A/N- I'm so so super sorry for the delay between chapters. I hadn't intended to leave such a break between these two but life got busy over the holidays and I just couldn't find the time to write. Thank you all for your amazing reviews the last chapter got, I hope you'll remember to show me some love for this one too... It was another tough one to write, so I could definitely use the love.

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Entry number twenty one:

My hands were so frozen by the time I got to Remy's that I was sure I'd split my knuckles just by knocking on his door. My feet were sore and cold and wet thanks to the fact that I'd walked thirty minutes in the freezing cold in heels. And my face felt numb, thanks to the fact that I'd been crying as I'd walked thirty minutes in the freezing cold- in heels.

Remy ripped the door open wearing nothing but his boxer briefs and a scowl, "Goddamnit Kitty, do you have any idea-" He stopped talking and the scowl melted off his face as he looked me over, "What the hell...?"

"Hi." I sniffled with a ragged breath, "Can I sleep on your lip couch?"

He blinked at me and knit his brow, "What are you doing here?" He asked, tipping his head out into the hall to give it a visual sweep, "Are you alone?"

I sucked in a shaky breath, about to explain my terrible evening, when a woman's voice from inside the apartment interrupted me,

"Remy? Who's there?" I saw her come to a stop in his bedroom doorway wearing a black silk robe and probably nothing else underneath it, and I rubbed a frozen hand over my face.

"Holy crap, you're making pancakes." I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, "I'm so sorry-"

"Oh my gosh, you look frozen!" Silk robe girl put a hand on her massive bosom and hurried across the room to t+he door, "You poor thing! Remy, where are your manners? Let the poor girl come in!"

Remy looked over at his... pancake friend before stepping back and letting me step past him, "Kitty, what is going on? What happened?"

He shut the door behind me as Remy's girlfriend led me over to the lip couch.

"I don't know," I sniffled, "Pete and I had a huge fight at the art show..."

"Was it really that boring?" Remy smirked as he pulled on a pair of jeans, and I lowered myself down onto the ugly couch.

"It was bad," I continued, ignoring his stupid, poorly timed joke, "Really bad. I don't know if we're... if it's over, or..." I started to cry again and Robe Girl wrapped a thick blanket around my shoulders and gave me a sympathetic side hug.

"Alright, calm down." Remy muttered. It's not his fault, he hates crying women. "Start from the beginning."

So I did. I sucked in a deep breath, and re-told him and this incredibly kind bed mate of his, the entire story. When I was finished, Remy settled back into the couch, draping an arm across the back and gave his head a shake,

"I'm sure it ain't that bad, minette. Pete's the kind of guy who needs to brood silently a bit before realizing-"

"It's different this time." I cut him off with a frown, "He's different..."

Remy pressed his lips into a thin line, likely knowing what I meant. The very fact that we'd even had this fight, in public no less, is pretty much proof to that point. If I'd snapped like that to the Pete I know, he would have been angry, but he'd never have let it escalate the way it did. He's the voice of reason in our relationship, he's the level headed one. It's almost as if he'd tuned into... someone else.

"Why don't you go take a nice hot shower." Robe Girl said, interrupting our introspection. "You must be frozen to the bone, you'll feel better after a shower."

"No that's fine," I shook my head and dragged the back of my hand beneath my eyes quickly, "I've already imposed enough-"

"Shush." She waved me off and brushed her wavy white hair over her shoulder, "Remy, you should call home and let them know she's safe, and that she's spending the night."

He let out a long breath and nodded, pushing himself up off the couch before heading off to his room to find his phone.

She turned back to me and smiled softly, "I'll find you something wear and make up the couch for you while you're in the shower."

"You're so nice." I sniffled, "I don't even know your name."

She chuckled like some incredibly well endowed Disney Princess, "I'm Felicia."

"You're Felicia?" My eyebrows pinched together, "Like as in... Black Cat, Felicia?"

As if the huge watermelon like boobs weren't a big enough clue for me. I guess I figured Remy would have mentioned some other defining features, like her stunning beauty, her stark white hair, or the fact that she's disgustingly kind.

I guess I expected too much, he was blinded by the melons.

"That's me." She smiled, "I don't imagine he's talked about me too often during your little lunch get-togethers, we don't normally talk about business in our line of work, but he's told me a lot about you. He really values your time together, even though he'd probably never admit it."

"So... you're a thief then? Really?!" I blinked at her, "But you're so... nice!"

She laughed lightly, "Not all of us are jerks. I know it seems like you have to be pretty heartless to do what we do, but at the end of the day, it's just a paycheck. And if I don't do it, someone else will."

"I guess..." I sniffled.

"Trust me," She chuckled, "It's not as if our targets are innocents. Nine times out of ten, I'm hired to recover stolen items."

I knit my brow, "Stealing from another thief?"

"Sure. You know what they say; No honour among thieves. There are very few people I would actually trust, in this business."

"You trust Remy?" I asked, mostly out of an effort to keep the small talk going as a means to distract myself from my woes.

Felicia pressed her lips into a thin line and smiled, "Most of the time."

That seemed like a pretty smart answer to me.

"Alright," Remy began as he walked back into the living room, pulling a black t-shirt on over his head, "I called Rogue and let her know you were here. Apparently she's been trying to call your cell phone for the past hour."

"I left it in the car." I rubbed my eyes with a frown.

"Well, she was losing her shit. You're lucky I called because she probably would have killed you."

"When Logan finds out I spent the night at your place, he'll probably kill you."

The corner of his mouth tugged up and he tussled up my hair, "Just like old times, hmm? You should go home in a pair of leather pants, he'd probably have an aneurism."

Oh yeah, that'd go over real well.

I eventually had my hot shower, which made me feel only slightly better, and dressed in Remy's t-shirt and shorts that Felicia had left for me, and when I came back into the living room, Remy was just finishing making up the couch for me to sleep on.

"I don't know how comfortable it'll be to sleep on..." He began as he spread a blue and green checkered comforter out over the couch, "It's more for aesthetic purposes you know."

"I know." I nodded, "It's fine."

He patted my head as if I were his pet dog and offered me a small smile, "It'll be okay."

I knit my brow and worked the muscles in my jaw in an intense effort to keep from crying again.

"You look real good in my clothes there, minette." He smirked, obviously falling back on the only human interaction he's actually comfortable with, which is flirting, "If you're still up for that pity sex-"

"Get some sleep, you'll feel better in the morning." Felicia cut Remy off with a gentle smile before ushering him off to his room.

I climbed under the big fluffy comforter and snuggled down into the amazingly soft sheets, trying my best to ignore the fact that they smelled terrific. Seriously, Remy. If you want chicks to pick up and leave in the morning, do not make your sheets soft and wash them in chocolate scented soap.

Remy was right, the panty dropper wasn't made for comfort, but luckily, I was exhausted and eventually passed out. I'm not entirely sure what time I eventually dropped off at, but I was roused from my slumber shortly after 8:30 to the sound of the coffee pot hissing in the kitchen. My eyes felt like they were glued shut, and my neck was so stiff that I could barely even roll over. I let out a painful groan as I managed to push myself up to a sitting position and crack a bleary eye open to see Remy giving me a smile.

He looked amused.

I could only assume this meant that I looked horrific. And I totally didn't care.

"Get any sleep?" He asked as he poured himself a cup.

I grumbled and rubbed a hand over my face by means of response as I tried to force my eyes open.

"Want some coffee? You can make some toast or something but there's not much else here..."

I grumbled again, flopping back down onto the couch and covering my head with the comforter. When I felt Remy sit down, practically on my legs, I pulled the comforter back and squinted at him,

"I'm really sorry I ruined your night."

"You didn't ruin my night." He shrugged and took a sip from his mug of coffee.

"You were trying to have a romantic evening with your girlfriend and I totally interrupted." I rubbed my eyes with a yawn and Remy let out a dry laugh,

"Well first of all, I wasn't about to kick you out just so I could get laid." He began, setting his coffee down on the glass top coffee table before turning to face me.

I frowned at him and shook my head, "That's actually really sweet."

He shrugged again and draped his arm along the back of the horrific lip couch I'd spent the night on, "I mean, I got laid anyways, your little drop in was just a hiccup."

I grimaced and rubbed a hand over my face, "Gross."

"And secondly, Felicia ain't my girlfriend. I thought I made it clear that the bachelor pad is not a place Remy brings girlfriends."

"That's too bad. She's super nice."

