Finally chapter 6!! Thank goodness I finally got it done! Sorry
for the delay, been a bit stressed out and been runnin low on the creative
juices. I don't own x-men, marvel does by the by. Please r/r when you're
done.
Chapter6: Le Dîner pour Deux
She was lost in a dark mist, there was no right, or left, or any real direction, just the endless abyss that she did not recognize. The shapeless piece of space frightened her; the shear nothingness seemed incomprehensible, and impossible. Rogue felt numb, and found her mind wandering from one thing to another, none of them making sense. Then it hit her, she must be dreaming, but this was not like any dream she had ever had, it was in between feeling real and fantastical. Something familiar rang in her ears, a voice, it was the Professor.
"Rogue," the voice was far away, and yet it surrounded her, and only scared her further. She knew there was nothing to fear, but something inside her was telling her to be wary, and cautious. Of course, the Professor had located her with Cerebro, but it was just suspicious that it had taken this long to find her.
"Professor?" her voice echoed into the distance.
"Rogue," he confirmed, "I don't have much time, you are too far for me to keep in contact with you for a longer time. You have to tell me, where are you?"
"Well, I'm." she found herself hesitating to answer, the sinking remembrance of the last incident with the X-Men shot into her mind.
"Please, Rogue, tell me."
"Why haven't you contacted me before now?" there was always reason to be suspicious, this she had learned in a very short period of time.
"Your mind was such a jumble, I just couldn't pinpoint you in that chaos," he paused, "You need help Rogue, just please give me your location."
"I." she sighed, knowing what must be done, "I'm sorry Professor I can't, not now."
"Rogue-" before he could continue she cut him off.
"Please, understand," she said softly yet forcefully, "If I came back, I would end up hurting everyone more than before. I just need some time to recuperate, and just get away from life.I'll come back, when I'm ready, I promise."
"You really think you'll find what you're looking for alone, fending for yourself?" there was a dark tone in his voice, one which she had never heard before.
"I'm not alone," it felt like the endless space was creeping in on her, getting smaller and smaller, "Don't worry about me."
"Who are you with," he questioned sharply, with urgency.
"It isn't important," she was strangely uncomfortable, and for some unknown reason felt helpless and at risk.
"You know I won't just leave you in this state," his was quiet, but not calm, he was stern.
"I know," it was barely a whisper, "But you have to trust me; this is what I need right now."
Her eyes opened quickly, as soon as she regained consciousness she felt fully awake. The Professor contacted her, and she refused his help. What was going on? She was in the enemies, though he wasn't actually the enemy, home where he was taking care of her. Every time she found herself waking up in his bed, these thoughts and questions replayed themselves. With quiet reflection she found that with every conversation, and encounter with Remy, he had put things into perspective; he wasn't like the the other minions of Magneto, probably because he didn't want to be one in the first place. Perhaps it was his independence that set him apart; Remy didn't seem like one to do anything he didn't want to do, he was reassuring.
She felt as if something wasn't right at the mansion, with the X-Men, because never had Professor X sounded so, desperate. Was that what it was? Desperation? He was always so calm and all knowing, but desperation seemed alien for him. A part of her told her to go back, to help where help seemed to be needed, but than there was the part of her that screamed to stay put. Her body ached and her mind was fatigued beyond belief, so she just told herself that she would be doing more harm then help. Ugh, she didn't want to think about it! Rogue just wanted everything to go away, she didn't want there to be a world outside the apartment, she wanted things to be simple for once. But things are never simple, not with mutants anyway.
She sighed and tried to push away those thoughts as she slowly got to her weak feet. She smoothed out her hair with her hand and made her way out of the room , but what she saw shocked her. The room was dimly lit with candles on the counter tops, windowsills and on a round table that was pulled out in the middle of the room with a white silk tablecloth over it. There was soft violin music playing from an unknown source, and sitting at the little table was Mr. Remy LeBeau, in all his arrogant greatness. Even though it was one of the most spontaneous, yet preposterous things she had ever seen, she couldn't help but smile and blush quite a bit.
"What's this all about?" she asked, but not in an annoyed or angry tone, she sounded flattered and curious. He stood up and made his way over to her.
"You know chere," he said softly, "You're the only woman Remy know who look beautiful after they wake up."
"You didn't answer my question," she was smiling even wider now. Rogue had definitely gotten one thing right about Remy, he sure was a reassuring guy. All the worries of home, and the X-Men started to slip out of her mind as he just smiled, never breaking eye contact. Most people would find the red and black eyes unnerving, but they certainly did have a certain hook to them.
