Title: Through Open Doors
Disc: Iceman and Gambit are part of the X-men franchise and
they belong to Marvel Comics and their associated companies.
Rating: Slash m/m
Summary: It follows Beginnings.
The morning after, how will the rest of the team react?
Mofalle, who came up with the title, provides the accents and has
threaten to invade Canada if I don't behave ... (And I will too) /Shakes
head. Meanie beta./
Anika, who captured all those nasty errors. And Marion who does a
really good 'Grr' and who made it fun capturing all those D's.
short icky m/f scene.
Mailing list: http://www.egroups.com/group/EvilChild
Through Open Doors
It was nine in the morning and most of the X-men could be found sitting
around the kitchen table. A comfortable silence had settle among them,
broken now and then by bits of everyday conversation. Nobody yet knew
what to say or how to ask Warren where he had taken Bobby the day
before. Since the discussion in the hallway yesterday morning, the
X-men had pretty much kept to themselves refusing to discuss what
was utmost on their mind.
While Jean and Hank had been busy keeping Rogue occupied, Scott and
Logan had spent most of yesterday programming new training scenarios
in the danger room. Later in the evening, Jubilee and Storm had tested
the boundaries of the new training program. Everyone pretended it
was a normal day, like they had not witnessed Bobby and Remy having
sex in the hall.
Now? Now they all anxiously awaited the confrontation that they knew
would take place between Rogue and the two young lovers, Bobby and
"What are we going to do?" Storm asked, finally breaking through
"I talked to Rogue last night," Warren confided to his teammates.
"She is not taking this too well and I fear she may..."
"Hurt Bobby?" Jean asked.
"Do you really believe that she would hurt a teammate?" Scott needed
to know. Last night he had an interesting conversation with Jean regarding
the three participants in this melodramatic relationship. He was concern
over some of the anger Jean had detected within Rogue. He needed to
know, if someone else had also detected such behavior in Rogue. Hopefully
this would give him some insight into Rogue's mental state, making
it possible for him to decide what ought to be done.
"You didn't see her last night, Scott. I think it is best if we keep
her apart from them. I would be willing to move back to the mansion
and train solely with her," stated Warren.
"So, ya could put the fear o' God into her?" Logan glared at Archangel
daring him to refute the question.
"If necessary." Warren would be damned if he was going to hide his
intentions. Bobby was his friend. The least he could do was help Bobby
"Remy seemed pretty hurt last night," Jubilee told her teammates.
They all turned around and glanced over at her. She shifted in her
seat, "um ... I bumped into him and told him that Bobby had left with
"My friends, we have to decide what is our best course of action.
We cannot choose sides, to do so would surely isolate Rogue at a time
she most needs her friends. Such isolation may force her into a course
of action that she will later regret." Hank told his teammates, confident
they would come upon an agreeable solution.
"I guess there is only one thing that we can do ..." Storm started
"And that is?" Warren asked her.
"We need to stay out of their affairs," seeing that Warren was about
to again interrupt, Storm continued. "I suggest we keep a close eye
on things, but we need to trust them and give them the space they
need to solve this for themselves." Storm, shared a glance with Jean
and nodded to her.
"They are our friends," Jean explained. "Our team mates. We owe them
that much. If we interfere, it would seem as though we are not taking
their relationship seriously. But I suggest we keep a close eye on
Rogue, especially during her first meeting with Bobby."
They all fell back into silence when Jean telepathically warned them
Rogue was approaching the kitchen, and by the time she entered the
room. They were busy discussing everything from the latest football
scores to Prof. Xavier's new finding.
An hour later Warren and Jean were still in the kitchen. Warren was
planning to surprise Betsy and wanted Jean's advice. They were distracted
when the kitchen door slowly opened to reveal Remy. This was the first
time anyone had seen one of the lovers. Remy simply sat down next
to them and began filling a plate with leftovers from breakfast.
He ate in total silence, not an unusual occurrence for the Cajun.
As Warren got up to leave, Remy finally spoke.
"Warren, we need t' talk."
Warren had been expecting this, Remy probably wanted to thank him
for getting Bobby out of the stressful situation yesterday. As far
as Warren was concern Bobby was his friend, his kid brother. A mischievous
making kid brother mind you. Yet, Warren admitted, he would do anything
He waited for Remy to finish eating and followed him as he made his
way to the Danger Room. "Remy?"
"Get in." Remy said calmly.
Warren entered the room and heard Remy lock the door behind him.
"You wanted to talk to me?"
Having locked the door behind them, Remy now wondered, What am
I thinking? If I hurt Warren, Bobby would surely kill me. Yet,
he needed Warren to understand that Bobby was his. Bobby belonged
to Remy, and Remy only.
