AN: Okay I know this took ages but in my defence there have been many evil demons, like exams, teachers and family crises, conspiring against me. Evil demons who did not want me to post this... instead they wanted to make my life a living hell. And the succeeded so kudos to them. So here it is. Better late than never, eh?

Song: The Funeral – Band Of Horses

They both stared into space, suddenly realising that they were both about to be responsible for a little human being.

A terrifying thought.

Which was made all the more terrifying by the sound of a key in the door.

Rogue was up and out of Remy's lap in a heartbeat and he was left sat there in shock. He didn't know she had a roommate.

From around the corner her heard something heavy drop, a bag maybe? Followed by a squeal and an "oomph" as Rogue threw herself at her roommate.

"Hey darlin'. You sure are excited to see me. Miss me kid?" came a very male voice from the hall.

"Not really." She laughed.

Approaching footsteps had Remy out of his chair and standing, slightly awkwardly, by the coffee table.

The man who came around the corner looked almost feral. He had messy hair and large mutton chops that wouldn't have looked out of place in Victorian Britain.

"Logan?" Remy asked, amazed.

Rogue looked between them. "You guys know each other?"

Logan sniffed at him. "Yeah. It was on the island. After I lost my memory he was the first guy I saw. We've hung out and fought bad guys and stuff since. Nice to see you again. Now what are you doin' here? Why aren't you out with some woman?"

Rogue stopped like she'd run into a wall. Logan. Claws. Remy. Shit.

"Remy and I met outside a bar-" Which was technically true. "-and he came over to chat-" also true "-and now he wants to join the X-Men." Complete lie. And judging from the way Remy was now looking at her, the wrong thing to say.

Logan seemed pleased by her plausible explanation and slapped Remy on the back. "Nice to have you on the team. I'm just gonna go and dump this stuff and take a shower before I call One Eye and let him know we're comin' home."

He left the room and Remy spun around with an accusing look on his face. "Rogue-" he started, but was stopped when Rogue made frantic shh-ing motions and then pointed to her ears mouthing 'enhanced senses'

She held up a finger until the shower started before walking over to Remy and whispering "Keep it down, genius. If he finds out you knocked me up then he will slice you into so many pieces that my grandmother, who could a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle of clear blue sky in less than an hour, will never be able to put you back together again. Even if we did go back in time to when she was alive!"

Remy was stunned by her rant but nodded nevertheless. "So we're not tellin' anyone?"

"Well... Not Logan for sure. We'll have to tell the Doctor. But he's cool and then there's the whole patient-doctor confidentiality stuff so he can't bust us. Xavier will find out whether we want him to or not but he won't spread it around, he's a good man. One person we can't tell is my friend Jubilee. You'll meet her, she wears A LOT of yellow and-"

She was silenced by Remy placing a hand over her mouth. He leant in very close and said "Who said I was moving? When I agreed to stay with y' and raise-" he moved his hand to her stomach "-dis child, I t'ought y' would move in with me an' ma family. I never said dat I would move to another state!"

Logan took this moment to finish his shower and a minute or so later they heard him on the phone.

Rogue regarded him coolly. "Fine then. Whatever. Suit yourself." And turned to sit on the sofa.

Remy was stunned into silence. If her words had been any colder, there would be a coating of frost on him. Also it was rare that a woman gave in that easily...

A few minutes later he walked out and he found Rogue sitting on the sofa, frowning and Remy standing by the window wearing a blank expression.

He smelled an argument.

"Everything okay here, folks?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Everyt'ing's fine-" "Remy's not coming with us-" they both said at the same time.

Logan was taken aback by this. And so was Remy. He spun to face Rogue and said "What?"

Logan smiled and said in a superior tone "Oh don't worry, you don't have to come. I'm sure Rogue will be fine with me."

Remy glared at Logan for a moment before turning to Rogue "'M comin' with y'. No matter what."

Rogue had decided to leave the X-Men because nothing was helping with her powers. It upset her immensely and so she decided that she needed a break from all of the mutants that could control their powers. It would be good for her to get away from it all.

