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The Right Kind Of Wrong	By : Amarin Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 7399 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Right Kind Of Wrong
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Lyrics are from 'The Right Kind of Wrong' by LeAnn Rimes
“You gotta be kiddin’, Stripes,” Logan said. “Gumbo’s been goin’ out with a different woman every week since he got here.”
“No,” Remy stated forcefully, offense clear in his expression. “Remy been goin’ out wi’t Rogue every week since ‘e got ‘ere.”
“Yeah, right,” Scott scoffed. “Everyone knows about your reputation, Gambit; you might as well admit it and save yourself the trouble of lying.”
“He’s not lying,” Rogue said heatedly, moving closer to her boyfriend. “Ah don’t know why ya’ll are so all-fired sure he’s gonna hurt meh; it’s not lahke any of ya have tried to get ta know ‘im or anythin’.”
“Gambit doesn’t really spend a lot of time with the rest of us,” Jean put in delicately. “He’s out and about more than not.”
“What you mean, Jean?” Gambit said, a frown creasing his forehead. “I spend lots ‘a time wit’ de kids ‘round ‘ere. Who you t’ink taught Rahne how ta use a staff, or plays video games with Jamie? Jubilee, Bobby and Amara come talk to meh sometimes when dey ‘ave problems. I tried spendin’ time wit’ the rest ‘a ya when I first got ‘ere. I offered to help Evan wit’ ‘is French ‘omework, and ‘e say no. I offered to ‘elp Scott fix his car, and ‘e say no. I offered to ‘elp you decide what college you wanna go to, but you turn Remy down too. Ain’t almost none of de older students who wanna ‘ang out wit’ meh, and Remy fine wit’ dat, so ‘e quit tryin’.” He wrapped one arm around Rogue and pulled her close.
They were all silent for a moment, digesting Gambit’s words.
“I just don’t understand ‘ow we could ‘ave missed it,” Kurt said. “I mean, none of us noticed until a few months ago zat you two were spending so much time togezzer.”
Rogue shrugged, leaning back farther into Remy’s arms. “Most ‘a ya only see what’s right in front of ya,” she said sadly, no trace of reproach in her voice. “Ya never try and look deeper. The loners ‘round here: meh, Remy, Logan, Tabby…most ‘a ya just look right past us ‘cause we stay in the background. And ya’ll just decide on what we are without tryin’ ta find out who we are.”
“This is all well and good, but what are we going to do about you and Gambit, Rogue?” Scott demanded, though he looked rather shaken at the all the revelations.
Feeling an icy fear grip her heart, Rogue still managed to keep her apprehension hidden as she said, “Whay ya gotta do anythin’? Ah’m almost eighteen, an’ seventeen’s the legal age in New York. It’s not lahke there’s any law against us bein’ tagether.”
***
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can’t fight it anymore.
Oh, I know, I should go;
but I need your touch just too damn much.
Lovin’ you, yeah, isn’t really something I should do.
I shouldn’t wanna spend my time with you.
Well I should try to be strong.
But, baby, you’re the right kind of wrong.
Baby, you’re the right kind of wrong.
Baby, you’re the right kind of wrong.
Yeah, baby, you’re the right kind of wrong.
***
The Professor, who, after his first question, had until then been content to just listen to the ensuing conversations, finally spoke up. “Rogue,” he said gently. “We are all worried that perhaps your…relationship…with Mister LeBeau was not begun under the best of circumstances.”
She gave him a shrewd look and said bluntly, “Ya mean ya were worried that he took advantage of meh and seduced meh, don’t ya, Prof?”
Bowing his head, Xavier confirmed, “Yes, that is what we were worried about. Do you have anything to say about that, Gambit?”
Gambit glared at Xavier, but only said, “Remy don’t need to manipulate people inta likin’ ‘im. If you honestly t’ink I could do somptin’ like dat, den you obviously don’t know me very well.”
“This conversation is getting us nowhere,” Logan growled. “Gumbo’s never gonna admit to doin’ anything wrong, Charles.”
“Well, then, why don’t you just, like, look into his mind?” Kitty piped up.
Raising one eyebrow, Xavier admitted, “I cannot. Not without Gambit’s permission. His biokinetic powers are not the only ones he has; he also has a low-level empathy power, and very strong psychic shields. It would take much time to break through them, and no matter how careful I was, it would damage his mind.”
“So without his consent, you can’t get into his head?” Rogue asked doubtfully. The Prof might just be sayin’ that so we let our guard down, she thought cynically.
“No.”
Gambit looked into Rogue’s eyes for several long moments, before turning to each of the other occupants in the room and looking at each of them for a fraction of time. When his gaze finally landed on the Professor, he said, “Do it, Prof. If de only way to convince ya dat I really do care about mon chere, den I’ll let ya in.”
