"Bed Of Roses"

((sorry, another semi-angst, but im sure you can see where this is leading… ROMY… runs alongside "million miles away" Accents go dodgy in places. R&R!! PLEASE!!))

Remy LeBeau yawn as he sat at his kitchen table, just listening to the radio, not really paying attention until 'Bed Of Roses' by Bon Jovi came on. He loved this song… Rogue had loved Bon Jovi come to think of it. That was terrible. He thought of her everytime he did something. He wondered if she'd approve of what he did before he did it, even though she wasn't there.

Sitting alone, he sung along to the lyrics quietly.


"~Sitting here wasted and wounded
at this old piano
Trying hard to capture
the moment this morning I don't know
'Cause a bottle of vodka
is still lodged in my head
And some blond gave me nightmares
I think she's still in my bed
As I dream about movies
they won't make of me when I'm dead~"

He smiled slightly. Yeah, that blonde was still in his bed, and she didn't belong there. Damn Belladonna… (A/N: I think shes blonde… Forgive me if she aint…) She HAD to go and ruin everything. And to top it all off, the kid probably wasn't even his… if Jean-Luc hadn't brought him up as a Gentleman, he woulda left Belladonna, even now, while she was pregnant. He was obliged to stay and find out if it was his. Mind you, if it wasn't, he could divorce her, finally… Then he and Rogue would be free…

…IF Rogue ever wanted to speak to him again of course.

"~With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
its own beat in my head
While we're talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
what you mean to me
And the truth is baby you're all that I need~"

"An need y' I do Chere…" he sighed. He'd drank more than ever since he left, waking up with pounding hangovers, only cured by more of the stuff that had caused it. He has to face facts.... Amee had told him so last week.... Or was it Louisa? Or Jessika? For all he remembered, it could have been any one of the faceless girls he had over the past.... well, since he left. "Remy need t' stop t'inkin' 'bout d' belle femme he daft 'nuf t' leave b'hind. An' all dis fer de 'onour of de famille...." he winced. "Why di'n't dis 'appen t' Henri?" Closing his eyes once again, he let the words wash over him, them being too true, and too close to his heart for him to sing.

~I want to lay you on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses~

"I keep m' promise Chere, one day.... Gambit al'as keeps promises.... He come back fer y'." He didn't even realise he was talking to himself, until he heard Belladonna's voice from the doorway.

"Now Remy, I hope y' aint talkin' 'bout one o' y' girlfriends...." She smirked coldly. "Y' know what Jean-Luc et Julien do t' y' if y' be untrue t' me. 'onour o' de Famille indeed." Her laughter was like breaking glass, and it grated on his nerves just as much. She had him right where she wanted him, and he knew it, and hated every second of it.

~Well I'm so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A king's ransom in dimes I'd given each night
Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or it's hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you~

"G' back t' bed Bella, Remy be up soon. Y' get some rest. Don' wan' y' 'urtin' de petite une." He chided softly, watching her back up the stairs, switching his attention back to Rogue, back to the Radio, and back to Bon Jovi.

~I'll just close my eyes and whisper,
baby blind love is true~

He smiled. He couldn't see Rogue, he didn't have a picture of her, and he still loved her. Not out-of-sight-out-of-mind. So was this it? The REAL thing?

"Non, Remy, don' be stupid. Gambit don' fall in love.... do he?"  he whispered, half afraid of the response, half-afraid Belladonna might hear him. "Remy can' fall in love.... not wi' Chere, not at de momen'.... Too complicat'd. N'est ce possible.... c'est?" Taking his cards out of his pocket, he thought on it for a moment, not concentrating, and dropping a card. It flipped over as it landed on the table, and he raised his eyebrow. The Queen of Hearts. "Remy t'ought he gave y' t' his Chere...." He frowned slightly, looking at it for a moment, then sliding it back in the deck, shuffling again. This time, he turned the top card over on the table, for a game of solitaire, and there she was again. The Queen of Hearts. He frowned more, then chastised the card. "Chere, Remy know y' like 'im, but y' don' have t' keep lookin'." He idly flipped the next card over, which landed at her 'feet'. HIS card.... the King of Hearts. "Look Chere. We meant t' be t'gether.... Don' like de way dis looks t'ough." He moved the King so it was next to her, her overlapping him slightly. "Dere! Remy's Queen in his arms. De way it should be Chere."  


~I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses~

He reached for his bottle of Whiskey, his best friend at the moment, only to find him unable to drink.... or rather, for the first time in ages, he didn't want one. Then he noticed the Queen once again.

"Y' lookin' at m'?" He questioned it softly, smiling, reaching for his cigarette packet instead, lighting it and taking a drag, his eyes falling on the Queen who seemed to be looking as though she was displeased. "'S okay Chere, 'S just de one.... aint gon' kill Gambit.... He comin' back.." After a minute of trying to convince a playing card he wasn't going to die of cancer from smoking, he stubbed it out. "Happy?" He stuck his tongue out at the card, then realised what he was doing.


~The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry
The barkeeper's wig's crooked
And she's giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died~

"Y' crackin' up. Y' talkin' t' a card an' stickin' y' tongue out at it...." He grinned. "Y' know Rogue have some sharper comment dan dis card do.... Look bett'r too." He moved over to the window and looked out, whispering to the night air. "Je t'aime Rogue."


~When you close your eyes
Know I'll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonight I won't be alone
But you know that don't
Mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove
For it's you that I'd die to defend~

"REMY!" Belladonna's voice came down the stairs, obvious that she was tired of waiting for him already.

"Comin'." He sighed, making his way up the stairs, stopping to kiss his fingertip and place it on Rogue's card. It made him feel a little better, knowing he had something that reminded him of her so much. Half-way up the stairs he smiled. Rogue would always be special to him. Sure, she might not be able to touch sometimes, but she was twice the woman Belladonna was. Hell, three times. And he was Rogues.... for as long as she wanted him, and even when she didn't.

~I want to lay you down on a bed of roses
For tonight I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses~