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Back to Bayville – Part II

After about fifteen minutes Rogue declared herself the official Speed champion. She had beat Remy ten times so she was entitled to sit there smiling smugly.

"For some reason, Ah figured you would be much better than that."

Remy scooped up the cards and put them back in the box. "Pah! You were jus' lucky. If we were playin' a real card game, like poker, I'd be givin' you a run for y'r money."

"Do Ah sense a challenge?"

 "Anytime, chere. Jus' don't come cryin' to me when I beat y'r pants off."

Rogue looked up sharply when he called her chere. "What did ya call me?"

"What, chere? It's what I call all de ladies. Force of habit. Is dat bad?"

"Naw. It just sounded familiar. Like someone's called me that before."

He rubbed his chin in thought. "I did call ya dat when I was tryin' t'wake ya and I t'ink I called ya cherie when I saw ya dat day at school." She looked doubtful. "Y' don' look convinced. Well mebbe it wasn' me dat said it before den. We've only met t'ree times and I'm pretty sure we didn' talk durin' our first meetin'." His eyes twinkled mischievously. "Unless y'been havin' more dreams 'bout me dat I don' know 'bout."

Rogue groaned and leaned back against the pillows. "Ah was wonderin' when ya were gonna bring that up."

Remy chuckled. "It's okay, chere. I'm flattered to be de man of y'r dreams."

She rolled her eyes. "Please. Ah didn' even know your name was Remy until the professor said so. That was just some weird, freaky coincidence."

"Y' don' have to deny it. I know I got dat effect on de ladies."

"Ah'm really starting to regret that you were the one to find me."

"But, chere, I'm de man of y'r dreams! It was my duty to find ya."

Rogue pulled out one of her pillows and attempted to hit him with it. Unfortunately, his reflexes kicked in and she quickly found the pillow yanked from her hands. "Y'know this means-umph!" Rogue had quickly recovered and snatched up a second pillow. She nailed Remy in the head before he had a chance to get in the first hit. They traded blows, but Rogue was at a disadvantage. Being inside the bed caused her to get tangled up in her sheets while her target was very mobile. She soon found herself relieved of her pillow and pinned beneath a smirking Remy. "Give up?"

"Get offa me!"

"Only if y'give up." Rogue glared up at him. Remy looked down at her. Her cheeks were red from their fight and she was breathing heavily. Fire burned bright in her green eyes and her hair was splayed about her head, like a halo of brown and white. Remy couldn't help but stare. Rogue's glare soon turned to a look of discomfort under his gaze. Her change in feelings shook him out of his trance and he got off of her. He handed her back her pillows and sat back down in the chair. Rogue slowly fixed herself back on the bed, trying to think of a way to kill the growing tension. She settled back against the pillows and looked over a Remy, who was shuffling a deck of cards.

"Why cards?"

"Huh?"

"Why do ya use cards as a weapon?"

He removed one of the cards from the deck and flipped through his fingers. "Dere was one time, when I 'bout fifteen or so, I was playin' a poker game wit' some buddies. Dis one guy was really getting' on m'nerves, real mout'y. He started jawin' 'bout my girlfrien' at de time, sayin' how she was only wit' me 'cause it made her look cool to date a guy wit' freaky eyes. I lost my cool and t'rew m'cards at him. Didn' realize my temper caused me to charge 'em a bit and dey flew right at 'em. I was shocked to see dat de charge gave dem a little weight and dey could be t'rown wit' deadly accuracy. Been usin' em ever since. It helps dat I can carry a lot of dem wit'out so much weight."

"Oh. That's cool. Where ya from?"

"N'Awlins. Why all de questions?"

"Just curious. This is the third time we've met and all Ah know is that y'r name is Remy and ya work for Magneto. Figured there has to be a story behind the guy who figured out how to get into my head."

"About the whole head thing, why is ev'ryone so shocked dat I got in? Empat'y and telepat'y are related aren't dey?"

"Yeah, but I got some real strong mental shields. The professor can't get in unless I let him in. Ya were able to get in twice without my direct permission."

"Guess dat makes me pretty special, huh?"

"Right," she says sarcastically.

"Where y'from?"

"Mississippi. Caldecott."

"I'm gonna pretend I know where dat is."

"Ha ha ha."

"What's y'r beef wit' de red head?"

"What's yours with Scott?"

"I got nothin' 'gainst leader boy."

"You were givin' him the evil eye the entire time he was in here!"

"You wern' exactly nice to the red head."

"Her name is Jean and I have known her long enough to have my reasons. What's your deal?"

"I tol' ya, I ain' got nothin' 'gainst him."

"Fahne. Be in denial. Are ya really a master thief?"

"De best of de best."

"Prove it." He held up a dainty necklace. Rogue reached for her throat. Sure enough, her neck was devoid of her necklace. "Point taken. When'd ya lift it?"