"Homme..." Remy paused and regrouped his thoughts. "Where yah go
Warren raised one of his eyebrows. "Out."
Remy shot him a glare, but Warren remained unmoved by this. He tried
again. "Yah got back pretty late las' night."
"Yeah, well, Bobby is a bit heavy, so it took us longer to get back."
Remy was just about to defend his lover's addiction to Twinkies when
he noticed Warren was trying hard to hide his ever growing grin. He
scowled and Warren laughed. "You're jealous!"
"I am no such t'ing!" stated Remy angrily. "Damn it, Warren. Stop
"The great Gambit, lover of all things on legs, jealous of me!" chuckled
"You asked for it homme..." said Remy.
Warren spread his wings preparing them for flight.
"Stand still, bird brain," Remy spit at him.
"Catch me first," taunted Warren flying above him, followed by "Bobby
is so going to kill you ... Bobby is so going to kill you ..."
More than anything else that statement stopped Remy dead in his tracks.
Warren, seeing his opportunity, tackled him from behind. He pinned
Remy to the floor, grabbing hold of his hands and holding them above
his head. "I don't really give a fuck what you think, Remy. Got it
out of your system, now?" He waited for Remy to acknowledge him before
he continued. "Bobby is my friend. You hurt him, and you will deal
"He's a grown man. He can make his own choices." Remy snarled at
"You don't have to convince me of that, Remy. Hurt him and you die.
Don't hurt him and I won't interfere. I will even throw in a bonus
..." Seeing Remy's skeptical look Warren continued, "I'll even help
you deal with Rogue."
He let Remy go and got up, leaving Gambit sitting on the floor. Remy
rubbed his wrists to circulate the blood.
"Why are you doin' dis?" The unasked question, 'What's in it for
you?' clearly stated.
"I have my own reasons." Warren said. He instantly realized that
if Remy saw him as a potential threat to his relationship with Bobby
it might keep him from looking elsewhere. While it wasn't the best
plan he could have come up with, in the short run it would test Remy's
loyalty to Bobby. In the long run, it might help them build trust
in their relationship. After all, he had been a bit concern that it
had taken Bobby some time to answer the question, 'Does Remy love
Remy was just about to respond when they both fell to the ground.
Jean had just hit them with a telepathic scream. They helped each
other up and rushed to the source.
Along the way they met Hank, Storm, and Jubilee. They rushed outside
and what they saw next completely shocked them.
"Bobby? BOBBY!" Remy screamed.
My God! What have I done? Rogue desperately thought.
She clutched her chest, feeling the pain as her body tried to pump
more blood into her damaged heart. Logan was looking at her, shouting
to her, but she could not make sense of his words. She felt a presence
at the back of her head, holding her in place. Immobile.
What had she done? She wanted to cry, but couldn't ... "Bobby!" she
sobbed looking at his unconscious form...
Just this morning she had been laying on her bed, hearing Warren
words. 'Don't you think you've done enough?' She hadn't known. She
hadn't known she would do this, never this. Yes, she had been angry,
hurt even, but Bobby was a teammate a friend. A friend, the
word echo in her mind. Oh, god.
She did not mean it. She did not mean it, she repeated to herself.
She wanted to close her eyes but couldn't. She wanted to block away
the image of Bobby lying half dead in Logan's arm, but she couldn't
move. She couldn't move.
When she had woken up this morning she had been angry, all she could
think about was that she couldn't lose Remy, and that it wasn't too
late. She could still salvage this ... there was still hope. If she
could only convince Remy, get him away from Bobby, and talk to him,
make him see that she was there. All she would have to do is get him
away from Bobby and talk to him. That's all.
Finally tears fell down her face and froze half way.
She had meant to tell Remy that she would forgive him for fucking
Bobby, that it wasn't his fault. He had been weak and Bobby had taken
advantage of him. She had gotten up, dressed and made her way downstairs.
Along the way she had tried to calm her fluttering nerves, especially
after what she had witnessed yesterday by the staircase.
She had entered the kitchen noting quickly that her teammates were
busy discussing the latest football scores. A part of her wondered
whether Jean had warned them she was coming. She had been relieved
to note that neither Remy nor Bobby were downstairs. She had not thought
she could've handled it if they had been here to witness her humiliation.
Throughout the meal, Warren had ignored her, but she did not care.
She would show them all that Remy was hers, and hers alone. Bobby
had trespassed. By the time the day was over, she had silently vowed
to herself, they would all know this.
She had finished quickly, hardly touching her breakfast. She had
soon found herself behind the rose buses near the pool. She breathed
in their scent, closing her eyes and reflecting back on the dreams
and hopes that had maintained her throughout all these lonely years.
