go, we were just talkin'."
"Dat's right," corroborated the Cajun. "Dere's nothin' to worry 'bout."
"I can't believe you're defending him, after what he did!" Pietro exclaimed, looking at her in astonishment, and then turning to Remy. "And you! I can't believe you came back, after the shit you put her through! You're not getting her back, she's with me now!"
"Pietro, Ah think yah must be mistakin' him fo' someone else, cause Ah have no idea what yah're talkin' about," she told him slowly.
"Oui, y're not makin' any sense," Gambit agreed, his baffled expression mirroring Rogue's.
Comprehension dawned on Pietro's features, and he slowly removed his hands from where he was grasping Remy's trench coat. "You don't know her?" he asked cautiously.
"Not really, I just ran int' de fille two days ago," explained the annoyed Cajun, straightening his coat. "Ain't a crime t' talk t' her, is it?"
"Look, just stay away from my girl, got it, Gambit?" the silver-haired boy snapped, reaching out to shove his rival.
Before he could be touched, Remy grabbed the boy's hand tightly around the wrist. "Don' appreciate de attitude, homme," he growled.
Before Rogue knew it, Pietro had wrenched his arm free and thrown a punch at Remy, and their verbal sparring had escalated into a full-blown fight. Quicksilver was fast, but his opponent had amazing reflexes and advanced skills, so they were evenly matched.
Pietro aimed a hit at Remy's face, but he dodged it and kicked the speedster's knee, knocking him to the ground. He was up in a flash and had the Cajun in a headlock, who then retaliated by hooking his leg around the back of his adversary's, flipping him over and onto his back.
Rogue groaned in aggravation – there were being so stupid, so typically male! Yet at the same time, something deep inside of her was secretly pleased, flattered that two guys were fighting over her… But she had to put a stop to it.
"Boys, give it a rest!" she shouted as they circled each other, stepping into the fray and grabbing Pietro's backpack, which still hung on his shoulders. She tugged at it with all her might in an attempt to drag him away – instead, the zipper pulled open and the bag slipped off him, landing on top of Rogue as she fell to the ground.
Wincing and rubbing her now sore backside, she didn't notice that Pietro had stopped attacking Remy and was now looking at her, absolutely terrified. When she began to look up, her gaze stopped at his bag – or more specifically, what was in his bag. The bag that he was so overprotective of, the bag that he never let her touch. Now she could see why.
There were papers inside covered with writing. Normally, that wouldn't have caught Rogue's attention, but she recognized the writing instantly. It was her own… Grabbing a sheet, she scanned it quickly – it was from her journal, dated only a few months ago. But she hadn't written this! She couldn't have. Not only did she not remember it, but Remy was mentioned, his name was written down right there… How could she have written about Remy when they had just met?
Digging through the other contents in horror, she saw that there were more and more entries, some sketches, even trinkets and pieces of jewellery… It had to be some sort of hoax. It couldn't be real, she told herself as her mind reeled, but then her heart dropped into her stomach when she saw it. Irrefutable proof – but of what, she wasn't quite sure.
There was a photograph. One of her and Remy. She was sitting on his lap, he had his arms around her… They looked so happy. But it had never happened. She didn't remember it happening! It wasn't real, it couldn't be! Oh Gawd, she couldn't breathe…
"What… What is this?" she rasped, looking up at Pietro. He couldn't meet her stare, looking away guiltily. She then turned her head towards Remy, who had moved behind her. Did he have something to do with this? He was looking over her shoulder at the picture with as much bewilderment etched on his face as she was feeling.
Nobody answered, so she raised her voice, sounding hysterical. "Well? Somebody tell meh what kinda sick joke this is!" she roared, glaring at both of them.
"Rogue," Pietro quietly began, walking towards her with a hand extended. "I can explain…"
"Don't touch meh!" she screamed, jumping back and away from his reach. No, she couldn't take this, she didn't understand… She wasn't sure she even wanted to understand! She just had to get away from here, from them. "Ah… Ah have to go," Rogue blurted out, seizing the backpack and running off, leaving Quicksilver and Gambit staring helplessly after her.
- X -
Much like Pietro had caught him off guard earlier, now Remy grabbed him and flung him against the tree, satisfied as his head contacted with the wood. Clutching the boy's shirt in his hands, he spat out, "Y' better explain, homme! Where de hell did dat picture come from? How de fuck is it possible f'r us t' be in it when we just met?!"
