Rogue didn't dare glance to her left, her breaths trembled slightly. She
blinked a couple of times quickly, trying to regain her calm. Was it the
make-up which was pricking her eyes? No, the emotion, probably.
Gambit sat just next to her, in the professor's office. Scott, Jean, Kitty, Kurt, the Adults, Magneto and his Acolytes were there too. Scott had his back rigid, uncomfortable with the 'supposed' enemy. Kurt would glance around, his tail wrapped around the foot of the chair. Logan looked as he was busy sniffing the hair, in his corner, while Ororo observed the crowd with her hawk like presence. No one was feeling comfortable. Pyro was busy flicking his lighter shut, open, shut, with an annoying click click click. Colossus was stoic, trying to act normally with the knowing presence of the smaller Kitty Pride by his side. This was the first official reunion between the X-men and Acolytes; however, the Brotherhood was strangely absent.
The Professor was peaking... speaking of what already? She didn't see these people around her, she only felt Gambit by her side, his warmth and the hand that had rested on her back. No one else noticed the exchange. They were both seated at the back.
Was he playing with her? His fingers would roam on the small of her back, exploring. She shuddered with... pleasure?
Her eyes were strained on what was in front of her, her mind on the person she was sitting next to.
"A mutant was arrested yesterday," the professor was telling, by Magneto's side. One was impressive, both together, they looked invincible. "I know nothing of her yet, and I intend to visit her in her cell before her judgement in Court..." Was it only an impression?
Rogue grabbed his hand behind her back and dared to glance at his face. He caught her gaze just a second before she turned away again. Remy's red on black eyes burnt away with lust. A faint smirk graced his lips. Remy's fingers tugged at the glove covering Rogue's hand, pulling it slowly off. She let him do so.
"I intend to make her sentence fare..."
The glove slipped off. His hand was so warm. Rogue welcomed it; his thumb stroked her pale fingers.
"For I have my own suspicions she has something to do with the terrorist attacks on the R.U.N Laboratory this past month."
Rogue's ears picked up the last word with worry and nearly forgot Gambit next to her. Remy seemed to have frozen too.
"The surveillance cameras taped her clearly, and it seems we've found the mutant who is responsible for the massacre of the Laboratory's guards, and her associate."
Gambit's hand went cold. Rogue looked towards him, worriedly. Had this anything to do with the memories Remy psyche had given her back? He had been in them, in body, she was sure.
[[[[She used Gambit's power the make the exterior of the barricade flare up in pink... All the cameras and sentinels would see... A young woman with purple hair swung her brilliant pink knives at her attackers, she wore a nasty smirk on her face, and a red tattoo over her left eye. Who could have guessed that Rogue was hiding in the woman? ]]]]
[[[She would be the distraction while Gambit did his own thieving...]]]
"Ya right, chere," Remy psyche told her without appearing. "They saw chere, under anothe' form with Mystique's powe's, ya used Gambit's powe's and dey have suspicions now on the 'Swamp Rat', an' chere now."
Rogue didn't like his tone of voice, accusing. She shuddered, she could use Gambit's powers too, they all knew now. They would think she was the 'associate', or that it had been Remy.
Rogue had no alibi, she'd been 'away' somewhere... if Remy did have one, Rogue would be accused. If he didn't have any, the Professor would favour Rogue more than Gambit. It was confusing. Only one thing was worth knowing: Remy and Rogue were on the suspects' list, with the purple haired woman.
"We'll see about the accomplice later, when I'll have more information on the subject with Hank's undercover work..."
[[[["McCoy left two weeks ago," ... "job in a big lab."]]]]
Most pieces of the puzzle were getting together. However, there was still a big hole in the picture for Rogue, a hole that had lasted one month.
Rogue hadn't realised that most of the students had got up to leave. Gambit wasn't in the next-door chair anymore. She looked around, searching for him, but he was absent from the scene. Kitty walked over to her friend, a weak smile on her face.
"You, like, all right, Rogue? You look paler than usual."
