Disclaimer: Gambit and Rogue are Marvel's. "Mistake" Belongs to Serial Joe. Writer's Note: Second part after "Wicked Games."


The Mistake


"It's all a mistake
How long will it take?
When the dreams are all gone
How long do you wait?"

-Serial Joe "Mistake"


Rogue stood on the balcony outside her room, breathing in the cold night air, her lungs burning. She welcomed the sensation, the hurt, anything to take away the pain in her soul. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her thinly veiled body. She started to float unconsciously, her flight powers holding her still in mid air. She was five feet above the floor of the balcony. All she wanted to do was fly away from this place, to go far away. She shivered again and wondered if Remy had felt these same shivers in antarctica. Her mind and body go still.

How could ah have been so heartless? Ta leave him there? Without anything? Ma god, ah still love him. Ah know ah do. Ah wouldn't be in so much guilt if ah didn't.

Rogue landed back down onto the balcony and turned back into her room. On her way to the door, she passed a framed picture of her and Remy on New Year's Eve last year. She picked it up and looked at the photo. She had put her gloved had on his cheek and as much as he was looking at the camera, he was looking at her, his devil eyes shining brightly. Her own green eyes shone very brightly as well. They had looked very happy, very buzzed, and very much . . .

" In love." Rogue finished her own thoughts. She placed the photo back down on her dresser and walked out of her room.

On trembling legs, she walked down the woman's wing to the men's wing of the floor. As she approached Remy's room, second thoughts entered her mind.

Ma god, how could ah think he'd welcome me after what ah did ta him? He hates me, and ah know it. Who wouldn't? This is all a mistake.

"Ah'm so sorry Remy, for all Ah've done. Please forgive me." Rogue whispered out as she placed her forehead on the wood of his door for a second. She then turned and started to walk down the hall again, silent tears dripping off her eyelashes and streaking down her cheeks.

She didn't notice the door as it opened a crack. Red on black eyes peek out and fix on her form, their mysterious pools, filled. The door opened wider, and Remy stepped out.

"I forgive ya chere, if only y'forgive me." Remy said, his voice rough and raw.

Rogue gasped and turned around to face him. A hand came up to her mouth briefly. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked at him, wearing only boxer shorts. Shadows dipped and curved with his muscled chest and belly. Shadows covered his face as well, but the bright reds of his eyes shone brightly.

She walked slowly toward Remy, her hand still at her mouth. She stopped at least two feet in front of him. Her thin nightgown swirled around her ankles from the night air.

"Remy, Ah'm sorry for leaving you and not giving you a second chance. It was all a mistake. Ah . . . ah love you very much. It hurts me ta be without you, "Rogue managed to say, then," and as for what y'all did, well it's all in the past, Ah forgive you."

Remy took a deep breath then broke the space that separated them. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her into his arms, finally feeling her smooth flesh on his. He ran his hands over her bare back and kissed her shoulder lightly then kissed her cheek.

"J'aime, mon chere, I love you," Remy whispered into her ear," I forgive you completely as you hav' forgiven me."

He looked into her deep green eyes and smiled slightly.

" Sugah, thank you,"Rogue smiled," Ah love ya too, Remy."

A shine flowed into Remy's eyes and then he leaned down and lightly brushed his lips on hers.
Rogue moaned and pressed her lips up into a kiss she had been waiting for. Remy pulled her closer to him, kissing her deeper, his arms hugging her tightly to his body.

They pulled apart slowly and Remy looked deeply into Rogue's eyes.

"I love you , chere , " He whispered," an' coming ta my room was no mistake."