"Fuck off, Gambit," Pietro sneered. "This is between me and Rogue."
Narrowing his haunting eyes, Remy glared at the insolent prick, and slowly charged up his shirt. "Non, I don' t'ink it is. Talk, an' y' better do it fast," he ordered quietly, but it couldn't have sounded more dangerous if he had shouted at top volume.
The younger mutant kept his mouth shut stubbornly, but then began to feel the heat of Gambit's power. "Fine!" he hollered angrily. "This is all your fault anyways! She was your girlfriend, and then you left her, you brought this all upon yourself!"
Remy blinked, hearing the words, taking them in, but not having them register. "What are y' talkin' 'bout? I t'ink I would've remembered meetin' a femme like dat befo'."
"No, you wouldn't," Pietro laughed cruelly, clearing enjoying Gambit's dumbfoundment. "You two erased each other from your memories."
"Excusez-moi?" he exclaimed, sure he must have been hearing things. No, that was insane. Dieu, it sounded like some sort of science-fiction story… It was unreal. But he could tell that the bâtard wasn't lying, and he had seen the picture so…
"You heard me," came the reply, coupled with an infuriating smirk. "You left Rogue, and hurt her so much that she had you erased. Looks like you finally came back and found out, and had her erased too. Pretty funny, if you think about it."
Remy pulled the boy towards himself and then slammed him back against the tree. Hard. "Gee, mebbe I got a weird sense o' humour, but I don' find dat funny!" he bellowed. "How did it happen? When?"
"I don't know."
He smashed him against the trunk yet again. "Ow! Jeez, I really don't know, I didn't even know you did it! But about three days ago you saw me and Rogue together, so I'd say you probably found out and had the memories wiped after that."
Three days ago? Did that mean he had met her again right after he had erased her? "Who did it? How?" Remy continued to grill Pietro.
"I don't know, probably Xavier, he's the one that did it to Rogue! But how the hell should I know, I wasn't there!"
"Oh please, I know y' had somet'in' t' do wit' all dis!"
"Nope!" Pietro told him with a malicious smile. "You did it all on your own, you've got no one else to blame for your mess."
"Well, what were y' doin' wit' her t'ings?" he persisted with his interrogation, increasing the charge on the shirt even further, enjoying seeing the boy sweat.
He grimaced in pain and began to talk faster. "When she erased you, I thought I'd finally have a chance with her. She got rid of all the things that reminded her of you, and I stole them from the Institute's garbage," he admitted without a hint of remorse. "I read her diary – she wrote everything about you down, so I did and said exactly what you had, trying to win her over."
Remy gaped, looking at him in revulsion. How could he possibly be so cruel, how could he play with Rogue's emotions like that? Uncharging the shirt, he took pleasure in the look of relief on Pietro's face before he wiped it off with a hard punch to his nose.
Dropping to his knees, the speedy mutant swore in pain, lifting his hand to his face only to find blood there. Before he could do anything else, the Cajun kicked him swiftly in the gut, flipping him over onto his back. Gambit then placed a knee firmly on his chest, pinning him in place.
"You don't deserve her," Pietro grunted gleefully, hurt but still enjoying taunting Remy as much as he could.
His eyes narrowed as he replied, "Mebbe not, but y' don't eit'er."
"Fuck you!" he spat out. "I wouldn't have hurt her like you did!"
"Non? Den what de hell did you t'ink all dis would do t' her?" Remy then gripped Quicksilver's collar, hauling him up closer to his face. "Just stay away from my girl, got it?" he whispered fiercely, demon eyes glowing, before hitting Pietro firmly in the jaw and knocking him unconscious.
Ooh! Now who saw that coming?! I sure didn't! Well, no, I lied. Stupid Pietro. Shall we all tar and feather him, and run him out of town on a rail? I think so. But I must say, I quite enjoyed Xavier's flustered telephone conversation – he was talking to Tante Mattie, if anybody didn't catch it – Baptiste is her last name. I just had to work her in, I love her to pieces!
Next chapter – Rogue and Remy both know what happened, but what will happen now?
Well, there's only a little more left to go – I've got it all written out already, so the faster you all review, the faster I can respond and post the next chapter! So review – now!
Toodles,
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