It had been two months. Remy lay in his bed, naked, alone, guilty. He was used to this; what he wasn't used to was the ache in his belly, the one that was a strange mixture of lust and longing. He had never felt the two together until he had come to the mansion. Until he had felt the deep guttural pangs of love for the very first time in his life. At twenty-three, Remy Lebeau had finally found love.

He had told her. She deserved the truth and he half expected her to stay there in that bed, half expected her to drain him dry, half expected her to reach out and hold him as they cried together, half expected her to give him the kiss of death she was so capable of. She didn't. She left him there, naked. The first woman to ever leave him, the first woman to ever love him.

He said the words and he knew. He knew she wouldn't look at him the same. He watched as her bright green orbs turned a somber murky green and her lips trembled, watched as she turned over, her chestnut locks sending the last of their vanilla scent towards him, watched as she slowly sat up walked to the window and stared for a great moment out the window, watched as she opened it up and flew out and onto the grounds. She left him there, naked.

It had been two months and they hadn't spoken, two months and despite having been assigned to track down the Brotherhood together they hadn't worked in the same room, two months since she had said the words that released him from his prison. He had loved her before she had said the words, he possibly had loved her from the moment she came into that room and took his breath away and denied him. But that didn't matter anymore because she didn't want him. Not after what he had done. He knew it was going to happen. Predicted it before she could have. He had no reason to live, but lived for her. Because he still, despite thinking he was unworthy of life, loved her.

He stood up from the mussed sheets and strode to the window. It was a full moon.

He picked up a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and made his way down to the Danger Room. It had been two months since he had gotten any sleep. At 3 in the morning, Remy made his way down to the danger room for a quick session before a fifteen mile run. He padded down the steps of the mansion quietly, there was always at least one other person awake at any time but he was unsure of who, or if they'd be friendly. Since his and Rogue's falling out no one was very close to him. Even Storm had been keeping him at arm's length. He deserved it. The first family he could have had since the guild and he fucked it up. Just like he fucked everything else up. He was a fuck up. This was his mantra. He chanted it as he made his way around the corner and into the Danger Room.

Once inside he wasn't surprised to see Logan sitting at the controls. Ol' claws had become his only ally in the mansion, surprising as he could have sworn Wolverine loathed him. But he must have had his own stories because when Remy confided in him not what he did but the extent of what he told Rogue, Logan understood fully. His own days with Weapon X still haunted him and had nearly caused the deaths of everyone in the mansion.

Logan hit the controls, setting them to the highest frequency; a cigar hanging from his lips as he pulled open yesterday's newspaper and began to scan it. Gambit lost himself in the movements of battle as he charged everything and anything within sight. Forge was especially angry at Gambit, not because of the situation with Rogue but because of the damage he was causing the Danger Room and the maintenance repairs he had to make at least daily.

"Wolvie, turn it off!" Gambit shouted to Logan as the last simulation exploded into a thousand magenta fragments. Logan sat up at the controls and turned the dial back to zero. Gambit, was hunched over in exhaustion, it was time for his lungs to scream. His muscles ached but he still had his run to complete as he and Wolverine laced up their shoes and headed out to the grounds for their run. They were always silent on the runs. Always silent in the Danger Room and Remy was thankful for it. Logan understood that Remy needed his body to put his mind to rest, questions just got in the way.

As they made the last turn on mile fifteen and the mansion came within sight, Gambit noticed a small black sedan at the front door. He looked to Wolverine, who shrugged as they sprinted the last mile to see what was going on. The sun had just risen.

Rogue was not herself. She wasn't the steadfast Rogue. No she was Anna Marie once again. The small, timid, innocent girl. In the past two months it seemed she had reverted back to her thirteen year old self, the one that Cody had almost forced himself on, the one that had run away from her problems, the one that would eventually be the girl who practically killed Ms. Marvel.

She avoided Remy like the plague. He didn't know Anna Marie, he knew Rogue. She had told him she loved him and he had told her he had massacred innocent mutants. Wasn't he romantic. But she couldn't face him, because the fact was she still loved him. He had exposed himself to her in the most intimate ways possible and she had shut him down. He had touched her. In every way except one, and her heart couldn't take it. She wanted to hate him. She couldn't.

