Author's Note: The seventh installment. YAY!! We're nearing the end. Just so y'all know. This chappy, I promise, two breakdowns, a makeout scene, and a proposal. It's not what you think, trust me. And so y'all don't murder me, I should add that none of those things involve R&R, directly at least. So, the section intro is in Gambit's voice, so we're clear. ^_^ Just being my usual helpful self.

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"talking" - 'thinking' - .::POV::. - section intro/foreign languages

Sometimes

by, Caliente

Going Through the Motions

It's strange. When y'feel empty like dis. Like yo' heart's turned t'stone an' you're soul has died. But what can y'do? As much as y'want t'lay down an' die, y' can't. It ain't fair. But it's life. So y'pick yo'self up an' move. Do what has t'get done. Go t'rough de motions. It's all y'can do.

.::Remy::.

There were flowers everywhere. The most beautiful buds ever to be seen by any of the mansion residents. The instantly knew that most must have been from Ororo's garden because nowhere else would one be able to get such flowers in Westchester. A startlingly gorgeous combination of pastels, the mansion yard had never looked more beautiful.

"Whoa," was all Bobby could utter as he took in the scene before him. Remy resisted rolling his eyes as he offered his arm to the Iceman's date, the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club. The woman normally clad in white was wearing a pale blue dress out of respect for the bride. Or so she claimed. But Remy had heard a rumor that the bleach blonde was in delicate condition. In the light, Gambit thought he could see her showing a bit. One had to wonder if Bobby was mature enough to be a father. Or even if the kid was his.

"Here y'are," Remy told the couple as he handed Emma off to her beau, though, not without a wink.

Emma nodded regally as she took Bobby's hand. "Thanks man," the prankster said, clapping Remy on the shoulder. "Good to have you home."

"No problem Robert," Remy replied with a shrug before heading back to his ushering duties. He passed Sam halfway, as he escorted Cecelia, and gave him a wave.

"Okay Remy, we only have about five more minutes," Scott informed the Cajun before offering his arm to Elektra. Her date appeared to be a blind man. Murdock or something like that.

The Acadian again fought not to roll his eyes. The man was even trying to be a leader at Ororo's wedding. He glanced at the front and saw Logan pacing back and forth, listening to whatever Kurt was saying. Never before had Remy seen Logan so nervous, and the two had battled quite a few foes together. Though he would never admit it verbally, he was jealous of the short Canadian. He was going to marry the woman he loved and have a baby with her. And Remy? He had lost the woman he loved. Shaking his head, Gambit moved to escort Paige, giving her a small wink as he took her arm. Remy was sure he could feel Warren's glare aimed at the back of his head, and he gave the young girl a peck on the cheek just to annoy the rich playboy. "Here y'go chere," he drawled with a seductive smile.

"Th-thanks Remy," Paige stuttered, her face quite red. Warren took her arm and seated her without another glance at the demon eyed man.

'I still got it,' the charming man thought with a smirk. 'Not that I ever thought I lost it…' "Hello, what's dis?" Remy wondered as he noticed something happening off to the side. "I t'ink I need t'gouge my eyes out now," he muttered as he wandered back over to the escort area.

"What was that?" Sam asked, with James Hudson watching the two Southerners curiously.

"Tessa an' Bishop…" Remy trailed off, making a face.

"What?" Now even Scott was in on it, wondering what had the thief so put off.

"Dey be goin' at it like two bunnies on crack," he told the other groomsmen.

"That's totally inappropriate," the fearless leader exclaimed. "I should go…"

"Hold on, y'really wan' t'break dat up?" Gambit asked incredulously. "'Cause Cyke, I don' t'ink he listened to M'sieu Wolvie 'bout de gun t'ing."

The man with the red sunglasses gulped slightly. "Ah'll go," Sam volunteered with a shrug. "If nothin' else, 'least Ah'm invulnerable."

The other three nodded, none of them wanting to be Sam very much at that moment. James moved to escort his wife, while Scott ushered Piotr away from his son, assuring him that he would be looked after. Remy turned to Callisto, who had just arrived, and offered her an arm. She hesitantly accepted, and the Cajun was tempted to ask her if she was invited at all. But she and Ororo had been friends, so perhaps she was.

