Rogue looked away. "It, it was an accident, that night."
"But... how?" He took her glove off and entwined their fingers. "An'... yo had t'have known, so why'd y'keep it a secret?" Remy couldn't help but ask.
"Ah... Ah thought that if Ah started to feel," She moved her hand away from his and held it to her chest. She felt awkward and slightly shy. Shy? She shook her head. "Ah thought Ah wouldn' be able ta handle it if Ah were ta lose that again. It would have jus' been bettah if ya wouldn't have known, ya couldn't have used it against me."
"But I haven' used it against y'Rogue. And Remy dun plan t'." He took her hand again.
Rogue let out a forced laugh. "Ya say that now, when ya've just found out." Ah've gotta move, he's too close, and Ah'm trapped. She thought, feeling her back against the building. However, she couldn't seem to get her legs to move.
Remy shook his head and moved a piece of white hair out of her face. "Remy dun want t'hurt yo. He really dun. He does however, wanna have a good time with y'. After y'explain t'me why Remy's immune t'yo're power."
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The guy looked up at Piotr and slowly released Kitty's wrist.
"What, is she your girlfriend?" He asked. He was clearly frightened, but trying to not let on.
"That doesn't matter. You should leave a lady alone when she asks you to." Piotr replied, putting a hand on Kitty's shoulder.
The guy took a step back. "Fine." And he turned and left.
Kitty looked up at Piotr with a smile. He returned the smile before turning and heading back to the table. Kitty just watched him go for a second before following him back.
"Thank you, but you like, didn't have to do that." She told him, her blue eyes slightly confused.
"Don't thank me. It was merely the way I was raised."
Kitty sat down. "Raised? You mean in Russia. I mean, you are Russian... aren't you?" Piotr nodded. Kitty smiled slightly. "It's a cool accent."
Piotr chuckled ever so lightly. "Surprised people here understand. I learned English very quickly."
"Why?"
"To come here."
There was a short silence before Kitty asked, "And why did you do that. I mean, you like, don't seem the type of person to be, you know, assosicated with a guy like Magneto."
Piotr didn't answer for a while, but instead watched Amara and John. They were at it again at the Air Hockey table. "There is reasoning behind all actions." He replied simply.
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"Remy guess dat makes sense." Remy commented as they walked along the sidewalk. Rogue had just explained to him how he could touch her. She wasn't sure where they were headed, but she didn't care at the moment.
He smiled at her. "Unexpected turn o'events but welcomed non-the- less, non?"
"Ah guess so." Rogue replied. Remy snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her to him.
"Y'guess?"
"Ah guess."
Remy shook his head, an amused smile on his face.
After a little more time of walking he stopped in front of a building that was playing fairly loud music and there was the sound people talking and laughing.
"This is a bar." Rogue pointed out.
"Not'in' get's past yo' cherie."
She gave him a look and he chuckled. "Yo'll like it." He assured her, leading her by the shoulders into the bar. It was pretty packed and their entrance certainly drew the attention of the girls in the bar. Rogue wanted to gag but controlled herself.
"Y'know, if yo'd let loose a lil you could be like dem." Remy pointed out, noticing her look.
Rogue looked at him and he sat down on a barstool in front of the counter. She made a face then shook her head. "Ah don' think so."
"Non?"
"No."
"How old y'again?" Remy asked her.
"Not old enough." Rogue replied, eyeing the bartender. She was currently at the register flirting with some guy.
Remy got back up and led Rogue down a few seats. "Alrighty den, play along." He had sat down next to an attractive blonde. "Look dat way slightly."
Rogue's eyes narrowed a bit as Remy turned ever so slighty so that it looked rather as if he were with the blonde then Rogue. Rogue sighed and shifted in the other direction.
A different bartender walked over to Remy. "Anything you'd like sir?"
"Oui. Two beers. Dun matter what kind."
The bartender looked to the blonde then nodded and walked off. Remy shifted back over to look at Rogue. "Dey dun really care in dis place as long as dey have a way t'turn deir heads."
"Whoevah said Ah even wanted a beer?" Rogue questioned.
"Remy's seen y'wit' alchohol at home." Remy replied.
"Ya usually saw me with a margarita or a daquery. Ah don't like this cheep stuff." Rogue replied.
"Hafta be expensive huh?" Remy asked with a smirk.
