Okay chapter 2! Thanks for all the reviews, and there are a few
I should address sorta. I'm not really good at adapting the accent into
writing, I tried this time, but I always feel like I'm messing it up for
some odd reason. And 2nd, nope I have never read "Giddy" what makes you
think so? I'm interested. I don't own x-men by the by Marvel does, if I
did, I would be quite wealthy. So r/r and thanks in advance!
Chapter 2: Se reveille
He stood there watching her, not completely sure why, but he was. She had been asleep for two days, and he constantly prayed that she hadn't fallen into a coma, but was always reassured by a little word murmured in her sleep. Over and over he contemplated taking her back to the mansion, but he just couldn't go against her wishes, even if they occurred when she was quite out of it. She looked peaceful now, it didn't seem that her dreams were plagued by something horrible as they had been the majority of the time. Remy had been in situations similar to this, well, not the same circumstances, but he had been around the injured, and sick, and knew how to keep them comfortable at least. He had run a wet washcloth over her face to make her temperature fluctuations stay relatively normal. Though he was considered the type of man to go for any woman, he had to admit, that with her make up now off she was a sight.
"Vous faites m'aveugle! Vous finirez par coûter m'avec Magnito, et je le sais! Je suis pourquoi aider ses ennemis. Condamner," or in English: "You make me blind! You will end up costing me with Magnito and I know it! Why am I helping his enemies? Damn," he said quietly. To his surprise, she began to stir, and open her eyes. Slowly she looked around, saw Remy, and had an alarmed look on her face.
"What am I doing here?!" she demanded, apparently she didn't remember being brought here.
"Calm down petite, you needed help, so Remy give you help," he simply stated in his soothing voice. Rogue looked deep in thought for a moment, and then looked back at him.
"Oh yeah." she said remembering bits and pieces from the past few days, "Well, I don't need you help now," she stood up and took a few steps towards Remy, who stood near the door, but began to collapse from her still weakened condition. Lucky for her though, he caught her, and with one swift move she was being carried in his arms.
"We keep meeting like this, no?" he smiled handsomely at her, and though she wanted to smile, she scowled at her 'hero' who in turn just kept on smiling, "Don' be like that chere."
"Sorry, but if you haven't noticed, I haven't been having the best of weeks sugah," she wanted to mock him as she felt he was mocking her by referring to her as "chere."
"You don't give Remy nuff credit," he gently put her back on the bed. They were both wondering the same thing, why was she being so submissive with him. Was it because of her condition? Remy shook it off and just figured that it must be his charm.
"So when are you going to take me back?" Rogue questioned leaning back into the comfortable pillow. His expression changed ever so slightly, it almost had a downcast flash. He sat down on the bed and folded his hands.
"When you're well," he didn't look at her when he spoke, "Gambit'd take you now, but goin' so far on a motorcycle with you being weak an all isn't such a great idea."
"Gambit?" she smiled, "Where'd Remy go?" he smiled and leaned closer to her until their faces were only an inch apart. Rogue thought that he was about to do something that might get him drained again, so to speak.
"Where'd Marie go?" he asked in a husky whisper and backed away. The look on her face was priceless, nobody knew her name, it was just not possible.
"How did you know?" she asked sounding amazed and a little frightened, but he just kept on smiling that damn smile
"You talk in your sleep chere," he got up and went to make his exit, "If you need anything just say so, but in this man's opinion you should rest."
"Hey wait," she called to him as he found himself in the doorway, "Did I say anything else?"
"Besides how handsome Remy is you mean?" he thought about it for a second, "Something bout' to many voices if you went back to that mansion, but you were pretty out of it.."
"Oh, thanks," and with that Remy left the room, giving Rogue the chance to digest her situation. She was basically stuck in an apartment, from what she gathered, with the enemy.It seemed like a bad soap opera scenario. There was one thing that kept bothering her though, why didn't she just ask to call the mansion? Maybe her sleep talking dribble wasn't so preposterous.
Rogue let herself relax in the large bed, trying to get the image of Remy sleeping in it usually. He certainly did have a good sense of feng shui now that she was able to take in her surroundings. The walls alternated bright red and black and each dawned a vintage French painting, which made sense. The floor was hard wood, with a hand painted rug in the middle. The bed in which she now laid was also red with black trim, but the pillows were uncharacteristically white. The wall to her right was somewhat covered by a dresser, that looked like an antique, she figured it was probably French. That was about it for the room, except a small nightstand up against the upper left corner of the bed. On it was a plain old lamp, but something caught her attention, it was a bottle, and glass of water, and a note. The note read.
Just in case
-Remy
It was a bottle of Advil, and it was rather large, but it only proved Remy's previous statement; she didn't give him enough credit. With the preoccupation of their conversation, and Rogue's grogginess, she had barely noticed the light pounding in the back of her head. No voices though, for some weird reason they were unusually silent considering that they had very recently taken control of her mind. The headache was rapidly turning into a migraine though, so she decided to use what medicine that had been provided for her.
With a little trouble, she sat up and reached for the bottle, and glass of water. Quickly she skimmed the bottle's label; it said something about an increased dosage, and the fact that it may cause sleepiness, which was fine with her. As she regained her senses, she was beginning to realize how beat up she truly felt. So, hastily she took one of the pills and returned the items back to their former places. Once again she got comfortable in the large bed, and fell asleep in a matter of minutes. Little did she know that she was being watched by Remy very carefully, for he did not know how stable she exactly was physically and mentally.
