Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or basic storylines from the X-Men. I do, however, own Matthew. And yet, still I am poor beyond belief.
Authors Note: THANK YOU REVIEWERS! You all make me so happy. Also, for anyone who actually read the two whole chapters I posted for To Remember Yesterday (this means you Ishandahalf) I'm going to delete that story and repost it later. I worked myself into a corner and can't find a way to continue it from here, but I've come up with a new solution, which requires deleting it and hitting it from a new angle. Same basic story and plot, just starting somewhere different. But there will still be some Romy goodness before she forgets everything.
And, for the record, when I type I get in a hurry and may shorten words (through turns into thru). It happens. And since, every one knows what that means, just deal and don't criticize it. When I get in a hurry and want to get this stuff up, these things happen. Also, if the Professor seemed a little OOC, it's explained here. And as for the accents being thicker in the last chapter it was for good reason. They were upset, and I don't care who you are, if you have an accent to another person, and you're seriously pissed off, it thickens. It's how the process works, and usually the person doesn't have control of it.
Also, school has resumed. (Hence the long wait for the update). Sorry, they won't be as fast as they used to be. Between nursing school (and my newfound obsession for King Arthur) I'm finding it hard to keep up with these stories. I will try harder though.
And that said, onto the good stuff. (At least I hope.)
Matthew
Chapter Eight: Confrontations
"Professor, I am a little confused," Scott began as he and Charles exited the control room and headed for the upper levels and their waiting classes.
"About what Scott?" Charles asked, as they boarded the elevator and began to ascend.
"Why you had them go to the danger room to work this out," Scott crossed his arms across his chest and looked down at the Professor. "No offense, but that's more like something Logan would do."
Charles chuckled softly. "You do have a point. Well, I have two reasons for doing what I have done. The first is, the danger room needs to get a feel for Gambits fighting style and what exactly he is capable of, since he will be staying on. This presents the perfect opportunity for the computer to get a reading while the boys work off some tension."
Scott nodded in understanding. "And the other reason?"
"Quite frankly, I agree with Mr. LeBeau. Mr. Drake had no rights in saying what he did, and it hurt Rogue a great deal. That combined with his actions over the past several months has led up to this," Charles explained.
"So what you're saying, is he's getting what he's been asking for?" Scott simplified.
"In a manner of speaking, I suppose I am," the exited the elevator. "Besides, I have asked Ororo to make sure they do not kill one another, so I'm confident that this will only end in our favor," Charles paused and turned to Scott. "Perhaps after this experience, it is my hope, they will have a new found respect for one another."
Scott nodded slowly. "Or they'll be at each others throats for an entirely different matter," he mused, thinking to his and Logan's ongoing competition.
"Let us hope then, that that is not the case," Charles turned towards his office, where his class met.
"I just have one more question Professor," Scott called after him. The older mutant stopped and turned his chair to face the younger X-Men leader. "What are you going to do when Rogue gets home?"
A frown crossed Charles face at that moment. "I must think of something."
"Yeah, cause no matter who you put in that danger room with her and Bobby, she'll kill him," Scott said aloud what they'd both been thinking. "See you after class Professor," with that he turned and headed for his own mechanics class out in the garage.
"Oh dear," Charles mumbled furrowing his brow. "This is a predicament," he turned and wheeled to his class, trying to think of what would be best.
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Remy walked outside the mansion, still in his uniform and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of one of the many pockets of his ever present trench coat. He'd found them in Rogue's bed table the night before and would seriously have to talk to her about adopting his filthy habits. It'd felt good to lay into that Iceman kid. Probably better than it should have. Despite what he'd told the young man, this was far from over. If Bobby so much as looked at Rogue funny, he was a dead man.
Remy found a large tree and sank down against the trunk, shaking out a smoke and pulling it between his lips, lighting it with his index finger. He took a long drag and let out a contented sigh. Before rolling quickly to the right, as a loud SNIKT sounded and three claws pierced the trunk where his head had previously occupied. Gambit landed on his feet, three cards already glowing in his hand as he glared daggers at Wolverine, who had a somewhat disappointed look. "Can Ah help y' monsieur?"
"Not bad reflexes kid," Wolverine growled, pulling his left hand free from the tree.
"Merci," Gambit replied, relaxing slightly, keeping a defensive stance and withdrawing the charge from his cards. He began to shuffle them expertly between his nimble fingers, charging and uncharging them as he went. "Now, what Remy do fer y'?"
"You hurt her, and the next time," Wolverine held his right hand in front of his face for the Cajun to see, popping his claws out with a loud SNIKT. "It won't matter how fast you are."
"What be y' problem wit moi?" Remy asked, eyeing Wolverine cautiously, sizing the older man up.
"You don't deserve her Gumbo," Wolverine growled turning and heading back towards the house.
"Dat may be monsieur," Remy said, knowing the other man could hear him. "But y' be to old fer her."
Logan paused, his sensitive hearing picking up every word. His hands tingled with the urge to rip out Remy's beating heart and feed it to Sabertooth. He would have too, if at that exact moment, Rogue's Mustang hadn't roared into the driveway.
Remy noticed it too and was already taking off towards the car. "We continue dis later non?" he called over his shoulder before rushing to the car, opening the door for Rogue and offering her his hand.
Logan let out a low growl as he watched Remy pull Rogue into his arms and kiss her briefly. No matter how brief the kiss was, Logan could see all the passion behind it. He let out another low growl before turning and heading into the woods behind the mansion, to blow off some excess steam.
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"Bonjour mon amore," Remy said, as he pulled open the drivers door of Rogues car and held his hand out for her, helping her out of the vehicle.