She was in her room, laying on her bed, waiting for her lover.
Her dreams had always started like this, the smell of roses in the
air, candles burning, the light of the full moon peaking through the
windows. She would lay there waiting for him to approach her, naked
underneath the satin slip she wore for this occasion. Finally she
felt it. She knew the moment he caught sight of her and move towards
"Chere," he called and she found herself opening her eyes. She could
deny him nothing. His fingertips grazed her hands and moved its way
to her shoulder. She shivered at the contact. He smiled then he bent
down to kiss her on the lips. He moved aligning his body on top of
hers, spreading her legs to fit in more comfortably, all the while
trailing kisses on her face and neck.
This is what she had always wanted, to feel him, to touch him as
a lover would. He paused, grinning mischievously at her. He bent down
again, this time he kissed her nipple through the satin that still
covered her partially nude body ... *splash* ...
The sound of someone entering the pool pulled her away from her fantasy.
The fantasy she always conjured up in her mind when she needed an
escape from the brutal reality of her world, where touch was forbidden.
She made her way to the pool and that was when she saw him ... Bobby.
Golden Boy. X-men official mascot. Prankster. Loser. Thief. All these
words sprang to mind as she watched him swim from one end of the pool
to the other.
He did this to her. He took Remy from her, humiliated her in front
of her friends.
Oh, she had underestimated him. Everyone had. Underneath that boy
next door fašade, lived a back stabbing slut who would take advantage
of someone who was lonely. Using their weaknesses against them. She
was certain of that.
She had always feared she might lose Remy to someone else, to someone
he could hold without fear of being destroyed. She never thought she
would lose him to a man. Looking at Bobby as he swam, she wondered
whether that was the attraction. Bobby was too pretty, like a girl,
she angrily thought, he probably loves spreading his legs and letting
Remy fuck him.
And maybe this was Remy's way of dealing with his frustration. Ever
since Antarctica she had been keeping Remy at a distance, not wanting
to be near him. Rogue was tired of the anger she felt towards him.
The constant stress had slowly eroded all her defenses. Four months
ago she had escaped to the sanctuary of her brother's home, in need
of Kurt's support. She had needed to be around people who wouldn't
make her feel guilty. She needed to learn how to again look at herself
in the mirror, without doubt and shame creeping into her eyes. Ever
since Antarctica she had avoided all mirrors.
But she had succeeded. She had come back whole ready to reclaim her
love, ready to begin their new lives when she was dealt another blow.
It should've been her up there in the hallway with Remy. It should've
been ... but instead ... she moved forward stalking her prey.
He had touched what was hers. He had fucked what was hers. Nobody
took what belongs only to her. Nobody.
As Bobby made his way out of the pool and walked towards her all
she could think of was to ask him, "Why?"
Why destroy their friendship? Why hurt her this way? Why should she
let him live? Why ...
She had not meant to touch him. She had not meant to touch him, she
cried, the tears falling down her eyes freezing into tiny icicles.
And then her eyes froze, catching forever the pain hidden within.
When Bobby had woken up that morning, he found himself alone in his
bed. His disappointment though was short lived. He turned and found
a note on the pillow beside him. It was from Remy, asking him to meet
him for a lunch date.
Bobby stretched lazily on the bed. He really should get up. He needed
to talk to Hank, but first he was going to do some light swimming.
He got up showered, changed into his swimming trunks and headed towards
the pool area. His stomach grumbled. He'd bring some Twinkies along
when visiting Hank, he decided.
He'd only swum a few laps when a part of him, call it instinct, noticed
he was being observed. He stopped, turned around, and that's when
he noticed her ... Rogue.
No time like the present, he thought. He was glad Remy wasn't here
to see this confrontation take place, maybe they could have this talk
like civilized adults. Seeing Rogue's angry expression, Bobby thought,
"Why?" Rogue asked him angrily, not waiting for Bobby to get out
of the pool.
Why, what? he thought. Why did he fall in love with Remy?
Why now? Why did Remy love him and not her? Why was he wearing blue
swimming trunks instead of red? Actually, the last question was a
little harder to answer.
He shook his head, he didn't owe her any explanations. After all
she had ended her relationship with Remy months ago. But knowing Rogue,
if he didn't give her something, she would hound him. That was the
last thing he needed right now.
He got out of the pool and made his way towards her.
"Damn you! Answer me! Why?" Demanded Rogue.
"It is not that simple, Rogue," Bobby tried to explain. "Remy and
I were teammates, friends ... I don't know when our emotions shifted
from friends to ... to lovers." There he said it, the one word that
nobody used around Rogue. There was nothing he could do now, but to
continue. "Rogue, you and Remy ended your relationship long ago,"
he reminded her.
