DARKNESS WITHIN

Part Twenty-Nine


Remy LeBeau hated being called into the Professor's office; he'd hoped that once Rogue had been taken away to sleep off her anxiety attack, that the Professor would take a day off from his normal duties but it seemed not.

The Professor at least had cleaned up since his return, and was clean shaven, in a fresh crisp suit, and was sipping coffee at his desk when Remy arrived.

"You wanted to see me?" sighed Remy as he closed the door behind himself after knocking.

"Yes," said the Professor, gesturing to the chair at the other side of his desk, "come, sit."

"I'd rather stand," Remy admitted, he folded his arms. He had an inkling what this meeting was about. He was about to be reprimanded for relying on an enemy for help instead of dealing with the problem directly. He'd prepared himself even before the Professor had sent for him to be yelled at for this. "Look, I'm sorry that I called Magneto but it was the only thing I could think of. We did all we could do to find you that we were able to do...without you there. I wasn't trained to use any of that equipment, and Rogue was in too much of a panic to think of much else. What else was I supposed to do? I had to call him, it was the only ace I had my sleeve."

"No, don't worry," the Professor said, "You were right to call him. If he had not found us there is no telling how much longer we'd have survived in that burial chamber. Every attempt we tried at using our powers to escape ended in causing the problem to worsen. We would have most certainly died."

"Rogue was frantic, you know. With you guys all missing..."

"I know, and I am sorry. Tell me about the past few days."

Remy paced a little, "there's been a little defiance with the kids, but for the most part they did what they was told to," he shrugged. "Rogue still had attacks, but we handled them."

"No other issues?" asked the Professor carefully.

"Well..." Remy paused and considered how he was going to word this right without putting the Professor's hopes up too much. "All this suicide thing with her, I mean...I think we might have progress, you know?"

"Hmm?"

"Well...I don't think she wants to die as much as she did."

"What makes you think that?"

Remy didn't really want to go into his careless supervising being the reason for her falling over the edge of the railing. Instead, he only replied with, "I just...I know. Can see it, she's progressing. I'm not sayin' that she's cured, she'll probably never be fully cured of whatever is eatin' at her, but she's feelin' much...more alive."

"I will talk to her when she awakens."

Remy sighed, "she's gonna be pissed at me, isn't she? About Magneto..."

"I have no idea what her attitude will be," the Professor admitted softly, "but do not feel guilty, Remy. You did the right thing, you did what you had to do. Rogue's reaction is merely...well...there is a lot I should explain to you about what brought her to her current state, that which brought you to us."

"No," Remy stopped him, "I'm over it. I don't wanna know."

"Remy, I have been considering your situation a great deal. Spending all that time in the chamber gave me a lot of time to think, and I've come to a very hard realisation."

"And what's that?"

"That I've made some severe errors in judgement letting you go on with not knowing the truth; it is important that you know about what happened."

"Why?" Remy demanded, "what difference could it possibly make?"

"Why are you so much more adamant that you don't want to know?" the Professor queried. "What do you really have to gain by not knowing the truth?"

After a moment, he sat down in the chair and sighed, "I...don't know. Everythin' in my gut tells me to not pursue the truth. That...I shouldn't know...that I'll just be happier not knowin'. My gut tells me that some...bad shit happened...shit I'm not sure I can handle."

"What bad things? What gives you that idea?"

Remy rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward and interrogated. "I've been havin' these...these flashbacks I guess you could call them. Memories. Things happenin' that tell me I did some stuff or that stuff happened...I don't know how to explain it."

"Can you elaborate more about the flashbacks?" the Professor asked curiously.

"A girl with black hair...pale...I don't know, everythin' is blurry, I'm not even sure if the hair is black or dark brown, it's so hard to say. But she had an overdose, nearly the same way Rogue did...and every now and then stuff reminds me of things...lookin' at an object makes me vaguely remember somethin' or feel somethin'...conversations...things said bring back thoughts and stuff, I don't know."

"This could be your memory returning."

"Maybe. Or maybe it's just stuff I saw in movies. Can't shake the sense of deja vu though."

"Please let me give you a full explanation."

"If you give me that explanation, it could fuck everythin' up for me. If I never regain memories that you tell me I should have, how am I supposed to live right? How would I know how I'm meant to feel about things? I can't go on like I did knowin' I was one person when I might be another now. It's better I not know..." Remy explained, "I mean...jesus, I'm no doctor like you or anything, but...I'm startin' to wonder if maybe that this is my mind's way of tryin' to protect me from somethin'. From getting in a mess or something."

