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Times Past	By : gallygaskins Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 1619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 10 - Who will receive Rogue's heart?

Rogue sat down on the bench that was situated under the oak trees and opposite the pond. This was always considered to be 'Logan and Rogue's' seat as it wasn't often that either or both of them would be found anywhere else than on that particular bench. They had had some of their best conversations and heated discussions whilst they had spent hours of each other's company sitting there upon that bench. 'And now it's all over!' Rogue thought, as the words of the Skunk Anansie song she had been listening to the previous evening, floated through her head.

. And now I sit here, I'm all alone, here sits a bloody mess, tears fly home, a circle of angels, deep in war, 'cos I wanted you. Weak as I am, no tears for you, weak as I am, no tears for you, deep as I am, I'm no one's fool, weak as I am. So what am I now, I'm love's last home, I'm all of the soft words I once owned, if I opened my heart there'd be no space for air, 'cos I wanted you .

Two days had passed since the last time Rogue and Logan had spoken, well in all fairness, it had been Rogue that had done all the talking only to be faced with rejection and humiliation from the one person she never thought could hurt her. She thought she had sensed love, thought she had seen it in his eyes but even if love was there who was to say it was for her anyway, it could have been for Beth.

Beth, she was another mystery. Perhaps the only reason Logan thought he loved her was because she held onto the key to his past. 'But then that wouldn't matter, would it?' She thought, 'He could still love me with her knowing that.'

She felt the tears welling up her eyes as she thought again about the man she loved and would never be able to have. Her body lightly convulsing with the upset she was experiencing. She was so tired, she hadn't slept, hadn't eaten, just sat on that damn bench and wept to herself, until it was time to return to the mansion and then she would lie on her bed and silently weep there too. Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't heard the soft crunch of the grass as someone approached her.

"Ehm," a male voice was cleared, "Ah'm sorry, ah hope ah'm not disturbin' you, cher, but you look to moi, like you in need o' some help." The Deep South accent ringing through his voice. Rogue felt like she could trust him.

"No, ah'm okay. Ah'm just not feeling so good, you know?" She replied, still not looking at her companion.

"Mais, okay, if you sure, mon ami. Its just il noticed you sittin' out here on your own for da last two days, lookin' very much like you lost somethin'."

Rogue turned slightly to look at the guy who was standing to her right. She recognised him, from when Jean brought him in after the ambush at the air base. He was handsome in a rugged kind of way, with the mid-length locks of auburn hair falling into his eyes, stubble showing on his chin and the ancient fawn overcoat that Rogue thought would fall to pieces as soon as he removed it. "You could say that!"

"Ah'm sorry if it seems like ah'm pryin' but il know that look you got, beb, ah've had mysel' recently. And ah did a bit of askin' aroun' 'bout you. Seems you lost a someone, rather than a somethin'."

"Your nosey aren't you?" Rogue asked, turning up the corner of her mouth to show she was being sarcastic. "So, if you've been through this, how about tryin' to tell me what to do to get over my broken heart."

"May ah?" He asked, pointing to the space next to her, she nodded. He sat and continued, "thanks, ah'm Remy, by th' way, Remy Le Beau, alter ego - Gambit."

"Gambit?"

"Yeah, il sometime have this notion to turn mon hand to poker, cher, il also turn cards into explosives, as well as other missiles, handy when Remy get into fight."

"And do you do that often?"

"Non, Remy more your 'run from danger' kinda guy. Vous Rogue isn't you, cher?"

"Ah'm sure you already know that, and ah think you already know what my story is."

"Il guess. Remy did ask a lotta question 'bout you. You seem so sad, and beb is too beautiful to be sad."

"Hey, if you're trying to hit on me, it's not appreciated!" Rogue burst out.

