Rogue tossed and turned under her covers, uncomfortable. It wasn't because of the bed or the confines of the room. Her psyches were starting to get annoyed.
"Come on, forget about it! I'd like some sleep!"
Rogue gritted her teeth, she hadn't exactly slept much the night before because of them. She didn't want it to happen again. She'd gone down to see Mr McCoy, hoping he would remedy it.
"I'll see to it Rogue," he'd said. But she'd seen the worried look in his eyes. Even her psyche McCoy couldn't help her when he was in 'her' literately.
"Rogue, I'm afraid we can't control our dreams... You will be able to shut them out when you gain control over your mutation..." How long would it take to gain control? Would she end up in an asylum, between padded walls before it ever happened? Her touch problem was now at the end of her list: she was more concerned about her sanity.
And then again, she had no control. Kitty had revealed that morning that 'they' were controlling their powers threw her. She'd tried in vein to phase threw something again.
"I can't do it again, Rogue! I'm, like, tired..."
It was Jean, fed up with the whole thing, that just made something float around, proving the point that Rogue couldn't do anything: they were "their" powers.
"At least we kept something of our own," the red head had added.
Rogue turned again, now facing the small expanse of her room. The faint light of the moon illuminated just enough to be able to see Kitty, sleeping soundlessly and the room in it's usual mess.
But something more was nagging Rogue. The bank, the creepy guy, Gambit, the power surge with Kitty, Gambit...
Yes, it was mostly Gambit. Seeing him go old to young in a couple of seconds was the freakiest thing she'd ever witnessed. That was saying a lot when she was living in the Heaven of freaks, and freaks among freaks, like herself... But that wasn't the point. He had...
"...got oldy in a second! Oh my God!" Kitty put it.
"I just hope it didn't happen to me, well us, I mean Rogue... I never really imagined myself old..."
"Ageing is a natural process that..."
"I'm ten in a half!" Jamie had added.
"Wicked," someone else had said.
"Never got old," Wolverine grumbled.
"Gambit was hot!" Jubilee squeaked.
Yes, and it came back to Gambit again. Remy Lebeau, how he liked to call himself, was hiding: in the psyche form and probably in reality too.
She'd turned her head, just a second distracted by the blaring sirens from outside of the bank (did you think that the police and firemen wouldn't have noticed a bank in wreckage?) , and he'd left. It annoyed her. She should have done like Logan had proposed.
A "Flying quick to the head while he recovers!" before he left without a word.
She knew he had recognised her, she'd seen it clearly in his expression: those blazing eyes.
Rogue turned over again.
Yes, so he had recognised her... But his expression had been serious, nearly surprised, panicked. Something she'd never seen 'felt' in him. It had even baffled Remy psyche. The proof: Rogue had tried to get something out of him (since she'd left the bank with the help of the X-men, safely taking some wounded humans out from the place..). But that was another long story. It was clear that Gambit was hiding from her. The psyches had revealed poor information on his behalf (could they imagine themselves in there?). She had called him, asked questions like: "What were ya doing there?"; "what was with the creepy guy?"; "Swamp Rat! If ya don't answer me I'll..."... And so on.
It must have something serious, maybe something from his past that Rogue couldn't detect (how had he managed to block off all his memories in the first place?)
"Remy? Tell meh what's going on!" Rogue could nearly feel his scattered thoughts, there were... She groaned, she couldn't discern what thy were anymore.
Remy wasn't quite! He was annoyingly sarcastic, had a ego bigger than the earth... He would peek in every now and then: a confident line, a funny remark, he didn't seem too phased being trapped in her body, it was Rogue that would feeling uncomfortable when he would remark a pretty girl... And now his missing presence was making her worried. What was so important that had happened at the bank to make him close up? She'd guessed that he had been some sort of thief and all, but this...
"Remy just a copy of the real thing, don't worry 'bout me chere," he finally spoke.
"Ah can feel ya worry (yes, it must have worry), Swamp Rat! Tell meh what's going on..."