"Trade secret," he replied, giving it back to her.

She rolled her eyes. "If I really wanted to know I could just touch ya."

"Den I guess dat's de only way y'get to find out."

"Hmph."

They continued to converse for the better part of three hours. Both were enjoying each other's company and didn't really notice how much time had passed. Rogue was very surprised with herself for being so friendly but she just could not seem to shake the feeling that she knew him somehow. Talking to him just felt natural. If Rogue was merely surprised, Remy was shocked. Rogue now knew things about him that he never told a regular girl. She knew everything from his birthday to his broken betrothal to his childhood sweetheart, Belladonna. He knew that her all time favorite dessert was s'mores and the first person she used her powers on was a football player named Cody. They shared an affinity for soft jazz and classic rock and both spoke fluent French. But what amazed him the most was how comfortable he felt with her. He had never felt this way with Belle and they had claimed to love each other enough to marry. Now here he was, talking about everything under the sun with a very sassy southern belle who knew more about him in three hours than Belle had learned in three months.

"Do ya know what time it is?" Rogue asked.

Remy held up two bare wrists. "Have no idea. Don't got a watch."

"You don't got a watch?"

"Don' wear it. It's a way dat de cops can' identify ya when y'r on de job. Why y' wan' know what time it is?"

Rogue's stomach growled in answer. "Ah'm a little hungry and Ah was wonderin' if dinner was over."

"Can y' walk?"

"Ah think so. Ah may just be a little wobbly at first."

"If y' can lead me to de kitchen I can make y' somethin' to eat if we missed dinner. I'll help y' if ya need it."

"Okay." Rogue got out of bed and attempted to stand. She was doing okay and figured she could make it to the elevator. She was able to get to the restroom unassisted and that was about three feet from the bed. She figured another six or so feet wouldn't be a problem. Unfortunately, her body didn't quite agree with her mind and she felt her legs giving out when she reached the door. Remy caught her from behind. A frown appeared on his face when he felt how light she was.

"Merde, chere. Dey feed ya here?"

"Just haven' had the appetite to eat as much the past few weeks."

Rogue continued to try and hold her own weight to no avail. Unable to see her struggle any longer, Remy picked her up in his arms.

"What're ya doin'?"
"Y' won' enjoy de meal if y' waste all y'r energy jus' tryin' to get to the elevator."

"Ya don' have to carry me."

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let y' struggle up to de kitchen?"

Not having the strength to really protest, she relented and pushed the button to let them in the elevator. "This is so embarrassin'."

Remy smiled as the elevator door opened and he stepped out. "Most femmes would kill t'be in y'r position."

She crossed her arms. "Well, Ah'm not 'most femmes.'"

The hallway was dark, which meant it was probably late evening. Remy's night vision was enough to follow Rogue's directions to the kitchen. He placed her gently in a chair after turning on the lights and began rummaging around in the fridge.

"Looks like dere is some left over roast chicken. Y' can have dat or I can make y' a sandwich."

"Ah could go for a sandwich."

Remy expertly whipped up two massive sandwiches. She wasn't sure what he put in it but the combination was quite tasty. Upon finishing one half of the meal she pushed the plate away to show she was finished, only to have it pushed right back at her.

"Eat." Rogue glared at him. He glared back.

"Ah'm not hungry anymore."

"Chere, y'may have a tres belle body but it's much to thin for m' likin'."

"Ah don't think it really matters what ya like."

"Well, would y'like me to keep carryin' y' 'round 'cause y' don' got de energy to walk on y' own?"

"That was a one time thang!"

"Oh really? Can ya walk to de door now?"

Rogue slumped in her chair. "Fahne. I'll eat half of this. But if Ah get sick Ah hope Ah throw up on ya."

"An' I'll jus' wipe it right back on y'. I doubt y' could outrun me."

"Hmph."

They ate in silence until Rogue was finished to Remy's satisfaction. He cleaned up their mess and Rogue suggested they sit in rec room and watch a movie. She was glad to be out of the infirmary and didn't want to waste her chance to do some of the things she'd missed. Remy carried her over to the room and placed her on the couch. He then moved over to the movie case and studied its contents. "What do y' wanna watch?"

Rogue was getting herself comfortable on the couch. "Ya up for a movie marathon?"

"Anythin' for de pretty lady."

She rolled her eyes but felt a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Take out Road to El Dorado and Signs. I haven't seen those yet. You can pick the other two."

Remy popped Signs in first. He waited on his pick because he figured he had two movies to think about it. He moved to the couch and sat down a good distance from Rogue. He didn't know how she felt about sitting in close proximity so he wanted to give her space. He needn't have worried. Rogue had cocooned herself in one of the blankets folded on the arm of the chair and scooted over to rest her head lightly on his shoulder.

"Are y' gon' fall asleep on me?"

"No. Ah can feel a headache comin' and Ah want to be comfortable."