"Yeah, cuz that's what I look for in a woman. Nice. You know me so well, minette." He rolled his eyes at me and reached forward to grab his mug off the table, "Don't get me wrong, she's got an amazing body, and the sex is phenomenal, but outside of the bedroom she's just... too nice. I guess I like my women with a bit of a chip on their shoulder. I'm a sucker for punishment." He gave me a gross wink before quickly downing the rest of his coffee and slapping my knee from over top of the comforter, "Alright, get dressed, I'll take you home."

I pressed my lips together into a thin line and reluctantly nodded. I wasn't exactly in a huge rush to hurry home. I'd have had no problem hanging around Remy's bachelor pad for the remainder of the day, but it was pretty obvious that Remy wasn't quite up for that. "Where is Felicia? Is she still sleeping?" I asked, looking towards Remy's open bedroom door. He shook his head and stood up,

"Nah, she had to sneak out early. She got a job in the city and she didn't want to wake you."

"Oh." I frowned, kind of disappointed that she wasn't still around, "Well, tell her I said thanks for last night."

He smirked, "I'll thank her for the both of us."

"Ugh, you're a pig." I muttered under my breath, shucking the comforter off and trudging to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

The drive home from Remy's apartment isn't exactly long per-sey, taking weather conditions and traffic into account it's usually only about twenty minutes or so. However this day, by what can only be assumed is the work of some dark form of magic, it took about two minutes.

I might be exaggerating a little, but I swear, it definitely felt like it was less than five.

He pulled his midnight black Dodge Charger up to a stop in front of the front steps and shifted into park,

"It'll be fine." He said with a firm nod, "You've both had time to cool down. You can talk..." This was basically the only thing he'd said during our two minute drive, and I was beginning to wonder if he was trying to convince himself. The way I did when my parents told me they were getting a divorce.

Regardless of the reason for his miniature pep talk, it did the job, and I was able to suck it up and go inside. By some type of small miracle, I was able to make it all the way up to my room without bumping into a single soul. I thought for sure that it'd be my stupid luck to walk in the door and find every single person standing in the foyer, but apparently God took pity on me for once, and let me escape unseen.

Of course, the same can't be said for when I actually got back to my room. My shared room.

When I opened the door with my heels in one hand Rogue was there, waiting for me on her bed with her arms crossed tersely, as if she were my mom and I was just caught sneaking in.

She stared at me for a very long moment before finally saying "What the hell?!"

"I know." I shut the door behind me, "I'm sorry-"

"You didn't even take your phone!" She interrupted, "I thought that creepy Simon guy kidnapped you or something!"

"Pete and I had a fight, and I wasn't thinking-"

"You're damn right you weren't thinking!" She cut me off again, "And what in God's name possessed you to go to Remy's house?!"

"I didn't know where else to go." I muttered, peeling my coat off and dropping it on my bed.

She watched me as I flopped down next to it before finally softening up a little bit, "Pete was pretty pissed when you didn't come home." She said, "He took off early this morning..."

I let out a breath and rubbed a hand over my face with a nod, kind of relieved that his absence bought me some more time.

"What happened?" She asked quietly. This is the side of Rogue that's rarely ever seen. She cares; I know she does. She just doesn't like to admit just how much she cares. She doesn't like seeing her amusing little hamster in pain.

"I don't want to talk about it." I shook my head.

This is the side of me that Rogue rarely ever sees. Because usually, I can't shut up.

Piotr got home shortly after lunch, or so I was told, and it took me another hour or so to quit procrastinating and head to his room. At this point I was feeling pretty crumby. He might not have been acting like himself, but I was sure it was the stress of the evening that had altered his personality. And if that was the case, then I'd completely failed the "supportive girlfriend" test. I'd begun to think that maybe Remy was right; maybe we just needed to both cool down and have a rational grownup conversation. So I stood outside his closed door as I silently wrestled with myself, trying to muster up some confidence to eventually knock. I was probably standing there in front of the door for a good five minutes before eventually doing the old knock and open.

He was standing at his desk flipping through his portfolio, not bothering to acknowledge my presence, but I definitely noticed his jaw clench when I stepped in the door. It was pretty obvious to me that he was very much not cooled down since last night.

"What."

"I thought we should talk." I said tersely, instantly regretting this idea to talk like rational grownups.

"I'm on my way out." He clipped.

"Oh gee, wherever could you be going?" I replied sarcastically, which finally caught his attention. He looked up at me and squared his jaw irritably,

"I don't have time for more of your bullshit-"

"You don't have time?!" I snorted, "Are you (effing) kidding me right now?!"

