Stories by RogueStar
Gambit finds his way back to the Mansion ... and asks for a retrial.
Rogue and Gambit both suffer through reminders that neither of them can escape
their pasts. (Unfinished.)
"Blowing in the Wind"
In honor of the Gambit Guild's "Gambit Day," RogueStar writes a story of reconciliation and hope for Rogue and Gambit.
"The Briar Patch"
A dark, thorny look at how Rogue might internally view her powers. Takes place
after Rogue's emergence from the Siege Perilous.
A series of holiday-themed stories about personal despair and choices
for the future, featuring Siryn, Rogue, Gambit and Marrow.
A series of three stories written as a gift for the mailing lists Southern Comfort and Gambit Guild.
- featuring Gambit and Bebete (the green mist lady)
"Gold" - featuring Cyclops and Phoenix
"Myrrh" - featuring Rogue, Gambit and Nightcrawler
"Demain des l'aube"
Rogue mourns the death of her mother and plans to pass Raven's teachings on to her own unborn child.
"The Eighth Color of the Rainbow"
After his "death" at the end of the Magneto War, Joseph makes one last trip to Salem Center to say a very special goodbye.
In a pocket universe where Rogue stayed in the service of her foster mother Mystique, Rogue becomes known as the woman who killed Magneto. (Unfinished.)
"For My Daughter"
A woman in Mississippi writes a long-overdue letter to her daughter.
Rogue and Gambit think back to when they once decided to break up for good -- and laugh at their younger selves' naivete. Written in response to the recent X-book writing/editorial decision to break them up.
Just before Rogue and Remy are set to leave for their honeymoon, Rogue finally reveals the real reasons she's so uneasy about being with him. A response to Rogue and Gambit's rumored break-up in Gambit #16.
"The Horse of Another
Magnus, the Mage, demands a tithe from a small town every month. This time,
he wants the townspeople to deliver Rogue as his tribute, or else find for him
the mythical horse of a different color. (Unfinished. In revision.)
"The Sword and the Rose"
Sabrina and Remy LeBeau settle into their new roles as husband and wife as they
train and prepare to defend themselves in a world that has become even more
Rogue asks Gambit to accept the real her. A response to "All's
Fair..." by R.V. Bemis.
Rogue and Gambit make their piece and decide to get back together. In response
to Gambit #16.
In a different world, Mystique had early ties to the Thieves Guild and sent
Rogue to New Orleans to study the arts of thievery.
Gambit offers Jean a small comfort as she grieves over Cyclops' apparent death.
Inspired by UXM #386.
As Rogue lay dying, probably of the Legacy Virus, Gambit fulfills her final wish: one last dance.
"The Magician and the Butterfly"
Sabine Robbins leaves her settled life with Cody as a farmer's wife and runs away with a circus magician. Told from mulitple perspectives.
"A Matter of
When Soldier Alpha escapes the project and joins the rebels, it is up to a Black
Striper to bring her to justice. Unfinished.
Rogue stares at her reflection in the mirror and evaluates what she is -- and
isn't. X-Men: Evolution universe.
Queen and the Hunter"
Barely more than a child when she married Magnus, Rogue quietly defers to her
husband, then feels the urge to rebel. Age of Apocalypse.
to the Rooftop"
As they settle into their new roles as leaders of the X-Men, Rogue and Gambit
try to settle into another role as well: platonic friends.
(with Keri Wilson)
After their wedding, Rogue and Gambit record a farewell message of sorts
for Sehkmet Conoway. Sillyfic.
Sim Salem Project
An ongoing series of stories in which Rogue and Gambit are living a happy
suburban life with their precocious son, Luc.
"The Cherry Cookie Incident"
"The Sphinx's Question"
"Gotta Learn Them All"
"Saturday Morning in Salem Center"
"The Cabbage Patch"
Centering on the relationship between Rogue and Remy and on the growing human
intolerance of mutants, this story begins (in terms of "normal" continuity)
just before Bishop joins the team and ends just after LegionQuest.
When Mercy LeBeau comes to deliver some news to Gambit, she falls in lust with Iceman and chaos ensues. (Unfinished.)
After coming back home to the X-Mansion, many of the X-Men, including Rogue and Colossus, try to make peace with the ghosts in their lives. (Unfinished.)
