Disclaimer: Yeah, we all know I don't own any of Marvel's character's and Katie is the only one that's mine.

Notes: Thanks a bunch to Randi! I really don't know how far this would have gotten without all your help. Thanks s'more to all of ya'lls reviews, even though there aren't many, I haven't been a very consistent author, so why should my readers be any different.

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Chapter 5

They were all gathered in the missions room after their not so big fight. Katie was in the infirmary, being tended to by Beast. Oddly enough, the power worked very much like Rogue's, except for the fact that he didn't keep her memories or powers, just used her life force to create "bullets." Katie would be fine, and the rest of the X-Men were in high spirits for their victory, even though it wasn't very gratifying.

Xavier moved gracefully in front of the group who had been mingling for the better part of ten minutes before he decided to show himself. "X-Men." That one word, filled with both authority and command got the bunch to quiet down. "I know that those adversaries didn't seem very formidable, but the threat you eliminated was a rather large one."

There was one thing that had been bothering Storm since the two had presented themselves in all their glory. She took this brief pause to address it. "Why were there mutants working in a sentinel factory?" One graceful brow arched, and the mingled responses of the rest of her team told her that in all the fuss, they hadn't bothered to even put that together.

A smile touched her mentor's lips and he nodded his head once in her observation, waiting a moment for things to quiet down. "I'm glad one of you brought attention to it. The reason I sent you out there at all, is that those two were working for a much higher force." His eyes clouded over for the fraction of a second. "Magneto. Those were not sentinels for mutants. They were for humans. Magneto has created a sentinel that has the ability to catch humans the very same way the others manage to lock onto the signature for mutants. I'm guessing he's putting out an equalizer."

There were varied reactions to the news delivered by Xavier. Most of them were used to it. That is, Magneto trying to dominate himself above others. It meant that the quiet times at the mansion would have to be postponed for a while. Them destroying one factory was hardly a reason for Magneto to throw his cards on the table and call quits.

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After the meeting, most broke up into their groups, either to regenerate on some lost energy, or kill time on some type of recreation.

For Remy and Rogue; however, an unspoken message was passed between them. They filed out of the room and Rogue followed Remy down a few hallways to ensure some privacy.

Remy stopped once they were alone, out of most ear shots and faced Rogue. She leaned on the wall, one hand resting lightly on the yellow and green suit that adorned her body. "Ya got somethi' ta say sugah?" Her words weren't harsh or mocking, with some hidden meaning for once, they were just words.

Remy paced back and forth in front of her, trench coat billowing at his ankles with every turn. "Is dis da happy endin' chere?" He stopped suddenly in front of her, hare's breath away from a sweet caress. But she didn't have the collar on any more.

Rogue placed a gloved hand on his chest, and pushed him away from her. "Ah love ya Remy, always will." Her head bowed and she dropped her hand. "But Ah'm not Katie. Ya can't have a family with me like ya can with her." Was this really happening? Was she giving him permission to go ahead with his dream life?

There wasn't a single sound after the words were uttered out of her mouth. For a moment, it almost seemed like he had walked away in search of that perfect life that she couldn't offer him. Then she felt his hands, through her gloves, catch up her hands, his were warm despite the clothing that parted them. Her face rose slowly to meet a pair breathtaking crimson on midnight eyes and she was lost once again. "Chere, ya know dat Remy love ya. He don' love Katie." She bowed her head as he pulled her close, the mane of hair protecting his chin as he rested it on the top her head. Her face buried gently in his chest. Apparently all you needed was love.

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They had parted with the reluctance that lovers often show. Remy to Katie, and Rogue to Logan. Things couldn't always be easy. They had loose ends to tie up and after murmured "good lucks" they at least knew that in the end they would have each other.

Remy stalked darkly down the corridor that led to the infirmary. If one were to spot him, they would be sure that he was out for a kill. Really, he was trying to find the words to let down a woman. That's one thing he hated and couldn't do. He could steal off in the night with broken promises and hearts trailing behind him. But he really wasn't man enough to hold the girl's hand as she cried, thinking she failed him in some way.

He thought maybe he would have some time to think it over, and plan what he was going to say while Katie recovered from the energy drain that she suffered. He let out an obvious sigh of relief when he walked into the infirmary, hand coming up and running over scratchy cheek as he lowered himself into a chair. All the grace of liquid fire.

Katie's face held little difference in sleep. She was too young to really have any signs of aging that smoothed out in sleep, and though she didn't have that contemplative look that came with being awake, she looked like she was perhaps in a suspended blink, about to open her eyes and smile at Remy. He looked at her and his eyes scrunched in though. What did he see in her? She wasn't really his type now that he thought about it. Her demeanor was calm and collected. She didn't really have a hard life that would define her as sassy and spirited. The more he thought, the more he compared her to Rogue, and the more she failed that test.

Then, it hit him. He could see her face when he first saw her, and again when they made love for the first time. It was her eyes. They were so close to that sparkling emerald he so loved. He had used this girl. Used her because of what she looked like and who she reminded him of. He laughed then, a short bark of laughter that caused his hair to shade his eyes. Even though he hated Rogue for that short time, he still couldn't help but think of her. His mind wouldn't let him forget.

