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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 slowly opened her eyes, slightly disoriented. She sat up and looked down at herself, at the gown that was still hugging her frame. Silk and satin were becoming her favorite fabrics as it felt like the soft touch of... of a lover. She blurrily remembered Remy being there the previous night but she didn't remember him leaving or her going to bed. She slowly stood up. Remy wanted her... Somehow. He missed her. Lost in her thoughts she undressed and took a shower.

She was thinking about their talk the previous night. It was uncanny and unexpected but she felt better after crying her heart out in his arms. Sure, it didn't solve anything and she wasn't ready to trust him yet. He could still break her heart if she wasn't careful enough. She also had to confront Sage, the professor, her dad and Beast about Emma. What a busy day it was going to be.

Once clean, she dried and got dressed. The urge to scrub her skin had faded away with the weeks. She had found websites and forums for sexual assault victims and she had been able to slowly exorcize the pain and the dirt. Only Remy's rejection still stung and hurt. The ladies she had met online had reassured her. They explained how Remy's inability to save her as he witnessed the assault could hurt him and make him feel unworthy of her. They said it had very little to do with his desire and love. One of the women called it the "knight in shining armor complex".

The support group helped her feel good. They were part of the reason why she slowly, so slowly, regained control. The group, and Sage. Gloved and covered with pieces of cloth from head (well, neck) to toe, she got out of her bedroom toward the room Sage occupied. She softly knocked and went inside at Sage's welcoming words. Sage was wearing a black corset and tight leather pants, leaving her shoulders bare. She relished in the Spring as it was warming the weather. It was early April and the temperatures were almost like Summer.

She removed her glasses - a project she was working on to help her interface with any technological device - and smiled at her friend. Rogue sat on Sage's couch and looked intently at the telepath. "How was your date?" she asked to the quiet Rogue.

"Unexpected. Different things happened."

"Care to share?"

"I've met my aunt."

Sage gasped and both girls stared at each other in silence. Sage tried to find out about the meeting in Rogue's mind, who kept her out. "You can't enter without my permission anymore, Tessa. You know it, you trained me. I could keep Emma out all evening thanks to you. Now it's time to be fair and share with me."

Sage sighed in defeat. "I knew that day was close. Do you want to use the mind-link or can I show you with my glasses? They project holograms."

"Your glasses. I'm not used to search people's minds."

Sage nodded and put the glasses on her nose again. She focused and soon light patterns appeared in thin air. The patterns formed a younger Sage and the boy who died. "This is me and my childhood friend... And only love. We were mind-linked and I believed we would be together forever. I was wrong."

New people appeared in the small scenery playing between the girls. They killed the boy and tried to take the girl. The scenery blurred a second. When it came into focus again, the only people alive were Sage and Professor X. In a fast-forward display, they went into the blackbird and flew to the empty Mansion. Charles trained Tessa and then sent her away.

Now a corset and panties were all the clothes 16 years old Tessa was wearing. She was in the Hellfire club and close to the Inner Circle, even though she wasn't a member. "I won't tell you much about my time there. I proved myself an asset for both Charles and Sebastian. I even saved your aunt from a destiny worst than death and she thanked me by exposing me when she found out my ties to Charles."

"A destiny worst than death?" asked Rogue with a faint voice.

"A guy named Bogan. He wanted to make her his new toy. I helped Sebastian to win a poker game which prize was ownership of Emma. Bogan found out my role in his demise and abducted me. He made me those marks. As much as your body was violated by Bella's men, my soul was violated by Bogan. Those marks are the proof that he soiled me and made me his, even temporarily. That Bogan... What he can do to you..." Sage shivered, her fingers of her right hand on the black marks underneath her eyes. Rogue stroke her left hand comfortingly. She was starting to understand her friend much better.

"I escaped. That's when I made my first mistake. I went back to the Hellfire club as Charles was already dead. Emma, taking advantage of my weakened state and my lack of shield, discovered everything I'd been hiding for years. She decided it was her best interest to tell everything to Sebastian. She wanted to show him that he didn't need me but her. They locked me away and used my cyberpathy and logical skills when they needed to. Mystique broke into the club and freed me. Her precog knew I could jump-start mutants so they could reach their full potential. I was thankful and she took advantage of it. Until I met you."

