Chapter 11 – End Game Part One
"Remember what?" Rogue asks Remy again. She searches his eyes for answers, but he turns away from her and starts walking.
"Chere..," he begins. How do I tell her? He thinks to himself. He looks at her as she catches up to him. She really has no idea. He stops and turns his body towards her, drawing her close to him. He rubs her arms through the fabric of her blouse, feeling the heat of her body even through his gloves.
"Remy," her voice is impatient. "What the hell is going on here?"
Sliding his hands down her forearms, he takes her hands in his and eases down her to the soft grass. Kneeling in front of her, he takes a steadying breath.
"Rogue. You…really don't remember?"
An exasperated sigh escapes her, and she tried to keep her temper in check. "Remember what!"
"Chere, you had some problems lately." He pauses to collect his thoughts. "About two months back, when y' were in Cadiz wit' t' others you had an episode. Y' 'member dat petite?"
"Yes," she replies hesitatingly. "Ah was in mah hotel room. Ro was there. Hank too. Ah…freaked out…an' blacked out ah guess. Woke up a bit later. Hank made me stay in bed t' get some rest. Ah fell asleep and when ah woke up the next mornin'…"
"…Y' didn't wake up the next mornin' Rogue."
It takes a moment to register what he said. "What?"
"Y' didn't wake up f' four days. Hank brought you back t' th' mansion. Jean's been workin' wit ya…"
Rogue stands up and begins to pace, her mind racing. She turns on him. "Whatdya mean four days? I woke up th' next mornin'. We found another Diary in a mausoleum. Sabertooth was there…"
"No." It tore at his heart to see her like this. Jean warned that she might have relapses, or chunks of time that she just wouldn't remember. Her minds way of protecting itself, she said. "Rogue, you ain't been well petite. You haven't been able to stay…in control o' the personalities in your head." He winced as he told her, knew how hard she fought to maintain that control; how she feared that she would one day loose it and drown in her own mind.
"No!" she gasps. "No…"
