Chapter 2: The Test
Rogue spent the rest of the morning tossing and turning in her bed, trying to sleep decently, she came in and out of sleep but never gained enough sleep to recharge her tired body. Finally, at eleven am, she got out of bed, and got dressed, and headed to the bathroom, accidentally leaving the door open, she took her hairbrush out of her toiletries bag, and began to brush her tangled hair.
"Chere?"
Rogue glanced to the mirror, Remy had stepped into the bathroom behind her, he looked tired, as if he hadn't been able to sleep again since earlier that morning. He hadn't even shaven yet, and his hair still looked as unkempt as it had when he had woken up. But he was dressed, and his jeans were slightly rain splattered, and it seemed evident, by the bag he was holding in his right hand, that he'd been out.
"You still mad at me?" Remy asked, he leaned against the threshold.
"I wasn't mad, you were," Rogue said, "You stormed out of my room slamming the door," she reminded.
"Sorry. I'm really not a morning person," he admitted, he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself, "but I think I was right for what I said to you, and I'm not gonna say I'm sorry for bringing it up," he said.
Rogue gave a shrug, cold shouldered, and continued to brush her hair.
"I got this," he said, he locked the door first, then handed her the bag.
Rogue sighed and reached into the bag, pulling out a small box, "pregnancy test?! Remy, are you fucking crazy?!" she demanded.
"Keep your voice down," Remy put his hands up in defence. "And I probably am crazy, god knows, taken a few knocks to the head in my life, but it was rational thinking that made me get the Ferry to Edinburgh at eight am just to go get a pregnancy test – they don't even carry them here, how stupid is that?" He rolled his eyes.
Rogue looked away and tossed the box at him, "I'm not taking it."
"Chere, please!" he stepped up to her, "We're not talking about some stupid Cosmo quiz from a magazine, we're talking about the difference between a baby being involved here or not," he reminded.
Rogue looked at him, "Remy, I think I'd know if I was pregnant," she rolled her eyes.
"How?"
"Morning sickness, sore boobs, I mean if I was like five weeks pregnant or something, I'd expect to have some symptoms," Rogue reminded.
"Not necessarily," Remy put the toilet lid down and sat upon it, he looked up at her, "Bella Donna didn't know she was pregnant until three months down the line," he admitted.
"Whatever…" Rogue sighed, she looked at herself in the mirror. She didn't want to think about it, the thought of her being pregnant terrified her, and she'd never given it much thought even after the rape. It had never seemed possible really. "I'm still not doing the test," she muttered.
"Chere…you love me, right?" He asked, deciding to use one of the oldest lines in the book to get exactly what he wanted.
Rogue sighed again, and looked down into the sink, "Yes," she admitted finally.
"Then do it for me," Remy stated.
Rogue turned to him, "that was an unfair card to play, the 'if you love me you'll do it' card," she muttered, snatching the pregnancy test box from him, "why couldn't you have just said 'if you love me, you'll jerk me off' or something to that effect, she opened the packet."
Remy looked at her, "this isn't funny, Chere, this is serious, will you at least leave the jokes until after we get the results of that test."
"We? Suddenly its WE get the results? Remy, it's my body and the results will be mine to get," she responded, "I don't care if you did pay for it."
"If I didn't know you hadn't had your period yet, I'd swear you were PMSing," Remy admitted quite seriously, "I'll wait outside," he stated.
Remy stood outside anxiously waiting for her to take the test, three minutes seemed like forever when Rogue finally opened the door and let him back in.
"How long does the test take to give the result?" Remy asked, he picked up the box and began looking for a rough estimate.
"Five minutes," Rogue responded, "do you know how degrading it is to have to pee on a stick?"
"I've peed against a tree, it's the same thing isn't it?" He shrugged, he looked at her, "are you scared?" He asked, he noticed her hands were trembling.
"What do you think?" she asked, "I was fine until you started all your pregnancy shit," she muttered, "god I'll kill myself if I am."
Remy looked at her, an upset expression on his face, "don't say shit like that! It's not funny," his voice was angry.
"I wasn't joking," Rogue frowned.