"Had a little time to kill," he took her gloved hand, politely, and led her to the table. Remy drew her chair for her and went to his on the opposite side of the table. There was already food on her plate, in true Cajun style, it was gumbo, which some people wouldn't find to appealing, but a southern girl would love it. Rogue didn't dig in right away though.
"A little time?" she laughed, "Looks like you had time to prepare for royalty."
"Who says you aren't," he had that little sparkle in his eyes again.
"If I didn't know any better," she said in a joking fashion, "I'd say you were trying to woo me with your pretty words."
"And if I am?" he had said "I" once more, meaning that he was serious.
"Than I would ask: why? What makes me so special?" she leaned in as she spoke. In truth, she wanted to know
"You see, I've been trying to figure that out myself," he too leaned in, with a confused look on his face, "I didn't notice at first, thought I was just doing a good deed, but for the past couple of hours, I've been thinking."
"Bout what?" she took her first bite of the food, and it was absolutely delicious.
"Your not like other women Rogue," he used her name instead of chere,
he really was serious, "You're not just a game, because I know I won't
win with you."
"Then you know a fancy dinner wont sway me to trusting you, or liking
you," she saw his face darken ever so slightly, "But it's a start," he
smiled again.
"You know Remy wasn't finished talking bout you," he leaned back,
apparently quite pleased with himself.
"I know," she gave a smirk, "But I like the mystery, for now, until I
can trust you at least.
"Why can't you trust Remy now?"
"Even if you don't want to work for Magneto, you do," she paused,
"Besides how do you know I even feel the same way?"
"Oh I know chere," he said confidently, "Remy can read you like a
book."
"Oh you can, can you?" she took a sip of wine, even though she was
underage, it wasn't like she had never had it before, "Then let me ask
you something, sugah, because I am awfully confused: Why am I letting
myself stay here?"
"That's easy," he too took a sip of wine, "Because you find Remy irrespirable."
"I'm sure that's it," she said sarcastically.
"Can you think of a better reason?" he questioned raising an eyebrow.
"Well I.I suppose that."oh god he couldn't be right could he? "I suppose that I need some r and r."
"Heureux d'obliger," or in english :
"Happy to oblige"
"Vous seriez," she replied slyly:
"You would."
Just thought I would leave you all hanging right there, this chapter
took forever, had about three different versions, and this was the
only one to get finished. Next chapter will be more internal and
explain a little bit more about why remy likes rogue so much, unless
you guys think that is already developed enough, I can never tell.
Well I hope it was worth the wait, next chapter will be cute too.
Please r/r
Chapter6: Le Dîner pour Deux
She was lost in a dark mist, there was no right, or left, or any real direction, just the endless abyss that she did not recognize. The shapeless piece of space frightened her; the shear nothingness seemed incomprehensible, and impossible. Rogue felt numb, and found her mind wandering from one thing to another, none of them making sense. Then it hit her, she must be dreaming, but this was not like any dream she had ever had, it was in between feeling real and fantastical. Something familiar rang in her ears, a voice, it was the Professor.
"Rogue," the voice was far away, and yet it surrounded her, and only scared her further. She knew there was nothing to fear, but something inside her was telling her to be wary, and cautious. Of course, the Professor had located her with Cerebro, but it was just suspicious that it had taken this long to find her.
"Professor?" her voice echoed into the distance.
"Rogue," he confirmed, "I don't have much time, you are too far for me to keep in contact with you for a longer time. You have to tell me, where are you?"
"Well, I'm." she found herself hesitating to answer, the sinking remembrance of the last incident with the X-Men shot into her mind.
"Please, Rogue, tell me."
"Why haven't you contacted me before now?" there was always reason to be suspicious, this she had learned in a very short period of time.
"Your mind was such a jumble, I just couldn't pinpoint you in that chaos," he paused, "You need help Rogue, just please give me your location."
"I." she sighed, knowing what must be done, "I'm sorry Professor I can't, not now."
"Rogue-" before he could continue she cut him off.
"Please, understand," she said softly yet forcefully, "If I came back, I would end up hurting everyone more than before. I just need some time to recuperate, and just get away from life.I'll come back, when I'm ready, I promise."
"You really think you'll find what you're looking for alone, fending for yourself?" there was a dark tone in his voice, one which she had never heard before.
"I'm not alone," it felt like the endless space was creeping in on her, getting smaller and smaller, "Don't worry about me."
"Who are you with," he questioned sharply, with urgency.
"It isn't important," she was strangely uncomfortable, and for some unknown reason felt helpless and at risk.
"You know I won't just leave you in this state," his was quiet, but not calm, he was stern.
"I know," it was barely a whisper, "But you have to trust me; this is what I need right now."
