Rogue

Rogue shook her head, slowly, and equally slowly pushed herself away from him.

"No," she said, looking nothing short of hunted.

"No, somethin' ain't right. Somethin' here is- somethin' is here that is wrong." She reached a hand out to grip the side of a stall and pull herself up to standing. Her head snapped up and her gaze fixed on the door to the hallway. There was the faint, echoing sound of voices. She understood the echo was from someplace dark, but she didn't know they had originated in a sewer, years ago.

"D'you hear-" She swallowed, knuckles going white. A tug of war was going on between fight and flight, plain as day, on her face.

"Oh, God, it's Creed. It's the Marauders."

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I suck in a surprised breath at dat, and all of a sudden, she ain't de only one wit' a part of herself telling her to run. It's tough to remember dat I'm de one who should be trying to keep control right now in de face of what's knocking at her subconscious, but it's not like I didn't already know she had some version of Sabretooth rearranging furniture in dere already.

"Non," I say, harsher den I mean to, pushing smoothly up to my feet and keeping close, putting myself right in her line of vision. Of all de memories to threaten to come up, dis is one I can't let her grab hold of. "No one's here, it's all in your head. Trust me, Rogue."

Even though you got no real cause to.

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"Trust you?" she repeated, looking back at him. Her expression started to slip, somewhere between distressed and accusatory.

"You brought us here." Her gaze darted between his eyes before narrowing and she pushed at his shoulders, a short jab. "Got us in through the door and took us where we need to be. All you had to do was walk away, LeBeau. Was that so hard?" The words weren't hers, but possibly the inflection was. The volume definitely was.

"To just walk?"

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Didn't t'ink I'd be in any position to want Bella back, but dere we have it. Seeing as I doubt a little peek in de mirror'd do it dis time, I don't have a clue 'bout how to snap her out of it beyond getting physical, and knowing Creed, even dat likely wouldn't do much.

"You don't belong here," I say, a little less sure of myself but standing my ground. It's all getting mixed up, muddled, and if I don't know where Rogue ends and Sabes starts, I can't even imagine what it must be like for her in dere.

How is it dat, even now, she's still de one I'm most worried 'bout?

"I don't walk away from where I'm needed."

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"I don't," she said, apparently not disagreeing, backing away from him.

"This isn't right." The panic started to etch into the set of her shoulders and the rise and fall of her chest as her breaths shortened, but while her voice stayed hers, her stance and posture were all Gambit's.

"What is this about? What did we come here for?" She gritted her teeth together, visibly trying to shake something off.

"Ah won't let you. Ah won't." And with that she dove past him for the door.

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If she hasn't figured it out, I'm certainly not about to tell her, and in a sick way, I'm almost glad when she runs. Means I don't have time to dwell on what a perfect echo her question is, don't have time to remember puttin' de pieces together dat little bit too late.

"Rogue, stop!" I call, just short of yelling, and dere's no more pretenses as I turn on my heel and bolt after her, reaching out to grab her before it's too late. Hard as this all is, de last t'ing I'm about to do is let her loose on de island like this.

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She jerked away like the touch burned her, colliding with the door without opening it.

"Don't touch me! Please- Don't touch me!"

The oldest litany in her book, it felt like. It had taken the focus, though. She wasn't afraid of what was on the other side of the door and she wasn't afraid of someone else's ghosts. The oldest fear she had was right there, his fingers on the bare skin of her arm. Even with nothing happening, the panic swept everything else away.

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It's not a good reaction by any stretch of de imagination, but it's something. Means at least de only demons coming after her are her own, and while I let go of her, I don't back away none. Maybe it's cruel, but if I force de issue, it'll hopefully keep her from jumping back to other ones. More dangerous ones. "It's okay, it's all okay," I say, as soothing as I can manage when I'm this jacked up, more on edge den I think dis place has ever made me. "Écoute-moi, it's fine. We're bot' fine, see? Nothin' to fear!"

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McCoy usually leaves people's business to themselves, but he hears Rogue's voice and that conversation just doesn't sound anywhere near happy, which is why he leaves from what he's doing and heads to the noise, just to check out what's going on, he tells himself. "Hey," he says, the word heavy and designed to get people's attention. "What the hell's going on here?"

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The door was opening, and now there was another man, who she knew she knew but she couldn't come up with a name. Gambit was blocking the rest of the bathroom and- Not Hank.- was blocking the route to the hallway so she backed herself into a corner where the wall met the sinks.

"No," she told them both, not responding directly to either, trying to be firm but voice shaking madly, "don't touch me."

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"Great, just what we need, company," I mutter under my breath, but den again, who knows? Maybe it is just what we need.

I'm not quite sure who I'm supposed to be addressing here, so I settle for facing Rogue, posture open, while I fill in de fake McCoy (what can I say? When it comes to Star Trek, I'm a purist) as best I can.