"Ceci sera la fin de moi," he muttered to himself, meaning:
"This will be the end of me."
Okay please r/r, hoped you liked it, it took forever believe it or not.
Chapter 2: Se reveille
He stood there watching her, not completely sure why, but he was. She had been asleep for two days, and he constantly prayed that she hadn't fallen into a coma, but was always reassured by a little word murmured in her sleep. Over and over he contemplated taking her back to the mansion, but he just couldn't go against her wishes, even if they occurred when she was quite out of it. She looked peaceful now, it didn't seem that her dreams were plagued by something horrible as they had been the majority of the time. Remy had been in situations similar to this, well, not the same circumstances, but he had been around the injured, and sick, and knew how to keep them comfortable at least. He had run a wet washcloth over her face to make her temperature fluctuations stay relatively normal. Though he was considered the type of man to go for any woman, he had to admit, that with her make up now off she was a sight.
"Vous faites m'aveugle! Vous finirez par coûter m'avec Magnito, et je le sais! Je suis pourquoi aider ses ennemis. Condamner," or in English: "You make me blind! You will end up costing me with Magnito and I know it! Why am I helping his enemies? Damn," he said quietly. To his surprise, she began to stir, and open her eyes. Slowly she looked around, saw Remy, and had an alarmed look on her face.
"What am I doing here?!" she demanded, apparently she didn't remember being brought here.
"Calm down petite, you needed help, so Remy give you help," he simply stated in his soothing voice. Rogue looked deep in thought for a moment, and then looked back at him.
"Oh yeah." she said remembering bits and pieces from the past few days, "Well, I don't need you help now," she stood up and took a few steps towards Remy, who stood near the door, but began to collapse from her still weakened condition. Lucky for her though, he caught her, and with one swift move she was being carried in his arms.
"We keep meeting like this, no?" he smiled handsomely at her, and though she wanted to smile, she scowled at her 'hero' who in turn just kept on smiling, "Don' be like that chere."
"Sorry, but if you haven't noticed, I haven't been having the best of weeks sugah," she wanted to mock him as she felt he was mocking her by referring to her as "chere."
"You don't give Remy nuff credit," he gently put her back on the bed. They were both wondering the same thing, why was she being so submissive with him. Was it because of her condition? Remy shook it off and just figured that it must be his charm.
"So when are you going to take me back?" Rogue questioned leaning back into the comfortable pillow. His expression changed ever so slightly, it almost had a downcast flash. He sat down on the bed and folded his hands.
"When you're well," he didn't look at her when he spoke, "Gambit'd take you now, but goin' so far on a motorcycle with you being weak an all isn't such a great idea."
"Gambit?" she smiled, "Where'd Remy go?" he smiled and leaned closer to her until their faces were only an inch apart. Rogue thought that he was about to do something that might get him drained again, so to speak.
"Where'd Marie go?" he asked in a husky whisper and backed away. The look on her face was priceless, nobody knew her name, it was just not possible.
"How did you know?" she asked sounding amazed and a little frightened, but he just kept on smiling that damn smile
"You talk in your sleep chere," he got up and went to make his exit, "If you need anything just say so, but in this man's opinion you should rest."
"Hey wait," she called to him as he found himself in the doorway, "Did I say anything else?"
"Besides how handsome Remy is you mean?" he thought about it for a second, "Something bout' to many voices if you went back to that mansion, but you were pretty out of it.."
"Oh, thanks," and with that Remy left the room, giving Rogue the chance to digest her situation. She was basically stuck in an apartment, from what she gathered, with the enemy.It seemed like a bad soap opera scenario. There was one thing that kept bothering her though, why didn't she just ask to call the mansion? Maybe her sleep talking dribble wasn't so preposterous.
Rogue let herself relax in the large bed, trying to get the image of Remy sleeping in it usually. He certainly did have a good sense of feng shui now that she was able to take in her surroundings. The walls alternated bright red and black and each dawned a vintage French painting, which made sense. The floor was hard wood, with a hand painted rug in the middle. The bed in which she now laid was also red with black trim, but the pillows were uncharacteristically white. The wall to her right was somewhat covered by a dresser, that looked like an antique, she figured it was probably French. That was about it for the room, except a small nightstand up against the upper left corner of the bed. On it was a plain old lamp, but something caught her attention, it was a bottle, and glass of water, and a note. The note read.
Just in case
-Remy
It was a bottle of Advil, and it was rather large, but it only proved Remy's previous statement; she didn't give him enough credit. With the preoccupation of their conversation, and Rogue's grogginess, she had barely noticed the light pounding in the back of her head. No voices though, for some weird reason they were unusually silent considering that they had very recently taken control of her mind. The headache was rapidly turning into a migraine though, so she decided to use what medicine that had been provided for her.
With a little trouble, she sat up and reached for the bottle, and glass of water. Quickly she skimmed the bottle's label; it said something about an increased dosage, and the fact that it may cause sleepiness, which was fine with her. As she regained her senses, she was beginning to realize how beat up she truly felt. So, hastily she took one of the pills and returned the items back to their former places. Once again she got comfortable in the large bed, and fell asleep in a matter of minutes. Little did she know that she was being watched by Remy very carefully, for he did not know how stable she exactly was physically and mentally.
"Ceci sera la fin de moi," he muttered to himself, meaning:
"This will be the end of me."
Okay please r/r, hoped you liked it, it took forever believe it or not.