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The Rogue and Gambit Experiment	By : celticmanou Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men or any character in this fanfic, and I do not make any money off it. If they were mine, my name would be Stan Lee.

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Rogue went on with her training with Sage. Both girls were happy at the new discovery. Rogue's power was a shield, as they previously found out, but it was a multilayer shield. One absorbed energy, one absorbed memories and personality traits. Her cells' DNA copied anomalies - mutations - when in contact with mutant DNA. It was all in her skin. Hank helped them figure it all out.

Logan didn't know how to act around Anna anymore. The knowledge of what happened to her was a big hindrance in their relationship. He didn't dare to be too close or too pushy with her. He warily watched her interact with the Cajun. He should have felt happy that they weren't that close anymore but to see her withdraw from any touch was hurting him. He could feel how she needed the Cajun and to say he didn't like it was the understatement of the year. If she needed him to be happy... then be it, he wouldn't stop them.

Days became weeks, weeks became months. Rogue couldn't keep her shield down for a long time but she was slowly making progress. She covered her whole body so she wouldn't hurt anyone. Remy and Anna carefully avoided each other. Warren took her to fancy restaurants and dances. Some of the X-girls tried to hit on the Cajun but he spent all his nights out of the mansion. He gambled and played poker, drinking himself to oblivion. Oh the sweet moment when he could finally forget what Belle did to his grand amour and lure himself into thinking nothing changed between them. His life spun out of his control. He wanted to be Anna's knight in a shiny armor and he was just a failure who couldn't even help her in any way. She was better off with that Warren dude. Both could fly, he was wealthy and never did anything filthy in his whole life. Shit, he was sure the dude didn't even steal candy when he was a kid. Yeah, he was such a better match for his precious Anna.

Swallowing his rum, he berated himself. Anna Marie... Like Lady Marian... He had lured himself into believing she was his fair maiden, the one who was meant for this thief prince. His path to redemption. But he was no Robin Hood and she was no longer his. For one night, one beautiful and unforgettable night she had been his. Her body had writhed in pleasure under his, she had moaned his name in the throes of passion... No more... No more... He pressed his temples with his palms. The memory of their jail time assaulted him, perverting the sweetest memories, vivid and haunting.

"Bub, you mind if I join you?"

He released the pressure and looked at the man who addressed him so casually. "Help yourself, Logan."

The man was already sitting next to Remy. Both drank silently for a while. "You never struck me as one to go down without a fight," said Logan with a casual tone.

Remy shot him a glance. "Remy failed her, Logan. She's better off without the likes of Remy. She made it clear: she doesn't want Remy anymore."

"She needs a man. Not a self-pitying pussy. She told me about your last conversation, after the surgery. She wouldn't have worried and sent Sage after you if she didn't give a damn about you. I can see she still does."

"I have done many things I'm not proud of and Belle was just the top of the iceberg. Why would I expose her to it? Why would I endanger her?"

"You're not feeling worthy of her," stated Logan. "I know the feeling. I'll tell you something. You're not the only one with a shady past. Mine is so shady I don't even remember Anna's mom. I'm the best there is at what I do, and what I do isn't very nice. I settled in the Mansion because I felt kinship there. Rogue has a kindred spirit. She's a fighter, a survivor, just like I am. Now the genetics talked, I know the bond was even deeper than we thought. I don't want her to remain unhappy. I don't want her to be afraid to let her guard down. I don't want her to end up alone because a Cajun couldn't man up and see her for who she is. She needs you, and it kills me to admit it out loud. Bask it in, I will never say it again."

With that, Logan finished his drink, dropped bills on the table and made his way out. Remy contemplated his empty drink for a while. He refused the refill from the bartender, paid his tab and exited.

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Sage was sitting on Rogue's bed, looking at the girl getting ready for yet another "friendly date" with Warren. Concern was easily read on her face. Rogue glanced at her friend. She turned on her heels in front of her, showing off the light green, shimmering satin dress that Warren had sent to her when she agreed on their date. The neckline was rather modest and the long opera gloves were making up for the lack of sleeves. Sage slightly shook her head, her lips tightening in a straight line.

"So," asked Rogue. "What do you think?"

"You know what I think, Anna. You shouldn't lead Warren on when you know as well as I do that you can't nor want to have any physical contact with him."

"Warren knows about my lack of control. He doesn’t mind. And he just wants some company. How can it be wrong? We're friends, that's it."

"Do you know where you're going?" asked Tessa with a sigh, defeated.

"He's taking me to a club. Some fancy place in New York."

"A club?" Sage's eyes widened. "Promise me, if it's the Hellfire Club, leave that place at once."

"Why?"

