Disclaimer: Marvel/Disney owns these babies, but I subscribed to Disney for '97, and so I hope they let me play with them. The title is from Pearl Jam's Black.
I had feelings about the X-Men '97 premiere, and sure I will have more. That's what drabbles are for, right? It's technically too long for a drabble, BUT Gambit's abs deserved every one of the extra words.
A Star in Somebody Else's Sky
This is how they get their happy ending, right?
It's not like Rogue wants Erik. There are no sparks, no butterflies. Nothing like she felt for the man cooking beignets in a torn-off tee, showing every inch of his traceable, lickable abs. If she'd been another woman, she would have had him on the kitchen table right then and there, Scott be damned.
But Rogue can touch Erik, which makes him the only choice she has. Relationships need touch. What's the alternative? Hoping that she figured her powers out, or that a worthwhile enough man exists that he would be with her despite them? Marry her without expecting a single kiss?
Gambit'd told her he loved her, once. She almost believed him, except she knew him, and knew he must have said the same to all the pretty girls in New Orleans. He'd move on, find someone he could touch, and be grateful to her one day. It was heroic, breaking his heart, breaking hers along with it.
She hesitates by the office door - thinking of red-on-black eyes, kinetic explosions, stolen kisses - and then turns the doorknob. She's made her choice. She can almost pretend she has no regrets.
