A/N: I do not own X-Men Evolution

"What do you mean you have to go?" Rogue sat down on his bed, her brow furrowed. A sudden chill hugged her bones. He paced from his suitcase to his dresser, cramming wadded black t shirts in the brown rectangle. He couldn't look at her. Her mouth opened- and for a moment she even debated speaking- before shutting it again.

The brassy latch on the suitcase shut with a click; Remy closed his eyes. "I'm sorry Chere: his red eyes peered into hers. "If I didn't absolutely have to I wouldn't…"

"You mind telling me what's going on then?" she whispered, motionless.

"It's… complicated."

She absorbed the silence, a thin veil for the tension building inside her, building between them. She shook her head in small jagged motions and took long strides to the door.

"Chere," he said, grabbing her wrist. She turned to face him. She glared- her emerald green eyes burning at him.

"Don't you touch me Remy LeBeau." She ripped her wrist from his rough, consoling hand. Pushing down the tremors in her voice, her jaw clenched. "You lied to me." She bit her lower lip before he could see it quiver.

"Chere,"

"You promised me!" She burst. Her gloved hand crumpled into a shaking fist at her side.

Hot slick tears formed on the edges of her eyes; they swam along like dammed rivers. She willed them to stay there- but, her will failed. She masked the slip with anger, hoping he couldn't tell the difference. "You promised you wouldn't just up and leave on me and now suddenly you just want to go?"

"Chere," His voice, both comforting and pleading, stretched toward her.

"No." She said, clamping her eyes shut. "Now that we've gotten everything together?" Her false anger succumbed to the hurt, and the tears broke free.

"Mon Cherie," he cooed. He pulled her close, letting her cry in his chest. He stroked her auburn hair. He kissed the top of her head, cupped her face in his palms, and focused on her teary eyes. "I'm leaving here- I'm not leaving you."

"If you loved me you wouldn't do this," A dull pain stabbed in her chest, her voice coming out as a shaky whisper.

He picked up both her hands, brought them to his lips. Her pale face turned to the beige wall. His finger settled under her chin and brought her face back to his. In a smooth stoke, he wiped the tears from her cheeks. Her eyes roamed the room- the cherry desk in the corner, the round brass knob on the night stand, the lipstick stain on the window where she'd kissed the glass last week- everywhere but him. The air tightened; the tension tasted bitter and cold.

"Don't cry," he caught another drop on her porcelain face. His forehead tipped to hers "I'm always wit you chère, I-"

"Don't start Remy," How can this be happening? She snapped her eyes shut and shook her head. How could Ah let this happen? "Ah'm not going to sit around and wait for you to break mah heart so-"

He dropped his lips to hers; and she lost herself for half a moment. "Do you love me?" He whispered, holding her shoulders. She nodded. "Den dat's it chère, love can conquer all things."

A weak, humorless chuckle escaped her lips.

"Do you trust me?"

She inhaled. And she nodded again.

"Do you want to stay with me?"

Another reluctant nod.

"Good. Cause I really want to stay with you." He kissed her again. "We will make dis work."

"How?"

He searched the room. "I'll write to you," he said. "As often as I can. Then you can keep dem, and it will be like I'm wit you all da time."

"Promise?" She said, looking at the toes of her clean black Converse.

"Promise." He kissed her forehead, then her soft parted lips. "Keep my room open for me." He kissed her again after pulling his stiff suitcase from the bed. "I'll be back for you. " He stepped away. "I love you Rogue, mon belle chèrie."

"Ah love you too."

He strode toward the door. She sat as still as the wooden desk beside her for a moment after the heavy cherry door clicked shut. Then the empty silence heavied. What am Ah doing? She ran out the door, over the dark wood floor of the hall, and from the top of the staircase yelled "Wait!"

He stopped with his hand on the long brassy door handle to face her. Through the clear glass in the middle of the door, the cold night glistened and hushed. She ran the down the stairs, legs wobbling underneath her. She wrapped her gloved arms around him. Her lips drew to his, and she kissed him for a long time. "Promise you'll come back," She whispered, winded and teary. Her heart heaved in her chest as she stared up at him.

"I promise." He took her face in his hands for one last kiss. "I love you,"

"Ah love you too," she whispered to the closed dark wood door and left over night breeze, just a second too late.

And like that, he was gone.

A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed! Just as a note, this story is more serious than some of my other works (but, because I could not resist, there will be some dark/ sarcastic humor mixed in=)) I have been working on this story for a long time so updates should be consistent (note: I say should. I am only human.)

Hope you liked it! Please review!

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