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The Rogue and Gambit Experiment	By : celticmanou Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5356 -:- 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 sat opposite to Emma at the background terrace of a nice restaurant. Rogue took in her surroundings. The place was clearly designed with a Babylon Gardens theme. The place reeked of luxury and money. "Beautifully decadent, isn't it?" asked Emma, interrupting Rogue's train of thoughts. Rogue turned her green eyes toward her aunt's blue orbs.

"It is. I seldom eat at such fancy places," she replied. She tugged at her gloves' fingers, pondering whether to remove those. Silence stretched as Emma was studying Rogue. Finally, Rogue dropped her gloves in her purse. She didn't really need those. Even though her control wasn't perfect, odds were that she wouldn't touch any skin. "What do you do for a living, besides your Club membership?"

"I'm the headmistress of the Massachusetts Institute, which helps young people with their gifts." Emma replied with a soft smile.

"Gifted... As in mutants?" wondered Anna.

Emma shook her head. "Any gifted youth is welcomed at the MI. Mutants and humans alike."

Anna tried to keep the surprise off her face. It contradicted the information the prof had given her. Mutants and humans together, on the same school grounds... "It sounds great..." she appraised.

"It is. We try to provide them with all the means to explore their full potential in any field. For instance, Dazzler..."

"The singer?"

"Yes. She's both a mutant and a really talented singer. We helped her to find a way to combine both."

Anna nodded, processing the information. A part of her wondered whether it was all speech or the truth. Would she have enrolled in the MI if her aunt had found her instead of Mystique? What would her life be if the woman in front of her had raised her? She shook the questions. There were no answers to that.

The waiter took their orders and departed swiftly. Emma leaned toward Anna. "What do you do for a living, dear Anna?"

"I'm the assistant of Xavier's institute headmistress. I help her with all the paperwork, the recruiting of the students... It's an interesting job."

"I can tell it is. And on your spare time, what are your hobbies?"

"Hmm... I love to read... I like to watch movies and hang out with my friends... I also enjoy fight training. Even when I was cured, I kept on training. It helps me focus. And I don't feel as helpless as I used to when I was a teen."

"You took the cure, then."

Anna nodded. "I did. I had no control over my mutation back then. Which means I couldn't touch anyone. Now I'm getting better at controlling it. It is thanks to Sage, you know. She has become my best friend over the year."

"Anna... About Sage and me..." Emma started.

"Don't worry, she doesn't hold any grudge against you. She showed me what happened and told me you did what you needed to. It's all in the past. I will need time to trust you, as it took me time to trust all the people now close to me."

The waiter interrupted them when he placed the ladies' plates in front of them. As soon as he was going away, Rogue leaned toward Emma. "I don't want to join the Club, and I won't do it ever. It's not against you. I'm already a member of the X-Men. I'm happy with them. They're as much my family as you are." She wanted to say that they were more a family to her than her aunt, but the time was at diplomatic and softening speeches. "Now I'm curious about your school's dynamics between gifted humans and gifted mutants."

Emma smiled, thinking about the children she helped in her school. It was a soft smile. "They are unique. Each of them has something different. Their achievements are so great that I'm proud to call them my students. You need to visit the campus. Then you can see for yourself and compare with Xavier's. Maybe we can give each other ideas to make things better. Some kind of partnership."

"It sounds good, I'm not a decision maker but I'll definitely talk about it to 'Ro. Maybe we can found some kind of league between schools for gifted, like the Colleges' Ivy League... It would be great for the future of humankind and mutantkind alike."

Both ladies smiled at each other. One was a Southern, fiery lady while the other was a Northern, ice cold lady. Emma raised her glass and looked at the clear liquid in it. She was drinking white wine. "I look forward to working with you on this project, my niece."

"As I am, my aunt," answered the young woman. They finished their meal in a companionable silence.

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A little while later, Emma pulled up near the Institute. Anna turned toward her aunt. "Thank you, Emma. I had a great time with you."

"You're welcome, it was my pleasure. Call me when you want to see me, we'll see if we can fit something in our agendas. We could go shopping, next time."

Rogue nodded, got out of the car and looked as Emma drove away. A faint smoke smell hit her nose. "I know you're there, Dad," she said with a smirk. Logan appeared from behind a pillar.

