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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 had barely slept. She was rubbing her eyes when she entered the kitchen. She froze when the smell of Remy's cologne hit her nose. She lowered her hand and started when she saw the Cajun's face inches from hers.

"Gambit! You startled me!"

He leaned in closer. "Rogue..." he said, his voice low and seductive, almost a purr.

She felt her insides tighten. When he said her name that way she felt... she felt that he desired her. It took all her willpower to not jump him.

He embraced her and laid his face on her hair, careful to avoid bare skin contact. He pulled her to him and pressed her against his muscled, hard body. He breathed her in and tightened his grip on her. She wondered what caused his sudden need for contact with her. She closed her eyes, relishing in the sensation. It felt so comforting to be held by the one she wanted. Her hands got around his sides and embraced him. She held him as close as he was holding her.

“Rogue,” he murmured, a purr to her ear. “I need to know... Do you feel the same attraction this Cajun feels for you?”

She closed her eyes. What could she say? They were bound to suffer if she said yes. She couldn't lie to him. Instead, she looked up at him and let him look into her passionate eyes. She was aching to kiss him but she couldn't. As long as her powers were uncontrollable, she could kill him. She broke their embrace and went to stand by the sink, looking away.

“I'll never ask you to wait for me, to wait for something you might never have... But I... I feel the attraction, yes. I think about the kiss we shared. I think about what I miss all the time. I'm no good anymore, Remy. One touch from me could kill you, my poisonous skin killed already. This is why I think it's better to stop our games. Stop the teasing, stop the attraction thing. It does nothing but hurt.”

“So that's your answer, Rogue.”

“Yes, that's my answer. Please stop the games.”

He gathered his cards and, without any more word, left the kitchen. He didn't see tears flow on her cheeks as her heart broke a little. It was for the best, she told herself. He deserved to move on with his life as she couldn't offer anything to him. She didn't know why he noticed her to begin with. She was plain. She wasn't cute like Kitty, she wasn't smart like Jean, she wasn't... she just wasn't the girl that guys wanted. Once alone in the room, she sat. She noticed he had left two cards. The Ace of Spades and the Queen of Hearts. She kissed the Ace, held both cards to her heart and cried all her sorrow.

Sage and Leech stopped in the kitchen doorway. The boy followed her everywhere. He was fascinated by the telepath who cured people from his power. Even though he was younger than her, he felt attracted like a moth to the flame. She was 21, she was confident and carried herself like a queen. He was 13 and he worshiped her as if she were one. Truth to be told, she liked the boy as a little brother.

“Leech, I need to talk to my friend, would you leave us alone?” she sweetly asked.

The boy nodded and left. He knew Sage wanted to be able to use her ability to scan Rogue's mind. He admired the girls' friendship. They had gone through a lot together, odds were against their friendship and still they were as close as two girls could be. It was a nice, warm October Saturday morning. He decided to go have a walk in the Mansion's park.

Sage turned concerned eyes toward Rogue. She hadn't seen the girl the day before and had no idea what she was crying for.

She sat next to Rogue and stroke her shoulders to comfort her. “What's going on, Roguey?”

Rogue had a sad smile when Sage used the name she started to give her when they arrived at the Mansion. She leaned into her friend's genuine touch, moved by her concern. “So much happen'd since yest'day... Ah dunno who ah'm anymore...” she answered, her Southern drawl taking over. “Ah dunno how to deal with it...”

“Deal with what, sweetie?”

“Ah'm... Ah'm fallin' for the Cajun. Ah can't because we can't touch. Ah have all those feelin's and Ah can't do anythin' about it!”

“You will! You're so close to master your powers, Roguey! We're so close to succeed!”

“That's not all. Ah've discovered som'thin'. Wolverine and Beast... They looked into my blood. Ah'm Wolverine's daughter.”

“This is great news!” Sage was thrilled. This was definitely good news. Her friend had a father alive! This was unexpected and delightful.

“Is it? They looked into this behind my back, they didn't ask if Ah wanted to know who my parents were. They were like, Bang, Rogue, Ah'm yar father. I ain't Luke Skywalker. Ya don't break the news like that!” After her outburst, she calmed down. “And now Gambit wants to know if Ah'm attracted to him. Of course Ah'm attracted to him! Couldn't he tell when we kissed before Ah left?”

