Pyrus: Warning This was done under the influence of dentist Novocain. I can barley think straight and i can't talk so you've been warned!
Disclaimer: No mater how much i think i might i still do not own X-men Stan Lee does and I'm fine with that.
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Rogue had been depressed and angry ever since that morning when she woke up and he wasn't there. He had just up and left leaving her asleep on their large queen mattress, curled up in the black silk sheets, without so much as a note telling her where he had gone.
Rogue had sulked over to see the Professor who told her about Remy and Piotr's emergency mission over in Russia. After being told that Rogue had trudged slowly back to their room, where she silently locked the door behind her unknowingly locking out Shields, the Toller puppy Remy had given her for her birthday four months ago.
Without a second thought about the others in the mansion before she fell atop the black silk sheets, tears falling like rain from her eyes into his pillow. Minutes after the door had closed and her sadness took full hold of her heart and mind, Shields came racing up to the door. The four month old Toller puppy scratched urgently at the solid wood door, barking loudly after no one opened the said door for him.
The pup's urgent barks caught Logan and Lexa's attention from the argument sending both animalistic mutants rushing to him. When they got there they were joined by a concerned Kitty, a worried Amara, and a frightened Rahne who quickly scooped up the puppy.
"Shhh, Shields, It's alright now." Rahne whispered to the pup, though his constant barking ceased it was quickly replaced by a soft whining.
"What's up with the pup?" Logan asked gruffly.
"He senses Rogue's distress." Amara said softly, while looking from the door to Kitty and then back to the door.
"Kitty..." Lexa asked after seeing Kitty's eyes and face fall slightly.
"I know why she's upset." Kitty finally mumbled.
"Why?" Logan finally asked.
"Well. Piotr and Remy had to go on an emergency mission last night. I suspect Remy like Piotr didn't wake her up when he left." Kitty said softly as she tried to hold back her tears, "I just finished up with the Professor who explained that it's an extremely dangerous mission."
It was about then that Warren and Alice came walking around the bend laughing about something, but that laughter quickly died after they spotted the group outside Rogue's room. Alice was the first to reach the group since she had flown down the hall out of worry.
"What's happened?" she asked hurriedly once seeing Shields' worried look.
"Rogue's upset about Gumbo leaving for a mission and not telling her." Logan grumbled.
Lexa looked like she was about to add something, when a strange aura surround the group. It was as if a all the hope and warmth in the air around them, was suddenly sucked out leaving only a raw cold sadness around them. Shields' howled loudly causing the other dogs in the mansion to raise their voices in response to the pup's call. Rahne dropped the pup, causing him to fall on to his feet in front of the door, and cover her ears with her hands in an attempt to block out the sad and urgent song from taking over her body.
"Rahne!" Alice yelled as the wolf girl collapsed to the ground.
"I am fine...I need to get to Hank." Rahne mumbled softly.
Warren quickly took one of Rahne's arms, while Alice took her other. Together the winged couple took off into the sky, carrying the wolf girl down the hall toward the med lab. Once they were gone Logan and the others noticed the sudden silence that surrounded them. Logan was the first to look down at Shields who was now lying down before Rogue's door, his amber colored head resting atop his front paws.
"Move it pup." Logan growled at the pup before him, who growled right back at the short Canadian man.
"Wolvie." Lexa said softly pulling on her 'father's' arm, but it was too late, Shields had already attacked.
The protective Toller had bolted from his lying down position until he was reared up on his hind legs. From there Shields bit Logan's wrist, his iron like jaw quickly drawing blood, which Logan's mutation quickly sealed.
"Shields. NO!" Amara screamed before flicking the puppy's nose causing him to let go.
From that point on, no one in the mansion ventured anywhere near Rogue's door. Shields and the other dogs had joined him in the hall, patrolling up and down it, as well as guarding the room. Shields never left the front of the door, amazingly not even when Rahne ventured by with his favorite treats. The pup only moved when the Professor asked him mentally to, so that Rogue would go and get dinner that first night.
When the Professor and Rogue finally descended the staircase to the dinning hall that night many of the students and staff were shocked at what Rogue wore. The normally covered from head to toe goth now wore black short shorts, that had 'Remy' written across the back of them. A bulky black hoddie covered her upper body, its hood tossed up covering her hair, though she still wore no gloves and was currently walking around bare foot.
"Stripes..." Logan began though he was quickly silenced when the Professor held up a hand.
It was only after Rogue had gotten her food and sat down between Logan and Lexa that everyone else went back to eating. Rogue didn't eat much of the food before her, but ate enough for neither Logan nor the Professor could complain. And so she once again stood from the table and left the room like a zombie, her tear streaked face going unnoticed to all, except for Kitty who knew her friend's pain all to well.
And so the days passed in much the same way, though after the third night she even stopped going to diner. Rogue still cried behind her door, she cried so much in those first three days that you would have though she would have been dehydrated from it, but none the less her tears never let up. Rogue couldn't sleep without having some memory of that damn Cajun jumping to the for front of her mind.
The first memory was that of Remy kidnapping her back when she had been 16. After that it had been a mixture of all the missions that they had been on since he joined the X-men team. Every clip he seemed to be says some sexual suggestive or flashing her his award winning Cajun smile. You know that one that he saved just for her.
But the dream that had stopped Rogue from closing her eyes again had been just that morning. It had been of the time that she had been studying aboard over in Paris with the Professor's friend, Emma Frost, in an attempt to control her powers, which she some how did in the end. The dream had then skipped to telling Remy at the door of their room, and then to that heated and passionate kiss that lead to their first night together.
When she had awoken Rogue's breath had been labored and tears were already rolling down her face. She could hear howls ringing through the mansion, but she didn't care. She only lay back down atop the bed, knees to her chest, while her head hide between them and her chest. Rogue felt that her mind was torching her with the fact that he wasn't there and that he most likely wouldn't be for a very long time.
The final two days were spent in the same way, though the weather outside decide to comply to Rogue's wishes for on the fifth day the gray clouds above broke allowing rain to pour down on the city below. Rogue had ventured quietly out the white French doors and onto the soaking wet balcony allowing the rain to wash her and to mix with her tears.
Once she returned to the dimly light room Rogue made a quick detour to the bathroom to remove the drenched hoddie. Before making her way to the closet to find a new one, surprised to find both her dark green tank top and black shorts were dry.
While rummaging through the closet Rogue notice a crumpled brown object in the far back of the closet behind the long coats and sweaters that hung above. Her breath caught slightly when she lifted the object and a whiff of cigarettes and spices hit her face. Rogue ran the rest of the way into the closet before finally collapsing to her knees, the brown trench coat pressed against her face.
"Ah...God...Remy..." Rogue sighed into the trench coat.
The southern belle then wrapped the over sized trench coat around her tiny frame. Pulling it closer around her body, while closing her eyes for the first time in two days. Her body ached and her heart felt like it was about to burst, but as she sat there with her Cajun Swamp Rat's coat around her Rogue finally gave into the call of sleep.
Thankfully it was a calm, dreamless, sleep that allowed her body the rest it needed. But unknown to our sleeping beauty the Black Bird had just landed below the mansion in its hanger. With in its metal plating sat her Swamp Rat who had been just as emotionally ill as she during their unexpected five days apart.
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Pyrus:
Toller = Short for The Nova Scottie-Duck Tolling Retriever
Shields- photopost/data/575/medium/nova_scotia_