"Perhaps we should focus on some therapy."

"What would that entail?"

"Perhaps in depth discussions about your flashbacks, trying to determine what they mean. Perhaps hypnosis to see if you can unlock the memories further..."

"No, you don't get it, I don't want to unlock the memories...I got a really bad gut feelin' I should leave it alone. Why can't you just let me be?"

"Because I think it could cause you further damage in the long run. If those memories do return-"

"Then they'll return of their own accord, I got no one to blame but myself for that," Remy stood up, "listen, I gotta go. Piotr needs to go pick up some art supplies from the store in town and he invited me to go along. I ain't been out in so long, I just need some time. If...that's okay I mean. I'm better now, I can have a bit of freedom, right?"

The Professor considered this, "freedom is all good and well as long as you don't smuggle certain students out of the institute," he pointed out, "and that you remember rules and curfews."

Remy rolled his eyes, "curfews? Seriously? I'm twenty-two. Why do I need a curfew?"

"Because these are the rules," said the Professor simply.

"Whatever," Remy stood up, "I gotta go."

He left the Professor's office feeling uneasy and interrogated; it almost felt as if the discussion had practically ruined what had been an almost fairly good day. It had started off dismal, but the event with Rogue in the hallway...that had turned into something positive. For two reasons.

The first being that it had come to light that Rogue may be starting to feel like her old self again, that she may want to live after all. He couldn't explain why that took a slight weight off of his shoulders but it did.

The second reason had been the bigger surprise – one that had practically made his whole day. When he'd landed on Rogue following their fall, something had occurred. Something he'd almost suspected would never happen again. Something that had provided comfort from a thought that had almost terrified him into thinking he'd lost the last true part of what made him a man.

Bein' up against her like that, he thought wistfully as he went to meet Piotr at the car. Never would have thought it'd be that that'd fix the problem.

His first erection since his coma had been a surprising pop-up out of nowhere, and it had been a struggle to deal with the discomfort and racing thoughts and frustration of being too busy to deal with it. But it was a positive event. It had given him a small shred of the masculinity he'd thought was lost. Even if it had been only temporary and had since subsided.

It might just not happen again though, might have been a fluke for all I know, he thought as he climbed into Piotr's van, Piotr already sitting in the driver's seat.

"See you fixed the door," Remy smirked.

"Yes. Actually Lance fixed it," said Piotr, his voice slightly quiet, he seemed almost guilty of this fact.

"I guess he doesn't know you and Kitty went out then?" Remy remarked casually as he pulled on the seatbelt and leaned back in the passengers seat.

"No."

"Shame. He should know, let him stew."

Piotr gave a deep sigh as he turned the ignition and started the van. He didn't seem to be in the mood to have the situation brought up.

"What's wrong?"

"I would rather not speak about it," said Piotr.

"What's wrong now?"

"Kitty has returned and passing her in hall was...agony. It felt very awkward."

"You'll get over it, so will she, then you can try again."

"Doubtful," said Piotr as he pulled the van out of the institute grounds. "I really don't want to think about it any more."

"I'm sorry, man. Hands up, it was totally my fault," Remy admitted, "I've lost my mojo, lost my sense of what's what lately," he shrugged, "wasn't until after I'd set you guys up that I found out she's still a lil' bit...damaged."

"Damaged?" Piotr asked, sounding quite worried.

"What I mean is...she's not quite over Alvers yet."

"I do not think Lance is over her, either," Piotr admitted, seemingly agitated. "He goes out with many girls, but...he seems unhappy, and I would catch him looking on his phone at pictures of Kitty. Now can we please just drop discussion?"

Ignoring this request, Remy continued, "His loss, he fucked Wanda. What else is there to say?" Remy muttered. "It's his own fault if he's miserable."

"It is complicated, you know that," Piotr huffed.

Remy turned to look at him questioningly, "how complicated can it get? He stuck his dick in another girl. Most likely 'cause Pretty Kitty weren't puttin' out but it ain't her fault Alvers is a dick."

"Wanda always gets what she wants; I thought you would understand," Piotr grumbled; Remy could see by the look on his face that he did not like this conversation one bit.

"Why would I understand?" Remy vaguely laughed. "I didn't do anything."

