One by One the Souls Will Take You Over
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. The title is a line from a song called 'And Don't Forget To Breathe' by A Static Lullaby.
Summary: This is a different story that is set in a parallel universe-mainly focusing on Rogue and Gambit, set after the end of the second season. Rogue never joined the x-men, in fact she has never has meet them instead she joined the Acolytes. Romyness eventually. Note: Rogue has a different past in this story. It will be explained as the story continues.
Author's Note: Once again, I am taking some liberties with Rogue's power, that I didn't mention it the last chapter, cause Rogue didn't want Magneto knowing them. But they will be coming into light in this chapter.
(Translations)
Chapter Seven: Realizations
Piotr sat up looking around; he was in the med lab. His whole body was sore, and his head felt like someone had played soccer with it. He groaned sitting up quickly, instantly thinking that that had been a bad idea when the room started to spin.
"Good t' know y' are awake, mon ami," a Cajun voice said as Remy stepped into the light.
"What happened? I just remember walking in and seeing you all knocked out…. And then Rogue…, what did she do?"
"The Sheila went all crazy on us, mate." St. John stated, walking through the door, carrying a tray of food, which he set down in front of Piotr.
Piotr, looked towards Remy hoping for a better explanation then the Aussie had given him. "De fille used her powers against us." However, still seeing the confused look on Piotr's face, continued, "De fille knocks personnes (people) out."
"Yeah, you were napping for almost thirteen hours mate. And old Sabby was out for a couple of hours too." St. John piped up.
Piotr was to say just a little bit confused with what happened, since Magneto had let it up to a crazy Aussie and a Cajun to fill him in on the details, and needless to say they weren't doing a very good job. "Why? How?
"Pourquoi? (why) Cuz, de fille be sick. An' f' how? Her power, comprenez? (understand)"
"What did the Sheila do to you anyways, mate? You weren't in the room when she went crazy. The Sheila hunted you down didn't she?"
"Merde, Remy told y' de fille was sick. An' den de fille had de nerve t' yell at Remy, an' said he didn't know wha he was talkin' 'bout. "
Piotr was quiet for a while, processing all the information that he had been given. Slowly, he realized that nothing they said made sense. He remembered the look in her eyes, as she had left the training room. No, fled the room. And she had tried to pull away from him; he was the one that didn't let go. Slowly, things started to fall into place. "Comrades, you two are some of the dumbest people I know."
Both Remy and Pyro looked at him startled. "Wha did y' say, homme?"
Piotr responded slowly as though he was talking to five year olds. "You. Two. Are. Dense." Piotr shook his head slightly, but stopped quickly, because it hurt his head even more.
"How are we the stupid ones mate?"
"You told her to her face that she was sick?"
"Oui."
"Did you even bother to ask her what happened?"
"Non, Remy knows wha-"
"Remy, you have selective memory. I could even hear her yelling at Magneto from outside the training room. He told her to use her powers. This is not her fault"
"Not her fault mate? I was injured when she took me down and she hunted you down like an animal.
"Then where is you injury John?" Piotr stated, glancing down at John's arm, which in the morning had been bleeding quite severely. Pyro looked at his arm, his mouth opened in shock, as he rotated his arm around looking for the claw marks left by Sabertooth, but they weren't there. "And for the record I was the one that touched her, not the other way around."
Remy stood looking at John's arm, however he recovered quickly sinking down into a chair beside Piotr's hospital bed. "Merde."
Piotr eyebrows raised questionly at Remy before continuing. "Besides, I do not believe the girl can control it."
"Control what?" Pyro said, as he finally was able to recover from the shock and close his mouth before any flies managed to get in there.
"Her power." Piotr stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Both Remy and John once again looked at him dumbfounded. "How do y' figure dat, homme?"
"Simple. From what I remember and what you have told me, her power is in her skin. And ever since she has been here, not only is she always covered up completely, from head to toe, she hasn't touched anyone, with the exception of hitting Sabertooth. But she also had gloves on then."
"Merde." Remy stated again. "De fille can't touch. Dat ain't right." They sat in silence for a while, no one saying a thing, just thinking about what Piotr had reviled to them.