He didn't answer, Rogue sat up in frustration. "Ah can't sleep becaus' of ya! Spill the beans now!"
"Ah.. Chere is thinking 'bout Remy. Luv de attention, if only Remy could get out, he'd make it worth a while..."
"Ya messing 'round, Swamp Rat. Spit it out!"
There was a moan from across the room and the ruffle of sheets.
"Rogue, who are you talking too?" Kitty asked with a drowsy voice.
Rogue winced, realising she'd been speaking aloud. For how long?
"No wan [one]."
"This has to stop..." Kitty trailed on, falling back to sleep.
"Rogue," It was the professor. "I might be able to make you go to sleep..."
"No..."
"Rogue, you need a minimum of sleep, you have school tomorrow, and then you can exercise your 'laying back'..."
"Ah'm not tryin' that again! No way!"
"Or you can stay in Mansion all day, in the med Lab with Hank, so he can examine you."
"That's an excellent idea!" Mr McCoy put in.
Rogue cringed, she hated the med Lab, she'd spent enough time in there for a lifetime. Those same white walls, too white and the clean smell, always too clean. Logan growled in threat, he would make her day a hell if she stayed in the med-Lab more than an hour.
"'Kay, Prof., put meh t' sleep. But... will Ah have the dreams?"
"I'm afraid so."
Rogue sighed, feeling suddenly drowsy.
"Good night, Stripes."
"Sleep tight, sweet dreams!" Jamie put in; it was what his mother told him when he went to bed.
It followed with goodnights from most of her psyches, especially Kurt, followed by good words from the adults...
"Bonne nuit, chere," Gambit purred.
"I'm not finished with ya, Swamp R..." Rogue didn't get to finish her phrase for she finally went to sleep.
***
Nah, don't worry about death, he won't be about for a while, well kinda. Oh... this quite short, ya thought you would have Remy and rogue talk along? ahhh, next chapter, for sure. Probably update tomorrow!!! Got it nearly finished, quite long too. Rogue is going to go insane!!!
Ok, gotta go... Haven't finished revising Maths...
Enjoy!! Tomorrow! Promise!
"Come on, forget about it! I'd like some sleep!"
Rogue gritted her teeth, she hadn't exactly slept much the night before because of them. She didn't want it to happen again. She'd gone down to see Mr McCoy, hoping he would remedy it.
"I'll see to it Rogue," he'd said. But she'd seen the worried look in his eyes. Even her psyche McCoy couldn't help her when he was in 'her' literately.
"Rogue, I'm afraid we can't control our dreams... You will be able to shut them out when you gain control over your mutation..." How long would it take to gain control? Would she end up in an asylum, between padded walls before it ever happened? Her touch problem was now at the end of her list: she was more concerned about her sanity.
And then again, she had no control. Kitty had revealed that morning that 'they' were controlling their powers threw her. She'd tried in vein to phase threw something again.
"I can't do it again, Rogue! I'm, like, tired..."
It was Jean, fed up with the whole thing, that just made something float around, proving the point that Rogue couldn't do anything: they were "their" powers.
"At least we kept something of our own," the red head had added.
Rogue turned again, now facing the small expanse of her room. The faint light of the moon illuminated just enough to be able to see Kitty, sleeping soundlessly and the room in it's usual mess.
But something more was nagging Rogue. The bank, the creepy guy, Gambit, the power surge with Kitty, Gambit...
Yes, it was mostly Gambit. Seeing him go old to young in a couple of seconds was the freakiest thing she'd ever witnessed. That was saying a lot when she was living in the Heaven of freaks, and freaks among freaks, like herself... But that wasn't the point. He had...
"...got oldy in a second! Oh my God!" Kitty put it.
"I just hope it didn't happen to me, well us, I mean Rogue... I never really imagined myself old..."
"Ageing is a natural process that..."
"I'm ten in a half!" Jamie had added.
"Wicked," someone else had said.
"Never got old," Wolverine grumbled.
"Gambit was hot!" Jubilee squeaked.
