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BE SAFE
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All she heard when she left was a voice in her head telling her to be safe.
"Ah will Professor, ah will." She softly said, knowing he heard her. Tears came to her eyes again. "Wha's happenin' t'me?"
Depressing thoughts in mind, she walked to the bus station nearest the Institute and waited for the bus to come and take her away from her nightmare and all the things she loved the most.
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Remy woke up the next day, painfully aware of his hurting eyes and members. He had fallen asleep from exhaustion last night on the wooden seat of the balcony. He hadn't slept well either, her face had come running back to him in his nightmares...because it was simple torture to see her like she had been. Sad, afraid and insecure. Like himself. He closed his eyelids again. He didn't want to see what was surrounding him. Of course, he knew where he was : on the grounds of the Institute...where Rogue lived. New pain jolted through his body. He needed to get near her, to talk to her, to tell her why he had left, why he hadn't said good bye, why he hadn't come back sooner, that he hadn't stopped loving her and frankly never will...to win her back. He was conscious his reasons where nothing compared to her hurt. He was conscious she wouldn't let him in. But he had to try.
He slowly got up, jumped on the grass under the balcony and made his way to the main entrance, not bothering with the alarm system when it finally decided to ring...when he had already reached the door.
There, he sensed something wasn't right. Empathy did that to you sometimes. He stepped back just moments before Wolverine slashed the door opened and slammed his feet in it, sending the pieces flying by Remy.
"Relax, mon ami, Remy doesn't mean no harm..." He got a right punch in the stomach for that.
His temper dropped down a notch. He didn't have time for this! Couldn't the man just back off when he wasn't concerned? Plus, he didn't feel like fighting. His mind was filled with Rogue's hurtful eyes and it scared the hell out of him. He needed to talk to his love. He simply wanted to do that...not fight with some blood-craver like him! Only that and he would leave after if it was necessary. He hated this. He hated the way they were always ready to destroy him. Didn't they know he loved Rogue and that he wouldn't blow the house with her in it? Of course, he never would blow the Institute because he had friends in it but his chérie was more important than anybody else.
"Look, bonhomme, Remy only wants to be part of the team... Let him in."
Wolverine didn't sound convinced and so he went for another punch.
The Professor's voice was heard. "Logan, he is telling the truth. Let him come inside."
With much grumbling, Wolverine lowered his fist, stepped aside and let the Cajun through.
In the Professor's office, he didn't need to plead his cause. The headman knew all about his reasons for coming here to join the team, especially a girl with emerald eyes. Which was an interesting fact since the girl had gone. Last night, the Professor had heard her mental debate with herself. She projected so loudly, it was impossible not to notice. She had needed to leave, to be alone, to think, so he had let her. He wasn't in the least nervous or anxious about her cause. She needed time alone. In any case, she knew she always had a home here. That was what was so fantastic about the man : when you needed him he was always present devoid of any exuberance or judgment.
What he was concerned about was Remy's reaction.
"Hum, Mr. Lebeau, I am aware of all your reasons but, this is delicate, Rogue is gone. She left this night."
Remy's world came crashing down around him. She had left?
A soft "Why?" escaped his parted lips. He suspected it was because of his arrival but...did she hate him that much?
Right at the moment though, he had other things to dwell over. He got up abruptly and went to the door, determination written on his beautiful face.
"Mr. Lebeau."
He stopped with his hand on the door knob but didn't turn back.
"When you see her, please don't brusque her. She may seem though but it is an illusion she has created around her."
"We love her all here...don't do anything harsh or...I'll kill ya," added Wolverine who couldn't fallow him even if his instincts screamed at him to do so. The Professor had mentally ordered him not to. Something to do with "They need to do this alone Logan."
Remy closed the door behind him, his footsteps unheard in the silent corridor. He didn't leave immediately, he had something to do before he left. He marched down another corridor, this one full of kids waking up and not looking in front of them, not caring about the students who passed him by with raised eyebrows. He had to knock Summers on the wall though because the guy threatened to kill him.
He arrived before the door and pushed it ajar. The room was empty. One side of it was furnished with girly stuff while the other was bereft of anything that had to do with the word cute. He went that way and sat on the bed. On Rogue's bed.
"Dis isn't t'way it's supposed t'be, chérie...you're supposed t'be sittin' right here, besides me." He sighted. Sitting here wasn't going to change anything in his life. Get up and move man! And that's what he did.
The first thing he had to do was question the bus drivers that had passed through Bayville last night. He was sure, no, he knew his girl wasn't still in the city.
She wanted to run away? Well he wouldn't let her.
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Note the last paragraph: the self-assured teaser Remy we SO like is back! Hurray!
I know I started on an angst but I don't like to write those...it makes me cry so I'll settle on pure romance.
Now I really need your help. REALLY. Where do you want Rogue to run away? Amazonia? London? Taiwan? The Alps? Chili? WHERE? (make it a little original...like not NYC or anything that has to do with the US or Canada...except if you want her to go live with the Inuits up north ; ) You decide! (I feel like Ryan Seacrest on American Idol...oh no, more like Ben Mulroney on Canadian Idol...that's it...much more pathetic...oh well...) And since you're at it, REVIEW! I'll be writing as soon as you do so...my theory is that reviews are the writer's fuel...
Daughterofdeath: your words are my command ; you got your new chapter even if it's a really short one!
Ishandahalf: bunny-not-on-crack-with-an-amputated-leg fast...I know, sorry about it too.
Silver Ink: or should I call you Romy whore? It's your words, not mine ; )...I really appreciated the constructive comment. Thanks.
Enchantedlight: happy to know you loved first chapter (I'm in love with it too...I cried writing it...my own story...how pathetic.)