"That club was the one I spied upon for Charles. They're dangerous. If X-Men go there..."

"I'll keep the link open between us," rogue said, hugging her friend. "And I'm not leading Warren on. He's just a good friend."

Unnerved by her friend's obvious panic at the prospect of Anna going to the Hellfire club, Rogue tapped into the mind-link as Tessa taught her. Sage closed the link when she felt Rogue's intrusion.

"I'll tell you everything when you're back. I'll show you everything, my past and the people involved."

Rogue agreed and the girls went into the foyer to wait for Warren. They laced their arms together as they walked. They met with Remy who was obviously going out too. He greeted them. Rogue turned her face away to hide the hurt she was feeling as she casually greeted him. As the girls left, Remy looked at them with longing. He wasn't even flirting with Anna, not knowing how she would take it. She hid herself behind a tough exterior.

Why weren't things easier for them? He shook his feelings and left the mansion to have a drink in the bar Logan would find him in later.

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Anna and Warren got out of the car in front of the Hellfire Club. The southern belle looked at her date. "The Hellfire Club?" she asked, appalled.

Warren nodded. "I've inherited a membership from my father. I thought you could enjoy it."

Anna shook her head. "Sage warned me. I shouldn't go in there, and you shouldn't either."

Warren dismissed her concern. "Come on, what can be dangerous in a club for rich, spoiled brats?"

"I'm not going in there..." she started to say when a startling blonde woman walked toward them. She had seen the woman's picture before. She had been much younger then – in her teens – but there was no mistake that the sexy blonde and the awkward teen were one person.

"Good evening, Warren," she said. "I believe I don't know your friend..."

"Anna, this is Emma Frost. Emma, this is Anna..." Warren started.

"Anna Marie Sylverfox Logan," finished Rogue. "How are you, my aunt?"

Warren opened wide eyes. Emma's eyes bore into her niece's eyes as she tried to decipher the girl's thoughts. Rogue kept her mental shield up, effectively keeping Emma out.

Emma got closer to Rogue and touched her face with her gloved hand. "You are Kayla's daughter... My stepsister's daughter..."

Rogue nodded. "I am."

Emma smiled at her. "I'm glad you found me, young girl. Now come with me, we've got catch up to do. Warren, I believe some people would like to talk about your father."

Warren stayed in the ballroom while Emma pulled Rogue behind her, holding her hand. "Actually, Emma, I don't think..."

"Come with me, child. I want to know more about my niece. How have you been faring all those years? I can't believe how grown up you are... Twenty years... I was there for your birth..."

The blonde and the brunette found a quiet small salon and sat there. "How was my mother?"

"We weren't raised together. She was the bastard child of our father and she had her mother's name, Sylverfox. When we reached the teens, both of us discovered we were mutant. I'm a telepath and thus found out in my father's mind everything about Kayla. We became friends. A little while later, our father gave us up to the government. Kayla made a pact so we could be free. She met your father. Even though her mission was to seduce him, she fell madly in love with him. She came back to me months pregnant. She almost didn't show. Then you came to the world and she died freeing mutants from the government agency that held me and so many prisoners."

"Why did you get in the Hellfire Club?"

"So I could avenge Kayla and I, so I could be safe from the mutant-haters' clutches. I also tried to find you but you vanished into thin air."

Rogue closed her eyes. It was a lot to take in. Tessa had known about Emma all along. The professor too. Why didn't they tell her that her aunt was living in the same town she did?

"I ran away from my foster parents when I was really young. I lived into the wild a while before Mystique and Destiny, two mutants, found me and raised me like their daughter. I've learned very recently who I am."

"I'm glad you accompanied Warren today. Will you come and join me in the club?"

"I... I live with my father. I'd rather stay with him... We can see each other though. Outside of this club..."

Emma frowned. "Is something the matter, Anna?"

"Well... I was warned against this club..."

Emma's ice blue eyes pierced Rogue. She could tell the telepath was trying to find a way in. It felt like a cold hand was caressing her forehead. "Don't try to get in here, my aunt. My mind is a mess and I wouldn't want you to get lost with all the psyches imprisoned up there."

"You're a mutant too..."

"Well I though it was rather logical. My skin drains life force, mutation and minds from any one who dares to have a skin on skin contact with me. Both my parents were mutants, it was obvious I would be one too."

Emma nodded, pondering. "You're my niece. Of course you are a powerful mutant."

Rogue cocked an eyebrow at Emma's total lack of humility. The woman unnerved her. She was an ice queen. As cold as her family name.

"My aunt..." started Rogue.

"Emma. Call me Emma. I feel so much older when you call me aunt."

"Emma. I will go back to the ballroom. Warren will wonder where I've been so long. And he needs to bring me back home really early."