"Fahne' Rogue snapped. She was no mood for this kind of friendly manner. She was in a trap, the professor must have looked in her mind the previous day. He would have found out with the cameras anyway. The woman with the purple hair... The captured mutant was just the form Rogue had used to not be recognised. Then, how did Rogue know the woman in the first place? If only she could get her hands on Gambit, and make him tell her everything. She wouldn't let him distract her with his caresses, she'd get the truth.
"Rogue," the professor called. Rogue walked over to his desk. Magneto was standing next to him.
"Yeah," Rogue said, trying to not look angry, betrayed, hurt.
"I'm sorry to announce," the professor said, looking genuinely concerned. "but you won't be able to leave the Mansion, much less go out in the gardens too much. You've been put up as a wanted criminal in all the police stations."
"Ah'm what?" This was the best. She! A criminal!
Magneto furrowed his brows. How Rogue hated the man: he'd been the main cause of all their troubles. And he was there, standing like if nothing had happened: the destruction of the Key's guardian, kidnapping her and her fellow X-men to Asteroid M, because of him, they'd been captured and put in Area51. The list went on and on. Who was he joking?
"Destroying one of their Sentinels will only make them more eager to catch you, child" Magnus said.
"For your own safety, Rogue," the Professor added.
"Yeah, don't get ya pants in a twist, sheila, should be pretty proud!" Rogue glared at St John. He gave her a warm smile matching his brilliant hair. How had she kept up with him in her head?
"What'ver." Rogue stormed out of the office.
Logan followed her with his gaze. The Kid was a bit too edgy. What had got into to her? He could smell her faintly in the crowd. Confusion, anger. Not a good combination.
Rogue didn't really look where she was heading, too many things on her mind.
"Swamp Rat! Tell meh what's this about!" she asked her psyche. He didn't answer.
"Don't ya start turning awa' from meh!" she yelled at him. Without realising, she'd marched out into the garden, not noticing the menacing clouds ready to pour down in rain.
"Oka', chere. Remy tell ya what dis is about."
Rogue sighed, sitting down on a bench, trying not to get caught in the brambles growing there.
"G' 'head."
***
There was a hissing of the rocket launcher before the missile shot out. This wasn't the kind of rocket that you could jump over like in Mario, the plump Italian plumber gameboy thingy (Jamie's references). This high tech missile wouldn't miss. Rogue braced herself against the coming blow, hoping that Blob would be quick in action, just for this once.
And for once, Blob was on time. The blow threw Rogue several feet in the air, crashing in the far end of the corridor, making the wall crumble.
Rogue groaned in pain as she lifted herself from the rubble. Except for her heavy pain in the stomach where the rocket had caught her, she was feeling... surprisingly whole. Her clothes were brunt, ripped... To her relief, she hadn't lost her hold on Mystique's power, she still looked like the Asian woman.
The soldiers, at the other end of the corridor were starting to worry. They had just used a bazooka and still hadn't managed to keep the enemy down. As for Rogue, she was feeling very, very angry.
First of all, Kitty hadn't phased her. What was the girl thinking? This was no game. If Rogue got hurt, the freshman would disappear with her, like all the other psyches. Rogue didn't even thank the Blob for his prowess. Kitty hadn't obeyed her, Rogue hadn't had the control.
Rogue laughed, the soldiers quieted down. It was a mocking, cynical laugh.
"Bravo," she declared, starting to clap her hands. "Thought just for a moment that I was good as dead!" Her accent had completely disappeared.
Before any could act, Rogue had shot red laser beams towards the cameras, smouldering them into sizzling blobs of melted plastic and mettle. She had the full reins now. Most of her psyches were angry; they would help her get their revenge.
"We can have a little fun now..."
"No!" Kitty psyche yelled as Rogue brought her foot down, stamping the ground. It cracked, opening into a shaft, quickly advancing towards the soldiers who were starting to panic. Some were engulfed under the earth. Rogue, under the purple haired woman's disguise started multiplying at each of her steps. The faint kinetic energy of her foot as it pressed against the floor made another Rogue.
"Jamie! Don't! Please!" Kitty whined. "She's out of her mind! She's going to massacre them! They can't fight Rogue!"
