Today was the day, and when Rogue woke up, she found herself staring at a
white stuffed cat holding a box of chocolates.
Groaning, she sat up and picked it up, tilting her head to one side slightly. Laughing, she shook her head and got out of bed, her feet landing on a pile of rose petals. Looking down at the ground, she laughed, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she bent down to pick up a letter.
[i]Mon Chere, tonight you will be treated like a queen to a nice dinner! Until then, why don't you go on a little hunt to try and find the rest of your gifts?
Signed,
Your Remy[/i]
Laughing, Rogue put the letter down and got dressed, ready to go on a little hunt. ***
"Have you seen all of these gifts Remy left for me around the house?" Rogue asked Kitty as she picked up another pair of white roses from inside the chandelier. "He is just too much!"
"Are you sure you found all of them?" Kitty asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"I'm not sure, I only checked the rooms on the second floor and this chandelier." Rogue said. "Do you think you could help me find the others?" Smiling, Kitty shook her head.
"No can do with that, Rogue." She said. "I was forced to promise not to help you look for any of your gifts! It's supposed to keep you busy the whole day so that Remy has time to prepare!"
"That street rat!" Rogue laughed, shaking her head. "He must have been planning this for weeks!" ***
Remy had borrowed the Blackbird, flying to New Orleans to buy real and fresh ingredients for the dinner that he planned on cooking for Rogue. Walking through the French Quarter, he looked through all of the stores, buying fresh ingredients with a keen eye.
He was so absorbed in buying his ingredients that he didn't notice the shadow that followed him everywhere he went, watching him intently. ***
When night came, Kurt and Logan shared a worried look when Remy did not return. Rogue was anxious, wondering where and what Remy was doing.
"What are we going to do?" Logan asked, cocking an eyebrow to Kurt. Kurt bit his lower lip, trying to think of something.
"Stay on the look out for Remy, Logan." He said. "I will deal with Rogue all right?" Teleporting off, he found Rogue sitting on the porch, looking up at the stars in the sky.
"Rogue?" he asked.
"Was it all a stunt?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at him. "It couldn't have been, Remy wouldn't do that to me."
"Rogue, come on. We will wait at the table he had planned on taking you to." Kurt said, holding out his hand. Gently, he led her over to a table with two chairs, a vase filled with various beautiful flowers in the middle.
Sitting down, Rogue leaned forward and breathed in deeply of the flower's fragrance.
"They're lovely." She said softly. "What could be keeping him?" she asked.
"He's over in New Orleans." Kurt explained. "Maybe he was held up with something."
"That's right..." Rogue said softly. "Maybe that is his reason!" she smiled happily, hoping that was why. ***
Three hours later...
"I don't understand it..." Kurt said softly. "He should have been here..."
"I knew it..." Rogue whispered, shaking her head as tears began to fall. "He hates me for what happened in Antarctica."
"Nein, there must be a reason for it." Kurt insisted, taking her hand gently. "I am sure of it."
"Kurt, he should have been back by now! If he was in danger, he would have called it in or Xavier would have felt it all ready." Rogue said, her tears starting to fall harder now.
Biting his lower lip, Kurt didn't know what to do about his sister's crying. Getting out of his chair, he walked up and knelt down beside her, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle hug. Letting her tears fall more freely, Rogue hugged Kurt back, placing her face in the crook of his neck.
"It is all right, schwester." He whispered gently, rocking her slightly. "Everything will be all right in the end. I am here. I am not going to leave you." ***
Remy wasn't in danger. That shadow that had been following him was an old friend who had pounced on him once he left a spice store. The two started to talk and before Remy knew it, he was a half hour late to get back to get the dinner ready in time.
When his friend invited others over, Remy didn't protest and this made him an hour late to make dinner.
One of his friends brought beer to the party, and even though Remy tried to remain sober for a long time, he started to drink.
This is why he was just coming back now, drunk off his ass with his vision swirling. The only thing that saved him from crashing the Blackbird was the autopilot.
Staggering towards the spot where he was to meet, Rogue, he stopped still in the shadows, and narrowed his eyes to try and see better.
