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/I am flashback, hear me roar/

Chapter 12: Reading into Subtext

Infiltration. It was one of the first skills that Mystique had taught her.

Deception. It wasn't second-hand to the shape-shifting mutant, it was her life, and she had taught Rogue well.

There's nothing that can't be accomplished with a straight back and a confident air.

Just act how they expect you to act.

They won't stop you if you walk in as if you belong.

Don't be too busy, don't be too cautious.

Act as they expect you.

It wasn't just because of her mutant 'gift' that Mystique was able to--and frequently did--murder someone and impersonate them until her purpose was satisfied. She was a keen observer of human-and mutant-nature, and she knew how to pick up on all the little idiosyncrasies, all the eccentricities and habitual unconscious actions that made a person unique. Then she copied them, mimicked them so perfectly that the person was never missed. It wasn't her mutant gift. It was a skill. And Rogue had learned it well.

She never thought she'd be using this skill against her friends. She never thought that the person she'd be imitating was herself.

Because now she had a hidden purpose. Her 'friends' were keeping the truth from her. And she was going to find it.

Rogue approached the post office with her plan still forming in her mind. She had to find out what they were keeping from her. But first, she had to identify the targets. Were they all in on it? Even Tessa, even Hank? She could count Bishop and Carol in for sure and Emma…well, who really knew what went on with the White Queen?

If Tessa and Hank were in on it as well, if her whole team had conspired to keep her in the dark…than the best thing that she could do would be to tell Remy to run for the hills.

Why are they doing this?

The only reason Rogue could come up with that made any sort of sense is that her team, her team was doing something that they didn't want her stopping. Whatever it was that didn't bode well. After all, she had done some shady things with them in the past, if what they were planning was so bad that they couldn't even tell her…she had to stop them. It was that simple.

She would stop them.

Rogue barely acknowledged the computer confirming her identity. Step one: determine exactly who 'they' are. She decided to deal with the most difficult target first: Tessa. Rogue sincerely hoped that Tessa wasn't in on this, not only because her friend's betrayal would hurt her deeply, but also because Tessa was one of the best that there was. Ever.

Years before Rogue had been assigned the Hellfire case with Emma on the inside, she had rescued Tessa from a creep named Bogan who bore her a grudge because of how her advice had made him lose a bet and his fortune to the Hellfire king Sebastian Shaw. Rogue had been able to stop Bogan before he did any permanent damage, and once she had freed Tessa and been exposed to how good she was at martial arts, all manner of weapons, not to mention her computer-like mind, she had been shocked that Tessa had managed to get herself kidnapped in the first place. Rogue figured the only reason she needed rescuing at all was because that misanthrope Bogan had possessed the intelligence to keep Tessa drugged when he wasn't kicking the life out of her.

Tessa had felt so indebted to Rogue, even though Rogue had assured her that it wasn't for her, it was just that sadists like Bogan needed to be wiped from the face of the planet, that she had insisted on being brought to FORCE's headquarters and given a place on the team. Since then, her brilliance, ruthlessness, and incredible combat skills had been invaluable. Tessa was an incredible asset and she would be one hell of an opponent. Rogue found herself fervently hoping that she wouldn't have to face her--even with all her powers at her disposal, Tessa would still be able to correctly analyze her moves.

Unless Ah employ her own powers against her…or if Ah can just drain her. That's really mah only hope.

Thinking about how good Tessa was gave Rogue pause. She would never conduct something this sloppy and impulsive. Bishop is all gut, even Emma falls prey ta that at times, but Tessa--if she was in on this--there's no way that mah moments wouldn't have been better monitored. Ah would have been called in here after meetin' Remy outside the bar and taken care of in a flash.

Great. So now all she had to do was deceive one of her closest friends whose knowledge of human behavior and nature and ability to simultaneously analyze and compare all of her actions with her previous ones made successful deception a statistical impossibility.

Good thing Rogue never paid any attention to statistics.

Ah can only hope that they've left her out of it and that she knows she's been left out. Ah know that there's been some trouble in paradise with her and Bishop--maybe Ah can use that.

