Hello one and all!!! This is my one-shot of a Romy story I had going in my head for a while now for Wolverine and the X-Men. Since we all know the two have yet to acknowledge each other in the series, I decided to make up my own scenario, possibly what should happen in season 2… Yeah, but that'll probably never happen though. A girl can dream, right? XD

Disclaimer: Marvel owns all X-Men related things, though I own this fic and the general concept for it.

Rating: Rated T for language and subject matter.

Enjoy the story!!!

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The mansion was still that evening.

It had been months after the Phoenix Force was expelled from Jean's body, months since Magneto and the Brotherhood had disappeared without a trace, weeks of concern over the new foreboding future that Charles Xavier told them of, where a mutant named Apocalypse now ruled as the judgment over all of mankind. Laws over mutant registration slowly fading from people's minds as the Senator retracted his earlier position on mutant rights. Though the future still remained a mystery, nothing to the X-Men was an immediate concern. Life was back to when it was simpler; the students were slowly returning to Westchester and past relationships between lovers and friends healing from the escapades over the last 2 years.

But even with all this happiness filling their lives, they knew it could never last.

Logan stood in the lower levels of the mansion, talking with Hank about the uninvited visitor that darkened their doorway no more then a few hours ago.

"What makes him think he's welcome here?" he demanded in a harsh tone.

Hank replied, not looking away from whatever experiment he was currently preoccupied with, "Perhaps it his conscience that is catching up with him. He has not been the most noble of people."

"Which is exactly why we should have dropped his ass out of here and back to the MRD," Logan retorted with a grunt.

"The MRD would not have taken him as a prisoner after all the solicitations he has done for Senator Kelly," Hank reminded him, "And besides, the government no longer holds mutants captive as per Kelly's mandate."

"Yeah? Well maybe the police will hold him for the slimy thief that he is," Logan growled, "Mutant or not, he's a criminal by any standards."

Hank looked up from his work, "Now that I will agree with."

"I just don't understand why the other's would agree with Rogue to keep him here instead," Logan bemoaned, remembering the conversation the team had.

Hank could only think of a handful of reasons, "Maybe Cyclops wishes to keep him as inside intelligence on the government, just in case Kelly changes his mind about mutants. Though Kurt clearly doesn't agree with Scott's opinion."

Logan wasn't buying it, "It's more Rogue I have the problem with. Whatever One-Eye has in store for him I could care less about. But she was the one that started the idea."

"Yes, she did appear odd about the whole situation," Hank replied, scratching his blue haired chin in thought, "Well, let's just be thankful that Forge was able to adjust the inhibitor collar so he could not use his powers. With that on, there's not much he can do but wait until we decide what to do with him."

"Well making him part of the team sure as hell ain't one of the options," Logan finished, turning back to the lab doors, "I'm gonna go check on the traitor, make sure he hasn't already escaped."

Hank shook his head and returned to his work, knowing that Rogue held some secret she didn't want her teammates to know about.

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As Logan and Hank spoke, the 'traitor' in question sat silently in his glass cube, a prisoner among his own kind.

He stood from the chair placed in the room and tapped at the glass, reinforced by numerous paneling, making it nearly indestructible. The tap sounded no different from tapping on ice 2 feet thick in winter. He would sit back down for hours, fiddling with the playing cards that never left his side.

By the time hour three rolled around, he heard the compressor that opened the doors and heels clicking at the solid steel floors. He didn't think much of it. The psychic red-head had been there before, hoping to probe his mind for information, finding nothing against his own barriers. But when the sound stopped and no conversation began, he became curious. He looked over his shoulder and instantly regretted it.

"Rogue?" he asked almost breathlessly. He couldn't believe it was her, it had been over a year since he last saw her. He had no idea she was back with the X-Men. It didn't mean she changed that much though. She was still the mysterious beauty he remembered, "Dat you, chere?"

Rogue stood with a disappointed expression at the man Logan had called a traitor to mutants. She had no idea it him he was talking about until she saw the surveillance of the cell.

"Why'd you do it, Remy?" she asked him.

Remy stood from the chair and approached her by the glass, "Chere, it's not what you t'ink."

Her mood did not change, "All this tahme… Ah had no idea it was you that was workin' for Kelly."

"Kelly approached us as de Guild. I had no choice."

"No choice?!" Rogue exclaimed, her voice gaining strength, "You nearly destroyed half the mutant population with those bombs on Genosha. Ah'd say that's pretty hard to decide whether or not to do."

