A defeated Rogue found her way up to Remy's room. She didn't feel good about the whole Death situation at all. She had gotten so caught up in the fact that she could touch him that she didn't think through her actions at all. Instead, she wanted Death to be Remy so badly, that she was willing to do anything. At least Kitty and Emma had given her a good wake up call.
She was kind of relieved not to see him just yet. She wasn't sure she could resist him after last night. Truth was; she still wanted him and she was sure she could get Remy back. Exhausted, Rogue opened the door to Remy's room, only to find a pair of red eyes sparkling back at her in the dark.
She quickly closed the door behind her, locking it from the inside. Her heart raced. The last thing she needed was any interruptions this time.
"Remy," she addressed him.
He didn't answer, not even to correct her saying, "It's Death." She slowly walked closer to him, not bothering to turn on the light. He was perched on his bed, doing something with his hands. She recognized the sound instantly. He was shuffling a deck of cards. She cautiously sat down on the end of the bed.
"I don't play cards. I never have. How do I know how to do this? How do I know how to this in the dark?" he finally said, the cards expertly shuffling through his hands.
"You used to play cards, as Remy," she answered.
He stopped shuffling, the cards scattered across the bed. "I don't know Remy."
"You were Remy before Sinister transformed you into Death. You went to him because of me."
His eyes narrowed. "And why would I go to Sinister for you?"
"Because you love me, it was the only way we could touch each other," she answered, her voice breaking.
He sat silently.
"Go on," he finally pressed.
Between sobs she told him everything that had happened between them, from the moment she first saw him on the train, to their present situation. She even told him what he'd told her while she was in her coma. He sat quietly, listening to everything. He never once interrupted. When she finished, she looked at him, hopefully. Surely this triggered something.
"None of this rings any bells," he said finally.
Her heart broke.
"It explains a lot, and I'm convinced that I am Remy, or at least was Remy." He was so matter of fact when he said it, like none of it really mattered.
Rogue couldn't help it. She started crying harder.
Death got uncomfortable at the sight of her tears. God, he hated it when they cried. Wait, no, that must be Remy.
"It doesn't mean I don't want you," he tried consoling her. "It's just I don't remember our past." He tentatively reached out to put a hand on her knee.
At that exact moment, a gust of heat came through the window, flames lighting up the room. The mansion was under attack. Without thinking, Death's first instinct was to protect Rogue. He saw one of War's spears flying through the window towards her and dove in front of it, taking the injury as he pushed her out of the way.
"Remy!" she screamed when he didn't get up right away. She helped him lean against the wall. His breathing was laboured. Rogue's hands were instantly cupping his face. His hair was in his eyes. It always was. She delicately brushed it out of the way like she'd always done.
"Oh, Remy," she cried desperately.
He only looked up at her.
She panicked when she could feel something warm dripping onto her leg. He was bleeding badly. She saw a ghastly looking spear sticking clean through on his side. "Hold on, Sugar," she said. "This is gonna hurt." She snapped the blade off the spear with little trouble, and pulled the stick out from behind him.
Emma and Kitty were out in the courtyard, fighting the unexpected onslaught with the others. Logan was tearing into mutants left and right, and both Storm and Warren were in the air. Bobby was going after Famine.
"I don't see Remy, I mean, Death with them!" Kitty shouted to Emma as Apocalypse's army approached.
"And I don't see Rogue with us," Emma replied.
Kitty's eyes widened. "You don't think—"
"I don't know what to think, Kitty! Now pay attention to the battle. Let Rogue deal with Remy."
"But—"
Emma instantly regretted snapping at the poor girl. She was worried about Rogue and it showed. If Emma scared anyone with her 'wild animal' speech, it was Kitty and not Rogue. She would be no use in battle with this state of mind. Emma sighed, giving in. "Come on, Kitty. Let's go find her."
She chose to ignore the fact that Kitty actually skipped along behind her.
It was the smallest gesture, the simplest gesture. Yet, it was the one that he secretly had liked best. Naturally, he'd never admit to anyone how it made him shiver with delight when she did it. He did have a reputation to maintain, and no one needed to know that all Rogue ever needed to do to him was gently brush the hair out of his eyes and he'd turn to complete mush. He didn't feel so mushy right now, though. Instead, he felt as if he'd just woken up from the strangest dream and entered Hell. There was fire and there was pain. He knew he wasn't really in Hell because Rogue was there, and she was ripping his shirt off.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to rip my clothes off, Chere," he said to her.
"R-Remy?" she asked, as if she wasn't sure it was really him. She was pressing the shirt firmly into his side, where the pain was.
"The one and only, babe," he answered. He wasn't prepared for her reaction. She instantly flung herself at him and spilled little kisses all over his face, like he'd been gone for weeks.
She was excited and upset at the same time, and he realized that it was because he was injured. No matter, he could already feel the heated charge inside him as his mutation began repairing his cell structure. He'd live, but she didn't know that.
"Mon Dieu, Chere, there's so much bleeding. I think you might have to rip off your shirt as well." He grinned mischievously.
In her panicked state, she had actually started to tear her shirt, until she recognized the look on his face. You have got to be kidding me. She pulled the bloody rag from his wound to see it was already healing. He'd live.
"C'mon, Chere. It's matter of life and death," he said, milking it.
"Remy, you're a jerk." It was all she could say as he roughly pulled her into his arms, laughing.
"Well, Chere, I supposed we ought to join the party," he said looking down at his ink black skin. "I do have a bit of a score that needs settlin'. Not sure I like the new look."
"I don't care what you look like, as long as you're you," Rogue said, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in for what was going to be a kiss.
Something hit Remy in the back of the head. Hard. He whirled around to see Kitty and Emma in the doorway. Kitty was furiously hurling textbooks at him.
"Ow! What the hell, Kitty?" he barked, as he batted another book out of the way.
She stopped with a book in her hand. "Remy?" she asked, slowly lowering the book. "Is that really you?"
"Yeah, it's Remy, Kitty," Rogue answered.
Kitty's face lit up and flung herself at Remy with full force, hugging him like there was no tomorrow. Rogue had expected Kitty to fling her arms around Remy. It was just Kitty's way. What she didn't expect was for Emma to do the same.
"What?" Emma shrugged when she let go of Remy and composed herself. "I missed him too. Besides, I've been 'Team Remy' since day one."