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Sweety8587: So so sorry for the wait! Lol! I love your reviews. Yes, what can we do with Remy? (Laughs) I have such a dirty mind sometimes… TheDreamerLady: Again, you remind me I can be funny. Still wondering where that cousin remark came from though, lol! I would have punched her too, and then chucked her into a lake… Oh sorry, I'm wandering. Anyway, review again, even if it is to berate me for taking so long!Hesquidor: Here is more! I cannot believe it took me so long….Green Bird 2071:Wow, you wrote that review a month ago lol! Thanks, though, and hope you enjoy this very late installment. ishandahalf: One month to upload a short chapter? God, you must be mad at me lol. So many questions again, and so little answers. But I can tell you one thing; Marie is there for a reason. EmeraldKatsEye:That would be very nice. Bobby gay? Wait a minute, isn't he already? Just joking. Hope you haven't forgotten about this story. Chica De Los Ojos Cafe: Poor Marie. As said before, you gotta feel sorry for that girl. Hey, I really hope you review this story, and I promise that the next chapter will not take as long! Willaj: Remy always is around. Even if he isn't in the scene he finds way to enter it. Thank you so much. What do you think about this chapter? Girl number 1: A long review. Yay! I loved the website. I added it to my favs, among all my other x-men sites lol (I have quite a collection). Yes, I dragged my friends to Van Helsing when it was out. It didn't quite live up to my expectations, and Hugh was way hotter as Logan, but it was still pretty damn good. Marie and Scott? Okay, as long as Logan is with Jean, but Logan and Marie make the best couple by far. You think I have a big surprise? I'm not sure how big it is… I better stop now, and work on the actual story, but I am so sorry for making you wait! So please, try and review again! enchantedlight: Thanks! I updated… just not soon. A Lost Soul: Wouldn't everyone, lol? Merci, maybe this chapter is just as good. Read on.MJK: To tell the truth, I'm surprised she kissed him too. Amazing what your characters get up to when you let them do as they please. I like your theories, can't comment much on them, but they are deep. I am way sorry for making you wait. I wonder if you're even reading this… CajunBelle: At this rate Marie could have her own support group lol. You can't blame her though. See if you like this new chapter. Silverbell914: I typed the scene up as I watched the actual scene from the movie, occasionally pausing, as I read the subtitles. To answer your question: just because there is no website for the mansion does not mean the mansion does not exist. I did keep writing. Just in my head. x authentic: Wait no longer! At last the brand new chapter is here! SonOladyluck: Thankyou. Romyness is really cool, and gorgeous to write. Thanks again! Me: Your wish is my command! Didn't you hate the wait?
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ROGUE: n. An unprincipled, deceitful, and unreliable person; a scoundrel or rascal. ; One who is playfully mischievous; A scamp; A wandering beggar; a vagrant; A vicious and solitary animal, especially an elephant that has separated itself from its herd.; An organism, especially a plant, that shows an undesirable variation from a standard.
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Marie paced backwards and forwards in the white hall, giving the lone door a look every second minute. Jack had gone to get a coffee, but Sarah had kept her company, though she hadn't said a single word to Marie since the drive. Jack had ridden with ambulance while the duo had trailed after. On the way out, despite the hysteria, the calm logical side of her had made a point of grabbing a jacket and gloves.
"Do you think we can see him yet?" Clutching her soda so tight that her fingers went white, she nervously broke the ice. She fought to keep her voice level, and blinked hard to remove the wetness from her eyes.
Sarah shook her head softly from her position on the matted couch, "Honey, Ah don't think-"
"You!" A shrill voice interrupted, "You!"
Marie froze, throat dry, eyes widening, as a figure burst through the doors, anger etched into their stride.
Alison Moore. David's mother.She was smartly dressed, but her hair was in a messy bun and her eyes were rimmed with red, smudged eyeliner on her cheek.Her husband walked alongside her. Not as angry or well dressed, but handsome enough to draw attention.
