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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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Song for the chapter: Three Doors Down, Let Me Go.

“You love me but you don't know who I am

I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand

You love me but you don't know who I am

So let me go, let me go...”

Chapter 7

Rogue woke up in the dead of the night. She had had a nightmare. It was already fading away. She noticed she was sitting up, naked and in an unknown bed. She frowned.

Remy's sleepy voice reached her just before his hands. “Something bothering you, chere?”

The night's events came back to her. They made love. Then they fell asleep. She felt good. “Nothing, just a dream,” she said, lying down again. His arms pulled her closer to him.

He cursed when his mobile phone rang. He ignored it and soon it silenced. After a few seconds of silence, it started to ring again. He growled and picked up. “Remy,” he said.

His eyes opened wide and he sat up when he heard who was on the line.

“Comment, Belle? How did ya get this numero?” he asked, obviously appalled. Rogue kept silent, frowning. Who could he call Belle?

“Merde, Remy don't give a damn, Belle. We're over. Toi et moi is not anymore. Remy told ya when he left New Orleans.”

He listened a little. “The guilds? Why would I care about the guilds? They're not my affaire anymore.” A new silence. “Don't send your assassins. If they come, they'll bring Remy back to New Orleans in a cercueil.” A short silence. “Yes! A coffin! Whatever, femme!” He hung up. He threw his phone on the nightstand and covered his face with his hands.

Rogue sat up and pressed her chest to his back, her hands flat on his abs. He groaned, broke her embrace and went to stand in front of the window. His blazing red eyes bore into the night. Rogue held the sheet to her chest, not knowing what to do. “Remy,” she started, her voice sweet.

“Remy gonna leave the Mansion, Rogue,” he said before she could continue. Shocked, she sucked in a breath. “I will come back for you but none of you is safe when Belle decides her assassins come to get this Cajun.”

“I...” she wanted to say that she understood but she didn't.

He knelt by the bed and looked at her intently. “Belladonna... Her name is poison. She is the leader of the Assassin Guild, back in New Orleans. Remy was supposed to become the leader of the Thief Guild. I refused. Both guilds are dangerous, Chere. Remy needs to take care of this problem but he'll be back for you. Promise.”

“Let me come with you,” she whispered. She couldn't stand to see him leave. Not now. Not as he was so obviously distressed.

He opened his mouth, closed it, shook his head and opened it again. “Trop dangereux. Too dangerous.”

She lightly touched his cheeks with her hands. “I'm the one with the lethal skin and the inhumane strength, remember?”

He kissed her with passion. God he... loved this woman. He knew it was more than attraction before but now he knew it. His heart was hers. “Remy need to deal with it alone, chere. Sorry but you can't come.”

He was running out of time. If Belle had his phone number... she probably had his address... Merde, she probably had someone outside with his eyes on them.

Rogue stood up, in all her naked glory. She was angry at him, and at herself. “So this meant nothing to you?”

He shook his head, holding her shoulders. “Au contraire. This means too much, Cherie.”

She wasn't listening. She got dressed and left the room, storming out. She ran to her bedroom and threw herself on the bed. Tears were flowing on her cheeks. People had warned her. Gambit was a flirt. Gambit fucked and dumped. Even knowing that, she couldn't help but feel something for him.

She knew she would wait for him. Because he said so, he said he was coming back for her. She tried to feel comfort at the thought but failed.

She got in her pajamas and fell asleep, exhausted.

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No one commented on Gambit's sudden disappearance and Rogue's mood swings.

Sage was worried and never left her friend alone, fearing what she would do. Rogue wanted to go to New Orleans and give the poisonous BellaDonna a taste of her medicine. She was lethal? Rogue was lethal too. If she dared do anything to Gambit...

Sage read in Rogue's turmoil as some read an open book. She knew, for instance, that the girl had broken into Gambit's bedroom and had stolen one of his tshirt to sleep with it every night. The girl could manage to cheer up during the end of year celebrations. Thanksgiving and Christmas were happier occurrences now she had her father close to her.

Wolverine was worried about her but didn't bother her with endless questions. He had other matters on his mind. Like the fact that his friendship with Ororo had become a friendship... with benefits. The students talked about it but it was merely gossip as there were no proof.

Rogue had relaxed with her father. They came to the conclusion that there was no need to change their lives, nor the easy relationship they had after discovering their blood bond.

Only one thing had changed. The sudden interest all the young males now showed Rogue. Word was out that she was touchable and all the guys wanted to be the ones to spend the night with her. She had become a novelty and, as if she were a shiny new toy, they all wanted to play with her. Only one was genuine in his attentions but he remained as unnoticed as the other guys. Sage tried to hint Rogue - Gambit didn't celibate when Rogue wasn't available, so why should Rogue stay alone - but the girl remained indifferent.

