Author's note: Ha! So i'm thinking of doing the fight scene mahself. Oh yea and i knoooowwwwww i'm a horrible person- not updating for so long. But gawd if any of you are in high school ya'll know how it is. I've been so tied up, and in a major writer's block. I must have started this chapter like five different times! Allswell i like it- though i feel rogue is a bit outta character...however that may be due to remy's empathy..hint hint. Okay okay i feel like this story is a bit stationary....too much brooding...but I'm tryinnnnnn to move it along. Hehe i really need to set an organized time schedule for the story too...its hard for me to keep up with what's happening when. I have to go back and reread it to see what I have left by the wayside. Okay i'm gonna shudup now. On to the story. And i wont promise the next chapter updated so soon...got a buncho exams coming up (sat's, sat's II, finals, etc. and etc....and then summer- which i'll be away at camp. However if i can find a computer there i might be able to update more often). ALSO IF ANY OF YOU COULD TELL ME HOW LOGAN'S ACCENT WORKS I'D REALLLY APPRECIATE IT...i'm gonna be givin him more lines..so.....Allrighty then. thoughts are italicized and in bold (except when there is a telepathic discussion, the main character at that moment will be the only one with their thoughts in bold, this way it'll make the discussion clearer- ex. in ch.2).

Disclaimer's notice: none of these characters belong to me (cause then I'd be rich) they belong to marvel, etc. However the story line is mine.

In the Air

By: Dark Elf

The roar of the motorcycle ripped through the heart of the quiet suburban street. It's growling voice sang a thunderous song in the air, telling a tale of its untamed nature. It reverberated off of the walls of the passing houses, taunting their inhabitants to glance out of their windows. A fleeting glimpse of two figures on a sleek, black bike, barely brushed the outside of the mystery that cloaked and surrounded them. No one could have guessed their secrets- for even they didn't know each other's. Leaves flew by, carried on the restless wind which flowed and pulled against the hair of the passengers. White streaked and red auburn hair, both exquisite and beautifully long, danced as the breeze caressed and whistled through the unique tresses. Cloth covered arms held the driver tightly around the waist- thrilling both of them.

Rogue had never felt so calm, so peaceful. Which was odd- considering the fact that the enigma known as Remy was probably breaking every speed limit ever set by man. The freezing wind whipped against her face unforgivingly. But instead of her usual scowl, Rogue's face broke out, for the hundredth time that day-since she met Remy, into a silly smile. Rogue was elated beyond words and coherent thought. It should have bothered her, or concerned her just a tiny bit, how she had ever found herself in this new situation. Every once in a while she would begin to think about how strange everything was, but...it seemed as if some unknown force kept her mind from dwelling on that little detail and focused all of her senses on the sensual person in front of her. She closed her eyes, allowing darkness to envelop her, and tried to concentrate on the feel of the body that was almost, embarrassingly for her, intimately draped between her thighs.

Her arms, however, unabashedly encircled his slender waist as her head continually tried to inconspicuously rest on his firm shoulder. Just thinking about the closeness that she was sharing with Remy made her face heat up- she could feel a flushed feeling creeping across her pale cheeks, livening them up- increasing with every minute. She was glad Remy could not see her now, for she was sure that a certain rosy tint now prominently coated her face. And why shouldn't it? She could feel a soft and constant warmth emanating from him, tempting her to snuggle up closer behind him, just as clearly as she could make out the patterns of his taught muscles underneath her palms. Denied for so long the feel of others, now every sensation for Rogue was blown a hundred times larger than it had ever been before. Every breath that passed through the man in front of her also passed through her. Every shudder...every smile. How she wished she could stay like that forever! Lost in his sexy, fragrant scent.

But you can't. You ignorant girl. Have you FORGOTTEN what a freak you are?! And WHY would HE, for that matter, want a reject like you?

Rogue inwardly flinched. Those damned voices always came at the most inopportune of times. Whenever they sensed that she was content- even a to the smallest degree- they began picking and tearing at the soft walls in her mind. They, in truth, were more annoying then anything else. She would try to ignore them, but they slowly wore her down with their incessant abuse. However, this time Rogue quickly resolved to put them in their place. From some unknown store, she felt her anger rise up, her rage easily becoming a boil, lending her courage and conviction, as she went to respond.

Shud up! Yah dumb-ass, weak, scavenging, pis-ant, ghosts! At le'st AH have the possibility o' touchin'! That's it ain't it? Ya'll just jealous as hell- cause YA'LL know YAH ain'y nothin' mo' then abandoned mem'ries!

Surprisingly, the voices, which had been unprepared for such a confidant response, quickly receded and left her mind a quiet, hushed area. Rogue blinked back her shock- she had never felt so...so strong, so sure of who she was. Her lost sense of identity shrunk a bit; all the hours of constant depression and pain left her- if just for that second. She was sure they would be back. They always were. Something was different now though.... Instead of running away from them she had shouted back- with all her Southern fury- and she hadn't failed. They could go on berating her for all she cared anymore, as long as she was with Remy, nothing mattered. Not the voices. Not her mutation.

"Y' doin' fine back dere, petite?"