Of course, Logan had something to say about this. It went something like: "You are not running off to God knows where, on your own, with rapists and drunkards and criminals everywhere!"

So he decided to come along.

It was time, he said, for him to roam a bit. He'd been stuck in one place too long. He was still technically with the X-Men but he was also doing some cage fighting when he had the time. Every few months he would pop back to hang with Rogue for a few weeks. Then he'd be off again. Maybe this time on a mission with the other X-Men or just travelling.

Either way every month or so, some money would arrive in Rogue's bank to help cover rent. She tried to tell Logan that her job as a barmaid paid just fine. The owner was a mutant as well so she could stay covered up.

It was actually the fact that Logan had been gone for a while that drove Rogue to his favourite bar that fateful night. She wanted to feel less isolated and alone so she decided to hang out with some other people.

So now, finding herself on the back of Logan's motorbike (he didn't trust Remy) travelling back to the mansion, she mused on the surreal nature of her life.

It would be weird to see everyone again. But a good weird. She missed them. Well... some of them.

A few years on Rogue was ashamed to admit that she had acted rather brashly and rudely when leaving. She was sure that storming out carrying a duffle bag and shouting wasn't the best way to leave things. Also she was sure that she had irreparably damaged at least one friendship. Logan assured her that no one was angry at her and that many of them said that they would have done the same in her situation.

Rogue was broken out of her day dream by Remy calling "Rogue? Y' ready?"

She jumped up, grabbing that same duffle bag and paused. She looked around her little room. Her little slice of home. She sighed, shouldering the duffle bag and walking out into the hall.

And almost into Remy. Who immediately grabbed the bag and hoisted it onto his own shoulder.

"Excuse you? Can I have my bag back, please?" She asked impatiently.

"Nope." Remy stated as he turned and walked into the living room.

"Say what?" Rogue said as she followed him. "I am perfectly capable of carrying my own bag, thank you very much!"

Remy stopped and glanced around for Logan. "He's outside prepping the bikes." She answered his unspoken question.

Remy sighed in relief before resuming his haughty expression. "You shouldn't be carrying stuff in your condition." He spun around and was out the door before Rogue had fully comprehended what he has just said to her.

She took a deep breath and thought 'For this, I'm waking him at four in the morning to make me a quiche.'

Her revenge plan complete she actually managed to smile. Remy had no idea what he was getting himself into, tangling with a pregnant woman who would not hesitate to torture him.

Remy crept back up the stairs a few minutes later to find Rogue calmly sitting on the sofa and looking at her iPod.

"Um, chère?"

"Hmm?" Rogue answered distractedly.

"We're all ready t' go. Comin'?" Remy was concerned by her calmness. He glanced around the room, noting that nothing was broken. Nothing was even out of place. He was expecting to come back to a bomb site with Rogue fuming and throwing sharp pointy objects.

"Oh? Alright." She put her iPod in her pocket and stood, stretching out her back. She smiled brightly at Remy and said "Let's go." As she practically skipped past him.

He shook his head. Something was very wrong.

After locking up her apartment, Remy and Rogue made their way down the stairs and out to the front of the building. Logan was there with the bikes, all their belongings were stowed and it was almost time to leave.

Rogue took one last glance up at the building. But she didn't have time to reminisce. So she turned to the boys. They were straddling a bike each and looking at her with expectant expressions.

"So where's my bike?" she asked with a frown.

Logan shifted uneasily on his bike before saying "Darlin'... I thought you'd be ridin' with me." Rogue stared at him for a brief second before saying "So no one thought I was capable of riding my own damn bike? Oh gosh!" here her voice went from angry to sarcastic "What would I do without you big strong men to look after me." The southern belle act worried both the men immensely.

She stamped her foot in anger before walking over to Logan, who was the closest, and slinging a leg over. "Let's go already."

Remy and Logan exchanged a glance. Based on Rogue's mercurial moods, this was going to be a long trip.