Rogue took a fortifying breath. And if she's not with them, and she sees right through me, Ah can use that too. She'll help me, if she's not with them. Ah know she will, even if it's just out of irritation at bein' left out.

She took another moment to put herself completely into character. She was just Rogue, an agent focused on her mission, irritated and intrigued by her target, just stopping by to chat with an old friend before finding Carol to see if there was any change of status since it was now confirmed that she couldn't use her powers on Re--Gambit. Nope, no hidden agendas here. Not a trace of a secret objective.

Rogue let a wry smirk twist her face for a moment again at the sheer irony of it all. She had hoped to never have to deal with betrayal again, and here she was again, going up against her teammates for the sake of a virtual stranger.

Who lights me on fire with just one gaze. Who can--literally--touch me in a way that no one else can.

A little voice in the back of her head let off a litany of curses in an attempt to distract the rest of her head from going into full flash-back mode.

/The slow flush of warmth as her lips touched his, spreading through her body like the crashing of the tide…

The jolts of pleasure-filled electricity coming from deep in her gut as he traced small kisses around her mouth…/

Damnit, Rogue! Concentrate!

And here she was at the door to Tessa's private wing. So much for spending any more time planning. Closed off ta telepathy or not, she'll know Ah'm here if that mini-camera on the top right corner of her door has anything ta say about it.

She knocked on the door. "Tessa?"

It swooshed opened, clinical and controlled.

A straight back and a confident air.

"Hey gal, where are ya?"

"Back here," Tessa's voice called from behind a doorway to the right. Rogue bypassed Tessa's bedroom and stepped into what was affectionately referred to as 'Tessa's Terminal.'

She had on her special red sunglasses and was surrounded by a veritable web of computer screens.

Rogue leaned casually against the doorframe. "Long time, no see."

Tessa smiled up at her while making several rapid adjustments to several different computers. Her voice was as unhurried and calm as if she was painting her nails. "A month, five days, four hours, eighteen minutes, and fifty-tw-three seconds."

Multitasking while probably handling nuclear control codes. Greeeat. Well, not like it'll matter but Ah can always hope that some of her multitasking will help me out.

"It's really creepy when ya do that, ya do know that, right?" Rogue said on a shudder.

Tessa laughed, "But it's so much fun."

Rogue rolled her eyes. She knew that she was one of the only ones who ever got to see Tessa play.

Tessa's face immediately returned to its usual state of seriousness, but her eyes behind her red glasses held a slight tint of concern and--most tellingly--for a moment her hands stilled on the keys. "I'm sorry, Rogue. I know that yesterday was a difficult day for you. I would have contacted you, but Bishop and Carol were firm in letting you have the space to concentrate on your assignment."

Ah'll just bet they were. "Thanks, Tessa. It's OK. Ah didn't do much yesterday besides drink and think. But Ah appreciate the thought." Rogue looked down and clenched her hands together tightly. "It's strange, ya know? Ah mean, first Carol orders me ta go on leave, for mah "emotional well-being." Then just as Ah'm beginning ta relax they call me back for a case that originally it seems like Ah've got nothing ta do with, and once they do put me on it, they won't even tell me what the objectives are."

Rogue paused for half a second, observing Tessa's near impassive response before continuing. It was enough, the seeds had been planted now she had to employ a diversion so they would have enough time to grow, "Ya know, when Carol told me that Ah needed ta take the time off ta recover from after…from when Kitty--Ah really didn't think Ah needed ta, ya know? Ah thought that the best thing ta do would be ta throw myself into work. It turns out she was right. Ah almost wish Ah had never been called back for this case." Or something like that, anyway…

Tessa's hands were moving on the keyboard again, "Actually your return was a subject of much debate. But Carol felt that this mission was dangerous enough that it would be beneficial to have the whole team under one roof, as it were, even though both she and Bishop agreed that you wouldn't be working point."

Interesting… "You're not doin' much on this op, are ya?"

"No. With Carol, Bishop, and Emma so focused on it, I have been assigned to remain alert to other threats." Tessa gestured to the complex computer network that she had built.

"What do ya think of it?"