"That's not true!" Rogue interrupted Bobby, but he just glared at
her until she lowered her gaze to the ground. "Ah love him. We were
gonna get back together," she whispered and Bobby wondered if she
was trying to convince herself or him. "Ya'll took that away from
me." Refocusing her anger, she glared at Bobby as she closed the distance
Bobby stood his ground. If he caved in now, his relationship with
Remy would surely be over. Rogue would be a constant threat unless
he dealt with her. He stopped her attack just in time. Freezing the
air molecules around her, he created an invisible shield that she
would not be able to penetrate. She looked surprise that he had caught
her so swiftly, but the fact was he had been expecting her to do something.
"I won't easily be bullied, Rogue, and I won't fight over Remy like
a spoiled child. You ended it with him months ago, and now he is with
me. You ended it, not him," he emphasized. "If you don't like the
decision you made. You have no one but yourself to blame. You really
didn't expect him to wait now, did you?" He knew, he was being cruel
but she couldn't in all honesty blame people for her own mistakes.
Still holding Rogue in place, he made his way towards the chair reaching
for his towel. As he dried himself off, he released her.
"Ah hate you!" She screamed at him.
"I know." He turned and walked toward the mansion.
What happened next surprised him. She touched him. She. Touched.
Him. The instant that thought registered, Bobby's instinct took over.
Long ago, Bobby had been mind raped by Emma Frost. That experience
had taught him valuable lessons to which he had not forgotten. The
biggest irony was that past mind rape now helped him create safeguards
against another such attack.
During his demonic possession by Frost, Bobby had also discovered
something very interesting ... memories are shared by both participants.
The memories didn't just flow in one direction. So he used everything
he knew about Frost's nightmares and threw them at Rogue. He then
used his own knowledge of her and displayed for her in the open her
own weakness and short failings.
Rouge was not a telepath, she could only absorb someone's powers
and their memories. But the danger was that the longer one maintained
the contact the greater the possibility that her absorption power
could erase someone's memory, the greater the possibility one could
loose themselves within Rogue. Become one entity with her.
But Bobby was lucky. Rogue had a singular purpose for this attack.
She wanted Bobby's memories of Remy, so she was carefully searching
through the information she was absorbing, trying to only get his
memories with his lover. She wanted to know what it'd been like to
Well living also means dying. It meant experiencing pain and profound
lose. Bobby hit her with all those memories, trapping her in an endless
cycle of pain and suffering.
All of this took only a matter of seconds, but for Rogue and Bobby
it was an eternity. He knew he could not hold out much longer. He
had no choice. He began to freeze the veins that pump blood into her
heart, but before he could complete this action. They felt a mental
scream that forced them apart. He felt her tear away from him. As
he fell into unconsciousness, he heard someone call out, "Bobby."
He wondered, Who's Bobby?
"We need to give them time." Jean commented to Scott from the patio
upstairs that looked down at the swimming pool area.
"I don't like this, Jean," spoke Wolverine from his hiding spot near
Initially, all three had agreed that they needed to give the other
two participants time to deal with whatever issues they wished to
discuss. The possibility that Rogue could hurt Bobby was the one factor
that had kept them here watching unseen but close enough to stop any
"He seems to be holding his own," said Scott who was secretly pleased
that Bobby had been training and developing his powers.
All three fell silent. A sigh was shared between them when Bobby
turned around, leaving Rogue behind. What happened next surprised
them. Rogue took off her glove and touched Bobby from behind.
"Jean!" Screamed Logan as he rushed towards Rogue, who was holding
Jean concentrated creating a mental wall around Bobby's memories,
fighting off Rogue's intent. Scott hit Rogue with optic beams, distracting
her from hurting Bobby. That was the only opening they were going
to have. Logan tackled Rogue down and in the next instant picked up
a disoriented Bobby.
"If ya want Bobby, Yer goin' to have to go through me." Logan angrily
shouted. Rogue was kneeling on the ground. Her hand on her chest.
She appeared to be having difficulty breathing, but Logan didn't care.
He reached out to Bobby who appeared to be slipping into unconsciousness.
"Bobby! Come on. Come on! Hold on buddy. We'll get ya look after."
Logan held an unconscious Bobby in his arms. He saw a dazed Jean
and Scott approach keeping a weary eye on Rogue's still form. Suddenly
the patio door burst open and the rest of the X-men poured through.
They gasped at the sight before them.
Remy rushed forward and took Bobby into his arms. Logan thought it
was interesting how Warren stood beside them. Ready to defend his
friends from Rogue.
Nothing would ever be the same again.
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