Just a random story...Not sure where it's going.
"…But if you can look in my eyes and tell me we'll be all right, If you promise never to leave, you just might make me believe…" Rogue sighed as the song played on the radio. Two year, Remy had walked out her life two years ago. He'd sworn that he'd come back for her, that he just had to straighten things out with the guild and he'd come back to her. He swore that when he came back they'd get married and spend the rest of their lives wrapped in each other's arms.
"I'm a fool." Rogue sighed as she pulled away from the institute. In the background, she could see Kitty and Kurt waving good-bye with a couple of the others. Jamie was sobbing into a large stuffed bear as he watched her mustang reach the gates.
Two years, She'd been waiting for him for two years with no sign that he was ever coming back for her. Until, about three months ago when she'd received a battered post-card in Remy's soft flowing scrawl.
'I'm sorry' It didn't say anything else, but it broke Rouge. She'd lain around the mansion feeling sorry for herself, until she'd decided to give up and get away. She'd spent the last month and a half getting everything in order and now she was off. She'd rented a small apartment in London, with Warren and Betsy's help she'd managed to get a job at Worthington industries. Logan was disgruntled and sitting in the passenger seat of the car. He hadn't spoken to her since she'd told everyone that she was leaving. His normal gruff fatherly attitude had turned into a cold militant like attitude. He hated that she was leaving but would stop her from doing what she wanted. It wasn't a long drive to the airport but the silence in the car seemed to stretch out forever, broken only by the song in the background.
"If you promise never to leave, you just might make me…believe…" Rouge shook the tears from her eyes as she pulled into the loop of the airport.
" You okay kid?" It was the first time he'd spoke to her in a very long time.
"I'm alright, Logan, I'm just scared." Rouge pulled into a white zone and stopped the car. She looked at him for a second before sighing and getting out of the car. He'd placed all of her bags on the small luggage cart by the time he got out of the car.
"Here, Rouge, This will make life a little easier." From his coat pocket he pulled out thick roll of bills.
"Logan, where the heck did you get that?" Rogue's eyes were wide in confusion
"It was left in my care by Gumbo. He wanted you to have it in case anything happened to him." Logan tried to hand her the cash, but stopped when Rouge let out a soft watery chuckle.
"One second I think I'm over that swamp rat and the next he does something that makes me fall in love with him all over again. Why can't he just leave me alone Logan?"
"Darling, You have got it all wrong. Is that why you're running, because you want to forget him?" Logan placed the cash back in his pocket and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"I want to forget him Logan, I want to be able to breath again. I don't want to spend another night in that house knowing that he's never coming back for me, I want to spend the rest of my life in his arms or dead." Logan sighed and wrapped the sobbing girl in his arms, pulling her to his chest.
"You're going about this all wrong. If you want him in your life you have to fight for him, not give up. I've never known you to give up on anything you want. So why give up now?" Logan embraced her and pulled out something different from his other pocket.
"This is a ticket to the New Orleans airport. I don't know if you'll be able to find him, but if you want to try, I'm giving you the chance." Rouge pulled back from him and looked at the airplane ticket that was in his hand.
"I want to fight Logan." She grabbed the bag that contained her clothes, the ticket, and tookthe roll of cash from his...then walked away from him.
Logan looked at the four other bags that she'd left on the floor and smiled as he placed them back in the trunk of the car.
Rouge looked at the ticket in front of her. Her flight was leaving in a few minuets. Rushing through the terminal; she made it just as they were calling final boarding. Every seat on the plan was filled, and the narrow coach seats made her nervous. Her mutation had given her a natural aversion to other people. Irene had prepared her for her mutation by making her ware clothes that covered her completely. So, she'd never had to crave human contact, because she'd never truly known what it was. Remy was the only person, other than Logan, who'd made the effort to get in, to reach past her power and touch her despite the risk. Yeah, Kurt and Kitty were her very best friends but they were hesitant to lay their hands on her untouchable body, even if she was completely covered. Remy had always grabbed her hands and played with her hair, given her hugs when the world just became too heavy. Logan had always made the effort to touch her. When they were having conversations, He'd place his hand on her shoulder or sling his arm across her shoulders. The plane was stuffy but she ignored it and pushed her fear to the furthest corner of her mind.