Piotr grumbled something, and Remy stared at him blankly.

"Huh?" Remy asked.

"I said just drop it," Piotr snapped.

Remy wasn't sure what to make of this sudden attitude. He took a moment to calm himself and responded. "Just say what's on your mind. Don't hold back 'cause you think it'll hurt my feelings. I'm Remy LeBeau," he explained, and then uttered quietly, "I don't got feelin's."

Piotr turned and looked at him angrily just for a moment before turning his attention back to the road, "This is exactly your problem. You do not know when to step away or drop it, you constantly keep putting your feet where they do not belong and do not let things go. You think of no consequences, only that everything you touch is golden. It is not."

"What did I do?" Remy blinked.

"Just stop getting involved in the lives of others and start working on your own life. I do not want to be set up with Kitty again, and she most definitely does not want to be set up with me. Stop avoiding your own issues by trying to involve yourself in mine."

Remy gaped at him, "that...wasn't what I was tryin' to do...I just thought-"

"Do not think, do not do anything."

Remy sighed, feeling quite dejected. It had been the first time Piotr had ever been annoyed with him in all the time they had known each other. He felt strangely embarrassed and attacked, and almost sad that his last true ally had turned on him. "Fine, if...if that's what you want..." he shook his head and looked away, "I won't say no more about it."


When Rogue awakened in the rec room, it was just past five. Stretched out on the couch, she leaned up confused, trying to remember exactly what had led her to being brought there. Nothing made sense for several moments as she glanced around the room.

Kurt Wagner was sitting in the armchair nearby, feet up, knees to his chest, a magazine in hand. As Rogue stirred, he heard her and he dropped the magazine to look at her. "You're awake," he said, sounding almost optimistic.

Rogue sat up slowly, her back ached; a dull throbbing reminder of the muscle she'd pulled during her fall. "What..." she looked around the room in a daze, they were the only ones in there.

"You passed out, don't you remember?"

"No..." she responded tiredly.

"You had a panic attack and you hyperventilated so much you went out like a light quickly...when your breathing returned to normal, we brought you in here to rest," Kurt tossed the magazine aside and leaned forward in his chair.

Trying to think straight, she rubbed her tired eyes with her index finger and thumb. It all started to quickly come back to her, the others returning, the explanation, then Magneto's appearance as he'd left the Blackbird, the first time she had seen him since his machine had ruined her life.

"Oh..." she sighed. Yes, she remembered it all now.

"Was it Magneto?" Kurt asked quietly, as if to confirm his suspicions about what had caused the anxiety.

She pushed herself up, wincing at the pain in her back, "Ah don't want to talk about it," she limped forward a little, "ohhh owww..."

"What is it?" Kurt teleported quickly to her, to catch her elbow as if he thought she'd fall.

"Ah fell earlier, think Ah've twisted somethin'...pulled a muscle..." she gently shrugged out of his touch, eager to avoid any more of her friends being harmed by her powers. "Guess Ah can get hurt."

Kurt seemed worried about this, and Rogue wondered if he was that paranoid that she'd find some miraculous way to kill herself with pulling every muscle in her body.

That's not even possible, is it? She thought grimly. "Where's Remy?" she asked.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at her, "he left with-" he began.

Rogue interrupted, "with Magneto?!" she shouted.

"No..." Kurt stepped away from her, taken aback a little by her tone, "and please don't shout, I have a headache...I got a nasty hit on the head in Egypt..."

"Sorry..." Rogue winced, "who did he go out with?"

"With Colossus, to pick up art supplies or something...they've been gone for about four hours now..."

Ah'm gonna kill him when Ah see him. He shouldn't have pulled somethin' like that. He should have asked first before calling Magneto, he shouldn't have made that call, it wasn't his right to, she thought angrily as she headed for the door. "He should have been back by now, art store is only in town, it's only twenty minutes away," she uttered.

"Where are you going?" Kurt chased after her.

"To find him," Rogue retorted furiously.

"I don't like the guy, Rogue," Kurt began, "But he doesn't deserve to be yelled at...He doesn't know what he did wrong..." he reminded, "he doesn't know what Magneto did, remember?" he stopped her by grabbing hard on her arm and yanking her back a little. "He thought he was doing good. You know if he hadn't..."