"Honestly, I haven't thought of it much. Though I was very interested to hear about the side effect of his powers. How's that going?" Tessa lowered her glasses with one hand and raised her eyebrows.

Rogue didn't have to fake her blush.

"I see." Tessa smirked and shoved her glasses back up her nose. "Is he good?"

"Best Ah've ever had," Rogue said a bit bitterly. Somehow talking about that kiss--those kisses--as if they were just a physical experience seemed crass. But if it wasn't just lust than what did it mean…?

Idiot. Now's not the time.

Tessa frowned, "Rogue, you know that I have been unwilling to let down my mental shields since…the incident. And I know that you are also leery of allowing anyone else into your mind. But I want you to know that if it ever comes to a point where you want my help, I will give it to you."

Rogue had to swallow back a lump in her throat. Both of them had experienced having their minds completely ravaged and turned against them. The fact that Tessa was willing to offer this…

Dang she's good. Message received, Tessa. Message received.

"That means more ta me than ya know, Tess. Ah don't think Ah'm ready ta take such a step yet. But when the time comes, you're the only one Ah'd trust with something like that. Ya better believe Ah'll come ta ya."

Tessa gave a brisk nod. "Good. I'm sure that you'll want to see Carol about the progress of the assignment, but she and Bishop have been holed up in the planning room since this morning and Emma's the only one who's been allowed in or out. Hank's been puttering around the med lab, though. I'm sure he'd be most interested to discuss the side effect of Gambit's mutation from a strictly scientific basis, of course."

Rogue's eyes narrowed. "Ah see. Ah wonder what Carol and Bishop could possibly be plannin' since early this morning."

Tessa gave her a long cool stare over the rims over her sunglasses as her hands sped on the keyboard, "It is more probable that they are arguing. They have disagreed about the handling of this case on eighty-nine percent of every step. That's nearly two hundred forty-eight percent increase."

Rogue crossed her arms, "That could account for the way it's being run."

"And of course, Emma's been giving them a great deal of advice. Bishop in particular." Tessa's voice was completely flat.

Rogue cocked an eyebrow, "How long has that been going on?"

Tessa looked down for the briefest of instants before meeting Rogue's gaze again, "Since shortly after you left."

No exact calculations as a response ta a direct question? Oh Tessa, he's really hurt ya, huh.

"Anyone who listens ta her is an idiot," Rogue said. And twice the fool for leaving ya ta do so.

Tessa's lips quirked upwards in a wry smirk, but she said nothing.

The silence stretching between them became almost as weighted as the subtext in their conversations when Rogue decided to break it by saying, "Well, Ah guess Ah'd better go talk ta Hank while Ah can. After that Ah think Ah'm entitled ta a nap before Ah have ta…"

"You have to what?"

Aw crap. There's such a thing as acting too natural, Rogue. "Get ready for mah date," she mumbled. No point in lying about it. The whole point in him coming to pick her up was for them to be seen together.

If she had been talking to Kitty, there would have been squawking, jumping up and down, clamoring for details, and threatening a shopping trip and quite possibly a complete make-over. But this was Tessa, and her only immediate response was to go absolutely still, hands freezing over the keyboard.

For Rogue, this was equally as frightening.

She already began backing out the door when Tessa turned to her with an absolutely wanton grin and cocked an eyebrow, "Date?"

Crap, crapity-crap, crap, crap!

"I think I can help you with that," Tessa said as she calmly removed her red glasses and set them on the table.

Ah am so dead, Rogue thought.

XXXXXXXX

Remy LeBeau was sprawled on his extremely comfortable bed in a misbegotten effort to sleep. After all, he had woken up at around the same time as the sun that morning. While late nights and lack of sleep were all part and parcel of the thief gig, something in him rebelled at even the thought of getting up early and it always made him grumpy. But he had done it. For her.

Of course, this morning it had been for him too. He had wanted to know what she knew, what her agency wanted with him. He had wanted to get inside her and break her for attempting to play him like a fool. He had wanted to figure out what was it about her that so intrigued him, to see how much of it was real.

And now he knew--it was all of her and so much more.

This morning it had been all about his pride, his prize.

