Author's Note- I'm doing this WAY differently because I don't want to have
to deal with the Carol/Rogue feud too much.
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The Accident
~*~
I don't wanna let you go
So I'm standing in your way
I never needed anyone
Like I'm needin' you today
Do I have to say the words?
Do I have to tell the truth?
Do I have to shout it out?
Do I have to say a prayer?
Must I prove to you how good we are together?
Do I have to say the words?
-Bryan Adams
~*~
"So you're saying that this can help with my powers?" Rogue asked unwilling to let herself hope.
"That's what the research says," Moira said. "The potion neutralizes a mutants powers for twenty-four hours. We'll have to try." She handed Rogue the elixer. "Bottoms up, lassie." Rogue took a deep breath and drank what was in the bottle, making a face at the taste.
"Now what?" she asked.
"Any volunteers?" Moira asked.
"I'll do it," Carol said. "If it didn't work my skin's really strong." She extended a hand to Rogue. Rogue hesitantly reached out her own bare hand and took Carol's. For an instant the hope flared up in her again. Then she could feel the familiar pull of her powers.
She tried to pull her hand away but Carol's grip only tightened in the older mutant's pain. Rogue desperately tried to get her hand loose but couldn't. After a few moments of shock the others jumped in to help. Kitty grabbed Rogue and phased her away from Carol's grip. Carol fell into Pete's arms.
"Ah held on too long," Rogue gasped. "It was too long..."
"It'll be okay," Kitty said. Brian took Carol from Pete to take her to the Med-lab.
"Gawd, Ah could have killed her. Ah almost killed her." Kitty pulled the now sobbing girl into her arms.
"Chére?" Remy asked seeing the girl he was growing so fond of breaking down. Kitty allowed him to take Rogue from her.
"Wot the bloody hell just `appened?" Pete asked.
"It didn't work," Kitty said sitting down.
"In the words of you yanks, duh," Pete said.
"Let's leave them alone," Kitty said looking at where Remy and Rogue stood. They stood and left the room.
"Rem, Ah almost killed her," Rogue sobbed again. "Ah might have."
"C'mon, chére," Remy said taking her arm.
"Where are we goin'?"
"The med-lab."
"What? Why?"
"To prove to you dat you didn' hurt her too bad." He drug her down the stairs. They walked into the room.
"She's gonna be fine," Moira said before they even spoke. "Donna worry, lassie."
"But Ah-"
"T`is as much my fault as it is yours. A should have made sure it worked better than A did."
"You can't-"
"Blame my self? Why not? You're doin' a great job at it."
Rogue looked down. "So she's okay?"
"She's vera, vera weak but A believe she'll pull through this fine."
"Thanks, Moira," Rogue said gratefully.
"Now, get out o' here," Moira said shooing them away.
Upstairs
"Pete?" Kitty asked knocking on his door.
"Come in," a slightly slurred voice called. She walked in and saw the half empty bottle of scotch in his hand.
"Getting drunk isn't going to help anything," she said shaking her head.
"Speak fer yerself, grasshopper. It makes me feel better. Want some?"
"Pete-"
"Wot?"
"You shouldn't do this."
"Right now this is the only thing keeping me from breaking something." He looked into her concerned eyes and shut the bottle sitting it down. "Fine, luv."
"Thank you," Kitty said. "Are you okay?"
"Shouldn't you be with yer friend?" Pete asked.
"Remy's with her," Kitty said flopping down beside him. He looked at her raising one eyebrow. "What?"
"Nothin' just wonderin' how long yer gonna stay here."
"I don't know," Kitty said honestly. "Probably until you, like, get sick of me and tell me to leave." Pete stood.
"I'm gonna go out for a smoke," he said the invitation plain in his words. Kitty stood and he grabbed his trench coat slipping it over her shoulders.
In Rogue and Kitty's room
Remy watched Rogue as she sat looking outside. He could easily see the tears building in her eyes. "Chére?"
"All Ah wanted was ta be able ta touch," she whispered. "And it almost cost Carol her life." Remy moved closer slipping an arm around her shoulders.
"It's okay, chére."
"Remy, Ah can't stay here," she whispered. "Ah can't stay with them and see her everyday."
"Y' ain't goin' anywhere, chérie," Remy said holding her tighter to his side. "Remy ain't gonna let you go."
"Why would ya want a girl you could never touch?"
"Touch ain't everythin', ma belle," Remy smiled. "It's probably better dat Remy can't touch y'."
"Whah?"
He smiled brushing a hand tenderly through her hair. "Parce-que, Remy has gotten ta know ya." He leaned down and kissed her too quickly for her powers to pull at them.
As Kitty and Pete walked outside Pete lit a cigarette.
"It wasn't Rogue's fault," Kitty said hoping that that wasn't why Pete was so upset.
"Shit, girl! I know that. It's just... while all of us were standing in shock Carol could `ave died." Kitty stepped closer, as much out of comfort as the cold wind that was blowing.
"Pete, look," Kitty whispered a sudden grin spreading across her face. "It's snowing." Pete looked into the sky and saw the white flakes as they began to fall to the ground. He chuckled as he watched Kitty spinning around in his trench coat with her arms open wide. She turned back with a broad smile. "The first snow."
"Always the prettiest," he said her enthusiasm catching. "C'mon, grasshopper, we should get back."
"Yeah, my hands are freezing." He reached out taking her hands in his. Her hands were immediately warmed. "Thank you," she said softly.
"No problem." Neither were sure of how long they had stayed in that position with him holding her hands in his own but then the snow started falling faster and Pete, still holding Kitty's hand, led her back into the house.
