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Why do some teachers give out midterms all through the semester? They're not 'monthly tests' or 'Whenever The Urge To Hand Out A Test Hits You Give This Test Test'. They're midterms! As in, to be given in the 'middle' of the 'term'. Ugh. I'd lose my mind if it weren't already gone. On the bright side, it's UPDATE time! Hurrah!
II. Marie's The Name (Part 2)
How many times had Remy imagined his reunion with Rogue? So many that he couldn't be sure he wasn't dreaming now. So many that he was afraid to reach out and touch her, for fear that her figure would dissolve into the air, just another heartbreaking mirage.
Not that his hands would obey, even if he tried to embrace her. They, along with the rest of his body, seemed to have shut down completely the very instant she'd come back into his sight. Useless limbs. He would've cursed them, if there were room enough in his thoughts for anything other than her.
Rogue.
His Rogue.
His fiancé.
As the word echoed through his mind, life finally came back to him, bursting out like so much water cascading through a cracking damn. First, little drops. A heartbeat. A blink. A breath. Then came crashing waves; a smile dawned across his face. His pulse beat faster. He gave a short, amazed cry. "Chere?!"
There was movement or chatter or something off to his side, but he paid it no attention. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered, nothing but the brown-eyed, angel-faced girl standing less than three feet away from him. And she seemed likewise entranced. He made a move to hug her.
His arms came away empty as Rogue turned on her heels and ran.
Five Minutes Earlier...
"Come on," Bobby Drake exclaimed. He stuck out his bottom lip and dropped his head in a pout. "Jubilee said she heard Gambit's motorcycle outside. You got to meet this guy. He's one of my best friends, Rogue. He'll kill me if I don't introduce you to him... and then he'll probably try to steal you away, just to get even."
Rogue was curled up in the corner of the couch, her face buried in one of the off-white cushions. Bobby hadn't bought her 'too sick to meet new people' complaint, but that didn't mean she was ready to surrender, jump up, and meet Remy LeBeau at the door. So long as she couldn't see the Cajun's face, she could still pretend that things weren't too complicated.
Bobby placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered, "I think this the part where you say, 'Gee Bobby, that Gambit guy could try all he wanted and I'd always prefer you'."
She winced on the inside. She should've, she would've, explained things to Bobby earlier, but it was hard to make someone like him understand. He was still getting used to the idea of having the same girlfriend everyday; he wouldn't even know what she was talking about when she described her relationship with Remy. Still, that didn't change the facts. Bobby Drake was Remy's close friend, and the three of them were about to dance on dynamite.
"Ah'll see him later," She suggested, scooting away from the boy's hand. It felt wrong for him to touch her when Remy was in the vicinity.
"I don't believe this," he sighed. "You're being silly for no reason. It's not like I'm asking you dance naked on the Eiffel Tower." He pulled at her arm until she rose to her feet.
All she could think was that there was no way she could avoid this. If someone had asked her in the midst of her love affair with the Cajun if there ever would come a time when she wouldn't want to see him, her answer would've been a clear, resounding no. Not ever. No matter what happened. But now, she dreaded the moment when she'd see him again. Would there be a thousand questions in his eyes? Or maybe, just one –why did you go?
And what would she say? Explain the truth? Lie? There was no right answer.
"Got to move your feet," Bobby advised.
She never should've started dating Robert Drake. At the time, it had seemed okay. He was nice, and she was trying desperately hard to forget her love for someone else. And she'd told Bobby that things between them had to progress slowly. Hurting him had never been her intention. If she'd only known... never again would she trust her own judgment.
Before Rogue knew it, they were at the front door.
Just be calm, she told herself as Bobby turned the knob.
Just...
He smiled at her and pulled the door open.
Be...
"Chere?!"
...Calm?
Sometime Before...
"Marie, y' ever have a brother?"
Rogue looked up from her mug of steaming hot chocolate to see Belladonna. Of course, there wasn't much of the young assassin visible beneath the puffy white jacket she wore, only half a face that the hood couldn't reach, with lips the shade of amethyst. "No," Rogue said, after a moment. "Ah was an only child."
A wind passed and she burrowed further into her own coat. Though black in color, it bore a remarkable resemblance to Bella's. In fact, they'd only just purchased them with Remy's card. He was out of the country on business, but they didn't think he'd mind. He was generous like that.
