Title: Heart's Ordeal

Chapter One: Friendships

{DISCLAIMER} Me no own nothing, as yah'll know…why do people bother with these, we obviously don't own it 'cause we're not rich!! Hmph well I know I ain't.

A/N: Ahh.. sorry to do this to everyone but er…here you go a sequel to Affairs Of The Heart.

His heart was racing; he couldn't believe the dream he had just had. Was he going crazy, lusting after her? She wasn't his for the taking she belonged to someone else. He wanted her, he needed her, and he'd do anything for her, he knew this now. All he needed was to know if she wanted the same, did she feel the same. Why was she here? What did she want from him? As he looked at her he could tell she was disturbed, something was on her mind bothering her. She was drenched in sweat. Perspiration dripped from the tip of her upper lip falling onto her chin and slowly cascading down her bare chest.

As he silently watched every drip of water and followed it's forbidden path until it disappeared, he wondered what it would be like to slip his arms around her slinky frame and caress the beads of sweat down her soft silky body. He wondered if she would taste as good as she did in his dreams, would there be that lingering taste of strawberries on her? The fact that she wore a tank with shorts didn't help him much either. The weather had been extremely odd, for the past few days it had been exceptionally hot. Her bare sleek legs, he could just imagine the feel of them wrapped around his waist, or sliding down his own legs, or just carelessly caressing them. When he looked up at her he could she her staring at him and yet not staring at him, as if she were lost in her own little world as he was. She had a look of bewilderment and anxiety. What was running through her mind, were they thoughts of him? Deciding to break the silence he started to speak, but before he could say a word she spoke.

"Mr. LeBeau…Ah…ahhh…" when he heard her say 'Mr. LeBeau' it made his heart sink, the way she said sounded so cold and distant as if she felt nothing between them.

"Rogue," he slowly closed the gap between them, his eyes changing from their hard-core stare to a softer intimate one, "don't."

"But I need to know."

"To know what?"

"To know the truth."

"The truth…"

"If it were all a dream, damn it!" Her shaky voice somehow managed to scream the last part out in frustration.

"Wha…Wha…What are you talking about? What's a dream? What dream?" He stuttered wondering if they had had the same dream, and if there was a small tiny bit of feeling there for him within her. Rogue slowly took a deep calming breath before explaining her dream to him, and then staring at him blankly and dumbfounded as he explained his. Apparently he hadn't woken up at the same part she had, his went on further into deeper territory and more intimate scenes.

After hours of just sitting with each other, Rogue's exhausted body feel asleep on Remy. He slowly lifted the fragile woman and placed her on his bed. Gradually and solemnly he slid in besides her watching her as she slept. She looked so peaceful when she slept, like there were no cares in the world for her to worry about. She seemed happier when she slept. He longed to just touch and to hold her tightly to him, as if she were a painting from the eighteenth century full of dust and read to crumble at any moment. Rogue suddenly rolled over to face him and carelessly placed an arm over him, as if to hold on to him forever. Taking the only opportunity he figured he'd ever have he placed a protective arm around her, holding onto her as if he could loose her at any moment, risking loosing consciousness just to hold her. After waiting awhile to become bleak he looked down at her, wondering why she wasn't absorbing him, and just began soaking in all that was she. As she rested her head on his broad chest, he leisurely placed his chin on the top of her head and slowly fell asleep.

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Duh-Dunk-Duh-Dunk

Rogue had the sound urge to punch her alarm clock; the tick-tick-ticking sound would not shut up. She then realized that her pillow didn't feel like her pillow either, and there was an arm draped across her lower back where a hand rested on her butt. Suddenly bolting up she realized where she was and why she had been there, what she didn't realize was why she was still there. Suddenly she heard a faint sound of footsteps outside the door and someone knocking.

"Remy we need tah talk, it's me Bella. Are yah awake?"

"Oh Gawd, Remy!" She said very hoarsely and loud but not loud enough for Belladonna to hear. The Cajun just rolled over and placed his pillow over his head and said to her,

"Just Fahve more minutes Tante, please?"

"Ah'll fahve more minutes you if yah don't get up now," Rogue said while smacking his ass.

"Ouch! Tante yah don't gotta get so mean."

