Disclaimer: All characters as of
below; not mine -- Marvel's. I'm going straight for the kill
Note: I've decided that listening to Alanis Morissette
(yes, one 'r') brings out all the ideas that have been lurking
in my head like restless spirits, and that wailing together
with her is an added effect, but the work comes out the same.
Oh, and Meredith Brooks ain't bad either ... Texas too. Hmm.
:D Kudos to the usual ppl, ya know who you are.
Storm looked at the note and shared the despair that her
friend was experiencing. Folding the piece of paper neatly
in half, she laid it on the exact spot where she had found
it, on her dresser. She sighed and seated herself on the edge
of the bed, wondering what she should do.
Rogue had gone away for a while, so she claimed, but Storm
knew that there was a chance that the younger woman might
choose not to come back. It broke her heart to see Rogue cornered
into this situation. How did that saying go...
"If you love them, set them free?"
That was exactly what Rogue was trying hard to do. Ororo
knew the reason now for Rogue's behaviour this past week;
Rogue had conveniently stayed out of Remy and Jenny's way,
constantly managing to conceal the truth from Remy about who
she really was to him.
In her letter, the Southerner described how she couldn't
take it anymore, seeing Remy and Jenny together and how much
happier he was than before the accident, when he was in love
with her. Rogue wanted him to love someone he could touch
and not have to brood over their 'tortured' love. Finally
her wish came true, but it was too hard to swallow, so she
did the thing that she did best -- run away.
Storm wiped away a single tear from her cheek, the weather
outside shifted from a dry night to a drizzle, mirroring her
emotions. She couldn't let this happen, no matter what Rogue
thought of her actions. How long could Rogue hide the truth
from the Cajun? His memory was bound to return, and when that
day came, there would be consequences.
She had to set things right.
Remy LeBeau poked his head into the kitchen and smiled cheekily
at the sight of Jenny covered in flour. She'd obviously been
trying to cook up some lunch, but all she was cooking up was
a storm of a mess. He ... His vision blurred suddenly, picking
up double-visions of whatever he tried to focus on. He leaned
on the doorway for support, relieved when he regained his
"Wha -- ?"
He still saw things in warped form, but he could make out
that there was a feminine figure standing there, but it wasn't
Jenny. It was ... Rogue? The Southern belle stood there by
the sink, where Jenny had been standing, kneading the dough
that Jenny had been working on, dressed in a revealing cropped
top and a pair of cut-off jeans. She looked up at him and
dimpled coyly, her beautiful green eyes sparkling just for
The room spun and Remy almost blacked out then, slipping
to the floor, breathing laboured.
Jenny ran over and asked him anxiously, "Remy?? Are
you alright? God, you look terrible! I'm gonna get Dr. McCoy!"
As the woman ran out of the kitchenette, the Cajun whispered
his cherie's name before the world went black.
Storm answered the phone, silently praying that it would
be Rogue. She smiled as the familiar Southern lilt began the
" ... Hello?" The voice stuttered.
"Thank Lord it's you, 'roro! Ah was afraid ... He might
Storm curled up on the couch and sighed. "What would
you have done, Rogue, if Remy had indeed answered instead
"Ah would've hung up," Rogue gave a nervous laugh
that didn't last long. "Ah jus' called ta let ya know
where ah am."
"Are you coming back anytime soon?"
" ... No, sugar. Ah don't think ah'm comin' back,"
Storm bolted from her seat, stunned by what she had heard
and demanded, "You're leaving the X-men? By the Goddess!
Rogue -- "
"Hold ya horses, Storm!! Ah ain't leavin' the X-men,
ah just can't stay with y'all; not like this. Cool it, boss.
Ah'm just movin' out, but ah'll have my communicator and ah
promise ah'll drop by."
"Child, I am not in any position to tell you what to
do with your life, but please, Rogue. How long do you think
you can keep Remy in the dark? Hank has already mentioned
that he might regain partial memory, you -- "
"Listen, O. Whatever's goin' on in my love life is strictly
my own private business. Ah love ya, ah know ya care, but
you're pushin' that line too far this time," Storm was
slightly startled at Rogue's harsh tone, but the anger soon
ebbed away and she spoke in hushed tones again. "Let
me handle this on my own, sugar. Ah need ta control a little
of my own life once in a while ... Ah need this,"
The older woman took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Quietly, she apologised and spoke no more of her disapproval.
Rogue was right; she'd hardly ever done anything on her own.
Storm took the address Rogue was at down and waited for her
friend to say something that would end the conversation.
"Ah gotta go, Storm. My room's ready an' waitin'. Ah'll
come over tomorrow ta pick up some things. Bye."
The line went dead after that. Storm sat there with the receiver
in her lap for a while, until Jean entered the hall and sensed
that something was amiss.
"Is something wrong, Ororo?"
Shaking her head slowly, Storm set the receiver back on the
Remy let out a little yelp as the rubber mallet hit the vulnerable
joint of his elbow, and rubbed it immediately to get rid of
the paralysing feeling. He swung his legs boyishly as he sat
on top on the examination bed, eyeing the furry blue Beast
who was busy contemplating which joint he should knock on
"Hey Bete, ya done?"
The Cajun fidgeted even more. He decided to try to get away
with it again.
"Hey, can I go now?"
Hank McCoy looked up severely at his patient and let his
mouth twist into a stern grimace.
"M'sieur LeBeau. Sit still before I decided to render
you helpless with these lovely retraining straps here."
His patient grudgingly obliged, and kept silent for a while
as Hank continued the medical examination.
"I saw somethin' weird earlier, Beast." Remy stuck
out his lower lip and chewed on it. "...Somethin' goin'
on wit' me and Rogue before de accident?"
He didn't get an answer.
"Ain't no use hidin' anythin' from me. I could feel
de tension everytime she was 'round me. Problem is, it ain't
fair t'Rogue, if we really had somethin' goin' on."
Remy didn't really expect an answer, but to his surprise,
Beast finally spoke.
"If you think you know the answers, then why not work
to seek the definite truth? Some things are best left alone,
Remy. But I wish you good luck anyway."
The doctor turned around and went back into his little laboratory,
leaving Remy free to leave as he pleased.
Continued in Chapter
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