~*~
The Accident
~*~
I don't wanna let you go
So I'm standing in your way
I never needed anyone
Like I'm needin' you today
Do I have to say the words?
Do I have to tell the truth?
Do I have to shout it out?
Do I have to say a prayer?
Must I prove to you how good we are together?
Do I have to say the words?
-Bryan Adams
~*~
"So you're saying that this can help with my powers?" Rogue asked unwilling to let herself hope.
"That's what the research says," Moira said. "The potion neutralizes a mutants powers for twenty-four hours. We'll have to try." She handed Rogue the elixer. "Bottoms up, lassie." Rogue took a deep breath and drank what was in the bottle, making a face at the taste.
"Now what?" she asked.
"Any volunteers?" Moira asked.
"I'll do it," Carol said. "If it didn't work my skin's really strong." She extended a hand to Rogue. Rogue hesitantly reached out her own bare hand and took Carol's. For an instant the hope flared up in her again. Then she could feel the familiar pull of her powers.
She tried to pull her hand away but Carol's grip only tightened in the older mutant's pain. Rogue desperately tried to get her hand loose but couldn't. After a few moments of shock the others jumped in to help. Kitty grabbed Rogue and phased her away from Carol's grip. Carol fell into Pete's arms.
"Ah held on too long," Rogue gasped. "It was too long..."
"It'll be okay," Kitty said. Brian took Carol from Pete to take her to the Med-lab.
"Gawd, Ah could have killed her. Ah almost killed her." Kitty pulled the now sobbing girl into her arms.
"Chére?" Remy asked seeing the girl he was growing so fond of breaking down. Kitty allowed him to take Rogue from her.
"Wot the bloody hell just `appened?" Pete asked.
"It didn't work," Kitty said sitting down.
"In the words of you yanks, duh," Pete said.
"Let's leave them alone," Kitty said looking at where Remy and Rogue stood. They stood and left the room.
"Rem, Ah almost killed her," Rogue sobbed again. "Ah might have."
"C'mon, chére," Remy said taking her arm.
"Where are we goin'?"
"The med-lab."
"What? Why?"
"To prove to you dat you didn' hurt her too bad." He drug her down the stairs. They walked into the room.
"She's gonna be fine," Moira said before they even spoke. "Donna worry, lassie."
"But Ah-"
"T`is as much my fault as it is yours. A should have made sure it worked better than A did."
"You can't-"
"Blame my self? Why not? You're doin' a great job at it."
Rogue looked down. "So she's okay?"
"She's vera, vera weak but A believe she'll pull through this fine."
"Thanks, Moira," Rogue said gratefully.
"Now, get out o' here," Moira said shooing them away.
Upstairs
"Pete?" Kitty asked knocking on his door.
"Come in," a slightly slurred voice called. She walked in and saw the half empty bottle of scotch in his hand.
"Getting drunk isn't going to help anything," she said shaking her head.
"Speak fer yerself, grasshopper. It makes me feel better. Want some?"
"Pete-"
"Wot?"
"You shouldn't do this."
"Right now this is the only thing keeping me from breaking something." He looked into her concerned eyes and shut the bottle sitting it down. "Fine, luv."
"Thank you," Kitty said. "Are you okay?"
"Shouldn't you be with yer friend?" Pete asked.
"Remy's with her," Kitty said flopping down beside him. He looked at her raising one eyebrow. "What?"
"Nothin' just wonderin' how long yer gonna stay here."
"I don't know," Kitty said honestly. "Probably until you, like, get sick of me and tell me to leave." Pete stood.
"I'm gonna go out for a smoke," he said the invitation plain in his words. Kitty stood and he grabbed his trench coat slipping it over her shoulders.
In Rogue and Kitty's room
Remy watched Rogue as she sat looking outside. He could easily see the tears building in her eyes. "Chére?"
"All Ah wanted was ta be able ta touch," she whispered. "And it almost cost Carol her life." Remy moved closer slipping an arm around her shoulders.
"It's okay, chére."
"Remy, Ah can't stay here," she whispered. "Ah can't stay with them and see her everyday."
"Y' ain't goin' anywhere, chérie," Remy said holding her tighter to his side. "Remy ain't gonna let you go."
"Why would ya want a girl you could never touch?"
"Touch ain't everythin', ma belle," Remy smiled. "It's probably better dat Remy can't touch y'."
"Whah?"
He smiled brushing a hand tenderly through her hair. "Parce-que, Remy has gotten ta know ya." He leaned down and kissed her too quickly for her powers to pull at them.
As Kitty and Pete walked outside Pete lit a cigarette.
"It wasn't Rogue's fault," Kitty said hoping that that wasn't why Pete was so upset.
"Shit, girl! I know that. It's just... while all of us were standing in shock Carol could `ave died." Kitty stepped closer, as much out of comfort as the cold wind that was blowing.
"Pete, look," Kitty whispered a sudden grin spreading across her face. "It's snowing." Pete looked into the sky and saw the white flakes as they began to fall to the ground. He chuckled as he watched Kitty spinning around in his trench coat with her arms open wide. She turned back with a broad smile. "The first snow."
"Always the prettiest," he said her enthusiasm catching. "C'mon, grasshopper, we should get back."
"Yeah, my hands are freezing." He reached out taking her hands in his. Her hands were immediately warmed. "Thank you," she said softly.
"No problem." Neither were sure of how long they had stayed in that position with him holding her hands in his own but then the snow started falling faster and Pete, still holding Kitty's hand, led her back into the house.