Logan watched as Rogue slept in a spare bedroom. He hadn't had the heart to
take her in the med-bay, that place always made him uncomfortable.
After have applied wet flannels on her forehead and making her eat some soup, she'd finally found some sleep. Logan wished that Ororo and Charles could come back earlier than planned. The kid needed some serious help. It was even worse than Logan had thought: she must have been sprouting her psyches powers when she fought in the Danger Room.
Logan peeled his gloves off he'd used to tend to Rogue. He wished he'd just let her absorb him to heal her, but he was frightened it'd make her more disoriented than she already was. He tried to reassure himself: she was resting now.
With last look in the room, and the security camera in the far corner, Logan left. The other kids would soon be back and he had to make sure they didn't put up any trouble or destruction. Rogue would be fine, he'd hear if she cried out. Plus, he needed to talk to Kitty and Kurt, they ought to know to keep an eye on Rogue, for her own safety.
Rogue stirred lightly in her sleep, strands of her hair falling in front of her face as she rolled over on the bed. A small frown rested on her forehead, and her thick lashes would, once in a while, tremble.
She wanted to open her eyes, but it was impossible. Exhaustion had finally claimed her, and she now had no more control over her body. Sleep would have easily taken her, but she refused.
***
Logan, Kitty and Kurt sat around the kitchen table. The blue demon and the young woman would glance at each other, wondering what Logan had to do with them.
"Ze green paint ze other day wazn't meh," Kurt finally broke the silence.
To the teenager's surprise, Logan didn't comment, he was deep in thought.
"Is everything, like, okay?" He didn't respond. "Mr Logan?" Kitty called.
"Yeah, half pint..." he started. "I mean no," he quickly corrected. He looked up, his face grave. "I have something to ask you."
Silence followed for a long moment, Logan was wondering how to say this.
"I want ya to be extra careful with Rogue."
"Why? Is something wrong?"
"What'z ze matter with mein sister?"
"I think Stripes is having problems with her voices again," he explained resting his palms against the surface of the table. "I'm not sure what's up with her, I think she just needs to focus on her surroundings, and not... in her head."
"I don't underztand."
"What you mean, is, like, she mustn't listen to her 'voices'?" Kitty asked tentatively. The freshman about understood what was happening to Rogue. But the Goth had said that she'd manage to control them... Rogue wouldn't lie to her, to Kitty. Surely. They were friends after all.
"Yeah, that about sums it up," Logan said nodding slightly. He wasn't sure he even understood what he was saying. "I just don't want her to be left on her own to long..."
"I don't really now what it iz," Kurt said, worry showing clearly in his yellow eyes. "But I will do everyzing if it makez Rogue better."
"That's the spirit, Kids."
***
While Logan, Kitty and Kurt talked lower down in the Mansion, Rogue was having trouble making coherent thoughts. At least Gambit was quiet.
She was trying to examine what she'd seen previously, what was meant to be a memory. Had she been in some military base? They were sure a lot of soldiers. What had Gambit been doing? Probably thieving. But what? Had she been working for...Sinister?
The last thought made her shiver. Sinister. She'd never seen him, never talked to him. But she knew, deep down, that it was all because of him. Anger rose in Rogue. It was frustrating, knowing... but not remembering. But then again, did she want to know? She could continue her life as usual, like if nothing had happened. Put everything behind...
Rogue sniffed, there was a faint smell of burnt. She lightly panicked; trying to force her eyes open, but, as before, they stayed tightly shut.
And what if she was being attacked by some of Sinister's cronies? She knew they were some; like the woman who'd come to recruit her, then there had been Gambit... Or was he still alive, still working for the mad scientist? She shivered again, not liking where her thoughts were taking her. Or was it just the cold?
"Chere has goosebumps..."
"Stay out, Swamp Rat," Rogue croaked
"D' ya wont Remy to make dat sore throat better?" The meaning was obvious in his husky voice.
"Stay out, ya perv," Rogue said more forcefully.
"Chere looks like an angel when ya leave ya make-up out," he continued, ignoring her threats.
Rogue felt the covers being lifted back over her shoulders. Her mind reeled. Gambit was intangible! He couldn't move objects! Psyche Remy couldn't. So who was this?