What he saw was Kurt hugging Rogue, and she had her face buried in the crook of his neck.
Groaning, she sat up and picked it up, tilting her head to one side slightly. Laughing, she shook her head and got out of bed, her feet landing on a pile of rose petals. Looking down at the ground, she laughed, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she bent down to pick up a letter.
[i]Mon Chere, tonight you will be treated like a queen to a nice dinner! Until then, why don't you go on a little hunt to try and find the rest of your gifts?
Signed,
Your Remy[/i]
Laughing, Rogue put the letter down and got dressed, ready to go on a little hunt. ***
"Have you seen all of these gifts Remy left for me around the house?" Rogue asked Kitty as she picked up another pair of white roses from inside the chandelier. "He is just too much!"
"Are you sure you found all of them?" Kitty asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"I'm not sure, I only checked the rooms on the second floor and this chandelier." Rogue said. "Do you think you could help me find the others?" Smiling, Kitty shook her head.
"No can do with that, Rogue." She said. "I was forced to promise not to help you look for any of your gifts! It's supposed to keep you busy the whole day so that Remy has time to prepare!"
"That street rat!" Rogue laughed, shaking her head. "He must have been planning this for weeks!" ***
Remy had borrowed the Blackbird, flying to New Orleans to buy real and fresh ingredients for the dinner that he planned on cooking for Rogue. Walking through the French Quarter, he looked through all of the stores, buying fresh ingredients with a keen eye.
He was so absorbed in buying his ingredients that he didn't notice the shadow that followed him everywhere he went, watching him intently. ***
When night came, Kurt and Logan shared a worried look when Remy did not return. Rogue was anxious, wondering where and what Remy was doing.
"What are we going to do?" Logan asked, cocking an eyebrow to Kurt. Kurt bit his lower lip, trying to think of something.
"Stay on the look out for Remy, Logan." He said. "I will deal with Rogue all right?" Teleporting off, he found Rogue sitting on the porch, looking up at the stars in the sky.
"Rogue?" he asked.
"Was it all a stunt?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at him. "It couldn't have been, Remy wouldn't do that to me."
"Rogue, come on. We will wait at the table he had planned on taking you to." Kurt said, holding out his hand. Gently, he led her over to a table with two chairs, a vase filled with various beautiful flowers in the middle.
Sitting down, Rogue leaned forward and breathed in deeply of the flower's fragrance.
"They're lovely." She said softly. "What could be keeping him?" she asked.
"He's over in New Orleans." Kurt explained. "Maybe he was held up with something."
"That's right..." Rogue said softly. "Maybe that is his reason!" she smiled happily, hoping that was why. ***
Three hours later...
"I don't understand it..." Kurt said softly. "He should have been here..."
"I knew it..." Rogue whispered, shaking her head as tears began to fall. "He hates me for what happened in Antarctica."
"Nein, there must be a reason for it." Kurt insisted, taking her hand gently. "I am sure of it."
"Kurt, he should have been back by now! If he was in danger, he would have called it in or Xavier would have felt it all ready." Rogue said, her tears starting to fall harder now.
Biting his lower lip, Kurt didn't know what to do about his sister's crying. Getting out of his chair, he walked up and knelt down beside her, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle hug. Letting her tears fall more freely, Rogue hugged Kurt back, placing her face in the crook of his neck.
"It is all right, schwester." He whispered gently, rocking her slightly. "Everything will be all right in the end. I am here. I am not going to leave you." ***
Remy wasn't in danger. That shadow that had been following him was an old friend who had pounced on him once he left a spice store. The two started to talk and before Remy knew it, he was a half hour late to get back to get the dinner ready in time.
When his friend invited others over, Remy didn't protest and this made him an hour late to make dinner.
One of his friends brought beer to the party, and even though Remy tried to remain sober for a long time, he started to drink.
This is why he was just coming back now, drunk off his ass with his vision swirling. The only thing that saved him from crashing the Blackbird was the autopilot.
Staggering towards the spot where he was to meet, Rogue, he stopped still in the shadows, and narrowed his eyes to try and see better.
What he saw was Kurt hugging Rogue, and she had her face buried in the crook of his neck.