Disclaimer: I don't own the x-men; they are the property of Marvel and are being used without permission. So please don't' sue me!

Author's Notes: Wow, I can't believe this. This fic was supposed to have two chapters only and look where we are. Thanks to you guys and your reviews that convinced me to do this. And I hope that the sadistic chapters aren't boring you because there are MORE comin' :) Enjoy the drama.

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Waited for so long

by Samman

Part IX

Remy threw another dirty towel in the basket that already contained some clothes that needed to be taken to the laundry. He picked up the magazines from the floor and threw them in the corner. Cleaning up his room was not of his favorite things to do, especially when he wasn't in a good mood.

He strolled towards his closet and brought out a bundle of t-shirts hanged neatly in hangers. He threw them in the open suitcase and began to clean the closet, which was his main target. Too many items in his room had over crowded it and he needed time to back…before hand. Like other times, like good times, Rogue was not there to do it for him when he left for bigger missions.

Some papers fell near his foot and he discovered they fell from his jeans' and shirts-pockets. They were pictures. Pictures of Rogue. Remy bent down to pick them up, his muscles aching from lack of practice. Involuntarily, a small smile appeared on his lips as he let his eyes take in the forms of the picture. In the picture was Rogue, sitting down with her hand up against her cheek for support as she leaned on the table talking to Storm and Jean at a party. Her tumble of dark hair fell on a rosy cheek that he could only have dreams of caressing.

Remy remembered when he had taken the picture. Without her knowing it. Otherwise it would have been a disaster, a major crime to do so since Rogue never liked her pictures. Besides, Remy always had a spy, Jubilee—who worked for him by giving him pictures of Rogue through different accesses. And he paid her back by giving her a treat, taking her to the movies, or something to reward her for a mere picture of Rogue—that meant the world to him. He shook his head smiling bitterly. What a turn of events. This is life, he thought.

On the other hand, the picture included Ororo in a chair, laughing merrily, her white teeth sparkling against the beautiful, chocolate colored skin. Remy sighed, why was she becoming the attention of everyone after the accident? Only because she had heard Rogue's conversation because she loved him? Was it too big of a crime to overhear a close friend's conversation? He almost regretted the fact that he had already asked her these questions the day before.

Securing all the pictures in one envelope, Remy kept them in the drawer with a pained expression on his face. He stood in the middle in his tight white T and jeans. Cracking his knuckles, he scanned the dirty room, trying to find his next target. His eyes fell upon his acoustic guitar and he picked it up, his fingers aching to strum the strings. It would have been a lot better if he hadn't packed away his electric guitar and paddles. He could bring the walls down through the distortion—which could help ease the pain.

*Remy could ya'll stop bangin' this music puleez? It's hurtin' mah ears, seriously.* Rogue had said to him playfully with her hands on her ears when he had been playing his electric guitar in the room.

Remy grabbed the instrument and sat down on the corner of the bed. His nimble fingers started strumming the heavy strings of his acoustic. The muscles of his arm ripped through the short sleeve of his shirt and silver bracelet glistened that dangled against his wrist that plucked the guitar. The soft sound soothed his ears, gave him comfort as it took away the silence of the empty room.

Just like always, his lips formed the melodious and sweet words as he hummed the song slowly.

In an instant, Remy kept the guitar on the floor, not being able to sing anymore. Although his heart told him to bang the guitar against the wall or explode it with the same fingers that plucked it, but the pain was too much to do so. The pain burning in his soul kept him from doing anything, it made his heart numb. "Rogue." His hoarse voice called lowly before glancing one look at the room as he went to get his laundry.

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Her fingers lightly grabbed the heavy clothes out of the drier. She heard footsteps in the laundry room. Ororo braced herself, she could tell who it was. She always knew who it was. Obviously, knowing him for a long period of time, had taught Ororo a lot about him. But right now, as she felt him drifting away from her, she felt as she had never known him.

*Y' don't know 'Ro, he's so unpredictable.* She remembered Rogue's words once when they had been indulged in a late night girl talk. *He –is- unpredictable, now I know*. Tears glistened in her blue eyes and she wiped them away quickly.

"Remy". Ororo abruptly turned around as she felt him come up behind her. "What are you doing this late, in here?" She asked solemnly, hiding any emotion behind a fake smile.

