Stories by RogueStar
Gambit finds his way back to the Mansion ... and asks for a retrial.
Rogue and Gambit both suffer through reminders that neither of them can escape
their pasts. (Unfinished.)
"Blowing in the Wind"
In honor of the Gambit Guild's "Gambit Day," RogueStar writes a story of reconciliation and hope for Rogue and Gambit.
"The Briar Patch"
A dark, thorny look at how Rogue might internally view her powers. Takes place
after Rogue's emergence from the Siege Perilous.
A series of holiday-themed stories about personal despair and choices
for the future, featuring Siryn, Rogue, Gambit and Marrow.
A series of three stories written as a gift for the mailing lists Southern Comfort and Gambit Guild.
- featuring Gambit and Bebete (the green mist lady)
"Gold" - featuring Cyclops and Phoenix
"Myrrh" - featuring Rogue, Gambit and Nightcrawler
"Demain des l'aube"
Rogue mourns the death of her mother and plans to pass Raven's teachings on to her own unborn child.
"The Eighth Color of the Rainbow"
After his "death" at the end of the Magneto War, Joseph makes one last trip to Salem Center to say a very special goodbye.
In a pocket universe where Rogue stayed in the service of her foster mother Mystique, Rogue becomes known as the woman who killed Magneto. (Unfinished.)
"For My Daughter"
A woman in Mississippi writes a long-overdue letter to her daughter.
Rogue and Gambit think back to when they once decided to break up for good -- and laugh at their younger selves' naivete. Written in response to the recent X-book writing/editorial decision to break them up.
Just before Rogue and Remy are set to leave for their honeymoon, Rogue finally reveals the real reasons she's so uneasy about being with him. A response to Rogue and Gambit's rumored break-up in Gambit #16.
"The Horse of Another
Magnus, the Mage, demands a tithe from a small town every month. This time,
he wants the townspeople to deliver Rogue as his tribute, or else find for him
the mythical horse of a different color. (Unfinished. In revision.)
"The Sword and the Rose"
Sabrina and Remy LeBeau settle into their new roles as husband and wife as they
train and prepare to defend themselves in a world that has become even more
Rogue asks Gambit to accept the real her. A response to "All's
Fair..." by R.V. Bemis.
Rogue and Gambit make their piece and decide to get back together. In response
to Gambit #16.
In a different world, Mystique had early ties to the Thieves Guild and sent
Rogue to New Orleans to study the arts of thievery.
Gambit offers Jean a small comfort as she grieves over Cyclops' apparent death.
Inspired by UXM #386.
As Rogue lay dying, probably of the Legacy Virus, Gambit fulfills her final wish: one last dance.
"The Magician and the Butterfly"
Sabine Robbins leaves her settled life with Cody as a farmer's wife and runs away with a circus magician. Told from mulitple perspectives.
"A Matter of
When Soldier Alpha escapes the project and joins the rebels, it is up to a Black
Striper to bring her to justice. Unfinished.
Rogue stares at her reflection in the mirror and evaluates what she is -- and
isn't. X-Men: Evolution universe.
Queen and the Hunter"
Barely more than a child when she married Magnus, Rogue quietly defers to her
husband, then feels the urge to rebel. Age of Apocalypse.
to the Rooftop"
As they settle into their new roles as leaders of the X-Men, Rogue and Gambit
try to settle into another role as well: platonic friends.
(with Keri Wilson)
After their wedding, Rogue and Gambit record a farewell message of sorts
for Sehkmet Conoway. Sillyfic.
Sim Salem Project
An ongoing series of stories in which Rogue and Gambit are living a happy
suburban life with their precocious son, Luc.
"The Cherry Cookie Incident"
"The Sphinx's Question"
"Gotta Learn Them All"
"Saturday Morning in Salem Center"
"The Cabbage Patch"
Centering on the relationship between Rogue and Remy and on the growing human
intolerance of mutants, this story begins (in terms of "normal" continuity)
just before Bishop joins the team and ends just after LegionQuest.
When Mercy LeBeau comes to deliver some news to Gambit, she falls in lust with Iceman and chaos ensues. (Unfinished.)
After coming back home to the X-Mansion, many of the X-Men, including Rogue and Colossus, try to make peace with the ghosts in their lives. (Unfinished.)