The holograms, that had played most of Sage's story, showed Rogue sitting on her bed, with Irene and Raven next to her, and Sage walking toward her friend-to-be. The image flickered and vanished. Sage took off the glasses and dropped them on her desk. She let out an exhausted sigh.

"She turned you in." Rogue said with disbelief. She wasn't questioning Sage's story as she could feel it was the truth through the mind-link, but the very fact that Emma had been so merciless.

"If she had covered for me and were discovered, she would have had the same fate I had. Her choice was logical. I don't believe she's a bad person. She makes selfish choices but I understand better why since I've heard of your mother's fate. It's self-preservation, survival of the fittest. She's not power-thirsty like Sebastian. She wants the means to ensure her safety and, I believe, yours. Had she been as powerful as she is now twenty years ago, I reckon things would've been very different."

Rogue could feel the tears threatening to run on her face. "You're still defending her... You're so selfless, Tessa!"

Rogue flung herself at her friend and hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Anna. You help me be a better person."

Rogue shook her head. "You're the one helping me."

Sage smiled and sent telepathically, 'let's say we help each other, then'.

"I'll see Emma again. Outside the club. I want to know what kind of person my aunt is. I want to know more about my mom. I hope you won't mind..."

"I don't, the one who may mind is the Professor. She's family to you. It's logical..."

"Cut the logical crap, Sage. I know you're keeping to yourself with reason but why am I the only person you seem to emotionally bond with? You let Leech tag along with you but it's not emotion that made you decide. There is a wall between you and the world... Even I run into it sometimes."

"Why you? You proved to be genuine when everyone else was lying. Your own mother's education and brainwashing couldn't make you shallow and self-centered. Despite everything that happened to you, you became your own person, able to kindness and beauty of soul."

"Sage, I'm not that good... You're exaggerating..."

"Am I? I believe each word I spoke. I mean each of them. You know me. You know I never take unnecessary actions or speak useless words. No one else is worthy of my affections for now. I will let people in when the time comes."

"You're withdrawing from the world. You seldom leave this room unless Leech or I come and get you. You're part of the X-Men now... The Professor and 'Ro offered you a place in the team."

Sage stood up and walked by the window, gazing outside at the playing mutants. "I was not meant to be an X-man. I'm a spy."

"You're my friend and I trust you. You watched my back when I was driven by blood-lust and vengeance. The choice is yours..."

Sage watched her friend go with a new sparkle in her eye. The discussion had been animated and nearly became an argument. Something happened. Something involving a certain Cajun. Sage could read the signs of it in her friend's behavior. She was more passionate. A spark that Sage thought extinguished now animated her friend.

She turned her attention to her glasses. They worked better than she expected. She had used the Danger Room solid light technology and it created the scenery out of her mind. Rogue had assumed it was holographic but the scenes she had created were solid. She pondered the use of that technology.

She pocketed them and headed toward the foyer. She found Leech playing video games with other kids around his age. She had noticed some time ago that the kids unhappy with their mutations were seeking him when those happy with it avoided him. She had asked Leech about it. He was conscious that his game buddies were using him but he was really understanding. He was glad enough to have buddies to not care about their reasons. The med lab had isolated him while they were looking for the cure.

Sage left the Mansion to wander in the surprisingly warm garden. She looked at the graves a short while. Jean and Scott. Xavier's favorite through the years. Xavier's grave hadn't moved, even if he wasn't dead. He was often gone now. Ororo remained the school's headmistress. He traveled to give conferences and try to make the mutant cause advance pacifically. She kept walking a while. She was a cyberpath, but it often felt good to isolate herself from all the devices she could interact with.

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Somewhere else, in an undisclosed location...

Emma Frost was sitting on her white Ice Queen throne. Facing her was Sebastian Shaw, the Black King on the Hellfire Club. Emma was keeping a straight face, hiding her disgust at Sebastian's proposition. "Your niece could be an asset for us. Too bad she's with those X-Men. She could be a suitable Black Queen..."

"My niece won't join the Club. She made it clear. Her psi-shields are so strong no telepath could influence her choice. Find another Queen, my friend."

Both interrupted their argument when a pawn came in with information. He gave the file to Sebastian and left. Sebastian opened the file. It contained a picture of Sage and Rogue, dancing in a night club. The picture was months old. There was no mistake in the friendship bonding those girls. Emma saw the picture in Sebastian's mind as he watched it. She gasped. The girl she had made an enemy of and her niece were friends. Emma now knew who had warned Rogue about the Club.

