Authors Note: Hi! Yay for the next chapter.
Laceylou76- Haha I promise this chapter has both Rogue and Remy in it, I'm not bringing the girls into this chapter. Haha yes I gave Rouge Remy's smirk, I'm kind of building Rouge off of Remy and Elle off of Rogue. Thank you once again for the constant reviews! Here's a cookie. -hands virtual cookie- onto the next chapter.
Chapter 7: Shocking Dilemma
"What are ya doing here," Rogue attempted to shout but it came out as only a whisper. Her fist involuntarily clenched up at her side as she overlooked her adoptive mother. Even over the course of fourteen years she still looked exactly the same, even the cyanide smile that was plastered on her face.
"Is that anyway to treat your mother?" Mystique hissed as she rose into a standing position. Jutting out her right hip she allowed her gloved hand to rest on it.
"What do ya want with meh?" Rogue whispered her eyes beginning to grow alight with anger "Why would ya bring meh back to this place!" Rogue could feel the many psyches that had forever been dormant reappear and pushing for her just to jump Mystique and strangle her, while her own conscious wanted to wait, even if for just a moment.
"Marie," Mystique started causing Rogue to involuntarily flinch, she hadn't been called that in so long, "I'm here to assist you, that is if you will allow it." Mystique held out her hand as if for a truce.
"What could ya possibly help meh with?" Rogue whispered pulling her arms around her torso, forcing back that tears that threatened to fall.
"I have information on this accident, that points to the fact that both of my granddaughters are alive." Rogue's eyes shot up disbelievingly, she was lying she had to be.
"Your lying." Rogue shot but the look in Mystique's eye's told otherwise, "No, no it's not possible the bodies.." Rogue began rambling feeling her entire being beginning to crumble, it wasn't possible.
"It was all a ruse, they weren't real." Rogue's dark eye's began to have a light growing in them as sudden realization hit her as she watched Carla reappear before her eyes, "I planted them and took the girl's away from the scene of the accident and wiped their memories."
Rogue's mind shot into overdrive as she replayed over ever moment of pain and agony she had gone through at the thought that her daughters were dead. She thought over every memory of the last twelve years that had left her nothing more than a dead shell barely breathing, over the thoughts of the look on Remy's face, the fights everything and turned it all into rage.
Before she knew what she was doing she was on top of Mystique beating the living daylight's out of her.
"You deceitful bitch! Where are my girl's!" Rogue felt herself being thrown off but it didn't stop her from jumping at Mystique again. Tears streamed down her face as her fist pelted Mystique's body, but what was strange was the fact that she wasn't fighting back.
With ease, when Mystique thought Rogue had her fair share of shot's, she tripped her and pinned her against the ground, ash beginning to coat Rogue's long hair.
"It was for their own good, it would have been their death's had I not done so Marie. So please listen, I'm trying to help you get them back but I must have your cooperation."
"Fahne Ah'm listening." Rogue growled through the sobs that racked her body. With ease Mystique got off of Rogue and offered her hand out towards her. Rogue slapped the hand away and quickly stood. "Now start talkin'"
"Very well, do you remember-"
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"Merde." Remy hissed as they drove down another vacant street, still with no sigh of Wanda's car in sight.
St. John and himself had both found Wanda tied up and destroying things inside a gas station when they were walking down the road towards the club.
When they had untied her she had nearly knocked Pyro and Gambit out for their idiocy of not bringing Rogue's car. She had quickly explained how Mystique had posed as the stations clerk and how she drug her over the counter and knocked her out, only for her to awaken to find she was tied up and that she assumed Mystique had stolen the car with the unsuspecting Rogue riding passenger with no clue as to what was going on.
They had quickly decided that walking was not a good option, so they decided to 'comendeir' a car for the night. Lucky, out of some strange chance of luck, Pyro knew how to hot wire cars so it worked out rather well. Yet they were still at a standstill trying to find her. Driving on the multiple streets of Bayville they had failed to find anything, and Remy was almost tempted to call in the other x-men to join the search.
He could feel his heart racing at a hundred miles, he couldn't afford to take the chance that he could lose the last thing he held dear in his life. He knew she could hold her own, but something about this situation was strange and Mystique wasn't one just wanting to go out on a joy ride. Growling in frustration he slammed his fist down on the glove compartment.
"Man mate, 'his isn't good." John's feet were propped up on the back seat as he nervously flipped his lighter open and closed. His eyes darting from window to window scanning.
"Shut it idiot." Wanda mumbled knowing that his constant pessimistic mood was not helping Remy or her own mental health very much at the moment.
She was starting to worry, what in the world would Mystique want with Rogue, hadn't they settled their differences and went different directions? Suddenly an idea hit her, it was obscene yes, but probable. Thinking over the words Mystique had told told.
"I'm trying to help her redeem her life and to do so I need you to get out of my way, Witch."
