Still working on the dreams chapter…please continue to send in your ideas.

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NIGHT FALLS

Rogue stood on the balcony of her room as Piotr lifted an unconscious Remy into his arms.  As he carried the boy out of the room, Rogue slid down the wall, her eyes unfocused.  Wanda rushed to her side, concerned.  "Are you all right?"  No response.  "Rogue?  Are you ok?  Rogue?  Rogue?" she asked, panicky. 

Rogue finally turned her head and looked at her roommate.  "Ahm fine," she replied shaken.  "Ahm fine.  Did Piotr take Remy back to his room?"

"Yes."

"Good.  Ah, ah gotta go."

Rogue ran out of the room and down the hall to the boy's wing.  She stayed around the corner until she spotted Piotr leaving Remy and Kurt's room, and then silently snuck in and observed the prone figure on the bed.  She walked cautiously over and set down beside Remy's figure.  "Why didncha tell anyone?" she whispered quietly.  "Yah know we coulda helped yah."  Rogue paused then lay down beside Remy, crossing her fingers that no one would come in while she displayed a show of good will—it just wasn't something she wanted them to know about.  But it was two hard to ignore the screams resounding in Remy's memories.

Piotr and Wanda walked slowly around the Xavier property.  "Do you like it here?" she suddenly asked.  Piotr looked at her questioningly.  "Here as in the Institute?  As in New York?  America?"

Wanda blushed.  "I just meant…here, I guess."

Piotr looked around the gardens.  "America is not how I always pictured it to be.  America was supposed to be the land of tolerance.  The land of freedom, where you are not persecuted for your differences.  They call it a melting pot.  But here, people are just as prejudice as in Siberia.  If you are different, you are not welcome.  Look at this 'Mutant Registration Act' they want to pass.  It is just another way to learn who to discriminate against." He paused and looked at his companion.  "I am sorry; I didn't mean to be so rude."

"It's ok.  I guess you miss your home."

"I do.  I miss my family.  But I cannot protect them anymore.  I do more harm when I'm around then good.  So I must stay away."

She attempted to reach out to him:  "That must be so hard for you.  If I was separated from my family, I think I would go crazy." 

Piotr abruptly turned away from her. 

Wanda paused, realizing her error.  "I'm sorry Piotr.  I didn't mean to make you upset.  I know you miss your family.  I'm sorry."

He forced a smile towards her.  "It is okay, Wanda.  I just believe that it is time for me to retire for the night."  He reached for her hand and drew it slowly towards his lips.  "Please sleep well."

Wanda stood her ground, watching the tall boy walk away.  She had screwed up by making that comment about going crazy, she knew she had.  He had just confessed how much he missed his family, and that was her condolence?  God, I am such an idiot.

Piotr walked the path slowly, praying Wanda would never learn his part in the erasing of her memories.

Rogue was half asleep when she felt Remy stir next to her.  She quickly pulled herself up and away from him.  Unfortunately for her, Remy noticed the sudden withdraw of warmth and found himself wide-awake immediately.  "Chere?"

"Don't get any ideas, Swamp Rat."

Remy smiled.  "Remy has plenty ideas, and Remy tinks you share dem."  He glanced around the darkened room, and confusion lit his face.  "Wait a minute.  How did Remy and his chere arrive in Remy's room?"

Rogue looked away.  "Ah absorbed you.  Piotr carried you here." 

Remy leaned in.  "Ya kissed me.  Remy remember.  And it took a while.  Remy see's his fille has gained control.  Remy be very happy about that."

Rogue looked over towards him.  "Remy don't know what he be talkin' about."

Remy pouted.  "Why chere be mockin' Remy.  Remy just wanna help chere learn about new…experiences."

"Yeah, Ahm sure you do, Swamp Rat.  But that ain't gonna happen, so put the idea outta ya head, or All drive it out" she raised her hand threateningly.

Remy just smirked. 

Rogue walked across the room, and looked out the window.  Remy followed her and drew back the curtains with one hand, the other he draped around Rogue's waist.  Almost unconsciously, Rogue allowed herself to lean back against Remy, her mind turning.

"So what is it Rogue is thinking so hard about?"  Remy whispered in a husky voice, dangerously close to Rogue's ear.

"About Henri.  And Genevieve."  She felt no change in Remy's stance, but noticed the deep breath that was exhaled behind her.  And for once, Remy was quiet.

"Yah memories are so loud." She whispered.

Remy let go of her and moved back towards his bed.  He sat down and looked at her.  "How much do ya know?"

"Just the end.  What happened Remy?"

He just looked away. 

"Yah can tell me.  Ah won't tell anyone else, Ah promise.  Just let me help."

"Remy stayed in Nawlings after Chere went home.  Jean-Luc  actin' like a father, for once, so Remy thought.  Turns out he needed Remy for a special job.  L'Etoile.  Prettiest you ever seen.  Emerald, green like chere's eyes.  Gen, she had 'acquired' the jewel, but Jean-Luc wanted it for himself.  So Remy an' Henri went to get it.  We played nice to Gen for a while, flirtin', what-not.  So one night, Henri takes Gen out, and Remy takes the star.  But when Remy get to where he an' Henri supposed to be meeting, Henri not there.  'Den Remy hear Gen scream on top o' the building.  Naturally, Remy goes up, and there is Remy's old teammate, Sabertooth.  He got Henri and Gen.  Both be hanging over the roof of the building.  He says give him the jewel, or both die.  Remy does the only thing he can.  He gives it up.  Sabertooth, he lets go of both ropes, and de both fall."

"So that's why you couldn't help with Apocalypse."

"Remy had other tings on his mind.  Remy had to find Sabertooth."

"But you didn't."

Remy shook his head, "No.  And I can't by myself.  "

"So that's why you're here," she whispered.

He brushed a piece of hair off her face.  "One of dem."  He began to lean in towards Rogue, then pulled back a little.  "If Remy give Rogue another kiss, how long until he wakes up?"

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Responses to Reviews

LladyRed—defiantly agree with the Piotr/Wanda combo.  He is the perfect foil to her character.  The problem now is dealing with Wanda's loss of memories, and as an Acolyte, Piotr's role in that.  Of course in the episode where she is brainwashed, Piotr is shown doing nothing but moving boxes (seriously, is that all Magneto had him for—to move boxes?  Isn't he shown doing that in another episode?), but he was still present at the time.  As for Bobby and Pyro, everytime I think of them together, I'm reminded of Robert Frost's "Fire and Ice":  "Some say the world will end in fire/Some say in ice/From what I've tasted of desire/I hold with those who favor fire/But if I had to perish twice/I think I know enough of hate/To say that for destruction, Ice/Is also great/And would suffice."

Moonlight Pheneonix3—thanks for the suggestion, I like the idea!

Ishalfandhalf­—I'm defiantly including that quote in the dream chapter, but I think I saw it in another story today, with a note to you!  Ha, we Evo writers are just relishing that quote, I guess.  LOL.

Just want to say thanks to everyone who liked the Jamie:  In Tights scene. 

R&R guys, plus I still need more dream ideas!

By the way, please do not flame me for adjusting Remy's history to fit my own needs.  I did not read the comic books, and only learned about the Henri/Gen storyline via the internet.  I couldn't see how Remy could work on a team with Sabertooth if this had already occurred, and I needed a reason for him to join the X-Men, and to explain why he missed the big battle—his brother had died and he was looking for the killer.