Note : Yes I know surprise, surprise guess who's back. Before everyone clammours for updates on fics I've seriously neglected...I'm sorry...Life just generally got hetic. I don't know howlong I'm back for or what I'll get to wrap up...but I'll try and get something done. In regards to this...I had a plot bunny burst to life as I watched "Cajun Spice" with Jeff Buckley playing. Its definately inspired by that mood of music...such as Ryan Adams - Wonderwall, Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down and of course Jeff Buckley's song that gave me my title. This could be a one shot or even a series od drabbles...no idea. But we'll milk my muse for all its worth.

So on with the show...

Disclaimer!!! I do not own X-Men...in any incarnation...past, present, future, yadda yadda yadda...May Stan Lee and his minions hunt me down in my unworthiness...as I twist his brain children to my mercy...

Muhahaha...ahem.but some of its mine...

Forget Her

In the stillness of the night he could feel the early spring air on his skin; the sweet familiar tang of swamp and moss that was the bayou. It thrummed in his blood stream-a manic tattoo-the way nowhere else in the world ever had. Above all Remy Lebeau was the son of New Orleans; heir to both her striking beauty and cold cruelty in equal measure. Never had that been more apparent to him than as she faced him dripping in swamp water and still more beautiful than ever. He felt the words pulled from him as he wrung the hem of his coat, "Rogue…"

"Don't," She lifted a hand to silence him, her face marble still in the moonlight-but those eyes burning out at him, "You just did the wrong thing for the right reasons."

He leaned against the tree hoping to make his shock look more like nonchalance-he couldn't let her see how deeply her words affected him. If their roles had been reversed he would not have been so forgiving…so accepting of the treatment meted out. "So what now?"

"Ah'm goin' back with tha X-men," She turned and pushed her white bangs from her eyes. Her next line was delivered in profile like a kick in the gut, "Ah don't care what ya do."

Remy forced a smirk to his lips; for a moment even he was convinced he didn't care. It lit his ruby eyes like a torch, "Sure ya don't."

He could feel the ghost of a smile tugging at her purple lips; the one that she used when she didn't want to shed her tough girl image. She half turned and gestured towards the motley crew waiting for her done too patiently, "Well…Ah better go…"

"You be fine Chére…" Remy kicked himself internally for saying the words-that he felt a need to comfort the dark angel in front of him. He found himself palming the Queen of Hearts before slipping it to her as if to punctuate his meaning, "Ya got people watching out for ya, hien."

Without another word she turned away from him and slipped away into the mist. Even though he knew better Remy couldn't stop himself from watching her leave. A part of him hoped that she might turn around. But she didn't. The Rogue was not the sort of girl that turned around…not even for the King of Hearts. It was one of the things Remy respected most about the Gothic Belle. The barest scrape of movement behind him tore Remy's attention away just as she disappeared; he turned to it's source.

Jean-Luc Lebeau looked done the worse for wear after his adventures as he measured his adopted son and the mist shrewdly, "Where ya gonna go now Remy?" He lifted an eyebrow, "After ta femme?"

"Hadn't thought 'bout dat," Remy admitted boldly surprised at the question.

"T'ings ain't always been de best between us Remy," Jean-Luc agreed quietly with a shake of his greying head, "Mais, ton féré. It'd be nice if ya'll stuck around for ya big brother's wedding."

The muscles in Remy's jaw clenched at the silent reminder buried deep in the innocent words. He slipped a Gauloise to his lips and lit it with a quick burst of kinetic energy from his finger, "If Remy stays it be for Henri…ain't promising to stick around none, hein."

"Den I suggest you talk ta Belle bout dat." A chill crept into the older man's words as he returned to his usual behaviour after the outburst of honesty.

The fire that simmered behind Remy's crimson eyes flared once more the only indication that the words meant anything to him. "Remy'll take care of his own business."

All discussion ceded as the men slipped silently into the night; the sooner they were out of Assassin territory the better. With each invisible step he drew closer to the past he had thought left behind. Back to his old haunts and habits, where the nights held wine and fellow thieves. It filled an empty part of Remy to know he'd be able to see his family once more but behind that a small part of Remy Lebeau cried out the desperate mantra, forget her…forget her…forget…her…

In a wave of warmth New Orleans welcomed home her prodigal son with open arms.