Chapter 1

By Michiru

"Git yer butt in gear, sugah," Rogue yelled out, flying by.
"Me?" Bobby yelled, "What about you?"
"Ah ain't the one slackin', here."
Rogue took a moment to take out another of the sophisticated robots that were attacking her, and her teammate, Bobby Drake.
"I am not slacking," he called back, as he used his power to frost over, then freeze, another robot's sensors. It crashed into another robot, effectively taking it out as well.
"Yes y'are. Ah've taken out 8, and you've taken out five, now. Slacker."
"Do you want me to make you a popsicle?"
"Ooooohhh.... Ah LOVE popsicles! Ah'd love a cherry one, please," Rogue laughed merrily, as she ripped the head of a nearby enemy. It 'bzzzzed' to death. "Ah hate it when they scream," she shook her head, hands on her hips.
"Yeah, it sort of makes it hard to wreck them, doesn't it?" Bobby grinned, 'icing' another robot.
"Nah, jus' hurts the ears," she grinned over at him. Suddenly, her face registered alarm. "Bobby! Watch out!"
Rogue flew into the m�l�e, getting in the way of one of the larger robot, that was about to strike Bobby with it's huge, metallic fists.
"Yipes!" Bobby cried, as Rogue flew past him, not of her own power. He covered the robot with ice, and it fell. "TIMBER!!!!!! That was the last-"
A sickening thud interrupted him. He turned to see Rogue in a crumpled heap at the other end of the Danger Room.
"Rogue? Hey, you OK?" He looked only slightly concerned as he walked over to her. How hurt could an invulnerable girl get? "Danger Room, end program," he added, not wanting any more surprises. The rock face before him blinked out, showing the blank wall. "Rogue?"
She still lay still, looking pale.
"Hey, Rogue," he laughed nervously. "C'mon girl, stop it. Rogue?" He kneeled beside her. His slight concern drastically changed, when he realized she wasn't faking it.
"Bobby, is everything all right?" Hank asked, looking in.
"Hank, something's wrong with Rogue!" Bobby cried. "She got hit hard by one of those big training Robots, and...."
Hank quickly lumbered over to them, and knelt on the other side of Rogue. His large hands moved gently over her shoulders and neck. "No broken bones. She invulnerable, isn't she? I find this peculiar."
"You do?" Bobby cried.
Hank picked Rogue up, cradling her gently. "I'm going to take her to the lab. She's been knocked silly, but she'll recover."