"Evah heard of a cheep date? Especially one with someone lihke me?" Rogue put a hand on her hip.
Remy shook his head and laughed. "O' course not." He turned in his seat. "Umm... change dat order o' any beer t'a strawberry daquery and an any beer."
The guy nodded and set Remy's beer down. Remy looked at Rogue. "Dat better?"
"Much."
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"And I like, take it you don't want to discuss those reasons?" Kitty asked.
Piotr looked at her for a second. "No, not really."
Kitty nodded. "Alright. I guess I can like, see how that would be awkward. I mean, you being an acolyte and all and like, me being an X-men. It must be weird like, talking to me at all. I guess it just like, didn't feel so much like it, I mean, you know, like I was talking to an acolyte, because, well, you seem different from the others. Not like I've, you know, actually met them in person, or like, talked to them, but, I mean, I'm probably..." She trailed as she noticed a small smile on Piotr's lips. He looked amused and oddly curious. "I'm rambeling aren't I? Aren't I? Of course I am. I like, do that a lot when I'm nervous. It's like, a really bad habbit of mine and sometimes I just like, can't stop," He was still looking at her with that odd expression. "Sorry, you must be annoyed. I'm sorry."
"No... it's, uhhh, cute."
Kitty blushed slightly and looked down.
Piotr looked concerned. "Did I, say something wrong?"
Kitty shook her head. "Ooh, no, not at all! It was actually kinda sweet" Her blush deepened.
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"They're flirting?"
"They're flirting."
"They're flirting!"
John shook his head. "Hard for you to believe Sheila?"
"It's Kitty!"
"Yeeeeaaah?"
"You heard her earlier! She was narotic about us coming here with you guys. Hanging out with the enemy and all. Well, she was with Lance for a while so that makes senes but still! How can she get mad at me when..." She pointed at the two.
John elbowed her. "Hey, don't give her a hard time about it. I don't think I like her much, but Piotr seems to like her and he's in need of a chick."
Amara looked up at him. "I have to give her a hard time! She gave me one."
John shook his head. "If you don't give her a hard time, perhaps she'll help you come out here and see me more often."
She grinned. "Hmmm.... You make a point."
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Rogue had gotten her drink and was sipping at it. It was her first one, but Remy was on his third drink.
"No, yo' should have been dere when John decided t'buy some cat nip an' see how Sabertoot' would react. It was hillarious! Y'wanna see some freaky stuff, bring some o' dat in de house!" Remy replied, laughing at the thought. Rogue couldn't help but laugh either. It sounded funny.
"Ah may jus' have ta do that sometihme. Ah'm pretty sure that cat'll kill me though." She replied.
Remy continued to laugh and shook his head.
It was then that the female bartender Rogue had seen earlier came toward them, swinging her hips and a fakey smile on her face.
"Heeeeey." She said, stopping in front of Remy and putting her elbows down on the counter in front of him. Remy sat back slightly and looked at her.
"What?" He asked.
Rogue looked from the girl to Remy.
The girl glanced quickly at Rogue before speaking again. "Want another drink? On the house."
Remy shrugged. "If yo payin', Remy's fine."
The girl's smile broadened and she got up to go get his drink. Rogue was glaring at him.
"What?" He asked, feeling her gaze on him.
"Nothin' absolutely nothin'." Rogue replied, but it was obvious in her voice that it wasn't nothing.
"Cherie-"
"Here you go." The girl was back and she set the beer down in front of him. She glanced at Rogue again. "Aren't you a little young to be drinking?"
"Aren't you a lil too ditzy ta be workin' here?" Rogue retorted.
The girl rolled her eyes and looked back at Remy.
"Yo' shouldn' roll yer eyes-"
"Oh it was nooothing." The girl assured him, her voice sugar coated. "She just looked young and it's my job." She looked back at Rogue. "Do you have an ID?"
"No. Ah didn' think Ah'd be interrogated! And he drove."
The girl laughed. "You have no form of identification on you?"
"No! Do Ah need ta spell it out fo' ya?"
The girl looked back at Remy. "You're girlfriend's got quite the attitude."
"She's not exactly Remy's girlfriend."
Rogue looked at him, her eyes narrowed. No, she wasn't, but she knew if it had been a guy he would have let that slip.
"Oh, well, I guess she won't mind if I do this then." And the girl bent down and kissed him.
