Dismal Angel Revelations - Episode 1

Rejected By The Light

Chapter 5: Plenty

Remy had sat on the bottom steps of the foyer staircase for some time, trying to decide what he should do about the situation. He had thought about going to his bedroom to sulk, but realised it wouldn't do him much good. And he wasn't even sure if he could open – or even pass through – the door. So he sat there, brooding, trying to think of some plan which would get someone's attention to his presence.

But he kept coming up blank.

He was almost to the point of giving in, and he began to think of getting up and going along to the Hospital wing to see how his body was doing, and if Hank and Jean had noticed anything about him – like his presence missing from his body – when the front door of the mansion opened, and Bobby Drake and Rogue stepped in quietly.

Rogue looked very solemn, as she stood there wearing a soft lilac coloured pashmina wrapped around her, and a long satin skirt, and some stiletto heels that Remy felt looked quite uncomfortable. Her long hair was tousled in very soft curls, her make up matched the pashmina, and brought out the green in her eyes and the fullness of her pouting lips.

God, I love her, Remy thought desperately. He stood up slowly. Every time he saw her, he loved her slightly more, he found that hard to believe, having known her as long as he had, but it was true. At that moment, he loved her more than he ever had before. She was stunning, and had he been in his body, he felt he might have lost his breath from the mere sight of her.

"You've been real quiet. Didn't say a word on the cab ride home…" Bobby said softly.

Remy stood right in front of Rogue, Please see me, he pleaded of her, but she seemed as oblivious to his presence as did the others, and he felt despair sinking in more and more.

Rogue's breath steamed against the cold of the foyer as she spoke, "Sorry. Got a lot on my mind…" she said, she turned and looked at him and Remy felt it was hard to read the expression in her eyes.

Bobby touched Rogue's shoulder in a tender way, his fingers brushing gently against the fabric of the cashmere pashmina, "did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?"

"Yes," Rogue murmured quietly, and looked away.

Get away from my woman, you piece of shit Asschunk, Remy uttered, he heard his voice echo strangely again, he wanted to move Bobby's hand away from Rogue forcefully but knew this was useless.

"Did I tell you that pink is your signature colour?" Bobby asked, trying hard to do a successful southern accent, that one might perhaps have heard in the movie 'Steel Magnolias'. Remy was almost positive this line might have been from that movie also.

"It's not pink, it's lilac," Rogue remarked, not amused in the least.

"Hey, you usually laugh at my jokes," Bobby murmured, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing…" Rogue said softly, "I'm just tired, and a little groggy. I think maybe my tolerance for booze is goin' downhill," she added.

"You at least enjoyed our date, right?"

"Of course," Rogue said, and forced a smile, although Remy felt there was something behind that smile that said otherwise to Bobby's question.

Date?! Remy asked, DATE?! This better be a one off 'date'! he was practically yelling. Rogue, what are you THINKING?! Going on a date with this Asschunk.

"I love you, you know that, don't you?" Bobby said softly.

"I know…" Rogue nodded, and smiled, and her smile this time was a little warmer, and somewhat more genuine than before.

Love?! When did THIS happen?! What the hell is going on?! his voice boomed across the hall, unheard by Rogue and Bobby. God, I want to wake up from this stupid nightmare already – if that's what this is. Because it sure as HELL ain't a dream!

Bobby looked at Rogue expectantly, raising an eyebrow, "And…you still love me too? Because…hell, y'know I'm so damn loveable, I kiss myself in the mirror I can't stand it."

Rogue gave a soft laugh, "yes, I do," she said, she kissed the fingers of her satin gloves and touched Bobby's cheek, only leaving a very slight trace of lipgloss upon his face. "Goodnight," she said softly, and began to walk away.

"Goodnight?" Bobby asked. "That's it?" he looked upset.

"What else is there?" Rogue stopped in the middle of the hall and looked back at him curiously.

He BETTER not be implying what I THINK he's implying! Remy fumed, and swiped at Bobby furiously, although his hand passed right through him. He wished right then for the ability to punch Bobby squarely in that mouth of his.

"Don't you even KNOW what date this is?" Bobby asked, sounding quite distressed now.

"I…no…" Rogue said, "Friday?"

"It's the Ninth of December," Bobby said pointedly.

"So…it's sixteen days until Christmas?" she asked, not sure of the point Bobby was making.

