Okay this is my first attempt at a Song Fic and just thought I would try it
out. I started to write this and wasn't too sure if I should continue
writing it. Review and let me know if I should okay. Thank you.
Disclaimer: Hey don't own X-Men or the song Can't Stop Loving You by Phil Collins. Enjoy.
Can't Stop Loving You
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So you're leaving in the morning on the early train
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They all sat there, in the rec room, in complete silence. Remy stood in the back not saying a word, as he gazed intensely at the back of Rogue's head. She could feel his gaze he knew she could. That's why she was so stiff. With out really noticing Remy pulled a random card form one of the many decks he carried in his trench coat pocket and began to pass it in-between his nimble fingers.
No one said anything, no one really knew what to say, and the silence was killing him. Didn't anyone care? Didn't anyone want to know why? Maybe they did but didn't want to cause a scene, like him. One thing was for sure Remy was going to talk to Rogue. Whether she wanted to or not he deserved a better explanation then the professors crap about how " Rogue needs some space to clear her mind, lately she feels that the pressures of this life have been boring down on her and feels returning home would be best." BAHH. Remy thought. That wasn't it. Rogue was too stubborn and proud to let her physics push her away from this place. This was her home; she wouldn't leave unless it was important.
Since the end of the threat of Apocalypse was over Remy decided to stay on with the X-men. He liked being in a more homier environment. Sure they were a little too pushy with the rules and the curfew was way to early but Remy loved a challenge. Oh yes him and Logan got along great. It was a rare 3 out of 5 when Logan caught Remy sneaking out and Remy was getting better. During his stay with the x-men Remy remained his usual self, flirted with the lovely ladies and played practical jokes on Summers with the others along side Kurt and Drake. Sure it was a blast, but Remy had never really told them much about his past. It was as if it never existed, and he would have loved to keep it that way. So this was it, Rogue was leaving in the morning, on the earliest train possible. Why? It didn't' make any sense what so ever. Remy wanted answers.
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I could say everything's alright
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They all filed out of the rec Room single file all with a frown on their face. The only two that remain in the room was Rogue and Remy. Rogue usually was the last one out of the room any way, but Remy, he would always be the first one out of the room after the professor had finished one of his lectures. But he stood there leaning against the wall, casually fiddling with the playing card form before. Still staring intently at the back of her head. He sighed and figure it was now or never, he pushed back against the wall and stood up and walked over to the couch and sat next to her. She didn't acknowledge him at all.
" Why?" He figured it was a good place to start. Nothing else came to mind, he didn't want to end up getting mad at her and them getting into another fight. They always seemed to do that when she was in a sour mood. When he had first arrived they pretty much kept there distance, well he tried to talk to her and she kept her distance. When ever he saw her there was fear in her eyes. One time he went up to thank her for saving him, it was an excuse and they ended up have a good talk and a pillow fight, first time they ever really were friendly with each other. He wasn't expecting to become great friends with her, but he did. They talked about things they wouldn't normally share with the others, and found they had a lot in common. She never seemed to get jealous when he flirted with the other girls, he sometimes tried extra hard to see if she would. It was like she found that emotion complete waist of time. Most of the time she would watch him and laugh when he made a joke and chuckle to herself. He would hear her and turn to her and grin, he always would flirt with her try and see if he could out wit her. But she had a comeback for every single come on he threw at her.
She had yet to answer his question. She stared intently in front her. Alright. Remy thought. He picked himself up and sat his butt right on the coffee table in front of her. Now she had no choice. " Please." He heard her whisper, it was so faint that if he hadn't seen her lips move he would thought it was nothing. He stared at her, his red on black eyes boring into her emerald eyes. That now had lost their life, that flare that he loved to see so much when she was mad at him.
" Please what chere?" He asked. He dropped the card he was fiddling with and put a comforting gloved hand on her shoulder. She had casted her eyes to the ground and didn't meet his gaze. Smiling that smile of his he used his other gloved hand and placed it gently under her chin and raised her head up to meet his gaze.
" Please don' make dis difficult." She pleaded. She sounded so close to tears that instincts took over and Remy once again slid next to her and pulled her close to his body. Rogue buried her head into his chest; Remy knew it was taking a lot of will power for her not to cry right now. There was one other time he had seen her like this.