"If you wanted to talk then perhaps you should have considered that before crawling to Gambit." He stated, looking back down at his portfolio.

"What?!" I spat, "What the hell do you mean by that?!"

"You know exactly what I mean by that." He looked back up at me, his blue eyes dark and clouded with anger, "Old habits are hard to kill."

"It's old habits die hard, jackass. And don't act for a second like you actually think I mixed it up with Remy. I slept on his couch."

"I don't care where you slept!" He said, suddenly slamming his portfolio down on the desk, "This is what you do, Kitty! Things aren't going your way, so you throw yourself at someone else! It is like your way of throwing a temper tantrum-"

"What are you even talking about right now?!" I interrupted with outrage.

"You have a bad date with Lance and find yourself at Remy's door?" He clipped.

"Woah!" I held up a hand, "That was a long time ago-"

"We fight about Illyana and suddenly you're Lance's nurse and he is suffering from Stockholm syndrome." He ignored my protest and continued, "You pick Alex up at a club, and call me from his phone-"

"I didn't do that on purpose." I snapped. Also, we were totally broken up at the time, it doesn't count.

"I get a life outside of this place, outside of our relationship, and you start spending time with Doug. We argue about me enjoying a life without you, and you-"

"Are you serious right now?!" I stopped him from going on, "I am most definitely not friends with Doug out of spite, Piotr. And I went to Remy's last night because I didn't want to come back here and be near you, and I had nowhere else to go."

He let out a derisive snort, "Convenient."

"Not everything I do is about you!" I shouted back at him, beginning to feel my blood come to a boil, "And it's awfully convenient that you've been hanging out with half naked women for 3 months. And what about that Miley Cyrus clone, who by the way, is just itching for you to break up with me because I'm some kind of emotional anchor or some bullshit. You let her and that Lexus lady completely humiliate me, and instead of sticking up for your girlfriend, you sent me off to find the cookie table like I was some kind of simpleton!"

He shouted something in Russian, which I'm assuming was a string of swears, "I'm sorry if you weren't the centre of my world for one night! That's all I wanted! One (effing) night where I didn't have to worry that my high maintenance, crazy girlfriend would embarrass me in front of a very important person! One night where you didn't somehow turn it around to make it all about you-"

"I didn't make it about me!" I cried back, fighting back the tears of blinding fury I could feel burning behind my eyes, "I didn't want to make it about me! I just expected my boyfriend would at least try and include me in this world of his instead of making me feel as if I were a burden just by being in the same goddamn room! I don't even know you anymore!" I choked out, still struggling to keep it together, "You never would have let someone make me feel the way that woman did last night, even if she is some self righteous art bitch from San Francisco."

"Then maybe you are holding me back emotionally. Because that "self righteous art bitch" is one of the few people who truly understands my potential, and wants to help me improve my skills."

"Well then I guess you'd be better off without me then, wouldn't you?!" I snapped, "I'd hate to be the emotional anchor that holds you back from your "true potential". So anchors aweigh, Pete! Hoist the mainsail and batten down the hatches!"

Piotr stiffened slightly as he stared down at me, "It sounds to me like you no longer want to be in this relationship."

I shot out a breath and "That's not what I'm saying-"

"We clearly have different aspirations. Things change. My priorities have changed-"

"Obviously your priorities have changed, you've basically abandoned your sister."

He gave his eyes an impatient roll and shook his head, "Since when do you care about Illyana? Don't try and make this about her. This is about you and me. You acting like a petulant child the second things don't go your own way, and I decide that I want more to life than just you. And if that's the case then I refuse to let you hold me back." He pulled the desk chair out quickly before dropping down into it and flipping his portfolio back open, not even bothering to give me one last look. "I have work to do. Close the door behind you when you leave."

I stood there, staring at him like a stunned deer, watching him go about his work as if I just ceased to exist in his world. I forced down a swallow and managed to suck in a steady breath in spite of the fact that my heart felt like it were being squeezed uncomfortably, before turning around and making damn sure the entire residence knew I'd shut the door when I left.

And just like that, we were done.

No rational grown up conversation. No apologies. No kiss and make up.

Just... done. Just like that.

I have no idea what happened to my boyfriend, but the man I left in that room, was definitely not him.