Okay, here's the main idea. This is after the last episode of X-men Evolution. Remy came and joined the X-men (hints the last images of that episode) and eventually he and Rogue fell in love. I read in a few other Fanfiction stories where Rogue got control of her power because she trusted people. Her power only comes up when she's nervous or threatened. So that's what I'm running with. Obviously she and Remy can touch now and we all know what happens. But, Rogue gets pregnant and this is the outcome of that. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-men evolution or any of the characters, settings, or lines from it. However, the characters that belong to me are the new ones that no one recognizes. (in this chapter the doctor and the two nurses are mine. Other character will come in later.) This goes for the entire story.

Prologue

Tears streamed silently down the broken woman's face. They had fallen all through the night, and promised to fall through the day as well. The words continued to repeat themselves in her mind, playing over and over again like some sort of sick broken record. "We're sorry, Miss. Darkholme, the child didn't make it." Everything in her refused to believe those words. She had seen the baby, their baby, her baby. She had seen them holding it, heard it cry, saw it's little hands crunch into fists and it's beautiful face scrunch up to scream. It had been alive; she knew it had been alive, and healthy. They had said it was healthy before any of this even began. But now? Now they were telling her it was dead.

Emerald eyes squeezed shut in a futile attempt to stop the tears from poring down her cheeks. It still didn't help. She had lost her child…their child. What was worse, she would never have children again. She had blown their only chance. It was her fault. Her own damn fault. A soft breeze blew into the room as the tan wooden door squeaked open. Katherine Pryde made her way slowly into the room, as if she was walking on eggshells. Each step she took was almost soundless. Without uttering a word she closed the door behind her and moved to the plush chair beside the hospital bed.

"Rogue?" Kitty's voice held a sense of sorrow in it, of hurt that flew through Rogue's body and aided the tears in streaming down her face. She was used to the tears by now, a tear for every second her baby wouldn't live. No since in whipping them away either, they would just continue to come. For a moment, Kitty was silent, waiting for Rogue to answer. When Rogue didn't respond, Kitty tried again.

"Rogue, please talk to me." This time Rogue moved, the paper gown she was in felt odd against the white sheet she was under, but any protection from the cold she felt inside she was grateful for, even if it was only a little bit of help. Rogue couldn't turn to face Kitty yet, but she could at least let her know she was listening.

"Nothin ta talk about." She mumbled and was surprised her voice didn't crack. Kitty closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before continuing.

"Rogue, you can't continue sulking like this. I know it's, like, hard but you've got to, like, pull out of it. You're friends need you. Gambit needs you."

That struck a chord in Rogue's heart. Gambit. She could almost see his face now, standing beside her, holding her hand, telling her everything was going to be alright. But everything wasn't all right. Their baby had died. He had lied. His face came to her mind once again, the look that had crept over his features when the doctor had come in with that horribly sad expression on his face. "Your baby didn't survive. We did everything we could, but…I'm truly sorry."

It didn't hit Rogue until her tired eyes had turned to Remy. His red on black eyes were wide and unblinking. His body stood rigid, unmoving, as if he wasn't even breathing. Slowly, his eyes had turned to her and she had read the fear, the hurt, and the pain hidden behind them as if she had been reading a book. Without a word he had turned to her and swept her into his arms. That's when it registered. Their baby was dead. She had clung to him then, held to him as if her life was falling away with the sobs that racked her body. But that pain hadn't been enough.

Of course the doctors had made sure everyone knew about the death. The baby was in the morgue, already in a small casket that Rogue couldn't see. She was bed-ridden until further notice, for fear of not only her health but her sanity as well. At first Remy never left her side. No one came into the room, save the doctors and nurses. No one spoke. Not even Remy and Rogue. At some point Remy had asked the doctor if Rogue was going to be alright, apparently fearful for her. The doctor had sighed and shook his head slowly. Rogue was surprised how little she cared. His words hit hard, but nothing would ever hit her as hard as she had already been hit.

"There were complications during the birth. I'm afraid you aren't going to be able to produce any more children." It was amazing how emotionless those words seemed to be. How emotionless Rogue seemed to be. It hit Remy hard and he had sunk back into his chair. Neither had said a word since. At some point Remy had left, not being able to see Rogue like this anymore. It had been a week since he spent more than two minutes at a time in her room. He came in, left flowers, kissed her cheek, asked if she was alright and when she didn't answer, which she never did, he would kiss her forehead and leave. Where he went she never knew…the emotionless part of her didn't care.