Rogue scowled and stood up. She didn't wait long for Remy. He hadn't moved away and that was all she needed to know. She retrieved fifteen dollars and put it on the table before walking out of the bar, her fists clenched tight.
She walked quickly in the direction they had come. She didn't look back to see if he was following. He'd have said something if he were... wouldn't he?
She came to a stop as she reached the ally, the ally he had found out that he could touch her. She moved in front of the spot she expected she had been pinned and thrust her fist as hard as she could into that spot. Then, with a suppressed growl of rage, continued on.
How could he do that?! She'd known from the beginning it was all a game. All o' it, and Piotr warned me. Heh! Ah told him Ah'd be careful, that no mattah what he did Ah wouldn't get hurt... she sighed. Ah guess Ah lied. She hated to admit it to herself, but she'd let herself get hope. She'd opened up to him even! At least somewhat. And of course, as she had known originally, it was just a game, a game she'd lost.
She'd thought she had been stronger then that...
She turned again to the wall and punched it with even more strength. Her knuckles hurt but she didn't care. She really didn't care.
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"It's like, getting late Amara; we have to be back before curfew. I think we're already late for that though..."
Amara sighed and turned to John. "She's right. We should get going. See you later I guess."
John nodded. "See you later." And he bent down slightly and kissed her shortly. Her eyes widened and she just stared at him. He had to supress a laugh.
A hand on his shoulder reminded him that they too should be going.
"Good-bye Katya." And they were making their way out of the place.
"You probably shouldn't have kissed her."
"Oh it was nothin mate, it'll be fine."
Piotr shook his head and made his way for the car. As he got there, he noticed someone leaning against it. They had their arms crossed over their chest and was looking out at a park across the street.
"Rogue?" Piotr asked, he sounded surprised.
She turned her head and looked at him.
"Aww man, does this mean I don't get the front?" John asked. He had been halfway around the car when he'd noticed her.
"Back John."
John cursed under his breath and got in when Piotr unlocked the doors. Rogue got in then too.
Sitting down in the driver's seat, Piotr turned to look at Rogue. He was trying to determine just how to word what he was thinking when John cut in. "Aren't you suppose to be on a date with Gambit?"
"Ah'm not supposed ta be doin' anythang." Rogue replied dryly. She looked out the window and away from them.
Piotr started up the car.
"Well, how'd you know we were in town?" John asked.
"Ah hadn't. Ah saw the car."
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When they got home Remy wasn't there. Rogue pretended not to care; not to notice. She went straight to her room and changed. From there, it was straight to the gym. She spent over an hour in there trying to work herself until she collapsed. Piotr had noticed her ecesseive time in there though and finally came in. Rogue was sweating and the hair that had fallen loose of her pony-tail were matted against her cheeks and neck.
"Rogue?" He asked carefully as she punched at the punching bag. She didn't respond. "Rogue, please."
"Jus' say ya told me so." Rogue replied, her voice slightly scornful.
Piotr shook his head and walked toward her. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her away from the punching bag. "Stop! Now, you're going to hurt yourself."
"So?" Rogue growled, trying to move her shoulder out of his grip. He didn't release her.
"Rogue! What happened?"
"Exactly what ya said would! Happy?"
"No! Why would you think that." It was a statement more then a question.
Rogue sighed. "Ah don't know."
Piotr let go of her shoulder and she didn't try to begin her excerise again. Instead she sat down on a pile of mats.
"Want to tell me what happened now?" Piotr asked.
Rogue shook her head. "It's nothin' Ah'll be fine."
"Rogue." He replied firmly. She sighed.
"Alraght." She shook her head and began to explain. After she got done explaining that she had been in the park when she saw their car the door opened. It was John.
"Hey Sheila, Mags wants to see ya." John told her.
Rogue looked at Piotr, who yet hadn't gotten a chance to reply to her story. He looked away. He still was pretty angry at the man.
Rogue sighed. Great, just what Ah need. "Ah'm comin'." She told John before heading off to Magneto's office.
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Sorry again about the delay. Man, I'm gonna be saying that in every A/N. This was longer then normal though so be happy! Please? Lol. Annnyway, I'm not going to reply to the review things this time like usual cuz, well, I'm lazy. Yup I'm just too lazy. After all the work it took me to get that stuff done, yeah, I think Imma go easy on the replies.
