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other people talking in Rogue's head

Without further ado on with the story. (AN follows).

Mr. Sinister's Lair

Rogue's Cell

Early Morning

July 7

Remy was here last night, it had to have been him. The smell on this coat it has to be him. And those eyes I've never met anyone else with eyes like that. I don't think he recognized me, but maybe he did why else would he have been so sweet. Though it was always in his personality to take care of people who needed it.

Darlin' your just liein' to yourself. He was just trying to lull you into a false sense of security you can't trust that this is anything more then an illusion created by this Sinister guy.

Shut up Logan. I'll talk to him later and you'll see. It has to be Remy. I could never forget him. Not after everything he did for me. Even if he was able to forget me. Plus there is no other explanation for how safe I felt around him. Remy was the only one I ever got that feeling from.

I just don't want to see you get hurt darlin'. I know you really cared for that boy but you never know people can change.

I know but if there is anyone I can trust it is Remy. And anyway if you want proof that this is in fact Remy I'll bet you anything in the world that there is a pack of cards in the inner pocket of this jacket.

Rogue is laying on the mattress snuggled underneath the jacket. She runs her hand along the edge of the coat down to the secret pocket that Remy had always had built into his coat. Playing with the zipper she pulls out the deck of cards. Running her hand along the edge she begins shuffling them, feeling the cards flick between her fingers.

She stops when the light brightens and she hears the door open. She looks over at the opening door and can't help but smile to see Remy standing there with another tray. She quickly shifts herself up into a sitting position leaning against the wall. However, this movement cause pain to shoot through her head and she doubles over bringing her head to her knees. Tears are streaming down her face as Remy quickly sets down the tray, after closing the door behind him. He makes his way over to her and wraps her in his arm cradling her.

He whispers to her soothingly, "what wrong cher? First so happy to see Gambit den tears. Gambit not gonna hurt yo'." At the same time he rubs her back in small circles, fighting the overwhelming waves of pain she is projecting to him. Surprisingly he can't fully block them out which confuses him; however, he pushes thoughts of this to the back of his mind to focus on the girl in his arms.

She buries her face in his chest sobbing with the pain, "Mah head hurts so much Remy. Make it stop. Please just make it stop hurtin'."

"He try cher but yo' got da let him get da medicine." He is already rising to get the pills off of the tray before it registers what she had called him.

"Cher what did yo' just call meh?" he asks but she is too distraught in pain to even register what he has asked. Seeing this he continues to get the pain pills and water.

After she has taken them he sits holding her rubbing her temples gently until her tears fade. He looks down at her once this has happened, "Feelin' better?"

She nods slightly not moving from her position against his chest. "Bien. Now could yo' repeat what yo' called meh earlier. Please?"

She turns slightly too look at him, "Ah called yo' Remy, that is ya name isn't it?"

"Oui, dat be mah name but how did yo' know dat?" asks Remy letting his face soften.

"Have Ah really change' that much? 'Cause ya haven't. Not really. Ah didn't see it at first but Ah've never met anyone else with eyes like yars. Not ta mention Ah would've thought mah accent woulda given meh away by now."

Remy stares at her trying to take in what she has just said. He continues to stare at her incredulous as the pieces fall together in his brain. "Anna? Cher yo' Anna aren't yo'?"

He pulls her into his arms again tightly. She simply nods smiling into his chest, "Guess ya didn't forget meh."

Remy releases her only to pull her back into his chest tightly, "Anna, Ah could never forget 'bout yo'."

Tears start to spill down her cheeks, "Ah can't count the times Ah thought of ya and wondere' if ya remembere' meh. Ah assume' ya had just move' on with ya life and forgotten 'bout meh."

Remy leans back against the wall keeping her nestled on his lap. "Remy neve' forgot yo'. But lots 'a dings have happene' ta both of us. He never though' he would see yo' again. Especially not here." A frown crosses his face as he is drawn back to the reality of the situation, "Anna, cher, dis is a bad place. Ah gotta get yo' out o' here. Sinister be a tres mal homme."