"Mrs. Moore…" Marie floundered, unconsciously backing away, "Ah…"
Alison walked up, and leered right into her face, "This is all your fault! You filthy, filthy mutant!"
"Alison!" Sarah interjected.
"Just leave it." Sam gave Marie one backwards look, before turning to Sarah, "Ah think it's time you left."
Sarah nodded, but Marie protested.
"Can Ah just see him?" she pleaded, the bright lights making her perspire even more.
"No!" Alison stared horrified, "Just, please, go!"
"This is just as hard for me as it is for you!" Marie shouted.
Alison suddenly laughed. A cold laugh, plagued with anguish. "You think learning that your only son is in a potentially life threatening coma isn't hard?"
"You think Ah did this on purpose?" Marie demanded, catching the unspoken words.
"Marie!" Sarah said sharply, "That is enough!"
"No," Alison shook her head, "Perhaps she should learn the truth. That being a mutant comes with responsibility."
"Yes," Marie agreed, "Now why don't you tell that to the Brotherhood?"
Alison turned to Sarah, "She's delusional. But Ah guess that's to be expected. Now, if you excuse me, Ah'm going tah see my son."
Sarah did nothing. But Marie was horrified. If she could see David maybe things wouldn't seem so bad...
"Ah hate y'all!" She screamed, refusing to be shut out into the cold world,"Ah didn't mean fah it tah me this way!"
She started crying, and then immeaditly was furious at herself for doing so. Emotions were a sign of weakness.
"Ah didn't mean…" She shook her head, "Ah'm outta here."
She strode down the immaculate corridors, and ignoring the elevators, took the stairs two at a time. She charged through the main doors.
She didn't know where she was going until she bumped into a soft, lean figure. She didn't have to look up to know who he was. She could sense him. Sometimes it seemed almost like he was a part of her. It was like they had some kind of unbreakable link.
"Are you stalking me?" she demanded roughly, pushing aside a hair as the wind blew it across her face. She started down the stairs, towards the median strip, tightening her coat around her body.
"Y'been trying t'ignore me, Rogue?" He called behind her. She stopped, turned, and looked impassively into his face.
"Who's Rogue?" She called strongly.
He sighed, "Marie…"
"You asked me to marry you," Marie rolled her eyes in disgust, "And embarrassed the hell out of me."
"Remy was just jokin," He frowned, "Unless y'want too..."
She threw her empty sprite can at him. It landed at his feet. He kickedit, and almost symbolically it fell down the stairs and to a rest at her own boots.
"Anyway Ah'm going," She crunched the can down to size.
No sooner had the words left her mouth that she groaned inwardly. Now, why the hell had she had to tell him that? It was a secret, and here she was telling the very last person she wanted to know.
"What? Chere we need t'talk…"
"No we don't!" Marie glared at the couple passing her, and only spoke again when they had walked through the glass doors, "Ah want tah be left alone!"
"Stay!" He cried sharply, suddenly. It was only one word, but the manner in which he spoke it, made it seem like so much more.
"What?"Marie stared. A slow flush crept on his cheek. It was the first time that she had ever seen him look embarrassed.
"For a couple of days. See if y'can't manage." Then he dug his hands into the pockets of his trench coat, and walked away, leaving one very confused overdressed girl behind.
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His words had more influence on her than she would have liked to admit. And those few simple words were affecting her life. You see, her parents had been treating her as if she was a fragile glass vase resting on a cliff, and had even go as far to offer to enroll her in another school. Their empathy was nice, and it was a fair question, after all.
But Marie had said no.
See if y'can't manage. That was his words. And the only way to test that theory was to face her demons After all, running away fromher problems, was a solution she had gotten used to. Perhaps it was time to try a different approach.
Still, she got Jack to drive her to school on that fateful morning.
