A/N: Thanks for reviewing, people! *sniff* I feel so loved! This chapter, we fast forward to five years after the funeral. This chapter is "Seasons of Love". Thanks to Romy4eva for the idea! This is also the first time I present the set up for the rest of the series. Please review.
Italics = Thoughts
Disclaimer: "I'll check up on you later. Change your mind. You have to get out of the house."
-- Mark, "Tune Up #3"
Lives for RENT – "Seasons of Love"
It had been five years since that funeral that brought enemies together. The past five years had been rather peaceful. Magneto had disbanded the Acolytes, and now owned a successful theater company. Mystique had turned the Brotherhood House into an orphanage for mutant children, which she ran with the help of Todd. The X-Men had each gone their separate ways, and where did that leave Rogue? All alone, with a bouquet of roses and a deck of cards standing right in front of Remy's grave. She gave a sigh and places the roses and the deck of cards on his grave.
Rogue
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure - measure a year?
In daylights - In sunsets
In midnights - In cups of coffee
In inches - In miles
In laughter - In strife
In - Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
"Rogue, you still moping around here?" asked a voice. It startled Rogue.
"Remy?" she asked hopefully.
"No, it's me." A young, silver-haired man rounded the corner. She smiled at him.
"Hello, Pietro," she replied.
Pietro was no longer the hasty youth that many knew him as. He had matured into a fine young man. He broke away from his past just after the funeral, and was currently living downtown in an apartment with Lance. He had become a filmmaker, and was working on a film about mutants. He cautiously walked over to the grave, kneeled down, and placed a dozen white roses next to Rogue's red ones.
Rogue
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man?
Pietro
In truths that she learned
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she died
He placed his hand on her gloved one and they stared into each others' eyes, smiling. Could this chance meeting be more than what it seemed?
Both
It's time now - to sing out
Tho' the story never ends
Let's celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends
Remember the love
Remember the love
Remember the love
Measure in love
Measure, measure your life in love
Seasons of love ...
Seasons of love
Pietro stood up, breaking away from the moment. She was somewhat startled, and he somewhat sad.
"I've got to go, Rogue," he mournfully said. He handed her a card with his address and phone number. She looked at it briefly, wondering what he meant by it. "If you ever need me, love, you'll know where to find me. Good-bye, Rogue." He ran off into the sunset, a silver blur.
She stood up, looked closely at the card, and put it in her pocket. Ah'll know where to find you, love. In my heart.
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Afterword: In case you didn't figure it out, I'm setting up a Rietro for future chapters. Don't worry, Romy fans! Remy will get in his thoughts about Rogue and romance… though I won't say how. Next chapter: "Rent"! It's going to be a loooooooooong chapter. Please review. Au Revoir!