"Would you listen?" Remy retorted, "Kelly specifically wanted de mutant for de job. You know I was sworn to de Guild when requested. I had to pull it."

"And what? Your moral conscience took a back seat?" She replied, crossing her arms over her chest as she slowly became more angry then disappointed.

Remy's teeth started to grit, "Eit'a dat o' death. What would you do?"

Rogue stood shocked for a moment, "They threatened to kill ya?"

"You know what de Guilds are like, Rogue. Any surprise dat dey'd kill one o' dere own to avoid a leak?"

She thought back to the Guilds in New Orleans, "That still ain't no excuse fo' what ya did, Remy. Hurtin' innocent mutants so ya family can get a bit mo' money in their pockets."

Remy knew, "If it helps my case, I didn't take any o' de profits," he confessed with a smirk, "Dirty money in our line o' work."

Rogue then questioned him again, "Why weren't the Assassins hired? Ah mean, a thief makes sense to steal valuable technology. But fo' plantin' bombs and mass extermination?"

Remy sighed and walked back to his chair, "Like I said, chere, dey wanted de mutant to be de one on de job. Some point dey wanted to prove about how mutants would betray dere own."

"Which you did," Rogue replied hushed and ashamedly.

Remy decided it wasn't worth to keep fighting her on it. Her opinion of him wouldn't change. Hell, even his opinion of him wouldn't change.

When he didn't hear her heels hitting metal again, he asked her, "Dere anyt'in' else?"

Rogue looked at him in slight disbelief, still not totally comprehending his being there.

"How was the weddin'?" she asked him plainly.

Remy didn't even flinch, "One hell ov'a party you missed," he replied coolly, "Julian's dead."

Remy heard Rogue gasp behind him. He saw her reflection in the glass in front of him and her face said it all.

"Assassin's wanted retribution fo' his death. So, I was outcasted from de Guilds," Remy continued to explain, "Looks like all yo' efforts to give me dat 'normal life' were fo' not'in', cherie."

It was true. Rogue had left him behind. She thought she did it for the right reasons. After all, why love someone you can't even touch?

"Ah'm sorry, Remy," she said, as if it would change anything.

"Dat lett'a you left me, de day I found you gone," Remy started, "Made me t'ink dat you'd be hidin' by yo'self for de rest of yo' life. All dat talk about bein' alone… It was all lies. Aft'a all, yo' back wit' de X-Men when you told me you wouldn't be. Not aft'a what happened."

Rogue looked away ashamed. And she thought she had come down here to find faults in the prisoner, not herself.

"Logan… was a bett'a lead'a then Ah gave him credit fo'," she replied, "Ah changed mah mahnd about the X-Men."

"Dat mean you could change yo' mind 'bout dis Cajun?" he asked, "Spent lots o' time just wonderin' what de fool in love did to chase you 'way."

"Why are ya here, Remy?" she asked him.

Remy shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe I's 'cause I'm tired o' buryin' skeleton's in my closet. Maybe do some good wit' de life I got left."

"Joinin' the X-Men?" Rogue questioned.

"Maybe bein' de good guy be fun fo' a whole… non?" he replied, looking back to Rogue for the first time.

Rogue still had her doubts. If what Logan had said about him was true, he'd done all kinds of things, like seducing Lorna, to achieve his own agenda.

"How do Ah know ya ain't here as a lacky for the government again? Maybe workin' for the Friends of Humanity?" She replied.

Remy stood from the chair again, "I already told you, Rogue. I didn' have de choice. And I'm done wit' de Guilds and de government."

"But how do Ah know ya ain't lyin'?" she countered.

Remy looked at her incredulously, "What, you need proof?" he asked, earning a shrug from the snappy girl, "Den absorb me."

Rogue nearly fell over in shock, "Lahke Ah'd want ya thoughts in mah head!"

"Well den, I guess you ain't nev'a gonna know de truth, eh chere?"

Rogue bit her lip in annoyance, "Fo'get it, Cajun," she replied as she turned away from the glass and back to the doors.

"Come on. All ya gotta do is open up dat door an' all de answers are yo's, Rogue," Remy continued, making it harder for Rogue to turn away. She stopped mid-step and contemplated the option. Looking back at the man on the other side of the glass wall, seemingly uneager for her response, she decided she would do it for the team's benefit.

Rogue removed one of her gloves and walked back to the panel, punching in a 4 digit code and scanning her bare hand, unlocking the door that separated Rogue from Remy's real goal at the mansion. Remy stood smirking as he always did as the door slid open. Rogue was dead serious about this and she cautiously moved into the cell, closing the door behind her so he couldn't try escaping.