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"But... how?" He took her glove off and entwined their fingers. "An'... yo had t'have known, so why'd y'keep it a secret?" Remy couldn't help but ask.
"Ah... Ah thought that if Ah started to feel," She moved her hand away from his and held it to her chest. She felt awkward and slightly shy. Shy? She shook her head. "Ah thought Ah wouldn' be able ta handle it if Ah were ta lose that again. It would have jus' been bettah if ya wouldn't have known, ya couldn't have used it against me."
"But I haven' used it against y'Rogue. And Remy dun plan t'." He took her hand again.
Rogue let out a forced laugh. "Ya say that now, when ya've just found out." Ah've gotta move, he's too close, and Ah'm trapped. She thought, feeling her back against the building. However, she couldn't seem to get her legs to move.
Remy shook his head and moved a piece of white hair out of her face. "Remy dun want t'hurt yo. He really dun. He does however, wanna have a good time with y'. After y'explain t'me why Remy's immune t'yo're power."
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The guy looked up at Piotr and slowly released Kitty's wrist.
"What, is she your girlfriend?" He asked. He was clearly frightened, but trying to not let on.
"That doesn't matter. You should leave a lady alone when she asks you to." Piotr replied, putting a hand on Kitty's shoulder.
The guy took a step back. "Fine." And he turned and left.
Kitty looked up at Piotr with a smile. He returned the smile before turning and heading back to the table. Kitty just watched him go for a second before following him back.
"Thank you, but you like, didn't have to do that." She told him, her blue eyes slightly confused.
"Don't thank me. It was merely the way I was raised."
Kitty sat down. "Raised? You mean in Russia. I mean, you are Russian... aren't you?" Piotr nodded. Kitty smiled slightly. "It's a cool accent."
Piotr chuckled ever so lightly. "Surprised people here understand. I learned English very quickly."
"Why?"
"To come here."
There was a short silence before Kitty asked, "And why did you do that. I mean, you like, don't seem the type of person to be, you know, assosicated with a guy like Magneto."
Piotr didn't answer for a while, but instead watched Amara and John. They were at it again at the Air Hockey table. "There is reasoning behind all actions." He replied simply.
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"Remy guess dat makes sense." Remy commented as they walked along the sidewalk. Rogue had just explained to him how he could touch her. She wasn't sure where they were headed, but she didn't care at the moment.
He smiled at her. "Unexpected turn o'events but welcomed non-the- less, non?"
"Ah guess so." Rogue replied. Remy snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her to him.
"Y'guess?"
"Ah guess."
Remy shook his head, an amused smile on his face.
After a little more time of walking he stopped in front of a building that was playing fairly loud music and there was the sound people talking and laughing.
"This is a bar." Rogue pointed out.
"Not'in' get's past yo' cherie."
She gave him a look and he chuckled. "Yo'll like it." He assured her, leading her by the shoulders into the bar. It was pretty packed and their entrance certainly drew the attention of the girls in the bar. Rogue wanted to gag but controlled herself.
"Y'know, if yo'd let loose a lil you could be like dem." Remy pointed out, noticing her look.
Rogue looked at him and he sat down on a barstool in front of the counter. She made a face then shook her head. "Ah don' think so."
"Non?"
"No."
"How old y'again?" Remy asked her.
"Not old enough." Rogue replied, eyeing the bartender. She was currently at the register flirting with some guy.
Remy got back up and led Rogue down a few seats. "Alrighty den, play along." He had sat down next to an attractive blonde. "Look dat way slightly."
Rogue's eyes narrowed a bit as Remy turned ever so slighty so that it looked rather as if he were with the blonde then Rogue. Rogue sighed and shifted in the other direction.
A different bartender walked over to Remy. "Anything you'd like sir?"
"Oui. Two beers. Dun matter what kind."
The bartender looked to the blonde then nodded and walked off. Remy shifted back over to look at Rogue. "Dey dun really care in dis place as long as dey have a way t'turn deir heads."
"Whoevah said Ah even wanted a beer?" Rogue questioned.
"Remy's seen y'wit' alchohol at home." Remy replied.
"Ya usually saw me with a margarita or a daquery. Ah don't like this cheep stuff." Rogue replied.
"Hafta be expensive huh?" Remy asked with a smirk.
"Evah heard of a cheep date? Especially one with someone lihke me?" Rogue put a hand on her hip.
