fateandfortune | A New Start [For Remy LeBeau]

It had been an extremely eventful twenty-four hours in Rogue’s life. Possibly the most so since her mutation manifested over a decade earlier. She’d been rescued from the lab by Erik and Bobby, helped to reset the timeline and stop the Sentinel War from ever happening, and she’d been dropped into the middle of... an apartment?

It didn't make sense. She'd shut her eyes against the heat of the Sentinels' blasts, hoping and praying to whatever might be listening that this would work, that they would have this second chance-- And then she'd opened her eyes to this place. The apartment wasn't one she recognized, but there was something about it that was almost familiar. Maybe it was the decor, or the general state of it, but some part of her felt oddly at home there.

Someone else was at home too, though, based on the sound of the shower running in the other room. Carefully climbing off the floor, Rogue looked around the room she was in, taking in the assortment of objects until her gaze settled on the desk. She moved closer, picked up a few of the papers scattered across it, and frowned at the scribbles of students that looked to be half-graded. The sight of them churned up a wave of painful nostalgia and homesickness and she had to set them down before she really began to lose it.

A buzzing from a cellphone caught her attention. After half a second's hesitation, she picked it up, noticing the preview of the message that left her feeling cold. Thanks for listening. From "Rogue". From... herself?

No. No, that didn't make sense. If their plan had worked, she wasn't supposed to remember anything of her old life. They were all supposed to just wake up and be in their new lives, in a hopefully much better world than the one they'd left. And if the plan hadn't worked, then why wasn't she dead? And where the hell was she?

It was without any conscious thought that she moved over to the window, leaning in to peer at the world outside. A world that was whole, with buildings still standing tall and people walking on the streets as they went about their daily lives. It was a normal world that wasn't full of death and destruction. It was perhaps the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

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Family. That word still hit him strangely, and while he smiled gently as he took his seat, he wondered if there were a way for him to summarize either of them well. He glanced down toward his coffee cup before looking up again to meet her eyes.

"Which one, chere?"

It was clear by his follow-up question that things were as complicated here as they were in her universe. That was a little sad to hear; she wished life was simpler, easier, and all around kinder him.

"Whichever is easiest for you to talk about," she answered with a small, sympathetic smile. She didn't want to push him to speak on something that might hurt.

He was quiet for a long time. He couldn't even decide which was easier to talk about. Both had been pulled apart by things beyond his control, and things well within it. He found himself looking down at his coffee cup unsure how to respond.

"Things ain' really been de same since...since de Professor left us."

With every second that passed, her heart ached a little more for him. She shouldn't have asked, should have known that if there were things to share, he would do so in his own time.

"I don't imagine it could be," she commented softly, wishing she could reach out and wrap her arms around him but knowing she didn't have that right. "I'm sorry, sugar. You don't have to talk about it, I shouldn't have asked."

He smirked, his expression rueful. If only it were as simple as Professor Xavier passing away, but the world wasn't that kind, not to people like them.

"It's more dat dere's so much ta talk about, I don't reckon it'll all fit in one evening, mon chere."

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Oh. She certainly knew how that was. How unkind the world tended to betoward all of them.

"Well, it doesn't look like I'm going anywhere anytime soon," she replied, offering him a branch to tell her as much as he wanted, if anything. Giving him a small smile, she lifted her drink and took a careful sip, the liquid still rather hot but absolutely delicious as the blend of chocolate and espresso hit her tongue. The soft sigh that escaped her couldn't have been stopped if her life depended on it.

[It's like I'm psychic or something.]

He took a sip from his own drink, a slight smirk touching his lips as he nodded. A conversation, then. Remy could roll with that. For one, it meant not having to concentrate on long, lengthy descriptions of wounds that were still raw and bleeding, but it also meant he could breeze over the parts this Rogue didn't need to know. She clearly already had enough of her plate without being handed a lot of his issues.

"How 'bout I jus' ask questions an' we go from dere, eh? How'd you end up with de X-Men?"

She paused in the midst of taking another drink, blinking at the question before lowering her cup. The question should have been easy, requiring a simple explanation without any baggage, but she had never been so lucky.

"Well, that's a bit of a long story," she began quietly. Clearing her throat, she reached up to tuck her hair back behind her ears before continuing. Nerves always made her do that. "The shorter version? My mutation manifested when I was seventeen, right in the middle of my first kiss, and when my parents found out what I was... They didn't want a mutant for a daughter, so I left. I'd always wanted to visit Alaska, so I bought a bus ticket. I only got as far as Toronto before I had to start hitchhiking. I ended up in this really awful place where I met Logan. I convinced him to give me a ride, but we didn't get very far before some of the Brotherhood showed up and the X-Men came to the rescue."

A New Start [For Remy LeBeau]

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