"Remy yah okay in there darling?" Bella asked a little worried about what was going on in there.

"Bella?!"

"Yes Bella now get up!"

"Wha she doin' here?"

"Apparently tah talk tah yah you Swamp Rat!"

"Ahhh…. such harsh words after a night like that, you wound me chere."

"I'll get yah latah for that!" Rogue said slipping through the wall into her room, after checking to see that Kitty was either asleep or gone, thankfully the gal was gone. She was probably on a breakfast date with Kurt. The thought of the cuddly couple together made Rogue want to puke.

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"Come in Bella. What can Remy do fo' yah?"

"Remy I wanna apologize for de othah day."

"About what?" Realizing that she was serious his tone of voice became serious too, not wanting to skirt around the issue he bluntly made his intentions obvious.

"For yelling at you and saying the mean things I did. I know you're not wild about the marriage and neither am I, but I have obligations to my père and the Guild, as do you. I just want to give us a shot again, maybe we can make it work. Maybe we can fall in love all over again." She looked at him with such sorrow and disappointment in her eyes, pleading with him to at least try.

"I think you've got a point, maybe we should give it another go, maybe things will turn out as they're supposed to. Guess it won't hurt. You have to make a promise though."

"Anything, for you."

"If it doesn't work we go our separate ways, and not try to push it any more then it needs to. We can still be friends however, you know try to keep good ties between us."

"Sure thing." His consent to try their relationship again should have made her happy but for some reason she had doubt to believe things weren't going to work out the way they, or rather she wanted them to. The future for the two seemed foreboding, she had a bad feeling she wasn't sure what it was.

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"Hey! Remy wait!" Seeing the tall lean figure she called after him, as he turned around to face her she saw that he was not alone, with him was his company from the other night, his wife. "Oh sorry didn't mean to interrupt you two." She smiled brightly at them.

"No problem." The tall leggy blonde replied, "We were just going out for a walk in the park."

"Weird so was Scott and I, but I can't seem to find him anywhere, I was wondering if you knew where he was?"

"I saw him not to long ago, but he was in his X-fit."

"X-fit?" She looked at quizzically.

"Yeah the X-Men spandex wearin' outfit thing-a-ma-bob."

"Ahh… thanks I think I'll got ask the Professor if he's seen him. Thanks anyways for your help."

"No prob. chere."

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"Hey Profes. I hope I'm not interrupting something." Rogue asked while looking at the other two students sitting in front of the Professor.

"No not at all I was just having a chat with St. John and Amara about their inability to coop with each other, and the consequences of their actions, which I'm sure you may be able to give them a little insight on. You know consequences of profound actions." He smiled at the three students before him, with a touch cynicism.

"Oy mate we learned our less. Now can we scadoodle?"

"Yes yes John you and Amara may leave now, but the next time you two end up in my office again you may end up leaving with six months of training sessions with Logan, instead of one week and one month of cleaning the X-Jet."

On his way out Pyro mumbled some on gentlemen like words and left glaring at Amara. "You just had to make the flames bigger didn'tcha?"

"Now Rogue how can I help you?"

"I don't know you tell me. You're the telepath."

Sighing deeply the Professor just said, "He'll be back in an hour. He's on a mission with Jean."

"What's he doing? Why's he with Jean?" Rogue furiously walked up to the Professor's Desk and placed both hands, balled into a fist, down on the edge causing it to shake ferociously. She scowled at him, reminding him of Wolverine.

"They're just receiving some… needed information."

"Why Jean, why not me?"

"Jena is needed to get the information, and well Scott is the team leader." Rogue just pushed the desk, which would have crushed the Professor if he had not stopped it with his powers, and walked out leaving the Professor in a state of bewilderment.

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"Hey! Like stop it!!"

"Vhat? You ticklish?"

"You know very well that I am."

"No I did not."

"Don't like play smart with me Mister. Hey watch it!" Turning to see who had pushed her out of her way she saw Rogue walking away in a hurry. "What do you think is wrong with her?"

"I don't know, but you think ve should maybe talk to her?"

"Nah you saw the way she looked at us, I think she might just have our heads for lunch if we're not careful."