Her eyes opened quickly, as soon as she regained consciousness she felt fully awake. The Professor contacted her, and she refused his help. What was going on? She was in the enemies, though he wasn't actually the enemy, home where he was taking care of her. Every time she found herself waking up in his bed, these thoughts and questions replayed themselves. With quiet reflection she found that with every conversation, and encounter with Remy, he had put things into perspective; he wasn't like the the other minions of Magneto, probably because he didn't want to be one in the first place. Perhaps it was his independence that set him apart; Remy didn't seem like one to do anything he didn't want to do, he was reassuring.
She felt as if something wasn't right at the mansion, with the X-Men, because never had Professor X sounded so, desperate. Was that what it was? Desperation? He was always so calm and all knowing, but desperation seemed alien for him. A part of her told her to go back, to help where help seemed to be needed, but than there was the part of her that screamed to stay put. Her body ached and her mind was fatigued beyond belief, so she just told herself that she would be doing more harm then help. Ugh, she didn't want to think about it! Rogue just wanted everything to go away, she didn't want there to be a world outside the apartment, she wanted things to be simple for once. But things are never simple, not with mutants anyway.
She sighed and tried to push away those thoughts as she slowly got to her weak feet. She smoothed out her hair with her hand and made her way out of the room , but what she saw shocked her. The room was dimly lit with candles on the counter tops, windowsills and on a round table that was pulled out in the middle of the room with a white silk tablecloth over it. There was soft violin music playing from an unknown source, and sitting at the little table was Mr. Remy LeBeau, in all his arrogant greatness. Even though it was one of the most spontaneous, yet preposterous things she had ever seen, she couldn't help but smile and blush quite a bit.
"What's this all about?" she asked, but not in an annoyed or angry tone, she sounded flattered and curious. He stood up and made his way over to her.
"You know chere," he said softly, "You're the only woman Remy know who look beautiful after they wake up."
"You didn't answer my question," she was smiling even wider now. Rogue had definitely gotten one thing right about Remy, he sure was a reassuring guy. All the worries of home, and the X-Men started to slip out of her mind as he just smiled, never breaking eye contact. Most people would find the red and black eyes unnerving, but they certainly did have a certain hook to them.
"Had a little time to kill," he took her gloved hand, politely, and led her to the table. Remy drew her chair for her and went to his on the opposite side of the table. There was already food on her plate, in true Cajun style, it was gumbo, which some people wouldn't find to appealing, but a southern girl would love it. Rogue didn't dig in right away though.
"A little time?" she laughed, "Looks like you had time to prepare for royalty."
"Who says you aren't," he had that little sparkle in his eyes again.
"If I didn't know any better," she said in a joking fashion, "I'd say you were trying to woo me with your pretty words."
"And if I am?" he had said "I" once more, meaning that he was serious.
"Than I would ask: why? What makes me so special?" she leaned in as she spoke. In truth, she wanted to know
"You see, I've been trying to figure that out myself," he too leaned in, with a confused look on his face, "I didn't notice at first, thought I was just doing a good deed, but for the past couple of hours, I've been thinking."
"Bout what?" she took her first bite of the food, and it was absolutely delicious.
"Your not like other women Rogue," he used her name instead of chere,
he really was serious, "You're not just a game, because I know I won't
win with you."
"Then you know a fancy dinner wont sway me to trusting you, or liking
you," she saw his face darken ever so slightly, "But it's a start," he
smiled again.
"You know Remy wasn't finished talking bout you," he leaned back,
apparently quite pleased with himself.
"I know," she gave a smirk, "But I like the mystery, for now, until I
can trust you at least.
"Why can't you trust Remy now?"
"Even if you don't want to work for Magneto, you do," she paused,
"Besides how do you know I even feel the same way?"
"Oh I know chere," he said confidently, "Remy can read you like a
book."
"Oh you can, can you?" she took a sip of wine, even though she was
underage, it wasn't like she had never had it before, "Then let me ask
you something, sugah, because I am awfully confused: Why am I letting
myself stay here?"
"That's easy," he too took a sip of wine, "Because you find Remy irrespirable."
"I'm sure that's it," she said sarcastically.
"Can you think of a better reason?" he questioned raising an eyebrow.
"Well I.I suppose that."oh god he couldn't be right could he? "I suppose that I need some r and r."
"Heureux d'obliger," or in english :
"Happy to oblige"
"Vous seriez," she replied slyly:
"You would."
Just thought I would leave you all hanging right there, this chapter
took forever, had about three different versions, and this was the
only one to get finished. Next chapter will be more internal and
explain a little bit more about why remy likes rogue so much, unless
you guys think that is already developed enough, I can never tell.
Well I hope it was worth the wait, next chapter will be cute too.
Please r/r