Author's Note: IMPORTANT!!!! So I've had several different opinions sent my way about whether to include the fight between Remy and Rogue, and decided to attempt at making everyone happy, so I'm going to skip it in this chapter but add it as a separate chapter on its own after this one. Hope everyone is okay with that!
sailormoon846212-I wouldn't be too worried about Rogue and Remy seeing as this is a Romy story -hint hint- lol. Your about to find out what Sinister has in store for the twins, also as I told everyone above I'm going to do it in the next chapter I hope that's okay!
Ban- Haha Its a Romy story so do not fear! Lol You get to see the outcome of Rouge and Fireblades adventure in this chapter so you can see what happened to her.
Courtney Summers- Thank you! Wow I didn't know you like it so much. lol
MelissaRM- Back to the twin(s) we go.
LaceyLou76- Haha I promise it will be a big fight between the two, I'm currently working on it right now. Thank you for the compliments on my writing they really help me keep motivated. As for the angst with Remy I was actually very surprised with how the quality came out seeing as I have little to no experience writing as such. I'm glad your enjoying the story, hope I can keep it up. lol!
Chapter- Moonlit Silence
A loud sneeze echoed through out the box car, receiving a low chuckle in reply.
"Bless you, Sheila." Rouge resisted the urge to crawl over towards the maniac and smack the guaranteed smirk off of his face. Wiping her nose against her sleeve she moaned in annoyance and leaned back onto the smooth and cold metal of the box car. She closed her eyes and forced down a shiver that was making itself known. Allowing a sigh to escape her lips she fell into a light doze remembering the events that happened less than two hours prior.
Rouge suddenly gasp for breath as she rolled over on her side and began coughing up the foreign liquid in her lungs. She felt a gentle gloved hand pull her hair from her face as the last of the content came from her lungs and splattered in front of her on the ground. Collapsing on her side she willed her breathing to return to norm and for the searing pain in her throat to diminish.
"My god Sheila, don't do that again!" Rouge groaned, remembering full well who her company was. Covering her eyes with her arm she willed him to disappear. Peering underneath her sleeve she inwardly cursed, he was still there his vibrant eyes wide and puppy like making Rouge's stomach turn flips. Damn idiot she thought angrily before rolling over onto her back and looking up towards the sky. It was splotched with patches of white stars and the moon shown brightly over the land causing her sensitive eyes to burn.
"Dundee what happened?" She whispered hoarsly, having a good idea but not wanting to face the truth. Propping herself up on her elbows she looked out towards the flowing river and felt herself shudder, she hated water in general, but deep flowing water scared the wits from her.
"Hehe now about that," He started rubbing the back of his neck a thick blush appearing on his cheeks. Wait a blush? Oh god Rouge thought feeling her entire being reel. "You kinda fell off of the bike and I kinda had t' come save you." Rouge held up her hand silencing him, and signaling that that was more than enough information for her. His low chuckle sounded as he reach out and traced a pattern over her cheek.
"You know you 'ike it Sheila." Rouge growled and kicked himback, her arms crossing defiantly over her chest. Keir fell backwards and broke out into that maniacal laughter that left Rouge's spine tingling.
"Right, and I'm secretly a man." She muttered, her lip stuck in an undeniable pout. Keir sat up his eyebrows arched and a look of mock surprise written all over his face.
"Your one to? I thought I was the only cross dresser! I guess I can't call you Sheila no more then." Rouge blinked once then twice, unsure of how to approach the situation. After a few moments of total shock she regained her composure and smirked her head slightly cocked towards the side.
"Well that does explain a lot," She started her grin growing wider as she continued on, "I always knew I was more ballsy and masculine than you, mister I straiten my hair." Keir's maniacal laughter stopped and he looked at the girl a mischievous look playing in his eyes.
"Now how did you know that Sheila?" Rouge simply shrugged her shoulders, her attention diverted back towards the bridge, having lost interest in the conversation with the Aussie.