(With Faith Barnett)
Just after the Trial of UXM 350, the various X-Men try to get on with their
in the Woods"
Banished to the woods after her disastrous encounter with Cody, Rogue is suspicious
when she meets a beautiful woman who wants to take care of her.
"A Window to Her Soul"
Colossus awakens and finds inspiration in Rogue's sleeping form.
elsewhere in Alykat's World:
"The Morning Paper"
Hank and Bobby miss seeing their favorite comic strip in the Sunday paper. A
tribute to Peanuts creator Charles Schulz.
(at (un)frozen and Stars & Garters)
Web sites: textualchemy, RogueStar's Galaxy, Caldecott,
in the House
It's 10:30 here and the reality of Nicieza's
announcement has just struck home, after six hours of yo-yoing
between anger and numbness. I can't sleep, nor can I seem
to stop this absurd crying, so don't expect a great work of
literature. I guess fic is the only thing that will help --
balm to the wounded soul etc ... even if it is as insubstantial
as dandelion fluff. What will help is if you join in the campaign
- more details @ http://www.geocities.com/reunite_remy_rogue.
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"This is it? Forever?"
A sad, sweet smile touched the face of the woman as she looked
at the man she loved so much. Handsome to the point of beauty,
with flickering-coal eyes that had earned him in the nickname
of le diable blanc in his native New Orleans, he was
scowling at the lake, the sky, the trees, as if they were
to blame for their current predicament. As if a butterfly
fluttering gaily and obliviously in China had caused their
personal storm, as Chaos Theorists believed.
"It's f'r de best. "
He glanced back at her, demeanour softening slightly. She
was so slight, brave, beautiful, framed as she was against
the endless expanse of horizon. Her eyes were suspiciously
bright though, and her lips were too tight. Everything within
him wished to heaven that he was not the cause of her pain,
that he could have excised himself neatly from her life without
leaving a scar.
"Who is she, Remy?"
Her voice was soft, as she returned his look. She had always
known this moment was inevitable, that he would tire of her
untouchable charms and seek solace in the arms of another
woman. It would be easier to accept if that was the case.
It would not be a personal failure, something which she could
have corrected as she had all the times before on Mystique's
"It's not anotha' woman. It's us. We ... we keep hurtin'
each other, keep rippin' open each other's old sores."
He loved her too much to continue to wound her. It had been
selfishness on his part that had prevented him from ending
the relationship before then -- a desire to cling on to a
sense of family, a sense of belonging, a sense of being loved.
In protecting her, he was forced as always to sacrifice the
deepest, truest part of himself.
The eloquent monosyllable was all she could manage, before
the tears overtook her. Despising them and herself, she turned
away from him to the mansion. Blurred, shimmering, the old
house held too many memories. Was haunted by ghosts of laughter,
shared secrets, dreams and impossible hopes, mocking her for
her foolishness. She should never have tried to be normal,
they jeered, should have never thought that any man would
commit himself indefinitely to a relationship as unique and
difficult as theirs.
"Dieu. Don' cry. Please. I never ... Oh, merde, Roguey..."
He could have taken her anger with impunity, but not her
sorrow. Not the silent sobs that shook her shoulders, or her
tattered pride in trying to conceal them from him. Feeling
his own eyes begin to sting, he walked towards her, as the
prickles took liquid-form, trickling diamond-like down his
cheeks. Savouring the warmth of her body, the silk of her
hair, the perfume that surrounded her, and thinking that it
would be the last time that it would be his, he hugged her
to his chest.
"We were young an' foolish, weren't we?"
The Witness dropped a kiss on the nape of his wife's neck
where tiny, fine curls of chestnut hair were gathered. Since
she had gained control of her powers, he took every opportunity
to touch her, to reassure her of his feelings for her in the
tangible way in which she so firmly believed.
Squirming in his arms to become more comfortable, she laughed,
"Correction. You were foolish, leBeau. Ah never
Knowing of old how pointless it was to argue with her, even
at at the expense of the truth, he grinned and tightened his
grip around her waist. The fine linen of her nightdress was
cool to the touch, embroidered around the hem and neck with
a daisy-chain. Sighing melodramatically, she interlaced her
fingers with his and lifted them to her mouth to kiss.
"Ah'll forgive you though, lovah, foh that mistake."
"Merci beau, milady."
"Je vous en prie, milord."
The slender woman twined in his arms, completely content,
the Witness reflected how forever could be as long as a heart-beat
or as short as a century.
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