Stories by K-Nice
Walls Came a'Tumblin' Down"
Remy catches Rogue in the midst of one of her more self-pitying moods and invites
her along on one of his late-night partying jaunts to New York City.
Rogue and Gambit play Bonnie and Clyde.
(Some sexual innuendo)
Rogue and Gambit experience the pain, disorientation and fear of a major life-changing
17 years after the events in "...Walls...,"
Rogue and Gambit, now happily married and with children, reconsider what their
happiness really means.
Rogue and Gambit mourn the loss of someone dear.
Belladonna returns to Salem Center to make her peace with Gambit.
"Blood and Bone"
NYPD detectives Remy LeBeau and Ororo Munroe investigate a horrific string of
rape/murders that hit closer to home than any of them realizes.
Roses, Crown of Thorns"
After being stripped of their powers by the High Evolutionary, Rogue and Gambit
meet at a bar and rehash old arguments and scars.
When Storm learns of Rogue's abandonment of Gambit, she avenges her friend's
death in an unconventional way.
in Love: Once More, for Old Heart's Sake"
After reconciling during the Phalanx battles in space, Rogue and Gambit go for
one last motorcycle ride together. Assume OZT and the Trial of Gambit never
Excerpts of some of Rogue and Gambit's arguments come to light in this answer
to Em's 350-word challenge.
A young "Reb" recovers from a beating delivered by her mother.
Get So Lonely"
Rogue traces back her history with touch as an addiction and her self-imposed
When Gambit returns to the X-Men, he must wade through the lies and half-truths
he and his teammates still tell each other.
"Maybe on Some
Emily Darkholme and Remington LeBeau are betrothed to each other by their parents.
in Another Life"
Six years after "Maybe on Some
Other Day," Emily eagerly anticipates an upcoming ball -- and her first
chance in years to see Remy LeBeau again.
in Some Other Time"
The Rogue and the Gambit, leaders of the Brotherhood and the Guild, respectively,
face off for what will likely be their final battle. Sequel to "Possibly
in Another Life."
Rogue decides to indulge herself in something she never had as a teenager --
a prom dress.
Rogue tries to see only what she wants to see when she goes back for Remy.
After their latest breakup, a drunken Gambit tries to call Rogue and let her
know what's on his mind.
Rogue accompanies Mystique on a stealth mission. Written for Em's 350-word challenge.
Gambit and the Sisterhood of Evil Mutants take on the mysterious Center to save
elsewhere in Alykat's World:
"Beauty Comes to Those Who
After decades of marriage, Bobby and Cecilia still go to Brooklyn regularly
to have Cece's braids redone.
Iceman deals with his feelings of guilt and loss after his father's death.
When the young students of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters enjoy the
hot summer sun, Bobby longs to return to the cold. Takes place during the X-Men's
Bobby decides to leave the X-Men permenantly and get a "real" life,
while Gambit struggles to feel alive again after being rescued from the Antarctic.
When Bastion came to the X-Mansion, he took everything. Now that the X-Men have
returned home, each of them deals with that loss in their own way.
Disclaimer: All characters belong
to Marvel. Story belongs to me. The time I spent writing this
belongs to my POHS instructor, Dr. Mellone. You can understand
my dilemma, of course -- "Listen to boring lecture on
Nitrous-oxide or Write fic?" -- but I'm pretty sure he
wouldn't. Title is from the Janet Jackson song of the same
I Get So Lonely
I never liked being alone. I don't think anyone does, really.
You can call a person a loner if you want. Logan considers
himself a "loner." It doesn't mean he likes it,
just that he is especially good at coping with the dull ache
I've never been a loner.
I've almost always been alone, of course. My early years
are a blur of cold hands, runny nose and empty belly. I don't
think about those days much. Mostly I remember abandonment.
It was a touchless existence full of cold mornings, hot nights
spent hiding under my covers. Hiding from the darkness, the
emptiness of that house, of that life.
Raven took me away from there before I could be destroyed
by the loneliness. I would have done anything for her -- just
so long as she didn't leave me behind like my mother had.
I remember the first time she and tried to go out without
me. I was about 12 at the time, old enough to put myself to
bed. They thought it would be okay, progressive even, to show
they trusted me, thought I was responsible and all that. I
threw such a fit, kicking and screaming on the floor. I think
I even cursed. Irene was appalled; Raven was confused. That's
how I ended up on my first terrorist mission.
There is nothing easy about loneliness. No matter how long
you have to endure it, it never gets simpler. When my powers
cut me off from the hugs and kisses and touches I needed so
desperately, that dull ache became sharp. Irene bought me
gloves and long sleeved shirts and high-necked sweaters. But
the older I got the more the collars choked and the sleeved
itched and the gloves got lost. It was like they were a barrier,
not just to protect me, but to keep me separate, to keep me
I couldn't bare it.
Raven tried to be supportive. She wanted me to use my powers,
to master them. It took her a long time -- too long, maybe
-- to realize I was using my abilities, not for the sake of
the cause or as a "public declaration of my mutation"
(her rhetoric, not mine), but as a narcotic. I did my fair
share of drinking with the boys and I have inhaled a time
or two, but my real high, my real salve, was touch. It put
an end to the ache for a while. You can't be alone when you
are consuming another person's soul, experiencing they life
and memories. It got so I couldn't stand to be alone with
my own head, abandoned to the tedious realities of my own
Once I had felt that close to someone, so enveloped in another
being, I couldn't go back to alone. So I didn't. I touched
anyone, everyone, and I wasn't alone. Only, sometimes I was
and that sharp ache would double me over with pain, like a
permanently empty belly. I would have to find someone, anyone
to fill the space.
I was addicted, on so many ways, on so many levels, that
absorbing Carol Danvers served as the ultimate high. I was
never alone after that. She was with me, everyday, all the
time. Late at night, when the rest of the world was far away
and I could have been trapped in the loneliness, she was there
beside me. Sure, she was angry and violent and did her best
to ruin my life. But at least I wasn't alone.
Eventually, it was too much, I overdosed togetherness and
I had to get help. It was both the best and the worst thing
I have every done for myself. I had to go back to being alone,
but I found a place where I thought I would never be lonely.
There was always someone around, in the mansion or on the
grounds. I was never abandoned, per se. That should have been
enough, and I convince myself that I didn't need touch.
Every addict knows you take it one day at a time. Not me,
I quit cold turkey. I locked myself away so tightly that every
so often I had to break free. Longshot was the most notable
but there were other flirtations with most of the guys, even
one or two of the girls. It wasn't always sexual. My needs
are much deeper, more insistent then any libido. I can't be
alone even when I am.
Then there was Remy. It's not fair, you know. He didn't have
to choose me. I used to hate him for it, for wanting me when
he could never have me. Then I loved him for it, for the constancy
of his desire no matter how many Queen Anne tables I broke
over his head. I pushed him away for his own sake, not for
mine. I need so badly, the addiction is so strong, and I couldn't
trust myself not to hurt him. But I couldn't let him go entirely
and let the isolation take hold again. That sort of dichotomy
makes for a messy relationship, a lonely kind of love.
Now that we have severed our ties and crawled back into our
respective holes, I can feel it creeping up on me. The ache
of aloneness, the hunger for touch -- they engulf me entirely
at times and I would give anything to have anyone. Peter was
ready and willing and maybe even eager, but perhaps I flatter
myself. Neal is available and Logan is still alone. I continue
to weigh my options, consider the possibilities.
There is one thing I will not stand for, one choice I cannot
I hate being alone.
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