"Be t'ankful. Dey be nothin' but trouble, always whinin' when y' get da good cases, complainin' 'cause y' smart enough t' finish da trainin' programs first, an' sendin' y' out t' do their dirty work." She changed her voice to a high-pitched whine. "Go meet m' contact, Bella. M' schedules full t'day an' it's da only time da girl can show. Ugh. Sometimes, I want t' beat Julien over da head with a mallet."
Rogue laughed and sipped her drink. "What's this contact about, anyway? How come she's so important ya actually agreed ta help him out?"
Bella shrugged. "I'll tell y', but y' gotta promise not t' let on dat y' know. It's a matter o' Guild security. Now personally, I believe dat y' might as well be considered a one o' da T'ieves, but it ain't official. So keep it low."
"Ah will."
The blonde nodded and leaned forward. She laid her hands on the table between them. "A while ago, one o' da top rankin' assassins was visitin' a mutant friend o' his. We expected him t' be gone a week, maybe two. He was still gone after a month. So, we figured he got carried away wit' himself an' sent a messenger t' check on him, remind him there was work t' be done at home."
"An' he couldn't be found?" Rogue guessed.
"Oh, he could be found all right. Wit' his neck snapped clean in half. In fact, his friend an' all his friend's lil' community was dead. Men, women, children an' babies... it didn't matter. Whoever it was dat murdered da Morlocks –dat's what they called themselves- didn't spare a soul. I mean, hell, Rogue I know I'm a professional killer, but even I wonder who could've done somet'in' like dat." She sighed. "Anyway, like I said, our man was high rankin'. His murder is a big deal. Julien is investigatin' da situation. He swears he's close t' identifyin' da culprits."
"This is probably the only time Ah'll ever say this, but Ah hope Julien succeeds."
Bella shrugged. "I don't think he'll stop 'til he does. Persistent bastard dat he is."
"Such kind words for a brother."
"Y' don't know him like I do. An' it's more n' just a sibling rivalry, Rogue. Julien is some kind o' crazy. We been livin' in relative peace an' prosperity f' years, da two Guilds. But still, he wants t' stir up trouble. Da only reason he took up dis investigation was 'cause he hoped one o' da t'ieves would be involved. Wouldn't dat be a great catapult f' war?"
Rogue dropped her chin onto her hands and frowned, thoughtfully. "That would really suck."
"Yo' tellin' me. I promised Tante Mattie when I was six years old I'd never try an' kill Remy again. I'd hate t' have t' renege on dat."
"Y' tried killin' him when y'all were kids?"
The blonde smiled. "What can I say? When y' six an' just learnin' ta shoot an arrow, y' wanna try out y' skills on a movin' target. He was available. I take it y' seen da scar on his-"
"Is that what's from?" Rogue laughed.
While the two girls chatted, the wind picked up speed. It began howling, too, like the desperate cry of a lonely animal. As if in angry response, the sky grew ever darker, ominous and gray. Rain wasn't far off.
Concerned about the coats, Rogue forced her up to check her watch. "What time is the girl s'ppossed ta show, anyway?"
"Like, ten minutes ago," Bella groaned. "A secret o' da trade, Rogue: never be late f' stuff like dis. Would y' mind terribly if I go an' make a call, just verify dat no one's heard anyt'in' else from da fille? Kids are notorious f' backin' out at da last minute. If she does happen t' show up, just hold her o' take a message."
Once alone, Rogue reclined back in her seat and revisited her chocolate. It had grown considerably colder, with half-melted marshmallows floating around like shipwrecked sailors. Slowly, she brought the drink to her mouth, testing its taste. It was good enough. She tipped the cup upwards, so that all of the liquid went gushing down her throat.
Meanwhile, she pondered Belladonna's words. She'd never heard of the Morlocks before, but somehow that made their tragedy all the sadder. Those people were gone, wiped from existence. Dead. And before they'd even had the chance to make themselves known in the world. What kind of community had they been? She knew there were groups of mutants who banded together to fight the regular, ordinary people. Others existed to better relations with the Homo sapiens. What kind had they been?
"Boudreaux?" A low, feminine voice whispered from somewhere behind her. Rogue turned around to see a cloaked figure standing there, waiting. Large, protruding things stuck out from, presumably, the girl's body, and as a result, the cloak looked like a poorly constructed tent. The wind lashed her hood, and a pair of pale blue eyes was revealed.
Rogue glanced around, but the blonde assassin was out of her sight. "Uh..."
"I don't a lot of time." The girl said, sternly. "Are you a Boudreaux?"