"But Remy if he is so bad why are ya here?" asks Rogue looking up at his questioning.

Sadness falls over Remy's face as he looks down into her expectant face, "da path dat lead Gambit here beh complicate' cher. And he not got enough time ta tell yo' it all right now. But late' tonight when he not supposed ta be doin' other stuff. Cause cher if Ah get in trouble Ah wont be able to take care o' yo' no more. And Ah don't know who he will send. We can't risk dat cher."

Rogue nods slightly, "Ah trust ya Remy. If this is what has ta happen then its wha' has ta happen. But promise meh ya'll take care of mah friends also. Please Remy?"

"O' course cher. Remy will do everythin' he can. Now cher, yo' gonna have ta be strong taday. Sinister gonna do some more tests on yo' and dey are only gonna get worst. Ah gotta go check on da others ok cher?" Remy sits holding her away from him slightly looking at her with all seriousness.

Rogue looks back at hims with equal seriousness, "Oui Remy, Ah'll be strong just promise to take care of kitty and the others. Ya know Ah can take a lot but Kitty she and Bobby have never had to deal with stuff like this. Ah don't think they will be able to take it."

"Ah promise." Gently he runs a hand down her face, "And Ah will get yo' out of here."

Remy then settles her on the matress wrapped up in his jacket and places her food in front of her. "Cher Remy has ta go now. He's stayed ta long already. Be back wid yo' dinna' tanight." He leans down and kisses her forehead quickly.

This startles her and she looks up at him questioningly, "how did ya do dat?"

Remy looks confused "Do wha' cher? Kiss yo'?" She nods sharply causing a smile to spread over his face. "Ahh, Remy explain late'. Don't worry."

Finally Remy turns and heads for the door. After he is gone Rogue simply sits in shock attempting to comprehend everything that is going on.

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Mr. Sinister's Lair

Sinister's Lab

Late Morning

July 7

"Good day Ms. Rogue, how are we doing today?" comes Mr. Sinister's cold voice wafting through the room to Rogue's restrained form. Gaining no response he continues, "and you Ms. Monroe? are you doing well?"

Hearing this Rogue's eyes snap open and she searches her rather limited field of vision for Storm. Seeing this a chilling smiles spreads over Mr. Sinister's face and he continues "Yes, my dear she is here though rather unable to speak it seems. We shall be working with both of you today."

This elicits a response from Rogue "Ya bastard why ya need her. Ah thought this was just between us."

A laugh escapes his lips, "I'm afraid you were mistaken my child. While you are indeed the main focus of my research I have quite a bit of use for your friends. Such as today we will be working with Ms. Monroe."

Rogue hears a muffled moan from her left and once again tries to turn her head to see. She catches a brief glimpse of Storm's dark face held strong as she fights the gag placed over her mouth. As their eyes lock for an instant, Storm's gaze softens showing her concern for her student, then almost instantly her gaze returns to their captor with a new power.

A white haze seems to come over her dark eyes though it does not fully obscure the irises and pupils. The air begins to crackle with an electric charge. However, before this can progress any farther Sinister steps forward and injects a siringe into Storms arm. He tuts softly at her as she looses consciousness "We can't have that now can we. I will have to remember to keep your dosage higher in the future."

Redirecting his attention to Rogue a disturbing grin spreads over his face, once again his pointed teeth sending a chill through her body. "No matter, she is quite as useful unconscious as conscious. Now today we are going to be seeing how exactly that lovely power of yours works." Rogue is unable to mask the fear that strikes her at this statement which only brings a larger smile to Sinister's face. "Yes child, you will be getting a taste of your true potential. Now please relax."

Sinister walks away from Rogue at this point leaving her field of vision. Before the shock of what he has just said has worn off Rogue feels the metal bed she is strapped to shift. As a wave of fear runs through her she is jolted back to the reality of the situation. "Ya bastard. How can ya call this research. Ya have no righ'. No Righ'..." she is cut off when she feels her naked hand brush against warm flesh. A scream is all that escapes her lips as a flood of memories invades her mind.