Rogue barely heard Remy's silky voice as the sound was suddenly flew past her- driven by the rapidly passing air.

"Yea Sugah. Ain't nothin' lak goin' a hundred mahls an 'our downa windin' road!"

Remy's chuckle played around her ear as he sped up.

"Ahhh...but mon chere- what fun is dere wid'out a little danger? Plus...

Once more she could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath her arms as another burst of sultry laughter left his lips and shook his body. With a lowered, bedroom voice, he continued.

"...it has its ben'fits."

Emphasizing his meaning, Remy wiggled his hips expertly and pushed back a bit, with his waist, into her arms- a sexy smile, which she couldn't see, gracing his mouth. Rogue blushed furiously- clearly understanding the insinuation. Everything he did surprised her- never had she met anyone so confidant, almost arrogant at times, that she actually liked. There was something about him- something that made her ignore the blatant flirting coming out of his mouth.... Something that wouldn't allow her to be repulsed by his playboy attitude. With his duster and bike, he was exactly the kind of boy that you didn't take home. And she was. He couldn't hide his bad boy attitude beneath chivalrous manners and correct etiquette. It was so integral a part of him that Rogue had immediately known it was there- even during his innocent seeming introduction. She was so blind sided by his handsome face that she couldn't suspect what lay beneath it... no... she knew he was the type of guy she had always despised. The type that flirted with every girl – that's where the problem had been before however.... For they had flirted with every girl but her.

And with Remy... She wasn't desperate. She wouldn't let herself get that way. She just simply didn't care. The moment was more important then the afterwards. But now it was time to teach him a lesson. To show Remy that she too took risks.

"Why yah dirty lil Swamp Rat!" Rogue's voice took on a mischievous edge. "Yah lak takin' risks huh? Well then..."

With that Rogue precariously slipped her arms from around his waist and spread them out, into the air, by her sides. She cocked her head back and let out a loud yell of excitement. Remy quickly glanced back, feeling the absence of her embrace.

"Y' crazy gurl! – Y' know Remy wasn' complain'- but eh, what is it dey say?" Remy's eyes dangerously flashed beneath his shades. "If y' can' beat 'em, join 'em, non?"

Confidently releasing the bars of the bike, Remy stretched out his arms as well. Rogue froze- her heart skipping a beat. He wasn't slowing down. This was one gamble to dangerous, especially for her. He had called her bluff and without a moment's hesitation she threw her arms back around him, practically flinging her body on top of his.

"Crap, Remy!"

"Come on- lil miss risk taker- 'ave a lil mo' fait'! Remy- he could neve' 'low notin' t' 'arm dat pretty 'ead o' y's."

Rogue slowly opened one eye, unaware of when she first closed them. Remy had placed his gloved hands back onto the handlebars of his Harley, and, nonchalantly, proceeded to act as if nothing had happened. Trying to allay the foolishness she felt, Rogue addressed Remy in a now, bantering tone.

"Yah bettah not have had any alternate plans then takin' meh home."

"Who Remy?" His voice now laced with silly sarcasm also. "Neve' petite- o' cou'se not- ... now where y' say we were goin'?"

Rogue playfully slapped his upper arm.

"Turn left at the next light – Ah ain't got time tah be kidnapped."

"Y' wish be Remy's command, bella femme.:

Less than a minute later, Remy turned sharply to the left, causing Rogue's body to sway involuntarily against the pressure that had been created. She didn't complain however, for she had found an excuse to wrap herself tighter around him.

Ah wondah what mah friends would think of' meh now.

Rogue laughed out loud.

Kitty would probably accuse meh of bein' a shameless flirt- and then run off tah flirt ceaselessly with Remy-

"What's s' funny back dere?" Remy inquired at hearing her giggles.

"Yah."

"Well, dat's reassurin'."

"Ah'm jus' pickin'-" Rogue laughed again. "- Ah was simpleh treasurin' the amount of fun Ah'm havin' on this trip... first time on a motorcycle and all."

"Remy'd do dat too- guess y' bette' 'njoy it while y' can.-" His hands abruptly clenched the bike's bars tighter. His voice suddenly adopting a serious tone. "- cause dis here ride ends soon."

Rogue didn't catch the mournful tone behind his words- or even the more prominent ominous feeling transferred in the silent weight of his accent. Still, she couldn't help wondering about the hundred of contradictions that seemed to make up the man before her. Dangerous, safe. Mysterious, open. Funny, serious. Flirtatious, calm. Scamp, protector. Devil-

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Angel.

Remy couldn't find another word to describe her. The way she laughed, the way she spoke- the soft tilts and accents in her words- everything about her was of utmost perfection. Her chocolate, should length, hair- the way it fell against her face... a soft drapery against a smooth white cheeks, rarely flushed with joy... usually not pink, as they were now. With him. Remy just couldn't help losing himself in the mere form of her rosy lips, contrasting so perfectly with her delicious pale skin. She wasn't overly tall or short- but, Remy imagined – would fit perfectly cradled against his body- lying in his arms. Her green, jewel colored eyes- those eyes that livened up and sparkled with all the life found in a forest... Her streak of white hair- hair his hands anxiously wanted to run rampant through- almost distracted him from the task at hand.

