Summary: Remy tries to convince himself that Rogue is "just another girl". Sequel is 'My Same'.

Rated: T

I don't own the X-Men. Stan Lee owns them, and Franz Ferdinand own the song.

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Auf Achse

He was doing it again. His marriage to Bella Donna had gone tits-up after her idiot brother got killed, so, now, he was back here, in this hole of a town, hiding in a tree, spying. He couldn't deny that Bella was beautiful, but the woman he was gazing at... Well, he had never seen a more perfect body - albeit always covered - but, Dieu, his attraction to her was more than physical... He thought at least.

You see her, you can't touch her,
You hear her, you can't hold her.
You want her, and you can't have her,
You want to but she won't let you.

He loved everything about her. Her hair - so unique with those two white stripes; her eyes - he had never seen, nor stolen, any emeralds with a more beautiful colour or depth. Her eyes! The first time he'd seen them he've have died a happy man if he could've drowned in those gorgeous, green gems.

You see her, you can't touch her,
You hear her, you can't hold her.
You want her, and you can't have her,
You want to but she won't let you.

She was lonely too. It was definitely her powers that made her that way, always avoiding human contact. To him, she was just all the more intriguing because of it. It tore him up inside that she kept pushing him away.

She's not so special so look what you've done, boy,
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy.
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy,
She's not so special so look what you've done.

Well, if she was going to push him away, maybe he should just stay away, after all, she was just a femme. She wore makeup, she had long hair - it looked a little longer than it had been the last time they'd seen each other, before the Apocalypse fiasco... And breasts - no amount of clothing could cover them - and, Dieu, those were definitely bigger! He'd royally screwed up, though, using her to rescue that deadbeat bâtard who was stupid enough to be captured by Julien and his damn Rippers in the first place. He'd blown it. Big time.

Now you wish she'd never come back here again,
Oh, never come back here again.

He'd tried to fix that mistake, yes, giving her the Queen of Hearts after the X-Men pulled them out of the bayou, but she'd still left with them. Didn't she understand how he felt?

You see her, you can't touch her,
You hear her, you can't hold her.
You want her, and you can't have her,
You want to but she won't let you.

You see her, you can't touch her,
You hear her, you can't hold her.
You want her, and you can't have her,
You want to but she won't let you.

'Course, it really didn't help matters when he said she "had people watching over" her. It was like he was admitting he was practically stalking her...

She's not so special so look what you've done, boy,
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy.
She's not so special so look what you've done, boy,
She's not so special so look what you've done.

No wonder she didn't want him. Her exact words had been, "Ah'm goin' back with thah X-Men, ah don' care what yah do". There. Plain and simple. Black and white. She didn't care, so why should he? So what if he was captivated? So what if he couldn't get her out of his head? Maybe... Yes, that was it. She was a sort of kindred spirit. Mystique, her 'mother' had used her for her powers, just as Jean-Luc had used him. They'd both been adopted, not for love, but for another, 'better' purpose. They were both Southerners in a state full of Yankees. Yes, that was why he was drawn to her. They had something in common.

And now I'm nailed above you,
Gushing from my side, it's with your sins that you have killed me.
Thinking: of you sins I die,
Thinking: how you'd let them touch you.
How you'd never realise that I'm ripped and hang forsaken,
Knowing: never will I rise,
Again.

But, if they were kindred spirits, why did she open up to the other X-Men and not him? Yeah, she'd told him some stuff, like how she hated herself for what she did to Mystique, but surely the rest of her team knew that? "Know your team mates' strengths and weaknesses" and all that jazz. She couldn't touch physically but they could touch her emotionally, by understanding her. Why wouldn't she let him do that? He liked her, really liked her, but she'd rejected him so much he wondered if he really did have a special place in her heart.

You see her, oh, you hear her,
Oh, you want her, oh, you want to.
You see her, you hear her,
You want her, you want to.

She had finished changing for bed (he'd looked away when the clothes came off, Tante would've been pissed if she thought she'd raised a Peeping Tom) and, once he was sure she was covered, looked back to see her cradling a piece of paper in her hands... No, not paper, but card. A playing card. The Queen of Hearts. His Queen, his Lucky Lady. He watched her, his heart swelling at the sight of her kissing the card, her mouth framing inaudible words to the image, before crawling under the covers, clutching it to her chest and falling asleep. The serene smile on her face sending tingles along his spine, throughout his very being. He did have a special place in her heart after all.

He settled himself on the wide, flattish bough, his back resting against the trunk, his eyes drifting shut as he followed her to dreamland. He had never felt this way before. Who was he trying to kid? Try as he might, he couldn't deny these feelings for her.

Looked like Remy LeBeau, ladies' man extraordinaire and the best damn thief in the world, could fall in love after all - and it was with the spunky, Mississippi gal named Rogue.

So how was it? I really hope it was okay.

Auf Acshe is German for On Axle. I've often wondered if Alex Kapranos and Paul Thomson have been on crack or something every time they write a song.

The sequel should be out soonish. Keep your eyes peeled!

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