Remy shook his head and laughed. "O' course not." He turned in his seat. "Umm... change dat order o' any beer t'a strawberry daquery and an any beer."
The guy nodded and set Remy's beer down. Remy looked at Rogue. "Dat better?"
"Much."
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"And I like, take it you don't want to discuss those reasons?" Kitty asked.
Piotr looked at her for a second. "No, not really."
Kitty nodded. "Alright. I guess I can like, see how that would be awkward. I mean, you being an acolyte and all and like, me being an X-men. It must be weird like, talking to me at all. I guess it just like, didn't feel so much like it, I mean, you know, like I was talking to an acolyte, because, well, you seem different from the others. Not like I've, you know, actually met them in person, or like, talked to them, but, I mean, I'm probably..." She trailed as she noticed a small smile on Piotr's lips. He looked amused and oddly curious. "I'm rambeling aren't I? Aren't I? Of course I am. I like, do that a lot when I'm nervous. It's like, a really bad habbit of mine and sometimes I just like, can't stop," He was still looking at her with that odd expression. "Sorry, you must be annoyed. I'm sorry."
"No... it's, uhhh, cute."
Kitty blushed slightly and looked down.
Piotr looked concerned. "Did I, say something wrong?"
Kitty shook her head. "Ooh, no, not at all! It was actually kinda sweet" Her blush deepened.
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"They're flirting?"
"They're flirting."
"They're flirting!"
John shook his head. "Hard for you to believe Sheila?"
"It's Kitty!"
"Yeeeeaaah?"
"You heard her earlier! She was narotic about us coming here with you guys. Hanging out with the enemy and all. Well, she was with Lance for a while so that makes senes but still! How can she get mad at me when..." She pointed at the two.
John elbowed her. "Hey, don't give her a hard time about it. I don't think I like her much, but Piotr seems to like her and he's in need of a chick."
Amara looked up at him. "I have to give her a hard time! She gave me one."
John shook his head. "If you don't give her a hard time, perhaps she'll help you come out here and see me more often."
She grinned. "Hmmm.... You make a point."
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Rogue had gotten her drink and was sipping at it. It was her first one, but Remy was on his third drink.
"No, yo' should have been dere when John decided t'buy some cat nip an' see how Sabertoot' would react. It was hillarious! Y'wanna see some freaky stuff, bring some o' dat in de house!" Remy replied, laughing at the thought. Rogue couldn't help but laugh either. It sounded funny.
"Ah may jus' have ta do that sometihme. Ah'm pretty sure that cat'll kill me though." She replied.
Remy continued to laugh and shook his head.
It was then that the female bartender Rogue had seen earlier came toward them, swinging her hips and a fakey smile on her face.
"Heeeeey." She said, stopping in front of Remy and putting her elbows down on the counter in front of him. Remy sat back slightly and looked at her.
"What?" He asked.
Rogue looked from the girl to Remy.
The girl glanced quickly at Rogue before speaking again. "Want another drink? On the house."
Remy shrugged. "If yo payin', Remy's fine."
The girl's smile broadened and she got up to go get his drink. Rogue was glaring at him.
"What?" He asked, feeling her gaze on him.
"Nothin' absolutely nothin'." Rogue replied, but it was obvious in her voice that it wasn't nothing.
"Cherie-"
"Here you go." The girl was back and she set the beer down in front of him. She glanced at Rogue again. "Aren't you a little young to be drinking?"
"Aren't you a lil too ditzy ta be workin' here?" Rogue retorted.
The girl rolled her eyes and looked back at Remy.
"Yo' shouldn' roll yer eyes-"
"Oh it was nooothing." The girl assured him, her voice sugar coated. "She just looked young and it's my job." She looked back at Rogue. "Do you have an ID?"
"No. Ah didn' think Ah'd be interrogated! And he drove."
The girl laughed. "You have no form of identification on you?"
"No! Do Ah need ta spell it out fo' ya?"
The girl looked back at Remy. "You're girlfriend's got quite the attitude."
"She's not exactly Remy's girlfriend."
Rogue looked at him, her eyes narrowed. No, she wasn't, but she knew if it had been a guy he would have let that slip.
"Oh, well, I guess she won't mind if I do this then." And the girl bent down and kissed him.
Rogue scowled and stood up. She didn't wait long for Remy. He hadn't moved away and that was all she needed to know. She retrieved fifteen dollars and put it on the table before walking out of the bar, her fists clenched tight.