"How did it go, kid?" he asked, trying to appear nonchalant about it.

"It was nice. She seems to be content with the current situation. You know, me with the X-Men and her with the Club. Actually, we thought about creating some kind of league, like the Ivy League, linking both Institutes for the Gifted in some kind of partnership. Of course, Ororo is the one taking decisions, and there are pros and cons... But I think both schools would gain from it. Not mentioning it would be easier to keep an eye on them if we're collaborating on some project."

"I see," he grunted. "As long as you have control of the situation, it's good for me."

"I'll talk about it with Ororo on Monday. See what she thinks."

"Good." Logan said as he watched the Cajun pull up on the driveway with a smirk. "And here comes your beau."

"LeBeau, Logan. Remy LeBeau," said the Cajun with a grin as he sauntered toward the father and daughter. His arm snaked around Rogue's waist, his hand resting on her hip. "Missed me, chere?"

"Don't get cocky, Cajun. I took you back, but a lady can change her mind..." Rogue replied, playfully punching him.

Wolverine kept a straight face. Inwardly he was glad the two had talked through their issues and gotten back together. Looks like the Cajun had a spine, finally. Either man would never mention the talk Logan gave but both knew the current situation was partly thanks to the older man. His hand on Rogue's waist, Remy led her inside. He grinned his devilish smirk. "Now this poor Remy is starving, chérie... Watching you eat from a distance and all..."

She noticed where he led her, the kitchen. "Why, Remy? Didn't you accompany us to the restaurant? Couldn't you eat then?"

He smirked mischievously. "Well, Chérie, a good protector never compromises his chances to jump into the action any time. By the way," he added seriously. "I wasn't the only one tailing you."

They sat at the kitchen table, Remy forking into leftovers to satiate his hunger. Rogue waited a minute, expecting him to give more details. When he didn't, she impatiently leaned toward him. "What do you mean, not the only one tailing us?"

He swallowed his bite. "Someone else was following Miss Frost. I couldn't get a good visual, but I think the Club is monitoring both of you. Mystique might be right. They do want you."

Rogue's jaws locked. She didn't like the news. "She seemed clueless about the follower."

"Remy don't know, chérie. You didn't seem aware that I was tailing you, even though I told you I would."

"Good point."

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Emma Frost stopped the car abruptly when she spotted the blue-skinned person standing on her way. She reached out with her telepathy and tried to read the woman's intentions. She reached a natural wall. She would read her but with time and perseverance. Emma reached the handle and let herself out of the confines of the car. "Good afternoon, Miss Frost," said Mystique as both women got closer. "Nice to meet you. I am Mystique. Rogue's foster mother."

"Nice to meet you too. May I know what you are standing in the middle of the street for?"

"To stop you, of course." When Mystique demeanor was pleasant, her eyes were hard cold and predatory. Emma tensed and prepared herself to turn into diamond at the first sign of aggression. She also dislike the double meaning of the simple sentence. To stop her temporarily or definitely?

"Here I am... What do you want."

"I want the Club to leave my daughter alone. She has no interest to join it."

"You're misinformed. I have no intention to have her join the Hellfire Club. I've discussed it with my associates already."

"I didn't raise Rogue alone, you know. Irene is a precog. She sees possible futures. The most likely, now, is that Sebastian will ignore your opinion and get Mastermind to lure her and enroll her. The Club needs you more than you need them now. If you broke your ties with them, Rogue could be free. If you really care about your niece's well-being, you'll answer when I call in twenty-four hours."

"You don't have my number," Emma said. She was processing the information and needed time to make sure it was true.

"I don't have yours. But I do have this one," she added, throwing a disposable phone in Emma's hands. "Twenty-four hours. Make your mind."

With that, Mystique shifted into her namesake, a raven, and flew off.

Emma got back in her car, dropped the phone in her purse and drove off.

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Rogue was heading for the Danger Room. Lacking a sparring partner, she decided to fight a simulation she created as a therapy after the events in BellaDonna's lair. "Danger, start simulation Rogue Six. Code 5632."