All she heard when she left was a voice in her head telling her to be safe.
"Ah will Professor, ah will." She softly said, knowing he heard her. Tears came to her eyes again. "Wha's happenin' t'me?"
Depressing thoughts in mind, she walked to the bus station nearest the Institute and waited for the bus to come and take her away from her nightmare and all the things she loved the most.
***
Remy woke up the next day, painfully aware of his hurting eyes and members. He had fallen asleep from exhaustion last night on the wooden seat of the balcony. He hadn't slept well either, her face had come running back to him in his nightmares...because it was simple torture to see her like she had been. Sad, afraid and insecure. Like himself. He closed his eyelids again. He didn't want to see what was surrounding him. Of course, he knew where he was : on the grounds of the Institute...where Rogue lived. New pain jolted through his body. He needed to get near her, to talk to her, to tell her why he had left, why he hadn't said good bye, why he hadn't come back sooner, that he hadn't stopped loving her and frankly never will...to win her back. He was conscious his reasons where nothing compared to her hurt. He was conscious she wouldn't let him in. But he had to try.
He slowly got up, jumped on the grass under the balcony and made his way to the main entrance, not bothering with the alarm system when it finally decided to ring...when he had already reached the door.
There, he sensed something wasn't right. Empathy did that to you sometimes. He stepped back just moments before Wolverine slashed the door opened and slammed his feet in it, sending the pieces flying by Remy.
"Relax, mon ami, Remy doesn't mean no harm..." He got a right punch in the stomach for that.
His temper dropped down a notch. He didn't have time for this! Couldn't the man just back off when he wasn't concerned? Plus, he didn't feel like fighting. His mind was filled with Rogue's hurtful eyes and it scared the hell out of him. He needed to talk to his love. He simply wanted to do that...not fight with some blood-craver like him! Only that and he would leave after if it was necessary. He hated this. He hated the way they were always ready to destroy him. Didn't they know he loved Rogue and that he wouldn't blow the house with her in it? Of course, he never would blow the Institute because he had friends in it but his chérie was more important than anybody else.
"Look, bonhomme, Remy only wants to be part of the team... Let him in."
Wolverine didn't sound convinced and so he went for another punch.
The Professor's voice was heard. "Logan, he is telling the truth. Let him come inside."
With much grumbling, Wolverine lowered his fist, stepped aside and let the Cajun through.
In the Professor's office, he didn't need to plead his cause. The headman knew all about his reasons for coming here to join the team, especially a girl with emerald eyes. Which was an interesting fact since the girl had gone. Last night, the Professor had heard her mental debate with herself. She projected so loudly, it was impossible not to notice. She had needed to leave, to be alone, to think, so he had let her. He wasn't in the least nervous or anxious about her cause. She needed time alone. In any case, she knew she always had a home here. That was what was so fantastic about the man : when you needed him he was always present devoid of any exuberance or judgment.
What he was concerned about was Remy's reaction.
"Hum, Mr. Lebeau, I am aware of all your reasons but, this is delicate, Rogue is gone. She left this night."
Remy's world came crashing down around him. She had left?
A soft "Why?" escaped his parted lips. He suspected it was because of his arrival but...did she hate him that much?
Right at the moment though, he had other things to dwell over. He got up abruptly and went to the door, determination written on his beautiful face.
"Mr. Lebeau."
He stopped with his hand on the door knob but didn't turn back.
"When you see her, please don't brusque her. She may seem though but it is an illusion she has created around her."
"We love her all here...don't do anything harsh or...I'll kill ya," added Wolverine who couldn't fallow him even if his instincts screamed at him to do so. The Professor had mentally ordered him not to. Something to do with "They need to do this alone Logan."
Remy closed the door behind him, his footsteps unheard in the silent corridor. He didn't leave immediately, he had something to do before he left. He marched down another corridor, this one full of kids waking up and not looking in front of them, not caring about the students who passed him by with raised eyebrows. He had to knock Summers on the wall though because the guy threatened to kill him.
He arrived before the door and pushed it ajar. The room was empty. One side of it was furnished with girly stuff while the other was bereft of anything that had to do with the word cute. He went that way and sat on the bed. On Rogue's bed.
"Dis isn't t'way it's supposed t'be, chérie...you're supposed t'be sittin' right here, besides me." He sighted. Sitting here wasn't going to change anything in his life. Get up and move man! And that's what he did.
The first thing he had to do was question the bus drivers that had passed through Bayville last night. He was sure, no, he knew his girl wasn't still in the city.
She wanted to run away? Well he wouldn't let her.
***
Note the last paragraph: the self-assured teaser Remy we SO like is back! Hurray!
I know I started on an angst but I don't like to write those...it makes me cry so I'll settle on pure romance.
Now I really need your help. REALLY. Where do you want Rogue to run away? Amazonia? London? Taiwan? The Alps? Chili? WHERE? (make it a little original...like not NYC or anything that has to do with the US or Canada...except if you want her to go live with the Inuits up north ; ) You decide! (I feel like Ryan Seacrest on American Idol...oh no, more like Ben Mulroney on Canadian Idol...that's it...much more pathetic...oh well...) And since you're at it, REVIEW! I'll be writing as soon as you do so...my theory is that reviews are the writer's fuel...
Daughterofdeath: your words are my command ; you got your new chapter even if it's a really short one!
Ishandahalf: bunny-not-on-crack-with-an-amputated-leg fast...I know, sorry about it too.
Silver Ink: or should I call you Romy whore? It's your words, not mine ; )...I really appreciated the constructive comment. Thanks.
Enchantedlight: happy to know you loved first chapter (I'm in love with it too...I cried writing it...my own story...how pathetic.)