The last guests seemed to materialize in their seats, so the groomsmen, including a scandalized Sam and angry Bishop, made their way to the front. The music started…

.::Rogue::.

"Oh Ororo," Kitty gasped when the bridesmaids saw their friend in her wedding gown. She was positively glowing. Her dress was a simple strapless white gown. The top portion was fitted, luckily she wasn't showing yet, and the skirt was full length. She had chosen not to wear heals, considering the fact that she was already taller than her husband-to-be. Her long white hair was pulled up in a twist, with a crown of white and pale blue flowers on her head. The flowers seemed to bring out her eyes even more. She wore no jewelry, save her engagement ring, and no bride was ever more stunning.

Immediately Jubilee, Jean, and Kitty began to chatter about the wedding decorations. Tessa hung back, appearing to be uncomfortable with the subject at hand, while Rogue watched the four women talk. Somehow her heart felt heavier. But she forced those feelings away.

"So, 'Ro, ya got somethin' old, somethin' new, somethin' borrowed, an' somethin' blue?" Rogue asked, joining the conversation.

"Well, my garter is old, it belonged to my aunt," Ororo started, "my dress is new, my flowers are blue, but I do believe I am missing something borrowed."

"Here," Jean unclasped her silver tennis bracelet. "You can borrow this from me, but I do need it back. It was an anniversary gift from Scott. For our ten years. Can you believe it?" Her smile grew even brighter. "I think it'll give you good luck."

"Yeah," Jubilee agreed. "'Cause with Wolvie you're gonna need, like, all the help you can get chica. Can you imagine him changing diapers?"

The women shared a laugh at that image. The big bad Wolverine trying to fit diapers on a baby. Yeah right. "Well all I know is that he was an equal partner in making this baby, so he had better be an equal partner in taking care of it," Ororo stated trying to hide her grin.

"So where are you guys going for your honeymoon?" Kitty asked, her eyes sparkling. "Petey and I went to Russia, so we could visit his family. We figured it didn't really matter where we went because we would hardly leave the room," she winked at the others, "so we might as well go see his family since they couldn't make the wedding."

"Sounds fun," Jubilee remarked with a slight sarcastic edge. "I always wondered how you got pregnant so fast." Kitty's smile was all the answer they needed.

Rogue let out a whistle and smiled at the younger girl. "Damn. Maybe Ah shoulda taken Peter up on his offer when we discovered we could touch." Kitty glared at her friend, with a slightly shocked expression. "Ah'm just jokin' sugah."

"Well, when Scott and I were married, we didn't have much time for a honeymoon," Jean comment, trying to alleviate the tension. "But he's made it up to me every anniversary by taking me somewhere for a week. We've been to the Bahamas, Mediterranean, San Diego, Hawaii, Florida, and a bunch of others."

"That sounds nice," Ororo commented with a smile. "Logan and I have decided to go to Italy. It was my request because I have never been. Not even with all the traveling the X-Men do. I figured it would be fun to ride on a gondola and visit the shops of Milan."

"Sounds lovely," Jean agreed. "Especially in the spring. The weather will be wonderful."

"Yeah. I can't believe Wolvie agreed though. I would have expected him to ask you to go camping in Canada or something," Jubilee quipped with a mischievous grin.

Again the girls were laughing. That's when Rogue noticed Tessa was suspiciously absent. "Hey, where'd Sage get ta?"

"I do not know…" Ororo started, only to have the human computer race in.

The five women were surprised at her state. Her dress was askew and her hair was messed up. "What's wrong?" Kitty asked in a worried tone. "Are we under attack or something?"

"Not exactly," Tessa replied with a very faint blush on her cheeks. "We need to go," she grabbed a comb and ran it through her hair while Jubilee straitened her dress. "It's time."

The bridesmaids wrapped the bride in a large hug, and then they began the trek out to the yard. Rounding up the flower girl and ring bearer, luckily the rings were tied down, the group finally made it out to the aisle. The music started…

.::Neutral POV::.