She faced him again and the two stared back in the other's eyes. Only then Rogue realized how long it had been since she last saw Remy. A year apart can be painful. But she thought she moved on from him and had accepted her fate long ago.

Remy opened his arms in a 'come and get it' form, "Well…" he started, "Touch away, chere."

Rogue regained her composure and raised her uncovered hand towards his face. Barely a whisper on his skin, a brush against his scruff, Rogue absorbed the information she needed and removed her hand just as quick, leaving Remy disorientated and out of breath, but still conscience. Remy looked up at her face and her eyes now matched his own as she mentally scanned through the information she took from him. His reaction to seeing her again, his purpose coming to the X-Men, his being banned from the Guilds, it was all true. Even his marriage with Belladonna failing. He wasn't lying.

Rogue looked back at Remy, her eyes already fading back to their original vibrant green as her eyes also glazed over.

"You were tellin' the truth…" she spoke softly, tears building in her eyes. Not only did she grasp the information he promised was the truth, she knew that he still loved her… after all that time and after what she did, Remy still loved her, "It's all true," she said again, allowing the tears of her guilt to fall.

Remy regained his strength quickly and enveloped Rogue in his arms as she cried against his chest. She felt ashamed and guilty for leaving behind the only person that ever loved her because she was afraid of hurting him. Rogue then realized that that never mattered to him. Remy didn't care about her powers. He cared about her and even after she hurt him more then her powers ever could, he would still have that love for her.

"Ah'm so sorry…" Rogue mumbled into his chest over and over again, feeling unworthy of his forgiveness. Though she knew he seeked the same forgiveness. She would defend him. She would convince Logan to let Remy be a part of the X-Men. If not, she would leave with him. Go back to the way things used to be. It was as simple as that.

Remy gently cooed to her with comforting words, "C'est bon de vous avoir de retour, chere. Je vous ai manqué." (It's good to have you back, dear. I missed you.)

Rogue still cried as she looked up to him. God how she wished she could kiss him. She noticed the inhibitor collar that was around his neck and the idea sparked into her head. She quickly reached into the belt she kept around her waist and retrieved the key that Forge gave to all the X-Men, just incase the collar was ever used against them. Remy looked at her curiously as she still sniffled, searching around her belt and pulled a key from it. He remained confused until she reached up around his neck and unlocked the collar. Remy instantly felt the heat of his power returning to his fingers as she removed it from him.

"Merci beaucoup, chere," Remy said gratefully, stretching his sore neck. It was then he noticed that she didn't toss the collar to the side so they could continue their reconciliation. Instead, Rogue turned the collar around and placed it on her own neck and locked it into place, activating it instantly. She put the key back into her pocket and looked up to Remy again, a faint smile spreading across her face.

"Guess bein' with the X-Men has it's benefits," she said optimistically. Rogue gingerly approached Remy again – who was stunned by her actions – and slowly raised her bare hand again, delicately touching Remy's cheek without repercussion. Even a year ago, they had never been like this. There was no way for them to be like this. To feel his skin like this for Rogue made her heart skip leaps and bounds.

Remy closed his eyes as Rogue's fingers moved along his jaw. Her hands were so smooth against his harsh features and it soothed his very soul. Remy wordlessly raised his own hand and held her chin, his thumb brushing away the tears that had fallen down her blemish-free face. He opened his eyes again and the two simply stared at the other for the longest time. Nothing outside that cell existed during that time. They were all that mattered to each other. Though they fought many times in the past and though they would probably continue to fight, they knew that they would not be happy without each other.

Rogue slipped her hand down from his cheek to around his neck and gently pulled Remy towards her, though she met little resistance. They briskly whispered words of love that had long since been overdue and the two lovers kissed each other for the first time and somehow, they both knew it was heaven. The growing passion between them spent in tension now being expressed in the simplest form of affection. It was slow and tentative. Neither wanted to rush this. They enjoyed it too much.

Remy had begun to edge Rogue towards the door of the cell and her back was soon pressed against it, though their kiss never broke. They began feeling each other through their uniforms, remembering how the other felt from memories so long ago.

However, good things never last.

"What the HELL is going on here?!"

Rogue and Remy separated from the other as if teenagers caught in an awkward situation… well, they kind of were.

"Rogue?!" Logan exclaimed, "Mind explaining why you're fondling the enemy?"