"You'd have gotten away. You could have ported out somehow-"

"I couldn't port that far without knowing where I was going - especially not with a head injury!" Kurt gaped, "I'd end up getting stuck in a wall, or a floor...or in the middle of a sand dune and suffocating!"

"There was a way to get out without Magneto, you know it, you just...weren't trying hard enough!"

"We tried all we could; Ororo was in shock with the small space, and it was getting smaller each time we tried to make a way out. Kitty could not phase her way through it, she could not hold her breath long enough to make it through, and I had been knocked out, I couldn't even see straight when I woke up. Scott blasted at the wall and made it worse, Jean tried moving rocks from the top and more collapsed in. It kept getting worse every time we tried. No communications, no way to contact anyone, no way powers would help...it was impossible! Don't you think we'd have been back sooner if we'd been capable?"

"The point is," Rogue fumed, "that he shouldn't have gotten Magneto involved...there would have been a way to save you all...we could have flown out there..."

"On the Red-Eye?" laughed Kurt weakly, "the fuel capacity would barely get there, you'd go down before even finding us? And even if you had located the Blackbird, what then? How would you get through to us? If you'd started moving the rubble more would have collapsed and crushed us, we barely had eight feet of room left in the burial chamber by the time Magneto found us, we were all cramped up in one corner. We're lucky that a little air was still somehow getting through or we'd have died then and there. What could you have done to save us?"

Rogue stammered but couldn't find an answer. She hated that he was right, that she'd thought the same things herself. It didn't help that despite she knew these things to be true she was still left helpless.

Kurt tilted his head, "we all know Magneto is no angel, Rogue. And I don't like him...but..."

"But?"

"He didn't do anything wrong either...he saved us. We could have been out there for days."

Rogue pulled herself out of his grip and headed for the foyer with Kurt hot at her heels, just as the front door opened and Remy LeBeau collapsed inside flat on his face. Piotr stepped in behind him and pulled up the Cajun with no effort required as Rogue and Kurt stared.

"Let me go, I'm fine," Remy slurred.

Rogue gaped at the sight; she knew that hazy and glazed look in Remy's eyes as he hung from Piotr's grip. "Is...is he drunk?" she gasped.

"I took my eyes away from him for a second..."Piotr replied, his face flushed red as he tried to explain, "I was paying for my items in the art shop...I turned and he was gone. I drove all over town looking for him for nearly three hours! Eventually found him in bar...on Acre street arguing with bartender when he was no longer being served."

Remy laughed weakly, "I was on the prowl."

Rogue's mood darkened considerably, "on the prowl?" she asked coldly, trying to hide the anger and trembling in her tone.

"I mean...how wrecked do you gotta be before some thirty-somthin' housewife decides to be all motherly and take you home and ride you like a mechanical bull before her husband gets back from work," Remy complained, "I'm a good lookin' guy, you know...I shouldn't have to try so hard..."

"Take him to his room," Rogue instructed angrily.

"Where is his room?" Piotr asked.

Rogue headed off in the direction of Remy's bedroom, "I'll show you."

Kurt followed too, which Rogue felt even more humiliated about than Remy's drunken state.

"All I wanted," Remy slurred as he staggered his way along the hall hanging onto Piotr, "All...all I wanted," he burped, "was just a nice little pleasant quickie, somethin' to take the edge off, you know?" he asked of Piotr and then gestured to Kurt who was tailing behind, "you guys know what it's like, right?" he asked. "Just a little blowjob, a quick slam against a wall in a back alley...not too much to ask..."

Kurt snorted, "If STDs and Crabs are your thing, then it's probably not."

Rogue threw a warning look at Kurt over her shoulder and hoped it would quieten him. This was humiliating enough without having Kurt witness it.

"No one wants me any more, it's like...I lost all my charm...I think I look okay...in fact I know I look okay...but now looks ain't enough. Women want personality and emotions and feelin's, I mean, how am I supposed to supply that bullshit?!" Remy continued, he grabbed onto the nearby wall for support, stopping for a moment as one of his sneakers came off from the amount of dragging that Piotr was doing. "My goddamn shoe!" he complained.

"I got it," Kurt grunted as he picked it up.

"I shouldn't have to try this hard!" Remy yelled at them drunkenly, he pointed a warning finger towards Kurt, "I mean you...even you got a girlfriend...and you know why?" he demanded. "'Cause people like you...that's beautiful man, but that don't work for me...all I got..." he broke away from Piotr awkwardly, nearly stumbling and toppling, he caught himself on the door frame leading to his bedroom, the door already hanging open. "All I got..." he gestured to his torso, "is this...that's all I got...this..." he grabbed his groin, "and this," he smacked his cheek.

