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"Where. Is. She?"
"I. Don't. Know."
The two men faced each other. Red eyes looked into brown.
The air between them crackled with electrical tension. Neither
wanted to turn away and concede defeat.
"She left me dis note. Here, read it."
Gambit handed the crumpled piece of paper to Iceman, who
scanned it quickly.
I'm sorry that I can't tell you this myself, but I knew you'd
insist on coming with me and I have to do this on my own.
Something from my past has returned and I have to confront
it now, or I'll never be able to look myself in the mirror
again. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine and home real soon.
"Oui, like I can help worryin' about de femme."
He replaced the paper in his pocket.
"She says she'll be back soon. Maybe, she's just gone
for the day." Iceman shrugged.
"Know first hand dat it takes longer'n'dat t'get rid
o' de skeletons in y'closet. Also know, y'shouldn' have t'do
"She obviously feels she does."
"Mon Dieu. If anyt'ing happens to her..."
"Chill, LeBeau. The woman's well-nigh invulnerable.
It'd take a tank to even bruise her." Iceman laughed.
"Ain't her physical state I'm worried about."
"What do you mean."
"I mean she pretends t'be tough an' all, both inside
an' out; pretends never to need no-one. But when y'get beneath
de mask - de smoke an' mirrors - she's vulnerable. Helluva
vulnerable. I'd hate t'see her get hurt again."
"You actually do seem to care about her." Iceman
had a strange expression on his face. "I misjudged you."
"I thought you were out to use her; that you didn't
really care about her; that it was all just a game to you."
He looked away. "I tried to warn her against you."
"De funny t'ing is, Drake, a few weeks ago y'woulda
been right. It did start dat way ... she was de greatest challenge
I'd ever had - a woman I was unable t'touch - couldn't resist
trying my luck with her." Gambit laughed. "Den somewhere
along de line it all changed. I ended up wantin' her - needin'
her - as much as she did me. Even more, p'rhaps."
"I know we aren't buds or anything." Iceman laughed,
"Hell, I don't even like you very much."
"De feelin's mutual, Bobby."
"But I think that you're actually good for Rogue ...
well ... that you aren't particularily bad for her."
"Merci, I'm glad she's got a friend like ya t'watch
out f'r her."
"Gee, I'm touched. In a macho kind of way."
Gambit laughed, "Almost had a moment dere, Drake."
"Better watch out that we don't." Iceman echoed
his laughter, "I might end up liking you."
The phone rang.
"I'll get it." Iceman yelled, running in the direction
of the sound. As he skidded across the floor he picked up
the receiver from its hook.
"Hello, Xavier School for Gifted Children? How may I
"Bobby?" Her accent was unmistakable.
"One of the first and still the cutest X-Man. Where
are you, Rogue?"
"Caldecott, Mississippi, Caldecott?"
"Ain't too many towns with that name, sugah."
"Why are you in your old hometown?"
"Nevah mind. Ah just wanted t'phone t'let y'all know
Ah'm fine and Ah'll be back in a week odd.
Don't let anyone follow me. Please."
"Okay ... uh ... Rogue?"
"Who was dat?" Gambit walked into the room.
"Mon Dieu. Did she tell ya where she is?"
"Kind of ... but she didn't want me to tell anybody."
"Jus' call me nobody." Gambit smiled, "Hate
t'do dis t'ya, Drake, but dere somet'ings dat a man got no
He looked the younger man directly in the eyes, using a power
which he barely understood and even less used to control his
mind. Iceman had the horrible sensation of falling and flying;
of feeling his willpower diminish; of knowing that he had
no control of his actions.
"She's in Caldecott." His voice sounded hollow
to his own ears.
"Merci. Ya'll be fine in a few minutes an' won't remember
Gambit pushed open the door to the hallway and ran towards
the hangar where the mini-jet was waiting.
"Huh? What the heck just happened?" Iceman shook
his head, trying to remove the cobwebs from his mind. "And
where did that darn cajun go?"
Giving up on finding answers to any of the questions, Iceman
settled back into the sofa and flicked the television on.
"In further news on the Kyrgyzstan front, the metallic
monster known as Omega Red is still at large. Citizens are
advised to report any further disturbances to their local
police station, and not to confront him by themselves..."
