Disclaimer: I Do Not Own The X-Men Or Anything Related To The X-Men. I Do Not Own The Song 'Tear Jerk' By Joe DiPietro.

Thank you so much to everyone who read the past chapter. I appreciate you guys and gals taking time out of your busy lives to look at this story. Thank you to ParisaZarisa, tx peppa, and Mrs. Jehilew for the lovely reviews. This chapter is inspired by a song from the musical 'I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change.' The song is called 'Tear Jerk' and it is cute, especially if you see actors perform it on stage. I can't decide if this one seems out of character or not for Remy, so I'll just let you guys decide. Thanks again and here is the newest chapter:


Well, this is going to be fun… Like unnecessary dental surgery levels of fun.

They gifted us with a television today and some DVDs. Seems there is no cable hookup available in medical land. Being the gentleman I am, I graciously offered to let Rogue pick our movie for the night. Seemed like a safe enough idea at the time. Four films to pick between and only one of them had a review with the words 'heartbreaking' and 'moving' on the cover. What you think miss dark and brooding picked?

Think she chose the sappiest one just to mess with my head.

So there we sat; a bowl of popcorn on her lap and her eyes glued to the most mindless drivel you could imagine. The whole premise is one of them boy meets girl at wrong time, they lose track of each other, she finds him years later married to a wife who is dying very slowly (And man, did this director make it S-L-O-W!), and then they, as only tragic romance characters can, suddenly realize they were meant to be together after all.

"She knows he still loves his wife…" Rogue randomly whispered between handfuls of popcorn.

Hadn't heard much besides the over zealous movie soundtrack and her chewing for the past hour so it was a welcome noise change. I leaned back in my chair and tried to wiggle the foot that had fallen asleep. Man, I hate that pins and needles thing.

You know what really would have made this movie earn its place in the cinema hall of fame? A psychopath. I mean who would see that coming? The characters just sitting there having a boring little talk in the waiting room, and bam! Random chainsaw guy comes running through the screen.

"He just found out his wife's transplant failed." Rogue piped up again, with dare I say it, a small twinge in her voice.

Looking back to the screen, I finally noticed just how pale the guy's wife really was. Most of the budget was probably spent on trying to convince those big name actors to sign up for this rubbish. Still, I had to admit the make-up on this thing was pretty good. That poor woman did look awfully sick…

Wait, a second! Did they just put a blanket over her head?!

"They're at the graveside now…" Rogue mumbled softly from somewhere beside me as I leaned forward to stare at the television.

"Homme is really trying to hold it together," I added under my breath as the pitiable man stood with one rose in his hand, and this downcast look like his whole world just caved in.

I felt kind of sorry for the guy, real or not. Here he was thinking he found the love of his life and now he's tearing himself up because she is dead and he knows she realized he had to have been at least thinkin' bout his old flame. And of course, the other lady is just as upset, thinking she broke up a marriage and pushed his wife into a literally broken heart… when really his wife wants him to be happy… and those two need each other more than ever no-

Wait. What is that?

Did I just feel something wet on my cheek? A tear. Really? Am I seriously crying over this garbage? No, no, no. This show isn't happening! I am not crying in front of Rogue unless there is some kind of mortal wound involved. Motorcycles, blisters, chainsaws… think of anything but…

"Can't they see that they need each other?!"

I slapped a hand over my mouth the second the words popped out. Rogue turned her head to look at me, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. I was ready for it. Any snide, teasing, ridiculing taunt she could throw out. Seeing me yell at a television and fight tears due to a chick flick seemed like an easy target for anyone, let alone an expert like Rogue.

She took a slow, jagged breath and opened her full lips to say, "I know right!"

Maybe, there is a soft spot under those pounds of make-up. I took a handful of popcorn from her bowl and spent the rest of the night humorously debating how many movie characters would be alive today if they had only listened to the audience's thoughts.