"Rogue?" Kitty brought her back to this time…two weeks after the death of their child. Neither Remy nor Rogue had gone to the funeral. Remy had come into the room long enough for their daily ritual, and he had smelled strongly of alcohol. After the funeral, people began to get brave and enter her room. She didn't speak to anyone, except Kitty. Kitty had always been her friend and the two times Rogue had ignored her had hurt her to the point of her screaming at Rogue to snap out of it. She was the only one to get a response from Rogue.

"Rogue, like come on." Rogue sighed and rolled over so she could face Kitty. It had been two weeks since Rogue had looked in a mirror. She had no clue what she looked like but from the wide-eyed gasp she got from Kitty she assumed it wasn't good. After a moment Kitty gained control of her features and said, "Um...they're releasing you today. Mr. McCoy and the Professor are here to take you home." She looked away for a moment and then grinned, "So is, like, half the institute. Although, I think you could probably come back with me to the brotherhood's mansion…if you wanted to." Kitty had moved in with the brotherhood a while ago. Approximately a year ago, when her son, Alec, who's father was Lance, was born.

Rogue didn't smile. It made her heart feel a little better but it still hurt to show any emotion. How could she when she had killed her baby? "Rogue, you can't, like, stay like this forever. Now get up and, like, get dressed."

Rogue was slow to comply, but she did eventually manage to slide out of bed. After a few moments of struggling with her clothes she slipped into an old pair of jeans and a long sleeved red shirt. Her body was week from not moving for two weaks and from the emotional strain, but she'd be damned if she was going let anyone see that.

Together, Kitty and Rogue wobbled out into the lobby, Kitty holding onto Rogue tightly. It was weird being out of that hospital room. The room had become so familiar to her that she almost couldn't believe there was a place outside that room. But there was, and she was going to have to re-enter it.

Just as Kitty had said, half the mansion was sitting in the Lobby. Without a word Logan stood from where he sat, walked toward the two girls and sweept Rogue into his arms. He carried her bridal style past everyone and toward the elevator that was being held open for them. She caught sight of Bobby, holding Jubilee close to him, and a pregnant Storm standing silently beside a very blue Hank. Had he always been that blue? The Professor was waiting for them inside the elevator, looking just the way he always had.

She barely made out the hurt voice of Jean as she whispered something to a statue like Scott. Her brother was the only one to step toward her but one growl from Logan had Kurt backing up again. Logan knew she didn't need this. She was sure once they got back to the mansion everyone would start with the questions. They were going to walk on eggshells around her again. Just like they had after the Apocalypse incident. It was hard to believe that that had only been a year ago. She was what? Seventeen then.

Time had flown by once Gambit had joined the X-men. She had learned to touch, thanks to an always present Gambit and always diligent Professor. Only when she felt threatened did her powers flare. She was too emotionless to feel threatened now. Gambit had been the first person she had touched. His eyes had sparkled and without so much as a word he had pulled her to him and kissed her long and hard. They had spent the night together, and a month later had discovered their little miracle. Pregnant at eighteen.

That miracle was gone now. Tears stung her eyes but she refused to let them fall anymore. No more tears. The elevator rose slowly to the top floor of the hospital, to what Rogue assumed was the X-Jet. They stepped inside the jet and Rogue was greeted with the black walls of the Blackbird. Kurt ported into the Jet, along with Scott, Jean and Storm. Xavier stayed toward the back of the jet with Logan and Rogue, who was looking out the window.

"Rogue, there aren't any words anyone can say that will ease your pain." Xavier began and Rogue nodded. "I wish there were," he added and she nodded again. "I want you to know that we are all here for you, Rogue. Everyone."

Her eyes traveled the length of the X-Jet to her closest friends and once again her heart loosened a little. Then something dawned on her. She cleared her throat and whispered, "Where's Remy."

The silence that filled the hull of the X-Jet scared Rogue more than anything any of them could have said. Not even Xavier answered her for a long moment. Everyone looked away from her when she tried to make eye-contact with someone. Her heart sped up and she turned desperate eyes to Logan.

