Title: Triangles
Fandom: X-Men: The Movie
Characters/Pairings: Rogue, Remy, Bobby, Professor X. ROMY, Bobby/Rogue.
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor.
Word Count: ~523
Disclaimer: X-Men does not belong to me.
Bobby can't help it.
He just can't.
After all, it's only natural for him to be at least a little jealous.
Seriously. There's this little suspicion as he stares at this Cajun thief, this suave and simply charismatic, this black-and-red eyed, this gambit.
And there's this little suspicion as he watches Rogue—Marie—stare at this Gambit person.
Call him insecure, but...
Call him over-protective, but...
Call him jealous, but...
Oh, come on.
As if she wouldn't be attracted to a guy like that.
Come on.
He's the type of guy that most girls would like, Bobby can see it now. He's rugged in a rather elegant way, if that makes any sense. The way he moves is elegant, as well—a thief's grace, that's what it's called. He's got that sort of mystery-man-with-an-accent deal going on, too.
And the way that he's managed to seduce Rogue—even though they haven't been in the same room for more than a minute or so—it's just so obvious.
That sharp, unheard intake of breath when he locks eyes with her.
That stupefied silence that follows.
That sly grin on the cad's face.
He knows he's won her over.
And damn it, that jackass is going to flaunt it right in front of Bobby's face!
Rogue is—is—stupefied into silence. It's just—just—well, look at him! There ain't no one in the world with eyes that color—so vibrant and beautiful. Sure, a bit scary after you've seen all those scary movies where the devil has eyes that color. But still, those eyes just go with this guy.
Aw, hell, who is she trying to kid?
At the risk of sounding like Kitty or Jubilee, the man is smoking hot. Not just boy-next-door hot, like Bobby is. But, like, hot!
Eeew, she really is starting to sound like the preppy-hyper-sheltered girls.
But hot damn, she might just give up Bobby for something—make that someone—like this. Just for the rush that going out with a bad boy—for he is most certainly a bad boy; what else would he be?—would undoubtedly give her.
Gambit, for his part, is enjoying the way that this girl is reacting. He isn't hearing that Professor Man talking to him, introducing him to these people, though he does tune in enough to hear what this lovely young lady's name is—Rogue? Marie!
Hmm.
He will have to get rid of that whoever next to her, though. But she will be his soon enough, and, like all the others, she will be left with more ardor for him after he has left than when the love affair begins...
The room's temperature drops the tiniest bit, though neither Gambit nor Marie can tell.
The Professor—Professor Charles Xavier—watches all these interactions take place, and can feel the drop in temperature. And he can tell by the faces around him (for telepathy would be a waste of time when it is displayed so brilliantly otherwise), that the result of this will probably not be pretty.
But really, he is getting terribly tired of all of these love triangles.
Author's Notes
Oddest little one-shot that resulted from reading X-Men fanfiction. A lot of it. And then going back and reading my favorite X-Men comics.
No, I don't have any idea of when this would take place. After the second movie, non?
Yes, the first 'gambit' is lowercased. Look the word up in the dictionary.
I love Bobby. I really do. I'm going to buy him and use him as my personal slave. No, not that way, you sick perverts.
Well, maybe.
Or maybe I can throw out my refrigerator and air conditioner.
P.S.: Don't forget to review, flame, critique, etc. to tell me how terrible my first X-Men fic was.
(revamped 7/3/05) (reformatted 12/10/11)