"That will be unneccesary..." Piotr Rasputin walked
into the police station, "I have your Omega Red right
"Thank you, Tomarvisch." The policeman wiped his
forehead, "But we would have appreciated it if he was
... uh ... intact for questioning."
"Nyet. The monster has gotten the punishment he deserved,
meted out by me." Colossus slammed the table at which
the policman sat, splintering it.
"D ... da. Thank you, once more."
The policeman swept the metal bits into a plastic bag and,
sealing it, placed it in a cupboard.
"Who's she, momma? Huh ... huh? Who's th' funny lookin
lady? Huh, momma, huh?"
"Hush, darlin'. It ain't polite t'stare at people ...
even if'n they are freaks."
From where she was standing, she could hear every word they
said. Throughout her life she had been called many things
- daughter; freak; X-Man. Now, she had taken a name indicative
of her singular personality. Rogue. She continued down the
street, hugging her overcoat to her. It was as much for protection
against the stares of people as it was against the icy wind.
"Don't remember seein' her around before."
"Steer clear o' her, sugah. She looks kinda *weird*,
if'n y'know what Ah mean."
"Don't y'all worry about that, darlin'."
"Lawd. Ah hope she don't stick around."
"She won't. We'll make sure o' that."
"Thank th' Almighty for th' Friends o' Humanity."
His laughter cut her to the bone. She had never realised before
how bigoted her townsfolk were; trapped in a pre-Civil War
mindset; bent on the elimination of anything different to
themselves. Although she was more than capable of disposing
with a vigilante group, she was tired of having to fight simply
to survive from day to day; tired of being so concerned with
survival that she couldn't enjoy being alive. The hospital
lay ahead of her. Its simple white walls, decorated with a
red cross, were a reminder of why she was here. Of her own
guilt which she was here to expiate.
"No time like the present." She thought resolutely
and pushed open the plate-glass doors. The small waiting was
warm, compared to the outside air. Its bench-lined walls and
vinyl floors could have belonged to any hospital in the world,
as could the scent of antiseptic that cloyed the air.
"May Ah help y'all, miss?" The tone of the secretary's
voice made a simple question seem like interrogation.
"Ah'm here t'see ... t'see Cody Robbins."
"Let me see where he is." She tapped away at a
keyboard in front of her. "Room 17. Go straight in."
She walked down the hallway, her footsteps seeming impossibly
loud in the quiet of the hospital, tapping a staccato beat
in time with her heart.
"When will they be ready?"
"Soon, Senator. I'm working as fast as I can."
Bolivar Trask's voice was tinged with annoyance.
"If I had more funding . . . ."
"The government can't afford to donate any more without
it becoming public knowledge." Robert Kelly replied.
"It would be detrimental to our next campaign to be associated
directly with you."
"Perhaps it's time we revealed our plans to the public
"Perhaps. Here are the plans for Project: D-Day, as
we have codenamed it."
"How apt." Trask took the folder from the Senator.
"Do you not feel some remorse for what we are doing?
That it may actually be wrong?"
"None whatsoever. Mutants took my wife from me. I promised
on that day that it would never again happen to another man
or woman. That I would rid the world of mutantkind forever."
"My sympathies. I lost my daughter to mutants as well."
"Was that what drove you to create these ... Sentinels?"
"That and more. Much, much more."
Kelly nodded, unwilling to ask further. "Excellent,
Trask. I will leave the folder with you to peruse at your
"Thank you. Goodbye, Senator."
"Goodbye, Bolivar. Hopefully, when next we meet, it
will be time to begin the end..."
"Mr Robbins? There's someone here to see you."
The false cheeriness of the nurse's voice cut through the
stillness of the room.
"Thank you, Nurse Humphries. Send him in." Cody
lay back in bed, preparing for another long visit with Doctor
Lee. He liked the Asian man, but was getting tired of seeing
him and only him day after day. To his surprise, the door
slowly opened, revealing a beautiful woman. She looked nervous,
like a deer caught in the headlights with no way of escaping.
"Cody. This is Sabrina." The nurse's voice was
gentle, "I'll leave you two kids alone now."
