Pietro turned the words over in his mind, Remy be Chere's man. Suddenly his mind was blank, as was the look on his face. He found himself unable to form a complete sentence, and the only thought that he really ever finished was, who the hell talks like that?!

"I-me-go. Leave-me-go-to-me-leave-go," he stopped and shook his head, "Me-need-leave, Ineedtogo." With that he turned and sped out of the room.

Gambit smugly crossed his arms, and turned to look at Rogue. Who looked back with eyes of rage and her hands balled into fists at her side. Her lips moved quickly, Remy leaned in closer to hear what she was whispering.

"Ah will not kill him, Ah will not kill him."

Remy's lips curved into a smirk, "Looks like de Speedster gonna get it."

"Smart ass Cajun," Scott muttered under his breath. Aloud he said, "Actually Gambit I believe she's referring to you."

But before the demonic-eyed man could ask Rogue, she'd already flown out the door after Pietro.

"Like good one idiot," Kitty yelled.

"What Remy do!?" he screeched in reply.

"I believe you might have hindered the only thing that has kept Rogue here," Ororo started.

"What dat supposed t' mean?"

"They only reason Rogue stayed at the Institute after college was because she was waiting for Pietro to come home," Scott explained. "In words you can understand. You never had a chance, and if you did, you just blew it."

"Like, totally!"

"And you might have seriously screwed up the only real relationship Rogue ever had," Jean finished, "or wanted."

"Let's hope she can talk to him."

Rogue found knew precisely were to find Pietro. It was the same place she went she had something on her mind, the roof.

She got up there easily, and knew before she saw him exactly where he'd be, the tip of the west side of the building.

She gently sat down next to him, and he seemed to take no notice. He sighed and switched positions, so that he was now lying down, facing the clouds.

They stayed like that for a while, the silence hovering between comfortable and uncomfortable. Rogue watched as Bobby and Lance played each other in one-on-one, the students, who were supposed to be taking part in physical education, were betting on and cheering on their math and gym teacher.

"I knew it, ya know," Pietro whispered from his position next to her. She turned to face him and cocked her head in a silent question. "I knew every day for the past ten years that I should come back to you. I knew that if I waited to long, and I knew I did, that someone would take you from me. I knew I made you wait to long," he finished in a whisper.

"Why then? Why didn't ya come back."

"I was scared, Rogue." He flipped himself on his side so he was facing her, "I was so scared so I'd find out I'd lost you. At east when I was gone I could pretend that you were waiting, I couldn't come back because I really didn't want to know."

He looked at her for really the first time in ten years and she took his breath away. "You're gorgeous you know."

"So Ah've been told."

He shook his head, unable to hold her gaze. He averted his eyes toward Lance and Bobby when he felt soft leather gently grab his chin and forced him to look back at Rogue.

"Pietro, how well do you know me?" she asked, almost begging him to answer.

"Pretty well," he answered very confused.

"Then, why would you ever think that Ah wouldn't wait for you?"

He grinned widely. "Youreallywaited?" his excitement adding speed to his speech.

She nodded slowly and he leaned in slowly closing his eyes. He felt her jerk and completely pull away. He became aware that she was wearing gloves. Realization set heavily on his shoulders.

"You still can't touch."