Before she can even begin to reclaim her mind the influx stops. Tears have escaped unbidden down her cheeks as she relives Storms' own experience of their incarceration. At the same time clouds form near the ceiling of the lab causing rain to pour down as everything in the room is buffeted by near hurricane force winds.

Child calm yourself, you are not helping anyone with this.

Storm? I'm so sorry. I didn't want to please know that I didn't want to?

Of course. I would never blame you for this. Now try and calm yourself. You will only harm yourself if you do not get this under control.

I'll try.

Slowly the storms calms allowing those trapped in the room to breathe a sigh of relief. Mr. Sinister quickly approaches her and injects her, before addressing Rogue, "That was amazing. I did not expect that much power from such a short contact I will have to keep that in mind in the future."

Returning to his work station, Sinister quickly shuffles some papers. "Now, if you will recall last session we went through a few questions. I hope that you will be a bit more cooperative this afternoon. It really is a pity to have to cause you so much pain just to promote my research. However, I do expect to have your cooperation one way or another."

Rogue puts her remaining strength into her voice filling it with venom, "Ah'll never help ya."

A small sharp laugh escapes his lips "Oh but you will. Now what did you feel when you first made contact with Ms. Monroe?"

Rogue bites her lip as the painful shocks begin. She is almost unaware when she manages to bite through her lip. With all her will she fights answering his question, but even that gives out sooner then she would like, "Ah felt her memories of this hell ya've put us in."

Sinister continues not bothering to shut off the shocks, "Hmmmm intriguing. Are you still able to access those memories now?"

Tears begin to stream down Rogue's face as her body begins to convulse, "Ah don' know. Ah've never trie'. Ah'll probably dream 'bout them like all tha other nightmares."

The shock is evident in Sinister's voice at this statement, "You dream in the memories of those you have absorbed?"

Rogue is no longer able to contain her screams at the pain that is racking her body. Between the expressions of pure pain she manages a strangled, "yes."

Suddenly the pain stops and Rogue is left trying to catch her breathe and calm herself. "Remarkable. I had never thought that possible. Completely remarkable."

After this statement he seems to be lost in thought, mumbling quietly to himself. This break allows Rogue to finally catch her breathe and become aware of the sticky copper fluid that is still flowing down her chin.

The room continues in an almost silent respit until a gutteral moan of pain escapes Storm's throat breaking the spell. Sinister instantly returns his attention to the situation at hand. "Remove Ms. Monroe, I am done with her."

Again Rogue directs her attention to her left trying to catch a glimpse and express her sorrow and regret. She is unable to do either a man blocks her view while pushing the metal bed out of her field of vision. She watches until she hears a door open and then shut once again. She then returns her gaze to the ceiling above her bed.

"This really is an intriguing development. It had never occurred to me that you would maintain the memories after the powers faded. We will be exploring that aspect further I believe." Sinister pauses and a pen is heard scratching against some sheet of paper, "However, for now let us continue with my original line of questioning. Were you controlling the storm that began when you were in possession of Ms. Monroe's powers?"

When Rogue remains silent he lets out an audible sigh as though she were simply a petulant child refusing to eat her vegetables at dinner. "I really had hoped that considering earlier we would be beyond this. But if you insist on making me induce pain to get your responses I will continue."

The pain instantly hits Rogue almost instantly breaking through what little control she had gained over her body. Her facade is almost instantly broken as she lets out an ear piercing scream, "Ah wasn' in control but Ah was tha one ta end it."

"Interesting, how were you able to gain control?"

Before Rogue is able to answer she lets out one more scream of pure pain and feels everything fade away from her.

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Mr. Sinister's Lair

Rogue's Cell

Extremely Early Morning

July 8

Remy sits holding Rogue to his chest gently stroking her hair singing softly a lullabye in French. His back is pressed against the wall sitting on her mattress, his legs spread so that she is resting between them. His remaining arm is wrapped firmly around her waist pulling her to him gently.

