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It wasn't much of the Beverly-Hills type of residential material,
but she was overjoyed. Her first room outside of the X-mansion,
away from the protection of the X-men. The freedom was already
making her giddy. Rogue wondered why she had never thought
of doing this before. Perhaps she didn't have a reason to
then. This might've been more of a forced action than a voluntary
Again, her thoughts wandered off to Remy LeBeau, wondering
what he was doing with Jenny right now. Holding her bare hand?
Kissing her? Maybe doing even more ... She blushed and snapped
out of her signature melancholy. The X-woman slipped her clothes
into the drawer provided, busying herself with settling down
into the small room. When everything was done a little while
later, she just stood there in the middle of the apartment
and surveyed her handiwork.
It was wonderful, but now she wanted nothing more than to
cool off with a shower.
Just as Rogue was about to hit the shower, there was a knock
on the door. Cautiously, she latched the door, opened it and
peered out. A handsome young man, a few years older than her,
smiled warmly at her, his strawberry blonde hair flopping
cutely over his forehead.
"Hi! I live next door, name's Gabriel Weldorf; call
The man extended his hand in a sincere welcome gesture. Rogue
dimpled coyly and shook his hand, careful to avoid any skin
"Glad t'meet ya, Gabriel. Ah'm ... Sabine ... Rogers."
It felt weird, telling someone her real name. But it sure
was a nicer
change from 'Rogue'.
"Sabine ... French, huh? It's a real charmer; so can
I call you Sabine?"
She nodded enthusiastically and beamed. It felt so good to
fit in for once, and to have a friend or acquaintance of her
own. Ten minutes in this new environment, and she had a little
normality going on already.
It was blissful.
Gabriel tucked his hands into his pockets and glanced around
the apartment and offered, "If you need any help, just
knock on my door, Sabine. I'll be glad to lend a hand,"
He hesitated a bit but continued, "Uhm ... Would you
like to have a little welcome dinner over my place tonight?
Pasta's on the menu."
Blinking in disbelief, Rogue took a little time to respond.
She was going to have to get used to this.
"Why, thank you; ah'd love to!"
Gabriel's face brightened immediately and gushed, "That's
great! C'mon over at 7 tonight, I'll have friends over so
we can mingle,"
"Sounds good, hon."
"How about you? Got any friends you'd wanna bring?"
She shook her head; he just shrugged and accepted that, ending
with, "That's okay ... I'll see you later!"
She stood there a little stunned. Maybe she just wasn't used
to being accepted and greeted with a warm welcome. Smiling,
Rogue went into the bathroom and wondered what to wear later.
How long could she keep dis from me? He busied his
hands with the lock on Storm's bedroom up on the attic. He
had overheard Storm and Rogue's phone conversation earlier.
Coulda asked Storm, but dis more fun. 'Sides, don' t'ink
she'd gimme Rogue's whereabouts anyways ...
Remy Lebeau smiled slyly as he heard a soft click as the
lock finally gave way to his thieving prowess. Maybe there
were some things that you could never forget. Stuffing the
lockpick set into his jeans pocket, he casually strolled into
the room and looked around on Storm's dresser.
A little black book.
He arched a brow and picked the book up, and, flipping through
the pages, he discovered that it was an address book.
Dis real easy, he thought in satisfaction to himself
as he looked for a freshly-inked entry.
Sure enough, there it was, in a recent handwritten scribble
of ink - Rogue's address. Well, at least he figured that that'd
be it, despite the fact that the address didn't have the owner's
name fixed to it, simply because he had seen no other new
entries. It was worth a shot, if it meant clearing things
up with Rogue.
The Cajun took down the address and left the book carefully
back in its place on the dresser and slipped out of the room,
locking the door on his way out. Walking down the hallway
back to his room, he stared at the piece of paper with Rogue's
What I say t'her? His footsteps came to a halt. What
He couldn't remember what he loved about Rogue. She was a
very attractive young woman, yes, but it felt so wrong to
be with someone whom you couldn't recall loving ... And yet,
it was awkward to have developed strong feelings for Jenny
while having a nagging feeling that he had something special
with Rogue when ... Well, when he was ... himself. His memory
might come back to him. Then again, it might not return fully.
Perhaps there would be parts that he'd never recall totally.
What if those permanently lost memories held those of him
and Rogue? Moving towards the door of his room again, he felt
a big headache coming on.
"Sugar ... "
It was a faintest of whispers, but he heard the husky, feminine
voice reverberating in his mind.
Remy looked up sharply at the open doorway of his room ...
She was there. Rogue. Dressed in nothing else but a filmy
T-shirt, sitting on the edge of his bed, and dimpling coyly
His little 'normal' fantasy.
He remembered that. His sub-conscious knew everything, he
just had to open up that closed window ... But how? Rogue
was still there, blushing, waiting ... Then he shook his head
to clear it and she was gone. He felt disappointed ... And
hot under the collar. Remy found that he only wanted to be
with Rogue now ...
The Cajun whirled to face Storm, who looked quite shocked
to see him in her room.
Straightening his back, he nodded to acknowledge her presence,
albeit with a touch of cockiness.
"What are you doing in my room?" the windrider
He shrugged casually as if he had committed no wrong and
replied, "Jus' lookin' around ... "
Storm regarded him coldly and said haughtily, "Of course
you are, Remy."
An awkward silence ensued.
Finally, Remy sighed and handed her the piece of paper he'd
tucked into his jeans pocket. "Jus' wanted t'find her,
dat's all. Sorry I had t'sneak in ya room, chere."
"What do you wish to achieve from looking for Rogue?"
Storm walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge. She
motioned for him to do the same, and he obliged.
"I dunno." Remy rubbed the stubble on his chin
thoughtfully. "De truth dat y'all won't tell or really
don't know? It not fair t'me, Rogue or Jenny. What happens
later if I make a full recovery?"
"Rogue chose it to be this way. Shouldn't you respect
"Respect what? I don't even remember! Dieu! Don't I
get t'chose none?" Remy pushed himself off the bed and
strode over to the opposite end of the room, trying to keep
his temper in control. "It so hard. Why didn't ya tell
me in de first place when I came back, Storm?"
"This is between you and Rogue. She didn't make any
plans to tell you. How could I interfere?"
"She too foolish. How long did she t'ink this li'l game
could play on?"
He looked at his feet, a pained expression on his face.
"Here." He looked up at Storm; her hand offered
the return of the slip of paper. "Do as you wish ...
I only ask that you let Jenny down gently, my friend."
"O'course, Stormy. Merde, I wanna do dat too..."
Quietly, he accepted the offer and slipped out of the room
Continued in Chapter
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