A/N: For my love of both Rogan and Romy I give you a mix!
Disclaimer: I would be a very happy panda (play off SP and "sad panda" but I won't go there) if I owned Remy or Rogue or Logan or X-Men in general. But alas they belong to Stan Lee and company…
One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. It was his mantra ever since he took the first steps outside of the Xavier's institute. Jus' keep walkin', homme. Eventually you'll get somewhere. He thought. "Where" that somewhere was, was irrelevant. It wasn't the Institute where he was stuck watching Rogue and Logan. It still hurt, for a long while it hurt worse than anything. De chere was mine. Why do Logan have to go 'round stealin' femmes? He wondered heartsick.
Jean was dead. And Logan had stolen her from Scott. Her body was barely cold before he turned those thieving eyes on Rogue. The man made a broken sound and collapsed on the ground because he just couldn't keep walking. He stayed there for a long while letting the pain in his heart evaporate. But it was never fully gone. The thief had fallen, but instead of being a good thief and watching his love, he'd gotten it stolen away.