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"The End of Innocence"

The End of Innocence

Warning: This story explicitly deals with rape, sexual themes.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14


She wakes with a start, sensing someone else in the room.


"Not to worry, p'tite, Gambit here."

She returns his warm grin with a scowl. Her green eyes glitter darkly as she watches him gather odds and ends from the medical lab, then return to her side. She responds to his greeting with her own sarcastic version of his bayou accent.

"'Gambit here'."

He ignores her, prompting a more antagonistic response.

"Is that s'pposed to make everything all peachy keen? Ah don't think so, sugah. Ya wasn't even enough o' a gentleman t'see a lady home."

"You forgettin' who left who?"

"Didn't see ya in any hurry to come after me, Cajun. 'Course, ah'm sure it had nothing to with ya fawnin' all over Celeste. N'est-ce pas?"

In a burst of anger, Remy shoves the suture tray into the wall with a resounding clang.

"You t' ink I WANTED you to be hurt?!"

"Ah think you gave it the ol' X-Men effort by runnin' your mouth off at Harry's." He reaches out to stroke her cheek.

"Never meant to hurt you, Rogue."

She flinches away from his touch.

"Ah never said ya hurt me."

"'Course not. Dat partial invulnerability more den skin deep, eh? Nothin' an' nobody gon' get through. Maybe Bobby right. Maybe Mississippi river rats got hides a steel."

"Did ya only come down here to finish what ya started at Harry's?"

Her words burn deep, she sees it in his eyes, in the sudden slump of his shoulders.

"Genoshans caused you some serious hurtin'. You gon' need to be exercisin' your muscles, keep 'em flexible while you recuperate. Henri put me in charge a your physical therapy."

Suddenly the trauma of the last two days weighs heavily on Rogue. She's tired of the aches keeping her awake at night. Tired of of thoughts clouded by sedatives that offer no relief. Tired of snapping at everyone.

For the first time since her attack, she reaches out for comfort. Her hand slips easily into Remy's. She leans her head against his shoulder, drawing on his strength for support. His hold on her tightens.

"Ah reckon we both said things we shouldn't have."

He strokes the top of her head soothingly.

"For what it worth, ma cherie, I am sorry."

She's surprised that his touch is as firmly methodical as Hank's. He continues the examination, thoroughly testing flexibility, estimating strength and considering possible tissue damage. Rogue smiles to herself, realizing that he is studying her with the same concentration he applies to picking a lock. Analyze. Calculate. Decide a course of action.

She jerks away with a gasp as his fingers flick the sole of her foot. He chuckles at her reaction.

"Don' t' ink you need to be worryin' 'bout reflexes. Can you roll over?"

She grunts with the effort. He helps ease her onto her stomach. His palms move smoothly across her neck and shoulders.

Don't pass out on us yet, sweetness.

Rogue clenches her teeth against the memory. She presses her palms tighter against the pillow, fighting the urge to gag at the feel of someone else's skin against her own.

Come on, girl, it's only Remy.

"You tense, chere. Ain't good for de team. Ain't good for you."


He lightly compresses her rib.


She bites her lip against the sudden stab of pain, trying in vain to stifle a gasp. Immediately, Remy eases his touch, changing from firm pressure to gentle stroking.

"We almos' done. Better?"

She nods.

"Gran'mere used to kiss my hurtin' away."

His breath tickles the small of her back as his palms slip lightly to her hips.


His lips brush her waist.

"--ah'm gonna--"

...gonna enjoy you, mutie girl...


She hears his voice, low and throaty, feels his palms dampen. It's more than she can bear.

"Ah'm gonna be sick!"

Reflexively, Remy snatches a nearby basin. One hand holds the pan for Rogue as the other smooths the hair from her face. Dry heaves wrack her body for several long, tense moments. Eventually, Rogue regains control. Grateful for the reprieve, she sinks back under the covers. She's asleep in moments, exhausted from the unexpected exertion.

Dis ain't de way I wanted t' ings to be.


Continued in Chapter 8


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