"Remy?" Her voice was soft, and feminine. God what was he thinking? He lifted his head, a mask of concern carefully clouding his features.

He went down on his knees beside her bed, gently lifting her hand in his. His mouth opened, lips parted in suspended action.

To his surprise, she interrupted him before he could speak. "Remy...I was thinking." Her voice was strong enough, but it held that soft quality of one who is genuinely tired. "I don't think we should see each other any more." She was so calm, those clear eyes, who's most worldly trouble was whether or not she was going to get her cell phone bill paid on time, met his. She didn't know him as the heart-breaker he was, and didn't know that what she was doing, he had done so many times by merely walking away.

He couldn't speak. Was she actually breaking up with him? She took his silence as what it was astonishment...and something it wasn't, sorrow.

She took a deep breath, and squeezed his hand ever so gently. "I'm really sorry. But, it really doesn't seem to be working out."

After his initial surprise, he played up to the part. His teeth bit into his lower lip and he flicked back his hair with a tilt of his head. "Don' say no more, chere. Remy know." He sighs heavily and dips his head to kiss her hand before standing and leaving with a flourish. He could barely hide his smile as he exited the hallway.

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Katie wasn't stupid, she could see what was going on between them, she was being used. Just like everyone else that he used. She thought it would break her heart to give him up to her. Her ...who she knew so little about. But it didn't. That must mean that she wasn't as enamored by him as she thought.

Ever since Rogue had shown up, she thought the bitter hatred would return, and that he would come to her with open arms. She was wrong. He closed himself off. Tighter than she had ever seen. When a gentle probe into his mind had proved extremely unsuccessful, she knew that it could never be.

As she closed her eyes, her breath returning to normal and her pains slowly easing, she didn't, and probably would never know what weight she had eased off of his shoulders.

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Kitchen, lounge, living room, her room, backyard, front yard, he didn't seem to be anywhere. She didn't fly with urgency, because she knew that he had to be somewhere. It was just a matter of finding him. There hadn't been so much as a trace of him when she had gone into her room. The booze scent was gone, and her bed was neatly made. That's when she knew something was definitely not right. She wasn't suppose to be the one who broke hearts. It wasn't right. That was Remy. She was "happy" being the untouchable one that no one could love. When had it crossed that line? When had it become something more?

Running a hand through her slightly damp with sweat hair, she lowers her eyes to the mission suite that adorned her body. She didn't land when she saw his figure hunched just inside the tree line that covered the back of the mansion. Merely, she floated, about a centimeter off the ground, so her "steps" would be made deaf.

She didn't know why she did it this way. Perhaps her careful steps represented the fragile level that their relationship was at.

"Heya Wolvie...sugah. Can Ah talk to ya?" That deep southern drawl hung in the air thickly. He didn't move when she said it, more than likely having already smelled she was there.

"...so talk darlin'." He hated himself for the hurt that was evident in his voice. Hated that he couldn't mask it like so many others.

She kept about five feet between them, not knowing how close was too close. But she didn't know that she didn't have to say anything. He could smell him. Remy, mingling with her scent like so much Cajun heat. He could tell her that he knew they were together now, and that there was no room for this Canadian.

"Ah'm sorrah foah kissin' ya." Never one to beat around the bush. It always seemed like she was apologizing for something now-a-days. Ruining someone's life in one way or another. She hung her head, auburn tendrils tainted with white covering that shamed face.

He snorted. She was sorry for kissing him. Not sorry for breakin' his heart with someone that didn't even deserve her, and not even sorry for stealing his heart without him knowing until it was too late and he...sucked under by her eyes, her every movement as though they too held the absorption power she hated so. Maybe he was over reacting, but he cared for her so, and it was like a knife in a wound that would never close. What good was a healing factor if it did nothing to ward off a pain this strong? A pain that would never go away?

As soon as he smelled her on the gentle breeze that tried to calm his raging spirit his blood had sped up. Those words uttered from her crimson lips had torn at his heart. He had fallen victim to Rogue. Just another casualty. He didn't mind that she put him into that brief coma. What hurt was that she sucked his heart away just as unwillingly as if she had carelessly run her fingers across his stubbled cheek.

It came to him, then. He wasn't so much mad at her as he was mad at himself. Mad at himself for being so vulnerable. A rage of torrent emotions ran through him and he let out a heartfelt and pain filled cry, running off into the woods with the speed and passion that was his namesake. Leaving a bewildered and hurt Rogue left to pick up the pieces.

He would get over it, sure. They say that a broken heart hurts the worst for the first couple of days. They might even go so far as to be friends again. He knew that he could never truly cut her from his life. She was like a drug. A horribly addictive drug that would one day kill you. He had gotten out with just a broken heart, but how much would the Cajun lose?

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Okay, gosh this thing is finally done. I'm not sure how I feel about the very ending, the twist that is suppose to confuse you as much as it confuses me. I really don't know why I chose to end it like that, but it seemed different than just saying. "And Rogue and Remy lived happily ever after." It's like, she has what she wants, but she will always be a curse that ends up hurting the ones that she loves. Not just talking about her powers. I would really like feedback as to what ya'll think of it and such. Oh, and I'm slowly but surely updating my stories. Yes...all of them will get done! @.@ I just need to know if you'd like an email update of when I get a chapter done here and there.