My first x-men fic ever. I was always a fan of x men, and just
discovered evolution, so I thought, what the hey, I'll bring in my favorite
couple as so many authors do. I don't own x-men by the way, Marvel does.
Summary: What if Remy had found Rogue passed out during "Self Possessed?" Rest assured that the Florence Nightingale Effect doesn't just apply to woman {fyi: Florence Nightingale Effect is where doctors/nurses/people taking care of somebody fall in love with the patient}. So r/r and thanks in advance.
La Destinée Chere
Chapter 1: So We Meet Again?
The voices and feelings were filling her head with the constant, unstoppable agony, each fighting for control. She felt buried alive in the sea of people, each never ending their battle with her. It was too much to control, they had beaten her down with their screams, and had severed her with their forceful actions. They weren't real, that is what she kept telling herself, they were only thoughts, memories, images of those she absorbed. Her friends were rushing towards her, bound to snap her out of this instability, but they wouldn't let her go to them. Instead, she fought the people she cared about; she hurt them using their own powers.No more.
"Stay back!!" she warned desperately as she sent thunderbolts down upon them. She needed to get out of their before somebody was seriously injured, so with her last ounce of strength, she used Kurt's powers and teleported away from them. She had no idea where she had gone, she just felt herself sharply fall onto the ground.
Grabbing at her head she lay there, crying in pain and confusion. Everything was a blur to her, because there were too many warped perceptions of the things she was seeing. Through everyone's eyes though, she saw a variation of a figure walking, no, striding to her. He kneeled down and gently touched her face with a gloved hand, he then sighed.
"Je suis un tel idiot pour les dames," the man said, meaning that he was such a fool for ladies. Ever so carefully, he lifted her into his arms, and began to walk. She was crying again, and trying to say something anything.
"Shh, be still chere," he whispered. Rogue lifted her head slightly and was able to catch the man's eyes, black and red, before slipping into unconsciousness.
Remy, or Gambit, cursed himself as he walked into his temporary home, his 'sanctuary.' Why had he taken pity on his bosses' enemy? It simply was not like him, although, you never did know what the he was up to. He struggled to close the door, with her dead weight, doing things were certainly difficult. Sure, she was nothing in his well toned arms, but trying not to hurt her in this condition was the main obstacle.
"Damn Remy what have you gotten yourself into this time?" he asked himself as he set the girl down on his queen size bed. Carefully he pulled the covers over her trembling body, but as he reached to pull them upwards, Rogue's hand snatched his wrist, which was uncovered. He felt a sudden rush of blood in his body as his life was being sucked out of him. After far too long of being in contact with her, or at least longer than any had been in a long time, he pulled back his hand. Severely shaken, he watch in confusion as she placed her hands to her head and made little cries of pain. They died down though, and she became peaceful once more.
Slowly and unsteadily, Remy made his way to his feat, feeling quite out of it. Very sleepily he found h is way to his couch where he practically passed out from the drain. It was a good night sleep though, the first in an extremely long time. In fact, he awoke late in the day at 2:30 pm, to find himself feeling much better than when he last remembered. He was worried, though, about the member of the X-Men he had found the night before. Remy was no doctor, or mental evaluator, but he could tell that she was not doing so well. Why did this sort of thing have to be a burden on his shoulders? Maybe he should just take her back to that mansion.
He made his way into the room where he usually slept and saw her resting, apparently no longer in pain. Once again he found himself sighing at the sight of her, she was so innocent, and yet she held such a dangerous power which she could not control; it must be a horrible life to lead. He couldn't imagine having to be so withdrawn from the world, and the people around it, and he could be withdrawn himself at times, but this was just a cruel joke. He wondered once more this happened to him, and he felt sorry for himself, but then he remembered that he didn't believe in coincidence, so there must be some reason for this.
"Chere," he said softly as he nudged her a little, "Chere," he repeated, trying to make her stir. Slowly her eyes opened, but she was clearly not all there yet.
"You were in my head," she mumbled, struggling to shift her postion.
"Sorry 'bout that," he didn't exactly know why he was apologizing, after all, it had been her who grabbed him.
"You drove the others away," she was clearly hysterical, as a person suffering a high temperature would be.
"Remy did, did he?" he decided to humor her, "Well, I'm gonna take you back to that school, where you can get some help, then you can thank Remy when your well again."
"No!" she tried to shout, but was far to weak, "To many people,, and to many voices," she closed her eyes and sighed, "Let me sleep a little longer."