She woke up slowly, relishing the warmth of the blanket, and the pillows' softness. The smell of flowers was strong, and she inhaled deeply, sighing.
"She is waking up, Beast," a man with a french accent called out.
She opened her eyes, and gazed toward him. He was looking at her, concerned. He had the most luxurious brown hair she could remember. But then...
"Who are ya?" Her voice sounded odd. Southern? More than likely.
"Roguey, it's me. Remy. You had a bit of an accident, an' you were out like a light for a few days. Everyone, dey been worried sick about you."
"Do Ah know ya?" She asked, softly.
The handsome man's face registered shock, then dismay. "Ch�re, oui, you know me. You-- remember not?"
"No, Ah-" She stopped, a strange sight coming within her vision. He was large. Very large. With huge arms and... fur. Blue fur. She screamed suddenly, propelling backward.
The blue furred man looked curious.
"She doesn't remember, Hank," the man - Remy - said softly.
"Curious. This is an odd thing. Rogue, what is the last thing you remember. Come, come now. I won't hurt you. We're friends."
"Yer-- yer a demon!!!!" She cried, launching herself at the 'safe' person.
Rogue and Remy fell backward, pushed by her dive. They crashed on the floor, knocking the wind out of both of them.
"Rogue, please, I am not an enemy. We've been friends for some time now," Beast said, sounding hurt. He held his hands up in a 'peace' gesture, and stayed where he was.
"Why do ya keep callin' me Rogue? Is that ma name?" She asked, looking less frightened, and more curious. He wasn't trying to hurt her, in fact, he looked upset that she was reacting in such a manner toward him.
"Oui, Ch�re. You are Rogue. Je suis Remy. This is Hank. We're your friends," Remy said, voice husky.
"Ah... Ah don' remember. Why don' Ah... yer eyes," her own eyes widened dramatically.
"My eyes? Ah. Oui. They are strange, are they not?" He sounded jovial.
"Yeah. Why are they like that?"
"I am a mutant, Ch�re."
"A mutant?"
"Oui, Rogue."
Remy carefully took her by the arm, making sure to touch the sleeve. He drew her to the mirror, and stood her in front of it. "See, Ch�re? Your hair. Dat is your naturel couleur."
"Ah look like a skunk," she smiled at her reflection, green eyes twinkling. "Does this mean Ah'm a mutant, too?"
"Oui, Ch�re."
"What do Ah do?" She asked. She knew, somehow, what a mutant was. She ran her hands through the thick mass of auburn hair. A tendril of snowy white fell into her field of view. "Ah'm pretty," she said to herself.
"Tu est tr�s belle, Ch�rie," Remy murmured to her.
She smiled to herself. The sound of his voice was like velvet to her ears. Sultry, and sexy. He was very handsome. "Ah like yer words, frenchman."
"I am Cajun. I am from da Big Easy," He grinned. The thought of her memory gone was astounding. How was her team going to handle this? She was the leader!
"N'awrlins," she smiled at him.
His heart started to beat faster. She was so beautiful.
"So," she said, sliding her hand up his arm, "what's ma power, handsome?"
"It..." He looked down at her hand. Her bare hand. Touching him. Skin so silken and soft. "Haaaaaank, mon ami," he called, staring into her eyes, so green, so beautiful.
"Yes, Remy, my friend?" Hank looked over. Remy had the pleasure of seeing Beast surprised. His mouth hung open, eyes protruded, and a strange sound came from him. "Guuuuuuuuuhhh...."
"Oui, I understand," he answered him.
"What did Ah do?" Rogue asked him, not comprehending their reactions.
"Rogue," Hank said slowly, recovering his mental balance.
"That seems ta be ma name," she smiled.
"Am I correct in assuming that your bare hand is resting quite comfortably on Remy's bare arm?"
"Why, sugah, Ah think you can," she looked amused at the question.
Her hand was warm. And soft. Remy slowly stroked the hand, reveling in the way it felt. He lifted from his arm, and slowly raised the palm to his lips, eyes never leaving hers. He stroked her palm over his stubbly cheek, smiling slightly.
"Remy," she murmured. "What kinda relationship do we have?"
"Tu est ma cour," he whispered.
"Ah don' know what that means, but it sounds good," she murmured dreamily.
"I hate to interrupt, you two lovebirds, but Rogue, I'd like to run some tests on you," Hank interjected. "This is unusual, and I'd like to document it."
"What's unusual?" She asked him, looking over. Now that she was getting used to it, blue fur was sort of neat. She reached out and touched his arm, rubbing the fur softly. "Yer soft," she smiled. "And fuzzy."
"Most interesting," Hank said clinically, taking her hand. "Your reaction to these events is interesting, as well."
"How so?"
"Well, most people put into a situation like yours, where you have no memory, exhibits bouts of shock, and fear. They are usually quite upset about the situation. They also don't take to strange situations so well as you have.
"I would like to ask you some questions, if that is all right with you."
"Sure, hon, Ah don' mind a'tall."
"First, what is your name?"
"Why, ya'll told me that already, silly," she chuckled.
"But when I ask you your name, what do you believe it is?"
"Ah dunno," she shrugged.
"How old are you?"
"Ah dunno."
"What is your mutant power?"
"Ah dunno."
"What is a mutant?"
"A guy with some super power. Ya know, like, can fly or somethin' like that. Homo Superior."
"Well, she remembers things outside her own personal sphere. Most interesting, but it is commonplace," Hank muttered to himself.
"What is ma mutant power, anyway?" Rogue asked, intrigued.
"Well, Ch�re, you can fly, like you said, an' you are tr�s strong. An' it is tr�s hard to hurt you," Remy nodded. He couldn't believe she could touch him!
"That's impressive, ain't it," she smiled.
"Oui. Tr�s impressionnant. Very impressive," he added.
"An' yer my boyfriend?"
"Oui, Ch�re, dat I am. We have had a very interesting relationship, but at last count we were speaking to each other, and being very civil," Remy grinned widely.
"Trouble in paradise, huh? Well, Ah certainly am attracted to ya, sugah," Rogue gave him a grin than made his stomach tighten, and heat flare through his body.
"Excuse me, Remy, however I wish to not only speak at length with our southern belle, but make a few tests on her as well. Perhaps you should go and tell our teammates about the newest developments?"
"Sure, Hank," Remy said, distracted. Her eyes were so beautiful. His fingers slid through her hair, then over her cheek. Touching her.
"well then, you won't mind," Hank said, taking Rogue's arm, "if we go elsewhere."
Remy stared as Hank led her away, then sighed. What a story he had to tell the others.

End Chapter 1
All the characters within belong Marvel. I'm just playing with them.
by Michiru