On each Rogue appeared a metallic armour, clicking quickly into place.
"Peter! You don't want this!"
The real Rogue stepped back, watching her creation: an army of herself. The soldier's wouldn't stand a chance against her. She was the strongest, and they were about to learn what losing meant.
"Kitty, you shouldn't have..." Rogue started. "I had already warned you."
"No! Rogue! Come back! This isn't you! Please! Stop it! I'm, like your friend. Remember! Rogue!" Kitty psyche suddenly became silent. She was gone.
***
Rogue's eyes snapped opened. What had she done? Had it really been her? She... she was a monster! Tears were rolling down her cheeks, her bright green eyes were pallid.
Flashes of blood, the pained yells of the guards came back to her, their eyes, their lifeless eyes opened, looking out on something they couldn't see anymore... What had she done? And Xavier thought it was that... that captured mutant! It was all Rogue's fault... They got the wrong person! No wonder Hank had gone. They had to find the person responsible for this. And it was her, Rogue. She wasn't a criminal. She was worse than that!
"Oh gwad... what have Ah done?"
She'd been worrying about Gambit, when she should have been worrying about herself. Who was she? Gambit, he'd just been touching her, touching a filthy murderess.
Rogue looked about. There were no one about in the gardens, she was alone... She couldn't stay here, it was suffocating. She wouldn't be able to look in the other student's eyes. And Logan! He respected her!
"Oh mah gwad..." She couldn't stay. Suffocating. And Kitty. Poor Kitty! She was a monster.
She wanted Psyche Gambit to say something, anything. She felt so alone. Just the sound of his voice would give her the sense 'this'. "Remy?" she called. "Are ya still there?" No answer.
An enormous lump seemed to have grown in Rogue's throat as she got up and ran away. She wasn't worth anyone. She was the traitor, always the traitor. 'They' would be better off without her.
Gambit stood at the door of the living room, just outside. He saw Rogue get up, caught the flash of tears. What was the matter with her? He'd come out to find her, he had explanations to give. Where was Rogue running to?
Gambit followed her threw the garden, she didn't realise that he was behind her.
Rogue entered the woods with quick steps, drying her tears with the back of her hands with these words running threw her mind: "worthless, traitor, monster." How she hated herself, despised who she was. She'd tried so hard to not resemble her mother, but they were just the same, acting selfishly. If only she hadn't excepted.
The smiling face of Kitty came back to her. That smiling face she'd wiped clean from her mind without second thought. Rogue's psyches were people, they talked, thought and would have acted the same way as normal if they hadn't been stuck in a same body, all together. She'd been their cell, she was Remy psyche's cell. Where were they all now? Had she all wiped them out?
Rogue wasn't crying anymore, but her face still held the traces. Her mascara had run, her eyes were puffy and red, her cheeks lightly pink from the emotions. It was this way Gambit found her, under the trees.
Rogue looked up at him with big green eyes, looking totally lost, confused.
"Remy? Is it r'ally ya?"
"It be Gambit, chere," he said softly, approaching her carefully.
She stepped back. "Remy? What am Ah?" Her expression was pleading. "Ah did somethin' terrible..."
"We all do terrible thin's sometim's."
"Ya don't understand..." she shook her head, walking away.
Remy caught her by the arm. She jumped away from his grip, as if burnt. "Don't touch meh. Ah'm a monster... Ah killed them... in cold blood."
Gambit didn't take in to her warnings, pulling her to him, fitting her body in his arms. Rogue knew, she remembered something. It wasn't her fault. Sinister had been controlling her. She was taking all the blame. Remy knew very well what she was going threw. The terrible self-loathing, the guilt plaguing the mind. It was the second time Remy was trying to re-comfort Rogue after that terrible night, the first time had been wiped from her memory.
"Sh, chere. Remy knows what ya mean... Wasn't ya fault. Ya didn't purposely do it."
"Ah did it... Ah did it..." she kept repeating. "Xavier knows... Ah'm sure."
Gambit held her more tightly, raining kisses on her forehead. "Don't worry 'bout it. What will come will come..."
