Author's Note: Another shameless songfic, sorry!! This story is not related to my other series. Which I will be continuing after I get over some writer's block. Anyway, it's an AU of what could have happened after X-Treme X-Men #18. It's an angsty Rogue/Gambit. Don't get me wrong, I'm a huge R&R fan! It's just… I guess I was just in an angsty place. Tell me what you think. If you want a sequel or if you hated it and wish it would die. I wanna know!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not X-Men or Marvel comics. Definitely not Monica or her song "So Gone". Only my doggie. Sammy. And you can't have him!!

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So Gone

by, Caliente

{So gone over you, you, you, you}

She stormed into her room. Correction _their_ room. She threw her suitcase on the bed and started ripping her clothing out of the dresser and shoving it into the innocent luggage. She noticed the picture of him she kept by her side of the bed. She picked it up and glared at his smiling face. Then she chucked the picture, frame and all, at the door. The glass shattered, showering the floor like crystals. She looked at the floor and saw her tears drop next to the glass.

{Silly of me/Devoted so much time/To find you unfaithful, boy/I never lost my mind}

6 months ago…

They had lost their powers and almost their lives. He had been ready to die but Rogue had begged to stay. "Ah won't let you go!" she had cried frantically. "You don't run out on us so easy! You got no right to call us quits b'fore we've had a decent chance t' get started!" She finally managed to drag him back to the living. She wanted them to work.

Later she found him. He was disappointed and disheartened but she tried to comfort him. She explained herself. "We've had our moments, Remy. They're not enough, they've made me greedy. Ah want a lifetime," she explained, hoping he would listen.

He did. Remy's answer was simple. "Okay."

She didn't understand. Nothing in their relationship had ever been that easy. "Okay?"

He wasn't ready to commit. Not in a forever sort of way. "No promises. Not yet, anyway." But he was willing to compromise. "We take t'ings day by day, we see where it leads, fair?"

She smiled slightly. He would never change. Not really. But she could hope. "It's a start," she replied. The future was full of hope. [1]

{Drive pass your house every night/In an unmarked car/Wonderin' what she had on me/To make you break my heart, yeah}

2 months ago…

She discovered his second home by mistake. Just happened to notice the rent on their bills and decided to check it out. Thought maybe it was a mistake. No sense in paying if it was. She jumped in her red sports car and jetted over to the address. It was right across town from her house and she had no problem finding it. 'Cute little abode,' she thought with a smile. She parked a few houses away, prepared to go talk to the owner about the rent charge. That's when she heard a familiar noise. A motorcycle. She watched from behind her car. Something just felt wrong. A bike pulled up to the house in question and a man hopped off. He wasn't wearing a helmet and his auburn hair was windswept in the most appealing manner. But his long hair didn't hide his eyes. His demon eyes. Red on black. "Remy…" she whispered in the wind. She watched him help his companion off the bike. She was Rogue's polar opposite. Blonde hair unlike Rogue's brown, slender where Rogue was curvy, bright blue eyes instead of the stormy green. She was built like a model and gorgeous.

"What're we going to do tonight, Remy?" she asked in a sultry voice.

"Dunno, ma p'tite chere. Have any ideas?" he countered with a smirk.

The blonde met his smirk with one of her own. "Only naughty ones."

"Dose are de best kind, non?" He continued talking, but they had shut the door so Rogue could hear no more.

"That lyin' Swamp Rat!" Rogue yelled to no one in particular. "Ah'll skin him alive! Ah'll kill him!" But she didn't. She returned home. To their home. 'I just want to gather more evidence,' she convinced herself. 'Ah'm sure he didn't mean it.' Still, Rogue felt that sinking feeling. Her heart was slowly breaking.

