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.

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Author's Note: Hello People. Thank you all for the continued support, and I am finally back home in CT (were my parents live) I am taking the semester off, and I am trying to find a job. Thank you all for you reviews and support for me doing this time. Enjoy the update!

I HAVE FIX THE LAST CHAPTER TOO.

Thought (in italics) Telepathic conversations

(Translations)

Pietro's fast talk

Chapter Eighteen: Crimson

The light from the open gym door flowed out into the corridor. He could hear the rhythmic beating that the punching bag was receiving. Slowly, as to not alert her of his presence, he made his way into the gym. And there she was, hammering away at the punching bag and dieu (god)what it a sight to see. She had pulled her hair back though some how those stubborn white streaks of hers had broken free and were framing he face. Her emerald eyes were alight, almost glowing softly, while her lips were pierced tightly into a frown. Remy allowed his eyes to travel downwards, taking in her black sports bra, and grey sweat pants fitted loosely around her waist. He watched silently as she brought her leg up and gave the swinging bag a good kick before landing a hard right hook.

Dragging his wandering eyes back to her face, he realized she wasn't fully there; her moves were too mechanical. Studying he face silently, she looked like she was drowning in her own thoughts. He watched he for a few minutes, almost forgetting why he had come.

Slowly he became aware that she wasn't wearing any gloves. It seemed to jolt him out of the revere he had been in. He had never seen her without her gloves before, unless you count the two seconds before she put him into that coma. Looking closely he noticed the steady stream of blood flowing down her hands and arms, making a startling crimson contrast against her pale ivory skin. Before he even knew what he was doing he had crossed the room and grabbed her wrists.

Rogue eyes flew up, glaring at him, and half-heartedly tried to jerk her hands away, but stopped after a few tugs. It alarmed him how fast she gave up, knowing that on any other day, she would have flung him across the room yelling at him for even daring to touch her. "Rogue," he said, his voice cutting through the silence.

"Let meh go," she growled out.

Gambit tilted his eyes and appeared to study her for a moment, "Non."

" 'nd why tha hell not?"

"Chere, y' bleeding." He responded, lifting her hands up.

"Gee, lahke ya care," Rogue said sarcastically, as Remy dragged her to a bench along the wall.

"Sit," he commanded, and before Rogue could even respond, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down. She watched him as he found a rag and dumped the contends of her water bottle on it, before walking back and grabbing her hand he began to dab away the blood.

She just glared at him, as he sat down and continued to clean her up. She opened her mouth to hurl an insult at him, but it died in her throat when she noticed his gloves. No one wore gloves around her. Her skin had always been her problem to deal with, no one else's. She couldn't warp her mind around it. Why would he-

"Y' gonna tell Remy why y' just lost it?" the Cajun said, interrupting her thoughts. "The psyches messing wit y' again, chere?"

"None of ya damn business swamp rat."

"It be Remy's business, when he cain't sleep cuz y' broadcasting so much." He said softly. She looked startled, eyes wide in surprise, before the fluttered shut. He wondered briefly what she was doing before he felt it, her walls were going up again. Ever so slowly he was loosing the feel of her. Not wishing to analyze his own feelings at this change of events, his eyes wondered around the room trying to find something else to focus on. Focusing down at her hands, the blood had long since been wiped away. Placing the now red cloth on the bench, his fingers explored her hands searching for the cuts- anything that would have caused that much blood. But there was nothing. Not a scratch, her skin was flawless. "Were de cuts?"

"Wha?" She said, shaken out of her reverie.

"De cuts, de ones y' be bleeding from?" he said tightening his grip on her hands as she tried to pull them away. "Were are dey?"

Twisting her hands free, she got up, "Ah most have had some of tha Wolverine's powahs left." Grapping her bag he made he way across the room, with Gambit on her heals.

" Y' absorbed de homme trois (three) days ago."

"Point being, Cajun? What the hell do ya know about mah powahs?" She glowered at him. "Ya know shit, so why dontcha wondah on back ta ya room, an' go ta sleep. Nothing keepin' ya up now." She growled at him, spinnging around.

He watched her walk away silently as she was swallowed up by the welcoming darkness of the hall.

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Yep the end to another chapter. Yea to that. Please review, and I will update within the next two weeks. That is a promise. See you all then.