" It's okay p'tite. Everythin's okay. Tomorrow Remy'll take y' on de train. So y' can do whatever y' need t' do. It'll be easier dat way wit' out de others." It was killing him, he was letting her off way to easy, but with Rogue he knew that if you forced her she would run away, no he had to let her do this. What ever she had to do, she would tell him when she was ready.
" Thank ya." He heard her whisper into his chest. He felt her warmth threw his clothing and he pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her, cradling her there and whispering French into her ear. It always seemed to do the trick.
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And I could pretend and say goodbye
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Remy lay awake in his bed for what seemed like hours now but in real was only ten minutes. He had just put Rogue in her own bed asleep and was pained to see that she was already packed. How had he missed it? He thought he knew her? He did actually; he had been sensing something wrong with her for the last few weeks now and just brushed it aside. God what a fool he had been.
He covered his eyes with his forearm and searched his pockets for a card. He then found it, the same one he had dropped earlier. When he picked up Rogue he grabbed it shoved it into his pocket. The card was slightly bent but Remy could still easily slip it threw his fingers with out a second thought. Why was she doing this? Over and over again Remy thought about the many reasons that she would leave, and return home. Rogue was the only real friend he had made here at the institute, he wouldn't really call the others friends per say, just acquaintances. Kurt maybe. yeah he could call Kurt a friend. Not a close one at least. There was just Rogue. And now she was leaving for some unknown reason. He didn't buy the crap that the professor dished out. And the only one that really knew was Rogue herself.
Remy tossed and turned in his bed; it had now been twenty minutes since he had crashed down onto his pillow. He heard Kurt snoring on the other side of the room and never found it more annoying then he did right now. He shoved a pillow over his head and tried to drown out the noise. Why was it whenever you had a lot on you mind the rest of the world gets really loud? Remy groaned in agony and rolled over again facing the bare ceiling.
Why was this such and issue? He had made friends with plenty of people before and never cared whether or not they came or went. So what was his deal? Rogue was leaving get over it, he told himself, but it didn't work. Nothing was working. Remy looked at the clock again and the bright red numbers read: 11:55. Giving up on his quest for sleep he got out of bed and walked down stairs only in his silk red boxers, no shirt no nothing. He didn't care at the moment. He was trying to sort things out in his head, that and he figured no one else would be up. Curfew was at eleven and these guys (the X-men.) were set on following the rules. Except Rogue. Maybe that was it. Maybe because he was losing his partner in crime, she was always good at talking down Logan when they were caught, she was a blast to hang out with and was an awesome dancer when she let go. Was that it? He didn't know.
Once Remy entered the kitchen he kept on walking straight threw to the garage. He knew Logan kept some hidden in there. There was no way Logan would drive all the way out of town to go to a bar for a can of beer. Just enough for you to fulfill that small midnight craving. He walked in and turned on the lights. It was so cold in there, but Remy remained unaffected. It had become second nature for him to keep a cool face. Just like Rogue, it was just second nature for her to take a step back or flinch when someone came close, and keep people away from her no matter how hard it hurt. Was that it? Because they both hid themselves from the world? He didn't know.
Where is it? Remy searched the far corner of the garage. He was sure he had seen Logan stash it over here. Where was it? Remy kept picking his bare feet up off the ice-cold floor. Regretting the fact he wasn't wearing socks or slippers. " Looking for this?" A deep gruff voice asked from behind him. Remy spun around and there in the door way was Logan with a bottle of vodka in his hand. " Come on." Logan ordered. Remy thought he was in trouble, but the small smirk on Logan's face calmed him a bit as he briskly walked back over to the kitchen, the cold floor nipping at his bare feet. " Have a seat." Remy did as he was told and slid onto the chair at the head of the table. " Couldn't sleep?" Logan asked. He was back behind the counter poring some of the Vodka into a clear glass. They had no shot glasses so those would have to do, after all there was no drinking allowed in the school anyway. But Remy's favorite saying was " The rules were meant to be broken."