"Total guess." Keir rolled his eyes before jumping up to his feet and offering a hand towards the grounded girl. Grabbing his hand, Rouge allowed for Keir to pull her up. She felt a slight wave of dizziness wash over her but quickly suppressed it.
"Come on we'd better go get your bike," Rouge's eyes darted over towards the end of the bridge where a demolished Tricolour lay dormant. Keir nodded his head sadly and offered his hand out towards the girl. Who, in return, rolled her eyes and made her way past him. As much as Rouge hated to admit it she was enjoying the company of maniac, and it brought some sunshine towards her dull life.
Rouge jumped suddenly when the train hit a rough part of the track, and it sent her flying across the box car. She landed with a loud smack against the already demolished bike. Somehow both her and Keir had managed to sneak the mangled piece of metal into the train with them without being caught. Pushing herself up from the hunk of metal she once again sneezed and let out a small groan.
"Oi Sheila must you make a mess outta everthing?" Keir's soft voice questioned, obviously weighed down with the sound of sleep. A slight rustling came from Rouge's left as Keir sat up his eyes seeming to glowing in the streaming moonlight. Rouge, ignoring the questioning looks of the Australian, maneuvered her way back towards her corner and slid down, the rustling sound of her sweat pants sounding as she landed.
After they had retrieved the bike, Keir had been persistent in Rouge changing from her soaking wet clothes, claiming that she was going to get sick. After much bantering and threatening she had ended up in a pair of his sweat pants, an orange long sleeved shirt, both coming from his duffel bag to of which neither were sure how it had survived and her hair pulled in a sloppy bunat the back of her head. She snorted, so much for not getting sick. A sudden shiver ran up her spine, and not being able to suppress it her body shook.
She sat there for a moment her arms locked tightly around her body, willing the chill of the freezing water to final evaporate but to no success. Suddenly though something warm was wrapped around her shoulders causing the shivering to immediately cease.
With careful eyes she watched as Keir's body slid next to her own, his orange hair laying flat against his forehead and his eyes slightly glazed over. Even though being reluctant to let the heat go she started un-shouldering the jacket but was stopped when Keir's hand grabbed her own.
"Keep it, your the one that can't take a little cold." Rouge couldn't help but notice the slight compassion in his sarcastic tone. Pushing his hair back from his forehead he slumped forward slightly, the drain of his powers finally being shown on his features.
"So you were raised in L.A. and can' swim, how pitiful luv." Rouge growled and sent a menacing glare towards the boy who simply blew it off still staring off in the distance. "and t' 'hink I 'hought you weren't scared of anything." He laughed lightly before it slowly faded falling back into a eery silence.
"So where are you taking me, Keir?" Rouge questioned trying to keep her gaze from the boy, her gaze being directed at several opposite directions, "Are you certain they can help me find my sister?"
"Oh so now were on first name basis huh Rouge?" Realizing her fatal mistake, she could do nothing more than slap her own forehead, "Heh I kinda like the ring of that, though I still like Eclaire."
"My name is not Eclaire." Rouge stated her voice full of malice, she didn't want to hear that name it was to familiar and unknown for her to feel safe with it. "And if you want to play it that was, Keir I could always just go back to calling you Dundee."
Keir grinned, "Well 'hen 'hat would mean I could call you Sheila then." He let his tongue click against the top of his mouth, "or better yet, Mud Rat."At that Rouge's head suddenly shot up her mouth frozen in a snarl.
"I'm not a mud rat, damn it." Keir only laughed and laced his arm around Rouge's shoulders, who, promptly in return shoved it off, her locked gaze never leaving his own.
"Actually you are, both of your parents where from down south," Rouge looked at him skeptically but continued listening, "Your dad was full Cajun, hence for the nick name 'Swamp rat' that your mum gave 'im. And your mum was from Mississippi, 'River rat', and seeing that both of those places contain mud I dubbed thee 'Mud rat', clever n'?"