But now, it was all about her. Rogue. Her flushed face and swollen lips--lips that he had wanted to make swell since he saw them--were seared into his mind's eye and whether his eyes were opened or closed he saw them. The feel of her body pressed against his as they embraced…

Remy was on fire.

He had tried all of the usual methods, working out till he nearly passed out, cold showers…now physically exhausted he was lying in his bed trying to sleep and mentally prepare for when he would see her next and all he could do was think about her.

The smell of her…the feel of her…the taste of her… And it was all his and his alone.

He was on fire.

But it wasn't just about the physical, even though the thought of it sent a spasm of pleasurable pain through him and he fisted his pillow and smashed it into his face and groaned. No, Remy felt as if someone had reached in under his ribcage and grabbed hold of part of his heart and tied it to her.

She had met him passion for passion.

/When she moaned and moved away from him he felt every inch of his being protest. It wasn't right that she should move away, she belonged as close to him as possible.

But this was the first time someone had touched her in who knew how long and he hadn't just touched her. Some primal part of him smirked in triumph as he observed her glazed eyes and puffy lips.

A look of uncertainty crossed her face, and Remy hadn't even needed his empathy to know exactly what caused it.

How could he let her know that she was beyond perfect?

He gathered her closer to his arms and whispered the smallest fraction of the praise he was ready to pour out on her./

Remy hadn't wanted to let her go. He knew she had to, knew he had to let her, but it was all that he could do to keep from sweeping her into his arms again as she whispered, "See ya at seven," and swung over the rooftop to climb down the building.

He had clenched the rooftop and watched her descend, choosing to light a cigarette and wait up there until his blood cooled.

He had wanted to go after her, he wanted more, but at the same time he felt elated and…sated. Secure. Remy had loved just having her in his arms.

He never wanted to let her go.

Remy groaned and pounded his face through his pillow.

Could he really have fallen in love? With this woman that he knew for--was it really less than a week? And she was a frickin' cop at that! Not that she was your average cop in any sense of either word.

No, she was beautiful, warm, compassionate, understanding, tough, smart, funny, tantalizing, absolutely amazing…

Yeah, he was in love.

And he would do anything and everything he could to make her his.

XXXXXXX

It was a quarter to six by the time Rogue made it back to her hotel. She had time to shower and get ready for her date, but not think, unless she multitasked and somehow that term had taken on a sour connotation in the past couple of hours.

Tessa was absolutely devious.

Ya would think that after Mystique's frickin' seduction classes Ah would be able ta sit down with a friend and talk about…about men!

Rogue was fairly sure that if it was possible to bust what makes you blush, she would have done it today from sheer over-use.

But it's not just men…it's him. It's--Rogue firmly put a clamp down on that thought and marched into the bathroom. Relatively speaking, her relationship "issues" should be on the bottom of her list of concerns.

After managing to escape Tessa, she had gone to visit Hank in the lab. Tessa's implication that Hank hadn't set foot out of the lab all week was more than amply justified. He had been happy to see her, but it was evident that he was not involved with whatever was going on with Carol and Bishop and Emma. Not only was he uninvolved, he was completely oblivious to anything outside of his most recent experiment. Geniuses.

But apparently he wasn't too caught up in his experiment, because when she mentioned the mission he immediately asked about the "most recent development" regarding the side-effects of Gambit's powers. And somehow he was still perfectly capable teasing her about it and dispensing several noteworthy big-brotherly growls.

Scientific interest in the side effect of Gambit's mutation mah ass.

Rogue wondered if her skin could permanently turn pink.

She was massaging the shampoo into her hair positively violently.

Stop that. Ya have time. This isn't really a date anyway, it's a business meeting with a man that ya happen ta find desperately attractive who can touch ya--

Ya are SO not helping.

So concentrate on what ya can bring ta the table. What did ya learn today?

Rogue forced herself to take a deep breath and let the pounding hot water sooth her for a moment before rinsing out her hair.

Tessa knows something's going on, she knows that it has ta do with me, but she's not doing anything about it because she's still loyal ta Bishop even though he left her for that skank Emma Frost but she's willing ta back me up if Ah make a move. Ah can count on her help.

