This is my first story post, so I'm a
little nervous. I hope you enjoy it. It doesn't really fit
into the X-Books right now, but at the time I wrote it, it
could have been a possibility. It takes place roughly after,
Gambit's return. Once again, Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Ah don't own any of these characters, and
Ah ain't makin' any money off a them. They all belong
ta Marvel. 'Nuff Said.
The Ultimate Suffrage
As she descended the last stair, she knew that her life would
be irrevocably changed. The X-Men, her teammates and friends,
seemed to wall in this new visitor. But she was Rogue super
strong, and nearly invincible, and she was going to see who
had come to visit.
She pushed her way between Maggott and Psylocke; the rift
between the two in their normal lives manifested itself as
the weak link in the X-Men's barrier.
Now through the wall of X-Men, Rogue looked to the center
of their circle, trying to find what they didn't want her
At first she saw noting unordinary. Two men stood motionless
watching her watch them. She was use to men staring at her.
She wasn't vain or conceded; she just knew she was nice to
look at. But there was something different in the ways' these
two men looked at her.
The one on the left looked on her as if to say, "I'm
sorry, I tried to protect you. Please forgive me." She
didn't understand why he was looking at her that way. She
smiled reassuringly at him, then looked to the other man.
His expression was different, though also the same, as the
other. The man's whole body conveyed his message of sorrow.
Shoulders slumped; head slightly bent downwards, the man looked
to say, "I'm so sorry, please don't hate me. I need you."
It was that last thought that caught Rogue's attention. Why
would anyone need her? She wasn't anybody. She didn't even
know how to forgive. And suddenly, she realized that she could
never forgive these two men that stood in front of her; not
because she didn't want to, but because she didn't know how.
She closed her eyes to that thought. Sweet blackness enveloped
her body as she shut out this horrible world she couldn't
control. She thought of all the hardships that had befallen
her in her short lifetime; and then she opened her eyes, and
Rogue recognized Joseph watching her. His worried and yet
kind expression betrayed him, and proved to the world that
he did indeed love this woman who stood before him. It was
a love that Rogue realized; she was incapable of returning.
Moving her head slightly, Rogue recognized the "needy"
man. In the back of her mind she understood the wall of X-Men,
and their role to protect her. Remy was as handsome as ever.
He seemed a little too skinny, but it was understandable after
spending-God knows how long-in Antarctica. His eyes took the
sight of her in. Following every curve of her body, he seemed
to be committing her form to memory. He never spoke, just
watched her waiting for her to make the first move.
Silence and tension settled around them like a thick fog,
and for a second, Rogue thought Storm's emotions had gotten
the better of her powers. Memories that seemed like life times
ago floated in Rogue's mind. The day she and Gambit had met.
The basketball game that caused their first date. Her total
anger and sorrow that he was a married man. Jean and Scott's
wedding where he had blown a dozen men into the air just to
catch Jeans garter. His determination to bring Belladonna
back from the dead. The night she had almost told him her
real name. The way he had held her in his arms as she tried
to decide how to save Cody. Their kiss in Israel that seemed
to span across space and time. The fear and agony that consumed
her when Remy would not tell her his secret, the one that
was slowly destroying her. And finally the day his terrible
secret had been reveled to her--and her soul lost--as she
flew away from his freezing body
She looked at Remy, and realized that she had every right
to hate him. Hate what this man had done to her in the name
of love. Wish him dead for the pain his presence in her life
had caused her. But she didn't, she couldn't, just as she
knew now, she could never forgive him either.
Perhaps the X-Men weren't ready for her to speak yet; so
when she did the group seemed to jump to attention; and Joseph
sought the comfort of the rest of the circle around her. "Sarah,
please come here." Maybe it was the way the older X-Men
were acting, or maybe a note in Rogue's voice, but the mutant
know as Marrow stepped forward and moved to Rogue's side.
A sense of anticipation settled over the X-Men. They understood
what Rogue was doing. Sarah was one of the few surviving Morlocks.
The Marauders had killed most of her people. Gambit had formed
the Marauders, and shown them where the Morlocks could be
found. Then knew that when Marrow heard what this man had
done to her people, she would have his life for their honor.
For his part, Remy seemed to understand that this girl who
stood before him was indeed a Morlock. He also seemed to understand
what Rogue was about to do. However his expression never changed,
he still needed Rogue, with all his soul.
Rogue looked Marrow in the eyes, "Sarah, do ya know
who this man is?"
Marrow turned her head to look at Remy. She studied him from
head to toe; she understood that Rogue wanted a definite answer.
Finally, she shook her head. "No. I don't know who he
Rogue looked almost sad for a moment as she stared at this
violent teen before her. She thought about just how similar
she and Sarah really were. Both destroyed at a young age,
both taken in by a kind woman with ulterior motives to make
them powerful fighters. Rogue thought about the pain that
it caused Sarah to use her extra bones; and thought about
the pain her own powers had caused. But that was the past,
and Rogue was here to correct it all.
Finally nodding to Marrow's question, Rogue continued, "Sarah,
do ya know who saved ya from dyin' with the rest of the Morlocks?"
An iciness fell over Marrow's face. The girl stood motionless
as she sized Rogue up, trying to figure out why her questions
were stalling the X-Men like this.
But the X-Men weren't unthinking, if unmoving. Most were
in quiet contemplation as to whether to save Gambit when Marrow
attacked, or let her finish the job they themselves so desperately
wanted to do.
Options still ran through their minds as Marrow answered,
"I don't know how it's any of your business, Surface
dweller, but no, I don't."
