Hearing footsteps enter the kitchen, Rogue scurries under
the table. She has a vague memory of being in another room,
upstairs, then tiptoeing down here when hunger pains suddenly
overwhelmed her. The strength of that hunger, mixed with a
growing sense of anxiety, leaves her more than a little confused.
Something inside, instinct perhaps, tells her it's very important
that she be very quiet and not move. Without quite understanding
why, her hand moves to her hip, expecting to find a slingshot
she has not worn in years. And not having even that small
bit of protection against this stranger, moves her to tears.
She watches as Remy moves from refrigerator to cabinet to
counter, fixing a sandwich from the day's leftovers. Roast
beef. Rogue's stomach growls. She mutters a silent prayer
that he hasn't heard her. When he turns his back to her, reaching
into the fridge for a beer, she makes her move. In a blur,
she races for the counter to grab the sandwich.
Remy turns. In his eyes, he sees Rogue dart for the counter
and the serrated knife on the edge. His hand snaps out, yanking
her wrist away harder than he intended. Rogue cries out in
frustration. An orange drops from her hand and rolls on the
floor to Remy's foot. He looks down in surprise. Rogue squirms,
twisting her other hand in a desperate attempt to reach the
food. Her fingers graze the crust of the bread. She bites
her lip in concentration.
Remy lets her go, fascinated by a side of her he's never
seen before. He's known about her ability to absorb another
person's psyche ever since he joined the X-men. Heard the
stories. Figured out some of the rest. But he's never experience
firsthand the complete transformation when someone else is
in control until this afternoon. With Belladonna. He studies
her, trying to figure out the current situation.
Rogue, devouring the sandwich, eyes him warily. She finishes
and glances longingly towards the orange in his hand. Unintentionally,
she licks her lips. Remy runs the orange under the water,
cleaning it for her. He peels it, then offers the slices to
her. Rogue hesitates. Remy speaks to her, keeping his voice
soft, his movements slow. Carefully, he sets the orange on
the counter and moves back.
She approaches the sink. The water's still running. With
one eye on Remy, she grabs a handful of water and brings it
to her lips. He moves. Rogue stops. Opening a cabinet, Remy
takes a glass down and sets it before her. Rogue watches,
"S'okay, chere, take what y'need."
She blinks in confusion.
A sudden noise from the foyer as Warren and Betsy return.
The glass falls to the floor. When Remy looks up, Rogue's
gone. His keen eyes are quick to notice that the knife, also,
has disappeard. From the kitchen window, he glimpses Rogue's
shadow, making her way to the eastern ridge.
Continued in Chapter
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