The hand that is carding her hair stills when he feels her shift slightly. He stops singing quickly plunging the room into near silence. After another moment she lets out a barely audible moan and he looks around her head to see her eyes scrunched closed no longer the placid looks of sleep.

He whispers softly near her ear, "hush chere, Remy got yo' some medicine fo' da pain. Just hold on fo' a sec." He then takes extracts the arm that has been holding her and reaches over for a glass and some pills. Gently he takes the pills and holds them at her lips. She opens her mouth slightly and allows them to be places inside before quickly holding the glass so that she can drink.

She takes a small sip and feels the water drip out of her mouth as she tries to swallow. Barely registering the added pain of the glass against her battered lip, she tries to speak but finds herself unable to form a word around her swollen lip and parched mouth.

Remy gives her another small sip of water before setting the glass back down and pulling her to his chest again. "Dun try ta talk cher, yo'. Dere only so much Remy can do fo' yo' right now. Let da pain medicine do its job." She lets out a small sigh sinking back into his chest and letting his arm encircle her once more. The other hand immediately goes back to stroking her hair softly.

"Now Remy is shure yo' got a whole lot a questions. And he gonna do his best to answer dem all withou' yo' havin' ta ask. Dat bien?"

She gives a small nod and snuggles closer to his chest away from the chill of the room. Noticing her obvious chill Remy grabs his duster from where it has been acting as a pillow and drapes it over her body. A small smile once again graces his lips.

"Now lets start with somethin' simple. Well as simple as anythin' is gonna get wid dis story. Obviously yo' wonderin' how come Remy can touch yo' what with yo' power an' all." He pauses taking in the somewhat shocked look on her face, "now don' be so surpirsed dat Remy know 'bout wha' yo' powe' is. Mr. Sinister here he tell us all 'bout yo' powe' chere been gloatin' fo' days 'bout capturin' yo' and his experiments. Cruel bastard dat he is." Pauses to take a deep breathe, "but really da reason dat yo' power dun work is dese cells. Dey are set up to block a certain mutants powers and no one else's. Same as dat serum he has been injectin' yo' all wid in his lab time."

Hearing this Rogue gives a small shudder and tears begin to fall down her cheeks once again. Restrained sobs go through her body painfully causing her to whimper. Remy feels her overwhelming pain and sadness wash over him even as he is already trying to offer some sort of comfort. "Anna, cher, Ah didn' mean ta upset yo'. Ah know it's hell in dere." Tears begin to fall from his own eyes as he gently rocks the ball she has become in his lap. "Dun worry chere, Ah'll get yo' out o' here. Somehow. Ah'll find a way dun yo' worry." Slowly her whimpering subsides and the tears stop but her face remains buried in his shoulder.

Once she has calmed and Remy's emotions are his own once again he returns to stroking her hair occasionally playing with the streak of white. "Now, fo' da next question. Da others be fine. He pretty much ignore' all but yo' and Ms. Monroe taday. Didn' seem ta care one bit 'bout da others. So dat is good right chere?"

She gives a small nod though her face is still hidden. Finding this an encouraging sign Remy continues with a slightly more upbeat tone though keeping his voice soothing at all times. "And even Ms. Monroe once he was done wid her only really was sufferin' from da serum. He didn' do any real questionin' like da other day or wid yo'."

He shifts to stroking her back for a bit while remembering to keep an arm firmly around her at all times. "Dun worry Remy be doin' da best dat he can by yo' friends makin' sure dey get taken care o' in anyway dat he can manage." He pauses once again letting the near silence in the cell drag on.

Finally she shifts her face away from his shoulder giving him a penetrating and questioning look. A small smile almost flashes across his face at this. "Guess dat means yo' want meh ta tell yo' how Ah ended up here and all?" The smile leaves his face quickly as a somewhat distant look appears. She gives a small nod while maintaining eye contact trying to silently will him back to the present.

With a small shake of the head the glassy look leaves Remy's eyes. There is a sad note to his voice when he speaks again, "maybe dat isn' such a good story ta be hearin' tonigh'. Yo' already been through an awful lot taday. How 'bouts Remy tell yo' 'bout his power instead?"