"Bought as clever as.." Rouge let her sentence die though thinking over the last time she'd used a comeback in such context. "You know what never mind." Smoothing the wrinkles from the leather jacket around her shoulders she allowed for another awkward silence to fall, but this one more short lived than the others.
"Rouge, do you really not remember me, or anyone?" Keir's voice had taken on a new tone, a sane one, one that Rouge wouldn't have ever thoughtpossible and it made her stop suddenly, truly thinking over the content of the questions.
"No I don't, I've only had one flash and all I got from it was the name Lebeau," Reaching up she tugged her hair down from its bun allowing for the knotted strands to fall about her shoulders, "I have no idea where I came from." Keir opened his mouth, obviously to make a smart ass remark but was quickly quieted as Rouge caught sight of the stance of his mouth.
"Oh no I'm not walking into that one."
"Oh but Sheila you don't want me to tell you about the birds and the bees?"
"Hell no! I got enough of that in Sex Ed."
"hehe you said the S word."
"Shut up, you nasty pervert."
"Me the pervert? Your the one that said it!"
"You brought it up first!"
"So your point being?"
"I hate you." She quickly turned her back towards the boy making a valiant attempt at ignoring him, and failing miserably. "Would you quit pouting your getting on my nerves!"
"Why should I you hurt moi feelings Sheila." Rouge raised an eyebrow at the boys failed attempt at using French.
"Don't use French, you can't pull it off mon ami." Keir's face fell into a pout for a mere second before another glint appeared in his eyes.
"You called me your friend." Rouge growled and lightly charged a handful of hay and chunked it at the Australian. It landed and exploded only powerful enough to leave a light stingy sensation on his skin.
"Go sleep over there on that pile of hay, and leave me alone." Keir laughed heartedly and didn't budge from his spot.
"I've known you for two days and your already kicking me to the couch, hay, whatever you want to call it, and were not even married." Rouge rolled her eyes before slumping down against her pile of hay.
"And are never going to be, mind you." Keir simply sighed as he leaned his head back against the hay pile, lying next to the fuming girl. He gave a quick glance over and couldn't help but think how cute her scowl was, even if in a evil sadistic sort of way.
"Dundee?" Rouge asked in a calm and spaced tone, lack of sleep evident in her voice. Questions had been buzzing around in her mind non stop, but one was making itself known more so than the rest and she didn't have the stamina or resistance to hold it back.
"Yes Mud Rat?" Keir replied in a sing song voice. Rouge could only roll her eyes at the pet name before moving onto the subject that had been jeering at her ever since she had run into Keir in the street.
"How do you know Sinister." The look on Keir's face immediately altered, and his voice deepened to a low tone that even startled Rouge.
"It's a long story and not a pretty one at that, so you wouldn't want t' hear it." Rouge's nose slightly scrunched up at the end as she looked over towards Keir, his face covered in a mask of darkness.
"We've got time," Rouge replied calmly, letting her curiosity get the better of her, "Plus if you tell me, I'll answer any question of your choice." Rouge immediately regret ed the words once they left her mouth, the Aussies head shot up slightly, but resistance still in his eyes.
"Anything?" Rouge rolled her eyes and shoved Fireblade back slightly, knowing the thoughts rushing through the boys head. Didn't matter how old a guy was, how he looked, or his personality their minds were always in the gutters.
"About my life, yes." His head fell slightly but he nodded his head none the less and gestured for Rouge to get comfortable knowing the length and severity of the memory.
"Well let's see how d' I put this? See I was always sickly when I was little, it came from being premature and all. Didn't have many friends, well except for you o' course," Keir glanced over towards the girl but no visible emotion could be seen on her face, "After you died I kinda lost will to live, I let my weakness get the better of me. Hank McCoy told my parent's I was going to die and that there wasn't anything that medical science could d' t' stop it, my body was just t' weak."
