Death of a Dream
Chapter 5: Of Love and Betrayal
Rogue's hand shook as she poured them a drink, her voice
only slightly more stable as she effected an air of casualness.
"When Psylocke told me about this plan, ah wasn't sure
you'd go for it. Ah, mean, you did make contact with them
Gambit smiled slightly and leaned back in his chair, regarding
her with that same playful look she remembered so well. "I
thought you'd be with dem petite. It took me almost two whole
years to work my way back from Antarctica, you know, what
with all de warfare across de continent. When Psylocke contacted
me a few weeks after joining dem, and told me where you were...well,
I knew I had to see you again." He gave an appraising
glance about her chambers, then looked back to her. "And
look at you, chere. Livin' the good life it seems."
"Yeah, only the best for the master's highest ranking,"
she replied, barely managing to keep the sarcasm from her
voice. She walked toward him slowly, thoughtfully, nodding
as she handed him his drink. "So why'd you come back,
Remy? You coulda just kept on goin', forgotten about all of
us, carved your own niche out in this new world."
"I probably could've chere...might even have me my own
faction of de Brotherhood by now if I hadn't stopped in to
check on de team. But it all worked out, no? I'm much more
useful to you as part of de X-Men. Besides," he continued,
his voice lowering just a bit, "dis way, I get to see
you more often den I would out in the field."
"So you came back for me? Even after what ah did to
you?" She could not keep her voice from shaking this
He took the drink and set it aside, laying a hand upon her
arm and meeting her eyes intently with his own. "Yes,
chere. I came back for you. I couldn't blame you for leavin'
me like dat...I deserved it, I knew I did. But now dat you
an outcast from the group too...well, we birds of a feather,
no? Difference is, I got an in dat you don't."
"Ah wonder if they'd take me back in now, too...after
what ah did..." she said, her voice distant.
"I'm only dere cause dey need more bodies, chere, not
cause dey want me dere. You an' me, we got no home anymore."
He pulled her closer to him, drawing her up against him. "But
we still got each other, chere...if you want it dat way,"
he added, his voice growing low and husky.
"Remy...," she whispered, struggling to regain
her composure, "Ah'm here cause ah got nowhere else to
go. You...you got a second chance."
"Ain't no place in dis world for me without you by my
side, petite," he whispered back, his lips barely an
inch from her own.
She gazed deep into his eyes for a long moment, thoughts
reeling. She had forgotten the effect he had on her...after
two long years, could there be anything left between them?
Despite the logic that insisted against it, she knew in her
heart that she still loved him. More than that...she was so
alone now...she needed him, needed someone to care, someone
to hold onto. And if he still loved her, as he claimed to,
did it really matter that he would be betraying her former
friends, her now sworn enemies? Her own betrayal was already
complete, despite the fact that she hadn't desired it. Could
she judge anyone else for theirs?
"Chere?" he asked, his voice almost seeming to
There was never any decision to be made, she thought, as
she lifted her lips to his, eyes closing as she gave herself
over to the passion in her heart.
He stiffened suddenly, surprised, and she drew back, recognizing
the source of his fear. "It's alright, sugah," she
whispered, pulling off her gloves and tracing the outline
of his lips with one finger. "I can control it, now."
It was all he needed to hear. He grabbed her in a tight embrace,
pulling her almost roughly against him and returning her kiss
with a passion of his own, passion too long denied.
The world around them seemed to ignite and catch fire, and
they gave themselves over willingly to the flames.
"Shouldn't Gambit be back by now?" asked Kitty,
yawning as she stretched out on the sofa.
Firestar shot her a quick look, then looked away just as
quickly, glancing up to see if Bobby had caught it. He had.
"Yeah, he should," Bobby answered casually. "Where
the heck was he running reconnaissance to anyway? Back to
"That's not funny, Bobby," Firestar said, rising
from her seat.
"What, Angel?" he asked, half-rising from his own
She spun on him, her anger suddenly coming to the fore. "Just
because you're jealous of him is no reason to--"
"Whoa, look at the time," Kitty suddenly interjected.
"I need to get to bed. G'night, guys." She was out
the door before either Iceman or Firestar could move. They
hardly even noticed.
"Jealous?" Bobby asked, incredulous. "Of that...,"
he trailed off, sputtering for words.
"Then what is it that you hate about him so much? You
have yet to say one nice word to him or about him. And don't
give me that crap again about the Morlock tunnels! If Kitty
can get past it, so can you."
"Look, Angel," he said, his voice softening. "You
know how I feel about you. But besides that, I don't want
to see you get hurt. He's bad news. He broke Rogue's heart
"And Rogue betrayed you all, too didn't she? Why don't
you rant about her? Get over it, Bobby," she spun on
her heel, turning away from him and walking toward the stairs.
"He's up to no good, Angel," Bobby said quietly.
"I know I can't convince you of it, but I feel it in
"Goodnight, Bobby," she said with a note of finality,
stalking up the stairs to her room.
Bobby fell back onto the couch with a heavy sigh and settled
in for a long night with the VCR.
Gambit stretched and rolled over in the bed, a smile still
lingering on his face. "I got to say, chere, dis control
over your powers has turned out to be a wonderful thing."
He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, eyes glimmering
a soft red, like dying embers.
"Mmmm...ah'm just glad to have you here," she murmured,
pulling him close against her, eyes half-closed as sleep tried
to claim her.
He smiled once more and kissed her on the nose, reluctantly
withdrawing from her embrace. "I got to go, chere, they'll
be wonderin' where I'm at back at de mansion. And I got to
hit de shower first, clothes and all, or else Logan'll smell
you on me."
"Not yet," she pleaded, trying to draw him back
to her. "We've seen so little of each other...ah miss
"I miss you too, petite. But if dey notice me missing
too long, my cover might be blown. I can't exactly give you
de information you need if I'm dead, now can I?"
"I suppose not," she murmured, finally releasing
him, watching him go with half-lidded eyes. "Be careful,
"I will, chere." He flashed her a devil-may-care
grin, blew her a kiss, and was gone.
In the inner sanctum of the Brotherhood's new base, Psylocke
sat smiling, psionic amplifier increasing the power of her
thought as she reported in.
"It is going well, master. It seems Gambit's love for
Rogue shall be the X-Men's undoing."
She felt his approval briefly through their psionic link
just before the connection was cut short. Removing the psionic
amplifier from her head, her smile twisted and grew as she
continued. "And if it does not, it will at least bring
about Rogue's undoing. Either way, I win."
Several guards outside the door of the inner sanctum suddenly
shivered as the sound of wicked laughter echoed eerily from
And outside the Australian complex, as he waited for Gateway
to open the portal that would send him on the short trip back
to Salem Center New York, Remy LeBeau dragged heavily on a
cigarette and wondered just what in the hell he had gotten
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