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Chapter 4 - Changes

Present time – New York, Westchester.

Rogue had changed, and anyone with eyes could see that. Rogue's personality, her qualities, her flaws; they had changed, well, that's what everyone thought. Everyone was happy with the 'new' Rogue, she had become more social, more easy going, more secure and a lot more confidant in herself and her capacities. Everyone could agree that her summer back home had done her some good. She had come back open-minded, determine, more mature, but also, irresistible. Rogue smiled differently now, her smile was confidant, knowing she could disarm anyone with it, and not shy like it had been before. Her voice was different too, it was more affirmative and more flirtatious, now she new how to express herself. Even her body seemed to have changed, although it hadn't, it was an illusion, it seemed to have changed because of the way she now walks and the way she now dressed, with confidence and self-appreciation. She had all the sighs of an independent, sassy, fearless, daring and self-confidant woman. And, again, everyone was happy, and relieved, with the change. And that included Rogue, who now felt like her old-self. The one she had left behind the day her mutation had appear.

She had destroyed herself that day, she had closed herself up, leaving everything behind because she was too weak to confront the new life her gift was ready to offer her. She had left a family that she cared so deeply about, she had left a life, a life no one could even dared to imagine she had. And she had left her complete identity; an identity that had took seventeen years to build. She had fled to Canada, to a safer place she had thought. And when she had meet Logan, and afterwards, the X-men, she had lied, she had camouflage herself, so no one would know, so no one would suspect and so no one would find out the life she had before. But it had been difficult and painful. She had to calm down every natural instinct she had been taught over her seventeen years of life, she had to hide everything she knew and she had to hide her very core. And no one had known, except for one person, the Professor. He had made the connections in his head, so easy to do for a telepath – and he had discovered everything.

Rogue still remembered the day he had confronted her about it. She had burst into tears, heart-wrenching and painful sobs to anyone who would have heard them. They were tears of frustration, the frustration of hiding, of lying and of refusal.

She had apologized to him, saying "I'm so sorry." Every time her sobs had allowed her to speak.

"Why?" he had asked her, but she hadn't even been able to form a complete sentence.

"None of this was ever you're fault." He had continued, "Rogue you were only a child, you didn't know any better and no one was there to save you. You were trapped, and you did what most children do; you only did what your mother told you to do. How could you blame yourself for that?" The Professor had paused and had approached her.

"Rogue, listen to me. You are a good person and you've proved it; you escaped. And that's all I need to know. I trust you, everyone trusts you, and you deserve that trust. And I will never look down upon you for your past. Because all that matters to me now, and the only thing that should matter to you, is the person you are today."

That was the day she had understood and were she had find a certain peace with herself, and the only thing that was left for her to do was to confront her past, her fears. And after that, everything was normal for her again… Well as normal as a life like hers could be.

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Rogue dragged her tired self through the many corridors of the mansion, once in a while she would yawn over her exhaustion, and at other time she would do her best to dodge or avoid any possible collision between herself and anyone nearing her. She was dressed in her classical dark green training pants, which were riding a bit too low on her hips, exposing the end of a well toned stomach acquired with years of training. A skin tight white turtleneck, made out of breathable spandex, hugged her upper body, tracing out, dramatically, her chest and slender waist. Her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, leaving her white bangs grazing her eyes and a few auburn strands caressing her cheeks and the sides of her neck. She has hot… literally as she fanned herself with a gloved hand.

Unconsciously, one of her hand came up to massage her shoulder, as she neared the teacher's wing. A sigh escaped her lips, her shoulder felt sour and she doubted that the minor discomfort came from her unexpected training session with Logan and Warren. She furrowed her brows as she realised that it probably came from the stupid Cajun that had slammed her against the floor. Who slams a woman on the hard concrete anyways? She thought with disgrace as she imagined the bruise that was probably already forming itself upon her porcelain skin.

While her hand left her shoulder, the other pushed opened a door to reveal the teacher's kitchen. Rogue purposely ignored everything around her, her only goal residing in obtaining a sweet, yet strong elixir that she couldn't imagine passing a day without; coffee. Her feet automatically lead her to a specific cupboard, her body moving subconsciously since she had done it so many times. Open the cupboard, lean yourself on the counter, stand on your tiptoes, extend an arm and grab the nearest cup; her brain sent out the signal to her moving limbs. But Rogue groaned and closed her eyes, she failed, her hand grabbed nothing and she realised that her desired mug was out of her grasp. With more effort she pushed herself a bit higher, until a distinctive pressure could be felt through out her toes. Still nothing.

Abruptly, Rogue's eyes snapped open when she felt a presence behind her. Suddenly, an arm appeared in her line of sight to join her own hand in the cupboard. Acting on instinct, Rogue quickly pulled her body backwards, only to find herself hitting a wall. Hitting a heated and comfortable wall, that was able to spread out a pleasuring and warming sensation through out her entire back; soothing all of her muscles and sharpening every nerve hiding underneath the smooth flesh of her back. Rogue's whole body tensed when she felt the person's breath travel from her neck to her ear, while the outstretched arm descended towards her with the looked-for coffee mug in hand. Her mind was happy.

"Did you need this Chère?" A smooth and husky whisper flooded in the air, and now, Rogue's mind was irritated.

A look of pure annoyance adorned her features, her body tensing even more, "Didn't your parents ever teach you that it was rude to sneak up on a person." She snapped, grabbing the mug from the hand and spinning around abruptly to face the Cajun.