"She won't join us, Black King. I believe Sage warned her against us."

"Where do your loyalties lie, White Queen?"

"With the Club, Black King. You know it. I've always be loyal to the club. I didn't hesitate to..."

"Yes, I remember how you betrayed the one who had saved you."

"It was for the Club. We couldn't keep a traitor in our ranks. I did what was best for the Club."

"The lady doth protest too much..." he mocked her.

Infuriated, she stood up. "You won't touch my niece nor try to get her into the Club, Sebastian. This is my final word on this matter."

She turned away and elegantly left the room. Sebastian leaned back on his ebony throne, a thoughtful expression on his face. Rogue... Anna Marie Sylverfox Logan... If she were half as talented and tough as her aunt, he could have use of her. He pushed the thought aside. No need to infuriate his resident telepath. He looked at the second picture in the file. It showed Rogue with Warren the third. Two X-Men had been in his Club and seemed to ignore what the club was capable of. "Charles... What game are you playing?" he whispered, his fingers stroking the white strands on Rogue's head.

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Back at the Mansion

Rogue was mulling over the information Sage gave her, sitting on a bench in the park. The weather was nicer each day now. She didn't turn when she heard footsteps. Her Wolverine sense of smell informed her it was the professor.

"I can sense your agitation, Rogue. Care to share with me?" he asked, sitting beside her.

"I know about Sage's past. She showed me. Why did you need a spy into the Hellfire Club?"

"I see," said the professor. "The Hellfire Club, with the Massachusetts Institute, is recruiting powerful and influencable young mutants. The Club's goal had been to gather the more powerful and influential people and rule every big business, politics and many other fields. when they started with mutants I worried. I feared they would use the younglings to help them in their quest for powers. With Tessa's help, we discovered that the Inner Circle, the ruling people of the Club, is composed of mutants. The two most prominent figures are Sebastian Shaw and Emma Frost. They're nicknamed Black King and White Queen."

"As in chess," muttered Rogue.

Charles Xavier nodded. "Very much like chess, indeed. They act as if the Club was their chess board, and the members their pawns. I found it appalling and asked Tessa to join them. She did. I knew with her cyberpathy she wouldn't let the Club corrupt her. I knew she could withstand everything she would encounter. She had seen and done so much already. I couldn't give this task to anyone else."

"She was barely sixteen and had witnessed her best friend's death. Why did you disregard her feelings? Or how traumatized she was already?"

"I believe you're bonded with her through a mind-link. You've seen inside her mind. You know better than accusing me for what was hers to choose. I did give her the choice. She could've said no. She could've stayed here and be trained to be an X-Man."

"I can't believe it! You're supposed to be the most powerful living telepath!" she snapped, standing up and pacing in front of him, agitated. "You were the first father figure she had. She thought of you so highly and felt kinship with you. You betrayed her. You betrayed the faith and the trust she had with you. Don't you know what sixteen years old girls can do for approval? Are you that oblivious?"

Despite Rogue's harsh words and demeanor, Charles kept his calm. "I did what I felt I had to do. We all make choices. It's noble of you to stand up for your friend, but she and I had a talk already and I believe the matter is settled."

Rogue ground her teeth. She knew her rant was immature and uncalled for when Charles had always been so kind to her. Especially when Sage had professed to be fine with her past. "Ah... Ah'm sorry, professah. So much is happenin'... Ah guess Ah'm a bit overwhelm'd," she drawled in her Southern twang.

"It's quite alright, Rogue. I know many of my past decision are, to say the least, questionable."

"Ya have a way with words, professah," she said, her accent slowly fading as she calmed down. "Questionable... Yeah. That's what one could say. Ah guess you're not as perfect as us younglings wanted you to be."

"I am merely human, Rogue, and therefore fallible. This is one of the beauties of being alive. The possibility to make mistakes and live to make up for those. I'm glad, indeed, that you befriended Tessa."

"I am glad we're friends too. Now I have a question. How long have you known that Emma Frost is my aunt?"

"When I came back. I had no idea of Logan's ties with Kayla, nor your ties with those two. You see, Emma used to be my student, much like Scott and Jean. She never agreed with my idea of peace between mutants and humans. I understand her point of view, as she shared with me what happened to her and her beloved sister on Three Mile Island. So when Scott and her broke up..."

