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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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BellaDonna was a tall blonde. Rogue could say the lady was born to give orders. She had the spoiled-brat-vibes that Rogue always despised. She couldn't help but glare as the beautiful woman made her way toward Remy and laid a possessive, manicured hand on his shoulder. She leaned in and licked his cheek. He recoiled from her touch.

Her blue eyes stared at Rogue. "So, you're the minx who keeps my husband from me."

Rogue refused to talk to her captor. Remy's panicked eyes locked on hers as BellaDonna got closer. She crouched near Rogue and held her hand out. Rogue remained motionless. Her head snapped to the side when BellaDonna slapped her. She clenched her teeth and remained silent. She glared at the blonde. BellaDonna raised her hand again and Rogue braced herself for the impact.

She winced as the hand hit her cheek. BellaDonna grabbed Rogue's chin, her nails digging in her sensitive skin. Rogue was an X-Man. A few slaps and scratch couldn't move her.

BellaDonna's voice became low and lethal. "It'll be my pleasure to kill that fiery light in your eyes, indeed it'll be very pleasurable. For me."

Rogue heard Remy's breath catch in his throat. "No, Belle! No! Don't! Please!"

"Will you leave her to rule the guilds with me, as my very obedient, submissive husband?"

Rogue's eyes locked with Remy's. "Oui," he said, lowering his head, defeated.

Her smile became triumphant. "Then you won't mind if I have fun with her."

His head snapped up and he fought against the restraints. "Non! Belle, don't do that! Je t'en supplie! Let her go! Just let her go!"

"Let's say she's your reconciliation gift to me, Remy. Don't fight it, it's useless. You'll hurt your beautiful hands. I told you, the only way out is to comply... Or to break your hands."

She walked toward Gambit and laid a controlling hand on his shoulder again. He fought harder. His eyes found Rogue's. She was in shock, unable to react. Gambit's struggle shocked her. What could they do to her that is so horrible?

"Remy?" she muttered.

"And she talks!" exclaimed BellaDonna. She snapped her fingers. "Let's see how she sings for you, mon cher."

Two strong-built, wicked-looking men came into the cell. They bowed in front of their mistress. She pointed Rogue. "Take her. Painfully."

Rogue's eyes widened. BellaDonna didn't... A woman wouldn't... She felt tears start to flow on her cheeks. How she wanted her poisonous skin now... She couldn't summon it back, no matter how hard she tried. She felt a tingle on her wrist and finally saw the device locked on her skin. She had seen it on pictures at the Mansion. A power-negating bracelet. Her panicked eyes found Gambit. His sorry eyes never left hers. BellaDonna held her hands on both sides of his face and murmured in his ear, "Look at her. Never look away. And know this, whatever happens to her, it'll be your fault."

His scream was more animal than human when the first man reached Rogue. She was desperately hitting the bracelet against the wall to break it. If she could summon her strength, her skin... If...

Her train of thoughts stopped when they ripped her shirt open. She tried to cover herself but the chains didn't let her enough space. She trashed and screamed and shook her whole body. She couldn't let them. The first guy held her down as the second one took her pants off. She fought harder but they laughed at her failed attempts. Naked, humiliated she shot a glance at Gambit.

Her eyes were begging him for help. As she screamed louder, he pulled at his restraints harder. His first bone broke when the monster towering over Rogue freed his cock. She was trying to kick him off, shouting series of "No!", of "Remy!", of "Help me!".

He growled when the pain of his broken hand hit him. He didn't let that stop him and struggled harder. He didn't care that his hands broke, he needed to get to Rogue and to make sure she was fine. He had to fight for her.

"Rogue!" he called just before the first man entered her forcefully. Remy went mad. He screamed like a raging animal, pulling himself free. Slowly, too slow, he needed to get free and kill those men. Pieces of sentences were twirling in his mind, fueled by blind rage.

Rogue's teary eyes met his again and she snapped. "Don't look at meh," she sobbed. "Don't look at meh." She was silenced by the second man's cock shoving down her throat. She gagged and closed her eyes. Death. She wanted to die. Even his broken hands didn't allow Remy to free himself. BellaDonna had lied. He couldn't look at Rogue's limp body. He couldn't tear his eyes from her limp body. His voice had broken after screaming so much.

Both men, once their dirty job done, bowed to BellaDonna and left the cell. "I will break you, Remy. If I have to break her in the process, I will."