They sat in silence during the entire movie, with an occasional chuckle at the humorous parts. When it ended, Remy found that he was quite impressed with his movie buddy. She hadn't jumped once at any of the "scary" parts. He had even stolen a glance at her every now and then to make sure she was really watching. He didn't jump at any part of the movie either, but that took an extreme amount of restraint for some scenes. As the credits began rolling he quickly got up and changed the movie and settled back next to Rogue. By this time her headache was at full force and she was trying to lessen the pain by rubbing her temples. About five minutes into the movie, Remy couldn't take it anymore and coaxed her head to his lap and began rubbing her head with both hands. The massage felt too good to protest and she was in too much pain so Rogue let it slide, closing her eyes and silently trying to will the pain away. Rogue didn't make it to the halfway point before dozing off and Remy soon followed.

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Remy crept silently down the hall. He had heard a jumble of voices and the mention of his name had perked his interest. He came upon the corner of the stairway and peered around it. He saw someone close the front door and walk away. To the left of the door, two large double doors were open and he could see into the study. He recognized almost everyone in the room immediately. There was a man sitting in a large armchair who was undoubtedly his father. On the couch to his right sat Magneto and a woman he did not know. Across from Magneto sat Charles Xavier and the red headed girl that Rogue didn't like. *What de hell is goin' on?* Remy thought. He was quite sure he was in his father's house in New Orleans but for some reason felt the need for caution. Something just didn't seem right. Everything in the house seemed to be in place; all of the furniture was the same. His father's study is right where it's supposed to be. One thing that he was confused on was the fact that his father was talking to these people to begin with. As far as he was concerned, these people didn't know his family. Second was everyone's style of dress. His father was clothed in traditional guild common wear so that was fine but everyone else seemed straight out of a scene from Gone with the Wind.

"See anythin' interestin'?"

Remy visibly flinched. He whirled around and came face to face with a smirking Rogue.

"Dat wasn' funny."

"It was from where Ah'm standin'. Some master thief you are. Ya aren't even watching your own back. If Ah was the enemy Ah coulda killed ya."

"Techincally, y' are de enemy. Too bad you jus' missed y'r chance," he replied with a smirk of his own.

Rogue retaliated by giving him a punch in the arm that actually stung a little. "There, now all's not lost."

"Ha ha ha," he said, rubbing his arm a little. "What're y' doin' here anyway?"

"Hell if Ah know. Last Ah remember Tulio and Miguel had just discovered El Dorado and were being praised as gods."

"So I guess I'm really not home."
"Unless ya teleported us away in the middle of the night, no."

Remy paused in thought. "So y' dreamin' again?"

"Actually I think it's you who's dreamin'. Im my dream ya found me. I found ya here."

"Hmmm. Mebbe."

"Mr. Xavier we apologize for Rogue and Remy's behavior. They are quite close and look out for one another, like a brother would a sister." Jean-Luc's voice wafted up the stairs, interrupting the pair. They moved back towards and the corner and peered around it, Remy standing over Rogue's crouched form. Rogue recognized almost everyone in the room immediately.

Xavier spoke up. "That's quite alright. That is an admirable trait in Remy. I know that my Jean is in good hands."

"Yes, and Jean is such a lovely young woman. We are honored to have her become a part of our family. I'm sure she and Remy will be quite happy together."

Rogue looked up at Remy. "Since when did ya have a thang for Jean?"

Remy kept his eyes on the room. "Why? Jealous?"

She rolled her eyes. "You wish. Just didn't think she was your type."

"I dunno 'bout dat. She does have a hot body – OW! What was dat for?"

"Your getting' on my nerves."

"An' y' bein' too serious. I was jus' playin'. Lighten up. Besides, didn' y' hear dem? We're prob'ly off havin' an affair right now."

"Please."

"Calm down. It's jus' a dream. In real life Jeannie be datin' dat idiot Summers. She tainted now."

Rogue smothered a giggle. "Now that's a new one. I'll have to remember that." She poked him in the leg. "I told ya you had something against Scott."

"Him being an idiot is common knowledge."

"Eric, congratulations to you and Raven on Rogue's impending marriage to Scott Summers. I hear he's quite successful up North."

"Dis is one f****d up dream I'm havin'."

"No kiddin'. Scott is jus' as tainted. What're tryin' ta do ta us?"

They continued to watch on in silence. The adults spoke a little more about the marriages before talking about land holdings.  Remy was just about to suggest they go explore the house when he felt a sharp pain in his arm.

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Author's Note: This is probably going to be a fairly lengthy section of their lifetime. I don't know how long the story is going to be as a whole but I see it going beyond fifteen chapters at least. I have a lot of ideas running around in my head and it's just a matter of getting them down on paper. I'll do my best to try and update at least once a week but no guarantees. Graduation is in six weeks so finishing school is my main focus. Don't worry, though. I'm definitely going to finish this one.