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When the Sky Falls Down ... - REVIEW THIS STORY

Written by Loup Garou
Last updated: 01/02/2007 02:01:11 AM

Chapter 1

"Family." mumbled Rogue to herself. It was an issue that she always avoided at all costs. As she looked outside, she was surprised to see snow. "Mah God, snow!"

"Skye, you be thinkin' 'bout him again?" asked a man, obviously past his 60s, but still looked quite fit. He sat down beside her.

"Yeah uncle, I am." sighed Rogue, snuggling up to him. "That an' the fact that family was a taboo subject."

There they sat in the front room, holding each other, looking out at the unexpected snow.

"You don' see much snow in N'awlins." chuckled her Uncle Marc.

"That's for sure." affirmed Rogue.

"Still, we usually don't have snow... Skye, I think it's time you heard de whole story." announced the man. Rogue immediately became uncomfortable.

"Do ah have ta?" gulped Rogue. She had been waiting for an explanation her whole life and now that she was about to get it-- she was scared. "I've heard so many, opinions, facts, secrets....."

"Your father was my younger brother an' we were bot' brought up here in N'awlins..." started her uncle.

"I know that." said Rogue impatiently.

"Let me just tell this as I planned t'." snapped the man. Her mouth shut closed. "He met y' maman here in N'awlins. She lived in upper Louisiana an' he married her a week later after meetin' her. Our maman an' papa didn' like it, 'cause he had married 'below his station'. They disowned him. Your maman was a good woman, but too simple for y' father's tastes for life. He liked to drink an' do de clubs. He grew up with money an' was spoiled. It got to a point where he couldn't live the way he was an' he left. Not being allowed to come back, he spent whatever little money he had left on gambling. He lost it all. Your mama was a telepath an' erased y' memory. Den she was killed in a coffee shop. She was shot."

"Y' got dis really big house an' ya live all alone?" asked Rogue softly as this information slowly sank in.

"Yeah. You know, when I found out dat all dis had happened, I went lookin' for y'." whispered the man, his eyes glazing over as if trapped in a memory. Rogue put her hand on her uncle's shoulder to shake him out of his reverie.

"But, you've found me now," smiled Rogue.

"Y' have your mother's eyes, Skye." smiled the man sadly. "If only I had made more of an effort, I could of been a larger part of y' life."

"Ya have me now an' dats all dat matters." said Rogue as they sat watching new snowflakes fall to the ground and then melt.

"Are y' ready t'talk 'bout him?" asked the old man softly.

"Ah guess ah better." gulped Rogue. "Remy LeBeau was his name."

The old man gave a startled reaction, but quickly hid it again. Rogue didn't notice it. She knew her family duty.

"Ah know ah love him. But at that time, ah couldn't touch him. Ah couldn't touch anyone." Rogue's lips quivered, so the old man brought her closer. "Ah left him t'die in the Antarctic after ah had kissed him." A tear fell down her cheek. "Ah left him to die." whispered Rogue softly. "Ah always hurt de ones ah love. Y' better watch out."

"I'll take my chances." smiled the old man. "Skye, I've changed my will three days ago. Y'll get everyt'ing. I want y' t'be happy and I want t'be de one who does it for y'.......... f' now."

"Dat's nice of ya uncle, but I couldn't accept it." said Rogue quickly.

"Be happy Skye." whispered the old man as his head slumped, his grip loosened and he fell down off the couch.

"Uncle...." said Skye rushing to the ground. "NOOOOOOO!"

The funeral was a small one. Not because of a lack of people wanting to attend, but because of Rogue. No, there were many people wanting to go, but she wanted to be alone for it. Many families, all wealthy like him, had asked to attend. Probably not because they were friends, but to see just who was going to inherit all of his money.

Rogue entered her house, no, she couldn't call it a house. A palace would of been the appropriate word, but her uncle assured her that it was mansion. He substantiated it by pointing out two other "houses" that were bigger. When she had asked who lived there, his reply was, two very old, very rich, feuding families.

Rogue sat down in the same place she and her uncle had shared their most precious moments. Leaving the X-men had been a semi-hard decision. They had been her family; they had given her a new chance at life. But she

didn't know how she long she could endure the stares, the private thoughts that she couldn't hear-- she had to leave.

It was a week later that her Uncle Marc had found her. Family photo albums had been enough proof to get her to visit. He had a pain. A pain, not similar to hers but just as deep nonetheless. His was with the guilt of not finding her,of not stopping his brother from wasting away and of not standing up to his parents. They together, healed each other and became a family.

Now, he was gone. She was alone again. The spot that he had filled was slowly dripping away as if there was a leak. She looked out the window. It was snowing again!

Then it struck her, like the new snow, she needed to start over again. Her uncle had just given her the means to do it. There was no longer a Rogue. She would dye her white streak the same color as the rest of her hair and now that she had control over her powers, she would never use them again. All who was left was Skye-- Skye Devreaux.

 

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