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"Always Coming Home"
Gambit finds his way back to the Mansion ... and asks for a retrial.
"Mending Fences"
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.

"Cantique Noel"
A series of holiday-themed stories about personal despair and choices for the future, featuring Siryn, Rogue, Gambit and Marrow.

Christmas 1998
A series of three stories written as a gift for the mailing lists Southern Comfort and Gambit Guild.
"Frankincense" - 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.

"Fallen Skies"
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.

"The Happiest Night"
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 Color"
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 uncertain. (Unfinished.)

"I Am"
Rogue asks Gambit to accept the real her. A response to "All's Fair..." by R.V. Bemis.

"Indian Summer"
Rogue and Gambit make their piece and decide to get back together. In response to Gambit #16.

"The Intolerable"
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.

"Last Dance"
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 Pryde"
When Soldier Alpha escapes the project and joins the rebels, it is up to a Black Striper to bring her to justice. Unfinished.

"Miss American Pie"
Rogue stares at her reflection in the mirror and evaluates what she is -- and isn't. X-Men: Evolution universe.

"The 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.

"Return 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.

"Sek, Lies and Videotape"
(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.
• "Confiteor"
• "The Cherry Cookie Incident"
• "The Sphinx's Question"
• "Gotta Learn Them All"
• "Happy Anniversary!"
• "Home Nursing"
• "Saturday Morning in Salem Center"
• "The Cabbage Patch"

"Smoke and Mirrors"
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.

(With Alexis)
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 lives. (Unfinished.)

"A Walk 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.
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It's not New Year's Day but this story came to me while I was ... of all things ... writing a biology essay on human reproduction. Don't look at me like that -- it's clean and completely devoid of any sex, lies or videotape. Have a very happy Gambit Day! Oh yeah, all characters belong to Marvel, blah blah blah. All comments to me at the usual address:

Blowing in the Wind

Through the dark corridors
Your walk was so soundless I did not know
Your form was a phantom's of long ago
Said to pass the ancient floors.
- Thomas Hardy, -- 'After the Visit'

Rogue speaks:
New Year's Day. A time o' new beginnings. O' hope an' promises. O' silly resolutions that'll be broken within a week. Ah swear Ah'll never eat chocolate again. Ah swear that Ah'll not lose mah temper so quickly. Ah swear that Ah'll be nice ta Bobby. Yeah, sure, whatevah...

This New Year's Day is different somehow. Guess Ah know why, though Ah'm not admittin' ta myself. It's mah first without Remy. It's been a year aftah Antarctica an' th' trial. A long, lonely, difficult year. A year that Ah'd rather not have endured. Th' polite concern, th' hushed whispers that always stopped when Ah came near ... an' worst o' all -- th' damnable pity!

"Oh, Rogue - this must be so difficult foh you."

"Child, if you ever need to talk about what happened..."

"I know how much you must be hurtin', darlin'."

Maybe that's why Ah stayed at home -- volunteered foh th' watch when everyone else went inta New York ta celebrate, ta watch that huge, glitterin' ball bring in another year o' broken promises an' shattered dreams. Didn't feel much like tryin' ta be cheerful, havin' ta put up with their transparent attempts ta make me smile. It's almost worse than th' pity. Almost worse than th' pain. Almost. Ah'd rather be here with mahself an' th' wind that sings than with them. Rather be alone. . . .

The electronic eye of the camera watched the grounds, ever-vigilant, tireless. Connected to it is a vast series of defensive - and offensive - measures designed to keep intruders out of the mansion. A movement, like a leaf blowing in the wind, is noted. An infrared scan is taken instantly and an anomaly noted. Inside the mansion, a klaxon sounds . . . .

The intruder, who the alarm had so dutifully noted, is standing in a shady patch of the darkest thicket in the mansion grounds. His eyes gleam with some indefinable emotion, as he notes a light in one of the windows. Someone is home tonight when he had hoped that none would be. Some things are easier done alone, done in secret. Mourning, revenge, bitterness, betrayal - all these want no audience. A cold wind pierces to the marrow of his bones and he pulls his coat closer around him. Time to do the one thing which has dreaded - and wanted - the most. Time to come home.

Rogue attacks like a bolt out of heaven. A green streak that comes like a whirlwind, leaving destruction in its wake. Warned by some mysterious sense of his own, the intruder dodges her initial onslaught, but fails to avoid the second. The blow to the small of his back winds him and he falls to his knees, gasping for breath.

"Get up," he hears her bark through the ringing of his ears, but fails to recognise her voice.

It is strange with anger, with repressed pain.

"I'll do more dan dat," the stranger whispers, grasping a handful of dirt in his gloved hand, using the mutant powers that are his to command. The landscape flares suddenly with red light, illuminating the scene. Shadows, cast by the tall trees, dance like wind-spirits, flickering and changing.

"Mah gawd..." Rogue murmurs in horrible comprehension, "It can't be..."