She shut the door behind her as she left the room. Cody felt
the words he had planned to say stick in his throat, as he
looked at her. She was an angel; the most lovely woman he
had ever seen.
"Lawd ... y'all got even more beautiful as you got older."
"Still th' same old Cody, evah a sweet word for a lady."
Her accent was slightly different, less Southern than he remembered.
"Please sit. You're makin' me even more nervous than
Ah am already." He gestured to a seat next to his bed.
She sat on the edge, as if she was prepared to run at any
"We've got a lot of catchin' up t'do." He said.
"It's been eight years, or so Ah've been told."
"It has been." Sabrina sighed. "Eight long
"It seems like just yesterday that we were on the banks
of the Mississippi at th' end of our first date, young an'
in love. Amazin' how time flies when you're in a coma."
She smiled slightly. "Nevah had th' experience."
"It's scary. Ah guess it's like bein' adrift in a boat
in a river without any oars. You can see th' shore but you
just can't reach it. Like ... you're asleep an' awake all
at th' same time." Cody shivered.
"Kinda like bein' blind. Like knowin' that there's something
there - but you just can't see it."
"Exactly. You always did understand me." He paused,
smiling, "I said you were the smartest woman I ever knew."
"An' Ah said that y'all couldn't o' known many women,
if that was what you thought of me."
"An' Ah replied that Ah didn't want to know any other
woman if I had you."
Her eyes were sad, as if she was remembering something which
she'd rather have forgotten.
"You always were a smooth talker."
"You always were attracted to smooth talkers."
"Guess Ah was." She laughed, "Guess Ah still
He grinned, suddenly hopeful.
"The king o' th' silver tongue at your service, miss
"What did you call me?"
"Ain't been called that foh a long time." She sighed.
"Not since Ah left Caldecott."
"That's the one thing Ah don't understand ... why'd
"Ah couldn't stay. Not after th' townfolks blamed me
foh what happened to you."
"You had nothing to do with it. It was a freak accident,
"They said it was an accident caused by a freak."
"A freak? You? That's impossible."
Her face was filled with sadness. "Ah've since learnt
that nothin's impossible, darlin'."
"Sabrina. Tell me what happened on that night. What
She stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the
horizon. The town of Caldecott had settled into its midday
siesta, and barely anyone was on the streets. A gentle wind
blew through the trees, scattering the golden leaves, like
confetti on a wedding day.
"Ah'm a mutant, Cody."
"Wha--?" He sat upright, disbelieving his ears.
"That night, when we kissed, Ah didn't know ... about
" More o' a curse. When Ah touch someone, Ah take everythin'
from them - their lives, their memories, their dreams and
hopes. Everythin'. Leavin' them a hollow shell of what they
"Mah Lawd. That's what happened to me."
Sabrina nodded. "If'n Ah'd known..."
"That don't matter."
"It don't?" Her voice was surprised and hopeful.
"What matters is that Ah loved you. Ah still do..."
She turned around to face him, "Even after...?"
"Yeah ... But you're a mutie, Sabrina, an' Ah'm human.
That ain't right."
"What do you mean?"
"How can Ah be in love with someone who ain't even mah
"But ... but..."
"Ain't no buts about it. It's over. Forever."
"Y'all are breakin' up with me simply because Ah'm a
"Nope. Because Ah can't spend mah life knowin' that
th' woman Ah love is less than human."
"Foh eight long years Ah loved you and mourned foh you.
Ah wouldn't allow mahself t'move on because o' you - because
o' what you meant t'me. An' now, Ah realise that Ah was in
love with a bigot th' whole time." She shook her head
disbelievingly. "A bigot."
"How would you feel if th' woman you love turns out
t'be a mutie?" Cody replied, angrily.
"Same as if th' man you love turns out t'be everythin'
you most hate."
"Lawd, Sabrina. Since Ah could walk, Ah was told that
muties were evil; impure freaks tryin' t'corrupt th' human
species. Ah can't change th' way Ah feel overnight. Not even
"Ah was brought up th' same way. Brought up t'hate mahself,
mah species." She laughed bitterly, "Ah changed.
Why can't you?"
"You were always much stronger than me, Sabrina. If'n
Ah love a mutie, Ah'll be an outcast. No-one'll talk to me,
treat me decent - Ah'll just be that mutie-lover' to
"But you'll have me ... we can move away, somewhere
better, somewhere where they don't hate mutants." Desperation
saturated her voice .
"No. Caldecott is mah home. Ah can't leave it. Lawd,
Sabrina, Ah love this town. Ah was born here, mah parents
are buried here, Ah'm gonna be buried here with them one day."
"So. Ah guess there's nothing more t'say."
"No. Ah'm sorry, Sabrina. Sorry that it couldn't have
"No, you ain't." She pushed the door open, letting
it close behind her before she broke down in tears.
Ah think on that day, at that moment, Sabrina died forever.
Th' part of me that had always carried a flame for Cody Robbins
died, taking with it the little girl from Caldecott who believed
From then on, Ah knew that Ah couldn't never go back to mah
previous life; that Ah had t'look ta th' future an' everythin'
it held. Ah never called mahself Sabrina again. Ah was Rogue,
an' everythin' that she brought with her - good an' bad. It
was kinda sad in a way, because Ah often used t'pretend that
Ah could close mah eyes, be back in Mississippi, an' nothin'
would o' changed.
Naive, Ah guess, but comfortin'. In another way, it was perhaps
th' best thing that evah happened to me...
"Dis where she came from." Gambit wrinkled his
nose in distaste, "So much for de psychologist's theories
'bout bein' de product of y'surroundings."
Caldecott was not a beautiful town. It was little more than
a series of wooden houses propped up against each other and
packaged in picket fencing. A small general store seemed to
be the center of the town, in front of which was a park where
children were playing tag.
"Boom. Boom. Ah got you, you mutie scum." One shrieked.
"Unfair. Why do Ah always have t'be th' freak? It's
mah turn t'be the FOH."
"No way. You were the FOH yesterday."
"Ah'm not playing nomore." The little girl walked
"Spoilsport." Her friend called after her.
Gambit sighed. He'd never had much of childhood; his games
being those of survival and thievery. It was almost pleasant
to watch children playing, and thinking of what his life might
have been like had he a mother and a father.
"Ah'm warnin' you, mutie. Get away from our kids."
A woman's angry voice yelled, "Don't need freaks like
you messing with them."
He turned, thinking she was speaking to him.
"Pardon ... Mon Dieu."
The woman's hostility was directed at a child, little more
than 10 or 12, who had come to play with the other two girls.
She was uniquely beautiful with long blue hair and dark spots
on her pale skin.
"Ah'm sorry, Miss Taylor. Ah never thought that..."
"Time you did, mutie. We don't like your kind playin'
with our children."
"Dis be disgusting." Gambit strode over to where
the woman was standing. She was plump and middle-aged with
"Pardonnez-moi, Madame ... couldn't help noticin' what
was goin' on. Would it hurt for de fille jus' t'play wit'
She spun around, her eyes furious. "Who are you, some
kind of mutie-lover?"
"Non, Madame. Jus' a concerned citizen."
"You're a mutie. Look at your eyes." She was horrified
and disgusted all at once.
"Most women tell me dey're attractive." He smiled,
attempting to use his charm on her. She flicked her head away,
before he could reel her in.
"Ah'm gonna call mah husband. He's a member of th' FOH
- he'll sort you out. Freak." She spat the last word
out as she walked off into the distance.
"Such friendly people in dis town." Gambit commented,
"So much for Southern Hospitality."
The crack of a shot rang out over the quiet city. The children
scattered to the nearest building where they stood peeping
through the thick glass panes.
"I hear we've got a mutie here, Jeb."
"Correction. Had a mutie here."
The two men approached the young thief, leering.
"So, mutie. Do we give you a sporting chance, or do
we just shoot you like the dog you are?"
"Gambit always enjoys a game. Here, let me deal."
Reflexes took over, controlling the flick of the cards. The
guns exploded in a mass of shrapnel.
"Mutie dog. You'll pay for that."
"Mon ami, didn' your poppa ever teach you it's a bad
idea t'threaten a man whose in a better position than you?"
"No, guess your daddy forget to teach you to watch your
back." Triumph was on the man's face.