"She's havin' an... episode. It's to do wit' her powers."

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McCoy glances between the man he doesn't even know and back to Rogue, more than a little damn confused about this disaster. "The ones she's not supposed to have anymore?" he scoffs dubiously, lifting his hands up to show that no, he isn't going to touch her because he's seen a lot of episodes of his own before. "Rogue, c'mon, it's just me, Leonard."

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She crossed her arms defensively in front of her and shook her head fitfully.

"Don't, don't come near me, I'll hurt you. You'll just get hurt." She fixed Gambit with a pleading stare.

"I'll just hurt you, don't you see?"

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"Dose'd be de ones," I shoot back, and it's only for Rogue's sake dat I don't get snippy. I step a little closer, but slower now, easy. "It's a psychic thing. Rogue, you ain't gonna hurt me, I know you better den dat." If anything, it's de opposite we're gonna need to start worrying about soon. "You see, I'm fine as can be."

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McCoy pinches the bridge of his nose, not entirely sure what he's supposed to do in this situation, but her male friend could probably use some help. "What happened just before she snapped and went off like this?" Maybe if there's a trigger, they can undo the damage.

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"Doctor?" she demanded, attention lasering onto McCoy. Her distress level seemed to ratchet up a notch.

"No. No." She darted sideways along the row of sinks to get some distance between them, gaze moving as quickly to the door behind them and back again.

"Ah can't play these games with y'all, it's-" She swallowed, and while her voice stayed shaky and scared her body seemed to decide on resolution and action. She charged for the door.

"It's gonna be a massacre."

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"Rogue, non!" I grit out, taking off after her. No 'gonna be' about it, it was a massacre, but at least she's giving me something to worry 'bout other den how many different sides of it she's seeing. Whether the doctor manages to hold his ground against her or not, I get de feeling dis ain't gonna be pretty.

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McCoy sets his jaw tightly and looks to the other man. "I'm McCoy, Leonard McCoy, you able to keep an eye on her for about a minute while I go and get something to calm her down?" He's got hyposprays still and if she tries to bolt, he can at least get a sedative ready. "Rogue," he says firmly. "Rogue, I'm trying to help you, okay? You met me once and I don't have to touch you, but I want to help you."

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Rogue grabbed the front of McCoy's shirt and moved him to one side, then pushed him back against the wall. She wasn't looking for a fight, or didn't think she was looking for a fight, but she wasn't about to be stopped, either.

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"I need you to stay put right now, chère," I say, trying not to sound too desperate as I reach out to lay a hand on her shoulder and pull her off him. I know touching's supposed to be a big no-no right now, but I got to keep her attention on me so de good doctor can slip out to do his t'ing. "Just for a minute, nothin' bad's gonna happen, not dis time, y'hear?"

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She fought the contact. There were people dying, she had to get to them. But she was scared.

The doctor was there, and doctors were- not good, but she couldn't do anything about him because of Gambit. She tugged reluctantly away from him, not breaking his hold and not lashing out violently, but not play acting at it. She needed get away.

"No, let go- no! Let go of me!"

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It doesn't take long at all for McCoy to slip away and find the hypospray. Too much time around Jim has taught him to always have one at the ready and sedatives are one of the easier things to concoct, especially around here. "Rogue, I'm sorry," is all he says when he returns, long strides to get to her side.

He presses the tip of the hypospray gently against her neck, not giving as much force as Jim usually 'requires', but enough that it'll hit her bloodstream quickly enough. He's meted it out so it won't be overwhelming, but hell, she's not going to be too pleased when she wakes up regardless. "You got her?" he asks, of the man.

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I give a quick nod, all de answer I'm willing to spare when Rogue's got de croc's share of my attention. "Easy now," I say, still forceful but a little quieter, arms out and around her to catch her weight soon as I need to. "You just hush yourself, I'll take care o' t'ings. Hush now."

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Rogue gasped softly, slumping into Gambit's arms, gaze flashing over McCoy before it went unfocused, skimming the ceiling.

"Shh," she agreed, lashes fluttering briefly before her eyes moved over Gambit's face and fixed on a point roughly level with his shoulders.

"Shh, petite. Everything's gonna be okay now, Sarah," she murmured gently, soothingly, as the sedative worked through her system.

"It's over. I know dis... don't mean nothin' to you now, girl," she told Remy's collar, eyes dark green and not seeing anything present, "but someday... I want you to understand..." Her words slowed, a little, almost slurred, as she sunk bonelessly toward oblivion. She manged to meet Gambit's eyes, though her lids were hanging heavy and low and she was looking at him through her lashes, even as her head tilted back and her voice slipped away from her. She managed to touch her fingertips to his cheek in what was meant to be a comforting way just before she passed out.

"...I'm... sorry."

Edited Date: 2010-08-14 06:58 am (UTC)

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