Rogue opened her brilliant green eyes, her heart beating faster in her chest. He looked exactly like his psyche, or nearly: the scar on the far right side of his cheek seemed larger, his forehead more worn. He smiled anyhow and his red on black eyes shined brighter than Rogue had ever seen.
"Hey," he simply said crouching down next to the bed to look at Rogue directly in the eye. He brought his hand up, stroking Rogue's hair behind her ear. He didn't have his gloves on... What did this mean.
Rogue was incapable of moving, just like when she'd been caught by the strange mutant Death. Words were lost to her.
"Ya look surprised, chere. Remy told ya he'd come back. Were de words lost to ya that night?"
'That night'... Which night was he talking about? Before Sinister? In the month she'd been away?
"Can.. can chere remember now?" he asked.
The conversation slowly came back to Rogue. It was 'that night'. The first night she'd been back... Nevertheless, she'd thought that had been psyche Remy! Had it been psyche Remy? She'd struck him, he'd bled... She observed him attentively. Yes, there on the left side of his forehead was a faint bruise, nearly completely gone...
Rogue slowly shook her head. No, it wasn't possible... Gambit could touch her... She could touch?
"It'll come back..."
It was the weirdest moment in Rogue's life. Gambit sat there, next to her, stroking her hair with a longing expression, whereas Rogue's mind was reeling. She hardly knew him, this was madness!
The faint touch of his fingers against her cheek as he brought a lock of white hair behind her ear repeatedly soothed her lightly. It rather felt good. It wasn't really touching, Rogue wanted to make sure this was real.
With a big effort, she brought her hand up, capturing his in her own pale bare one. The inside of his fingers was rather rough, but pleasant. And Rogue waited for the pulling to start... They stared at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. It never came.
Rogue wanted to cry. She'd lost what had been stopping her from having a normal life, but then again, she just wanted to knock Gambit out cold right now...
All of Rogue's troubles, fatigue left her all together as she pulled Gambit closer. Correction, this was the weirdest moment: she suddenly had the urge to touch him more. It was a kind of teen-ager phantasm, but she'd been denied it since her mutation had manifested and she now wanted to catch up everything she'd missed. She kissed him, he kissed her: let's say they kissed.
***
Logan walked back down the corridor towards the room he'd left Rogue in. He just wanted to make sure she was all right.
Then he caught the faint smell of burnt, coming from... Logan stopped in tracks, sniffing his surroundings. He took a step forwards, and then he realised it came from Rogue's room.
Logan rushed down and pushed the door to her room roughly open. He panted, his heart beating franticly.
Rogue was still asleep. Her face was now turned the other way: she must have turned around. The window was still closed, the curtains still drown. However, he didn't miss the camera. The small bit of high tech in the room, suspended in the far corner was fuming, destroyed. The whole room smelt of it, covering even Rogue's usually strange scent. He opened the window slightly, letting the fumes go out.
Logan looked suspiciously out of the window, searching for any smell or footprint in sight. It was already getting dark, and rain was not long to come: he wouldn't find anything. He looked back inside, watching Rogue. Had she blown up the camera? Whatever it was, a mystery was in the air, and when it came to Wolverine, it never stayed secret for long.
***
Short chapter, I know...... Well, I've finally brought back real Gambit... What the hell is going on between Rogue and Remy? Rather weird, huh? Naughty Rogue, she's using him... Or is he using her? Tutt tutt, to many questions (I'm actually asking them myself! To tell you the truth, I'm kinda wadding in my own story, it didn't turn out how I'd originally planned it! Took a sharp turn right somewhere...)
Snitter in Rivendell : another looooong review! Just like them! Yeah, probably next chapter, she's going to wonder if she can 'really touch' and that means trying... but who? Anyone you want? I haven't really decided yet.
Sarah-Crysala: :D ! Did I do well on the action? Well, kinda of action... it's just not what I do best...
Yumiko: Sugar and spice... watching? Is it a cartoon, film? Because I've been wondering where the websites get their sound tracks of Rogue and Remy... Do you know?
Winter fire: best chapter yet? Hope i'll manage to do even better....
Ishandahalf, just a question like that, does your name mean anything special? I hope Remy/Rogue 'bonding' didn't weird you out!
Panther Nesmeth: Wait for when Rogue manages to contact her psyches again, that will be cool! Imagine all she can do!!!
Weeble wobble chic: update is here! (short, yeah... *sighs... got school and all... pretty long to update for such a short chapter...
Well, what do you think? REVIEW!!!!
After have applied wet flannels on her forehead and making her eat some soup, she'd finally found some sleep. Logan wished that Ororo and Charles could come back earlier than planned. The kid needed some serious help. It was even worse than Logan had thought: she must have been sprouting her psyches powers when she fought in the Danger Room.
Logan peeled his gloves off he'd used to tend to Rogue. He wished he'd just let her absorb him to heal her, but he was frightened it'd make her more disoriented than she already was. He tried to reassure himself: she was resting now.
With last look in the room, and the security camera in the far corner, Logan left. The other kids would soon be back and he had to make sure they didn't put up any trouble or destruction. Rogue would be fine, he'd hear if she cried out. Plus, he needed to talk to Kitty and Kurt, they ought to know to keep an eye on Rogue, for her own safety.
Rogue stirred lightly in her sleep, strands of her hair falling in front of her face as she rolled over on the bed. A small frown rested on her forehead, and her thick lashes would, once in a while, tremble.
She wanted to open her eyes, but it was impossible. Exhaustion had finally claimed her, and she now had no more control over her body. Sleep would have easily taken her, but she refused.
***
Logan, Kitty and Kurt sat around the kitchen table. The blue demon and the young woman would glance at each other, wondering what Logan had to do with them.
"Ze green paint ze other day wazn't meh," Kurt finally broke the silence.
To the teenager's surprise, Logan didn't comment, he was deep in thought.
"Is everything, like, okay?" He didn't respond. "Mr Logan?" Kitty called.
"Yeah, half pint..." he started. "I mean no," he quickly corrected. He looked up, his face grave. "I have something to ask you."
Silence followed for a long moment, Logan was wondering how to say this.
"I want ya to be extra careful with Rogue."
"Why? Is something wrong?"
"What'z ze matter with mein sister?"
"I think Stripes is having problems with her voices again," he explained resting his palms against the surface of the table. "I'm not sure what's up with her, I think she just needs to focus on her surroundings, and not... in her head."
"I don't underztand."
"What you mean, is, like, she mustn't listen to her 'voices'?" Kitty asked tentatively. The freshman about understood what was happening to Rogue. But the Goth had said that she'd manage to control them... Rogue wouldn't lie to her, to Kitty. Surely. They were friends after all.
"Yeah, that about sums it up," Logan said nodding slightly. He wasn't sure he even understood what he was saying. "I just don't want her to be left on her own to long..."
"I don't really now what it iz," Kurt said, worry showing clearly in his yellow eyes. "But I will do everyzing if it makez Rogue better."
"That's the spirit, Kids."
***
While Logan, Kitty and Kurt talked lower down in the Mansion, Rogue was having trouble making coherent thoughts. At least Gambit was quiet.
She was trying to examine what she'd seen previously, what was meant to be a memory. Had she been in some military base? They were sure a lot of soldiers. What had Gambit been doing? Probably thieving. But what? Had she been working for...Sinister?
The last thought made her shiver. Sinister. She'd never seen him, never talked to him. But she knew, deep down, that it was all because of him. Anger rose in Rogue. It was frustrating, knowing... but not remembering. But then again, did she want to know? She could continue her life as usual, like if nothing had happened. Put everything behind...
Rogue sniffed, there was a faint smell of burnt. She lightly panicked; trying to force her eyes open, but, as before, they stayed tightly shut.
And what if she was being attacked by some of Sinister's cronies? She knew they were some; like the woman who'd come to recruit her, then there had been Gambit... Or was he still alive, still working for the mad scientist? She shivered again, not liking where her thoughts were taking her. Or was it just the cold?
"Chere has goosebumps..."
"Stay out, Swamp Rat," Rogue croaked
"D' ya wont Remy to make dat sore throat better?" The meaning was obvious in his husky voice.
"Stay out, ya perv," Rogue said more forcefully.
"Chere looks like an angel when ya leave ya make-up out," he continued, ignoring her threats.
Rogue felt the covers being lifted back over her shoulders. Her mind reeled. Gambit was intangible! He couldn't move objects! Psyche Remy couldn't. So who was this?
Rogue opened her brilliant green eyes, her heart beating faster in her chest. He looked exactly like his psyche, or nearly: the scar on the far right side of his cheek seemed larger, his forehead more worn. He smiled anyhow and his red on black eyes shined brighter than Rogue had ever seen.