Rogue’s eyes widened and tears pricked her eyelids. “Remy, I…are you sure?”
Taking her hand, he placed a kiss on the back. “Ah, Marie,” he said, softly so they would not be overheard. “If de price of stayin’ wit’ you be lettin’ Xavier mind-walk t’rough mah thoughts, so be it.” He gave her a roguish smirk and joked, “I’ll try and make sure ‘e don’t see anythin’ X-rated, non?”
She laughed through her tears at his joke, before sniffing and nodding, a wobbly smile on her face. “All right, Rem. Be careful,” she admonished him, kissing his cheek.
Turning back to the group, Gambit faced the Professor and said, “Do it.”
Nodding once in acknowledgement, Xavier placed his hands on his forehead and stepped into Remy LeBeau’s mind.
***
An hour later, the Professor fell back in his chair, exhausted. The students and teachers had long since left the room, save for Logan and Rogue. The former was keeping an eye on the proceedings, and the latter was keeping an eye on her lover.
Yes, lover. Despite Remy’s attempt to keep the Professor from his more ‘intimate’ memories, some had still come through, though to preserve Gambit’s privacy, and his own sense of modesty, he’d focused in on the emotions Gambit had experienced, rather than the actually images of his memories.
Charles Xavier was completely and utterly shaken by what he had found. Gambit truly was in love with Rogue…or, rather, Marie. In her three years at the school, no one had managed to gain Rogue’s trust enough to get her to reveal her real name, yet after only two months of dating, she had told Gambit.
It was a humbling feeling, knowing that he had so misjudged the young man kneeling on the floor in front of him.
“You okay, Rem?” Rogue asked softly, and her voice brought Xavier out of his thoughts.
“Oui, ma belle, jus’ a little worn out,” Gambit said, smiling tiredly. His sharp gaze moved to the professor and he asked, “Well, Prof? What’s de verdict, mon ami?”
Logan straightened up and leaned forward, also waiting for the telepath’s pronouncement.
The Professor sat up straight and, giving the two teenagers an apologetic smile, he said, “Your feelings for Rogue are true, Mr. LeBeau. I am…sorry that I, and the rest of the school thought otherwise.”
Remy shrugged nonchalantly. “Not like I didn’t know ever’body t’ought that already, Prof. I’m used ta it.”
“You shouldn’t have to be,” the telepath said softly. He sighed and continued, “I am sorry to have so misjudged you, Gambit. I fear my worry over Rogue’s safety blinded me to any possible alternatives to my first thought.”
Rogue shrugged uncomfortably. “Ah understand, Professor. But what have ya decided ta do about meh and Remy?” she asked anxiously.
Gambit’s head swiveled towards the professor, a questioning expression on his face. “Yeah, Prof, what’s your decision?”
Xavier smiled slightly and said, “Since Rogue is of a legal age, and your relationship has hindered neither her grades or your work here…I can honestly think of no reason why I should separate the two of you as long as this show of maturity continues.”
Rogue let out her breath in a whoosh air, and, seeming to deflate as the tension left her body, she leaned back into Remy’s arms. Gambit, for his part, just gave a small smile of relief and pulled her close.
Nodding once, the Professor said, “I’ll leave you two alone now, to talk. Logan, why don’t you come with me? We have…much to discuss.” He wheeled himself out of the room.
Logan grunted in recognition and started to follow the Professor out. He paused in the doorway, and, looking Gambit straight in the eyes, growled, “You break her heart, and I’ll break you, Cajun. Understand?”
A lone eyebrow raised in acknowledgment of the threat as Remy said, in a clipped voice, “Oui, mon ami.”
When they were finally alone, Rogue pulled back slightly from Remy’s embrace. “Well,” she said softly.
Gambit nodded. “Oui.”
“Are you…all right, Rem?” Rogue asked fearfully. “Ah know ya don’t like people walking around in yer head.”
“Remy be fine, mon chere,” Gambit assured her. “De Prof good at his job – he not hurt me, jus’ leave me a little tired.”
She smiled tremulously. “Ah’m glad. Don’t know what Ah woulda done if he hurt ya.” She was quiet for a moment, reflecting, before continuing, “It turned out better than Ah evah could’ve hoped, Rem.”
“Yes, mon amour, it did. Remy told you we would ‘ave nothin’ ta worry about as long as we together, no?” he said, smiling at her engagingly.
She chuckled lightly and nodded. “Right, Rem. As long as we’re together.”
And as Remy pulled her into a soft kiss, she knew it was true: no matter how wrong the rest of the world thought Remy was for her, she knew he was right for her. And she for him.
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