Anna Marie took to staying in her room unless otherwise called upon. She roamed the grounds only when she knew it was safe; which was never. He seemed to be everywhere she was, his demon eyes finding her emeralds and shaking her to her core. She wanted him still. Her body, her mind, her soul called to him. She had done it again. Pushed away the one she loved. Because she couldn't accept him, not because he couldn't accept her. Irony was her enemy.

It was 5:30 in the morning and she was still awake, she hadn't slept in two months. Anna Marie went down stairs for some coffee and maybe a conversation with Storm. She needed reassurance, this time from a woman's perspective. There was some sort of commotion at the entrance to the mansion but she couldn't make out what it was. She decided against moving towards the door where the Professor, Jean, Scott, Forge, Hank, and a plethora of others had made their way around. She made her way into the deserted kitchen with a small smile on her face. At least something could keep people from interrogating her for the next couple of hours.

She sat at the counter, her steaming cup of coffee in one hand, the morning paper in the other and a bowl of cereal to her side. She was going to try to enjoy the morning, try not to think of Remy. In truth Anna could hardly keep him away from her mind for even a moment. She wondered constantly what could have driven him to Sinister, driven him to such a maniac that he would….She let her thought fall there. She had asked herself this question countless times, but the subject was changed, instead it was why she had joined the Brotherhood. She knew she had no room to judge, but she couldn't help but think of the things that Remy could be capable of it he had really been a Marauder, if had really been a part of the massacre.

She hadn't told anyone else in the mansion. It wasn't her secret to tell, and yet she felt weighted by it. As if it was her own burden she was bearing. She sat there acting as if she was perusing the paper. She hadn't gotten any leads on the collar but it seemed the Professor wasn't worried about the technology that much since the Brotherhood had it. Still she wanted to make sure to get it back. It wasn't there's to have, that and she couldn't fathom letting Pietro one up her. It drove her to insanity at the thought.

Storm had made her way into the kitchen, wearing a simple, white silk robe that hugged her every curve. It seemed as if T'challa had made a visit that evening prior. Rogue smirked.

"Have fun last night 'Ro?" Rogue said not looking up from her paper.

"Maybe just a little," Storm smiled back as she took a seat across from Rogue a glass of orange juice in her hand.

"How have you been? It seems as if we haven't had time to talk much…" Storm cut herself short, she didn't want to upset Anna but she wanted to know what had happened. She had tried not to pry but the girl who had been so self assured before seemed to have withered within a short period of time.

Rogue shrugged her shoulders. "Just been researching things is all. Ah think Ah've been a little unda the weatha to be honest. A cold or something like that," Rogue hid.

"Mmm," Ororo murmured as she took a sip of juice, Rogue mimicking with her coffee.

Suddenly, Jubilee rushed into the kitchen chewing her gum furiously.

"Guys you'll never guess who's back!" she yelled as she pulled Rogue and Storm up off of their stools and dragged them to the foyer.

Jubilee seemed to have grown stronger Rogue thought to herself as the girl tugged Storm and her to the foyer. It seemed that the group of people around the door had grown. And that's when she spotted her and Rogue's face lit up at the sight of the girl's purple hair.

Gambit and Wolverine were somewhat excited. They hadn't expected to have something new make its way into the mansion and their mile dash was great for the competition they had been harboring since, well since Remy had gotten to the mansion. Gambit outran Wolverine by a couple of yards as they both made it to the door out of breath.

"Come on mon ami, let's see what de commotion all 'bout, non," Gambit said between breaths as he turned the door knob. Wolverine followed after him.

Gambit pushed past some of the younger students, Logan all the while en tow behind him and he finally came upon the part of the circle where there stood a young girl, about seventeen with bright blue eyes, purple hair and an expression of obvious happiness. Remy recognized her at once. Her skin a pale color. The color of bones he thought to himself.

He pushed past everyone. She pushed past everyone.

Now the circle contained all three of them.

"Sarah"

"Rogue"

"Sarah"

"Remy"

Silence fell around them as they all stood staring at one another.


So what do you guys think...dramatic huh! Well I hope you guys enjoyed these last couple of chapters, I'm hoping to update very soon with maybe some reconciliation. I mean it wouldnt be much of a ROMY fic if they didnt do something right! ;) anyways there'll be some Brotherhood x X-Men action, some Remy and Rogue action, maybe even some Jubilee x Wolverine action and Storm x T'challa, just depends if you guys keep reading and reviewing.