Remy smirked at the young beauty in front of him, satisfied with himself and clearly enjoying every aspect that was a heated, fiery, and annoyed Rogue. "Non… And I see your parents skipped that lesson too. Just thought I'd return the favour." He declared while perching himself towards her, resting his hand against the counter behind her, and in doing so, trapping her between his chest and arms.

Finally, green met red when their eyes locked together.

Involuntarily, Rogue's breath caught in her throat and her body froze as she stared up in the stranger's eyes. Fire burning red irises against the purest black looked back at her and immediately Rogue frowned, wondering how she could have not seen those the night before.

And Rogue's scowl deepened when she noticed how smugly the Cajun was looking at her, "I'd rather have you hold a knife to my throat, than to have you stand so close to me." She bit back, eyeing suspiciously the strong arms that were almost encircling her waist, barely a few inches away from the bareness of her skin. Something needs to be done about that, she thought all the while putting her hands up behind her using them as leverage to push herself on the counter in a sitting position, farter away from Remy. And before the smirking Cajun had a chance to close back to distance between them, Rogue brought up her legs, placing her feet firmly on either side of his waist to keep him were he was.

Remy was clearly amused by her actions, and placed his forearms on her knees, testing her strength. When he felt that her knees weren't going to give anytime soon he leaned forward, his face stopping only a few inches away from hers. "Really? So now you'd rather be the submissive one?" he taunted.

Rogue smirked, if he could be amused, than why couldn't she? "With you sugar, I'd be anything you want me to be." She drawled back, intensifying her southern tone.

Remy smirked, unfazed, "Now why do I feel you're being sarcastic, even though that sweet southern voice of yours is clearly being sexually suggestive…And having the desired effect."

Rogue rolled her eyes at him, but smirked before replying; "Because deep down, you know I won't fall for that thing you call charm."

Remy smiled, his eyes glowing ever so slightly, barely noticeable, "Are you challenging me Chère?"

"No. I'm trying to discourage you." Rogue stated as if she was talking to a child while trying her best not to appear fazed by his burning gaze.

"Well it's too bad for you, because it's having the opposite effect." He replied with an arrogant smirk and taking every pleasure in hearing her defying remarks.

"So technically, I should just swoon and offer myself to you to get you to leave me alone." She pondered out aloud to him, raising her eyebrows.

Remy gave her thoughtful look before, replying, "Actually, that would work. But I have a feeling that you won't be selling yourself so short."

"Glad we finally agree on something. Now listen up Cajun…" Rogue's voice trailed off when a distinctive shout could be heard.

"Rogue! Are you in here?" A voice yelled, snapping Rogue and Remy's attention towards the door.

A running Bobby Drake bragged into the room, only to come to a stop as his eyes found the pair. A moment passed then two and then three.

"What is it?" Rogue asked in perfect calm, when she realised that Bobby wasn't going to speak anytime soon.

"The phone's for you." Bobby stated, snapping out of his trace but still looking at the pair with a hardened expression on his face.

"What line?" Rogue inquired, unmoving.

"Two." Bobby answered, eyeing the newcomer and then realising he was the same man he had seen earlier this morning.

Rogue nodded, finally pushing Remy away from her with the help of her feet. Rogue passed him, ignoring him completely, which the Cajun found rather amusing. She headed towards the door, offering a 'thanks' and a smile to Bobby, who returned a 'welcome' and a smile of his own.

Remy turned around the watch Rogue leave, discreetly letting his eyes travel down her form, appreciating the sight.

"So you're new here?" Bobby asked, drawing Remy's attention to him.

Remy nodded, "I'm a friend of Storm." he replied while grabbing the forgotten coffee mug and placing it back in the cupboard.

Bobby took a few steps forward, waiting for Remy to look back at him "Iceman." He introduced himself and offered a hand, clearly displaying that he hadn't like what he had witnessed upon entering the room.

Remy smirked upon hearing his tone, "Gambit." He returned, gazing up to Bobby's blue eyes defiantly and leaning over to shake Bobby's hand.

Upon contact, Remy could feel a cold sensation spreading over the skin of his palm, ice… Of course, he thought with a smug grin. Remy keep his gaze on Bobby's and squeezed his hand harder not even making the Iceman blink out of his scowl.

"Nice to meet you." Remy said, letting go of Bobby's hand before pushing past him to leave the room.

Bobby glared a the man's retreating back, feeling uneasy, before moving his gaze back to his hand with the intention of brushing off the remaining ice.

"What the hell?" He muttered to himself as he approached his hand to his face, wondering why the bits of ice were suddenly glowing in an eerie shade of dark pink.

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Storm sighed as she reviewed her youngest student's homework, it was clear that American history wasn't one of their favourite subjects. The sound of her classroom door being pushed back harshly against the wall disturbed her concentration. She looked up only to see a very pissed off Iceman stalking towards her, and Ororo frowned in concern when she noticed two vivid red marks on his upper right cheek.

"Who the hell is that friend of yours?" Bobby roared in an angered voice.

… Yep, well that's it. Hoped you guys liked it! Just so you know I made this chapter light on purpose, keep in mind that Remy and Rogue have just meet and that them starting to immediately find the other beautiful, amazing, intriguing… all that stuff is a little to soon… So that was a light romy scene. Now just to warn you this Romy scene is nothing compared for what I have for you guys in the next chapter! God! I'm gonna have fun writing that!

Oh! And just to let you know, I won't make a big deal about Bobby in this fic… I just thought it be funny for this chapter, lol!

What to expect for the next chapter? Hmmm… Rogue talks with a person that will be important concerning the plot and her past, Rogue leaves the mansion to do something, Ororo speaks with Remy and…. A romy scene! YAY!

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