Chapter Six
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"Momma! Why am ah stayin heah foh?" Declan asked, annoyed as Rogue parked the car in front of the Mansion. She sighed and turned back to look at him.
"Ah'm sorry Declan. Ah know ah said it was a one-off thing but something came up and I need to leave you here tonight. Ah can't just leave yah at home on your own," she explained. Declan folded his arms.
"For thah whole naght?" he asked sceptically. Rogue raised her eyebrows.
"Yah. Do yah think yah can handle it?" she smiled. Declan shrugged and then smiled as well.
"Yah. Ah'm just scared that they won't be able to handle me!" he joked and Rogue laughed although inside she was shaking.
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Rogue stepped through the clearing and found that her hands were shaking. In fact, her whole body was shaking. She tried to get herself in control. She had arrived a bit early so she slid down a tree and wrapped her arms around her knees, bringing them close to her. She looked like a little girl. Scared and lost. That was only half of what she felt. She was sure she could handle fighting Sabretooth, Juggernaut, and Magneto all at once better than the challenge she was going to face when Remy arrived.
"Bonjour, Rogue," came a voice from behind her. Rogue immediately stood up, turned round, and jumped back. She raised her fists.
"No need f'r dat, Rogue. It's only Remy," the voice said again and he came into view.
Remy LeBeau. He hadn't changed. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt and blue jeans under his trademark trench coat. He had a cigarette dangling from between his lips.
Rogue had too emotions running through her. Pain, hurt, anger, love. She lowered her fists and stepped back as he came towards her.
"Gambit," she said. She couldn't bring herself to saying his real name. She didn't know why but she just couldn't.
"Long time no see, chere," Remy stated, leaning against a tree in front of her. Rogue looked at him sharply.
"Don't call me that," she said coldly. Remy looked at her and if it were daylight, she would have been able to see the hurt and sorrow in his eyes.
"Okay. Remy won't," he answered shortly. He took the cigarette out his mouth and stumped it. Rogue looked at the crushed cigarette and then over the cliff at the city of Bayville.
"Why did yah want meh tah meet yah here?" she asked quietly as she wrapped her arms around herself at the chill. She was wearing black trousers with a loose blue sweater over a white top. She had so many emotions running through her at once and she couldn't think clearly. All she wanted to do was tell him how much she loved him but then her mind would take her back to the incident five years ago that ended their relationship and also to when she saw him with Belladonna yesterday. She also remembered the little boy who was with them. Presumably his... their son.
"Remy think yo' know, che- Rogue," Remy answered, correcting himself from 'chere' to Rogue. Rogue frowned and turned to give him a cold glare that shook his insides. She showed so much hatred to him that it was all he could not to flinch and turn away from her.
"If ah knew whah yah called meh out here this late so ah was made tah leave mah son at the Mansion, do yah really think ah'd be heah?" she exclaimed, realising her mistake too late. Remy stepped back and searched her face for any sign of emotion and though it was hard for any normal person to see in that dark, Remy's eyes gave him authority to see quite clearly in the dark. So, it was true. She had a son. The truth knocked the air out of him. He was away for a couple of years and she was already out searching for a good lay.
"Un fils, huh? Didn' waste any time did yah, Rogue?" he asked coldly. His words hit Rogue hard. He really thought she was some kind of whore. Rogue's eyes hardened and she stepped toward him menacingly.
"Ah didn' waste any time? What about you? Married and got a son already? Don' think ah didn' notice Belladonna an' that lil' boy sittin' at yah table yesterday!" she exclaimed. Remy stared at her angered face and felt something tug at his heart. He remembered other times when she would be angry at him, sometimes for no reason at all. Yet, those were never as serious as right now. Remy felt himself get lost in her emerald eyes that were burning with rage.
"Well are yah gonna say somethin' or just stand there sayin' nothin'?" Rogue's voice brought him out of his trance. He shook his head to clear his mind. He looked at her face.
"Well, Rogue. What else could Remy do? Yo' had practically kicked Remy out of y'r life anyway. Remy had every right t' marry Belladonna!" he challenged her silently to come back with a comeback.
Rogue was shocked. This wasn't the Remy she had known five years ago. That Remy was full of love and patience. But this Remy, the one that was standing in front of her, he was different. Very different. This Remy was cold and secluded. She looked at him with distaste.
"Ah can't believe ah'm hearin' this! Ah knew there was no point in comin' here tah meet yah! Ah don't even know what made meh come here in the first place! Ah knew it would only end in pain!" she cried. Remy looked at her and realised that deep down he felt the same.
"Yeah Rogue? Yo' really t'ink dat? Well, so does Remy! Remy don't know what possessed him t' leave yah that note on y'r table. But Remy thinks it was the way y' were sittin' lookin' pained and hurt. Remy remembers how y' used that t' trick de enemy. Yo' play with other people's emotions for y', Rogue!" he accused her. Rogue stepped back at the force of his hurtful words. She wasn't one to take crap from anyone but this was too much for her. Tears spilled freely from her eyes. Remy saw them and he had to look away.
"See what Remy means? Y'r cryin' now and hopin' that Remy'll go down on his knees and beg forgiveness an' yo' can do y'r snow queen routine an'-" Remy broke off as Rogue slapped him across the cheek. The noise echoed throughout the dense forest. Her tears had dried and had stopped coming. Remy looked at her, holding his stinging cheek. Her face was full of anger and hatred.