Yes, and it came back to Gambit again. Remy Lebeau, how he liked to call himself, was hiding: in the psyche form and probably in reality too.
She'd turned her head, just a second distracted by the blaring sirens from outside of the bank (did you think that the police and firemen wouldn't have noticed a bank in wreckage?) , and he'd left. It annoyed her. She should have done like Logan had proposed.
A "Flying quick to the head while he recovers!" before he left without a word.
She knew he had recognised her, she'd seen it clearly in his expression: those blazing eyes.
Rogue turned over again.
Yes, so he had recognised her... But his expression had been serious, nearly surprised, panicked. Something she'd never seen 'felt' in him. It had even baffled Remy psyche. The proof: Rogue had tried to get something out of him (since she'd left the bank with the help of the X-men, safely taking some wounded humans out from the place..). But that was another long story. It was clear that Gambit was hiding from her. The psyches had revealed poor information on his behalf (could they imagine themselves in there?). She had called him, asked questions like: "What were ya doing there?"; "what was with the creepy guy?"; "Swamp Rat! If ya don't answer me I'll..."... And so on.
It must have something serious, maybe something from his past that Rogue couldn't detect (how had he managed to block off all his memories in the first place?)
"Remy? Tell meh what's going on!" Rogue could nearly feel his scattered thoughts, there were... She groaned, she couldn't discern what thy were anymore.
Remy wasn't quite! He was annoyingly sarcastic, had a ego bigger than the earth... He would peek in every now and then: a confident line, a funny remark, he didn't seem too phased being trapped in her body, it was Rogue that would feeling uncomfortable when he would remark a pretty girl... And now his missing presence was making her worried. What was so important that had happened at the bank to make him close up? She'd guessed that he had been some sort of thief and all, but this...
"Remy just a copy of the real thing, don't worry 'bout me chere," he finally spoke.
"Ah can feel ya worry (yes, it must have worry), Swamp Rat! Tell meh what's going on..."
He didn't answer, Rogue sat up in frustration. "Ah can't sleep becaus' of ya! Spill the beans now!"
"Ah.. Chere is thinking 'bout Remy. Luv de attention, if only Remy could get out, he'd make it worth a while..."
"Ya messing 'round, Swamp Rat. Spit it out!"
There was a moan from across the room and the ruffle of sheets.
"Rogue, who are you talking too?" Kitty asked with a drowsy voice.
Rogue winced, realising she'd been speaking aloud. For how long?
"No wan [one]."
"This has to stop..." Kitty trailed on, falling back to sleep.
"Rogue," It was the professor. "I might be able to make you go to sleep..."
"No..."
"Rogue, you need a minimum of sleep, you have school tomorrow, and then you can exercise your 'laying back'..."
"Ah'm not tryin' that again! No way!"
"Or you can stay in Mansion all day, in the med Lab with Hank, so he can examine you."
"That's an excellent idea!" Mr McCoy put in.
Rogue cringed, she hated the med Lab, she'd spent enough time in there for a lifetime. Those same white walls, too white and the clean smell, always too clean. Logan growled in threat, he would make her day a hell if she stayed in the med-Lab more than an hour.
"'Kay, Prof., put meh t' sleep. But... will Ah have the dreams?"
"I'm afraid so."
Rogue sighed, feeling suddenly drowsy.
"Good night, Stripes."
"Sleep tight, sweet dreams!" Jamie put in; it was what his mother told him when he went to bed.
It followed with goodnights from most of her psyches, especially Kurt, followed by good words from the adults...
"Bonne nuit, chere," Gambit purred.
"I'm not finished with ya, Swamp R..." Rogue didn't get to finish her phrase for she finally went to sleep.
***
Nah, don't worry about death, he won't be about for a while, well kinda. Oh... this quite short, ya thought you would have Remy and rogue talk along? ahhh, next chapter, for sure. Probably update tomorrow!!! Got it nearly finished, quite long too. Rogue is going to go insane!!!
Ok, gotta go... Haven't finished revising Maths...
Enjoy!! Tomorrow! Promise!