"Okay," he said after hesitating a moment. Looking down at her, he stroked her hair soothingly without even realizing it, "il y a quelque chose de vous cher" (There's something about you dear).
R/r please!
Summary: What if Remy had found Rogue passed out during "Self Possessed?" Rest assured that the Florence Nightingale Effect doesn't just apply to woman {fyi: Florence Nightingale Effect is where doctors/nurses/people taking care of somebody fall in love with the patient}. So r/r and thanks in advance.
La Destinée Chere
Chapter 1: So We Meet Again?
The voices and feelings were filling her head with the constant, unstoppable agony, each fighting for control. She felt buried alive in the sea of people, each never ending their battle with her. It was too much to control, they had beaten her down with their screams, and had severed her with their forceful actions. They weren't real, that is what she kept telling herself, they were only thoughts, memories, images of those she absorbed. Her friends were rushing towards her, bound to snap her out of this instability, but they wouldn't let her go to them. Instead, she fought the people she cared about; she hurt them using their own powers.No more.
"Stay back!!" she warned desperately as she sent thunderbolts down upon them. She needed to get out of their before somebody was seriously injured, so with her last ounce of strength, she used Kurt's powers and teleported away from them. She had no idea where she had gone, she just felt herself sharply fall onto the ground.
Grabbing at her head she lay there, crying in pain and confusion. Everything was a blur to her, because there were too many warped perceptions of the things she was seeing. Through everyone's eyes though, she saw a variation of a figure walking, no, striding to her. He kneeled down and gently touched her face with a gloved hand, he then sighed.
"Je suis un tel idiot pour les dames," the man said, meaning that he was such a fool for ladies. Ever so carefully, he lifted her into his arms, and began to walk. She was crying again, and trying to say something anything.
"Shh, be still chere," he whispered. Rogue lifted her head slightly and was able to catch the man's eyes, black and red, before slipping into unconsciousness.
Remy, or Gambit, cursed himself as he walked into his temporary home, his 'sanctuary.' Why had he taken pity on his bosses' enemy? It simply was not like him, although, you never did know what the he was up to. He struggled to close the door, with her dead weight, doing things were certainly difficult. Sure, she was nothing in his well toned arms, but trying not to hurt her in this condition was the main obstacle.
"Damn Remy what have you gotten yourself into this time?" he asked himself as he set the girl down on his queen size bed. Carefully he pulled the covers over her trembling body, but as he reached to pull them upwards, Rogue's hand snatched his wrist, which was uncovered. He felt a sudden rush of blood in his body as his life was being sucked out of him. After far too long of being in contact with her, or at least longer than any had been in a long time, he pulled back his hand. Severely shaken, he watch in confusion as she placed her hands to her head and made little cries of pain. They died down though, and she became peaceful once more.
Slowly and unsteadily, Remy made his way to his feat, feeling quite out of it. Very sleepily he found h is way to his couch where he practically passed out from the drain. It was a good night sleep though, the first in an extremely long time. In fact, he awoke late in the day at 2:30 pm, to find himself feeling much better than when he last remembered. He was worried, though, about the member of the X-Men he had found the night before. Remy was no doctor, or mental evaluator, but he could tell that she was not doing so well. Why did this sort of thing have to be a burden on his shoulders? Maybe he should just take her back to that mansion.
He made his way into the room where he usually slept and saw her resting, apparently no longer in pain. Once again he found himself sighing at the sight of her, she was so innocent, and yet she held such a dangerous power which she could not control; it must be a horrible life to lead. He couldn't imagine having to be so withdrawn from the world, and the people around it, and he could be withdrawn himself at times, but this was just a cruel joke. He wondered once more this happened to him, and he felt sorry for himself, but then he remembered that he didn't believe in coincidence, so there must be some reason for this.
"Chere," he said softly as he nudged her a little, "Chere," he repeated, trying to make her stir. Slowly her eyes opened, but she was clearly not all there yet.
"You were in my head," she mumbled, struggling to shift her postion.
"Sorry 'bout that," he didn't exactly know why he was apologizing, after all, it had been her who grabbed him.
"You drove the others away," she was clearly hysterical, as a person suffering a high temperature would be.
"Remy did, did he?" he decided to humor her, "Well, I'm gonna take you back to that school, where you can get some help, then you can thank Remy when your well again."
"No!" she tried to shout, but was far to weak, "To many people,, and to many voices," she closed her eyes and sighed, "Let me sleep a little longer."
"Okay," he said after hesitating a moment. Looking down at her, he stroked her hair soothingly without even realizing it, "il y a quelque chose de vous cher" (There's something about you dear).
R/r please!