Whipping the car around in the middle of the intersection, she managed to throw Pyro against the back window and Remy forward onto the dash board. With ease she slammed the car into fifth gear and shot off towards the interstate, she hoped her odd hunch was right.
Remy raised both of his eyebrows at the Scarlet Witch not certain of what she was doing, only hoping that what ever it was she was right. Pyro on the other hand decided to voice his opinion.
"Sheila, what is running through 'hat 'hick head of yours?" Pyro was suddenly slammed against the seat with and was restrained with a blue strand of power, and one securely clamped over his mouth making sure he didn't utter another word.
"Damn Australian."
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"So their both alive? And in California?" Rogue felt like she was going to collapse from shock and disbelief, leaning her back against the wall, she was now completely covered in ash, but that was the least of her worries.
"As far as I know they both are, I put them in the care of one of my stooges." Mystique watched Rogue carefully as a light came back into her eyes, something that hadn't been there in over twelve years.
"How soon can I get to them?" Rogue asked her feet shuffling against the floor of the building as she closed the space between herself and Mystique.
"I don't know, I know that he's got his sights on them again though. You'll need cerebro to find them." Mystique's eyes were slightly glanced over as she thought back on the days she first had the girls in her care.
"They think your the reason they got caught in the accident," Mystique flipped her hair back "This was not my doing, it was my stooges but it proved for the better because they never set out to find you, it kept them safe."
"Ah can't believe it, Ah would have never thought." Rogue's eyes were brimming with tears.
"Don't get your hopes up Marie, they could very well be in his hands now, but I needed to recruit someone to protect them, hiding them from you won't do them any good anymore." Rogue nodded her head and pushed her hair behind her ears as she watched Mystique.
"Why did ya help them?" Mystique turned her head and avoided the gaze of her daughter.
"I owed it too them, as well as you." Suddenly a moment occurred that Rogue never thought that would she and her mother were on even ground, but of course as faith would have it something always has to intervene.
A bright red card floated in front of Mystique and blew her back against the wall. Soon the rescue brigade rushed into the room, Remy stood in the front flanked by Pyro on the right and Wanda on the left.
With a swift flick of his wrist, Pyro had flame tiger's form around Mystique. She smiled sadly at Rogue before shifting into a tiny gnat and disappearing from view.
Remy soon had his arms snaked around Rogue, stroking her hair and mumbling in french, words of comfort to her, though her mind was a thousand miles away. That's when a thought hit her, she couldn't tell Remy.
For one he wouldn't believe her and would try to convince her that Mystique was getting in her head again, and two she didn't want to break him again, if anyone broke it would be her. Craning her neck she looked up at him, her eyes beginning to brim with tears, pushing away from him and wrapped her arms around herself. She couldn't do this not right now.
"Chere?" He asked mindlessly as reach for her. As he stepped closer a look of confusion and hurt forming in his demonic eyes.
"Ah'm so sorry Remy." and with that she promptly blacked out and fell forward, her mind overloaded.
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With ease Remy stepped forward and caught her. Panic began to rise in his chest as he looked her over. No injuries, he sighed in relief. With ease he picked her up bride style, her head resting against his chest and her arms folded flat over her abdomen.
He looked up to see Pyro and Wanda making their way over towards the couple, looks of confusion on their faces.
"The sheila alright mate?" Pyro asked his head slightly cocked to the side making him look like a deer caught in the head lights.
"Oui, mon ami, she'll live." With that Remy walked away from the couple and made his way down the mall corridors, thoughts racing through his mind. He had felt the confusion and sorrow when he had held Rogue, she had seemed scared almost terrified yet confused at the same time. It was frightening to him, what in the world could have led his chere to feel such emotions.
He sighed in annoyance, count on Mystique to go and screw with Rogue's already fragile mind. With ease he pulled open the car door an laid Rogue inside. Kissing his gloved hand he pressed it against her forehead before sliding into the car next to her. Gently he laid his wife's head in his lap. He watched in mild amusement as John came skidding out the building random objects flying at him. With a slid across the front of the car St. John managed to bust his face on the ground before quickly climbing into the passenger side door. Slamming it shut, he shook his head at Remy.
"You got the calm one mate." Soon a very pissed Wanda emerged from the building, her hands glowing a light blue as she strode towards the car. Suddenly the door flew open and Pyro was hexed out of the car. Sprawled out on the ground in a daze, Wanda stepped over her husband and slid into the drivers seat mumbling incoherent insults about the Aussie. Revving the car to life, she quickly turned and looked at Remy, a mischievous look playing in her eyes.
Remy, one to catch on quickly, could only nod and laugh as the Scarlet Witch drove off leaving her Pyromaniac husband to walk home.
"Maybe next time he'll watch what he says about my weight."
Authors Note: This chapter was fun to write, I'm surprised I finished so quickly, lol so there will probably be multiple grammer and spelling problems, go figure. Haha I'm sorry but I had to add the bits of comic relief with Pyro and Wanda I just couldn't resist. Next chapter should be up soon!