A noncommittal shrug is her only response. He can't help put let a pleading look slip into his eyes as he looks at her again, "please cher, Ah promise ta tell yo' just not tanight." She nods this time and tries to give him a small smile that she understands.

An almost visible release of tension goes through his body and he resumes carding his hand through her hair. "Well Remy here, he gots deux powers. Da first one ain' very excitin' but far as he can figure he had it da longest. It beh called empathy. Lets Remy feel da emotions dat other people be feelin' and sometimes influence dem 'little. Not much mind yo' but some." He gives a confident smirk, "has some definite advantages wid da femmes if Ah do say so myself."

This earns him a playful smack on the shoulder, which causes him to laugh despite himself. "Hey yo' can' blame a homme fo' usein' wha' he got. But really dat is da weaker of Remy's powers. It pretty hard ta control and mostly he just blocks it out cause it really ain' dat fun to feel everyone else's feelin's all da time. Now Remy's autre power is tres bien but is hard ta explain." Hesitantly he reaches under the coat so as not to alarm the ball of Anna in his arms. Pulling out a single card he holds it in two fingers in front of their faces. "What Remy can do is dis. He takes da card and charges is all up fillin' it wid energy. Den if he lets it go," at which point he lazily throws the glowing card which drifts over to the far side of the room before exploding into a small puff of smoke on impact with the wall, "den dings go boom."

This statement causes a small snort to come out of Anna. With an indignant look Remy directs his gaze back down to her face. "Just cause Remy didn't feel like blowin' us both up does NOT mean dat his powe' is not useful." She gives another small snort but for the first time a hint of amusement graces her eyes. Remy can't help but grin broadly at this. "Yo'll see mah power is very useful."

Even as these final words escape his lips a sadness fall back over his face almost instantly. With a forced cheerfulness that Anna can easily see through he returns to the present once more making a full throttle subject change. "So how yo' feelin' any better?"

Anna gives a nod and then croaks out, "yeah, Ah'm feelin' better. But Ah'm feelin' real tired. If Ah sleep fo' a bit will yo' stay?"

"Of course cher, as long as Remy can. Yo' just get yo' rest."

Slowly they shift positions so that he is laying with her head pillowed on his chest the duster spread over them both as best it can. One of his arms holds her tightly to him as though at any moment the fates will rip her away. The other hand is gently stroking her hair and back. Right as she is falling asleep he shifts his head down to press a kiss to her forehead and whispers, "Just go ta sleep cher. Remy watch over yo' just like always."

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Mr. Sinister's Lair

Rogue's Cell

Slightly less extremely early morning

July 8

Gently Remy extracts himself from Anna. The sleeping girl shifts slightly and lets out a small whimper at the loss of warmth but does not waken. Remy rolls over so that he is kneeling beside her and wraps the coat snugly around her body. Kissing her forehead one last time he makes sure there are two more pain pills sitting next to the water by her head.

He then rises and makes his way across the room to the door. As softly as possible he exists the room trying not to wake her. He makes his way down the hall silently always using a thief's stealth even when half asleep. When he arrives at his room he shuts the door before turning and punching the wall viciously. He looks down at his bloody raw knuckles in contemplation for a moment before he is filled once more with anger and frustration.

Quickly he grabs his staff and changes into a pair of sweat pants and a wife beater tank. Entering the hall once more he makes his way down to the gym to work out his complete and utter frustration at the situation he is in. Praying that he will find a solution while pushing his body to its limit.

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tres mal homme – very bad man

deux – two

femmes - ladies

autre – other

tres bien – very good

AN: Due to the fact that someone very close to me has recently died and the semester has started we will just have to see what happens with updating. I am sorry for the delay but the sudden death during the first week of classes has left me somewhat reeling and struggling to get my life back in order. Thank you guys for your patience and I promise to keep this up even if it is a bit slow in the update process sometimes.

Also to my reviewers I really am going to try and do some sort of allowed responces for you guys. Until I get to that THANK YOU. YOU ROCK. :hands out cookies: