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Chapter rating: T with language.

I Would Pick You Up If I Could Try.

Chapter Four.

Gambit walked the halls to dinner, thinking about anything that wasn't the striped hair southern belle. He was thinking about how 'super' these hero's really were. They didn't seem to do anything other than play teacher and mommy the students here. Maybe they were super if that meant super good with kids? He silently scoffed, was all this jazz he'd been hearing about these do-gooders really just idle gossip?

He knew that people tend to create imaginary super hero's when they need solace, he'd been put in the place of a persons hero only for them to give him that soul crushed look when they realized their knight in shining armor was the dragon in disguise from the very beginning.

If these people weren't all they were cracked up to be then he was just wasting his time. He really didn't have time to waste, he hoped that this dinner showed some sort of potent-oohf-

A soft body slammed straight into his and he felt every part of his body come to life as he felt a protective need to stop said body from falling down, his hand reached out and snatched a soft but toned upper arm and his other hand circled around a thin waist. He pulled her close and for a second stayed like that. Her soft body cradled onto him feeling so secure and-and right.

It didn't take more than a second for him to snap out of his, what ever the fuck it was, and pull the girl a safe distanced from his thundering heart. He found himself still gripping her, but that wasn't his fault, his hands just really didn't want to listen to him right now. Her giant eyes were staring at him with a look of clean surprise, her mouth parted in giving her a breathless look. Her hair was slightly tousled and her make-up smeared a bit. Her skin slightly damp and warm under his touch.

He was suddenly filled with a sick revulsion. He had seen her look like this once before, except more feral. He felt bile fill his throat and a growl sound deep in his chest. She looked like she just got done fucking. He may be dense sometimes but he wasn't dumb.

His hands gripped her tighter and felt his insides burn, feeling betrayed as her glassy eyes looked at him with a emoticon he couldn't decipher.

The sound of a door on the other end of the room opening diverted her eyes but he couldn't stop holding her. He felt. Felt so much.

He didn't care what he was feeling but all he knew was that it hurt.

A lot.

The feelings kicked in his mutation and he pulled not wanting to do something stupid because of feelings he couldn't even recognize. He turned his eyes away from her when he heard a few accumulated gasps, and let her go as if she burned when he saw all the eyes in the room staring at him.

He stared at all the eyes and raised a brow and his chest rumbled with a growl when he noticed a certain ice boy with ruffled clothes and the look of victory in his eyes.

He finally broke the silence with a not so courteous "What?" His accent thick with anger.

He cast his eyes to his side and Anna-Rouge-whatever looked like she just got caught with her hand a cookie jar. Then out of no-where, Wolvie of all people stood up and started walking cautiously towards the girl who stared at him with wide, fearful eyes. When he got within reaching distance he put a hand out, Gambit watched this with strained eyes. He wanted to put himself between the burly man and the petite femme. But as Wolverine reached the tips of his fingers to Rouges face, the pads of his fingers about to graze her temple…

"Logan don-!" Rouges thrill scream set off a bomb in the room.

What happened next was a flurry of motion and screams, he watched as the moment Wolverines fingers grazed her skin he was sent shuffling backwards howling, his hands gripping his head and Gambit watched in horror as three sharp silver blades slid out of his knuckles on both hands. Everything happened in a blur, the yellow coated femme started screaming hysterically along with Wolverine. Rouge was holding her head wailing.

Wolverine eyes were dark, he could see the mans mind was elsewhere as he growled and muttered absently.

Bobby was holding Jubes' back from running towards the crazed Canadian and Hank, in his attempt to get up in a hurry, knocked the whole table down, the crashing of glass and the screams of several different people had Gambit reeling. Pete had stood defiantly, waiting to intervene if needed, Kitty and Warren stared on with shocked looks.

Rogue was pulling at her hair screaming, her piercing screams made him forget him previous anger. Before he could act they all were suddenly drenched with water.

Remy turned confused eyes towards the opposite of the room and saw the African beauté levitating. Levitating, if that didn't throw him off her shocking white eyes did. He was at a loss for a second. Everything seemed to calm under the rainfall. Good ol' Wolvie seemed, at least, slightly coherent and Jubes' stopped her hysterical cries along with Rogue.