"My mother almost went insane, err well more insane than she was and clung to me like if she let g' I would evaporate. My father was the same but in a more subdued fashion, see after I was born they told my mother she couldn't have any other children, so I was their 'nly chance I guess you could say." His eyes were far away, lost in the memory, "Then my grandfather met a scientist wh' said he could cure me."
"Sinister." Rouge proclaimed knowingly, Keir shook his head in agreement before continueing on. "Exactly, My grandfather knew 'f the man's treacherious behaviour but with his 'nly grandchild's life 'n the line he was game for anything. He didn't tell my parents he simple came and got me 'ne day and took me n' note n' nothing."
Keir sat silently on his bed, being to weak to get up and go anywhere anymore. He could feel something, something dark and sinister trying to consume him, and it scared him half to death. He didn't have fun anymore not since his best friend had died. They had long ago made a promise they would always be there for one another and in losing her he felt his entire soul shatter. He'd never fit in anywhere, but he'd always had Eclaire. The big mouthed reckless kid who stayed in trouble more so than out of it. But now she was gone, no longer there to cheer him on to climb trees to catch him when he fell to help him when he felt sick, she'd always been a light in his dim world.
The only one who'd ever stand up to any one person that said something mean to him. She gotten in several fights over him, some of which she'd barely walked out of. Injuries ranging anywhere from slight scuffs and bruises, to a busted lip and bloody nose, but not once did she ever regret her actions. He felt a tear stream down his face, in a swift motion he wiped it away hiding it from the world. His father had told him to not cry and be strong and cherish the memories not mourn them over Eclaire, yet in certain day's he just couldn't seem to cope.
A loud crashing sound came from downstairs causing Keir to jump slightly. Uncle Toad, or as his mother called him, stalker Toad had been left in charge of him for the day seeing as he had lost his position on the team for a time due to suspension. Keir couldn't help but wonder what the pale skinned mutant had managed to break this time, and more yet why he wasn't helping him. In a moment of pure defiance he crossed the line his parents had told him not to cross and swung his legs over the bed. He stumbled slightly, not accustom to standing without help and began trekking his way towards the door frame.
Reaching up he twisted the knob to reveal a rare sight, but one Keir treasured none the less.
"Grandpa!" Keir yelped and jumped up into the King of Magnesium's arms, merely enjoying a presence he barely saw. The older man's deep laugh rumbled through his chest as he rubbed Keir's pale orange hair and lifted him up higher into his arms.
"Hello Keir," He said lightly but his tone soon darkened slightly as he lowered the boy towards the ground, "I need you to listen to me okay?" Keir nodded his head egerlyhis shaggy hair bouncing with the movement. "Were going to go to someone who can heal you, but in order to do so you have to promise me you'll trust me and no matter what won't give up."
Keir looked at his grandfather mildly confused, but none the less complied knowing his grandfather would never intentionally hurt him. A smile small appeared on Magneto's face as he lifted the petite boy up and began making him way down the hall and proceeded down the staircase. After becoming pregnant Wanda had lost her temper with the old and demolished boarding house and began making slight repairs, not wanting her child to grow up in such rubbish, and threatening the lives of any of those that destroyed said repairs. After years of work it had become bearable and to Keir a warm sight of home.
As they stepped down the final stair Keir couldn't help but cock his head off towards the side at a unconcious Toad laying on the floor. Keir looked up at his grandfather questioningly, who cleverly hid a grin before replying, "He didn't seem to want to let me see you so I insisted upon coming in."
Keir giggled at that, he'd never understood why his mother had help such a grudge against such a great man. In a few long strides Magneto had exited the boarding house and now stood next to an old modeled car, that was in good shape. Opening the door he sat the small Keir inside and buckled himin. Before moving off towards the drivers side, trying to make haste to avoid the wrath of both the speed demon and scarlet witch, not forgetting to Pyromaniac who was father to the said child in the passenger seat. Bringing the car to life he pulled away from the dirt driveway and made his way towards the interstate.