Emma sighed and got up. "All right. Let's join the party. Give me your cell number first."

They exchanged their phone numbers and headed back to the party with promises to meet for a coffee and some delicatessen. Rogue found Warren and convinced him to leave at once. in the safety of the car, she sighed and relaxed. Warren shot her worried glances. "Emma Frost is your aunt?" he asked with wonder.

Rogue nodded. "It seems so. I had no idea she was one of the Hellfire Club rulers though. Sage and the prof have explanations to provide."

The way back to the mansion was quiet. When they pulled up in the garage, Warren turned toward Rogue. "Anna... I've been meaning to ask you... Since our first date... Would you consider me as a suitable suitor? I like you and would like to further our relationship outside the friendship boundaries."

Rogue bit her lip. "I'm sorry, Warren. With my mutation I can't... You're an Angel but..."

"But you prefer the one with devil eyes. I get it. Don't worry."

He got out of the car and opened her door for her, really gentlemanly. She took his hand and exited. He tried to hide the hurt in his eyes. She took his arm, placing hers underneath his. "I like you too. You're a really nice person. I wish... I wish I could like you the way you like me."

With that, she leaned in and briefly kissed his cheek, lowering her shields as long as she could. Arms laced, they went into the Mansion and he accompanied her on her way toward her bedroom. "I hope we can remain friends, Warren..."

He sadly smiled. "I'm not sure yet... We'll see." he kissed her hand. "It has been a pleasure, Anna."

She blushed. "It's been a pleasure for me too, Warren."

He smiled at her and left her in her doorway. She sighed. There were so few gentlemen such as Warren... So few... It was safe, with him. She could have a happy, safe life. He was nice, and gentle, not pushy, and there were so many good things about him that she couldn't help but wonder what her life would be with him. She shook herself. There was only one man who could make her happy, he stole her heart and now it seemed that he didn't even want it anymore.

She went into her bedroom and let out a startled cry when she saw two red eyes shining in the darkness, like cat's eyes. She turned the light on and sighed in relief when she saw Remy sitting on her desk chair. He wasn't smiling, he wasn't moving, he wasn't doing anything but looking at her. She felt self-conscious under his intense stare. "What are you doing here," she managed to squeal, her throat tightening with emotion. The Cajun had gone out of his way to avoid her since their fight in the med ward. It made no sense that he would be there.

"Remy wanted to talk with you, chere," he replied. She winced when he used the pet name he had given her so long ago.

She mumbled under her breath, "'twas 'bout time," and crossed her arms on her chest while gauging him up. He slowly stood, his lean body as graceful and stealthy as a cat.

"I wanted to apologize. I brought you nothing but trouble since I arrived. The truth is... I can't stay away from you anymore. I miss all our flirting and messing around. I miss you. If you want me back... I can be yours. It doesn't matter that I can't touch you, I just want your company and maybe your... affection."

She tensed as she felt tears gathering in her eyes, ready to roll on her cheeks. "You... You stupid, STUPID Cajun!"

She crossed the distance between them and started to pound on his chest with her fists. She was enough in control not to use her full strength but she needed to take out her anger and her frustration on him. "Ah want no one but ya, Swamp Rat!" She cried, her accent thickening with her tears. "Ah need ta know ya want meh! Ah felt so dirty and filthy, Ah needed ta know you still wanted meh! That Ah was still a woman t'ya! Why! Why you didn' hear meh out! Why didn' ya und'stand! Ya stubborn, stupid Swamp Rat!"

"Ah... Remy assumed ya wouldn't wan' 'im anymore..."

"Assumed?!?" she screamed. "Ya're no mind-reader, ya got no idea what's in mah head!"

"Remy..." he shook his head, fighting the urge to hide himself behind the third-person speech. "I'm sorry. Désolé."

"Sorry doesn't make it right."

"But will ya give me a chance?"

She broke down in sobs, tears freely flowing on her face. He wrapped her in his embrace. With all the experience he had with women, he was uncomfortable with Rogue's crying. It was a new experiment to him, sharing her pain and trying to make it go away. He sat on her bed, not letting her go, and cradled her trembling body. He murmured sweet nothings in French laced with English. She didn't get half of it but it made her feel better.

Relaxing bit by bit, totally worn out by the evening's whirlwind of feelings and events, she dozed off. Remy ever so gently laid her down on her bed, admiring her beautiful body complimented by the gown. He tucked her in and sat for a long time on the edge of her bed to watch over her sleep.

Things weren't solved between them yet but their future didn't look so grim anymore. With a sigh he stealthily left the room, glancing a last time at sa beauté endormie, at his sleeping beauty.
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