"No…" Bobby pouted, "It's six months since we started dating."

Six MONTHS?! Remy demanded, I only LEFT to find Sinister on the 6th of June! That Bastard must have moved in on Rogue the minute I LEFT!

"Oh, that…" Rogue trailed off, "Of course I remember…" she forced a smile, "I just, I don't know, I feel a little tipsy, like I said, it's making it hard to think…" she said.

"Oh…" Bobby said. "It's just…I don't know, I mean, when you were dating that Queerhawk Gambit, you and him seemed more intimate…and I barely touch you and you pull away…I'd like to think that we're going to be a little more…physical…even if it's just hugging every once in a while."

Remy frowned, Asschunk son of a bitch, she'll NEVER get physical with you because she doesn't give a shit about you! he cried, wishing Bobby would hear him.

"We will…" Rogue assured, "I just need time…there's things that happened…back months ago…that I haven't quite…I don't know, dealt with…and before I get…physical…I need to really…deal with it…" she explained.

Remy wanted to reach out and hug her, he knew what she was talking about. The memory of having seen Carol Danvers use Rogue's body to have sex with the very man who'd raped Rogue seven years earlier was still fresh in his head, and it would be for many years to come, although Remy wished that were not the case.

"Oh," Bobby said, downheartedly.

"Look, Remy is the only guy I've ever…been close to…and look where that got me…" she sighed, "I just…I want to wait a little longer…"

"Why? So that you're sure I'm not going to fuck with you the way he did? That I'm not going to hide things?" Bobby demanded.

Rogue heard the hostility in his voice, and it struck her that this might just be the first argument they'd had since they'd started to date six months ago. She'd only been thinking that they never argued because they didn't care merely an hour ago and now, he one seemed to be about to brew.

"No, it's not that," Rogue insisted.

"I'd NEVER hide things from you. I'll never lie to you…I'll never do anything like he did," Bobby assured.

Rogue looked at him, "I know, I know…you love me, and you'll never hurt me," she said, "But this is a story I'm all too familiar with, and while I know you mean it…I just need time, that's all…can you give me that?" she asked.

Bobby paused, "Okay…" he finally agreed, "if time is what you need, then so be it…"

What you NEED is to dump his sorry ass and get your own ass into the hospital wing where MY body is lying. C'mon, Rogue we are MADE for each other, why are you wasting your time with this pathetic loser? Remy asked.

Rogue paused, "Honestly…" she said softly, "about an hour ago I was beginning to think our relationship had no dynamic…that…there was no real…spark…but now…I'm beginning to think differently."

"Why?" Bobby asked. "I mean…why would you think that in the first place."

"I don't know, just a little piece of knowledge…" she shrugged, "y'know, a kind of…belief, that if couples don't fight and never find a reason to fight, they can't really care enough to fight, so they can't really care about each other."

"Jesus, Rogue," Bobby sighed, "y'know, your fighting constantly with that bullshit artist LeBeau has REALLY messed with your mind," he admitted.

You wanna see what a real 'messed up mind' is, Asschunk? Remy asked with detest for the man, you just WAIT until I'm back in my body, I'll ram that thick skull of yours right through that marble floor.

Bobby looked at her, his expression softened, his ice blue eyes met her dark green eyes, "but then how can I expect you to think anything other than that…when the only relationship you ever seemed to have with that asshole was one full of fighting and arguments and breakups. It must be strange to function on an adult relationship where there are no fights and no arguments at all."

"It is, kind of," Rogue confessed. "I'm certainly not used to it. My relationship with you has been very calm compared to my relationship with Remy…"

"And that can only be a good thing, Right?" Bobby asked.

Wrong! She's right, Damn it! Fighting with each other DOES show you care, passion is in that entanglement of emotions that we'd yell out at each other! Passion is in the making up again! The calm after the storm! Remy yelled, desperate to be heard.

"I guess you're right," Rogue nodded, "I guess it isn't healthy to fight all the time. And being content is quite…soothing, really. I never have to worry about our relationship…" Rogue added.

Bobby smiled brightly, "Let me worry for both of us, you never need to worry about anything again."

You better start worryin', PLENTY, Asschunk, Remy remarked bitterly, as he watched them go their separate ways for the night. Because when I'm back in my body, you can kiss this 'calm' relationship with MY woman goodbye.