Ah could commission her ta find out what's going on, but it's obvious that she doesn't feel comfortable doing that. She'd still do it, but at the moment they're just as suspicious of her as they are me, but they don't know Ah'm working with her. Ah'd rather keep her as mah Ace-in-the-hole.

Strategically speaking, Ah'm in a good position. They're not fully trusting me, but they're not sure what Ah do or don't know. And there's division in the ranks--Bishop and Carol. And Ah'm sure that Emma's only adding ta it. Ah can't imagine her bein' concerned for anyone else's interests.

There's definitely good room ta maneuver here.

Conditioned, and rinsed, Rogue was on automatic pilot until she stood in front of her suitcase.

What am Ah goin' ta wear?

She had no idea what they were going to do or where they were going. Sure, Remy could touch her--

/His hand slid across her cheek as he caressed her tears away. Warm, calloused, glorious skin touching her own--/

Damn it! Concentrate!

Remy could touch her, but no one else could. So if they were going out, she couldn't very well wear just her red halter top and black leather pants, now could she? And she didn't want to cover the halter top over with the loose knit black shirt.

She could wear the dress--long bell sleeves, sexy slit high on the side while her legs were protected by pantyhose and a somewhat daring neckline…

But she didn't want to seduce him, did she? And what if he was planning something active, or if he brought his motorcycle.

Mmm, his motorcycle…

Rogue let off a stream of truly inventive curses, and the dress ended up on the floor behind her. She had a little over a half an hour before he came and she had to find something to wear, fix her hair, figure out what she was going to say to him--oh, and make-up would probably be a good idea too.

Why am Ah making such a big deal about this? she asked herself as she stood there still undecided. Ah just need ta calm down and pick something before he walks in here and sees me in nothing more than this towel.

And the stream of thoughts that followed that particular brilliant piece of advice were not at all conducive to calming down and concentrating on important things, like getting dressed.

She finally decided on her leather pants, red halter top, and loosely knit black shirt to cover the halter top. Of course, it would be the first outfit she had picked out.

Her hair had dried curled while she had been frantically sorting through her clothes. A glance at the clock assured Rogue that she did not have time to straighten it.

So she plugged in her curling iron and applied quick make-up while it warmed up, then used the iron to enhance a few choice curls to make a smoother, more sophisticated look.

Of course, if you're lucky none of this is going will stay this way for long, a wicked voice in the back of her head spoke up as she surveyed herself in the hotel's full length mirror.

Damn. Her blush hadn't been busted.

Ah am not going ta sleep with him. Ah will not be just another one of his conquests, she lectured her little voice fiercely.

Did it seem like ya were just another conquest when he held ya in his arms today?

No, an' that's why he's so good at what he does, she growled back at it. So just shut up.

Just for the record, Ah didn't say anything about sleeping with him, just about letting him touch ya. That other bit was all ya.

Rogue had long since come to the conclusion that it wasn't wrong to hate the voices in her head. But it was a little perturbing when the annoying voice was her own.

Rogue lay her forehead on the mirror and muttered, "Ah don't know how, but Ah am going ta get through this. Ah am."

Maybe ya don't need ta do it by yourself this time, the voice suggested hesitantly.

Ya are so not helping, she thought back at it.

Rogue shoved herself away from the mirror and glanced around. Clothes were strewn all over the room, her usual neatness gone to heck. It was about two minutes to seven. There was no way that she would be able to clean all this up in time without using superspeed and therefore completely messing up her hair. Telekinesis might do it…but heck, she just didn't want to deal with this mess right now. She'd meet him downstairs.

Stuffing her Smartpad into her bag and making sure that she threw in her lipstick and key, Rogue exited her hotel room.

She made it down to the front door just as Remy opened it to enter, bumping into him.

His hands immediately went to her upper arms to steady her and she shuddered, feeling hot and cold from the contact all at once.

"Chere?"

Deep breaths, Rogue. Ya can do this.

She looked up at him with a wry half smile and froze at what she saw in his eyes--even through that false brown they were smoldering.

Too close, he's too close! She panicked and stepped away from him, causing him to drop his hands to his sides.

