That you all so far for the reviews and reading these little ditties! Just so you know, we're back in the Evolution time stream for this one.

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Shuffling Contingency: Blue-Green Eyes

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She opened her eyes, flashing blue-green before settling on green. They landed on his form and the contempt held within them was something he was not used to seeing. "She doesn't love you."

He stared back, with an expressionless face. "You're lying."

She laughed; it was hollow, veined with lunacy. "What do I have to gain from lying? No, I'm telling the truth, it's more than she affords you," she pushed herself higher on the sterilized sheets, stretching unused muscles.

"How 'bout losing somet'ing dat she gives a damn 'bout?"

"And what makes you think she cares about you? You're a low born thief, too far down for Miss High and Mighty here. She loathes you and everything you represent," her voice was cold and full of mirth at the thought of hurting either one of them, or to just hurt someone.

"Den s' a good t'ing I moved to de ranks of hero, non?" He smirked when he saw her scowl. He stood from the seated position he had held for the past three days. "C'mon we've got to stretch des muscles. Henri's orders."

She sneered, the action marring usually beautiful facial features. "You think I care about what McCoy wants or doesn't want? He's a traitor. As far as I'm concerned these muscles can rot."

"And den you'd die," he pointed out his hands smoothing over the polished metal that lined the bedside. It was cool underneath his fingers and entirely blemish free. Adamantium quality was tenfold that of anything else with the added bonus of durability.

"So what's the problem with that? She'd die with me, everyone's happy then."

"Except w'at good is revenge if y' die in de process?" he would know, he had sought revenge on many a person making sure he alone was safe and secure. The satisfaction dwindled considerably when one had to sacrifice themselves to achieve their means to an end.

"There's the contentment of knowing they will never ruin another person's life again," she said almost smugly, thinking she got the betterment of him for once.

He drew back the sheets that shielded her pale skin. She hissed at him, but it had no effect. "If y' hadn't noticed, she hasn't 'ruined' anyone's life in quite awhile. In fact, de fille's tryin' to atone for her past indiscretions."

She scoffed. "And that makes them acceptable how?"

"Never said dat, just said dat she's tryin, not wallowing in her own little pity party like some other femmes are," he offered her a pointed stare making the intention of his statement obvious.

His hand was outstretched, bare of its usual leather adornments. He waited patiently while she detangled her limbs from the confining sheets. But she ignored his hand, instead hopping over the guard rail and getting to work the kinks from her back. She found out that it was hard to scowl while relief flooded through her every pore.

Remy just smirked.

And for once, Carol was finding she agreed with Rogue in wanting to wipe the expression from his face. "So do I get clothes for this exercise or have we turned into a nudist community?"

"Dere over in de closet."

She pulled out a simple set of jeans and a shirt. No gloves, no sleeves, because there was no need. She gazed over her shoulder at the man still in the room, watching her. "Turn around pervert."

He made a face before turning and muttering, "Dat's insulting."

"My heart aches for you," she returned, while pulling the cotton over her head. When she closed the doors, she could tell he had already turned around.

He smirked before offering her a bent arm. "Don't y' just look marvelous."

Eyes flashed to blue so fast no one would have caught it except him as they narrowed. "Asshole," she walked past him blatantly ignoring the proffered arm. She was drawn backwards when she felt his arm slip through one of her own, and hold on tight.

They set down the hallway, his muscles tense to keep her in the position nearest him. Luckily, they encountered no one on their way to the upper levels. Which was just as well, as Carol wasn't feeling particularly sociable. Not that she ever was.

Hank was waiting patiently outside the elevator when they stepped off. He gave them a gentle smile and a friendly wave. "Remy, Ms. Danvers, good afternoon."

"Henri, s' good to see y'," Remy replied with a genuine inflection in his voice. His gaze gradually drifted over to the woman currently on his arm, waiting for her to say something.

"Traitor," she muttered with as much bile as she could produce, accompanied with a glare.

"Don't keep her out to long Remy, I don't want her to get too much activity so soon," Hank instructed, ignoring the discussed brief comment, which was common practice. He hardly looked at her even, although when he did, there was a slight pained expression in his eyes.

"No worries, she'll be back under your care in no time."

"Puh-lease! I'm invulnerable, I won't get worn out," she intoned, certifiably miffed about being seemingly ignored. They treated her like a child, worse than a child. They treated her like it was really her. They treated her like they cared. She knew they didn't.

An exchange of pleasant goodbyes later and they were out on the expansive lawns of the estate. The sun was out, shining down on nearly half the population of the large building. They were engaged in various matches of sports, reading and other odd leisure activities.

But walking down the winding central path, Carol could notice a difference when they passed, when she passed.

Most of them tried to be discreet, but they were miserable at it. They stared, rather openly at the couple that sauntered lazily down the path. Faintly, she could here whispers among their traitorous mouths. That thought in mind, she flared blue, eyes narrowed.