" Non. T' much on Remy's mind." He answered. Logan nodded and brought two glasses over to the table with him. He sat next to Remy. Remy looked at his drink and inhaled it. It smelt okay a little off but fine, but.Logan never let him drink. He held up the glass and looked at Logan with a raised eyebrow.
" Go on drink it. It's not poisoned." Logan gave an evil smile, and chuckled. Remy figured not to look a gift horse in the mouth so he took a drink of it. Remy's eyes grew wide as he swallowed it, and spit it out. He then glared at Logan who was trying to control his laughter.
" Dat's not funny mon ami." Remy glared at Logan, whom just smiled back.
" You think I would give you alcohol when your taking Rogue to the train stain tomorrow?" Logan question, he seamed scarier when he was laughing. Though his tone got a bit down at the thought of Rogue leaving.
" But puttin' some junk in Remy's drink ain' nice mon ami." Remy stated trying to keep his voice down.
" Oh lighten up Cajun it was only Tabasco sauce." Logan defended himself still having a smug smile on his face. Remy scowled at the man. " Sides you ain't drinkin' if your taking Rogue tomorrow."
" Well take a cab den." Remy offered, he also pleaded with his eyes. He really needed a drink right now.
" Swear." Logan asked with a raised eyebrow.
" Cross mon heart and hope t' die." Remy answered with an amused twinkle in his eyes, eyeing the glass that Logan poured for himself.
"Alright, Gumbo." Logan then got up and grabbed Remy a new glass. He then grabbed the bottle and poured the drink right in front of Remy. Remy eyed this one too with keen eyes. " Oh come on Gumbo I don't pull the same thing twice." Logan argued. Remy nodded.
" À la votre mon ami." Remy said as he raised his glass to Logan and took a huge swig of his drink. Remy and Logan said no more, just sat there in the kitchen and drank. Something Remy never thought he would do with Logan. But lately things hadn't been normal for Remy. When Remy was finished with his drink he inspected the glass and stared at the inside of the empty glass, acting like he was surprised it was all gone. Logan grunted and got up. Remy watched him head out of the kitchen, but before he left Remy spoke, " Hey Logan." Logan turned and looked at the Cajun. " Merci."
Logan smiled. " Don't get used to it Gumbo." Logan said as he walked out of the room, with the Vodka, Remy mentally added. He took his glass over to the sink and washed it. That way no one would know that he was drinking, like they would say anything. Remy added bitterly. Remy then proceeded up to his room. It wasn't until Remy hit the stairs that he could feel the liquor in his system. He slowly walked up the stairs, clutching onto the banister for support and when he passed by Rogue's room he stopped. And decided to check up on her.
Like the thief he was he silently crept inside and saw her sleeping form on the bed with the moon light cascading down on her delicate features. He sighed and tried to think straight. He hadn't had that much to drink; it shouldn't have affected him this much. But then again drinking only added to your problems and made them worse right. She looked so peaceful so content, like all was right with the world. Maybe cause she knew she was leaving, out of his life forever maybe. But he cared about Rogue's well being that much that he wouldn't try and stop her, he would say good-bye to her and keep a straight face even if he didn't mean it.
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Got your ticket
Got your suitcase
Got your leaving smile
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Morning came all to soon for Remy who only got about two hours of sleep the night before. He ended up watching Rogue sleep for about two hours with out even realizing it. It always calmed him when he watched her, it was something he would do when he was stressed and needed to think. But now with her leaving what would he do? What was he thinking? Remy thought, it wasn't all about him. He needed to find out exactly why she was leaving or he may never get the chance too. He also had to figure out why she was so important to him. The King of Hearts was never one to doubt himself. He always knew what he wanted and always got it. So why was he so confused, why was this one girl doing this to him? The woman that couldn't touch out all of them, the forbidden fruit you might say.
The continuous droning buzzing sound of the alarm clock was too much for Remy to ignore. A small tap and the alarm clock went out with a bang, causing Kurt to jump out of bed and port up onto the chandelier. The blast went unnoticed by Remy as he threw his head back onto his nice comfy pillow. All he needed was a little more sleep, and then he would go talk to Rogue. Rogue. She was leaving, had she already left? Remy bolted upright and looked to what once was his alarm clock. He gave an annoyed sigh and quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a black shirt, throwing on his black boots not even bothering to lace them. He grabbed his worn trench coat and three packs of cards from his night stand and ran out and down the stairs.