The robot but feminine voice of the room confirmed that the simulation was activated and the walls melted to build again as BellaDonna's private jail. The woman - or an artfully recreated form of her - was facing Rogue. BellaDonna had a smirk on her face, but no men as backup. no devices to nullify her powers. Even though the Assassin leader had seemed to regret her decisions, Rogue couldn't forgive nor forget what had been done to her. She could cope, she could live with it, but the stain on her soul would never fully disappear.

Rogue crouched in a fighting stance. The purpose of the simulation was to defeat BellaDonna, and her trauma, without resorting to mutant powers. She focused a short moment to push back all mutant powers, including her own, to the point they were inactive. The simulated Assassin took a sharp knife from its sheath and faced Rogue in an aggressive pose.

Rogue's jaws locked and she crouched, bracing herself for BellaDonna's first move.

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Emma headed toward the Hellfire Club. She has always known Sebastian's ambition and need to control the world were endless, limitless. She had never thought he would dismiss her advice like a piece of meaningless crap though. He has valued her opinion even before she made her way to the White Queen's throne. He had always trusted her and known how much she valued her place among the Club. If he truly intended to abduct her niece and force her to join the Club against her wishes... Let's just say that Hell hath no wrath...

She stopped in her apartment, removing any superfluous piece of clothing. She had dressed modestly to meet with Anna. More used to the Club's dress-code, she felt overdressed when she put other types of clothing on. Dismissing those petty thoughts, she knocked on Sebastian's door. He opened the door and let her in. "Emma! What a pleasant sight! How was your lunch?"

"Sebastian, why do you ask a question when you already know the answer?" Emma asked with a polite smile.

Sebastian chuckled. "I guess you've noticed the pawn following you then."

"I have. Don't bother punishing him though. He did a good job hiding himself and his own thoughts. I barely picked up on him and I'm a powerful telepath."

Emma could see power lust plain on Sebastian Shaw's face. The man had an unbreakable poker face, but one could still pick up signs here and there. She caught one of his floating thoughts, one that confirmed that Mystique was right. She snapped into action as soon as her suspicions confirmed.

With a powerful psi-bolt, she wiped Sebastian's knowledge on Rogue and Emma. She also forced his mind to accept her departure from the Club. She made sure he had no desire to pursue his conquest of power with Rogue or herself. She also placed blocks preventing him from going after them. Safety locks ensured no other telepath could undo what she just did.

He had loved how powerful she was and had be sure he could control her. He should have known better than threaten her beloved sister's daughter. If anything was important to her, it was the only part of her family that had loved her. Behind Wolverine's wit, Emma sensed in Rogue Kayla's dedication and kind spirit. She has her mother's will to make mutants' future better. If Emma hadn't let her guard down and be captured by Creed, Kayla would be still alive. Rogue wouldn't be born though. For the first time, Emma felt that destiny existed. Unfair as they were, some things were meant to be.

Her suitcase filled with all the things she didn't want to leave behind in the Club safely stored in her car's trunk, she started and left the Hellfire Club to never get back there.

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-Undisclosed location-

Destiny gasped, taking her lover's hand. Slowly, a smile crept on her face. She turned her blind eyes toward Raven. "Emma did it. She single-handedly saved our girl."

In a spontaneous surge of emotion, Raven hugged Irene. It was what they had hoped for. Mystique took her phone and dialed a number. "Frost," answered the cold voice on the other side.

"Congratulations, miss Frost. You made a bold move, but the right move for a girl both of us hold dear."

"You manipulated me so I would have the reaction you wanted me to have, didn't you?"

"Why, miss Frost. Said like this, it sounds like a bad thing."

"If it indeed saved Rogue, I'm content. Do not ever cross my path again."

"You might want to inform the X-Men Rogue is safe from this threat now. I did warn them against the Hellfire Club. Have a nice day, Emma."

Raven hung up with a satisfied smile. Her task was done. Rogue might never understand it, but Irene and her were trying to increase the odds of Mutantkind's survival. Rogue would realize someday that she could be more powerful than any Omega level mutant, if she could absorb them and use their powers. Too bad Phoenix was out of her reach.