Rogue didn't imagine the hurt in his eyes, and she immediately felt like dirt. "Ah'm sorry. Guess Ah'm a little jumpy."

A slow, lazy smile spread across his face. It caused a warm heat to spread from her stomach to the tips of her toes. But her heart paused as she recognized that smile--it was the smile of a falcon looking at its lunch.

Oh…damn…

His eyes left hers to trace a searing path from her feet to her face. Rogue could almost feel him touching her. She was having trouble breathing.

"Y' look beautiful," he said simply, never taking his eyes off her.

Rogue forcibly tweaked one side of her mouth up in acknowledgement. If she forced any sound past her vocal cords, it would only come out in a nervous squeak and she was certain that would only incite the falcon further.

He held out his hand to her and she placed her--mercifully--gloved hand in his.

He frowned when he felt the leather, cocking one eyebrow at her in question.

"Other people," Rogue said softly, not wanting to explain further. She was ridiculously proud of the evenness of her tone.

Remy's mouth quirked and she couldn't help but be drawn to it, remembering the feel of it pressed against her own.

He noticed, of course he noticed, and something in his face gentled. He drew her still gloved hand up to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on the back of the leather, his eyes never leaving hers.

Little electric sparks fizzled out of her heart and careened against her lungs, enabling her to breathe again, if painfully.

"Let's go," he said. His voice was warm, rich, and inviting like dark chocolate and she knew she was in terrible danger of forming an addiction.

But she could barely muster up enough strength to curse in the back of her mind at the thought. Instead, she was thinking about how much she enjoyed chocolate…

Ah am in so much trouble.

He led her outside to where he had parked his bike, replaced the bolt that he always took out of it, and slid on with one fluid motion.

"Y' ready for our date?" Remy asked as he revved his black Harley.

Rogue stared at the entrancing picture of the incredibly handsome man in front of her, waiting for her. His hair was perfectly tussled and fell over his face complementing the sharp angles and plains beautifully. He seemed to just fit on that motorcycle, like the incarnation of every secret hope and fantasy she had ever had. And when he turned off his image inducer and revealed his eyes...

Just shoot me now.

AN: Well, that's it folks, our boy is in love. Our girl is still a little confused and a mite suspicious, but hey, they haven't had their date yet! Don't worry, it'll be a good long date. At least two chapters. (Just so y'all know, this story is staying T (though I would probably feel more comfortable considering it PG15).)
A brief note about Tessa: I hope you guys liked her, I had so much fun writing her.I don't know her well, so I hope it wasn't too OCC, 'cause I think she rocks. Also, this time she was rescued before Bogan's torture got really bad--no tear drops, no need for illusion--but it was bad enough, especially how she got there, for her to make her mind impenetrable. Rogue let Tessa kill him on their way out. Two gun shots-head and heart. In my stories, bad guys die.
I think I need to say a few words about Rogue's response to Remy's revelations in the previous chapter. One of the reasons why I think that Rogue always flips out on Remy when he tells her that he's married/engaged, whatever is because he very rarely TELLS her and if he does it's well after they've already established a relationship. This Rogue doesn't feel like she has a claim on him, she's only known him about a week and they're still very much in the 'getting-to-know-you' stage.
The reason I have for her so calmly accepting the cause of his wife's death is twofold. One--she needs him, she's not going to isolate him. Two--you ever sit and listen to two vets talk about the war or two cops talk about a shoot-out or a how they had to take down a criminal? It's like they slip into a completely different world where the grotesque and horrendous is completely normal. That's what she's relating it back to, that's how she's been living since she was twelve. Plus, it's not like Belle gave him much of a choice.
I know, I know how long it's been. I assure you that I'm back now. And I'm sorry, and I'm sorry for the cliff hanger, I would have written more but these past two days have not gone as expected. Therefore in keeping with my promise to get this up on Monday--at least it's before I go to sleep--I really can't write review responses now, but I plan on putting them in tomorrow, so if you've asked specific questions, expect answers then.
Fav line: "And the stream of thoughts that followed that particular brilliant piece of advice were not at all conducive to calming down and concentrating on important things, like getting dressed."

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