She walked quickly in the direction they had come. She didn't look back to see if he was following. He'd have said something if he were... wouldn't he?
She came to a stop as she reached the ally, the ally he had found out that he could touch her. She moved in front of the spot she expected she had been pinned and thrust her fist as hard as she could into that spot. Then, with a suppressed growl of rage, continued on.
How could he do that?! She'd known from the beginning it was all a game. All o' it, and Piotr warned me. Heh! Ah told him Ah'd be careful, that no mattah what he did Ah wouldn't get hurt... she sighed. Ah guess Ah lied. She hated to admit it to herself, but she'd let herself get hope. She'd opened up to him even! At least somewhat. And of course, as she had known originally, it was just a game, a game she'd lost.
She'd thought she had been stronger then that...
She turned again to the wall and punched it with even more strength. Her knuckles hurt but she didn't care. She really didn't care.
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"It's like, getting late Amara; we have to be back before curfew. I think we're already late for that though..."
Amara sighed and turned to John. "She's right. We should get going. See you later I guess."
John nodded. "See you later." And he bent down slightly and kissed her shortly. Her eyes widened and she just stared at him. He had to supress a laugh.
A hand on his shoulder reminded him that they too should be going.
"Good-bye Katya." And they were making their way out of the place.
"You probably shouldn't have kissed her."
"Oh it was nothin mate, it'll be fine."
Piotr shook his head and made his way for the car. As he got there, he noticed someone leaning against it. They had their arms crossed over their chest and was looking out at a park across the street.
"Rogue?" Piotr asked, he sounded surprised.
She turned her head and looked at him.
"Aww man, does this mean I don't get the front?" John asked. He had been halfway around the car when he'd noticed her.
"Back John."
John cursed under his breath and got in when Piotr unlocked the doors. Rogue got in then too.
Sitting down in the driver's seat, Piotr turned to look at Rogue. He was trying to determine just how to word what he was thinking when John cut in. "Aren't you suppose to be on a date with Gambit?"
"Ah'm not supposed ta be doin' anythang." Rogue replied dryly. She looked out the window and away from them.
Piotr started up the car.
"Well, how'd you know we were in town?" John asked.
"Ah hadn't. Ah saw the car."
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When they got home Remy wasn't there. Rogue pretended not to care; not to notice. She went straight to her room and changed. From there, it was straight to the gym. She spent over an hour in there trying to work herself until she collapsed. Piotr had noticed her ecesseive time in there though and finally came in. Rogue was sweating and the hair that had fallen loose of her pony-tail were matted against her cheeks and neck.
"Rogue?" He asked carefully as she punched at the punching bag. She didn't respond. "Rogue, please."
"Jus' say ya told me so." Rogue replied, her voice slightly scornful.
Piotr shook his head and walked toward her. He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her away from the punching bag. "Stop! Now, you're going to hurt yourself."
"So?" Rogue growled, trying to move her shoulder out of his grip. He didn't release her.
"Rogue! What happened?"
"Exactly what ya said would! Happy?"
"No! Why would you think that." It was a statement more then a question.
Rogue sighed. "Ah don't know."
Piotr let go of her shoulder and she didn't try to begin her excerise again. Instead she sat down on a pile of mats.
"Want to tell me what happened now?" Piotr asked.
Rogue shook her head. "It's nothin' Ah'll be fine."
"Rogue." He replied firmly. She sighed.
"Alraght." She shook her head and began to explain. After she got done explaining that she had been in the park when she saw their car the door opened. It was John.
"Hey Sheila, Mags wants to see ya." John told her.
Rogue looked at Piotr, who yet hadn't gotten a chance to reply to her story. He looked away. He still was pretty angry at the man.
Rogue sighed. Great, just what Ah need. "Ah'm comin'." She told John before heading off to Magneto's office.
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Sorry again about the delay. Man, I'm gonna be saying that in every A/N. This was longer then normal though so be happy! Please? Lol. Annnyway, I'm not going to reply to the review things this time like usual cuz, well, I'm lazy. Yup I'm just too lazy. After all the work it took me to get that stuff done, yeah, I think Imma go easy on the replies.
Oh, and don't kill me. Please? Got several threats of getting killed (:-S) in my reviews, (lol) and I'm guessing this chapt here doesn't help...
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