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Okay, I know I said that the story was finished, that I was going to take a break, become more organized, etc. I lied. Well, not really. It's just that since I ended it, I have been stuck with feelings of remorse, and I haven't started organizing. yet. So, rather than sitting around doing nothing, I'll just continue the story.

Xavier Institute, Three Months Later

"Shhh she's coming."

"Owww, Bobby get away from me."

"Turn off the lights."

Charles Xavier smiled fondly at the lengths his students would go through for one of their own. He was surprised that word traveled around so quickly; he had not even known today's significance. It was Rogue's birthday. He suspected that Remy had spread the word.

He gazed contentedly around the living room at his students awkwardly trying to hide, and announced, "Relax, she doesn't have a clue what's going on."

Logan gave him a skeptical look.

"I'm a telepath, remember. She doesn't have a clue."

"Hide!" Jean whispered as the jingling of the keys and Rogue's melodic laughter filtered through the doorway.

"...Sugah, you really didn't have to take me out to dinner like that. I would've been fine with a simple get-together at home." "Well, maybe den you can have your cake and eat it, too."

"SURPRISE!!!"

Rogue reeled back, overwhelmed with the barrage of smiling faces. She grinned widely at Remy. "You planned this, didn't cha, Sugah." Remy clapsed her hand. "Only de best for you, Chere."

Later, as Rogue was passing out cake and sharing stories, Kitty sighed. There was a time when she couldn't stand Rogue. She was pretty, funny, and she had received Bobby's interest, which was something Kitty had sought after for a long while. So when she had a chance to really stick it to Rogue, she jumped at the opportunity, and coincidently, Bobby's face.

For weeks after Rogue had run off with Remy, all Kitty could think about was the look on Rogue's face when she had caught her kissing Bobby at the carnival. And despite Jean's reassurances, Kitty had the gnawing feeling that she had left because of her and Bobby. Bobby, of course, was no help. He had been so angry and depressed that he would do nothing but snap at Kitty and blame her for Rogue's death. So, finally, convinced that it would never work out between her and Bobby, Kitty moved on. She fell in love with arguably New York's most famous superhero. And it doesn't hurt that he does look the best in spandex. But of course, she was probably biased.

Her gaze drifted back onto Rogue. Since she and Remy had come back, she and Kitty had spoke briefly about "the incident." Kitty apologized sincerely, and Rogue had accepted, and actually thanked Kitty for making her run off.

"Who knows," she said, "maybe Ah wouldn't have been fell in love with Remy if Ah was still with Bobby." Kitty didn't know what to say to that. But they both had aL

reed that a friendship, no matter how small, was not worth breaking up over a boy, so Rogue and Kitty agreed to try to salvage what was left of their friendship. And now, a few months later, she could honestly consider Rogue one of her closest friends.

Just then, Kitty was interruoted from her thoughts by her aforementioned friend.

"Hey, Sug, join the party."

Rogue motioned her over with the promise of a slice of cake balanced precariously in her lilac clad hands. Rogue's original powers had returned the same day she and Remy returned to the mansion. Professor Xavier hypothesized that her illness that day was her body ridding herself of her borrowed powers and reinstating its' original ones. Rogue took it surprisingly well. You know what they say...It's better to have loved and lost...

Later that evening

Rogue yawned loudly as she slipped off her heels and changed into something more comfortable. Where's Remy, she thought. She brushed her hair and looked on the nightstand beside her bed. On it Remy's cell was charging. He's probably just looking for his phone. Just then, it began to vibrate. Rogue peered to look at the caller id. Jean-Luc. She debated whether or not she should pick it up. It's not like she had ever met the man, but she thought of him as a father to her. She shook her head. Sometimes it was hard to separate her memories from Remy's.

Just then Remy walked in the room. "Chere, 'ave to seen Remy's phone?" Looking around he spotted it on her nightstand. "Oh, I forgot I charged it in here, t'anks, Chere."

Rogue motioned to the phone. "Jean-Luc called."

"Oui?" He paused as he checked the phone.

"It says 6 missed calls. Must be something important." He pressed a few buttons and began to dial him back. Rogue snuggled into her bed and turned on the television.

"'Allo, Pere. Desole, I've been busy. What's going on?"

Rogue casually flipped through the stations before settling on an old Steve Martin movie. She glanced over to Remy who had began pacing worriedly before leaving the room.

A few minutes later, he returned looking pale-faced.

"What's wrong," asked Rogue concernedly.

"I've got to go back home for a few days, that's all." He replied hurriedly.

"Can Ah come," she began to ask.

"NO!"

"Desole, Chere. I didn' mean to snap, but it's some bad business." He jumped on the bed and looked her in the eye.

"Rogue, you know I love you, right?" She nodded.

"Den promise me something. Be careful while I'm gone. Stay home with Logan. Don't go out. It'll only be a few days."

"Sugah, what's wrong?" she asked worriedly.

Remy paused, contemplating whether or not he should tell her.

"When you had my memories, did dey show you what Remy's famille does for a living?"

"Ah know all about the guilds, if that's what you're asking."

Remy nodded.

"Well, it seems de Assassins found out who killed Bella, and they're not to happy. They're after you, Rogue. And they want blood. I'm going to New Orleans to talk to Marius myself, but be careful. Stay away from windows."

He kissed her passionately. "Je taime."

With that, he walked out the door on his way to New Orleans.

a/n: I'm back, baby!