Sage shook her head. “That man can't choose his timing. Rogue...” she pulled her friend closer. “You will not believe what I'm about to tell you. It is a good thing that you know who your parents are. I don't know my parents either. The man I held as my father figure... he sent me away to spy on renegade mutants... Now the man you hold as your father figure... he is your father. I'm sure deep down you felt it already. How beautiful is that?”

“Ah... Ah dunno, Sage. You never told me you were a spy...”

“I was. But the man died and I was left alone, with nowhere to come back to. I was captured and used, Rogue. Raven freed me. That woman... she's deep into most of the secrets, including government's secrets. She knew about my power. She used me too. You're the first genuine person I've met, my first and only true friend. I want your happiness. This is why you'll master your abilities and hook up with a sexy Cajun.”

Rogue let Sage's resolve touch her. The girl had suffered so much, Rogue could relate to her. Regarding her father... Wolverine wasn't a bad person. He had always come back to her, even when they were mere acquaintance. He had saved her, countless times. She felt safe and secure when he held her close and called her kiddo. Sage was right, she had known he was her father long before they discovered their actual bond.

Gambit, on the other hand... She couldn't do anything as long as she couldn't hold her powers in check. Her draining skin wasn't her worst concern anymore. With her bare hands, she could destroy metal. She had been careful, earlier, not to crunch him in her embrace and to match his strength with hers. Her last tears dried. Sage was right on most accounts. She would master her powers. She would show him who she was and what she was capable of. Not only for the Cajun, but for herself.

Sage, feeling Rogue's thoughts, nodded approvingly. Rogue took her aback when she asked the next question. “Who was your father figure?”

Sage shook her head. “This is not an answer I'm willing to give. I'm sorry, Roguey, but this isn't something I feel I can share.”

Rogue pouted. “But you read in my mind!”

“I'm sorry, Rogue, it's a no.”

“You know I could read it into your mind, if I were to absorb you.”

“I know it. I also know you wouldn't use your powers against me.”

“You're right. I still find it unfair that you pick my thoughts off my mind but won't share things about yourself.”

Rogue decided that it didn't matter. She felt the topic was a sensitive one for the girl and was willing to drop it... temporarily. She looked down at the play cards she was still holding. “My mother is dead,” she added with a sweeter voice. “Logan and her were married. She died freeing mutants, like Scott. That's when Logan lost his memories...”

“What was your birth name?”

“Ah... I don't know. I didn't ask. I ran away before I could cry in front of Beast and Wolverine.”

“Let's find out...” Sage said.

They got up and went to Beast's office. He was working on some kind of project when they got in. He smiled at the girls. “Rogue, Sage,” he greeted them. “What a pleasure to see you here.”

“Good morning, Hank,” said Sage.

“Hank... I would like to apologize for yesterday... I wasn't myself. I'm sorry I was so rude when you put so much effort for me.”

“Don't worry, child. I didn't exactly agree with Logan about the secrecy. I didn't tell you because it wasn't my place. What can I do for you today?”

“I... would like to know what my birth name was... Mystique named me Marie Darkholme but with the recent events... I guess it's not my real name.”

Beast nodded, understanding. He gave her a file. “All the information is in there. I already provided Logan with a copy. You left without yours yesterday.”

She sadly smiled at him. She opened the folder, greeted by her mother's picture. “She was beautiful, Rogue,” said Sage. “You look like her more than you look like Logan.”

Rogue giggled. She lifted the picture to read the first page.

Kayla Silverfox.

Family:

Stepsister: Emma Frost

Husband: John Logan

Ability: hypnotizing skin

Offspring:

Daughter: Anna Marie Silverfox Logan. To Be Monitored! Caution! Probably powerful!

The file went on about Kayla, John and Anna. She found all the information Beast had given her the day before. She looked again at the picture and caressed the old photograph. Mother, she thought. You died so mutants would be free. Thank you...

A single tear rolled on her cheek. Her mother was a brave, strong, powerful woman. She'd try to live up to her memory. Farewell, Mystique and her twisted upbringing. She now had a role-model. Someone who risked everything for her, for her father and for her... aunt?