"You sure about this?" Jack leant forward over the steering wheel, and looked out towards the school entrance. Kids were talking, gossiping, laughing, and playing, as they walked through those doors and beyond, in the unknown Just watching them filled her stomach with dread, and she swallowed hard.
"Marie?"
Marie shrugged, hid her worry as best as she could, and turned to face her foster father, "Ah think so."
"Kiddo, if you don't want tah..." He trailed off, looking slightly helpless. He adjusted his suit, and pulled out his cell, cleary uncomfortable.
"Don't-" She began.
"Call me kiddo." Jack and Marie finished in unison.
She smiled, and reached the door handle, before pausing, "Ah love you."
"Ah love you tah," Jack smiled back, igniting the ignition.
Then she got out and walked away calmly. It would be the last time she would see hin for a very long time.
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Homeroom was horrible. It seemed that every fucking person was staring at her. Judging her. Taunting her. Glaring at her.
Laughs, stares and angry words had followed her down the corridors. Everybody knew. Everybody had a different view of the subject, but most were not in her favour. It was a blessing when the bell finally rang.
She sat down at her desk, lowering her head; patiently waiting for Miss Winter's to walk in. David's regular seat lay abandoned, a sight that haunted her. She hoped Remy would appear, but when he didn't after awhile, she decided to swallow her pride and try to forget. Then, quite suddenly, Katie and Aimee walked in. She stared at them. Aimee didn't even bother to give her a second look and went to sit next to Erica. Katie paused, and gave Aimee one backwards look, before walking over and seating herself next to Marie.
"Hi," she whispered softly, her fingers tracing some marks on the desk.
Marie shook her head, "Go away."
"What?" Katie blinked. Clearly this was not the response she was expecting.
"You don't need this."
"I'm your friend-"
"Not for much longer. Listen, please, go!" She had no energy to explain any more. Katie had her whole life to lead. She didn't need Marie holding her back. She was a friendly likeable girl, anyway, and in time she would make more friends, and in time Marie would be become all but a faint distant memory of when things had been so simple and black and white.
In the meantime though, Katie juststared at her, the future seeming so distant and irrelevant . Then she gathered her books, "Ah'll see you around." She walked around, forced a smile, and sat two seats behind Marie.
"Class!" Miss Winters snapped as she walked into the class, laden with papers and books, "Quiet!"
She sounded more focused and in control than normal, Marie mused, as the class hushed. The sense of eyes burning into her back, however, remained, perhaps even stronger than ever.
"Let me take the register…" Miss Winters pushed aside some papers, onto her messy desk, "Oh dear. Where did it get to?"
Marie looked up, ready to point out the register lying on the floor, when for one brief moment her eyes met Miss Winters.
And in one second her life changed.
Because in that one second Muriel Winter's dreamy blue eyes flickered to hard amber ones.
All too familiar ones. Ones that haunted her. Eyes that she had been trained to sense.
"AH!" Marie yelped standing up, arm raised in defense mode.
Silence. A few sniggers. A few whispers. Many bewildered faces. In fact everyone who wasn't looking at her already was now. And those who were before were looking with twice the intensity.
"Marie?" questioned the teacher, eyes narrowing slightly.
Mystique!
What the…? How… oh shit.
She needed to get out of there! Now! But how…
"Uh, Ah need tah go tah the bathroom."
"Wait, you need a bathroom pa-"
But Marie had already slipped out of class and down the hall. She began running, feet slipping. She didn't care if any teacher saw her. She didn't care if she got into any trouble. She needed to get out!
Panting, she burst out the door, and did not stop till she had trampled down the stairs andcrossed the street, nearly missing a car whilst earning a rude hand gesture, and onto the neighbouring strip of land. There, she stopped, taking in her surroundings before freezing once more.
"Fuck!" She covered he mouth and backed away, pressing against the wall, frightened and confused, beyond imagination.
There was that red haired woman! Again! By the carpark, leaning against that sedan. She was staring at her, and when Marie dared to meet her eyes, she winked.