Keir had his face plastered against the window, watching as the many colors of the city and forest flashed by. He wasn't certain as to how long it had been since he'd seen in, but in that moment he couldn't seem to get enough. Keir looked over towards his grandfather, a smile playing at his lips unaware of the consequences that were about to unfold.
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Keir looked at the pale white man in fear, his heart galloping at a thousand beats per second. Something about him didn't feel right, and he wanted nothing more than for his grandfather to come back and get him. The man's smile was horrid, his teeth were a sharp line of razors and his eyes glowed a faint red. As the man neared Keir he slid farther back on the medical table, scared for his life.
"Now child, I mean only to help you, you must understand, but to do so," The man's voice was even more frightening than his appearance, "you have to cooperate. Don't you want to be happy again? To see your mom and dad happy?" Keir thought about all the things that had happened in the past year how things had become more sad, and how his mother cried a lot. Thinking only to make his mom smile again he nodded his head bravely before allowing Sinister to grab his hand.
"There now, better." Keir watched as the man withdrew a needle and pressed deep into Keirs skin, the golden green liquid being released into his veins. As he pulled the needle out, Keir suddenly felt something he hadn't ever felt prior, he felt energy coursing through his system, he felt strength, and most of all he could no longer feel the dark gripping pain at the edge of his mind. Keir looked up in amazement at the man who simple grinned evilly in return.
"How did you do that?" Keir asked in pure amazement his high voice slightly squeaking at the end. The man simply shrugged his shoulders and watched as Magneto reappeared in the room. Keir jumped up and began shouting for his grandfather to join him. The mans low chuckle sounded as me made his way across towards the boy. Though in a terrifying moment of realization his grandfather suddenlybecame someone else, a man with brown hair who's clown like laugh made the boy eep.
"Looks like I killed the trail boss, they have no idea where to look to find us, and as far as that Toad's concerned ole Magneto stole the boy." Sinister cackled as he threw the dirty needle aside and readjusted his lab coat.
"Good work Morph, now grab him and tie him down." Keir felt himself began to hyperventalate as suddenly the brown haired imposter grabbed him and pinned him against the table, tieing down the fighting childs limbs.
"Now the real work can begin." Sinister said almost too delightfully. Keir felt tears running down his cheeks as he attempted to shout his mom, his father, and his uncles names pleading for them to come and save him. "It's useless young Allerdyce, they're nowhere near here and won't ever be able to find you. So if you calm yourself we can make this quick and painless. Keir in a sudden moment of defiance spit into the face of Sinister, causing the huge man to growl.
"Hard way it is then child." Another needle point broke through the skin of Keir's arm and suddenly he felt his body go limp, no control over it, but ever feeling becoming hypersensitive. He felt his shirt beginning pulled up and over his head, and the sudden increased searing pain as a knife cut across the top of his torso. In the sudden pain his mind overloaded and he blacked out, grateful to be free of the ripping pain.
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Rouge automatically felt her fist clench at her sides, no one should have ever dreamt of hurting a child in such a way. Looking over towards Keir she wanted to do nothing more than to hunt the sorry son of a bitch down that had made both herself and her sisters life hell, as well as the idiotic Australians.
"So it was never your grandfather at all?" Keir shook his head, a small laugh coming from his mouth.
"Nope, it was the shape shifter Morph the entire time. Ha if I could have just seen the look on my grandfathers face when he heard such accusations." Keir played up to sound so harmless, but Rouge could tell it hurt him in a way nothing had ever before.
"So the surgeries, what were they for?" Rouge tempted silently, almost so much so that Keir barely caught it.
"To study my anatomy, to figure out how my mutation worked. What disappointed himwas the fact that I wasn't what he was looking for." Keir's hand played at the bottom of his shirt, "But he left enough scars to last anyone a hundred life times." With ease he pulled his shirt up over his head revealing the slashes and dices that ran all up and down his torso, making Rouge's eyes widen both in anger and sympathy. With a gloved finger she traced over one.