Everyone crowded Wolverine who just collapsed in a heap on the marble tile. He started rushing to Wolverines side, worried words floated to his ears through the on pour of rain. He stilled when he heard soft feet padding on wet carpet, turning he caught a glimpse of silver escaping through the door.

Taking only a second to think about his next move, he chased after her.

When he rounded a corner he only caught her shadow, he kept following her speed, trying to not alert her, he was surprised when her pace never slowed. She just kept running down halls and up and up and up stairs. Her feet barley touching the ground, her breath coming out in small pants. Silver and brown hair danced behind her shoulders. She ran and kept running until she burst out a door leading to the roof. He slowed his feet and caught the door before it slammed.

Stepping out in the crisp air he saw a new part of her.

It wasn't the fury and belle woman, who was so full of passion that it made his insides twist.

Nor was it the girl who was shy and afraid, the girl he wanted to shield from the world.

This new part of her was broken. Soft sobs came out in a stutter like she was a scratched record, Her shoulders were slumped and her arms looked so thin as they cradled her ribs. Suddenly the soaked black dress wasn't sexy, it was dark and harsh against her pale skin. Her hair was wet and clung to her like thorny vines.

A part of him knew that he shouldn't be here, that he should go back down and figure out what just happened, that part of him whispered logic, how would it look? Gambit chasing after a fille who just knocked down the most intimidating man he'd ever met? He'd look crazy. Hell, maybe he was crazy. Crazy enough to find himself wrapped around the insane, broken, striped haired woman, her cold, wet flesh pressed against his hot, damp skin. He tucked her head under his chin, his hands resting on her hips. He must have been crazy because he found himself rocking her slowly back and forth.

"shhhh, ne pleure pas ma cherie, son bien." His voice was barley above a whisper, her body shivered under his. He didn't know if it was water or tears her saw glinting in the light on her face. But if he had to guess it'd be the latter

"Mmm. Belles filles comme toi ne doit pas pleurer, son bien maintenant." Her sobs slowed to soft hiccups. Her cold body warming slowly as he continued to rock back and forth. He hummed quietly while whispering, "Tout va bien. Tout va bien…" He repeated, moving his mouth to the shell of her ear. His voice lowered a few octaves. "Tout va bien." And she pulled away quickly, her eyes made only brighter by the tears that haven't escaped them. With a slightly uncoordinated stumble her eyes darted to him, her lips sucked in breath and he was half expecting her to jump him exclaiming her love and affection for him, like every other girl he'd attempted to be at least chivalrous to had.

"What tha hell?" Well, that wasn't what he was expecting.

"How can youh touch meh afta what ah jus' did?" her voice was loud if not slightly coarse and teetering on hysterical. He stared at her, knowing that whatever he said would only worsen the situation. He simply took in her fragile features, awaiting the shouting that he knew would come.

Again, she surprised him. He was really gonna' have to start predicting this les filles

unpredictability. Her body visibly relaxed. A sigh escaped her mouth. She unconsciously bit her lip, looking for the words to describe what the fuck just happened down there, he would assume at least.

"Look, this whole-" she emphasized her point with a wild hand gesture around the space between their bodies, "-touchin' thang, is pretteh new to meh." he raised an eyebrow and couldn't help himself, what with her accent all thick and sexy and her lips pouty and wet.

"Thas not what I 'memah, I've nevah met a fille belle with such a talented tongue. 'Coulda sworn youh were an expert." He stated before he could even manage a smirk at the blush that spread across her face, realization dawned on him.

He was her first.

Shit

Though many people would argue, Remy LeBeu wasn't a evil bastard who broke into bed chambers in the middle of the night to steal young maidens virtue, he preferred for 'seasoned' women. Or as you'd put it, a quick fuck with a beaute who didn't do commitment. The fact that this girl was so attractive and didn't have her cherry gone and popped before he came rolling in set off warning alarms in his head. Was she was secretly a crazed stalker, a psychopath or an addict or something wild?