"Wait, Scott dated someone before Jean?"

"He did. It's not surprising, between teenagers who lived equally traumatic experiences. So, as I said, when Scott and her broke up, she left the Institute. A few years ago, I learned that she was teacher and headmistress of a mutant school in Massachusetts and the White Queen of the Hellfire Club Inner Circle. There, you know everything."

"Why didn't you tell me about Emma? We're family. Didn't you think I wanted to know what happened to my family?"

"The Club has a rather questionable agenda and an endless thirst for power. I believe they will want you to join them."

"You're right," said a chilly voice Rogue knew too well.

Rogue turned and took a fighting stance, facing Mystique. "How did you come here?"

Mystique dismissed the question with a graceful movement of her hand. "I did it before. Destiny has seen the future change yesterday evening. The Club wants you, my daughter, but we can't allow that to happen. It's not the future meant for you."

Rogue let the claws slowly extend from her hands. "Why do you care?"

Charles put a restraining hand on Rogue's arm. "She has come in peace, she cares about you."

Mystique's smile spread before Rogue's display of power and control. Destiny had told her about the girl's progress but to see it was much more gratifying. When Rogue retracted the claws, she crossed the distance between them and tightly hugged her stiff foster daughter.

Rogue abruptly broke the embrace. "What do you want, Mystique?" she was looking at her foster mother with disdain, trying to ignore the swirl of confused feelings she was experiencing at the unexpected visit.

"I'd rather have you with the X-Men than you with the Club."

At that moment, a growl and a buzzing noise interrupted the not so pleasant chat. Gambit and Wolverine were on the hunt, in fighting stances, claws and charged cards ready. "Get away from my daughter, Mystique," growled the protective father.

"You won't take ma chérie, this time, dame bleue (blue lady)," stated the Cajun with a cold, threatening tone.

"Oh, don't get your panties in a twist, guys. I was here to warn her. Some mother-daughter bonding time, you know..." replied Mystique with wit.

Both men winced at the word panties. None liked their manhood to be questioned, even indirectly. Gambit took a step forward. "You leave Anna alone or this Cajun will have to go against his principles and hurt a woman."

Rogue glanced at them. "Dad, Remy, I appreciate the sentiment but I can handle her." she turned to look at Mystique. "Now what do you really want? And cut the touchy-feely crap, I don't fall for it."

Mystique's face twisted with... pain? "I can understand your distrust. But I raised you like my own daughter. I love you like my child. I thought... I hoped that you would feel... Well I was mistaken, wasn't I?" Mystique didn't wait for an answer. "Now you're warned. Stay away from the Club. They'll be no good for you. Stick with the X-Men."

After her monolog, she crouched and shape-shifted into her namesake, a raven. She flew off and Rogue watched her disappear with her arms crossed on her chest and an unreadable expression on her face. Logan got closer to her and gently put his hand on her shoulder. "You okay, kid?"

She shrugged. "Ah guess Ah'll be fine... Somehow... It's good to know she really cared."

"What are you going to do about the Club?" inquired Charles.

"I won't join them. I made myself clear with Emma. I believe she'll respect my will. If she doesn't, I can protect myself."

"Please be careful, Rogue," insisted the Professor. "They have means to convince people."

She leaned into her father, who protectively gave her a one arm hug. "I have people looking out for me. And now I know there's a threat, it's easier to fight it."

Gambit had long since put the card away after uncharging it. He had been smoking with Logan when his feral companion had picked up Mystique's scent on the Mansion territory. They had run to rescue Rogue... Who didn't need rescuing. Feeling left out, he stealthily walked away. Once again, he had been useless to her. That, coupled with Mystique's emasculating comment, gave another blow at his ego. He could hear her voice but didn't listen to what she was saying to Charles and Logan.

She watched Remy's retreating back. She turned toward Charles. "Our discussion isn't over. And now Mystique warned us, there's even more to discuss. I'll find you later." she then turned her attention toward Logan. "I'm glad you showed up, dad. Thank you. I've got business to take care off."

"Need help, Anna?" proposed her father as she was standing straighter.

"No, it's nothing a feisty southern gal can't take care of." she declared as she stalked after Remy.

He looked at his daughter as she left. "It was about time they discuss this, wasn't it, Chuck?"