Rogue didn't know what made her answer 'yes'. The word seemed to slip from her tongue when she wasn't looking. But maybe it was for the best; she could hear the girl's message and relay it to Bella when she returned. No harm done. The girl found Bella's seat, and removed the hood completely, revealing a shock of short magenta hair.
"I spoke with Julien over the phone," the girl started. She was thin, but pretty. "He said you lost someone in the massacre, that you were out for revenge, and that given the chance, you'd kill the people that committed the atrocious deed. That's the only reason I've decided to talk to you. As the last surviving Morlock, I'd take revenge myself, but I don't have the resources that your Guild does."
"We are quite resourceful." Rogue said, appraising the stranger with a careful, cautious eye.
"I don't know a lot. But I have somewhere you can start. The attackers called themselves the Marauders. They came through the tunnel system late at night. Now, the system was complex and we had people on guard all the time. You couldn't just stumble onto our home by accident. But these Marauders were led by a single man who knew his way well enough to take them through the longest, blackest corners so as to avoid as many of the guards as possible. At first, it seemed like one of the Morlocks had betrayed us. Who else knew the way so well?"
"But that don't seem ta be the case anymore?"
The girl shook her head. "No. The thought bothered me for a while, but I'm sure of it. I caught a brief glimpse of the man who led them. Just a glimpse, understand. And, it was so dark. All I could see, really, were his eyes. They were red. And I don't mean like, red from crying, or red from pink eye. I'm talking fire engine, devil-skin red."
Red eyes? Rogue drew away from the girl, sharply. Surely, she hadn't just said that. Of course, even if she had, it didn't matter. There had to be a hundred mutants with red eyes. Maybe even a million. Maybe more. It wasn't Remy. She knew him. He wouldn't. Not her Remy.
But would Julien have as much faith in him?
"Is that all?" Rogue asked, uncertain.
"Just one more thing. He was wearing a coat. It was this long, brown trench coat."
Back to Present...
Rogue slipped inside a room, but Remy was right on her heels. He slammed the palm of his hand against the door, as if to push his way inside. He couldn't understand what she was doing. Running? From him? After seven weeks of searching high and low, of walking through strange towns with mud of his shoes and showing her picture to random people on the street, after seven weeks of thinking of nothing and no one but Rogue, she was running away from him again? What the hell did she think she was doing? They were engaged. Didn't that entitle him to some kind of explanation?
He raised his arm to hit the door harder, not to open it like it seemed, but to shake her a little. His hand never made it, however. It was caught, halfway through the movement, by Bobby Drake. Remy glanced over his shoulder to see the younger man.
"Dude, calm down." Drake said. "I haven't seen her that scared since she tried to fly the Blackbird. What are you doing, anyway, freaking out my girlfriend before I've even made the introductions?"
"Girlfriend?" Remy laughed harshly. He looked back at the door. "She's da girl y' been datin'? She's Miss Steady?"
"Well, duh."
Jubilation had fallen a step behind them, but she came running up, peering over Bobby's shoulder. "What's goin' on?"
"Gambit freaked out my girlfriend!"
"Rogue is not y' girl."
"I think I'm the better judge."
"Don't matter what y' t'ink," Remy said. "I know dat isn't."
Ever possessive, Drake straightened his back. "What's the matter with you?" He narrowed his eyes. "She was one of your short term girls, wasn't she? You probably had fun with her and now you act like you own her? That's not the way it works, not even between friends like us."
Remy refrained from beating Drake's face in only because they were friends. Even so, the urge was great. It might've overcome him, but there was still a girl on the other side of the door that he needed to talk to. Ignoring the two teens, Remy turned back and tried once again to get Rogue's attention.
Again, he was interrupted. This time, there was a sound behind his ear. And then, someone said, "Hey, Bub. What the hell do ya think you're doin'?"
Remy rolled his eyes. "Dat's da question o' da evenin', ain't it?" He turned around again, this time slumping against the door for support. A man stood before him with long, extended metal claws. There was the faint smell of whiskey on his breath. His white wife-beater was stained with oil. "I don't even know y'. Why interfere?"
"I don't think Rogue likes you hangin' 'round her very much, Gumbo."
"Well," Remy said. "I don't t'ink y' know Roguey as well as y' t'ink y' do."
"Leave her alone," the man commanded, while he crossed his arms in cocky fashion. The sharp metal protruding from his knuckles glinted in the dim light.
"What are you, her bodyguard?"
"Whatever ya want to believe."