She got up and got out. Remy held his broken hands to his chest. He wanted to go over Rogue and check on her. He couldn't perceive her breathing and the two monsters had beaten her so hard her body was bloody and bruised. Her upper body turned sideways and she threw up, coughing badly. She lifted her eyelids and found Remy's gaze on her. She cried out. "Don't look at meh!" she moaned, pain in her voice.

Her body was hurting as it never did before. The physical pain was merely a reminder of the emotional, psychological pain. She wanted nothing but die. Tears had dried, she started to feel numb. Her mind closed completely and she lost herself in complete oblivion.

Remy felt the change in the atmosphere. Rogue's eyes changed, hardened. She slowly sat up and looked around her. "Rogue?" he asked, wondering if she felt better.

The lady in front of him shot him a glare. She wasn't Rogue. He could tell that much. She looked at her chains and grinned. "Nothing I can't take care of," she murmured. "I'm Carol, young man. I believe we never met before today."

Gambit was speechless. Carol... She was the woman Rogue had completely absorbed. They all believed Sage had caged her deep into Rogue's psyche. "Rogue..." he said again.

"She sleeps, young man. Her subconscious decided to awaken me. She's unable to be of any use. If we want to survive this... We can't count on her. And none of us wants to die, even if she does."

While she was speaking, she had picked the locks of her chains and started to work on her legs restraints. She pulled the pants on and made herself a covering tattered blouse with the remnants of the shirt. "I wonder if I should free you or not. She has such conflicted feelings about you..."

Knowing it was no use to sweet-talk the woman standing in front of his, he talked practical. "I can show you the safest way out."

She came closer and examined his chains. She distractedly removed her power-negating bracelet. She snapped open the metal box encasing his hands. They were severely broken and impossible to use. Her eyes softened a little. "You really tried to help her, didn't you," she whispered.

His legs gave out when he tried to stand up. BellaDonna had kept him in this jail for weeks. He was weakened. She shook her head and supported his weight. She snapped his power-negating bracelet. She carried him bride-like and followed his directions out. "How did you know how to pick the locks?"

"This, my dear, is something I learned when I was a spy. Before I gained my strength and the ability to fly."

"You really are Carol Danvers, aren't you?"

"I am... I'm the only personality she absorbed who is strong enough to take control." She studied his face. "You knew I wasn't her the moment I woke up."

They reached the roof of the Assassins Guild headquarters and Carol took off, flying in the night. He remained silent a while. "They'll come for us again," he said. "Now we've disappeared, they'll track us down."

"I'm aware of that. I don't have any better idea for now... I... I..."

Her eyes fluttered. He noticed her paleness under the moon's light. Her breathing labored, she landed and dropped Remy on the ground. As soon as he wasn't in her arms anymore, he noticed the source of the problem. Her pants were red, red with blood. She looked down at Rogue's body. "Bloody hell, I didn't feel the extend of the damage. Looks like they hurt her inside, breaking her skin..."

She dropped in a sitting position and laid down. "So cold... So tired..." her eyes closed and she was gone. Remy tried to find out the extend of the injuries. He lightly touched her with his few unbroken fingers, ignoring the pain in his palms and in the back of his hands. Rogue needed medical attention but they were in the bayou. Remy didn't know how far from a city they were. They had no phones, no means to contact anyone. He had no idea where Carol landed.

His fingers caressed her swollen face. If she could absorb his energy... If she could wake up...

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. He sat next to her holding her hand, trying to think about a solution. His mind was foggy. He felt himself getting weaker. Her hand gripped his. She was draining him! He tried to loosen her grip and stand up before she took too much from him but he just fell over her. His body covered most of hers, their skins touching.

Carol opened her eyes. She felt an uncomfortable weight crushing her. She saw the Cajun passed out on top of her. She pushed him away and felt for a pulse. He still had one. Weak but steady. She sighed. When both dominant personalities had lost any kind of control, the draining field had come back into place. Carol didn't know how to push it back so she had to be careful now, handling the Cajun.

She felt his energy course through her body. The flow of blood had weakened and she felt steadier. If she didn't lose time, she could make it back to the Mansion. Probably. As it was their best shot, she picked Gambit up and took off.

She barely made it. At some point, she fancied the idea to abandon the Cajun and to fly off alone. He was nothing to her. If Rogue's body and psyche were damaged, it was his fault. She didn't leave him down because she knew a band of murderers were after him and it wasn't Miss Marvel's habit to abandon people in danger.

Carol wished that Rogue was too damaged to ever take back control. It felt so good to have a body again. She was selfish but she could learn what Rogue had learned, she could fit in with the X-Men. She looked down at the man in her arms. She could fall in love again... She shook her head. Rogue's feelings were mixing with her own.