Keeping Rogue away from the Club was for the best. Shaw was toxic for the future Irene had seen. Now all was for the best... At least for a while. She turned her gaze towards Irene's journals. So many events to prevent, so many events to provoke. Heroes and do-gooders would never understand the cost of leading this life. They would never see the bigger picture like Irene and her saw it. They would never even start to get how convinced Raven was of Rogue's survival from the Statue incident. All of that was lost on them. Emma saw a piece of it and decided to cut all ties with them.

"Why so gloom, my dear?" asked Irene in her faint voice broken by years.

"I was thinking about self-sacrifice and loneliness..." whispered the blue-skinned woman.

"It was so lonely before I met you. I thought I'd never see the day my journals would find a reader. I'm so very thankful of your existence. You are my sun in a world of darkness."

Mystique smiled at her lover. "Thank you," she whispered, cuddling against Irene's side.

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Rogue put her phone down. Emma had called and announced her the Hellfire Club threat was gone for good. She was at lost, speechless. She didn't even know Emma was aware of the issue and there she called, claiming her problem was solved.

What she had suffered was behind her. She had connected with Remy and they seemed to be on the right track to become a couple despite the ordeals and their differences. She had reunited with her blood-related family. Raven and Irene had shown real concern warning her about an impending threat. She finally - finally! - had achieved control over her powers. She didn't dare to hope too eagerly but it seemed to her that her life could only get better and better.

Tasting true happiness for the first time in the longest time, she let her body fall backwards and land on the bed in complete abandon. She sighed when she heard a knock on her door. Not waiting for a response, Remy let himself in and, seeing how she was relaxing, dropped on the bed beside her. On his side, he looked at her hungrily. She looked good enough to eat, an absent smile on her lips, her whole body lithe and supple, her eyes dreamily half-closed. His fingers hovered over her face so she could turn her absorption off if it wasn't already. When her smile widened, he traced the fine lines of her face with his agile fingers. That face he had admired so much the last months, that face he had craved to touch with his bare fingers, that face he came to love with everything that made her this exquisite creature, smart, witted and so good she brought out the best of him.

So he caressed this face he loved until he couldn't wait any longer and leaned in to kiss her. It started innocent enough, just the teasing and the tasting of each other's lips. When she felt she couldn't take the teasing any longer, she pulled him closer and ravished his mouth with hers. Her lips, her tongue, even her teeth devoured him until both were breathless. The passion they had tried to extinguish between them since the New Orleans events sparked again with a new life. She pushed Remy back on the mattress and pressed her body against his as she worked on his neck and collarbones. His shirt was undone and discarded in seconds. He let her be in control of everything. The pace, the amount of skin exposed... He didn't want to push any of her boundaries if she wasn't ready to.

She growled frustratingly and took his much too hesitant hands and pressed them on her breasts. He groaned, his hips thrusting up at the sensation of her mounts in his hands. He pulled her blouse off and, pushing the fabric of her bra aside, took the peaking left nipple in his mouth. Rogue arched her body, giving in to the sensation. A throaty moan escaped her lips. Remy undid her bra and laid her down on the bed, working on both alternatively with his mouth and hands. She soon writhed against him, needing more, more of him, more of everything.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and she pulled him closer to her center. He looked intently at her face, holding her close, chests touching, as he grinded his hips against hers. She bit her lip and moaned, ready. He read into her as an open book. She wanted all of this as much as he did. The last of the clothes was discarded in a blur of movements and soon he was almost there, the head of his cock pressing against her hot and moist entrance. Looking into each other's eyes, he slowly pressed into her so she could adjust to him.

He reached as far as he could inside her and she fit him like a glove, especially designed for him. His lips grazing hers, he whispered, "I love you." Words evaded her when he started his dance inside her. She moved with him, both on the same rhythm, the same tempo. The pace increased and increased until they reached their release. With a cry of pleasure, Rogue held onto Remy as her body shook from the explosion of the orgasm. Remy, with a throaty groan, climaxed and collapsed on her. Both spent, he covered them with the bedsheets. Rogue was still slightly trembling. The pleasure had been so intense, so complete her body didn't seem to recover.

"I love you," Rogue huskily said once she regained control on her voice.

"I love you too," he replied contentedly. Both felt exhaustion take over. Neither cared it was broad daylight, neither care if anyone came looking for them. Her cheek pressed on Remy's chest, Rogue let herself drift toward sleep. Life was perfect.
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