"That's why Ah'm here." A woman's voice from behind
him made Gambit smile.
"What would I do wit'out you, chere?"
Rogue voice was angry, "Be dead foh a start."
She threw a man down on the floor. "This fine, upstandin'
citizen had a gun trained on your back."
"Den it's twice I owe ya."
"Y'also owe me an explanation. Why in Sam Hill are y'here,
Remy, after Ah asked you not ta come?"
"Later, chere." Gambit spun round, releasing a
card, "Looks like more friends were invited to dis party."
"Excuses. Excuses." She uppercutted a tall man,
sending him into the top branches of a tree.
"Get both of them!"
"Chere, looks like dese people don't know how t'spell
quit." Gambit grinned, "Jus' what I like - a bigot
"Then it's time t'give them an English lesson."
He couldn't help but admire the fluidity and grace of her
movements as she dispatched the FOH.
She was a force of nature, a hurricane, powerful and merciless,
destroying everything standing in her path.
"Ah'd watch mahself 'stead of the lady." Rogue
cautioned him as she swooped down on another hapless Friend.
With a smile, Gambit threw a card, knocking down the man who
had her in the sights of his weapon.
"Good t'ing I *was* watchin' you, petite."
Weaponless, outmatched and battered, the Friends of Humanity
looked around nervously.
"Next time you won't be so lucky, freaks."
They melted into the shadows as quickly as they had come,
leaving the two young mutants alone in a scene of destruction.
The grass of the park was scorched and the flowers blackened.
Of the tree, only a few splintered pieces of wood remained.
The few townsfolk came out of hiding and stared accusingly
- and nervously - at them.
"Ah think we should be goin', Gambit."
"Not gonna disagree wit' you dere, chere."
"Hold on tight." She scooped him up in her arms
and lifted off the ground.
"A romantic midday flight, Rogue? Y'shouldn' have."
"Let's see how romantic it gets when we're dodgin' bullets."
She grimaced. "Th' Friends are back, an' they got more
Beneath them, a crowd was gathered. The light glinted off
the iron muzzles of shotguns and the click of bullets being
loaded into chambers was clearly audible.
"Relax an' leave everyt'ing up t'me." Gambit grinned,
extracting a pack of cards from his pocket, "One diversion
The sky rained cards which exploded where they landed. The
crowd quickly dispersed.
"Remy! That was reckless ... innocent bystanders coulda
"Better den dat de woman I love is? I t'ink not."
Rogue's mouth twisted, trying to look disapproving in spite
of herself. "Still ... it was wrong."
"Is dat de Cyclops look? De one dat says I'm both irresponsible
and reckless, an' dat I'll get both of us killed one day?"
She landed in a meadow nearby.
"Have Ah got it down that well?"
"Petite, if you an' Cyclops were in a room, couldn't
tell de difference at dis moment."
"Y'all are way too cocky foh your own good." She
"But y'love me for it."
Rogue laughed. "Yes. Still, don't mean that Ah approve
of everythin' you do." She paused, her expression becoming
serious, "Like followin' me here ... why'd'ya do it?
Ah'm assumin' it weren't to sample th' local cuisine?"
Gambit grinned, "I was worried about you, Rogue."
Her eyes looked confused, "Ah asked you not ta - if
you loved me, you would have listened ta me. Known that Ah
had to do this by mahself."
"Strange. My love f'r you is de very same reason I'm
here." He stopped, "Chere ... what did you come
Tears spilled down her cheeks as the emotions of the day
overwhelmed her, hitting her with sledgehammer force.
"Ah'll tell you later. But foh now, Remy, hold me ...
just hold me..."
Continued in Chapter
1. Pourquoi means why. Every time I use the word I think of
the Animaniacs episode where Mindy was in France!
2. I hated the XTAS Episode where Cody 'came back to life'.
This is my take on the situation, and not at all related to
anything Marvel has approved. (I thought Cody sounded like
Goofy that episode ... Hyuk, hyuk, Possum!)
* Is a 'beautiful' future in store for Gambit?
* D-Day approaches!
* How is Sinister connected to everything?
* How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could
To the answers to these questions and more, join me for Smoke
and Mirrors 11!
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