Rogue sighed openly, and closed her eyes again. Was it right
to go through with what she had started? In the long run would
it ease the pain in her chest? Could her confession to Marrow
perhaps ease this troubled teen's? Is this what those that
died in those tunnels, all those years ago would want? In
the end, she decided the answers didn't belong to her, they
belonged to time; and in the end, time would tell.
She looked at Sarah. Sometime during her reverie the girl
had lost her edge, and was now awaiting an explanation. Rogue
gave it to her.
Rogue looked once to Remy, and when their eyes met, nothing
passed between them. She looked back to Sarah, "Sarah,
a long time ago this man witnessed the death of the Morlocks."
The girl seemed stunned before a quick flame of anger ignited
behind her eyes. The X-Men unconsciously took a step back.
Rogue continued, "His name is Remy Lebeau, and he's a
thief, a con-man, and a scoundrel." As Rogue took a breath,
Marrow's anger--stoked by Rogue's words--grew.
"Hidin' in an out of the way corner, he watched as Morlock
after Morlock fell to the grip of the Marauders." Remy
didn't move, but his expression became a complete and total
Marrow was now staring directly at Remy, "Is what she's
saying true? Were you there?" Her voice commanded an
answer, and Remy's nod, gave it to her. "Why you son-of-a----,"
Rogue's arm stood between Marrow and her prized coward.
"Ya haven't heard the whole story yet, Sarah. The rest-Ah
think-ya'll will find more interestin'."
The X-Men's decision had been made. Standing on the sidelines,
they had come to a silent and final agreement, they would
not help Gambit.
But Rogue wasn't finished, "As Ah said he was in the
corner tryin' ta decide the best way ta get his pathetic self
out of those tunnels, when he saw somethin' that made him
stop. Only a few feet in front of his hidin' place was a female
Morlock tryin' ta flee with a child in her arms. However the
Marauder, Sabertooth cut off their escape. Takin' the defenseless
child mutant from its mother, he proceeded ta rip it ta shreds
as the mother could only watch an' scream."
A blinding rage had come over Marrow as Rogue's gruesome
tale continued. Her body trembled with barely controlled anger.
Gambit just stood there."Sarah," the mutant looked
at Rogue, "This man," she motioned to Remy, who
didn't move. "This man saw everythin' Ah jus' told ya
about; but he saw it from a run. Ya see the moment Sabertooth
got a hold of that little baby, thin's changed. Ya see, ta
Remy-because of how he was brought up in the Thieves Guild-a
child is the most important thin' in the world. The minute
that little baby was in danger, Remy left his hidin' place,
and attacked Sabertooth."
The X-Men were stunned; this wasn't the angle they expected
Rogue to tell the story from. Marrow's anger seemed to lessen,
and her shaking all but stopped. Gambit still did not move
but his eyes now watched Rogue instead of the ground.
"What Ah said was true, the baby was killed by Sabertooth,
but the mother was not. Instead, Remy attacked Sabertooth,
both woundin' the killer and himself in the attack.
"When the other Marauders saw what was going on, they
too attacked Remy. That was when most of the other survivin'
Morlocks got away. Remy was hurt very badly in the battle;
Sabertooth had managed ta get his claws inta Remy's side.
The wound later cost him thirty-six stitches an' a month in
"When the Marauders thought him dead, they returned
ta the terrified and confused Morlocks. However they hadn't
killed Remy, he was still tryin' to make up fer the mistake
of not comin' ta the defense of these people sooner.
"Crawlin' away however, he heard a small cryin' sound
from under the rubble beside him. Riskin' his life, he pushed
the rocks aside and pulled out a small frightened child, with
pink skin. Bones protrudin' from that skin, Remy's total concern
was that these were her broken bones pushed through by the
force of the collapsed wall. He lifted the child inta his
arms and stumbled the rest of the way out of the tunnels.
"On the surface, in the back of an alleyway, he saw
the woman whose child he did not save. Placin' ya, Sarah,
inta the woman's arms he stumbled into the night."
Finished, Rogue held a subdued Sarah's eye, "This man
saved the lives of the few Morlocks that did escape; and he
also let many others die. But fear ain't a crime Sarah; it's
a way of life. In many respects, he's the villain and the
hero. Only history will determine his fate."
Her peace said, Rogue turned and exited the stares of bewildered
X-Men. As she ascended the stairs she hear Marrow speak to
"Is what she said true?" He nodded. "Then
you saved my life?" He nodded again. "And when you
made it through the tunnels, after saving me, you gave me
to the woman who had lost her own child; you gave me to Calisto?"
Again. "Then my life is yours. You saved my life, now
I owe you mine. So says Morlock law."
Remy's reply didn't surprise Rogue. She had turned him from
the witness that did nothing, to the witness who became a
hero. She knew Remy's conscious wouldn't be able to handle
"Dat be de dumbes' t'ing, Remy ever hear! You be owing
Gambit nothin'. T'ink girl, jus' t'ink! W'at Gambit be doin'
down in dem tunnels in de firs' place?! Well?!"
He was trying to escape, trying to find a way to ease his
own suffering. He didn't realize that that was not what his
cards read. Rogue answered the question for the girl as she
ascended the stairs; "He was mappin' the tunnels fer
an escape, Sarah. Remember I told ya, he's a thief. He was
mappin' an escape route for a later job. Good try Remy, but
she needs ta know the truth about you, it ain't fair ta make
her suffer any longer."
With that she disappeared into the hallway at the top of
the stairs. Gambit's desperate eyes following her until the
last strand of her auburn hair vanished.
She wanted him to suffer, for the rest of his life, and what
a better way, then total peace of mind? Time would tell, of
the ultimate suffrage.
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