DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE X-MEN!
Remy rubbed his sore arm as he drove. He damned the glass that hap put him through more pain than it was worth.
"Ya feelin' okay, Remy?" Aura asked.
"Just peachy." He snarled.
"Should Rogue be afraid?" Not like Remy could ever really hurt her. Aura thought, rolling her eyes.
"Tres oui, mon ami."
The girl had insulted his integrity, then proceeded to pierce him. Multiple times. Yes. Remy was lobster boiling mad. "Can't believe she did that, just walked off." Jake said from the passenger seat.
"Why?" It's a very Rogue thing to do. 'Sides, better for her to walk it off than kick that crippled Cajun when he's down."
Remy glared at her through the rearview mirror. "Right here, y'know."
"Still though, she knows how much you ate needles. Kinda bitchy of her to leave ya sitting there with one staring you in the face, neh?"
Aura fell silent, trying to figure out how to tell Jake that it wasn't really that bad. She was able to downplay it because she knew what Rogue was going through.
The southern girl had never felt respected or loved in her life. And the one man that she was warming up to, other than Logan, had made it seem like he was trying to seduce and use her more than anyone ever had before.
"It's fine. Rogue's been having a worse day than I was. I get how she's feelin'."
"Like she wants t'kill de world?" Remy said with obvious sarcastic venom.
"No, Remy, just you."
A shiver of shock went down Gambit's spine. It wasn't the best feeling to know that the girl he swore he was falling in love with was wanting to kill him for his own stupidity. "Sometimes your to dense for your own good, Gambit. If you claim to be an empathy, you could at least have some idea of how she feels about you." Jake said.
He didn't need any special powers to see that Rogue was smitten with the jackass. And for some reason that made him want to punch Gambit. No, he knew that he wasn't in love with Rogue. He knew that there was no romantic feeling between them, however, she was like a sister to him at times and she had saved his ass more than once. He wanted to protect her from being tortured even more than she already had. But the Cajun was making that extremely hard to do.
"Yeah, she ain't too fond o'dis Cajun." He said, accelerating out of a turn. They were topping the hill that would let them overlook the mansion on the other side.
"Psh. Oh please. That's a lie and you know it. You know she's afraid of how she feels. She's a little too fond of you by her standards. You're the thing t hat makes her start to wish she were normal so that she wouldn't have to pose the risk of hurting you. You're what makes her wish she was touchable."
"Non, dat ain't Remy dat be makin' her feel dat way. Dat would b'life itself."
Rogue had suffered through the cold for a solitary walk home.
She didn't mind having to be alone. She was used to it.
Gambit didn't know how badly he had pissed her off. And he never would. No one, for that matter, would. After Rogue's long and hard battle with herself, her psyches, and her life, she had learned to keep control of her emotions even more so than before she had come to Xavier's. When she let go, released the reins, she was forced into a painful oblivion of confusion and heartache.
She knew that the intricate mental tap box for her psyches was well worth having to bite her naturally smart tongue. It saved her the pain of having the psyches try to bite back and her dealing with the mother of all headaches.
She knew that even though she'd left earlier, it was very possible that the others were already at home.
She was only about a mile away when the horrid stench of brimstone, hellfire, and smoke burned her nostrils.
She started to walk faster, recognizing the smells as something that Kurt produced when he bamfed. She felt that something was amiss. Then, rounding the winding road, she broke out into a full out sprint as she hit the quarter mile mark. Seeing the fire and hearing the screams.