"Hey Sugah," Rogue smiled up at him, indulging in the brief, chaste kiss he placed upon her lips.
"How was y' day?" Remy asked, pulling her bag out of the back seat as Kitty and Jubilee giggled at the two before heading into the house.
"Fahne. Ah aced mah speech," Rogue replied, wrapping her arm around his waist, as he wrapped his around her shoulders and kissed her head as they headed into the mansion. "Did ya save meh any?"
"Oui," Remy grinned as they entered the front hall and headed towards the stairs. "Non think it be a good idea t' kill de garcon on de second day here," Remy added as they started up towards the bedroom.
"True. That's more of a fourth day thing," Rogue grinned, leaning her head against his shoulder, reveling in the familiar warmth he provided. "Ah'll do it then."
They entered her bedroom and Remy threw Rogues bag on the floor while she peeled off her blazer and letting down her hair. Remy flopped down on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows and watched her as she ran her fingers through her hair and turned to face him. "Y'know, Ah lahke that uniform," she said, striding over to him and straddling his waist. "It's sexy," she ran her hands around his torso.
"Dat so?" Remy smirked as he leaned forward, pulling a silk scarf from one of the many pockets of his jacket and placing it over her lips, kissing her deeply through it. The kiss intensified and his hands moved over her hips and hers moved around his neck, pulling them closer to one another, when an voice entered their minds.
'Rogue, Remy, please join me in my office,' Charles voice requested before fading out of their minds.
Rogue groaned against the cloth and Remy's lips before pulling away. "Ah hate when he does that."
"Does it happen often chere?"
"Yeah pretty much," she answered climbing off him and pulling him to his feet. "Remember where we were 'kay," she smiled seductively at him before intertwining her fingers with his and leading him towards the door.
Remy merely smirked in response and the two walked down together.
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Later that night Bobby frowned at his reflection as he stood shirtless before his bathroom mirror. There was a large, tender bruise covering his chest, matching the one forming under his left eye. He reached up and felt the back of his head, wincing at the pain caused by the large knot that had already formed there. His body ached all over and he wasn't looking forward to trying to sleep that night. Dr. McCoy had been kind and given him some pain killers, but they merely dulled the aftermath of the Cajuns attack. Bobby let out a sigh and reached over turning out the light. All in all he was pretty fortunate. It would have been a lot worse if Rogue had been the one who had gotten a hold of him.
He opened the bathroom door and stepped into his bedroom, only to find the woman he'd been avoiding all afternoon lying casually on his bed, filing her nails.
"Evenin' sugah," Rogue replied in a saccharine sweet voice, as she looked up at him, anger and hate in her deep green eyes.
"Hey Rogue," Bobby replied slowly, eyeing her cautiously from across the room.
"Mah, mah, Rems sure did a number on ya didn't he?" She asked, rising from the bed and walking over slowly. She stopped before him and placed a small hand on his chest, where the bruise had formed. "Poor baby. Bettah make sure Candace kisses that one," she pushed her fingers into the bruise through her black silk gloves, causing Bobby to grit his teeth and wince in pain.
"Rogue I'm sorry about earlier," he began, backing away from her and into the wall.
"Oh Ah'm sure ya are," Rogue replied, anger lacing her voice. "Ah'm sure ya are. Now, Remy may have let ya off the hook, but Ah know him. And Ah know one more slip up and yer a dead man, and ya bettah hope it's him that does the killin' ya hear?"
Bobby nodded slowly, not recognizing this new anger that seemed to have taken over her. He'd only ever seen it in one other woman before, and that was his Mother when a bully had been beating him up on the playground when he was seven. It clicked for him then. What he'd said earlier, Rogue had taken as a direct hit against her dead son, and he knew now that he was going to have to do a lot of groveling to make that up.
"Good. Now that we understand each other, let meh just add one more thing," she jabbed her finger into the bruise again. "Don't ya evah talk about mah baby lahke that again."
"Of course not," Bobby said, shaking his head.
"Alright then," Rogue said, backing away and glaring at him one last time before sashaying towards the door. "Night then." She left the room, letting the door slam behind her.
Bobby gulped and watched the door for several minutes after she had left. Despite what both Southerners had said, he had a feeling that his outburst was far from forgiven.
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Remy sat in bed scrolling through some of the mansions files on his laptop when Rogue entered the room. "Did y' kill 'im mon amore?"
"Non," Rogue replied, pulling off her gloves and changing into her pajamas, well aware of the Cajun's eyes on her the whole time. "Ah promised the Professor Ah wouldn't didn't Ah?" she replied slipping on her socks and crawling into bed next to him. "Have ya called Mattie yet?"
"Non, we do dat tomorrow hahn? She'll be wantin' t' speak t' y' as well," Remy answered, shutting down the machine and kissing her head.
"Sounds good," Rogue yawned and snuggled farther under the covers as Remy turned out the light and wrapped his arms around her. "Night sugah. Love you."
"Love y' to ma cherie," Remy kissed her head again as they both began to drift off to sleep.
"Hey Rems?"
"Oui?"
"Ah'm glad yer here."
"Meh too cherie, meh too."
Authors Note: There you have it folks. An update. Sorry it took so long, but there's a lot of stuff to learn, and apparently, we have to teach it to ourselves. It's quite sad really. But I was determined to get this up before February ended, so if it seems rushed I'm sorry. This is really just a filler chapter anyway. (And I absolutely DESPISE fillers). Consider it my early Valentines gift to you all (complete with Romy Fluff). Happy Valentines Day! R R please!