"Ah'm not!" He said, hands up in the air in protest, a grin appearing over his face. "Well, Remy guess il would if il thought Remy stood a chance, especially when competition is so tough." Rogue didn't look amused. Remy continued, "look, Rogue, ah know its gonna be difficult but you gotta get over this, cher, il don deserve you anyways if il didn't come running as soon as you told 'im how you felt."

"Ah know. And ah guess analysing ain't gonna help either."

"Non, definitely non!" Remy laughed. Rogue watched him laugh; it was so natural, not forced or false, just easy. She couldn't help but join him, and it felt so good. She hadn't felt this good in ages. "How old vous, Rogue, if you don mind Remy askin'?"

"Ah don't mind, ah'm twenty. You?"

"Remy twenty-five. Vous do realise twenty too young for anyone to 'ave broken heart, don you, mon ami?"

"Yeah, ah guess."

"Where you from?"

"Meridian."

"Thought Remy recognised the accent, il spent couple of days dare when il left New Orleans. Vous know, knew that you and Remy would hit it off, bein' from aroun' da same area an' all."

"Two hundred miles is hardly the same area." She laughed.

"Its closer dan vous might tink when you're ro-day."

"Ah guess ah know that, ah ran to Alberta."

"Alberta?" He questioned, his eyebrows arched high on his forehead. "Dat far, eh?"

"Not the Alberta in Alabama, Alberta province in Canada. That's where ah met Log., ah mean Wolverine." Her body language was now telling Remy that that topic was off limits. Remy couldn't resist, there was no way he wasn't going to talk about it.

"Vous know, referrin' to Logan as Wolverine ain't gonna make you get over 'im any quicker. Dare are one or deux ways vous could cope wit' dis, cher."

"And those are," Rogue was miserable again.

"You could tell 'im to go to hell, dat'll get it all outta your system an make vous feel so much better."

Rogue looked at him, he was even better looking in profile with the sun shining through his hair. "And the other?"

"You could show 'im what il missin'. Vous know find someone else, show 'im dat vous know how t' 'ave a good time an' dat your affection are now safely directed at someone else. Who knows it may 'ave de effect of actual bringin' 'im 'round, if dass what you wan'."

"And who exactly do you suggest ah date?"

"How about Remy, you know, de tall, dark, handsome stranger dat nobody know anythin' 'bout. Remy could show vous a good time."

"So, you were hitting on me!" Rogue smiled.

"You foun' Remy out."

"Okay, ah'll do it, on one condition though."

"Name it, cher!"

"You tell me everything about yourself, especially since you know everything about me."

"Okay, when do you wanna do dis?"

"How 'bout tonight, no time like the present is there?"

"Right, pick vous up aroun' sept heure, cher?"

"Great! Ah'll see you then." Rogue got up from her position and proceeded to step towards the house, she turned around briefly to see if Remy was watching her, and found herself blush when she noticed he was. Very intently, in fact. Rogue was in seventh heaven as she turned back to continue on her journey, smiling at the thought of her and Remy going out together, and that evening.

Crossing over the threshold on her way back into the house Rogue had an overwhelming desire to seek out Charles and instead of making her way up the ornate staircase turned and walked down the hall towards his office. She didn't need to knock when she reached the door, the professor already knew she was there and asked her to enter the office.

When she entered she saw that he was in conversation with Jean and Logan, and folders and scrawled notes were strewn all over his desk and the adjoining table. "Ah'll come back."

"No, please join us Rogue. We wish to discuss something with you."

Eyeing Logan nervously, as she made a path to a vacant chair, she sat down and made herself relatively comfortable. "Okay," she began, "How can ah help?"

"These notes are what Beth brought from England with her, they are her notes on the mind control studies she was involved with at the institute."

"And what do they have to do with me?"

"We'd like to get you started on the program." Jean put in.

"Without Beth?" Rogue asked. "Wouldn't that piss her off, using her knowledge without her?"