His feelings for her had reached a point where he couldn't help but affect her with his empathy. Never had he lost so much control. And in truth all it was, was a tiny leak. A little hole in his impenetrable wall against the world- against all feelings- that her smile, her eyes, her voice, her touch had chipped away at. He subconsciously resented the fact that every playful slap of her hand- every flirtatious word uttered from her luscious lips- were probably caused by him. By his feelings... or the feelings he wanted to feel... not hers.

And already he was lying to himself. He knew for a fact that he was causing those feelings- on purposely. He had tapped into her and had kept a watch on the fluctuation of her emotions. He had continued to dispel any rising doubts and unanswerable questions. He had felt her depression rise up at the beginning- and he, attributing that to the 'people' in her head that Essex had informed him about- had given her a boost of confidence to get rid of them. He didn't want her to get hurt... that's why he did it. Things had already gone on too far for her to really suspect him of anything, except as some guy who liked her, if he released his firm grip off her. He just didn't want to see her unhappy... to feel her sadness. Be it greedy or selfish- he didn't care- he only wanted to feel her joy. He wanted to know she was in a constant state of enrapture every second she was with him- or any second she lived for that matter. And if his empathy could help... why should he hesitate?

But then... there it went again. A slight pang of guilt gnawing at his black, burnt heart. She seemed to be a very conservative girl- an obvious given* due to her mutation- and he despised himself, knowing that she would not have responded the same way to his advances had he not continued to dose her with feelings of attraction and trust. Feelings that had her, as surely as they had him, up in the air.

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Rogue turned her head. She could already see the mansion not too far off in the distance, resting atop a green hill. She silently wondered who would be there. Who would see her- see Remy? What they would say? If they'd ridicule her with their looks- or if they'd reprimand her with their words... but just as before she disregarded all her worries... putting them out of her conscious mind for now as she had done with the shadows. She was floating on air and nothing or no one could make her come down.

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*given – okay this is kinda a mathematical term...not really me being bad with grammar. I dunno how many o' yea have taken geometry, but just tah let yah know...a given works kinda like a noun i guess. It the name for something that's given to you like when you do a problem or a proof...(hence why its called a given...lol)

Author's Note: hope this chapter wasn't too sappy or outta character. Let me know. I tried, I tried. Dunno when the next one will be out, but at least I already got an outline for it- so I won't have tah think for hours about what I'm gonna write...lol- ooooh can't wait to see X2..though our Remy isn't there...and grrrrrr they have Rogue hookin' up wi' Bobby Iceman Drake. Dam' producers....we shouldn't let anything up to them...they just go and ruin the real storyline...though I'm not complain that much really J I still love it. Oh one more thing! If any o' you know anything about xmen evolution.. like when they are gonna continue it from where they left off in december... i watch it on the WB)...let me know...they just kinda left me hangin' there with the apocalypse and all...lol..oh and again...i haven't had time to edit so ehhhh....

Review Responses:

Bunny Angel: Thanks for the info on Remy's name. I like Remington – though it reminds me of some brand name item...is it a razor? Can't remember now...lol...thanks for the compliments on the description...and lol i'm sure they'll be falling for each other soon. Oooh and talkin bout OrlandoBloom i can't wait to see pirates of the Caribbean either! Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom...hehehehe

Amazonestar: I think I will be treating that issue some in this story. I love the remy/ororo bond (like bro and sis)...i can't wait to see her reaction when she sees remy again...hehe...

Ishandahalf: okay so once upon a time i called someone else my favorite reviewer.. but i gotta say i reallllly like your reviews too! i'm glad i didn't scare you off with that 'feminine' bit ;) i'll see if i can change that...make it sound better....and i like the botechellian line too...though i don't know if i spelled it right. Anywhoo the Calvary won't arrive till the next chapter i think...but hey...this chapter is loaded with remy and rogue goodness just for you ;)

Lady MR: actually i am just speculating bout remy's powers....they've been hinted at in the comics..but empathy has never been really recorded as one of his abilities...i think. They call it southern charm or whatnot. I've read quite a few fanfics and most of them include empathy with remy...so i decided to also...it really helps to explain him at times...see the passion in his flamin eyes as i like to say...but yea it's just me and my writer's license goin to work there...hehe and i dunno if even gambit can get away completely from logan's notice...(he's one of my favorite characters also...)

Vagabond: hehehe that's remy for you. Hey and its the thought that counts, non? And sorry i didn't update sooner. But allswell.

Carla: well here's the more....i kinda forgot about the soon. Sorry...but thanks anywhoo for the compliment implied in those words J makes me happy...

TrunksGirl: well i'll try to not make a really looooonggg fight scene...if i can make one at all...lol...glad to here you like the story! And thanks for the compliment J

Gambitgirl: thanks thanks thanks thanks..what more can i say? Obviously i didnt rush on this one...but...i still probably need to edit it. Glad you like it!

Sujakata: thank youuuuuuuuuuuu.....i'm glad you like the way i'm developing the characters...J

Louisa: i tried..promise....but soooo many things going on at one time....ehhh..glad u like it anyhow!