She had to be PMS-ing or something. That was the only explanation for why she was acting so... hormonal.

This thought ran through Logan's head as he watched Rogue run to the bathroom after throwing a book at Remy's head. He'd simply mentioned that maybe she shouldn't wear a certain top and she had exploded. Shouting at him, asking him if that meant she was fat and all this other stuff.

Logan had seem Rogue lose her cool before but mostly that was because someone had pissed her off. But when Rogue was angry, Rogue stayed angry. She didn't suddenly burst into tears and run away!

He wanted to knock on the door and see if she was okay but he knew better than to approach her during one of her meltdowns. He knew he wouldn't get out of there with his balls intact.

So he sat down on the bed not occupied by frightened Cajun and looked at the man who probably wouldn't be alive to reach the X-Men.

Logan had organised the sleeping arrangements. Rogue was sharing a room with him so that he could keep an eye on her. In Logan-speak that means 'make sure nothin' happens between Gumbo and Rogue'. Remy was in the room next door.

He had come in to see if they were going somewhere for dinner, emphasising that everyone should eat after a long day's travelling. Rogue was there and she held up a shirt, asking for Remy's opinion on it. He had said that she probably shouldn't wear that and she had gone crazy.

In fairness it was very hot outside and the shirt looked a bit warm...

Remy sighed and put his head in his hands. He remembered his brother when his wife was pregnant. Remy had teased him for acting so scared of a pregnant woman who couldn't move fast enough to catch him but now he saw why Henri had been so damn afraid of her.

The sound of the bathroom door unlatching made them both look up. Rogue left the bathroom and went to her suitcase to pick up her hairbrush, ignoring them both. She then stalked to the mirror and began to brush her hair with a determined expression.

Logan and Remy looked at each other and their expressions both said 'You go first.'

Remy swallowed, his mouth going dry and said "Chère? Y' ready f' dinner?"

She spun around and said "God yes! I am so hungry I could eat a cow! Let's go!"

Logan's eyes widened in shock. Mercurial didn't come close. He sighed in resignation and hoped that whatever was wrong with her would sort itself out. There was still another two days of travelling.

Back on the road the next day and this time Remy had insisted that Rogue ride with him. Logan had started to say 'No way in hell' but Rogue had cut him off with a "I think it's a good idea."

Remy was glad to have her near him again. And for Rogue the feeling was mutual. They hung back behind Logan on the highway and Rogue took this opportunity to worm her hand under his shirt and rub her fingers against his skin.

Touch was still a shiny toy to her. One that she wanted to play with again and again.

Remy of course didn't mind. Well except for the fact that his jeans were becoming a little cramped. He wished that he could talk to her though. He had so many questions for her like 'What would happen at the mansion?' 'Are we telling people about your mutation and mine?' 'Where am I sleeping?' 'What about the baby'? 'How are we breaking it to M'sieur Claws so that he doesn't kill me for impregnating someone he thought of as a daughter?'

All very valid and very important questions... but the last one was the one preying on his mind the most. He kept running through different scenarios of telling Logan.

All of them ended with Logan killing him.

Rogue was actually thinking along the same lines. Except her plan was going a lot better. She was going to get Logan alone and tell him and then make sure he doesn't find Remy until he is calm. Then she was going to Piotr and Hank nearby when Logan next saw Remy so that if things got out of hand then they could hopefully break it up.

Thinking about the people at the mansion made her thoughts inevitably turn to Bobby.

But she shook her head and thought 'I am not thinking about this. I am not thinking about this. Let's think about... fluffy bunnies and unicorns... Okay yeah, bad choice. Remy? Mmm... Remy...' and from then on her thoughts became rather R rated...

AN2: Chapters are going to be slow from here on because of school – exams are coming up and I am freaking out. I will try and post something once a week but no promises... Sorry.

Also I have 40+ people on alert for this story and it would be great to hear from the people who have not yet reviewed. You can say anything. Please tell me if something is wrong with my writing or whatever – any comments or constructive criticism is welcome as it will help me to be a better writer.

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