Remy dragged her to his room and pushed her onto the bed. "Look, Remy-"
"Y' do got some explainin' to do, Chere."
Rogue looked into his eyes and saw the pain they held. "What do ya wanna know?"
"How did y' get t' New Orleans?"
"Look...a year afteh ya took meh here the Apocalypse happened. S.H.E.I.L.D needed us an' weh eventually stopped 'im. What weh didn' know is that they were helpin' Trask. Onleh two months afteh all that happened...he took meh, Bobby, Sam and Jamie. No one else was there to help and weh weren' expectin' it. Theh othehs dahd there an now ah escaped. Yar up ta the present."
Remy could sense her discomfort, so he brought her into his arms. He squeezed her tight and ran a hand through her hair. She silently cried for her friends and he prayed that she wouldn't suffer more. "Shhh, chere. It's alright. You'll be alright, chere."
He put a finger under her chin and raised her head, so she could look him in the eye."A-ah don' care what happens to meh. It's mah famileh ah'm worrehd 'bout."
She looked so vulnerable to him. He would have done anything to take that look away. "Chere, Remy know dat your strength has weakened, but no one could stop what dey did."
"Ah coulda trahd. Ah coulda done something."
He let her push him away and stare out the window. When he thought she had calmed down he walked to her side. An arm wrapped around her waist and she realised that he was actually worried. "Let moi look at your bullet wound, chere."
She walked to his bed and removed a sweatshirt she had slipped on before going out there. The bandage was already soaked in blood, so he gently removed it. She gasped in pain when he repeatedly unwound it from her chest. "Desloe, chere. De wrap has to come off, or it will get infected."
"A-ah know. It ju-just hurts lahke-AH!"
Her sentence was cut short when the bandage came off completely and there was a deep bruise surrounding the wound. "Dang, chere."
"Well, someone had ta protect yar bro and soon-ta-be sisteh."
He smiled and got out fresh bandages. She let him rebandage her, but her fists turned white with pain. When he was done he saw her face had gone ghost white from the memories. Trying to comfort her, he cupped her face and turned her to him. Remy looked into her eyes and saw the suffering and pain she had been through; the hatred she had for those men and the guilt she felt for not being able to save her family. "Dis wasn' your fault, mon cherie."
"Yes, it was. Ah did nothin' except free mahself."
"If y' had tried t' save dem, den y' woulda died."
She tried breaking his gaze, but he looked intently at her. "Remy ah-"
She was cut off by his lips pressing against hers. Rogue tried to not enjoy the kiss, but it was nearly impossible. His arms wrapped around her protectively and she left safe in his arms. Eventually, she pushed her hands against his chest and away from her. "Remy, thi-this wasn' what ah was expectin'."
"Non, but I wanted y' more den anyt'in' else."
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Sorry, I made this so short, but I couldn' think of anythin' else. She needed comfort and he needed her. Best cliffhanger I could do. Hope you liked it. Update will be made soon.