He was slightly panting when he got there, and was relived to see Rogue's luggage sitting there by the door. He hadn't missed her. Good. Remy let out a breath he had no idea he had been holding. And realized that he had a small yet very annoying head ache. He heard small sounds coming from the kitchen and figured they were in their, he did however make a quick stop to put his own finishing touch to her luggage, then left for the kitchen.
Once he entered the kitchen he immediately noticed that it was void of the usual life that always lingered in here, in the mornings. Everyone was content with staring at there food, a few were having small talk but that was it. He glanced at the clock and it read: 5:48. No wonder every one was so quiet, it was to early. Remy looked at everyone and Logan actually took time away from his paper and coffee to meet Remy's gaze when he walked in. Remy nodded and Logan nodded back and that was it. Remy then took his usual seat at the table across from Rogue. She looked well rested but deep in thought; she did smile though when he sat down then returned to eating her eggs. A moment later Ororo set a plate in front of him. " Merci." Remy sad to her, Strom returned a smile as best she could. He glanced down at his food and noticed that there were two piles of Advil. Strom gave him that knowing smile, and returned to making breakfast. Remy took them with out hesitation glad that his headache would be gone soon.
Remy knew that everyone was in a depressed mood, since Rogue was leaving and no one seemed to know the exact reason why. Even the bouncy hyperactive Valley Girl was being unusually quiet.
After breakfast Remy didn't have much time to really think about anything. Rogue's train would be leaving at seven so they needed to leave now. It was 6: 13, and it took about twenty minutes to get to the station. They all stood by the door, Logan had done the honors of calling a cab, even though Remy felt fine and was perfectly capable of driving them there. Remy watched from the door as Rogue cautiously hugged everyone good by. A small twinge of jealously passed threw him when Scott held her longer then the other. Those two really seemed to have formed a friendship with out him noticing.
He could tell Rogue was faking it; her smile seemed to cheer full to be real. Remy shook his head, at this. Logan double-checked with her to make sure she had everything. He watched him; it looked like he really was going to miss her, and wanted to hug her but didn't want to ruin his tuff guy attitude. " Hug de p'tite already." Remy shouted from his position across the room.
" Ya come on Logan." Rogue opened her arms to him. " Can ah get a hug?" You could tell Rogue was trying her best to keep a straight face, she had lived here for two years, half of one of them he had had the pleasure of knowing her.
" Anything for you Stripes." Logan said before he gave her a small hug. It was then that Remy noticed small tears form up in the corner of her eyes. It was only for an instant but he could tell how much this was killing her. It was killing him.
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I could say that's the way it goes
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After all the good byes were said Remy grabbed Rogue's hand and walked her down the stairs to the cab. For once she didn't pull away when he did this. On previous occasions when he had done this in the presence of the others she would have jerked away. But now it seemed that she didn't seem to care at all. It was like there was this unseen force pushing her somewhere she didn't want to go and she had no control over it.
Either way Rogue was leaving. Rogue was leaving, and he couldn't figure out what made her so important. He knew it wasn't her looks. I mean dam, he thought. She looked great but it wasn't that. For you to see Rogue's true beauty you had to really get to know her, and you needed to know what to look for. Rogue's beauty laid in her determination. Her determination to be someone better then she already was. But that's the way it goes. You have no control over what other people do you just have to try and guide them threw the decisions they make.
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And I could pretend and you won't know
That I was lying
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" Hey ya okay?" Rogue's calm voice surprised him. Remy looked over to her, and put on a fake smile. That way she wouldn't know how confused he really was.
" Remy's jus fine p'tite." He lied; he was an excellent liar, and excellent thief and liar. He had done something's that most people his age never would of thought of doing, he could come up with an answer to any question given to him and sound 100% sure of himself even if it was the wrong answer. Everything made sense for him. Everything but his feelings for Rogue.
They reached the cab and Remy being the gentle man that he was opened the door for Rogue and longingly watched her slide into the cab. He sighed and looked back at the mansion as if it was the last time he would ever see it. Maybe it was? He thought as he slid in behind Rogue.
