Disclaimer: Rogue and Remy and the X-men belong to Marvel...... Damnit..... Remy's mine... all mine.... HAHAHAHA!... No He's Marvel's... shoot. "The Unforgiven II " Belongs to Metallica* god knows they need to own rights to EVERTHING THEY MAKE. Ish a avid napster user*


The Unforgiven



"Lay beside me,
Tell me what I've done
The door is closed ,
So are your eyes.
But now I see the sun,
Now I see the sun
Yes, now I see it."
- "The Unforgiven II", Metallica

~....~ Denotes thought
*.......* Denotes Telepathic Speach

Slowly, Remy opens the doors to Rogue's room. He takes in all the tubes running from machines to her body. He takes in how pale she is, how limp her hair is, how hollow her skin looks. He cries out softly and falls to his knees beside her bed.

Gently he places his hand onto hers and sees the shiar bracelet on her wrist.~ She neva' go wit'out it.~ He picks up her hand and traces her fingers, her long slender fingers ending in sculpted nails painted a vibrant red. ~ Even though she couldn' show her hands, she always took care o' her nails.~ Remy bites his lip and thinks of how he could have prevented this, of how, if he had stayed, forced Rogue to listen to him, that this wouldn't have happened. ~ But non, Remy run away, run away from his problems.~ He bows his head solemnly and places his forehead on her shoulder.



Down the hallway, a redhead slips out of the briefing room. She sensed Remy out here, felt his pain. Along the way, she stops in the room where Rogue and Remy's daughter is being held. She walks over to the little Incubation chamber is and looks in on the little one.

She's wide awake, her bright green eyes shining. Jean marvels at this. Babies' eyes are generally blue, but this one, this one has her mother's eyes. She muses about this as she places her hand on the glass chamber. The little girl's eyes slowly drift closed and she falls asleep. Jean lifts up her head and reaches out to Remy.

* Remy... It's me. How are you holding up?*

* Jeanie?.. Mon Dieu, 'ow could Remy let dis 'appen?*
* What did Beast tell you Remy?*

*Dat Stress caused dis, Stress dat Remy caused Rogue to 'Ave by leaving.*

* That's not entirely true, Remy. This happens sometimes. You're not totally to blame.*

* Remy deserve dis, Red. He shouldn't 'ave left*

* No, you're right, you shouldn't have. Why did you?*

* Remy don' know, Jeanie. He thought dat Rogue neva wan' to see him again, so he thought he was doin' good by her by leavin'. Remy stupid , Jeanie.*

* I'm not debating that, Lebeau. Listen, she'll pull through, she's a fighter.*

* Remy don't know, she too pale.*

Jean sighes softly, and runs a hand over the glass incubator.

* Remy, believe in her. She'll be back... she has a daughter and you to come back to*

*Merci, Jeanie*




It had been days since he had returned and still, Rogue was no better. Her blood count was up but she still didn't wake. Remy never left her side, but it started to look like he had lost her for good. Occasionally, He would go and get his daughter and bring her in to see her mother. He was allowed to hold her, seeing as how Beast had put her on some Shiar growth hormones, small amounts but, they allowed her to develop quickly. He marvelled at how much she looked like her mother.

He gently stroked her small soft face with a finger and half smiled as she gurgled and cooed.

"You be papa's petit belle. Your papa, he done wrong by y'mother, chere. Left when he should 'ave stayed. He'd do anyt'ing to change all dis, to 'ave y'maman healthy, to 'ave her happy. " Remy whispered. The little girl grabbed at his finger and held it in a tight grip.," Ouch petite belle, dat hurt. Y'also got y'maman's strength, dat f'sure. Now come on, let go of y'papa's finger."

The baby tilted her head and then loosened her hold on Remy's finger. Remy smiled down at her and gently stroked her cheek and rosebud lips.

"Dat another t'ing. Like y'maman, y'can't resist Remy's Charm." He chuckled

"Says you, ya stuck up, no good, low life, thievin' Cajun..." A small voice said from behind him.

Remy spun around to look to Rogue. Her eyes were closed still, she hadn't moved. Remy shook his head sure that he heard somthing. He placed his daughter down in the crib and went down to Rogue's bed and kneeled down . He grasped her left hand in his. That's when he noticed the engagement ring on her finger. He bent his head down and kissed her hand.

"Mon Amour, Remy know you hear him. Open y'eyes chere, look at Remy again. He don't care if you be mad at him, if you yell at him, even if you do nothing but open y'eyes. Please, Chere, come back to Rem....... Come back t'me." Remy whispered softly , kissing her hand.


"Now, wit' a speech like tha', how kin any gal resist?" A soft whispered voice said.

Remy's head snaps up and he looks into the greenest eyes he's ever seen.

"Mon Dieu, Chere! Y'back. ! I miss you so much chere." Remy said softly, leaning up and kisses her forehead gently.

"Y'can hug me , ya swamp rat. Ah've missed you too." Rogue whispered.

Remy leaned up and wrapped his arms around her, mindful of the tubes.

"Why'd y'go, Remy? Y'didn't hav' ta be scared off by m'rant. Why didn't you stay and make me listen to you?" Rogue whispered into Remy's ear.

"He thought y'ment it, no wantin' ta see him again. I'm a fool , chere. Will y' take this stuck up, no good, low life, thievin' cajun back?" Remys whispered.

"Only if y'take this bullheaded, ungrateful, bad tempered country bumpkin back." Rogue said softly, pulling away to look into Remy's red on black eyes, his marvellous devil eyes.

"Chere, never scare me like dis again, ok?" Remy said softly.

"Ah'll try." Rogue said smiling weakly," how's our baby, Remy?"

"She fine, Chere, she look like you." Remy said, " She even got green eyes like y'"

"Really, Ah thought all babies' eyes were blue at first." Rogue said," Let me see her, Remy."

Remy got up and went over to the crib and lifted his daughter out. She yawned and blinked, looking at him with her wide green eyes. Remy turned and walked over Rogue and gently placed the baby in her arms.

"Oh Gawd, Remy, she's perfect. She's so beautiful." Rogue said, tears in her eyes
"Yeah, chere, she a petit belle." Remy said, leaning his head down by Rogue's.

"That's her name then, Bella. Bella Marie LeBeau." Rogue said with a smile on her face.

"Marie, chere?" Remy asked

"Muh real name Remy." Rogue smiled as she looked up at him.

"It fits, Chere." Remy said then looked down at his daughter." Y'gonna have the best life, Bella Marie, wit' both y'maman and y'papa."

Remy leaned his head down on Rogue's and smiled. Rogue closed her eyes with a smile on her face.

" Now, Chere, what's all dat low life, stuck up, no good, thievin' Cajun crap?"


"Hehehe"


* And by popular demand*

They lived happily ever after
The End

* Had to have Rogue's name as Marie, i liked the movie, even though there wern't no Cajun.. ~fumes~*