A spark of anger flashed through Logan's eyes, but he sat still and said nothing. Jean and Charles looked at one another before Charles finally said, "considering her condition, she wouldn't even know what we were doing. I found Beth, using Cerebro, two days ago. When Jean, Scott and Logan," Rogue looked over to Logan when she heard his name mentioned, "brought her in that evening, she was badly beaten. She's in a coma, Rogue."

"So what? Don't you normally wait for people to come out of coma's if they can?" Rogue noticed the heightened rage that Logan now felt and decided to ask what she could do. "Ah'm sorry, what does this all have to do with me?" She said calmly.

It was now Jean's turn to speak, "We have been looking over these notes and have come up with a program to help you to control your ability. Once you are ready we would then like you to transfer some of Logan's healing power from himself to Beth, and hopefully bring her back. Obviously, it is up to you, you will not experience anything other than what you already do when you touch someone but all the same, you must decide if you wish to help."

"Okay, then no, ah want to learn to control my ability, but ah don't want to do this, ah don't wanna hurt no one."

"Rogue?" Logan spat out.

"What?"

"Is this about what you told me?" Logan asked, deeply hurt.

"No, it has nothing to do with the other night, don't even concern yourself with what ah said to you the other night. Ah was being foolish, ah thought ah loved you but after careful consideration ah now realise ah did not. Ah'm seeing someone else now anyway." Jean and Charles, both with furrowed brows, looked at each other and then turned their attention back to the conversation going on around them.

"Who?"

"That is none of your business, Logan. Ah don't wanna do this because ah don't wanna hurt no one, you, Beth nor me. Anyone can speculate as to what could or couldn't happen, but no one really knows."

"If we could satisfy you that there would be no ill affects to anyone would you reconsider?" Charles asked, desperation flowing through his tone.

"Yes, Ah would reconsider. Ah will even make a start on this mind control thing tomorrow too. At least that way if you can satisfy me that ah won't hurt no one then we can try to help Beth as soon as possible. Is that all?"

"Yes, thank you Rogue, very much." Charles said and added, in a thought only she could hear, 'have a good date tonight with Remy.'

'Thanks, I will.' Rouge thought, whilst saying, "My pleasure, I'll see you bright and early in the morning professor."

"See you then."

Rogue rose from her seat and made her way out of the office. Just as she was climbing the stairs she was caught on the arm by a gloved hand. She turned around, readying herself for a confrontation as she was expecting to see Logan, but Remy was standing before her instead. "Il know it's not seven yet bu' Remy couldn' wait." He whispered.

"What for?"

"Dis." Taking her in his arms he leant in towards her. Anticipation coursed through her body, a feeling of inexperience rose up but instead of hiding from her fear of being 'no good', she ran towards the light of hope that shone in front of her now closed eyes, like a beacon. In a moment Remy's lips were on hers, gently caressing the sensitive skin that formed them, and in another moment they were gone. He must have known about her power. Opening her eyes again she adjusted her head so that she could focus on his face, he moved to brush the white forelocks away from her face and she watched him smile as he looked deeply into her eyes. She must have returned his gaze with one of disbelief as he asked her, "didn't vous enjoy dat, beb?"

"Yes, very much," she replied, "Ah'm just a little shocked that's all."

"Il know it wasn' for long or anythin', but Remy figured dat we could both handle somethin' dat was short an' sweet."

"It certainly was that! Ah can't wait for later, either. But if you still intend to pick me up at seven you better let me get on."

"No problem, Remy'll see you soon." Reaching for her hand he brought it to his lips and gently kissed the gloved limb. Letting it go he turned on his heel and made his way down to his own room. As she watched him leave her eyes passed over a familiar figure. Logan, and he didn't look very happy. 'Tough,' she thought, 'he had his chance and blew it. I hope he got an eyeful.'

Smiling toward him she too turned back to continue her ascent up the staircase to her own room. Logan could go to hell, if he thought he now stood a chance. She was going to enjoy her evening with the newest addition to the household, the devastatingly handsome Cajun, known as Remy Le Beau.
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