"It is in their natures to be stubborn and fierce. Neither of them compromises easily. I believe the delay was much needed on both parts."

Logan grunted, not sure about it. "Whatever, Chuck."

Rogue was jogging behind Remy, trying to catch up as his long legs carried him away. "Remy... Wait up..." she asked. "We need to talk..."

"What do you want to talk about?" he abruptly asked, suddenly stopping and facing her. She noticed he harbored a look darker than usual on his face.

She tried not to wince at his bluntness. "I thought... You said you missed me... You said you want me... Is it true?"

His features softened. "It's true. I want you. I want Rogue."

Her eyes wide open and filled with tears, she brought a hand to her mouth, trying to contain the sobs. He neared her and softly caressed her soaked cheek. "I'm sorry, chérie. Remy knows he's not best at expressing his feelings. Ces sentiments... These feelings... They're so strong they're scary. Most of all I want to protect you. It appears that either you don't need me, or I hurt you. Désolé, chérie."

"I need you, Remy. I really do. It's scary for me too. I fear you'll hurt me if I let myself trust you. I've known your reputation since the very beginning, I saw what you were capable of, your attitude and your charm. Still I chose to take a chance with you and see where it'll go. Kitty told me, a little while after I took the cure, that I should take any chance I can. That touching is precious and that I shouldn't hide myself behind my fears. None of us can tell if we'll be happy, or able to overcome future ordeals. But I want to take the chance. As much as you want to be with me, I want to be with you."

"Remy never did the steady boyfriend thing before..." he said, and she could hear the hesitation in his voice.

"I did. Once. He and I... We weren't meant to be." she looked at him with a twinkle in her eye. "You had much more dates than I had, though..."

He smirked. "All the ladies want this Cajun..."

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Swamp Rat. We all know you're the ladies man. Whatever."

He cupped her face in his hands and tilted her head so their eyes locked. "I want you. No one else. As long as you're willing to have me, I won't be looking at anyone else."

"Me neither," she whispered. His genuine smiled widened. He leaned toward Rogue, ever so slowly, giving her the time to lower her shields or push him away. His lips softly grazed against her and he breathed her in. Her scent, her heat, her curvaceous body pressed against his, it was intoxicating. His mouth ravished hers and he relished in the sensations. His hand found the small of her back and he pressed every inch of her against him. She let him lead the kiss as he needed to.

It was bliss... until Rogue's phone interrupted her. They broke the kiss with disgruntled groans. She checked the caller ID to see her aunt was trying to contact her already. She answered. "Hello, Emma."

"Hello, Anna. I was wondering if you'd want to have a cup of coffee with me. I could come and pick you up whenever you want."

"Hmm, yeah, it sounds good. I'd love to."

"Fine. I'll be there in... half an hour? We could also have lunch. It's a nice sunny Sunday, after all."

"Okay, I'll be ready."

"Great!"

She put her phone back in her jeans' pocket. She looked at Remy with a smile. "I'm going to have lunch with my aunt. Are... Are thing okay between us now?"

Remy pulled her in a hug and whispered in her hair. "Things are alright, chérie. Are you sure it's careful to have lunch alone with her? Even Mystique warned you against her..."

She shook her head. "She's family. I think Emma doesn't want me any harm. Maybe someone else from the club..."

"Be careful, okay? If you think anything is amiss, I want you to come back immediately. Even if you have to fly the whole way back. I can follow you..."

"She's a telepath. Sage could tell you followed us."

"Chérie, I'm a trained thief. I wanted Sage to know I was following you. Trust me?"

She nodded. "Okay. Follow us then. But don't ruin my time with my aunt. She's the only one I have... She's my last link with my mom."

He agreed and she walked back to her room. She changed into tight fitting jeans and a green blouse, with a greenish cardigan. She applied little make up, enhancing her eyes, cheekbones and lips. Once happy with the result, she pulled on her knee-length high heeled boots. She left her room and literally floated toward the foyer. She reached it as the doorbell rang. She opened the door and discovered Emma, clad in white clothes far more modest than the ones she had worn the night before. She smiled and hugged her niece. "Good morning, sunshine," Emma beamed.

"Good morning, Emma."

"Ready to have some fun?"

Rogue eagerly nodded and the ladies left the Mansion, followed by a stealthy shadow.
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