Note : Well you understood quick what's going on, that saves me a lot of explanation and reassures me on my writing capacities. You want to know how Remy reacts? What? You really think he'll react fine? If you were him… Would you only want to believe it?

They're not mine, snif, they're Marvel's. I'm only renting them to a very ridiculous price (but they don't know it yet).

Thanks for the reviews again. I wanted to put so much more in that chapter, but… oh well… At least you have something to read. Don't worry though : I'm soooo into this, the next chapter should be up by tomorrow. And peleeeze, don't be scared to flame if you feel like it (constructive critics are always welcomed). Thanks to BelaLeBeau and Kaleidopy for giving me ideas with their stories. And special thanks to my husband for making me see the sun today, for the first time since that story was first published. And thanks to my parents for letting me ruin their English dictionaries.

Enjoy ;-)

Chapter 12

I lost his trust

I ran into the main street. I had lost my shoes running and I was out of breath, but I had to reach the tavern where we lived to get to Remy. I suddently fell on my knees, face flushed and lungs hurting, and waited for the stars to disapear from before my eyes. I heard footsteps nearby and I snapped my head up, surprised and scared. A shadow was leaning over me, wearing a dark hooded cloak. I sighted with relief when I saw two eyes glow red beneath the hood, but he didn't. He rudely grab my arm and hissed in my ear. "Wher' the hell have ye been, Rogue? You've been gone de whole afternoon and evening! It's almost ten, God dammit! I was worried lik'hell, and I've been looking for ye all night!" His eyes were burning red and he held my arm too tight.

"Lemme go, Remy, yah're hurtin' me." He didn't let go. He dropped his hood down on his back and took my other arm to face me, so I had to look up in order to keep my balance. He opened his mouth, probably to throw me some other menace of some kind, but froze when he saw my face in the moonlight. I was still crying and was flushed with the running. He frowned. "What the hell happened, chérie? Did he hurt you?"

"N… no… Oh Remy!" I put my hands on his cheeks and looked at his face. He was clearly wondering what I was doing, but kept silence. His lips were slightly open and the angry red was fading from his face as he calmed down. He was hot under the cloak : his skin was shinning with sweat and his hair was damp. He radiated heat. But then I saw it. The smooth line of his jaw, the high cheekbones, although his were covered with a dark six-days beard, the slightly slanted eyes, the neat brows, now drawn together with worry… I moaned. Now that I knew, I saw the ressemblance. "Oh my Gawd…" I murmured, staring into his red glowing eyes. Panic flickered in them as I felt myself go limp in his arms.

"Rogue?" I heard him say from far, far away.

Everything went black.

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I woke up in the morning to see the sky beginning to turn to orange as the sun came up. My eyelashes fluttered a bit as my mind began to think again. A room. In a bed. Tavern. Remy. Okay. I turned my head towards the chair near the window, where Remy was sitting, asleep. He was fully dressed, with the exception of his cloak, discarded on the floor. His hands were folded on his stomach and his long legs stretched in front of him. His lean face was relaxed into sleep, the corners of his mouth smirking up. His shoulder-length hair was dishelved and a lock fell on his face. He was deep into sleep ; I could hear his slow, deep breathing from the bed, a few feet away. Watching him, it startled me to think I haven't seen him looking so relaxed since the beginning of our travel. I sat up in bed, still looking at him. We would have things to talk about when we would go back in our time. He heard the rustling of the sheets and popped his eyes open. He made a febble smile and straightened up in the big wooden chair, a slight grimace on his face.

"A chair isn't tha perfect place ta sleep, sugah… Yah should'ha come in tha bed with me."

"I didn't want to disturb y'sleep, chérie. Especially after y'faint in my arms." I swallowed when he looked at me. "Are ye going to tell me what hapenned, or I'm gonna have to insist?"

I motionned him to sit beside me, and I talked. I told him about what Nathan had told me under the tree, about his family. Then I told him about the basement. The cryogenic machine. The baby he wants to freeze until he finds a way to make him perfect, undestructible. The promise of eternity Apocalypse had given him. And the true identity of the baby.

"Remy, that baby, it's you." His eyes grew huge.

"The hell it is! Rogue, wherever did you get dat idea?"

"His name is Remy! And… and… Yah look like him. Like Nathan." He really went angry at this.

"Are you mad, Rogue?!" he yelled. "Me, son of Sinister? Damn, Rogue, dis man's my worst nightmar', and he'd be my father? Don't be stupid, Rogue, not because his name's Remy, or Remington, of whatever, that it's me, dammit. They're thousands of Remy's in the world." He was walking around in the room, gesticulating while he talked. I couldn't take my eyes off his hands, moving in the air. Long, slender hands, just like… I gasped.

"Yeah, but not powerful Remys, with energy power and red eyes! Just like Sinister!" His jaw set and he move to face me, his angry eyes inches from mine. I quikly move backwards into the bed.

"I was born in New Orleans, Rogue! Remember dis! In 1976! It's written, black on white, on my birth certificate! I'm 27! Certainly no 210 years old!"

"Yah don't know when yah were born, Remy, neither who were yer parents! As far as yah know, yer were abandonned in an orphanage, before wandering alone in the streets of the French Quarter! This birth certificate could be bullshit, and yah know it!" I stopped dead, seeing his face. Adrenaline had made me go too far. He went pale and I could swear I heard my heart skip a beat. He slowly stood straight and stared into my eyes, no expression into his. He had his Gambit face on, and the red eyes were burning like fire. If I had wanted to hurt him, I did. But I didn't want to, and my eyes filled with tears. "Oh, no, Remy, I didn't…"

"Bullshit? Dat what you think, Rogue?" He slowly said, his voice white with rage. "Bullshit? I… My life would be a lie? You really want to make me believe it? Don't you think I already knew I was a screw up?" His tone was rising dangerously, and flush was rising to his face. "But you had ta tell me, didn't ya? Merde, Rogue. De la merde, dat's what ya think?" He suddently stopped, turned on his heels and headed for the door. He slammed it hard enough for the walls to shake, and I put my face in my hands, crying my heart out, not before noticing the cloak was still lying on the floor.

To be continued soon!