Rogue and the rest of the X-men don't belong to me; they belong to Marvel. I am also sad to say that beautiful song, The Scientist, doesn't belong to me either – it's Coldplay's.

This is my first fanfic in the X-Universe. Hope you enjoy.

Rogue landed weightlessly onto the roof of the X-Mansion. It was 3am and she was bone-tired after having flown to New Orleans and back. It had become her nightly ritual in the past five months. Rogue sat down and leaned her back against the chimney. She dug into her jacket pocket for her iPod. Settling the ear buds into position, she traced along the click-wheel until it landed on the song she wanted. Rogue sighed deeply as she closed her eyes and let the gentle piano strains and bittersweet memories fill her head.

Come up to me to

Tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you

Tell you I need you

Tell you I set you apart

It's been five long months. Five months since she let him go. Rogue hadn't seen him since, but her heart knew he was still out there. She knew he survived the cold wasteland of Antarctica. She also knew that out of all the places in the world, he would return to New Orleans. He lived and breathed that city. For the past five months she made nightly trips to that city, hoping to get a glimpse of him. In those five months, she had come to know New Orleans almost as well as he did. Those wrought-iron balconies of the French Quarter. The majestic mansions of the Garden District. Those unique, small shops along Magazine Street. Along those streets she sought the familiar trenchcoat. Those mesmerizing crimson-on-black eyes. Rogue restlessly canvassed the city every night. She felt compelled beyond her control to keep searching. She needed him. Needed to see him again. Needed to beg his forgiveness and mend the hurt she caused him.

Tell me your secrets

And ask me your questions

Oh let's go back to the start…

She had absorbed his memories of that massacre. Not only his memories but his grief as well. She had been so overwhelmed by the memory and pure strength of his emotions, that she didn't see the man in front of her as the man who loved her, but the one responsible for all those deaths. Rogue took a deep breath and tried to brace against the ache in her heart. He had clung to her hand and told her he loved her. She loved him too – oh God, did she love him! – but she let go. Her heart was screaming for her to hold on, but she loosed her grip. Rogue bit her lip at the memory. His involvement with the massacre could be deemed reprehensible, but what she did to him as much worse. He was just a pawn, and unwittingly led the innocents to their deaths. But Rogue had consciously let go of his hand. She had knowingly condemned him to suffer in the icy wastes of Antarctica.

Since then, Rogue wished more than anything she could turn back time. With all her strength and power of super sonic flight, Rogue desperately wished she could rotate the Earth backwards to go back.

Nobody said it was easy

It's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh take me back to the start

Their relationship could be described as tumultuous. The thief and the rogue. The seducer and the untouchable. Their relationship regularly swung back and forth to the sweet and sour tune, but they were a fit. She had turned the tables on the veteran thief by stealing his most guarded possession – his heart. He unselfishly let her through his inner walls. Rogue's heart broke repeatedly every time she remembered how patient and giving he was to her. She hated her curse of not being able to touch, but he loved her in spite of it. In his life before Rogue, he was the inveterate ladies' man. His connections with women were sensuous, but nothing beyond that. He and Rogue had an extremely limited (practically nonexistent) physical relationship. Rogue repeatedly tried to push him away, not wanting him to be involved in a relationship devoid of touch. But their connection was much deeper than physical. It was on the emotional level. He willingly understood and accepted it. Rogue saw it now.

…Tell me you love me

Come back and haunt me

Oh wanna rush to the start

Running in circles

Chasing our tails

Coming back as we are

Rogue missed him terribly. She lost her heart when she let him go. "But… I love y'…" he had said to her, his eyes filled with pleading. She alone held his life in the balance. Every night Rogue searched for him. She prayed for a second chance. If granted that, she promised repeatedly she wouldn't let go. She was tired of pushing him away. Tired of having the same argument over and over. She sadly crooned along to the last chorus.

Nobody said it was easy

Oh, it's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be so hard

I'm going back to the start

Rogue raised her emerald eyes to the skies. They were luminous with heavy tears of regret, "Oh Remy, Ah wish Ah could…"