"Where's Remy?" she repeated.

Logan looked at the ground and slowly mumbled the words, "He's gone, Darlin."

Before any of this had happened Rogue may have cried, screamed, or even fainted. But the only thing that came out of her mouth was a very silent, "Oh." Logan glanced up at her but she turned back to the window. Emotionless, yes, that was the word. "When?"

"Yesterday." Xavier answered for Logan. Rogue missed the silent Thanks Logan gave Charles. "He left you a note, in your room. No one has touched it."

Rogue was silent the remainer of the trip. Once the jet pulled into the hanger everyone filed out in silence. A soft hand on Rogue's wrist caused her to pause on her way out and she turned to look at Charles.

"Rogue, about the baby…" Rogue didn't let him finish. For the first time since the Doctor came in she voiced the words she had been thinking all along.

"My baby's not dead, Professor." She whispered. Pain flashed in his eyes, pain and concern. "I know it's alive. And I'm gona find it."

"Rogue, you don't even know the sex of your baby. Remember, you didn't want to know."

Rogue shook her head, determined. "I'll find it." she repeated. Logan and Charles shared the same look, but even Logan couldn't argue with her. Her mind was set. Her baby was alive, and she wouldn't rest until she found it. Logan shook his head sadly as he escorted Rogue back to her room. The room hadn't been touched, yet Remy's things were gone. She tried to ignore that. He would come back. After she found their baby he would come back. She had to believe that.

Her hand caressed the white envelope on her dresser with care and she slowly picked it up and opened it.

Chere,

Everything in me tells me I'm doing the wrong thing. That I should stay and fight this through with you. But I can't. It just hurts too much. And no amount of liquor with Logan is ever going to take that way. I need to be alone, to think, to get away. Je suis si désolé, bébé, for everything. But there was nothing I could do. Please don't blame yourself for this, Chere. I promise I'll come home. I just don't know when. Please forgive me.

Je suis si désolé.

Remy LeBeau

She took two deep breaths and folded the letter back together. Her emerald eyes traveled to the mirror in front of her and she gasped. Her face was pale, her hair a knotted matted mess, and her eyes sunken into her skull. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and pulled out a notebook. Remy would be back. His letter promised that. She had until he came home to find their baby. And she would find it. Even if it took her the rest of her life.

Back at the hospital

A very lean nurse leaned sadly against the wall to the room that had just been vacated. She and her partner scanned the room one last time, making sure it was spotless for the next patient they had. The thin nurse turned to the black one and in a hushed voice whispered, "Liz, the woman knows."

Liz shut the door to the room and spun on the other nurse. "I didn't tell her." Her eyes narrowed and she added, "Amanda, you know what happens if you spill the beans." Amanda glared at the other woman.

"I didn't tell her either. But I can't help not wanting to. I mean, we saw Doctor Sanders give the baby to that man. I know we had to pronounce it dead but, Liz, don't you feel sorry for them. That poor girl. I don't think she'll ever recover from it. And what's to happen to that baby?"

"I don't know. Maybe it will go to an orphanage. I bet Doctor Sanders made some money off of it. It's too late to do anything about it now, Amanda. Stop worrying about that baby and its mother and start worrying about what will happen to us if Doctor Sanders finds out we saw him." Amanda shuttered at that idea and together the two nurses left the hospital. Amanda wondered for a moment if she should tell Liz what she had done. It had been the right thing to do…hadn't it? The baby wouldn't know who had given her the locket.

Amanda had noticed the locket on top of a pile of gifts and knowing Doctor Sanders's reputation had locked it around the baby's neck before she had handed it to him. Who knew what was on that locket, but maybe, just maybe, the baby would find its way home. She nodded to herself; it had definitely been the right thing to do.

Okay, I know this was so melodramatic but I had to make it that way. Sorry about Remy leaving her guys but it had to be done. He's emotional and it kinda goes with his character. (Note the kinda). Anyway things will get better from here. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I'm going to try to add a chapter every day, but if I don't get any reviews I won't add a chapter. Sorry but that's the way I work. Flames welcome as long as they are helpful. If you hate my work tell me why, not just that you hate it. Tell me what you think. Please Review!