Remy nodded towards the basket full of clothes that he had in his hand. "De same reason y' came here for." He said casually, setting the basket on top of a drier. He stood beside her and began to prepare his washer. "I've started packin'."

"Oh…" Ororo chewed on her lip trying her best to hide the tears. She remained standing beside him and busied herself in taking out dried clothes. "Why so late? You should have gone the minute you found out Rogue was in a coma." She said sarcastically, remembering not to look at him.

Continuing to throw his shirts in the washer, Remy was not affected by her comments in the least. He remained quiet all the while.

"Frankly, I do not care anymore. It's your decision. Who are we to come between you and your decisions?" Ororo turned and gave him fake, sadistic smile.

Remy kept a shirt down and waited for a moment before saying anything. He had already done enough. "Why are y' pretendin' as if you don' care, 'Ro?" He raised her chin. "Please tell me y' do."

Ororo slapped his hand away lightly and let a tear fall her eyes. "Would it matter to you? Tell me why are you so hollow inside Remy? Why don't you feel anything? Why are you leaving Rogue behind? Why are you leaving me behind?" She questioned him, her intense words, and her pitiful state cutting him deep and sharp.

"I…I don' know 'Ro. I'm sorry…f' every'ting. For everyt'ing. I regret it…" Remy let the words escape his mouth slowly, carefully as if doing so would ease the pain.

She shut her eyes tightly and looked at him. "You regret it? You regret us?" Ororo said looking up at him as he ran his hand through his hair.

"No. It's not dat. I know I've messed everyt'ing up but I can' stay 'ere wit' Rogue dying an' killing myself by not being wit' you. It will only get worse." He waited for her response but none came. She stood looking up at him, stunned with wide eyes.

Remy continued in a hoarse voice. "Y' may get de impression dat I was usin' you for my own comfort but I don' know why I did de t'ings I did. May be its time I take a different route to m' life." He gulped and looked down at his feet while rubbing his wearing eyes.

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Jubilee stood before the examination window, her hands plastered to the window just like they had been there for the past few days. Seeing no doctors there, she had found a good opportunity and came down to talk to Rogue in her thoughts.

C'mon Rogue. Y' should be okay now. Hank doesn' let anyone in so I have to stand here for the longest time to talk to you. Y'know this seems pretty lame but I hope you're hearin' me. I thought you were a brave girl. Or the bravest of all girls…I should say. Too much sleep ain't good for you, and you know that. You used to be a mornin' person. I miss you, we all do. You know, it's very hard to believe all this.

We found out about your powers. I know that it was supposed to be a surprise, but we had to find out, y' know? Once you wake up, we'll throw you a big, big party. Uh.. Everyone cried the day we found out, even popsicle cried, y'know. I mean, c'mon, he used to be the one to cheer everyone up, but he hasn't been okay since the day we found out about you  being in coma. And Remy? He's so quiet, I've never seen that Gumbo so quiet before. Well except that he's been playing that old guitar for the past few days in his room. Wolvie is crashin' down the danger room. Y'better wake up before he does something else. And Storm? Well…uh..Strom hasn't said a prayer with us, she just..cries and cries.

Jubilee looked down at her painted nails as she thought continuously. She looked at the fingers' reflection the mirror thinking to herself, and let her eyes stare at the floor of the room. The hair on her neck stood, a beeping sound started echoing in the large room. Slowly she raised her head to allow herself to look in the room and her eyes widened. Her mouth opened wide and she found herself unable to speak. Quick as lightning, she found her feet running down the end of the hallway, slipping, and knocking things down as she ran down the stairs to get the x-men.

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"Scott-Jean...Logan..Professor...Uh..." Jubilee paused to take a breath, she reclined against the wall as she entered the TV lounge.

Scott and Jean got up from their positions, their eyes wide from horror and nervousness. Bobby looked at her quizzically, trying to figure out the situation. "What is it Jubilee, where are you coming from?" Scott asked her quickly. "Were you with Rog--?

Jubilee panted and nodded. "She…she..oh my god…I." Before she could finish, half of the people were already running towards the sick bay.

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A/N: Mwaha hahaha. MORE DRAMA. Liked it, hated it? Questions? Drop a review and I'd be more than happy to give you the details.

Thanks for reading and reviewing.

Samman