"Vhat ever yah say."

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The cold breeze wrapped it arms around her comforting her. The raspy voice of the wind whispered in her ear. She could hear the sound of the blades of grass being crushed beneath her feet. It sort of made her feel sad for them. Finding the old oak tree by the lake she sat down beneath it wrapping her jacket closer to her. The weather had taken a dramatic turn that evening; a sudden cool arctic breeze blew in from the northwest. It had seemed to appear after she had stormed out of the Professor's office.

Feeling the quietness of the atmosphere around her she delved into her jacket and pulled out her book she brought with her. She was a little grateful for the time she had gotten to be alone, now she could catch up on her reading and herself and her writing. However the fact that he boyfriend was now with the one person she could never trust and hated the most in the world was eating away at her, but for some reason it wasn't because she cared so much for him. No she hated him being with Jean because she knew that someway and somehow the little Miss Princess won. If this had happened at the beginning of he relationship with Scott, then she would have loathed the idea of him being with Jean because she cared so much for him. Absent-mindedly she began to write, when a familiar voice appeared.

"Chere what you doing out here by your self. Where be Scott?"

"Hmph that's a good question. Actually he's off with Jean somewhere on a mission."

"Oh so that's what the kitty-kat was talking about."

"Huh?" she looked up at his mysteriously.

"Nothing they just something 'bout you having their heads for lunch and anyone else who'd dare to confront you. So—"

"You decided to see if it were true and maybe end up eating my head instead."

"That rhymed chere." She just rolled her eyes at him. "Nah I was hoping to catch a glimpse of those sharp teeth of yours…granny."

SMACK

"Ouch what that for?"

"For being an idiot." HE just stuck his tongue out at her and snatched her notebook she had just been writing in and turned to the last page she wrote on. Silently he read it as she watched his face intently.

No one will ever understand us, so why do we even try to explain? Is because of our need to feel accepted, our need for comfort, our need explain ourselves, or is it just our own selfish needs?

Everywhere I go I can feel them. It's like they watch everything I do, every move I make. Sometimes I think he really is there stalking me, watching me as I flounder through my day. Those eyes they're the only things I see at night. They stalk me in my dreams and taunt my every move. Why won't they leave me alone? They captivate me somehow. The depths of those eyes, I could fall into…

"Chere, is there something you wanna talk about?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"What you wrote, it seems like there's something on your mind you may want to talk about. I'm only going on a hunch here; stop me whenever you want to… Ok you don't have to stop me I'll just keep going…. On and on and on like the wittle Energizer Bunny."

"No please don't stop on the account of me."

"Ok then I'm guessing you won't mind if I sing." Remy started humming the song played the ice cream truck.

"Ok I give in you win, now shut up! Hey where's you hand candy?"

"My hand-wha?"

"Bella, I assume you two are a couple." She nudged him.

"Now why on god's given earth would yah dink a ding like that?"

"Hrmmmm… no offense or anything, and I wasn't like listening in on your private conversation or anything but erm…I kind of heard your conversation with her about the whole relationship thingy, when I was checking to see if Kitty was awake or not."

"Oh yeah about that did you hear anything else?"

"No why is there something I should have heard? Oh you know like you confessing to her about your undying love for me?"

"Oh Rogue how did you know? She was so death stricken when I told her about our sad tragic love affair."

"Puh-lease."

"No really." He stretched his arms around her pulling her into a tight embrace smothering her face into his chest as he cried.

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Silently from the pathway leading to the lake a pair of eyes watch the duo. Those eyes were so hard and cold it would have frozen the whole vicinity in its view, including the two sitting beneath the tree. After moments of silently watching their gaze softened coming to an important realization. The was one problem in this realization one being that the two involved were both very stubborn and thick-headed. To come up with a plan to fix this was going to be hard. They were going to need a lot of help from a lot of people, but hopefully from as little as possible.

A/N: Sorry but I won't be able to update for a while, gonna be out of NY for two weeks and then I have to say good-bye to my internet. Aww I don't know why I'm doing this for but I've been working on it for so long eh… Sorry it's so short. Fanfic stinks I have to use '-' for everthing now!! It looks so sad!! They don't even alow the plus sign stuff.