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Jusqu'à demain: Until Tomorrow

Oiel: eye

Scott stood there in shock as he stared at Remy. His eyes widened behind his glasses as he heard the terrible news that rang in his ear. It was impossible. It couldn't be. She would never have slept with another guy. He knew this, he knew it deep in his heart that she loved him and that she had always loved him. The last thing she would do is make love to someone else, unless that person was him. She wore her gloves still, which meant she didn't have the bracelet and if she didn't have it, that meant that she couldn't have touched anyone else. She just couldn't.

"It is true…Remy's da baby's father," Remy repeated yet again; his voice just going a notch higher. Was he mocking Scott? Was that asswipe mocking Scott?

"You liar!" Scott shouted; he let out a strong beam of red across the room that struck Remy right on the side of his face. He was knocked against the wall and his head damaged the delicate pale blue paint. He looked at Scott whose faced began to fill with color as the anger began to emanate from his body. He marched over to Remy, much to the shock of his peers, and grabbed him by the shirt. He lifted his body up and threw him against another wall, where a painting fell straight on his head.

"Stripes, now you tell me straight up. Is Scott the baby's father?" Logan asked Rogue. Her pale green eyes swiftly looked into the Professors and then back at Logan's. She nodded her head fervently and the professor sat back in his wheelchair in shock. What was he going to do? Jean was on the other side at awe of the situation. She didn't know what to say though she had seen Rogue nod her head and was sure she had confirmed what she and Logan had already assumed. Everyone continued to stare at the fight until Scott took Remy by the seat of his pants and tossed him out of the second story window. He then jumped out and landed on his feet, straddling Remy and beating the living daylights out of him.

Rogue quickly stood up and grabbed her belly before running towards the stairs. Kurt immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her back. He teleported her outside and they stood right beside the fighting folk. She grabbed Scott by the shoulders and with alarming strength, pulled him off of Remy before kneeling down beside him. She pulled the top of her shirt off and merely sat there with a wife beater that stretched tightly across her burgeoning belly. As she wiped his face she began to yell at Scott for being so violent towards Remy.

"How could you? How could you sleep with that idiot? How could you do that after we-after we were together?" Scott asked. The thought of it just ripped away at his sanity and his eyes shone behind the glasses. Logan was worried that even his lenses wouldn't be able to help him control his anger.

"Don't hate on the Cajun hommes. Ya should've taken the fille when ya had the chance," Remy said cockily. Rogue dropped his head from her hand and it fell to the ground, the impact sending currents across his skull.

"How could you do that?! How could you?!" Scott yelled at Rogue. Rogue saw red as she pulled her arm back. On impact, Scott's head seemed to twist about after the crack sound that was heard. Rogue then slapped him as hard as she could across the other cheek and stared at him in dismay before busting out into tears. She just heaved as she looked through her tears at the blood that gushed out of Scott's nose. Remy just lied there as he tried to ignore the pain; he would enjoy these moments much more had he not been suffering. Logan felt it was time to intervene.

"Now listen Gumbo," he began before grabbing Remy by the collar of his shirt. "Now, ya spit out the truth or I'll snap you're fingers in half, capisce?" Remy nodded in response and Logan continued. "Are you the kid's father?"

"Of course not! Remy ain't dat silly to get a fille pregnant. 'Sides, he can't afford ta pay alimony," Remy said and began to rise up. He looked over at Scott and shook his head in shock. "When Remy got attacked by the oeil over dere, he figured what was really happenin'. Remy figured he'd put a stop to dis. Now dat his job's done, time to move on. Jusqu'à demain X-Men."

As Remy left Scott turned towards Rogue who was just recuperating from her tears. Remy left the mansions patio and continued on his way, his whistle breaking the silence. Rogue merely stared up at Scott with wide eyes and momentarily felt afraid. If he took his glasses off, he could easily burn right through her. She suspiciously figured that the thought had crossed his mind.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Scott asked, apparently ignorant to the fact that he had a silent audience. Rogue slowly opened her mouth to speak when she felt herself get knocked to the side. She looked up to find Sabretooth looking down at her in confusion. Where did he come from? In the midst of her questioning, Kurt popped into the picture and grabbed Rogue by the shoulder, but Sabretooth instead knocked Kurt against the wall. Kurt groaned in pain and Sabretooth grabbed Rogue's arms. He wasn't sure why but he felt the urge to take her away. Scott wasn't having any of that though.