Yes, that's the old Remy, Rogue thought miserably, trying to quieten the anger inside. Looks and body and the knowledge to use them both, that was all he needed to get laid.

"When you can't get it up durin' a hand job when a hot as hell soccer mom takes you into the ladies bathroom for a quickie..." Remy shook his head sadly, "that...that is just plain sad is what that is..."

Rogue stared at him, feeling as if her heart were being ripped apart all over again, just as it had when she'd realised he didn't remember a thing about their past relationship. To think of some strange woman with her hands all over him...the thought devastated her.

Don't you dare cry and let them all know how much this hurts, she warned herself. You've shown enough brokenness as it is. And don't fucking panic either...you've already been humiliated enough today...

"It was humiliatin'...her standin' there with her dick in my hand...no...wait..." Remy rethought his words, "my dick in her hands...and it just...it weren't happenin'...jesus...what the hell am I meant to do about that? Christ..." Remy shook his head.

"Remy, shut up..." Rogue warned, beginning to feel increasingly embarrassed; she spied the completely flabbergasted looks on both Piotr's and Kurt's faces. It was horrible there was an audience for this. "You don't know what you're sayin' right now..."

Remy unzipped his jeans, "It just sits there, it does nothin'..." he tried to pull his pants down, "thought it was fixed but it ain't—nothin' happens, just hangs there like a piece of old worn leather-"

"Remy, you're embarrassin' yourself," Rogue hissed.

"I fucking want to get laid!" Remy complained.

"That's enough, my friend," Piotr warned as he prevented him from undressing further, and roughly he pushed him towards the bed, "You need to sleep this off...before you get in trouble."

Rogue watched from the doorway as Piotr forced Remy to lie down, and removed the remaining shoe from his other foot. Kurt tossed the other shoe into the room to the floor and gave a sigh.

"He smells like a brewery," Kurt wrinkled his nose.

Rogue sighed as she left the door, Kurt kept to her side as she walked back towards the rec room. She supposed there was nothing much to do but go hang there if that was where Kurt wanted to be until dinner. Clearly, he was playing suicide watch of the day as he couldn't return to school with the head injury. It had been the first time he ever had been suicide watch. She supposed that meant he'd finally come to terms with her issues and what she'd done, that her apology had been accepted.

"He..." Rogue began with a sigh, "he doesn't drink a whole lot...he can't handle it..."

"So why even bother?" Kurt asked curiously as he followed her back into the recreation room. They settled on the couch side by side, and Rogue pulled her knees up to her chin.

"Ah don't know, really," she lowered her eyes to the floor, "Usually when he does somethin' stupid like that...it's that somethin' is botherin' him. He's been dealin' with stress all his life but he usually just sweeps it under the rug and goes on. Occasionally it gets to him and...this happens."

"So he's done this before..." Kurt realised.

"This one time he got stinkin' drunk and showed up at my bedroom door late at night...he was wrecked. He slept it off but he didn't even remember it the next day. That's what he does, he gets so blind ass drunk he doesn't remember what he did...which is probably just as well considerin' the stupid things he just said."

Kurt was quiet for a moment, then said, "do you think he was serious about the soccer mom?"

The thought hurt. The thought of Remy in a toilet cubical with someone else's hands on him...someone kissing him, doing things to him that she never could. It was breaking her heart.

Ah should have expected it by now, it was gonna happen sooner or later. He has no ties, no reasons to not go sleep around. Now that he can get out, he knows he has the freedom to do whatever he wants. He doesn't think it's hurtin' anyone, she reminded herself, holding back tears.

"I mean...he was...pretty...vulgar about it."

Rogue looked away, her eyes brimming, "Ah don't know."

"I guess it's no surprise he's already out on the 'prowl' as he called it," Kurt admitted after a moment of consideration, seeming to have completely forgotten about Rogue's ties to the man. "I guess we should be thankful he didn't mess around with any of the girls here and end up getting someone pregnant...or end up passing on some kind of disease..."

"He has never had a disease," Rogue snapped angrily, her eyes glistening, "he's always careful."

"Oh..." Kurt said, "sorry I..." he sighed, "I just..."