(With Faith Barnett)
Just after the Trial of UXM 350, the various X-Men try to get on with their
in the Woods"
Banished to the woods after her disastrous encounter with Cody, Rogue is suspicious
when she meets a beautiful woman who wants to take care of her.
"A Window to Her Soul"
Colossus awakens and finds inspiration in Rogue's sleeping form.
elsewhere in Alykat's World:
"The Morning Paper"
Hank and Bobby miss seeing their favorite comic strip in the Sunday paper. A
tribute to Peanuts creator Charles Schulz.
(at (un)frozen and Stars & Garters)
Web sites: textualchemy, RogueStar's Galaxy, Caldecott,
in the House
Characters are Marvel's. I'm not making a red cent. This 'fic is set in the
X-Men: Evolution universe, which is a universe of which I am not fond but
this story insisted on being set there. You'll see why when you read it.
Prose is mine, so comments to firstname.lastname@example.org or to
Miss American Pie
I'm not like this.
I'm not the sort of girl who stares at her reflection like a moonstruck
calf, fussing and sighing about how she looks. I leave that to the other
girls in the mansion, because I've got more important things to do with my
time than worry about whether my Strawberry Milkshake nail varnish matches
my dress. Everything goes with black, anyhow. So, most mornings, I slap on
my make-up - smudging just adds to the effect - and grab whatever clothes in
my dresser aren't too wrinkled. No muss, no fuss.
But, shit, it's amazing what care and a bit of Kitty's make-up can do. If I
were myself, I guess I'd smile knowingly and take it as proof of my theory
that beauty's not even skin-deep. If anything, it's like a painted mask that
people put on every morning with their clothes. It's lipstick, eyeshadow,
rouge, mascara. It's the ultimate performance piece. It's a show that people
put on every day of their lives. I mean, you don't have to look further the
gossip rags' pictures of - I don't know - Julia Roberts taking out the trash
in her bathrobe at five in the morning to know that's true!
Still, I wish that face in the mirror was really mine. I wish I was her,
because she's beautiful. She has the clearest, greenest eyes I've ever seen.
They're like the sunlight off leaves, like that summer brightness. Her skin
is unfashionably pale, but there's a touch of rose in her cheeks as if she
is keeping some secret all to herself. And she has a sunny smile, because
she knows she has everything in the world about which to be happy. She's
Miss American Pie, she's the girl next door, and she's beautiful.
Eeew. I've looked like this for two seconds and I'm already thinking like a
character in a bad, teen romance. This is definitely a dangerous look for
me. Next thing, I'll be mooning about my secret crush or something equally
pathetic, about how cute he looked this morning in that red sweater and
those stone chinos, about how he smiled at me, about how that one lock of
chestnut hair kept falling across his forehead ... Oh, bugger. Too late,
Rogue. You're already there.
Still, if I'm honest with myself, I got to admit to being curious about
whether Scott would like me if was Miss American Pie. After all, Jean's
perky, cheerleader looks are all that she has got going for her. She doesn't
have a personality worth spit, unless you count wholesome as a character
trait. Even then, she's completely vanilla. She smiles. She agrees with
everything that everybody says. She bends in the face of conflict, claiming
to be the voice of reason. She always does what the Prof tells her. She's
just a thoroughly nice person. Like the saying goes, she lacks the spice of
evil that makes people interesting or even bearable. That, and she shops at
the GAP! Excuse me while I have a quiet puke! Ipso dipso, Scott can only
like her because of her All American, Stars and Stripes, By Golly By Gosh
and By Gum charm.
At any rate, he never looks at me like he does at her. With her, you can
just see him melting from the moment he catches sight of her. You expect to
walk through a puddle o' Scott a few minutes after she enters the room. With
me, it's completely different. You can see a ... flicker pass across his
eyes. That's the only way I can describe it. It's just a flicker of
distaste, of downright disgust, before he can get a hold of himself and
smile at me. When he looks at me with that flicker, I see myself through his
eyes. I feel every layer of pale foundation, every line of black mascara,
every smudge of eyeshadow. I feel ugly. God, how I feel ugly at times!
Do you know what sucks worst of all, though? I could be Miss American Pie. I
could walk out of this room with my summer eyes, my rose cheeks, my sunny
smile. I could make him look at me with new eyes, look at me without the
flicker. I could make him love me.
But I won't.
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