He hopped on Sabretooth's back and began to shoot his optic blasts straight at his head, leaving bits of his hair fried. Sabretooth grabbed Scott by the arm and flipped him over his shoulder; Scott felt his back crack as he banged onto the ground. Wolverine unsheathed his claws and slashed Sabretooth across his back. Sabretooth let out a harsh cry and turned towards his foe. Jean rushed the other mutants in the house while Kurt grabbed Rogue and Scotts shoulders. Before he teleported, Rogue pulled away and Kurt solely carried Scott into the vicinity shocked at the empty spot at his other side.

Wolverine glimpsed at Rogue who narrowed her eyes as they slowly disappeared behind a white glow. She made her way towards Sabretooth who turned towards her with a snarl. Wolverine took his claws and shoved them through Sabretooth's ribs who used his nails and attempted to scrape them across Rogue's face. She leaned back and the nails narrowly missed her face but the second she blinked a blast knocked Sabretooth across the lawn. Wolverine watched as Sabretooth ran off quickly, his face seemingly unrecognizable. Where had this come from? What had just happened here?

Logan looked at Rogue who looked at him in shock; she promptly collapsed in his arms. Logan carried her in the mansion and up to his room where he laid her across his bed. He used a damp shirt to wipe the sweat off her face and neck. The one thing he noticed was Sabretooth's determination to take Rogue. He was definitely going to find out why Rogue had suddenly become the object of his affection.

Meanwhile, Scott was lying across a metal board as Hank McCoy took X-Rays of his abused body. He just stared at the ceiling while the machine slowly moved up and down his body, taking pictures at every core to ensure he had not suffered from severe damage. When it was over, he sat down in his chair and gingerly put his pants and shirt back on. A knock on the door introduced Jean before she stepped into the room and sat down on the chair in front of him.

"I guess everyone knows now," Scott said. Jean nodded her head quietly and gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm really sorry Jean. I-I know we said we'd put the past behind us but…I feel so guilty. I just need a friend right now…"

"Scott, you're such a dork!" Jean said and gave him a hug, he responded by squeezing her back. "Look Scott. That's it, its over. Look, I let it go. I really did, I didn't think it was going to be easy but it's time to move on Scott. I can't change how you feel. And you know what? Neither can you. Now, if I'm really your friend. Then I'd tell you to go upstairs and talk to her. You guys really need to talk."

"Thanks Jean," Scott said and kissed her softly on the cheek. He left the room and Jean slumped against the bed as her eyes welled up with tears. She immediately wiped them away and took in a deep breath. She would be okay, she knew she would. She just had to get through this a little longer. She turned quickly at the smell of sulfur and saw Kurt with a little notepad in his hands and Kitty's eyes brighter then usual.

"Jean! Ve need your advice, it is to the utmost urgency!" Kurt said, his yellow eyes full of panic. Where they okay?

"Yeah, Jean…should we decorate the ballroom…pink or blue? Or just throw it up in the air and totally go for the green?!" Kitty asked. Jean looked at each of them slowly and busted out into laughter. If she couldn't get over it on her own, watching Kurt and Kitty attempt to throw a party would be enough to help her out. And Rogue's face when she saw little pink booties everywhere would be a trip. She would make it, she would be all right.

Scott peeked around the open door and saw Rogue lying on the bed with no Logan in sight. He walked in slowly, ensuring that his shoes would not squeak due to the floor and peered down at her. She looked a little worst for the wear as her brows scrunched together and her permanent pout greeted him. He sat down gingerly on the bed and used his hand to lightly brush back the soulful white streaks that grazed her cheeks. He leaned down, gave her a soft peck on the lips and left them there, feeling his body drain into her before pulling away.

"Rogue," Rogue whispered to herself before getting up and seeing a reflection of the face she thought was hers. She realized that he had touched her and in her mind relived the memories of that beautiful night. She looked at him in surprise that he would remember it so clearly, it was six months ago, too far off to have such detail intricately impressed in the memory. He leaned into her and kissed her again, this time with response in return but immediately pulled away, unsure of the baby's reaction to its mothers powers.

"I'll be back," Scott said as he abruptly stood up. He marched out of the room and made his way to the med lab in order to speak to Dr. McCoy but as he passed the garage door he felt himself get yanked by the collar. "What the hell?"

"Not one peep out of ya Slym," Logan said and shoved him into the front seat of the X-Van. Scott didn't say a word as Logan shifted the gear into drive and almost broke the door off its hinges. There were no words for the fear that engulfed him as he looked at Logan's angry eyes through his peripheral vision.

All he wondered was whether the child would end up fatherless…