A/N: Sorry, sorry, so sorry everyone! My computer had a virus, and it knocked my Microsoft Word out, I had to ask my brother for his disk but it got lost in the mail, finally it came but didn't work on my computer and I had to finally go out and pay for one! This chapter is a little rushed but I just wanted to get it out there so you guys wouldn't think I was dead or something.

Chapter 12

Four months had passed and the weather was out of control. Floods, hail, snow, and hurricanes stumped the local meteorologists at the sudden unpredictable and deadly weather. Remy watched, first worried, then later pissed off. He slowly looked up toward the ceiling at the floor above him in his home. It was her. Remy stormed upstairs but was briefly stopped by Anna walking out of his room wearing his long and used t-shirt like it was a second skin.

"Morning shug, is it still raining?"

"Yeah," Remy said gloomy.

"What is going on, if these conditions get any worse then someone is going to be in a body bag."

"Too late," he said brushing past her continuing up the spiral staircase.

Bang! "Ororo, open up the door!" No response. "Remy not foolin' around here chere, I need to talk to you." Still nothing.

Ororo lay in the bed numb with tears rolling out of her eyes. She just wanted the whole world to disappear, she wanted to disappear. She had been this way since she saw Remy and Anna together on that uneventful night. Her emotions went from pain, to shock, anger, and now she just didn't give a damn anymore. And it showed. Normally, she would not allow her emotions to fully show because she knew that she was directly connected to the weather, but now she wanted others to feel like she felt. Ororo simply stared at the door as she listened to Remy scream for her to open up the door. Finally convinced he had gone away she pulled the covers over her head. All of a sudden Remy literally kicked the door down. Ororo jumped up startled and upset.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Remy?"

"Nothing wrong wit' Remy chere, wat de fuck is wrong wit you? Now Remy try to be nice and keep peace in his home, but enough is enough padnat. Enough is enough. Y' being selfish and you're hurtin' everyone around here. Now y' get yourself together or else."

"Or else what Remy? What are you going to do? Kick me out of here?"

"Don't tempt me girl. Have y' seen the news lately? Twelve people died today in a storm that YOU caused!"

"I didn't kill anybody."

"Yes ya did chere, y' been wastin' away in here every since—"

"Every since when Remy, huh? The night you betrayed me for that dumb brainless bitch!"

"Hold your tongue girl."

"No, fuck it. I'm sick of being nice about it, you run in my room ready to talk so let's talk. Don't pretend to care about me or that you're in here to help me. Out of four months—FOUR months Remy you never even asked how I was doing. You don't care about me Remy. You used me and you know it. Me! Your partner, your friend, your companion. Tell me, does she know about us? Does she know about what went on that night?"

"Stop it. I told you to hold your tongue or so help me—"

"Does she know that you laid beside me that night and told me how "you couldn't live without me" or "how beautiful I looked in your t-shirt!"

Before Ororo knew it Remy's huge hands wrapped around her shoulders and slammed her against the wall.

"How dare you talk to me like dat! After everything I've done for you. Wat goes on 'tween Remy and Anna is between Remy and Anna is 'tween Remy and Anna."

Ororo stared at Remy is disbelief at his actions and apparent rage. She was tired of fighting, arguing, and feeling hopeless. She just wanted to die. Remy saw the despair in her eyes and grabbed her arm and escorted her to her closet.

"Pack your ting's chere it's time for you to go."

"Go where?" Ororo asked sobbing quietly.

"Remy tink you need some time alone. I worked too hard to let you bring all I've worked for go down the drain. Listen to me good girl, Anna Marie ain't going no where. So you can accept it or leave it right here and right now. I care about this girl too much to let you hurt her. And I wouldn't let her hurt you either. Y' need to go back to your roots and get situated. I made a call to Tante and you'll be livin' wit her for a while."

"But what about the business, who's going to manage the books and run things around here?"

"Jean or Anna can take care of that."

"Wow. So it's her over me now. Is that how it is Remy?"

"Dat's how y' made it chere. Y' act like a child Remy treat you like a child. You should know how it works around here padnat."

Later that night Remy met helped Ororo pack her last suitcase in the trunk of her car. Extending his arms out widely for a hug, Ororo reluctantly obliged. Remy whispered softly in her ear, "Remy doin' dis because he love you chere. So much."

Ororo whispered back coldly, "I know you think that tough love is the best love Remy, but now I see where I stand with you. I can't stay with someone who doesn't trust me, so when I go back to New Orleans…I'm never coming back."

Remy's face fell as he watched Ororo walk stoically to the front seat of the car. With not so much as a goodbye or a wave of her hand, she was gone and Remy was left there to eat his words. Anna walked towards Remy and his heart sank. Remy had just ran away the best thing that had ever happened to him for a woman. He hoped Ororo wasn't serious but he knew once she had her mind made up, there was no deterring her. When retreating back to the mansion in his office, he noticed a note from Ororo.

Remy, I can't live as a sidekick anymore, but more importantly I can't live a lie. You know how I feel about you and I thought that you felt the same way. You were like a father figure to me and I loved you dearly for taking me under your wing. But that night, in the darkness, I realized that I just plain loved you. I didn't mind being the "other woman" Remy, but I can't play the fool. I can't watch you parade her around in front of me as I die on the inside. It was once you and I, now it's you and her. I'm happy for you both, truly I am. But it's time for me to move on, and because I helped you build this "dynasty" it's time for me to take my share. I took my half of the money and stocks and I will never return. I love you Remy. Always,

Ororo.

Remy stared at the paper and re-read the words over and over again. The word "Ororo" suddenly became blotched when a single tear hit the paper. Vaguely listening to the weatherman on the nearby television, he heard that the weather was now back to order and storm free. 'Ironic,' he thought, for he had just lost his Storm as well.