She thought only of Remy and her resolve was as hard as diamonds when the plane touched down in New Orleans. She stepped into the oppressive heat with a grimace but welcomed the humidity as a comforting blanket that reminded her of her childhood. She hailed a Taxi and headed into town. It wasn't long before she was checked into an upscale hotel in the heart of New Orleans.
Rogue laid herself down on the bed, Remy's psyche floated to the surface of her mind.
' 'Allo Chère! What yah' doin''ere in N'awlins? Come ta' see ol' Remy? You'll not find hi'm' 'ere. He live jus' down de' street.' Rogue's head shot up. Maybe this would be easier than she thought. Getting up she walked from the room. She'd only gone half a block when the psyche spoke again.
' Dats' de' place. Ya' should go inside.' Rogue smiled and walked toward door of a small house smashed between two large buildings. When she reached the door she knocked, but no one answered. Trying the doorknob, she realized it was locked.
' Oh, Chère. I know you are more clever dan dis', but Remy tired of waitin' de key est sur la plant. Dat' one right dere'.' Rogue shook her head and laughed. She reached down, removed the key, and opened the door.
'Thank you, Remy.' She felt Remy's psyche smile and wave as it faded back into her mind.
The house was empty and decorated just as she expect Remy do decorate. It was all in clean hard wood, and the walls were paint red, the same red as his eyes. The accents were all black. It was him, down to the very last dish in the cupboard. She explored the house of quiet feet. She found herself in his bedroom. The bed was mussed and his scent clung to everything in the place. As she looked at the bed, she felt sleep overtake her sore and tired body. She barely had the strength to kick of her shoes before she fell asleep. It was a little after three in the morning, when Rogue woke to the sound of someone coming into the bedroom. Keeping her body perfectly still she watched Remy as he moved around the room. He seemed to be on autopilot turning on lights and taking of his duster. It wasn't until he'd removed his shirt and started on his pants that she made a noise. Remy turned to her, his eyes smoldering with rage. At first, Rogue felt like she had made a mistake…did he really hate her that much. However, when he recognized who was currently in his bed his face lit up.
"Chère, How you get in 'ere?" Rogue sat up in bed letting the sheet slid down her body. Though she was fully clothed, Remy followed the sheets slow progress before it landed softly in her lap.
"You helped me, or your psyche did. Logan gave me the money you left for me and told me that I should fight for you…that's what I'm here to do! I love you, Remy. With everything that I am…I want you in my life." Remy's face was awash with pain; Rouge was about to ask what was wrong when a petite feminine voice called through the door.
" Remy, Darlin', you'd best 'urry. Ya' know 'ow upset I get when ya' make me wait. I wan' taget my handson 'datbeau body of yours." Remy turned and called toward the door.
" Une moment, Chère." Rouge's heart must have been in her eyes, because when Remy glanced back at her, his face fell.
"Rougie…I'm très désole. I…" Rogue held her hand up to halt the flow of words from his mouth.
"I understand Remy, I'm the fool here. I though that maybe you loved me enough…to look past the skin…to really see me. I just thought maybe…. It's alright I'll go." Rogue grabbed her shoes and slipped out the window as a heartbroken and shockingly silent Remy LeBeau watched her go. The door opened slightly and in stepped a petite blonde woman. She was stunningly beautiful, but the malice and attitude the rolled off of her marred her serene features.
"Remy, Ya' know 'ow I feel 'bout other girls. Ya' belong ta me. Ya 'ave no choice. Next Time, ya decided ta go out on me, I'll 'ave Julien castrate ya. Now, I 'ave a date in five minuets. I'll come by afterward ta ensure yar 'ome. Bye, Remy."
"Rot in 'ell, Bella!" Belladonna Bordeaux-LeBeau walked from the room with a satisfied smirk on her face. Remy moved toward the bed and laid is face in Rogue's pillow. Their smells mingled gracefully on the sheets and pillow bringing a tear to his eyes with their beauty.
"I love you, Rouge, more than you can ever know." A tear slid down his face as he drifted of to sleep.
where do I go from here? Je n'sais pas!