Just like that.
Marie stared, breathlessly,her mind slowly processing recent events.
And then she ran the opposite way as fast as her legs could carry her.
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She grabbed her bag roughly, and with one last, long meaningful look at her room, departed and ventured down the stairs. The house was empty. Jack was at work and Sarah was probably running some errand.
Anyway, she flung open the maindoor to no surprise. If this went on for any longer she would have to call the police, she decided. Though, come to think of it, it was easier in the days when Logan was around to get rid of people that annoyed the hell out of you.
"Did you follow me?" She sighed.
"Oui," He sounded distracted, "W'ere – W'ere is chere goin'?"
"Oh," Marie looked down at the duffel bag she was lugging, "Um, nowhere?"
He chuckled softly and took the bag out of her hands, "Den Remy guess y'won't b'needin' dat."
She sighed again, quickly defeated with time not on her side, "Okay! Ah am going somewhere, but it's none of your business!"
"Why y'going?"
She stared at him, in simple disbelief, "Why am Ah going? Oh, let's see…" She tilted her to a side as if thinking, "Maybe… maybe it's because Ah'm a mutant, and Ah nearly killed mah boyfriend?"
He shook his head, still not believing, "Den w'y does Remy 'as the feeling y'aren't tellin' 'im somethin'?"
She shrugged, "Ah don't have to tell you anything. It's not like we're friends or anything. Ah mean you're basically a stranger tah me. And Ah bet there's a lot you're hiding from meh. Ain't that the truh, sugah?"
He didn't answer, and pursued his lips. Then, "When we leavin'?"
"We?" She shrieked first in disbelief and then in outrage, "We? Listen you- you swamp rat if you think-"
"Oui," His lips twitched at the pun, as he cut into her rant, " Y'dink Remy's goin' t'let chere go on her own? Wherever she b'goin', dat is..."
"Yes, Ah do! Ah can take care of myself! And besides you-you can't come." Her anger was turning into confusion. He couldn't come with her… she had to meet Logan, she had to…
"Why not?"
"Because it'll screw up everything." She sounded exasperated, pissed off beyond belief. Yet, a small part of her, a very small one mind you, was relieved and grateful.
"Screw up what?" Remy placed the back of his palm on her forehead, "Chere feelin' alright?"
She pulled away angrily, "Leave me!"
"Non. Remy's a mutant…"
The value of a conformation on an issue that had been on her mind for such a long time was lost on her, as her temper exploded. Her mask dropped, as her façade crumbled.
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" She screamed, mouth wide, eyes shut.
For the second time that day she was met with silence. But this silence was painful. So quiet was it, that she could hear the birds chirping, the spring breeze, and even the television from her next-door neighbor's house. Remy stood there, stunned, staring through dark shades.
"Dat's because y'don' explain." He reasoned finally.
"Ever since Ah met you…" Her voice shook. She didn't have the strength to put up a better fight.
"Den let's start again, shall we?"
Marie mumbled in response, not too happy with the idea, but not so against it that she could say no. Besides what else could she do? Her options were limited and she did not want to waste any more time than necessary.
So he stuck out his hand, "Gambit."
A strange feeling ovetook her then. Like, that name meant something important. Like she had heard it before, in a place far away, in a different time..
She paused, and then cautiously took it, her cream gloves preventing injury, "Rogue."
He delicately brought her hand up to his smooth lips and kissed it softly, before meeting her eyes once more "Pleased t'meet you."
"Ah wish Ah could say the same," Marie muttered darkly.
He just laughed in response.
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A/N: I officially give you all permission to kill me for taking like an eon. So sorry, really it shouldn't have taken me so long. A lot of things have been happening in my life and I just hope you haven't forgotten this story…
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"…There's no point in thinking about yesterday
It's too late now
It won't ever be the same
We're so different now…"
- Forgotten by Avril Lavigne.