The stranger turns and a slow smile spreads across his handsome face as he sees her.

"Chere, we gotta stop meetin' like dis."


A shared memory. A thought that flickers across the mind of two people at one instant. Some might call it coincidence, others kismet and, even more, a bond that transcends the physical.

The day was beautiful - a moment of relaxation before a storm. Something so completely alien to both of them; to their harried, hurried lives. Rogue executed a perfect dive into the lake from a tall tree branch and emerged, shaking bright drops of water from her striped hair. Gambit lay sunbathing by the side of the lake, like a lazy cat curled up on a rock.

"Enjoyin' th' view?" she asked wryly as she saw him watching her.

"Is dat an invitation or a question, chere?" he replied with a grin.

"Hmmp," Rogue grunted, ducking beneath the water again to hide her answering smile.

"I guess," Gambit continued when she was once more visible, "Dat de view is equally good from ya side?"

She splashed him, laughing when he yelped as the icy water touched him.

"Now it is. Nothin' like a scared cajun ta perk up any scene."

"Ya little river-rat!" Gambit stood, dripping water, disgust written across his face.

"Not mah fault that you were lyin' too close to th' edge," she said in mock innocence, eyes wide.

"Den ya won't blame me if I do dis," he picked up a handful of dirt, charging it with explosive energy.

"Ya wouldn't, would y'all?"

Gambit nodded, releasing the glowing mud. The water exploded on contact with it, creating a tidal wave which swamped Rogue. She emerged, spluttering and choking, hair plastered to her face.

"Sapristi-don'-care -what-Bishop-says-I-t'ink-I'm-goin'-t'die."

To his surprise, Rogue began to laugh, pushing her wet hair out of her eyes.

"Sweet lawd -- it's been too long."

"Quoi?" Gambit asked in sheer confusion.

"Since someone actually treated me like a fellow human bein'," the X-woman explained, picking up her white, fluffy towel and drying herself, "Usually people pussyfoot around me -- too scared o' hurtin' me an' being hurt themselves. End up feelin' like a sideshow freak."

"Know de feelin'. Eyes like dese, people never goin' t't'ink ya human," he grimaced.

"They suit you. Th' eyes of th' devil an' th' charm ta match."

"Pere Francis used t'say dat de devil was de fairest of all God's angels ‘fore he fell from grace," Gambit looked thoughtful, wistful.

"Ain't disputin' that either," Rogue's smile was as ambiguous as the statement.

"Don' suppose it's any use askin' ya how ya feel ‘bout me," he folded his arms across his chest.

"Cajun..." she shook her head, correcting herself, "Remy. Ah don't know how Ah feel."

"Guess dat's a start," Gambit grinned, "A few more years an' ya might actually like me."

Rogue returned his smile with interest.

"Maybe not that long," she said, "We'll just have ta see where th' wind takes us..."

End Interlude

Rogue folds her arms across her chest, trying to keep the discomfit from showing on her face.

"So, what are you doin' back here, cajun?"

A year later. When Ah'd given up any hope o' evah seein' you again.

"Ya know me, mignonne, always been too stubborn t'listen t'anyone. Even ya," Gambit replies.

Mon Dieu, but she is beautiful. Seems sad, though ... m'fault?

"Ah see."

He hates me.


Well, dis is certainly uncomfortable.

A tangible silence hangs in the air between them, broken only by the rustling of wind-blown leaves, yet it is better than the polite, impersonal conversation. Than the words that would be spoken between strangers, that have no place on the lips of lovers. The breeze blows Rogue's long hair across her face and, out of stubborn habit that knows no polite conventions, Gambit brushes it back behind her ears. Her green eyes widen in surprise.

Done it now, Remy. De femme's ya ex. No pun intended.

Did he just do that? Does he care?

"Sorry, Rogue. Old habits die hard I guess," his expression belies his words of apology.

"They do," she looks at the leaf-covered floor, "Guess that's why Ah can't get you outta mah head."

Quoi?!? Did she jus'...?

"Now, chere," Gambit smiles brilliantly at her, the same, charming devil's grin of old, "Why would ya want t'do dat?"

Rogue returns his smile, relishing the familarity that exists between them at that moment, "‘Cause you'll get exhausted if'n you keep runnin' through mah dreams."

"Small price t'pay."

What d'ya do now, Remy?

Lawd, Rogue, this is a nice mess...

Another uncomfortable second as both of them stare at one another, hoping that the other will make the first move.

"Ah'm sorry, darlin'."

"Me too, mon coeur."

In one of those moments that cannot be planned, scripted or foreordained, he took her into his arms, feeling the beat of her heart in time with his.

"Where to from here?" Gambit whispers.

"Ah'm not sure," Rogue replies softly, "Should we see where th' wind takes us?"



Nota Bene:
The interlude is worked out of X-Men #12 - it's not accurate, but it was inspired by that issue.


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