"How dare you!" she hissed, "How dare yah stand there an' let all this crap spill out yah're mouth! Yah have no idea what ah have been through the past fahve years! Do yah really think that ah'm gonna stand heah and take in everythin' yah say tah meh? Yah have no raght tah stand there an' judge meh! Yah hardly even know meh anymore! An' raght now ah think that yah hardly even know yerself," she ended quietly, took one last look at his face and turned to walk away. Remy watched her leave, still holding his cheek. Then it hit him.
If he let her walk out of his life again then that could be the official end of both of them. He had to stop her. He didn't know why but he just had to.
"Rogue, wait!" he yelled after her but she ignored him and kept on walking. He ran after her and once he had caught up with her, he grabbed her wrist.
Rogue looked at her wrist and saw Remy's bare hand clutching it. "Curse him! He remembered about mah powers and kept away from mah skin!" she cursed silently. She looked up at his face and found it hard to read his emotions.
"Let go," she said in a deadly quiet voice. Remy flinched from the tone of her voice. But he didn't let go.
"Non, chere. Not until y' listen t' Remy," he argued. She looked at him, staring right into his eyes. Remy could see extreme dislike in her eyes but behind that exterior, he could also see the pain and hints of love. He used his empathy to tap into her feelings. Maybe that would prepare him for what she might say and/or do. He felt pain coming from her. That was all. No anger, no love. Just pain.
"If yah don't let go of mah wrist, ah'll scream," she threatened, again in that cold and quiet voice. Remy sighed and let go. To his surprise, she didn't walk away. "Good, now I can talk t' her," he thought.
"Listen, Rogue. I just wanna tell y' dat am getting' married t' Belladonna an' I have a kid wit' her," he explained quickly. He searched her face to see any emotion but it remained unchanged.
Rogue's heart was breaking into tiny pieces all over again. She had been through it five years ago and now she was going through it again. But she wasn't going to weep and sob and bawl like she did last time.
"So? Why are yah tellin' meh foh?" she asked attempting to sound careless. She looked up at the dark, star-filled sky and forced the second batch of tears back down to where they belonged. Remy stepped away from her. Why was she denying everything between them?
"I t'ought y' might wanna know. Y'know, after everythin' we've been t'rough t'get'er," he answered, mind caught up in the past. Rogue looked at him.
"That's in the past, Gambit. It's best if yah just forget 'bout what we had in thah past. Ah already have," she said but deep down she would never ever forget what was between them. It was too precious to just forget about and never give a second thought to.
Remy was thinking the same thing. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Rogue wanted to just forget everything they had? Never give it another thought?
"Y' really t'ink dat, Rogue?" he asked softly. Rogue looked away. If she looked into his eyes, she would burst into tears.
"Yes," she answered. Remy looked at her again and frowned.
"Who was dat garcon dat was sittin' at y'r table yesterday?" he asked suddenly, forgetting the slip-up Rogue had made earlier. Rogue's eyes widened. "O'h no! Ah can't tell him 'bout Declan! Not after all that we've said an' agreed on!" she thought, panicking. Remy waited expectantly, folding is arms.
"He...he..." Rogue stuttered, at loss of words. Remy felt his insides burn.
"He's y'r son, isn't he?" he stated. Rogue looked at him and nodded silently.
"Didn' t'ink you'd be de kind t' forget y'r first love so easily, Rogue," he said coldly, hurting like hell. Rogue couldn't believe his words. They were starting at the beginning all over again. She couldn't take this anymore.
"Ah'm goin back, Gambit," she said quietly. Remy ignored her.
"So who's de lucky homme, Rogue? Scott? Bobby? Pietro? Or is it just some fancy businessman dat caught y'r eye?" he rambled on with Rogue just looking at him sadly.
"Ah need tah go, Gambit," she said again. Remy ignored her again, caught up in his own rage against her.
"So when was de weddin'? Was it a big fancy one wit y'r man dishin' out f'r all de fancies? What's y'r fils name, Rogue? Is it somet'ing really posh and snooty like Rupert or maybe Thomas?" he went on, not even considering the fact that he had seen the child's eyes that were the same as his own. Rogue looked away from him, eyes slowly starting to fill.
"Ah'm goin' away, Gambit. An' don' expect meh tah come back anytime soon," she said, walking away. Remy watched her for a second before filling with disgust and running to catch up with her. He grabbed her wrist and when she didn't turn around, he swung her round forcefully so she was pressed against him. She looked up at him with a strange sort of fear in her eyes.
"Y'r worthless, Rogue. Right now, y' just proved Remy right on everythin' Remy said back then. Y'r never gonna find anyone who's just gonna love y' f'r y'. Y'r a whore, Rogue," he finished spitefully before pushing her away. She didn't stay back for long. She came right back up with a punch to his jaw. He stumbled back, holding his face. He smirked at her.
"Does de trut' hurt? Y'r fils not gonna last long wit' y' as his mot'er. An' his pere is probably gonna abandon y' an' him when he sees de real y'," he cursed and walked away, out of the forest. Rogue watched him leave before collapsing on her knees.
"But you are his father," she cried out before putting her head in her hands and sobbing. She couldn't believe all of those nasty and hurtful things he had said to her. Did he not have a self-conscious?
"That isn't the Remy ah fell in love with. It can't be. This Remy is too hurtful to be the father of mah child," Rogue thought, wiping away most of her tears before getting up and walking away in the opposite direction of where Remy had just left.
Hidden behind some trees, a figure had watched the two adults fight. He had tears running down his cheek. He vowed to get the two of them back together again. If it was the last thing, he ever did.