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Authors Note: Okay let me know what you think. yes no maybe so? Anything PLEASE.
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Take Care, Rogue Star
Disclaimer: Hey don't own X-Men or the song Can't Stop Loving You by Phil Collins. Enjoy.
Can't Stop Loving You
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So you're leaving in the morning on the early train
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They all sat there, in the rec room, in complete silence. Remy stood in the back not saying a word, as he gazed intensely at the back of Rogue's head. She could feel his gaze he knew she could. That's why she was so stiff. With out really noticing Remy pulled a random card form one of the many decks he carried in his trench coat pocket and began to pass it in-between his nimble fingers.
No one said anything, no one really knew what to say, and the silence was killing him. Didn't anyone care? Didn't anyone want to know why? Maybe they did but didn't want to cause a scene, like him. One thing was for sure Remy was going to talk to Rogue. Whether she wanted to or not he deserved a better explanation then the professors crap about how " Rogue needs some space to clear her mind, lately she feels that the pressures of this life have been boring down on her and feels returning home would be best." BAHH. Remy thought. That wasn't it. Rogue was too stubborn and proud to let her physics push her away from this place. This was her home; she wouldn't leave unless it was important.
Since the end of the threat of Apocalypse was over Remy decided to stay on with the X-men. He liked being in a more homier environment. Sure they were a little too pushy with the rules and the curfew was way to early but Remy loved a challenge. Oh yes him and Logan got along great. It was a rare 3 out of 5 when Logan caught Remy sneaking out and Remy was getting better. During his stay with the x-men Remy remained his usual self, flirted with the lovely ladies and played practical jokes on Summers with the others along side Kurt and Drake. Sure it was a blast, but Remy had never really told them much about his past. It was as if it never existed, and he would have loved to keep it that way. So this was it, Rogue was leaving in the morning, on the earliest train possible. Why? It didn't' make any sense what so ever. Remy wanted answers.
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I could say everything's alright
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They all filed out of the rec Room single file all with a frown on their face. The only two that remain in the room was Rogue and Remy. Rogue usually was the last one out of the room any way, but Remy, he would always be the first one out of the room after the professor had finished one of his lectures. But he stood there leaning against the wall, casually fiddling with the playing card form before. Still staring intently at the back of her head. He sighed and figure it was now or never, he pushed back against the wall and stood up and walked over to the couch and sat next to her. She didn't acknowledge him at all.
" Why?" He figured it was a good place to start. Nothing else came to mind, he didn't want to end up getting mad at her and them getting into another fight. They always seemed to do that when she was in a sour mood. When he had first arrived they pretty much kept there distance, well he tried to talk to her and she kept her distance. When ever he saw her there was fear in her eyes. One time he went up to thank her for saving him, it was an excuse and they ended up have a good talk and a pillow fight, first time they ever really were friendly with each other. He wasn't expecting to become great friends with her, but he did. They talked about things they wouldn't normally share with the others, and found they had a lot in common. She never seemed to get jealous when he flirted with the other girls, he sometimes tried extra hard to see if she would. It was like she found that emotion complete waist of time. Most of the time she would watch him and laugh when he made a joke and chuckle to herself. He would hear her and turn to her and grin, he always would flirt with her try and see if he could out wit her. But she had a comeback for every single come on he threw at her.
She had yet to answer his question. She stared intently in front her. Alright. Remy thought. He picked himself up and sat his butt right on the coffee table in front of her. Now she had no choice. " Please." He heard her whisper, it was so faint that if he hadn't seen her lips move he would thought it was nothing. He stared at her, his red on black eyes boring into her emerald eyes. That now had lost their life, that flare that he loved to see so much when she was mad at him.
" Please what chere?" He asked. He dropped the card he was fiddling with and put a comforting gloved hand on her shoulder. She had casted her eyes to the ground and didn't meet his gaze. Smiling that smile of his he used his other gloved hand and placed it gently under her chin and raised her head up to meet his gaze.
" Please don' make dis difficult." She pleaded. She sounded so close to tears that instincts took over and Remy once again slid next to her and pulled her close to his body. Rogue buried her head into his chest; Remy knew it was taking a lot of will power for her not to cry right now. There was one other time he had seen her like this.