Undaunted, Remy reached into his pocket and pulled a small ring. A tiny ring, really, compared to the size of his fingers. For the briefest second, Remy was distracted. It was missing its other half. It's better half, all diamond-decorated and beautiful. It wouldn't be complete until he slid it on Rogue's finger, matching it with the engagement ring she'd taken with her.
Seconds past, and then he lifted it for the stranger to see. "Look here. Dis ring belongs on dat hand," he said, pointing towards the door. "I been searchin' fo' dat girl, that fiancé o' mine, for seven weeks an' now suddenly, she's here. Right in front o' me. There is no way y' tearin' me away from here, mon ami. So get da hell out o' m' face an' stop tryin' t' make me believe y' know what's best f' her more n' I do."
"Woah, woah." Jubilee exclaimed, putting up her hands. "Did you just say she's your fiancé?"
"He's lying." Drake insisted, as he clenched his fists.
"Maybe there's more to the story than we realize," someone new said. All four of them looked left, and saw Scott Summers walking towards them, arms crossed. His step slowed for a second, but then he sped up, and headed towards Remy. When he was close enough, he extended a hand. "Thank you for coming home. I appreciate it. I imagine this isn't the homecoming you expected."
Remy studied him for a moment. "You know." He guessed, correctly. "She tol' you?"
"Yes, some."
Relief wasn't something Remy expected to feel when Scott made the acknowledgement. But suddenly, it washed over him. He wasn't losing his mind. Rogue had told Scott, probably because despite his uptight reputation, Scott Summers was a good listener and strong friend. He brushed a hand through his hair and sighed. "I have t' talk t' her. I have t' find out what's botherin' her so we can fix it. An'," he added, glaring at the others. "I need t' be alone wit' her. Could y' get 'em off m' back?"
"Remy, have you considered that Rogue might need some more alone time? She did lock herself into this room to escape you. Maybe if you went upstairs and check in on your own room..."
"M' sorry. I can't do dat. If I waited 'til she said she was ready t' talk, nothin' ever would've happened between us. Sometimes, da girl needs t' be pushed."
"She doesn't like being pushed," Bobby Drake said. "If you knew her like you say you do, you'd know that."
"If she kept y' at arm's length, it was probably 'cause she was already in love wit' me."
Coward.
Idiot.
Liar.
It hardly seemed possible, but she'd made things worse. She'd ran away again, leaving Bobby and Remy and everyone else to figure things out themselves, when really, she was the only one who knew the answer. Already in love, Remy had said. She tried to imagine Bobby's face, his reaction, but all that came to mind was how much she'd missed Remy. How the sound of his was the best sound she'd ever heard. How much her entire body ached because she'd avoided his hug.
But if she'd touched him, there would've been no letting go.
Her hands were shoved deep in her pockets to keep them from touching the doorknob, but she rested her forehead against the wood and listened to their conversation.
If only she wasn't so damn stupid.
And scared.
Had fate ordained this? What else could explain her meeting Remy LeBeau three separate times, each time a coincidence? First at the airport, then again in Philadelphia, and now in New York, with the X-Men. They were being thrown together and torn apart repeatedly, up, down, up, down, like a piñata. Maybe they'd committed a crime in some past life, and this was their punishment: to see perfect happiness, but never be able to attain it.
She thought of the engagement ring. She'd kept it hidden. Early on, she'd stored it in her pocket, but once Logan had left her his dog tags, she slipped it on a chain and around her neck. People always saw Logan's gift, and it kept them from noticing Remy's.
It was almost funny how things could've been different. Had they married, she would've been introduced to them through Remy, as Mrs. LeBeau. He would've been the one who gave her the tour.
Grow up, she told herself. Better yet, grow a spine. Remy was stubborn. He wouldn't leave until he got what he wanted. An explanation. She steadied herself, removed her hands from their hiding place and paused for just a second to pray. Then she pulled open the door, much to everyone's shock.
Bobby looked furious. Jubilee seemed torn between amusement and pity. Logan was expectant, practically waiting for her to go his side. She had leaned on him a lot lately, but she couldn't anymore. Scott met her with an even gaze, one full of understanding. She'd made the right choice in talking to him. And Remy...
"Ah'm sorry," she said. "But Ah have ta talk ta Remy alone. Ah'll explain ta y'all a little later." She gave him just enough space to enter the room, and then shut the door again, locking everyone else out.
Still, it felt like the whole world was in the room with her.
Before...
