Logan motioned for Storm to leave him even though she wanted to remove him from the sullied bed. Logan ushered her from the room and they silently made there way back to the main room where most of the residence had gathered to search for solace in each other.

"He called me by my name," Storm said as she sat down next to Logan on the love seat.

"What?" Jean asked she was sitting on the couch with Scott and Kitty.

"He called me Ororo not Stormy," Storm said as she stared off into the distance.

"Oh well, I guess he just isn't in the mood for fun and games anymore," Jean said harsher than she meant too.

"I guess not, but I mean in all of the years that I have known him, even in the worse case scenario possible, he has always called me Stormy," she said still slightly baffled by it.

"He really loved her yea know," Kitty said just barely a whisper. "He would always ask me stuff about her, like what kind of flowers she liked, what her favorite music was, if she was sad or happy. Yea know things like that. He always wanted to please her, make her feel special, if only for a little while."

"Remember last year when he decided to pick a day out of the year and make it her birthday? In the five years that we had known her we never even asked her when it was and he just up and made her a three layered cake with all the trimmings. Just for her, I just wonder when in all the time that we have spent together if we where really the bad guys or him?" Jean said quietly as she mumbled her thoughts aloud to the group. They all solemnly nodded their heads, a few sniffles where heard and a couple of sighs.

"Us," Scott said aloud to the group of mourning x-men.

"What?" Bobby asked looking up from his hands.

"We where the bad guys from the beginning, our number one rule is to look out for each other and we didn't even notice her until it were too late. She might have killed herself but we destroyed her slowly, just like we did Remy. We should have just let the past die instead of brining it back to life. If Remy hadn't left then Rogue might have lived another day of happiness," they where all looking at their fearless leader. The one who always went with a choice and never changed his mind once it was made. Apparently now he saw the errors in his ways, along with the others.

"You said Remy instead of Gambit," Bobby said looking at his mentor with a confused look on his face. "You always call him Gambit, no matter what."

"That's because, Bobby it's time for us to change. How can we preach that all mutants and humans should be friends, when we couldn't even be friends with ourselves?" Scott asked him with a poignant expression.

"Where the hypocrites in this story aren't we?" A still young Jamie asked picking his head up from the lap of Jubilation Lee.

For a long while they all sat in silence, unaware of the world around them. A new light was shined in the eyes of the x-men with the death of one of their own and hopefully that light would shine on forever.

However, beneath the stairs in a small room where so much love was once shared one more soul was forever kept inside. As the mutant, thief known as Remy Lebeau read the beautifully written letter left by his amor in her last moments of life.

I saw a star beneath the stairs glowing through the melting walls.
Who will be the first to begin their fall?
Or will we become one?
Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
I saw a star beneath the stairs glowing bright before descent
And in the morning there is nothing left but what's inside of me.
And I don't want to die tonight; will you believe in me?
And I don't want to fall into the light.
Will you wish upon?
Will you walk upon me?
I don't want to die tonight.
Will you.

Some how knowing what was meant by the handsomely written satire Gambit dug into one of the many pockets of his old trench coat and pulled out a gorgeously crafted metal star necklace that he had once given Rogue on one of the few Christmas morning's they got to share together. However, when he left her she had given it back and that in it self nearly tore him apart.

With the five pointed star resting in his ungloved hand Remy Lebeau gently dragged it down his left arm which held the letter she had left. Cherry-Red blood slowly creped its way along his arm dripping and mixing with the dried blood of his love.

Slowly Remy felt his life slipping away from his body into a world unknown to him. Allowing the memories of her to flood his sense as he slowly lost him self in the numbness of death. There he saw her, his bella ange. With that in his mind eyes Remy Lebeau silently closed his red on black eyes for the last time, with a small smile crossing his face.

A few hours later a young Jubilation Lee entered the room to wake the mysterious thief she had yet to meet. At first she saw him his eyes closed, a gentle smile on his face. But with further inspection she saw his left hand holding a piece of blood drenched paper. A large gash running from his arm and a metal star necklace held across his chest along with the queen of hearts playing card.

Screaming Jubilee feel to her knees at the sight before her moments later two large hands brought her back to her melancholic reality.