" It's okay p'tite. Everythin's okay. Tomorrow Remy'll take y' on de train. So y' can do whatever y' need t' do. It'll be easier dat way wit' out de others." It was killing him, he was letting her off way to easy, but with Rogue he knew that if you forced her she would run away, no he had to let her do this. What ever she had to do, she would tell him when she was ready.
" Thank ya." He heard her whisper into his chest. He felt her warmth threw his clothing and he pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her, cradling her there and whispering French into her ear. It always seemed to do the trick.
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And I could pretend and say goodbye
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Remy lay awake in his bed for what seemed like hours now but in real was only ten minutes. He had just put Rogue in her own bed asleep and was pained to see that she was already packed. How had he missed it? He thought he knew her? He did actually; he had been sensing something wrong with her for the last few weeks now and just brushed it aside. God what a fool he had been.
He covered his eyes with his forearm and searched his pockets for a card. He then found it, the same one he had dropped earlier. When he picked up Rogue he grabbed it shoved it into his pocket. The card was slightly bent but Remy could still easily slip it threw his fingers with out a second thought. Why was she doing this? Over and over again Remy thought about the many reasons that she would leave, and return home. Rogue was the only real friend he had made here at the institute, he wouldn't really call the others friends per say, just acquaintances. Kurt maybe. yeah he could call Kurt a friend. Not a close one at least. There was just Rogue. And now she was leaving for some unknown reason. He didn't buy the crap that the professor dished out. And the only one that really knew was Rogue herself.
Remy tossed and turned in his bed; it had now been twenty minutes since he had crashed down onto his pillow. He heard Kurt snoring on the other side of the room and never found it more annoying then he did right now. He shoved a pillow over his head and tried to drown out the noise. Why was it whenever you had a lot on you mind the rest of the world gets really loud? Remy groaned in agony and rolled over again facing the bare ceiling.
Why was this such and issue? He had made friends with plenty of people before and never cared whether or not they came or went. So what was his deal? Rogue was leaving get over it, he told himself, but it didn't work. Nothing was working. Remy looked at the clock again and the bright red numbers read: 11:55. Giving up on his quest for sleep he got out of bed and walked down stairs only in his silk red boxers, no shirt no nothing. He didn't care at the moment. He was trying to sort things out in his head, that and he figured no one else would be up. Curfew was at eleven and these guys (the X-men.) were set on following the rules. Except Rogue. Maybe that was it. Maybe because he was losing his partner in crime, she was always good at talking down Logan when they were caught, she was a blast to hang out with and was an awesome dancer when she let go. Was that it? He didn't know.
Once Remy entered the kitchen he kept on walking straight threw to the garage. He knew Logan kept some hidden in there. There was no way Logan would drive all the way out of town to go to a bar for a can of beer. Just enough for you to fulfill that small midnight craving. He walked in and turned on the lights. It was so cold in there, but Remy remained unaffected. It had become second nature for him to keep a cool face. Just like Rogue, it was just second nature for her to take a step back or flinch when someone came close, and keep people away from her no matter how hard it hurt. Was that it? Because they both hid themselves from the world? He didn't know.
Where is it? Remy searched the far corner of the garage. He was sure he had seen Logan stash it over here. Where was it? Remy kept picking his bare feet up off the ice-cold floor. Regretting the fact he wasn't wearing socks or slippers. " Looking for this?" A deep gruff voice asked from behind him. Remy spun around and there in the door way was Logan with a bottle of vodka in his hand. " Come on." Logan ordered. Remy thought he was in trouble, but the small smirk on Logan's face calmed him a bit as he briskly walked back over to the kitchen, the cold floor nipping at his bare feet. " Have a seat." Remy did as he was told and slid onto the chair at the head of the table. " Couldn't sleep?" Logan asked. He was back behind the counter poring some of the Vodka into a clear glass. They had no shot glasses so those would have to do, after all there was no drinking allowed in the school anyway. But Remy's favorite saying was " The rules were meant to be broken."
" Non. T' much on Remy's mind." He answered. Logan nodded and brought two glasses over to the table with him. He sat next to Remy. Remy looked at his drink and inhaled it. It smelt okay a little off but fine, but.Logan never let him drink. He held up the glass and looked at Logan with a raised eyebrow.