Rogue wrapped her arms around his body, searching that special warmth that had seemed to soothe her. Yes, it was still there. Rogue started to calm down. Gambit wiped the black that had run under her eyes with his thumb.
"Liv' in de present, chere. See 'bout the future later."
Rogue shocked in her sobs. "Don't try an' be philosophic, Swamp Rat. It's like trying t' make Pyro look serious."
Remy chuckled, the Rogue was back. "Jus' be ready t' run, when need be..." The words failed him as he looked down upon Rogue. She was still a bit teary eyed, but was quickly composing herself again. This was the person who had stolen his heart. Rogue had hurt, been hurt but still held her head high over the water, trying to swim back to shore, what ever it took.
****
15th chapter all ready? God, I'm getting there.... Very teary eyed chapter for rogue. So you now know what Rogue had been doing, not too good huh? Xavier might turn his back to her after have been so good to her. Rogue is treading on dangerous ground, might crumble beneath her steps... I'm not sure where this is heading. The story has already taken some unexpected turns...
Webble Wobble chic: double serving! I, like, redone this chapter 3 times, and I'm still not really satisfied!
Winter Fire: Is Rogue's tortured moment well done?
Rogue Worrier Spirit: Implant... interesting. To tell you the truth, I'm not too sure myself... Implant... good, good.
Ishandahalf: yeah? Uber remy? And it's only starting. Just wait for them to be stranded in the same place more than five minutes... No! No that kind! (Talking to Myself, such a perv (yeah, i have split personalities too...)) I mean like looong conversations. Yeah right, it's not like they really have conversation on the mind.
Aviatrix: (Scratches head), got a bit low on the psyches lately... Must add some more in Rogue's head. Shake thing a little bit up!
Sarah-Crysala: I'm not sure either how they're going to deal with it. But I've started by keeping Rogue to the house (from which she will eventually go out, to fed up of being locked up!)
Lupine Draconis: Loving? I've just gotta lov this reviews... sighs with pleasure...
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Gambit sat just next to her, in the professor's office. Scott, Jean, Kitty, Kurt, the Adults, Magneto and his Acolytes were there too. Scott had his back rigid, uncomfortable with the 'supposed' enemy. Kurt would glance around, his tail wrapped around the foot of the chair. Logan looked as he was busy sniffing the hair, in his corner, while Ororo observed the crowd with her hawk like presence. No one was feeling comfortable. Pyro was busy flicking his lighter shut, open, shut, with an annoying click click click. Colossus was stoic, trying to act normally with the knowing presence of the smaller Kitty Pride by his side. This was the first official reunion between the X-men and Acolytes; however, the Brotherhood was strangely absent.
The Professor was peaking... speaking of what already? She didn't see these people around her, she only felt Gambit by her side, his warmth and the hand that had rested on her back. No one else noticed the exchange. They were both seated at the back.
Was he playing with her? His fingers would roam on the small of her back, exploring. She shuddered with... pleasure?
Her eyes were strained on what was in front of her, her mind on the person she was sitting next to.
"A mutant was arrested yesterday," the professor was telling, by Magneto's side. One was impressive, both together, they looked invincible. "I know nothing of her yet, and I intend to visit her in her cell before her judgement in Court..." Was it only an impression?
Rogue grabbed his hand behind her back and dared to glance at his face. He caught her gaze just a second before she turned away again. Remy's red on black eyes burnt away with lust. A faint smirk graced his lips. Remy's fingers tugged at the glove covering Rogue's hand, pulling it slowly off. She let him do so.
"I intend to make her sentence fare..."
The glove slipped off. His hand was so warm. Rogue welcomed it; his thumb stroked her pale fingers.
"For I have my own suspicions she has something to do with the terrorist attacks on the R.U.N Laboratory this past month."
Rogue's ears picked up the last word with worry and nearly forgot Gambit next to her. Remy seemed to have frozen too.
"The surveillance cameras taped her clearly, and it seems we've found the mutant who is responsible for the massacre of the Laboratory's guards, and her associate."