Gambit stared her lithe body. He didn't really get that kinda' vibe from this fille. Her hair was a bit strange, but it was sexy as hell on her- "-Then youh come out of NOWHERE, whisperin' sexy French things in mah ear, ya know," He stared at her, the fire in her eyes was comforting, at least she didn't look like she was about to shatter into a billion pieces, and he didn't have to feel responsible.

"ah don't even SPEAK FRENCH!" At that she was huffing, and he couldn't help himself. Really. Her wet frizzy hair and her smeared make-up, the way she was fuming like a child it was just to much.

A low chuckle emerged from deep within his throat, and made itself into an all out laugh.

She stared at him dumbfounded before a small giggle escaped her mouth, her hands quickly covered her mouth. Furrowing her brows, "And what about this do youh find funneh, swamp rat?"

He smirked at that. "Ahw, petnames now? How cute." She blushed and glared harder.

With a annoyed sigh she poked his chest. "My whole life is goin' to shit, and yur laughin'?" She poked his chest a bit harder at that and another chuckled bubbled up his throat.

"Ah, mon cherie, sumtimes laughin' is all youh can do when yur life in fallin' apart." He chuckled at her taken back expression.

"Well, how philosophical of youh." Remy could swear she was pouting, and damn if he didn't wanna nibble on that bottom lip.

"And those stupid glasses' why you tryin' to hide all the time?" She snapped and swiped them off his face with quick accuracy. He watched her put them on her head, and felt something in him shift as she stared at his eyes like they were the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. He closed them and made a blind reach for his glasses. She ducked and swatted him away. He chucked and heard her giggle, opening his eyes he laughed a bit more because his glasses had fallen on her face, hanging on the tip of her nose giving her a spy-ish feeling. She blushed and shuffled the glasses back onto her head and quacked when her stomach growled.

He chuckled more. "Dinna is probably cold, by now, ohh Stormy is gonna' be pissed.." He said and immediately regretted it as he watched her face fall at the mention of the others.

With another sigh she wiped the smeared mascara from under her eyes and plopped down on the cold floor. He stared at her with interest crouched down slightly in front of her, just enough so he was a bit taller then her.

"Ima go back down dere and try to sort through that mess. Y'wanna come?" He asked softly.

"Naw, ah dun' think I'm quite wanted at tha moment." She said and he could hear the sadness in her voice even though her face remained neutral as her eyes gazed at the stars.

"Gambit isn't quite comfortable with leavin' a belle out here by herself." He said feeling a bit dizzy as he counted the colors in her eyes.

"Ah can handle tha big bad monsters by mahself." she said as her emeralds shifted to him.

His breath left him for a moment. "Maybeh you dun' have t' do everyt'in' alone."

She looked away again, thinking, it was a long moment before she spoke again, "Aren't youh gonna' ask?"

"Ask what, cherie?" His voice lower then usual.

"Ask why no-one ever touches meh, why when ah walk down a hall everyone whispers?" She said bitterness working its way into her honey sweet voice.

"Why they don't even know mah real name?" She whispered, the words so quite and frail.

The stars danced on her eyes, and he felt his hands reaching out and slowly tracing her jaw, her skin warm but still cool against his. The pads of his thumbs pressed her chin upwards, and he leaned in. His lips ghosting over hers.

"Everyone has t'eir secrets cherie..." He whispered her breath mingling with his.

"yeah, but everyone isn't poisonous." She whispered back, their faces so close…

He met her lips lightly a soft, sweet kiss. He pulled back only slightly. She bit her lip harshly. "tres beaute women are mah favorite kinda poison." he heard himself whispering before pulling away, standing he slide his glasses off her head.

"Careful, Gambit's not gonna' be here t' protect youh." He had made it to the doorway before her soft voice sounded in his ears.

"Remy?" She whispered, her voice unsure. His actual name sounding strange in his ears.

"Yes, cherie?" He said, his voice light.

"What does 'Tout va bien.' mean?" Her tongue fumbling clumsily over the foreign words.

He smiled softly.

"It means 'everything is alright.'"

With that he was gone.

Rogue watched him walk away, feeling warm and dizzy. She contemplated how complicated this whole thing was. With a sigh she looked down and in her lap.

Laying there innocently was a Queen of Hearts playing card.

She moaned and buried her face in her hands,

This was so complicated.

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