" Go on drink it. It's not poisoned." Logan gave an evil smile, and chuckled. Remy figured not to look a gift horse in the mouth so he took a drink of it. Remy's eyes grew wide as he swallowed it, and spit it out. He then glared at Logan who was trying to control his laughter.
" Dat's not funny mon ami." Remy glared at Logan, whom just smiled back.
" You think I would give you alcohol when your taking Rogue to the train stain tomorrow?" Logan question, he seamed scarier when he was laughing. Though his tone got a bit down at the thought of Rogue leaving.
" But puttin' some junk in Remy's drink ain' nice mon ami." Remy stated trying to keep his voice down.
" Oh lighten up Cajun it was only Tabasco sauce." Logan defended himself still having a smug smile on his face. Remy scowled at the man. " Sides you ain't drinkin' if your taking Rogue tomorrow."
" Well take a cab den." Remy offered, he also pleaded with his eyes. He really needed a drink right now.
" Swear." Logan asked with a raised eyebrow.
" Cross mon heart and hope t' die." Remy answered with an amused twinkle in his eyes, eyeing the glass that Logan poured for himself.
"Alright, Gumbo." Logan then got up and grabbed Remy a new glass. He then grabbed the bottle and poured the drink right in front of Remy. Remy eyed this one too with keen eyes. " Oh come on Gumbo I don't pull the same thing twice." Logan argued. Remy nodded.
" À la votre mon ami." Remy said as he raised his glass to Logan and took a huge swig of his drink. Remy and Logan said no more, just sat there in the kitchen and drank. Something Remy never thought he would do with Logan. But lately things hadn't been normal for Remy. When Remy was finished with his drink he inspected the glass and stared at the inside of the empty glass, acting like he was surprised it was all gone. Logan grunted and got up. Remy watched him head out of the kitchen, but before he left Remy spoke, " Hey Logan." Logan turned and looked at the Cajun. " Merci."
Logan smiled. " Don't get used to it Gumbo." Logan said as he walked out of the room, with the Vodka, Remy mentally added. He took his glass over to the sink and washed it. That way no one would know that he was drinking, like they would say anything. Remy added bitterly. Remy then proceeded up to his room. It wasn't until Remy hit the stairs that he could feel the liquor in his system. He slowly walked up the stairs, clutching onto the banister for support and when he passed by Rogue's room he stopped. And decided to check up on her.
Like the thief he was he silently crept inside and saw her sleeping form on the bed with the moon light cascading down on her delicate features. He sighed and tried to think straight. He hadn't had that much to drink; it shouldn't have affected him this much. But then again drinking only added to your problems and made them worse right. She looked so peaceful so content, like all was right with the world. Maybe cause she knew she was leaving, out of his life forever maybe. But he cared about Rogue's well being that much that he wouldn't try and stop her, he would say good-bye to her and keep a straight face even if he didn't mean it.
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Got your ticket
Got your suitcase
Got your leaving smile
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Morning came all to soon for Remy who only got about two hours of sleep the night before. He ended up watching Rogue sleep for about two hours with out even realizing it. It always calmed him when he watched her, it was something he would do when he was stressed and needed to think. But now with her leaving what would he do? What was he thinking? Remy thought, it wasn't all about him. He needed to find out exactly why she was leaving or he may never get the chance too. He also had to figure out why she was so important to him. The King of Hearts was never one to doubt himself. He always knew what he wanted and always got it. So why was he so confused, why was this one girl doing this to him? The woman that couldn't touch out all of them, the forbidden fruit you might say.
The continuous droning buzzing sound of the alarm clock was too much for Remy to ignore. A small tap and the alarm clock went out with a bang, causing Kurt to jump out of bed and port up onto the chandelier. The blast went unnoticed by Remy as he threw his head back onto his nice comfy pillow. All he needed was a little more sleep, and then he would go talk to Rogue. Rogue. She was leaving, had she already left? Remy bolted upright and looked to what once was his alarm clock. He gave an annoyed sigh and quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a black shirt, throwing on his black boots not even bothering to lace them. He grabbed his worn trench coat and three packs of cards from his night stand and ran out and down the stairs.