For the life of her, she couldn't find Remy's good jeans. He fit well into many pairs, of course, but there was one set in particular that she loved to see him wear. They were just the right shade of blue. The entire suitcase was packed, all but those damn...
Frustrated with the fruitless search, Rogue collapsed on Remy's bed, liking the smell of his cologne on the pillow. She yawned, lightly. She hadn't slept a wink he announced the good news. What girl her right mind would have gone back to bed the very night she learned she was about to be Mrs. Remy LeBeau?
Mrs. Rogue LeBeau.
Marie LeBeau.
Mrs. Rogue Marie LeBeau.
Mr. and Mrs. Remy LeBeau.
A laugh went through her. Oh, God, she was ecstatic. She couldn't wait. Everything was falling in perfect place. Once upon a time, she'd doubted that anyone would marry her. And if anyone did, she'd thought, what kind of life would that be? Never touching or kissing or embracing their newborn child. How could she wish that for anyone she cared about? But Remy, he made things different. He made her believe in miracles. All obstacles in their path would melt away like gumdrop candies in the sun, because he loved her. And, she loved him back.
Her eyes wandered to a picture on his nightstand; it was them at the park with Merci and Henri. Everyone was smiling. Life had been good then, but it had only gotten progressively better. She recalled that the brothers had tried to serenade Merci and her. She could still hear their voices singing, 'God only knows what I'd be without you'.
She held the picture in her hands, running her fingers across Remy's smile. His smile for her. The jeans, she thought, didn't really matter. The person that filled them out did...
"I hear that there's cause to celebrate, Marie, Dear."
Rogue knew that voice, so calm, clear, and cold. She quickly pulled herself up and stretched her lips into a smile that, she hoped, looked pleased and honored. "Hello," she said, addressing the blonde who'd stepped into her room.
She received a nod, but it was only the slightest tilt of the woman's head. The pale blonde hair, which rained down around the sides of the woman's face, remained a still curtain. She was dressed in a suit that was hardly a suit at all. In fact, such little fabric was used on the skirt portion that it was more like a lavender blazer with some leftover scrap of material wrapped around her legs. It didn't strike Rogue as traveling attire, especially considering the distance she would've traveled.
But then, the Benefactress always made her own rules, even when it came to fashion.
Candra surveyed the room, which had become messy and disorganized during the jean search. Eventually, her stare came to settle on Rogue. "It's a pleasure to see you again." Sincerity was lacking in her voice.
Rogue didn't mind. She expected nothing else. "Ah'm sorry Ah didn't know you were in town, 'else Ah would've come down an' paid mah respects." She was still relatively new to Guild tradition, but she knew that protocol well enough.
"Oh, I'm not in town, officially. At least, not for anyone other than you. I was informed a few days ago that Bella Boudreaux would be getting married to someone other than Remy, so I decided now would be a good time to drop and call in that favor." She pulled out a chair. "Can I sit?" She asked, though her bottom touched the seat before Rogue had the chance to open her mouth.
Rogue was always nervous around her. Sure, the woman had seemed nice enough in the past, but there was something odd in the way she moved. The way she spoke. The way her smile was warm, but her eyes were like ice. Rogue sighed. "Ah'd be happy ta do whatever ya want, Candra."
"Good." Candra began fiddling with a strand of her hair. "I know Remy's proposed to you by now. Don't marry Remy."
"What?" Rogue almost laughed. "Ya aren't serious, right?"
"Marie," Candra sighed. "Or what is that Remy calls you? Rogue? Do you remember why you owe that favor? Surely you haven't forgotten showing up at home in France, distraught and worried because you thought Remy would be mistaken for the man who led those murderers to the Morlocks? Because I distinctly remember hearing you explain it all so well. We made a bargain that day, didn't we? I had the Assassins call off the search. I saved Remy and prevented the war. I did everything you asked of me, Rogue. And do you remember what I wanted in return?"
"One favor." Rogue said in a low voice. "One request ta be named at a later date."
"And if that request is not met?"
"The deals off, an' Julien will find out whatever he wants."
Candra grinned. This time it was sincere, but it was not nice. "So...surprise! I've come to collect. You'll go far away, Marie, and not come back. And please, I expect you out of here before Remy comes home. I don't want him to know about this. Ever. It's part of the deal. You know, he's such a doll, but what a temper. I'd hate for anything as trivial as your departure to come between us when I finally decide to seduce him."
End Story Two
Ah, the plot thickens. Wait a minute, that's not the plot... that's my dinner! And it shouldn't be thickening. Aaah!
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