One day, the man decided to take the matter into his own hands...

It was early January. Remy had been gone a whole month. Rogue was in the foyer, gazing out through the window. Angel, also known as Warren, got closer to the girl deep in her melancholy.

"Hi," he said, a bit nervous.

Rogue's gaze turned toward him. "Hi," she answered.

Angel sat next to her. "I wanted... Would you like to go to the restaurant with me?"

Surprised, she nodded. "Hum... Okay... Thanks."

"Great! I'll pick you up at six."

Slightly amazed, she watched the blond man retreat. Well, she was going to the restaurant.

Later, a delivery arrived for her. She signed and took the box. Once seated on her spot in the foyer, she opened it. Inside was a beautiful green gown. With it was a card simply stating: "Wear this tonight."

Sage, excited, insisted upon surveying Rogue's dressing. She helped the girl with her hair and her makeup. At six, a soft knock on her door told her that her date had arrived. She stopped breathing when she took in Warren in his tuxedo. His wings were subtly hidden and he looked downright gorgeous. He gave her a crooked smile.

"You look gorgeous, Rogue."

She thanked him and they were gone. On the way to the restaurant, he attempted chitchat. "I know we could both fly anywhere we want but I love driving, don't you?"

She looked outside. "Flying is great too. Feels like I'm one with the universe."

She knew Sage would scold her for being so apathetic but she couldn't shake it. Now she knew what a night in Remy's arms felt like, she had a hard time adjusting to other people. She managed to be pleasant to her friend and they spent a nice time together. She even waltzed with Warren. He had taken her to a very "haute société" restaurant that had a ballroom. It felt good to be held close by a man. She started to warm up to Warren.

On their way to the car, her mobile phone rang. The caller ID read "Dis Cajun". When... How... Why did Remy add his number in her phone directory? She feverishly put the phone to her ear. "Remy?" she asked. She got no answer but faint whimpers and pained moans. Suddenly the line died. "Remy," she said again, helplessly looking at her phone. She didn't see Warren's grimace.

He drove her back to the Mansion. Thanks to the call she got, Rogue was distracted and cold again. He kissed her goodnight - on the cheek - and left her alone. She quickly dressed into her grey pajamas pants and Remy's tshirt.

She set the phone on her nightstand and closed her eyes. Being social was exhausting in her current depressed state. She fell asleep as her head hit the pillow. She didn't notice the intruder. She didn't feel it when he trapped her wrist with a very special bracelet. She almost didn't feel the needle. Her eyes closed as soon as they had opened. She was stunned by the drug injected in her system.

She felt the nausea and the headache before she regained full consciousness. Her whole body ached and was held in an unnatural position. She opened her eyes. She felt weak, she remembered the sensation, she had it when her powers...

Her eyes opened completely. She had it when her powers were cured. She took in her surroundings. She was chained, her arms kept apart and up and her legs tied to the ground. She tried unsuccessfully to shift to ease the tension in her sore limbs. She could barely sit. The position was keeping her lying down and the freedom of movement was really limited.

This is when she saw him. Remy. He was tied, much like her except that his hands were encased in some sort of metal boxes. He was staring at her and he looked painfully desperate. They were alone, in some kind of basement; actually, Rogue thought, this was a jail. She looked down at herself and blushed. She was still wearing Remy's shirt, which read Cajun Spice on the front, and her grey pajamas' pants.

She pulled on the restraints, trying to call upon her inhumane strength but nothing happened. "Keep your strength, chere. You're gonna need it."

"Remy... Where are we?"

"New Orleans, mon coeur. In BellaDonna's private jail."

She shook her head as she tried to clear her thoughts. She had gone on a date with Warren. She had received a strange call from Remy. She had gone to sleep... She remembered the needle breaking her skin.

"They kidnapped me! Why did they do that?"

Remy's face twisted in a grimace. "It's Remy's fault, chere. I escaped and tried to call help... I tried to call you... They caught me. One of their Assassins was waiting near the Mansion to abduct the one I'd contact. Belle's gonna try and use you against Remy."

Rogue could see his eyes glistening with unshed tears. She detailed his body. His clothes were in tatters. She could see blood and marks everywhere her eyes laid. Only his face was fairly undamaged.

She whispered, "Why does she hates you so much?"

Gambit shook his head. "You don't wanna know."

"I want to know why I'm here, Cajun."

"Fine! She's Remy's ex wife."

Rogue gasped. she hadn't expected this.

They started when the door of the cell opened. Here comes the bitter ex-wife, thought Rogue. Let the game begin.
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