{You make me feel I'm so gone (So gone), oh…/You make me/Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I,/ooh}

Present day…

She returned to her suitcase and shoving her items into it. She was careful to not take anything of his. Nothing he had given her. She made a pile. Stuffed animals, 'Ugh,' she thought. 'How corny.' Jewelry, 'Given with broken promises or fake apologies,' she told herself. Clothing, 'Ah, my favorite,' she recalled sarcastically. 'Always given to make me look good to him. Still wasn't enough.' Photo albums and pictures, 'Memories, good and bad,' she remembered with a grimace. 'Full of disappointment and heartache.' She formed her pile on their bed. She looked at all the items and grimaced slightly. They caused nothing but pain now.

{Nights I couldn't sleep, uh/You let the sun beat you home/I asked myself over again/What am I doing wrong}

3 ½ Months ago…

She would stay up waiting. At first she would just fall asleep and he would be there in the morning. But she began to wonder. When did he come home? What time? So she stayed up all night, waiting. Waiting for her so-called boyfriend to come home. Wondering where he was. Why he didn't want to come be with her. Uncertain to what this meant for their relationship.

He would finally trudge in at 5am and collapse. 5am?! She was shocked. Rogue didn't understand. There was a time when she was all he wanted. Now he seemed to be avoiding her. She couldn't fathom the reason. There had to be a reason. Was she doing something wrong? Did he have a job he wasn't telling her about? What was going on?

{To make you stay out all night/And not think to call/What does she have over me/To make him not think to call home}

6 Weeks ago…

She still stayed up waiting. But now it was different. She spent her time thinking instead of worrying. She would wonder, 'was he with her?' Blondie. She didn't even get the courtesy of a call anymore. Apparently he didn't have any thoughts of her at all anymore. That made her angry. How could he just forget her like she was some cheap whore that he kept around for his personal amusement? She was supposed to be his girlfriend. At the very least his friend. And look how he disrespected her. And for what? A perfect blonde Barbie. There was something about that girl. She had something that Rogue lacked. What it was, Rogue was at a loss. She had no clue. All she knew was that the blonde was winning the battle. She was apparently what Remy wanted. Not Rogue. Rogue was cast aside for the newer model.

{You make me feel I'm so gone, oh…/You make me/Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I,/ooh}

Present day…

She gathered her pile of 'Remy stuff' off the bed and headed into the living room. She threw all of the stuff into the fireplace. Then she lit a match. Looking at the match for a moment, she contemplated what she was about to do. And then threw the match into the fireplace as well.

It wasn't an explosion. It was something slow and subtle, and she relished it. She watched all the broken promises, betrayal, lies, and memories go up in smoke. Like they were erased from her mind. Gone forever, never to return.

{Listen, boy, I'm a rowdy chick/Some times I have to fight 'cause my mouth too slick/Baby, why you doin' me like I ain't worth this shit/Make me wanna ride passed your house and sit/Kick down your door and smack your chick/Just to show you I'm not havin' it/So in love with you like a drug habit get/You treat me so unreal}

3 weeks ago…

She wanted to kick the bitch's ass. Even powerless, she was still a force to be reckoned with. Blondie wouldn't know what hit her. Actually, her name was Angelica Moore. She was actually an innocent bystander. Rogue had investigated her, trying to find out if she was a slut or just a home wrecker. She was neither. She was a part-time model, part-time waitress who thought Remy was just a handsome single guy. The young girl, she was only a year younger than Rogue but still, was blissfully unaware of what she had done. Correction, was doing.

Sometimes Rogue would fantasize about getting her revenge. She would drive over to _their_, not her and Remy but Angelica and Remy, house and sit. Waiting for the opportunity to get in there and kick some ass. She might not blame Angelica but she was still angry with her. If she ever got her hands on the blonde girl, let's just say Angelica would hope that Rogue hadn't regained her power of super strength. Then she would have her way with Remy. Force him to love her so she could hurt him the way he hurt her. Force him to feel the pain she felt. Force him to know the anguish she knew.

