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Rogue heard footsteps coming after her, but she didn't stop for them. Theo had told her about the meal Tante was cooking up for them and wanted to join them all when they went for dinner.

"So y' went out on a heist, huh?" she heard Remy say behind her. "Run in t' anyone who give y' trouble?"

"None more than usual, or so, Theo says," Rogue answered bluntly.

Remy frowned at Rogue's response, disliking how difficult she was going to make this.

"What he have y' do?" Remy asked, wanting to know more about what idiotic position Theo had put Rogue in.

"Ah worked as the distraction while the others hit the safe," Rogue explained.

"So he had y' out in public?" Remy asked, trying to hide the bitter taste in his mouth.

But Rogue heard it. She glanced over her shoulder at Remy looking irritated by his tone. Rogue, knew that Remy wasn't happy she had gone on a heist because Jean-Luc wanted to take her in as a thief, but it was really making her blood boil since it felt like Remy was judging and ripping a part all of the good work she'd just done.

"That a problem?" Rogue demanded to know, throwing words back in his face that he had used countless times on her.

Remy caught that and found it extremmly difficult to keep his composure.

Rogue didn't actually want to hear the answer, she just wanted to make him suffer and when she saw his hesitation, she deemed that as getting what she wanted. She picked up her pace, wanting to lock herself in her room and just shut Remy out who was bring down her high.

"Just wonderin' how y' been exposed," Remy said, carful with his words.

"Exposed?" Rogue said, coming to a halt and turning on him. "What? Ya ashamed of meh now? Don't want meh known ta be runnin' with the thieves or somethin'?"

"Not what I said," Remy said, although, to be fair, she wasn't that far off the market.

If Mystique knew she was located amoung the thieves, it would make keeping her from that mad woman all the more difficult and make that woman's job that much easier.

"No, but it's what ya implyin'!" Rogue snapped at him as she turned heel and increased her speed yet again.

It was so frustrating for her, not knowing what Remy's problem was with her. She didn't understand why he wanted her out so badly and she didn't understand why he didn't want her around his family or a part of his family business. He just made everything so confusing and hard. It was upsetting for her. Upsetting that, rather than come back and have someone she felt slightly close to praise her and be happy and proud of what she'd done like she was, she had to endure an interrogation. She refused to let her upset show though and hid it behind a shield of anger.

"Y' takin' dis in de wrong way," Remy said.

"Oh? An' how should ah be takin' it?" Rogue demanded to know, reaching her room.

Remy made a few large strides, pushing her bedroom door and forcing both of them inside.

"Hey!" Rogue protested when she was shoved by him, her anger more visable by the second.

"If y' hear moi out, then y' might have a clue," Remy said.

"Finah!" Rogue snapped at him. "Then tell meh, what the hell is so damn important that ya bargin in ta mah room ta say?"

Remy paused as he tried to think on the spot what the best phrasing could be to put his point across. From the way Rogue folded her arms and was near tapping her foot, he gathered that there was not a lot that could be said that wouldn't set her off.

"Y' 'member our deal? Dat if I find y' under any harm, I tell y' when it be time t' call it quits?" Remy said, knowing from the way hell seemed to freeze over in Rogue's eyes that he'd address the topic too early.

"You ain't serious," Rogue muttered out in disbelief.

Remy tugged on his lips, enlarging his grimace.

"'fraid so. Y' need t' leave chérie," he said as gently as he could. "It ain't safe for y' here."

"Ah knew it," Rogue said, utter disbelief still written all over her face which confused Remy. "Ah knew it!" she snapped out, diving head long into her anger once again. "Ah knew ya were plannin' this! Ah knew that, as soon as ah agreed ta your terms, ya'd be tryna have meh out the door as fast as ya could!" Rogue snapped, pointing an acusing finger at him.

"Ain't like dat," Remy said, holding his hands up.

"Then tell meh Remy, what is it like? What's the reason ya need meh ta leave so badly? An', ah swear, if it has anythin' ta do with pullin' a heist, ya head's goin' through that door!"

Remy halted for a second. He didn't want to touch upon the real reason why she had to leave. To do that would mean he'd need to dive deep within her past and explain all kinds of things that would most certainly be a shock for her. He didn't have time to tell her about her mutation, or the X-Men or her crazed mother hell bent on making her do whatever her bidding was. At a moment, he wondered if Henri had been right. That keeping such information from Rogue was a bad idea. It sure would have come in handly for her to know this information right now, but it was too late for regrets. Besides, he really didn't want to handle the back lash off those topics. They were topics Professor Xavier seemed to be able to handle much easier than himself.

That moment of hesitation feed the fire behind Rogue's already burning rage.

"It is, ain't it? Ya don't want ya father ta make meh a thief. Ya don't want meh hangin' around her an' bein' a part of all this. Why?" Rogue demanded to know. "Tell meh why!"

Again, that was a hard topic to discuss. One he'd already tried approaching and not received a brilliant response from the southern spit fire when it came down to it. He didn't want to tell her that Jean-Luc was only interested in her for her mutation and what kind of horrible deeds he'd have her do if she became a thief. All the things Rogue wanted to discuss for the past two days were off limits.

"Ya can't even tell meh why, can ya?" Rogue said, watching Remy stand there, unmoving.

He had a really good poker face on him that didn't let anything slip, but his actions had told her more than enough. She just couldn't help the utter feeling of betrayal as he stood there, trying to use the deal they made against her. Rogue shuck her head, not believing he was doing this to her. And she wasn't going to take it.

"Ah ain't goin' no where Remy," Rogue said, her anger fading away as disappointment over took her.

"Y' agreed," Remy said.

"Ah agreed ta leave only if ya provide meh with a good reason for it, an' ya ain't done that!" Rogue hissed.

"Rogue, I know dis be hard for y' t' understand," Remy said, trying to be as respectful as he could. "But y' don't know the danger y' be in."

Rogue shuck her head.

"No, ah don't. 'cause ya won't tell meh anythin'!" she snapped.

Finally, having lost all the will she had to deal with Remy, she turned her head away, unable to face him.

"Get out Remy," she commanded.

"Chérie, y' need t' trust moi on dis- "

"Ah said get out!" Rogue screamed at him.

Knowing he was fighting a losing battle, Remy obeyed and left Rogue's room.

Rogue took a seat on her bed, tears streaming down her eyes silently as she felt so utterly lost.

Outside her bedroom, Remy realised it was time to turn to his last course of action at returning Rogue to her home with the X-Men. He took out his phone and dialled.