Remy sighed, he sat down on the toilet lid again, "this is going to be the longest five minutes of my life," he admitted.
"Mines too. I'm the one who should be worrying here, not you," she reminded, she folded her arms.
"I'm your boyfriend, whatever happens to you affects me too, Cherie," Remy reminded softly, he looked down to the floor.
Rogue was silent for a moment, then finally spoke, "Can I ask a question?"
"Oui," Remy responded, looking up at her.
"Why did you look so pale when you saw that ring on the chain that the security guy had found in the lab?" Rogue asked, she sat on the counter next to the sink, pulling her knees up to her chest.
"I don't know, really," he shrugged, he made himself force the lie out, despite he'd promised he'd never lie to her again. He wasn't sure really what the ring meant. He had the distinct feeling he'd seen the ring before, but couldn't remember from where. This ring was so distinct, it couldn't be possible there might be another one like it, it seemed as if it had been specially made.
"You're lying," Rogue commented, "I saw the look on your face, Remy. You knew that ring, you'd seen it before, hadn't you?"
Remy raised his eyes up to look at her, "I'm not sure, I think I might have, but it's so…blurry in my mind as to who might have owned it. It's been bugging me for four days…"
"Did Sean and Moira think you did the break in?"
"I explained to them what I'd done – they called Xavier and he even vouched for me," Remy shrugged, "but as to what they think I don't know. They say they believe me, but there's that old saying 'never trust a Thief', and I guess they live by it," he shrugged.
"If they didn't trust you I doubt you'd still be here."
"I insisted on staying until I figure out who's doing this – and capture the cunt," he muttered, "I want that drug off the street."
Rogue leaned back against the wall behind the counter, "Have you thought of any other ways this person is getting in?"
"I've tried everything, Chere, I've got dozens of blueprints of this place, and I can't find any other way they could be doing it. The only other thing I can think of is that they might be mutant, and have some ability that lets them get in…" he shrugged.
Rogue shook her head, "No way, if it was a mutant, the professor would have picked up them up on Cerebro when they used their powers."
"That's what I thought," Remy admitted, "Besides that explanation, I don't know what else to say."
Rogue glanced at her watch, "it's been five minutes," she sighed, she hopped down from the counter and she retrieved the pregnancy test indicator, and checked, "you have the box and the instructions, what does blue mean?" she felt her breath beginning to quicken, worrying that blue meant the worst.
Remy read the packet, he drew a breath, "Blue means you're not pregnant," he said, a sigh of relief passing his lips. "You're…not…pregnant," he said again, as if just to make sure she heard him.
Rogue drew her breath also, "thank god that worry is over with."
"Yeah, that's one worry out of the way," Remy ran his fingers through his hair.
Rogue leaned over the sink, trying to slow her breathing, she felt tears escape, and eventually a sob.
Remy stood up quickly, "what is it?" he asked quickly.
Rogue shook her head, "I don't know…" she put her hand over her eyes, "I don't know…" she sobbed, so overwhelmed with relief that she wasn't having a child, and then the memories of what had happened, and the thoughts of how close she might have been to pregnant, it all seemed to hit her at once.
Remy placed his hand on her shoulder, and turned her towards him, "worst parts over…" he said to her softly.
"I know…" Rogue tried to dry her tears quickly, she'd been sick of letting Remy see her crying, and she was sick of crying, it felt as if it was all she was doing. "God I feel so stupid," she sniffled, "I've cried enough tears to fill a reservoir in this last year," she wiped the back of her hand against her cheek. "You'd think I'd be all cried out by now…" she headed over to by the toilet finding a roll of toilet paper, she yanked off a strip, scrunched it up and dried her damp face.
Remy stepped up behind her, wrapping one arm around her shoulders, and the other around her waist, he pulled her back to his chest, and kissed her shoulder, "I'm sorry I put you through this," he murmured.
"No…I know you were right, I should have…I just…" she tried to explain, but the words wouldn't come out properly.
"Sssh," he murmured, he rocked her a little in his arms, "now that we know…" he kissed her shoulder again, the thin mesh fabric of her top between their skin, "it never needs to be brought up again…"