"How did they not kill you?" She whispered as she pulled her hand back, trying to hide the new tomato color of her cheeks. Keir quickly pulled his shirt back down and propped his body once again back against the hay.
"That's a question I've been asking myself for years, luv...." Blinking his eyes he turned his attention back towards the girl who, despite acting so, was more intrigued by the story than she let on. Sighing he continued on, hoping that reliving the pain would be worth asking the girl one simple question.
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Keir felt a stray tear stream down his cheek, he'd been at this facility for more than a month, and his body ached in way that no eight year old should ever have to suffer through. He'd given up hope that anyone was ever going to find him. Pressing his back up against the side of the stone bench that had served as his bed, he willed the fire that was new to him to appear in his hands. It had been his only companion for countless days. It's color varied from time to time some times it was a deep passion orange, or a violent crimson red, or it could be a neon blue to a dazzling purple.
The slamming of a door suddenly sounded and Keir immediately hid the flame, certain that they were coming for him again. Seeing as he was the only prisoner currently occupying any of the cells. He watched as a man draped in a heavy trench coat began scanning through the cells, that wasn't right those that worked Sinister always wore those dreaded lab coats or uniforms. No this man was different, especially in his speed, he moved in lithe grace that no human could rival.
Pushing himself up under the bench he hid, hoping the man wouldn't spot him. Keir held his breath trying to somehow make the man disappear faster but instead he appeared right in front of his cell. Keir knew he was caught when the man gasped and began rapidly running the access keys through the locks. Once the correct one slid through the man shoved the door open and rushed over towards the boy. Pulling the hood of his jacket back, he revealed short cropped white hair and dazzling blue eyes.
"Keir! That bastard, why once I get my hands on him." But Keir was paying little attention to the words that were escaping the mans mouth, because he was to caught up the fact that the speed demon himself stood before him, his uncle. In moment of sudden weakness he launched himself at the man and held on tight, refusing to let his grip loosen even slightly. The man's break neck ramble stopped as he tightened his grip around his nephew.
Standing suddenly Pietro turned his attention towards the sound of rushing feet, and in an instant disappeared in that direction, quickly maneuvering past them. They ran like that for a time until they hit a force field sending both flying in opposite directions, Pietro cussing as he was on his feet in an instant ready to take on the geneticist that had stolen a fraction of his family away.
Sinister appeared around the corner a look of pure menace and annoyance plastered on his face. In a moment Pietro had appeared next to the scientist and had landed a hard blow into the mans jaw sending him toppling backwards but not without shooting his leg out and entangling it with Quicksilver's own knocking him down as well. Though in a moments notice Pietro was back on his feet ready to go whilst the thick form of Sinister took a time to stand.
For a time they exchanged blows, neither winning the upper hand in the battle until somehow managed to knock Quicksilver back and gripping the man by his throat. He lifted him into the air about to crush the easily breakable bones in the mutants neck, when something in Keir broke and a blinding pain shot through out his system. Before he knew what he was doing Sinister's body along with half the hallway was coated in thick raging flames, dancing refusing to let their grip on the man go.
Sinister in a moments notice, sensing the severity of the situation fled trying to extinguish the flames that had engulfed his body, unaware of the fact that his experiments had increased the mutants abilities to such a level. Keir felt his power begin to relapse and felt himself hit the ground. Above him was the wavering images of the flames and the illusion of the hallway sifting due to the heat. Though that view was blocked when his uncles face came into view, worry written in every line on his face.
His lips were moving but Keir couldn't hear what he was saying, he could only feel the familiar darkness around him. His uncles movements became rushed and before he knew what had happened everything went black.