{What she do, I do better (Ooh…oh…)/What she do to make you love her (What did she do)/Is it real or forever/Baby, please can't we stay together (Is it real or forever)/What she do, I do better (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)/What she do to make you love her (Yeah, ooh…)/Is it real or forever (Is it real)/Baby, please can't we stay together (Oh)}

1 week ago…

She tried everything. Tried to be better at everything. Still he went. She didn't comprehend. She was sure she was good in bed. She had been especially open to suggestions as of late. Yet it wasn't enough. Nothing was. He would still go to her. Why?

Then it dawned on her. Love. He must love her. Angelica. His new love. It made sense. He never said those words to Rogue anymore. Just that morning, she had said, "Love ya, sugah." His casual reply was, "Me too, chere." When was the last time he had told her he loved her? He hadn't. Not for months. In fact he never seemed to say it unless he was about to lose her. 'Seattle… Antarctica… when he thought I was gonna die… when we both were about to die…,' she counted mentally. 'Never just because. Only whenever he was about to lose me.'

She continued the week in a daze. He didn't love her. _He_ didn't love _her_. After all they'd been through. She kept up the façade, though. She didn't let on that she knew. Rogue usually wasn't one for subtlety but she didn't know how to approach this. She didn't know what to do. 'Can we stay together?' she kept asking herself over and over again. But she was too afraid to answer.

{Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Whoa and I love you to love you, baby)/Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, ooh…/Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Whoa and I love you to love you, baby)/Whoa and I love you to love you, baby (Just to show you I'm, not havin' it), yeah}

2 hours ago…

He wasn't home again. Another night spent out with the blonde girl. She was alone again. The question that had been haunting her for the past week continued. 'Can we stay together?' she wondered again. Finally she answered her question. 'No.' That was it. She couldn't stay with him. She loved him so much it hurt. It physically pained her to know that he didn't love her. She loved him so much. She had been willing to do anything for him. For _them_. But now… it was all meaningless. God she loved him though. More than anything else. Somehow, she didn't think that would ever change.

{You make me feel I'm so gone, oh…/You make me/Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I,/ooh}

Present day…

She watched the last of the fire burn out. It was just glowing embers. All the evidence of their relationship gone, she grabbed her bag again. She did a last minute check, to make sure she had all her belongings. She wrote a note to Remy and placed it on the counter. She looked around the place she had called home for five months with the man she loved and felt tears fill her eyes. Oh she was angry, but at the same time her heart was breaking all over again. She dragged her suitcase to the door and grabbed her keys. With one last glance around, she held her head high and opened to door. To find Remy.

{Said that I need you/I don't really need you/Said that I need you, ooh}

Present day…

She looked at him, startled. And he looked equally surprised to see her, bag in hand, preparing to leave their home. "Rogue, chere, what's--?" he began asking carefully, watching her every movement.

She interrupted him by placing her bare finger on his lips. Without saying a word, she gave him a soft kiss and slowly retreated to her sports car. He watched her go, pack her things in, and drive off into the darkness. Somehow, even in his shock, Remy made his way into the house and walked to the kitchen table. He sat in a chair for a moment before he noticed the note sitting in front of him. He lifted it to read it carefully.

Remy—

I know. I'm so gone.

— Rogue

P.S. I don't really need ya.

'Mon Dieu,' he thought in despair. 'She's left me. Because of Angelica. Why didn't she just beat me to a pulp like I expected?' He sat in shock for a while before forcing himself to get up and go to bed. Somehow he had to make things right. He didn't want to lose her, but he had a sinking feeling it was already too late. She was gone.

Rogue let the wind play with her hair as she raced down the road. She could feel the freedom ahead. She wasn't quite sure what to do with it, but she was a strong girl. She'd survive. But before she moved on, she had to say good bye. "Good-bye, Remy," she whispered to the wind. "Ah love ya. Always."

Remy lay in bed, wide awake. He could almost hear her bid him farewell. "Au revior ma chere," he told the dark, empty room. "Je t'aime. Toujours." Then he sighed and added, "I'm sorry. Mon Dieu am I sorry."