%%%the next day%%%
"Where do you think the Sheila is?"
"Remy don know. He hasn't seen de fille since hier (yesterday)."
"Shouldn't we apologize to the Sheila?"
"Oui, lets go find her."
%%%in the library%%%
Rogue sat quietly in the library, reading the Odyssey, again, while munching on an apple.
"Rogue?" a tentative voice asked her. She looked up to see Piotr quietly shutting the door to the library. "Can we talk?
"What is there ta talk 'bout?" she drawled before turning back to her book.
"I wanted to apologize for John and Remy. What they did was-"
"None o' ya business, an' ya shouldn't be apologizing fo' their stupidity."
"Yes…well… I also wanted to apologize for grabbing you like that in the training room. I shouldn't have done that."
Rogue looked at him skeptically. "Whatevah."
"No," he said sitting down, "Not whatever. I am sorry." Rogue looked up at him, and nodded in acceptance. "Thank you." He paused again, seeming to gather up some courage, he continued, "If you don't mind me asking, what exactly is your-"
"Power?" Piotr nodded in response. Rogue closed her book and sat up strait, looking at him. "Ah absorb energy. Doesn't really matter what kind, ah just absorb it. With anythin' that is alive, ah get their memories and abilities, an' that includes mutant powers."
Piotr nodded slowly, taking this all in. "But what about John's arm?"
"So, someone finally noticed that? Damn, ah was hopin' ya'll wouldn't." Rogue stated, frowning slightly. "Ah also can push life force out, healin' people. But only if ah got enough energy, an' with all the extra ah had, ah just healed him."
Piotr nodded again, seeming contend with her answer. He got up and left Rogue to her book, and finding his own, he sat down too, and read.
%%%Somewhere outside the Library%%%
"Damn! Where had that Sheila gone to? I checked everywhere! I check the kitchen, the gym, and every closet!?!"
"Closet, mon ami?" Remy said shaking his head. "Wha 'bout de TV room or de library?"
"We have a library?"
"Remy f'got, y' ain't supposed t' know 'bout dat. Mags was 'fraid y' would burn it down, wit all de paper."
"Why does no one trust me?!?!" John said as Remy led him towards the library.
%%%Library%%%
The room was silent, except for when ever once in while when one of them would turn a page. At least until a creaking sound of the door opening, was heard. " 'Allo chere?" Remy questioned, as both him and John walked in the room to find Rogue, pointedly ignoring them. "Chere? Remy just wanted t' say je suis désol
"Yeah, I am sorry to, love."
Rogue's eyes glanced up to glare at Piotr, undoubtedly, he had decide to have a talk with the boys. "Ah ain't ya chere or love," she stated coldly, concentrating on her book. Her knuckles were turning white, since she was holding on to it so hard.
All three boys stiffened slightly, either because of her words or her glare. "Che- Rogue, Remy can understand y' bein' mad at him. Mais, (but) Remy 's sorry." Rogue in turned snorted at this statement. "Remy know 'bout your power an', well,--"
"Ah don't need ya pity, an' nor do ah want it," she stated, if possible, even more colder than the last time she spoke. Remy cringed visibly along with John at her words. She got up slowly, still holding her book and brushed by them, heading towards the door. Remy reflectively, reached out and grabbed her wrist. The second he did, he released it, torn between fearing her powers and what she would do to him. Rogue moved faster then he would have guessed, shoving him up against a near by bookshelf, "Doncha evah touch me again."
Remy's pride flared, for a second, pushing her roughly away. "Or y' will do wha, chere."
Rogue smirked at his comment, "Ah won't do a thin', 'cept perhaps call that wife o' yoahs an' tell her where her 'dear' husband is. Cos' ah'm sure she is just diein' ta know where ya are. Or wait, ya would be the one diein' wouldn't ya Gambit?" Rogue said, smirking more as Remy visibly paled under her words.
"How…" Remy seemed barely able to respond at all. But rather then letting Remy recover, Rogue just walked out of the room, leaving it dead silent.
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Hope you all liked the chapter! And Rogue getting back at Remy of course. Please review!
ohh, and i made piotr the 'voice of reasoning' cause i figured since he didn't normal talk that much he would be a good observer.