Gambit's hand went cold. Rogue looked towards him, worriedly. Had this anything to do with the memories Remy psyche had given her back? He had been in them, in body, she was sure.
[[[[She used Gambit's power the make the exterior of the barricade flare up in pink... All the cameras and sentinels would see... A young woman with purple hair swung her brilliant pink knives at her attackers, she wore a nasty smirk on her face, and a red tattoo over her left eye. Who could have guessed that Rogue was hiding in the woman? ]]]]
[[[She would be the distraction while Gambit did his own thieving...]]]
"Ya right, chere," Remy psyche told her without appearing. "They saw chere, under anothe' form with Mystique's powe's, ya used Gambit's powe's and dey have suspicions now on the 'Swamp Rat', an' chere now."
Rogue didn't like his tone of voice, accusing. She shuddered, she could use Gambit's powers too, they all knew now. They would think she was the 'associate', or that it had been Remy.
Rogue had no alibi, she'd been 'away' somewhere... if Remy did have one, Rogue would be accused. If he didn't have any, the Professor would favour Rogue more than Gambit. It was confusing. Only one thing was worth knowing: Remy and Rogue were on the suspects' list, with the purple haired woman.
"We'll see about the accomplice later, when I'll have more information on the subject with Hank's undercover work..."
[[[["McCoy left two weeks ago," ... "job in a big lab."]]]]
Most pieces of the puzzle were getting together. However, there was still a big hole in the picture for Rogue, a hole that had lasted one month.
Rogue hadn't realised that most of the students had got up to leave. Gambit wasn't in the next-door chair anymore. She looked around, searching for him, but he was absent from the scene. Kitty walked over to her friend, a weak smile on her face.
"You, like, all right, Rogue? You look paler than usual."
"Fahne' Rogue snapped. She was no mood for this kind of friendly manner. She was in a trap, the professor must have looked in her mind the previous day. He would have found out with the cameras anyway. The woman with the purple hair... The captured mutant was just the form Rogue had used to not be recognised. Then, how did Rogue know the woman in the first place? If only she could get her hands on Gambit, and make him tell her everything. She wouldn't let him distract her with his caresses, she'd get the truth.
"Rogue," the professor called. Rogue walked over to his desk. Magneto was standing next to him.
"Yeah," Rogue said, trying to not look angry, betrayed, hurt.
"I'm sorry to announce," the professor said, looking genuinely concerned. "but you won't be able to leave the Mansion, much less go out in the gardens too much. You've been put up as a wanted criminal in all the police stations."
"Ah'm what?" This was the best. She! A criminal!
Magneto furrowed his brows. How Rogue hated the man: he'd been the main cause of all their troubles. And he was there, standing like if nothing had happened: the destruction of the Key's guardian, kidnapping her and her fellow X-men to Asteroid M, because of him, they'd been captured and put in Area51. The list went on and on. Who was he joking?
"Destroying one of their Sentinels will only make them more eager to catch you, child" Magnus said.
"For your own safety, Rogue," the Professor added.
"Yeah, don't get ya pants in a twist, sheila, should be pretty proud!" Rogue glared at St John. He gave her a warm smile matching his brilliant hair. How had she kept up with him in her head?
"What'ver." Rogue stormed out of the office.
Logan followed her with his gaze. The Kid was a bit too edgy. What had got into to her? He could smell her faintly in the crowd. Confusion, anger. Not a good combination.
Rogue didn't really look where she was heading, too many things on her mind.
"Swamp Rat! Tell meh what's this about!" she asked her psyche. He didn't answer.
"Don't ya start turning awa' from meh!" she yelled at him. Without realising, she'd marched out into the garden, not noticing the menacing clouds ready to pour down in rain.
"Oka', chere. Remy tell ya what dis is about."
Rogue sighed, sitting down on a bench, trying not to get caught in the brambles growing there.
"G' 'head."
***
There was a hissing of the rocket launcher before the missile shot out. This wasn't the kind of rocket that you could jump over like in Mario, the plump Italian plumber gameboy thingy (Jamie's references). This high tech missile wouldn't miss. Rogue braced herself against the coming blow, hoping that Blob would be quick in action, just for this once.
And for once, Blob was on time. The blow threw Rogue several feet in the air, crashing in the far end of the corridor, making the wall crumble.
Rogue groaned in pain as she lifted herself from the rubble. Except for her heavy pain in the stomach where the rocket had caught her, she was feeling... surprisingly whole. Her clothes were brunt, ripped... To her relief, she hadn't lost her hold on Mystique's power, she still looked like the Asian woman.
The soldiers, at the other end of the corridor were starting to worry. They had just used a bazooka and still hadn't managed to keep the enemy down. As for Rogue, she was feeling very, very angry.
First of all, Kitty hadn't phased her. What was the girl thinking? This was no game. If Rogue got hurt, the freshman would disappear with her, like all the other psyches. Rogue didn't even thank the Blob for his prowess. Kitty hadn't obeyed her, Rogue hadn't had the control.
Rogue laughed, the soldiers quieted down. It was a mocking, cynical laugh.
"Bravo," she declared, starting to clap her hands. "Thought just for a moment that I was good as dead!" Her accent had completely disappeared.
Before any could act, Rogue had shot red laser beams towards the cameras, smouldering them into sizzling blobs of melted plastic and mettle. She had the full reins now. Most of her psyches were angry; they would help her get their revenge.
"We can have a little fun now..."
"No!" Kitty psyche yelled as Rogue brought her foot down, stamping the ground. It cracked, opening into a shaft, quickly advancing towards the soldiers who were starting to panic. Some were engulfed under the earth. Rogue, under the purple haired woman's disguise started multiplying at each of her steps. The faint kinetic energy of her foot as it pressed against the floor made another Rogue.
"Jamie! Don't! Please!" Kitty whined. "She's out of her mind! She's going to massacre them! They can't fight Rogue!"
On each Rogue appeared a metallic armour, clicking quickly into place.
"Peter! You don't want this!"
The real Rogue stepped back, watching her creation: an army of herself. The soldier's wouldn't stand a chance against her. She was the strongest, and they were about to learn what losing meant.
"Kitty, you shouldn't have..." Rogue started. "I had already warned you."
"No! Rogue! Come back! This isn't you! Please! Stop it! I'm, like your friend. Remember! Rogue!" Kitty psyche suddenly became silent. She was gone.
***
Rogue's eyes snapped opened. What had she done? Had it really been her? She... she was a monster! Tears were rolling down her cheeks, her bright green eyes were pallid.
Flashes of blood, the pained yells of the guards came back to her, their eyes, their lifeless eyes opened, looking out on something they couldn't see anymore... What had she done? And Xavier thought it was that... that captured mutant! It was all Rogue's fault... They got the wrong person! No wonder Hank had gone. They had to find the person responsible for this. And it was her, Rogue. She wasn't a criminal. She was worse than that!
"Oh gwad... what have Ah done?"
She'd been worrying about Gambit, when she should have been worrying about herself. Who was she? Gambit, he'd just been touching her, touching a filthy murderess.
Rogue looked about. There were no one about in the gardens, she was alone... She couldn't stay here, it was suffocating. She wouldn't be able to look in the other student's eyes. And Logan! He respected her!
"Oh mah gwad..." She couldn't stay. Suffocating. And Kitty. Poor Kitty! She was a monster.
She wanted Psyche Gambit to say something, anything. She felt so alone. Just the sound of his voice would give her the sense 'this'. "Remy?" she called. "Are ya still there?" No answer.
An enormous lump seemed to have grown in Rogue's throat as she got up and ran away. She wasn't worth anyone. She was the traitor, always the traitor. 'They' would be better off without her.
Gambit stood at the door of the living room, just outside. He saw Rogue get up, caught the flash of tears. What was the matter with her? He'd come out to find her, he had explanations to give. Where was Rogue running to?
Gambit followed her threw the garden, she didn't realise that he was behind her.
Rogue entered the woods with quick steps, drying her tears with the back of her hands with these words running threw her mind: "worthless, traitor, monster." How she hated herself, despised who she was. She'd tried so hard to not resemble her mother, but they were just the same, acting selfishly. If only she hadn't excepted.
The smiling face of Kitty came back to her. That smiling face she'd wiped clean from her mind without second thought. Rogue's psyches were people, they talked, thought and would have acted the same way as normal if they hadn't been stuck in a same body, all together. She'd been their cell, she was Remy psyche's cell. Where were they all now? Had she all wiped them out?
Rogue wasn't crying anymore, but her face still held the traces. Her mascara had run, her eyes were puffy and red, her cheeks lightly pink from the emotions. It was this way Gambit found her, under the trees.
Rogue looked up at him with big green eyes, looking totally lost, confused.
"Remy? Is it r'ally ya?"
"It be Gambit, chere," he said softly, approaching her carefully.
She stepped back. "Remy? What am Ah?" Her expression was pleading. "Ah did somethin' terrible..."
"We all do terrible thin's sometim's."
"Ya don't understand..." she shook her head, walking away.
Remy caught her by the arm. She jumped away from his grip, as if burnt. "Don't touch meh. Ah'm a monster... Ah killed them... in cold blood."
Gambit didn't take in to her warnings, pulling her to him, fitting her body in his arms. Rogue knew, she remembered something. It wasn't her fault. Sinister had been controlling her. She was taking all the blame. Remy knew very well what she was going threw. The terrible self-loathing, the guilt plaguing the mind. It was the second time Remy was trying to re-comfort Rogue after that terrible night, the first time had been wiped from her memory.
"Sh, chere. Remy knows what ya mean... Wasn't ya fault. Ya didn't purposely do it."
"Ah did it... Ah did it..." she kept repeating. "Xavier knows... Ah'm sure."
Gambit held her more tightly, raining kisses on her forehead. "Don't worry 'bout it. What will come will come..."
Rogue wrapped her arms around his body, searching that special warmth that had seemed to soothe her. Yes, it was still there. Rogue started to calm down. Gambit wiped the black that had run under her eyes with his thumb.
"Liv' in de present, chere. See 'bout the future later."
Rogue shocked in her sobs. "Don't try an' be philosophic, Swamp Rat. It's like trying t' make Pyro look serious."
Remy chuckled, the Rogue was back. "Jus' be ready t' run, when need be..." The words failed him as he looked down upon Rogue. She was still a bit teary eyed, but was quickly composing herself again. This was the person who had stolen his heart. Rogue had hurt, been hurt but still held her head high over the water, trying to swim back to shore, what ever it took.
****
15th chapter all ready? God, I'm getting there.... Very teary eyed chapter for rogue. So you now know what Rogue had been doing, not too good huh? Xavier might turn his back to her after have been so good to her. Rogue is treading on dangerous ground, might crumble beneath her steps... I'm not sure where this is heading. The story has already taken some unexpected turns...
Webble Wobble chic: double serving! I, like, redone this chapter 3 times, and I'm still not really satisfied!
Winter Fire: Is Rogue's tortured moment well done?
Rogue Worrier Spirit: Implant... interesting. To tell you the truth, I'm not too sure myself... Implant... good, good.
Ishandahalf: yeah? Uber remy? And it's only starting. Just wait for them to be stranded in the same place more than five minutes... No! No that kind! (Talking to Myself, such a perv (yeah, i have split personalities too...)) I mean like looong conversations. Yeah right, it's not like they really have conversation on the mind.
Aviatrix: (Scratches head), got a bit low on the psyches lately... Must add some more in Rogue's head. Shake thing a little bit up!
Sarah-Crysala: I'm not sure either how they're going to deal with it. But I've started by keeping Rogue to the house (from which she will eventually go out, to fed up of being locked up!)
Lupine Draconis: Loving? I've just gotta lov this reviews... sighs with pleasure...
By the way, I do have a life outside of this, a boyfriend to pet, friends to talk to, and school to see too. But, something unexpected happened (ok, a bit expected.) called HOLYDAYS!!!!! Which means more time at home, means more time on the computer, which means more chapters sooner, better constructed! Yeah!
Meanwhile, why don't you REVIEW!!