You hate him, that's all, thought Rogue, she wiped at her eyes as the tears escaped.

"I keep forgetting that you and him had a thing," confessed Kurt.

Thing? Ah was deeply in love with him...Ah am still deeply in love with him...and all it amounts to is...is a thing. As if it means little...nothin' at all...

"It sounds silly, but it's easy to forget...we heard so little about it other than rumours...I never saw you two together in that way...and...it just seems so...unlikely," Kurt said, his expression troubled.

Rogue snapped, "why? Because Ah can't touch him?! Because there'd be nothin' in it for him?"

Kurt blinked, "no..." he shook his head, then firmly responded, "because he's a jerk...because he doesn't care about anyone but himself..."

She stood up swiftly, she had to be away from Kurt before she felt like hitting him. "How can you say that? You don't even know him."

"Neither do you," Kurt pointed out, "You barely spent a month hanging out with him, it doesn't mean that you know him..."

Rogue gaped at him, "Ah absorbed him...Ah know him better than anyone else, better than he even knows himself...and you know what else, he cares a lot more than anyone would give him credit for. Ah don't even know why you would hate him so much..."

Kurt looked up at her from where he sat on the couch, "I don't hate him."

"But you don't like him," Rogue pointed out. "Why? What'd he do to you?"

Kurt looked away, his expression darkened.

"Well?!" she demanded.

Kurt stood up, his fists clenched, "he let you go through with that...that evolution. He was supposed to stop you and he didn't. If he cared...if he'd loved you..."

Rogue stared ahead at Kurt, she wished she didn't have to be reminded of these events over and over like some horrible repetitive nightmare.

"If he'd cared as much for you as the rest of us, he'd have never let you go through with that evolution," Kurt snapped.

"If you all cared more than he did..." Rogue began, "why is it none of you could stop me?" she pointed out.

He was blank now, he had no answer for that. "We tried..." he began.

"So did he. He tried more than anyone. It was my decision, and no one was gonna stop me. Ah fucked up, Kurt. But you can't blame Remy for that."

"Yes I can! He charmed you like he does every other girl he comes across and he made you fall and you wanted it more. If he hadn't-"

"If Logan hadn't paid him to get involved, Ah wouldn't have fallen for him!" Rogue snarled, "you really want to play the blame game here?" she demanded. "Don't you think Ah go through these thoughts every single day of my life since it happened? For five months Ah've relived it!" she burst into hard sobs, her breath catching in her throat, "Ah'm done with relivin' it. If Ah could absorb my own memories and live without them just like Remy can, Ah would! But Ah can't," she managed between sobs. "Ah have to go through it over and over, Ah have to dream about it night after night, and be reminded of how it's fuckin' up everyone else every single day!"

Kurt said nothing, but stared at her sadly, that sympathetic way everyone else did. That way she couldn't stand.

"You want to blame someone...blame me. Ah'm the cause of my own affliction, Ah get it, okay? Ah get that Ah'm selfish, Ah get that Ah have ruined everyone's happiness here. That Ah've brought tension and stress and despair to everyone Ah have come in to contact with. Ah wanted to die but no one would give me the privilege. Maybe you all think Ah just deserve to live with my choices, and suffer the reminders. Or maybe..." Rogue shook her head in disgrace, "maybe Ah did die, and this is some kind of personal hell! Part of me wishes that were true, so Ah'd have some kind of sense that maybe the rest of you would have some peace and be free."

Kurt's eyes seemed to be watering, his furry cheeks seemed slightly damp. "I...don't want you to die."

Rogue looked away, "Why not, it'd be easier."

"But I'd miss you."

Rogue sat down again and folded her arms stubbornly, "take my advice, Kurt, grow a thick skin and wear it like armour. Protect yourself against me. Everyone who tries to get close ends up hurt or messed up...and Ah can't watch another person be broken."

There was nothing else said, the discussion dropped, and Rogue closed her eyes and tried to will it all away, knowing that when she opened her eyes again it would still all be there. She'd have to live with it...whether she wanted to or not.


End of Part Twenty-Nine


Yay, two updates in one night. And now it is time for I to slip off to bed (it's after 7am, I didn't even sleep yet, mwahaha). Hope you're all enjoying the story 3 Thanks to those who have reviewed so far (and yes, it does seem like 'little Remy' got a wake up call, mwahaha, that made me laugh so hard).

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