She was satisfied to notice that several students shrunk back from her gaze now. A malicious smirk flitted across her face, they should fear her. They would get their due for being traitors. Her brief, silent, reign of terror was interrupted by a decisive elbow to her ribs.

"Stop dat," he demanded, looking down at her with those disconcerting demon eyes. She had tried that once, calling him a demon with mixed results. He'd been momentarily stung, but then worked relentlessly to annoy her to death. "T'ought I told y' to be nice."

"I am being nice," she stated defiantly. She was being a model citizen, everyone still had their heads on their right bodies and no one had been dropped from several hundred feet in the air. So far, so good in her books.

He simply made a noise of disbelief but kept her to walking. This time, whenever he caught her glaring he would poke her in the ribs to the point of annoyance. Finally, sensing she was not going to behave much longer, he turned to walk across the grass to a somewhat secluded spot.

Remy sat down on a bench, far enough from everyone else that any conversation between them wouldn't be overheard. He left plenty of space on the bench, with one arm casually slung across the back for comfort. She sat down as far away from him as the bench permitted, neither talked.

"You know, I've been thinking," Carol began as she looked over at the man on the bench next to her. He had his eyes closed, so he couldn't see her scuttle a little closer on the wooden surface.

"Did it hurt?"

She ignored him, continually inching closer. "I've been thinking that things don't have to be so horrible between the two of us." She noticed how his eyes opened slightly, while his head tilted in her direction, encouraging her to continue. "Well, I admire how devoted you are to her, even sticking near her shell when it's me in here."

He rolled his eyes. "M' supposed to be honored right?"

"Not quite," she smirked, moving ever closer until she was right next to him. "I've noticed that there are differences between her and me. For one, I've got no hindrances," to prove her point, a pale hand reached to caress the stubble that had gathered over his chin.

His hand caught her's before it reached his chin, quickly dropping it. "Dere's quite a few more differences p'tit," he growled without looking at her.

"All I'm saying is, no one would blame you if you did something while it was me. I'd even let little Roguey watch. No need to waste your life," she cooed batting eyes that had turned bluer towards him.

"No t'anks."

"Oh, c'mon! I know you want her, so why not get it over with and realize that's all you ever wanted. You get a little fun, she gets a little fun, and I get a little fun. We're all happy," she smiled brilliantly, revealing rows of pearly white teeth.

He abruptly stood up off the bench, "I said, no t'anks," before beginning to walk back towards the institute.

Carol made a face, seething, before flying after him and putting a little strength into the grip she now had on his arm. "You can't tell me you haven't wanted this! I'm giving you the perfect opportunity!"

"Perfect opportunity for what? T' take advantage o' her? T' do somet'ing she's not ready for? If I do somet'ing, it'll be with Rogue and it'll be because she wants to," he wasn't looking towards her, but facing forwards. The muscles in his back were tensed waiting for her grip to relent.

She grinned, her eyes a steely blue and her smile devious. "Really, what are the chances that ickle Rogueums is going to get control of her powers? You should just take what you can get."

Remy turned around; grabbing hold of her arm he swept her feet from under her and slammed her to the ground. Kneeling, his hand went around her throat, while he looked into her rounded blue eyes. In return the red in his eyes was throwing off little sparks across the iris. "Dere's somet'ing dat y' and her mother need to understand. I love Rogue, and only Rogue. Dat's not changin'. M' not looking for look-a-likes or compensations, no matter how similar dey appear."

"She doesn't love you." Her voice was quiet and small with a tinge of defeat. Her eyes were losing their blue, as her shoulders started to slump. He found himself doing somewhat of a similar position as he backed away from her.

"I know p'tit."

She stood up and stared down at him. "I want to go back now," she whispered, looking at her feet instead of him now, knowing he would look up at her again. "I don't like it out here."

Silently, he had to agree that the excursion had turned sour. He lifted himself form the ground and took hold of one of the hands she had listlessly at her sides. Her grip was loose against his own. She seemed childlike in her actions after that as they walked back to the medical bay.

It had become a fact that whenever Carol would succeed in taking dominance of Rogue's body, she thought of only one thing: revenge. She felt slighted over the fact that no one had tried to free her from Rogue, to stop Rogue or to even punish her for the crime. In her mind, they were all traitors for siding with Rogue. As a result she fed on her host's knowledge and said whatever she could that would instill the most pain within her victim. Only Remy could take the brunt.

Only Remy could bring back Rogue.

But slowly, it was killing him, ripping apart piece by piece the walls around the doubts in his heart. Because even if Carol was lying, there was a ring of truth to everything she said. And he told himself that it didn't matter, because Rogue would make everything better when she came back. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.

Because he couldn't admit that he believed anything else.

Author's Note: I've had this one written and on the back burner for awhile, adding little things here and there. I think it should have ended after the "I know," comment. But the scant words at the end wanted to be written badly. Anyway, this is the Remy I promised, (heh, I tricked you didn't I?) and the next one is planning to be more Romy-esque. Leave a little note if the mood strikes you.