"Hey," he simply said crouching down next to the bed to look at Rogue directly in the eye. He brought his hand up, stroking Rogue's hair behind her ear. He didn't have his gloves on... What did this mean.
Rogue was incapable of moving, just like when she'd been caught by the strange mutant Death. Words were lost to her.
"Ya look surprised, chere. Remy told ya he'd come back. Were de words lost to ya that night?"
'That night'... Which night was he talking about? Before Sinister? In the month she'd been away?
"Can.. can chere remember now?" he asked.
The conversation slowly came back to Rogue. It was 'that night'. The first night she'd been back... Nevertheless, she'd thought that had been psyche Remy! Had it been psyche Remy? She'd struck him, he'd bled... She observed him attentively. Yes, there on the left side of his forehead was a faint bruise, nearly completely gone...
Rogue slowly shook her head. No, it wasn't possible... Gambit could touch her... She could touch?
"It'll come back..."
It was the weirdest moment in Rogue's life. Gambit sat there, next to her, stroking her hair with a longing expression, whereas Rogue's mind was reeling. She hardly knew him, this was madness!
The faint touch of his fingers against her cheek as he brought a lock of white hair behind her ear repeatedly soothed her lightly. It rather felt good. It wasn't really touching, Rogue wanted to make sure this was real.
With a big effort, she brought her hand up, capturing his in her own pale bare one. The inside of his fingers was rather rough, but pleasant. And Rogue waited for the pulling to start... They stared at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. It never came.
Rogue wanted to cry. She'd lost what had been stopping her from having a normal life, but then again, she just wanted to knock Gambit out cold right now...
All of Rogue's troubles, fatigue left her all together as she pulled Gambit closer. Correction, this was the weirdest moment: she suddenly had the urge to touch him more. It was a kind of teen-ager phantasm, but she'd been denied it since her mutation had manifested and she now wanted to catch up everything she'd missed. She kissed him, he kissed her: let's say they kissed.
***
Logan walked back down the corridor towards the room he'd left Rogue in. He just wanted to make sure she was all right.
Then he caught the faint smell of burnt, coming from... Logan stopped in tracks, sniffing his surroundings. He took a step forwards, and then he realised it came from Rogue's room.
Logan rushed down and pushed the door to her room roughly open. He panted, his heart beating franticly.
Rogue was still asleep. Her face was now turned the other way: she must have turned around. The window was still closed, the curtains still drown. However, he didn't miss the camera. The small bit of high tech in the room, suspended in the far corner was fuming, destroyed. The whole room smelt of it, covering even Rogue's usually strange scent. He opened the window slightly, letting the fumes go out.
Logan looked suspiciously out of the window, searching for any smell or footprint in sight. It was already getting dark, and rain was not long to come: he wouldn't find anything. He looked back inside, watching Rogue. Had she blown up the camera? Whatever it was, a mystery was in the air, and when it came to Wolverine, it never stayed secret for long.
***
Short chapter, I know...... Well, I've finally brought back real Gambit... What the hell is going on between Rogue and Remy? Rather weird, huh? Naughty Rogue, she's using him... Or is he using her? Tutt tutt, to many questions (I'm actually asking them myself! To tell you the truth, I'm kinda wadding in my own story, it didn't turn out how I'd originally planned it! Took a sharp turn right somewhere...)
Snitter in Rivendell : another looooong review! Just like them! Yeah, probably next chapter, she's going to wonder if she can 'really touch' and that means trying... but who? Anyone you want? I haven't really decided yet.
Sarah-Crysala: :D ! Did I do well on the action? Well, kinda of action... it's just not what I do best...
Yumiko: Sugar and spice... watching? Is it a cartoon, film? Because I've been wondering where the websites get their sound tracks of Rogue and Remy... Do you know?
Winter fire: best chapter yet? Hope i'll manage to do even better....
Ishandahalf, just a question like that, does your name mean anything special? I hope Remy/Rogue 'bonding' didn't weird you out!
Panther Nesmeth: Wait for when Rogue manages to contact her psyches again, that will be cool! Imagine all she can do!!!
Weeble wobble chic: update is here! (short, yeah... *sighs... got school and all... pretty long to update for such a short chapter...
Well, what do you think? REVIEW!!!!