She landed on the Mansion's porch. She let Gambit lay on the ground and tried to get the door opened. She passed out; she had used all the energy the Cajun had given her. Both laid unconscious until the blood scent led Wolverine to them. His first move was to Anna Marie. He laid a hand on her naked shoulder. He felt the drain and removed his hand when he felt light-headed. He saw the marks on her skin slowly fade and disappear. With a relieved sigh, he turned toward Gambit. His fists clenched. If he had anything to do with the state in which his daughter was... He didn't complete the thought as Rogue moaned and opened her eyes.

“John?” she whispered.

Wolverine froze when he recognize the voice. Only one person still called him John. Carol. Her eyes closed as she passed out again. He hoped it was a temporary confusion and that Carol's personality just shortly showed up due to Anna Marie's weakened state. He called Beast and together, they carried the two mutants in the medical ward. Wolverine stayed by Anna Marie's side as Beast checked on Gambit. Wearing latex gloves, he helped Rogue out of her bloody clothes and dressed her with a hospital gown. He laid her on a examination table and covered her with warming sheets. He had cursed when he saw all the bruises and the marks over her body. He feared for her. He wondered what had happened. He wanted to annihilate those who hurt his daughter. Gambit included, if he had any responsibility in this.

Beast was shaking his head when he got closer to Rogue and Wolverine. He examined Rogue's clothes for the blood patterns, as she was already mending thanks to Wolverine's healing power. Beast growled when he recognized the strains and the scents on her. Judging by the state of her clothes and her still obvious distress, he was almost positive that she had been... But he couldn't tell it to Wolverine, could he? He was her father, but this was something no father wanted to hear about. Especially not a father as lethal as Wolverine.

“What happened to them?” asked Wolverine. “They have unknown people's scents on them. Who could hurt two powerful X-Men so bad?”

“I have no idea, my friend. I believe we will have answer when they wake up.”

Both attended the wounded mutants. Rogue was the first one to pull through. Wolverine leaned toward her. He had been sitting almost two hours next to her, holding her hand. She opened her eyes and looked at Wolverine. She slightly shook her head and grimaced.

“I'm sorry, John, I'm not the one you are waiting for...”

“You're Carol... Why did you take control?”

“Because your daughter couldn't bear living anymore. She wants to cease existing. We can't allow that.”

“We? And why doesn't she want to live anymore?”

“I'm talking about all the personalities she absorbed, including yours. They all teamed up and helped me take control when Anna Marie decided to stop fighting and just wait for death.”

“Again, why? Rogue wouldn't leave the fight. She always perseveres...”

“Not this time, John. I'm sorry but this was too traumatic for her, she may never come back. I can assure you she fought hard. Like a lioness. She is strong but some experiences can break the strongest person.”

“You won't tell me, Beast won't give me his medical opinion. I hope Gambit will talk. I may have to force him to, though.”

“John, don't be hard on the man. He broke his hands trying to protect her. His hands! His most powerful asset! He was willing to give up life for her.”

“Carol, please, tell me what happened.”

“No can do. Sorry.”

On the next bed, Remy started to stir. Beast had put splints and bandages around his hands to keep them steady. The bones would need weeks to heal but hopefully without permanent damage. His eyes opened. When he remembered the events that led him to the medical bed, he sat up and tried to get on his feet.

“Wolverine! You need to increase security! You're not safe as long as I'm here. I need to leave! Rogue...” His voice broke when he mentioned her. He saw her on the next bed. Beast was trying to get him to lie down.

“Rogue?” he asked. She shook her head and his shoulders lowered with defeat. “Remy needs to leave. Let this Cajun leave the Mansion. This is a Guild matter, not a X-Men matter.”

“Anna Marie was abducted and hurt because of you, Gambit. Since they laid a finger on my daughter, it became my problem too.”

“They've done enough damage to the X-Men. You don't know what they're capable of. Let me go.”

“How will you fight, with your hands broken?” asked Beast with concern. “Stay a while to rest.”

“Who are they?” asked Wolverine.

“They're a guild of murderers. New Orleans is led by the two guilds, thieves and assassins. The assassins are trained since childhood to become merciless killers. It's suicidal to try and fight them. As we're talking, they probably are on their way to get me. No one could ever defeat them. Let Remy take the matter into his... hands...”

He looked down at his hands and grimaced. How would he throw charged things with accuracy now? And play cards? Or women? He hoped Rogue was going to feel better and come back soon. In the meantime he needed to leave. He needed to make sure she was safe with the X-Men.

BellaDonna. She was going to pay, one way or another.
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