“Don't cry, Rogue...” said Beast, awkward when faced with women's tears.

“I'm fine, Hank. Thank you. This is... Thank you.”

She rushed to him and hugged him. He was one of the safest person to hug. His fur had the same coating ability than regular hair. Only skin on skin contact was dangerous and... well... when it came to the Beast, not much bare skin was available for the touch.

Outside the Beast's office, Rogue sent Sage away. She needed to talk with Logan, and she needed to do it as soon as possible.

As she walked toward the garage – Wolverine's favorite hideout – she met Gambit. She straightened her shoulders and breathed slowly. She wouldn't let him know how much their previous conversation had affected her... still affected her. She couldn't help but long for his touch, for his kisses. She felt her breathing hitching and her palms moistening. She had never felt that attracted to Bobby, even when she thought she loved him.

He tried to keep a straight face when he saw the person who occupied most of his thoughts. She has rejected you! His mind screamed to him. She doesn't want you! She asked you to leave her alone!

Still, temptation was too much. He had to talk to her. “Going somewhere, chere?”

“I'm going to see Logan... You saw him?” she asked.

There, he thought. She wants Logan. Looks like his plan didn't work.

“Short, clawed and hairy is in the garage, chere. I'm sure he's waiting for you.”

Rogue couldn't help but notice the sarcasm in his voice. She knew she hurt him earlier, but why did she deserve his hostility? She was as hurt as him by the situation.

She decided to ignore the sarcasm and to smile politely. “Thanks, Remy.” she said before going away.

Remy looked at her retreating form and noticed two things. First, she had a file in her hands. Second... she had his cards in her back pocket. Was it possible that she really cared about this Cajun? Could it be?

By the time she reached the garage, she was nervously clenching the file between her hands. She had to remind herself that she had a inhumane strength and could rip it into pieces. In the doorway, her step faltered. What could she call him? Wolverine? Logan? Dad? No, Dad didn't feel right. Not yet.

She cleared her throat. “Hm... Logan?”

He stood up. He had been working on his bike and was covered with black patches. “Yes, Marie?”

“I... huh... I wanted to apologize... t'you. I'm sorry I ran away...”

“I understand, kiddo. It was hard on me too. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you... I'm sorry I didn't raise you. If I had known...”

She flung herself into his arms. She started to cry. He cradled her, speechless.

“I'm glad you found me... I'm glad I met you and I'm glad you brought me here. I'm glad you came back even when Stryker lured you away...”

“Stryker is the one who broke our family. He's the one who led the research on mutants, he's the one who took you from your mother and I. I saw her a little after she died, you know. She was lying there, on the ground, alone. I closed her eyes. Gambit... Gambit asked me if I knew her and I told him no. I still don't remember her. I'm so sorry we couldn't live together...”

A certain thief with red and black eyes smirked, hidden in the shadows. They were father and daughter then. No one was in his way.

“Gambit? But that happened twenty years ago! How could he...? He was very young then...”

“He already looked pretty much as old as he looks now. I think the Cajun don't age as fast as 'normal' people do. But then, neither do I. The only noticeable difference is his eyes.”

“His eyes?”

“They were only reddening when he was using his powers, back then. Now they're red and black. Probably another side effect to his mutation.”

Rogue whispered, “I like his eyes...”

“Oh, Rogue... You're smitten, aren't you?”

She blushed furiously. “Don't act all fatherly, now. If I'm interested in him, it's my business.”

“Sorry... I guess I can't help it. The lad has quite the reputation when it comes to ladies. I don't want you to burn yourself to his flame.”

“Anyway, if he touches me, he'll be the one in trouble. Seein' as I can't touch anyone without risking that person's death.”

“You'll master it. You'll find a way.”

She knew he was trying to comfort her. Sure, they had talked together and they had had their first father/daughter real discussion. She took a step back to leave. She didn't see the thief hiding in shadows who was looking longingly at her. His heart beat faster as she walked away from Logan, taking the Ace of Spades from her pocket and holding it to her chest. She kissed it and his heart missed a beat.

She wasn't listening to her father. She wanted him. And he wanted her.
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