Rogue began adjusting herself, feeling highly uneasy about the circumstances, "Um… Well, yah see Logan… Remy and Ah were just…"

"Remy?" Logan cut her off, "The traitor has a name?"

Rogue continued determinely, "Yes… An' he ain't as bad as ya said he was."

"Rogue, I don't think you understand the whole situation," Logan phrased, moving up to the cell door and opening it to get Rogue out of there and away from the Cajun scum-bag.

"Logan, please! He's not who ya think he is!" Rogue pleaded with him as he pulled her out of the cell with brute force. However, with the collar on, any strength she may have been able to muster was no use.

Logan just continued on, "Oh I know exactly what kind of guy he is and if he thinks he's gettin' on this team and anywhere near you, he's got another thing comin'."

Remy immediately jumped in, "Get yo' hands off her, mon ami," he said, charging a few of his cards and hitting Logan in the back of his head. His grip loosened and Rogue instantly fell backwards towards Remy, who caught her with ease.

Logan recovered and snarled at the Cajun intruder, unsheathing his adamantium claws in the process.

Rogue quickly jumped back to calm them both down, "Stop it! Both of ya!"

The two men refused to back off, Logan's claws still ready to kill and Remy's cards at the ready.

"Rogue, get out of the way," Logan demanded.

"No!" she countered, "Ah swear, if ya'll hurt a hair on his head, Ah'm gonna kill ya mahself."

Logan knew a threat like that wasn't something Rogue threw around very often. And as much as he hated to, he retracted his claws. But his snarl didn't disappear, "Why the hell are you defendin' him, Rogue?"

"Should that matt'a?" she replied, "You're condemning him befo' ya even know him."

"I know plenty."

"Well then maybe ya weren't listenin'," she snapped back.

Remy could only stand by as he watched Rogue fight so vigorously for him against a man she considered her family.

"Ah know Remy, okay?" Rogue admitted, "We used tah… know each other."

No other words were needed to understand what she meant. Logan looked between the two. Remy still on guard should Logan attack again and Rogue fighting so defensively.

"How do we know ain't changed from when you 'knew' him?" Logan asked much more calmly.

Rogue looked back at Remy, who wouldn't take his eyes off Logan in a quiet stance. She looked back to Logan, "Ah absorbed him… tah see if he was tellin' the truth."

Logan could only ask the obvious, "And…?"

Rogue felt badly for speaking on Remy's behalf, but they both knew Logan wouldn't listen if it came from Remy, "What Remy did for the MRD wasn't his fault, Logan. He was threatened into doin' it."

"And now…?" Logan continued.

"Now… He's out of it. That's why he wants tah join the X-Men. Make up fo' what he did," Rogue explained. She bore into Logan how sternly she felt about this.

Logan groaned, looking to the Cajun as he spoke, "Are you sure about this guy, Rogue? He's trustworthy?"

Remy stared right back at the Canadian as Rogue replied, "Ah promise ya, he's a good guy."

Logan sighed, there was no way he would get out this, "Alright. He can stay, but only on probationary status. The Cajun does anythin' we don't like and he's outta here, got it?"

Rogue's face lit up with happiness as she turned back to Remy, who had finally dropped his defenses, and hugged him profusely, which he returned in kind. The two shared a long embrace and Logan cleared his throat to grab their attention, "Gumbo," he said, "You do anything to hurt her and you're dead meat? You hear me?"

Remy could only joke, "Crystal, mon ami."

Logan turned to leave, "Rogue, show him around, I guess. I'm gonna go tell the others."

"Thanks, Logan," Rogue said before he left.

As the door closed, Rogue let out a sigh of relief, "Well, glad that's ov'a with," before turning back to the man beside her, who already had that devilish smirk on his face, "What're ya thinkin' about, Swamp Rat?"

"Monsieur Logan said dat you should show me around. Maybe we should both get acquainted wit' my sleepin' arrangements, non?" he drawled in that seductive tone Rogue had not heard in so long.

She could only laugh at the comment, "Ha, ya haven't changed a bit, have ya?"

"No' at all," He laughed, quickly wrapped his arm around Rogue's waist and pulled her face to his as he kissed her.

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Yay! Gotta say, I'm very happy with this one. I WAS going to make it an "M Rated" fic (use your imaginations). And for all I know, I may just write an M Rated version. Depends on what people think of this.

So PLEASE read, review, comments, concerns? Anything at all! I'm always glad to hear a response. ^__^

Until next time…