He was slightly panting when he got there, and was relived to see Rogue's luggage sitting there by the door. He hadn't missed her. Good. Remy let out a breath he had no idea he had been holding. And realized that he had a small yet very annoying head ache. He heard small sounds coming from the kitchen and figured they were in their, he did however make a quick stop to put his own finishing touch to her luggage, then left for the kitchen.
Once he entered the kitchen he immediately noticed that it was void of the usual life that always lingered in here, in the mornings. Everyone was content with staring at there food, a few were having small talk but that was it. He glanced at the clock and it read: 5:48. No wonder every one was so quiet, it was to early. Remy looked at everyone and Logan actually took time away from his paper and coffee to meet Remy's gaze when he walked in. Remy nodded and Logan nodded back and that was it. Remy then took his usual seat at the table across from Rogue. She looked well rested but deep in thought; she did smile though when he sat down then returned to eating her eggs. A moment later Ororo set a plate in front of him. " Merci." Remy sad to her, Strom returned a smile as best she could. He glanced down at his food and noticed that there were two piles of Advil. Strom gave him that knowing smile, and returned to making breakfast. Remy took them with out hesitation glad that his headache would be gone soon.
Remy knew that everyone was in a depressed mood, since Rogue was leaving and no one seemed to know the exact reason why. Even the bouncy hyperactive Valley Girl was being unusually quiet.
After breakfast Remy didn't have much time to really think about anything. Rogue's train would be leaving at seven so they needed to leave now. It was 6: 13, and it took about twenty minutes to get to the station. They all stood by the door, Logan had done the honors of calling a cab, even though Remy felt fine and was perfectly capable of driving them there. Remy watched from the door as Rogue cautiously hugged everyone good by. A small twinge of jealously passed threw him when Scott held her longer then the other. Those two really seemed to have formed a friendship with out him noticing.
He could tell Rogue was faking it; her smile seemed to cheer full to be real. Remy shook his head, at this. Logan double-checked with her to make sure she had everything. He watched him; it looked like he really was going to miss her, and wanted to hug her but didn't want to ruin his tuff guy attitude. " Hug de p'tite already." Remy shouted from his position across the room.
" Ya come on Logan." Rogue opened her arms to him. " Can ah get a hug?" You could tell Rogue was trying her best to keep a straight face, she had lived here for two years, half of one of them he had had the pleasure of knowing her.
" Anything for you Stripes." Logan said before he gave her a small hug. It was then that Remy noticed small tears form up in the corner of her eyes. It was only for an instant but he could tell how much this was killing her. It was killing him.
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I could say that's the way it goes
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After all the good byes were said Remy grabbed Rogue's hand and walked her down the stairs to the cab. For once she didn't pull away when he did this. On previous occasions when he had done this in the presence of the others she would have jerked away. But now it seemed that she didn't seem to care at all. It was like there was this unseen force pushing her somewhere she didn't want to go and she had no control over it.
Either way Rogue was leaving. Rogue was leaving, and he couldn't figure out what made her so important. He knew it wasn't her looks. I mean dam, he thought. She looked great but it wasn't that. For you to see Rogue's true beauty you had to really get to know her, and you needed to know what to look for. Rogue's beauty laid in her determination. Her determination to be someone better then she already was. But that's the way it goes. You have no control over what other people do you just have to try and guide them threw the decisions they make.
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And I could pretend and you won't know
That I was lying
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" Hey ya okay?" Rogue's calm voice surprised him. Remy looked over to her, and put on a fake smile. That way she wouldn't know how confused he really was.
" Remy's jus fine p'tite." He lied; he was an excellent liar, and excellent thief and liar. He had done something's that most people his age never would of thought of doing, he could come up with an answer to any question given to him and sound 100% sure of himself even if it was the wrong answer. Everything made sense for him. Everything but his feelings for Rogue.
They reached the cab and Remy being the gentle man that he was opened the door for Rogue and longingly watched her slide into the cab. He sighed and looked back at the mansion as if it was the last time he would ever see it. Maybe it was? He thought as he slid in behind Rogue.
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Authors Note: Okay let me know what you think. yes no maybe so? Anything PLEASE.
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Take Care, Rogue Star