Disclaimer: I still don't own them.

A/N: Yes, if anyone hasn't figured this out yet, this story is sort of AU.  Some of the characters are out of character, but guess what?  It doesn't matter.  It's just a story. 

Besides, when characters are not acting 'the way they should be', maybe there's a reason.  Maybe Rogue is just truly acting her age, or hasn't had a decent role model with Storm gone.  Besides, don't forget that she was raised by Mystique or anything… 

Basically?  If you don't like the story, or the plot, or the dialogue, you can give me your constructive criticism.  But making me feel bad because I'm writing a character in a way that you don't see fit? 

It just makes you seem like a petty child.

To others, who give good reviews that help me to write the blasted story, I thank you.  This story is for you.

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            "Remy?"  Ororo asked, walking into the loft.  She didn't bother to turn on the light switch.  She listened to the loud clanging of the rain outside, listening intently for any response from her lover. "Are you in here?"

            "Yeah, I'm here, chere…  What's up?"  Remy asked, climbing into the room through the window.  He pulled his duster off, shaking the rain from it, before tossing it to the floor.

            "You weren't at dinner."

            "I, uh, I had stuff t' t'ink about…" Remy stated, walking over to Ororo, taking her in his arms.  Ororo smiled slightly as he tightened the embrace.  "I found some o' your old stuff…"

            "Oh?"  Ororo started as Remy handed her a pile of letters and pictures.  On top of the pile was a dried red rose. 

            "They all from Forge."

            "Oh, Remy…  You know I don't care for him.  I love you."  Ororo walked over to the window, tossing the pile as high as she could before she called down a lightning bolt, burning the papers until there was nothing but ash.  Remy smiled.

            "I know…  I t'ink I just had to get it through my head."  Remy stiffened slightly before speaking again.  "Rogue was talkin' to me earlier…  Seems she's not so good of a friend, chere."

            "What do you mean?" 

            "She was comin' on t' me earlier.  In the library."  Anger flashed in Ororo's eyes, but she said nothing.  She strode over to Remy, running a hand through his auburn locks.  "I said no, an' dat's about all dat happened.  I'm sorry, ma coeur."

            "Don't be.  You had nothing to do with it.  It's her that I am angry with."

            "Just leave it be, chere."  Gambit breathed.  "It really ain't a real big deal."

            "We will see about that…" Ororo sighed.  She smiled as she attempted to change the subject.  "Care to go for a walk around the lake, love?"

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            Two pairs of eyes stared down at the lovers as they walked out towards the lake, one pair chocolate brown, the other emerald green.  Rogue turned to Forge, a scowl on her face.

            "Forge, how the hell 're we gonna do this?  Ah don't know if we'll ever be able to break up those two…" 

            "Relax, Rogue.  They've been together for quite a while.  We'll have to do this very delicately."  Forge stated, turning away from the window, his eyes flashing with anger.  He regarded the worried look on Rogue's face with cynicism.

            "Neither of them are stupid…  We'll have to take our time, drop hints and accusations.  Plant questions and worries in their heads…

            "We can let their own insecurities drive the wedge into their relationship."

            "An' t' think that 'Ro gave you up, Forge…  Remind me never t' get ya pissed off at me."  Rogue mumbled, a sarcastic smile rising to her features.

            "Believe me, if you can help bring Ororo back to me, I'll never be angry with you again, child."

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Yes, this was an incredibly small chapter, but I wanted to get it up within a set amount of time.