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Keir could hear the low bleating of machines in the background. On instinct he cringed waiting for the sharp blade of Sinister to make a cut but no such thing happened instead he felt nothing, well nothing but the soreness of his muscles as his body moved. Allowing for one eye to open he took in the sight of a medical lab, allowing the other one to open he felt a gushing relief when he realized it wasn't Sinister's.
A low gasp came from beside him and before he was certain of what was going on, his mother had him in an unbreakable embrace, kissing his head and hair multiple times and feeling the wetness of her tears streaming down his body. Looking up he managed a quick grin causing his mother to cry harder, but with a smile on her face.
"Momma, I'm so sorry." Wanda's eyes suddenly widened at her sons apologies, "I think I hurt uncle Pietro with my flames I didn't mean to, they they were just so hard to control and...I'm sorry!" Keir buried his face into his mothers shoulder and Wanda couldn't help but cringe, her son had done no wrong in anyway yet here he was crying asking for forgiveness for something that never occurred.
"You didn't do anything hun," She whispered pushing his pale hair away from his face revealing his once sea foam green eyes to sudden be a vibrant lime. "Pietro's fine, other than the fact he's terrified and worried about you." Keir looked up disbelief playing in his large eyes.
"Really?" Wanda nodded, tears still streaming down her face. "So can I see him as well as dad I miss him.." Wanda let a low chuckle escape her lips and nodded her head, ready to give the boy in her arms anything he wanted.
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Rouge reach up and wiped something foreign from her eye. Keir cocked an eyebrow at the girl, who in return could only glare through her teary eyes.
"Your crying." He stated the obvious as he wiped a stray tear away from her face, she slapped his hand away and sniffed disdainfully.
"Am not." Rouge stated.
"Are too." Keir calmly replied.
"AM NOT!" Rouge shot back.
"Are too!" Keir shouted playfully.
"Whatever." She mumbled before pulling her knees to her chest and looking at the boy in a whole new light. Keir cleared his throat and grinned gleefully, causing Rouge to growl.
"Now it's my turn Sheila." He stated calmly, running a finger along his chin debating what one free-bee question he would use. Coming up with one he snapped his fingers and clicked his tongue. "Well did your powers become known?"
Rouge's body suddenly went stiff as she looked at the Australian before her, attempted to clear her throat to speak but nothing would come out. Her hand shaking slightly she went to push a stray stand of hair from her face, trying to compose herself enough to tell the brutal story that could rival even his own.
Seeing the distress in her eyes Keir felt a sudden secret understanding come over him as he reach out and grabbed the shaking girl. Tears were streaming openly down her face as she buried it deep into his chest, taking in the comforting heat of another person.
"You don't have t' tell me Sheila, not until your good and ready." Keir felt his anger suddenly spike, playing over the many scenarios that could have sent the girl into such a state to act as such.
"Thank you, Keir." He grinned at the usage of his name, but avoided saying anything and simply tried to make his presence for her comforting. In a matter of minutes she was fast asleep in his arms and he felt reluctant to let go, but after several minutes of holding her he laid her down and stood to make his way across the box car. Though a sudden grasp around his ankle made him stop. He knelt down and gently unlocked the girls fingers from around his ankle but in return felt himself being pulled down onto the hay.
In a random moment he found himself laying on his back his arms wrapped around Rouge and her head against his chest, once again sound asleep. I could get use to this, he thought before pulling the girl closer, knowing full well what her reaction was going to be in the morning. Though in the mean time he enjoyed the presence of the girl, beginning to realize he was feeling something more powerful than friendship between them.
"Don't worry Eclaire, I'm never going to let anyone lay another finger on you." Even in her deep sleep Rouge heard the words and a small sad smile appeared on her face knowing that even in his most sincerest proclamations that it was an impossible feat.
Author's Note- hehe Rouge's past will be revealed in time, also explaining why shes so distrustful of people. Hope you liked the fluff of this chapter, something else I'm entirely new at. Please review! The little button is commanding you to do so!