The wedding was a beautiful sight. All of the bridesmaids were radiant, though none outshined the bride. The love radiating from the happy couple was just beautiful to watch. Remy tried to pay attention to the ceremony, but he found his eyes drawn to his favorite Southern belle. Her eyes were glued to the bride and groom, watching them with rapt attention, tears flowing down her face. He listened with half an ear as Kurt went through the ceremony. She never looked more sad, or more beautiful, to him and it was all he could do not to shout to the world that he loved her. Before he knew it, the ceremony was over and he was escorting Jean towards the mansion for the reception. She patted his arm comfortingly as they walked, not bothering to talk telepathically. There was nothing she could say to comfort either Southerner. They were just going to have to work it out on their own.

Jean cast a quick glance back at Rogue and found her chatting amiably with her escort, completely ignoring her Gambit dilemma. Catching her eyes, Rogue forced a smile onto her face. She might love Jean like a sister, but Rogue didn't feel she needed the other woman's pity. Moments later, Rogue became distracted as she entered the ballroom to find it completely transformed. It seemed like a million beautiful flowers were spread, most still attached to their roots. "That's Ororo for ya," she commented to Sam. "Never one ta hurt mother nature, whenever possible."

The blonde boy nodded his agreement as he looked around the room with interest. "Ah just wonder where she got all o' 'em. Ah mean, it's spring an' all, but there ain't too many places that carry these exotic flowers."

Rogue flashed the younger man a dazzling smile. "Sugah, I'm pretty sure most o' 'em are her own. From the garden an' attic an' such. Those flowers are practically her children, she wouldn't leave 'em outta the weddin'."

For a moment, her follow Southerner looked at her like she was crazy. But then he laughed. Because, despite the absurdity, it was the truth. Well, who ever said the X-Men were without quirks. His laughter was contagious, and Rouge found herself joining in. It was nice to laugh. It felt like it had been years since she had just laughed.

"Nice to hear you laughing lieb," a voice commented from behind her. The Incredible Nightcrawler was smiling at his foster sister, showing of his slightly pointed teeth. "Zere has not been enough laughter as of late." Sam waved a farewell, as he moved to mingle with some of the other guests.

"No, Kurt, there hasn't," Rogue agreed somberly. Then she allowed a small smile to surface. "Ya did a beautiful job with the ceremony."

"Ach, it vas nothing," he replied with a small amount of blush turning his fur a violet color. Glancing up, he saw the caterers preparing to place food on the plates. Smiling devilishly, he stated, "I must be going. Ze buffet table is calling mein name."

With a BAMF, the blue elf disappeared in a cloud of smoke. "An' Ah just lost my appetite," Rogue comment, gagging.

"More for me than," Bobby called to his old friend. He wrapped her in a quick hug before continuing, "Haven't seen you around much lately. How you been?"

Ignoring his question, Rogue smiled at the Iceman. "Ya need it," she told him with a smirk. "Bet Emma has ya up at three in the mornin' ta get her Chunky Monkey ice cream and spinach. Or somethin' equally gross. Ya know what they say 'bout pregnant women an' cravin's…"

Letting out a laugh, his blue eyes seemed to light up slightly. "It's worth it Rogue," he responded. "I'm gonna be a father." His voice dropped slightly as he added, "For real this time."

"Aw, don't let Opal get ya down. She was never good enough fo' ya anyway." 'Not that Emma is or anything.' Rogue smiled at him, feeling genuinely happy for him. "So, are you an' Emma…" she trailed off gesturing to the bride and groom, currently making their way to their table.

"How could I give up my rowdy bachelor ways?" he joked with a strained smile.

His lame joke was a sure sign that he wasn't interested in continuing in that vein of conversation. "Right sugah, ya keep tellin' yerself that." Offering him one last smile, she moved away. "Ah'm gonna go get seated. Ah'll see ya later."

"'Bye," he called after her, with a wave. At that point, Emma decided to grab his arm and drag him over to their table. "Who're we sitting with Em?" he inquired curiously.

"How should I know?" she snapped with a frown. "Just because I'm a telepath–"

"I was just curious," Bobby interrupted with a shrug. "No need to get testy about it."

"Testy? Testy?" The former White Queen seemed to be in shock. "Robert Drake, how dare you?! I'm carrying your baby and you have the audacity to–"

"Bon sior Robert," a friendly voice cut into the woman's rant. "An' Emma o' course. How're you?"

"Just fine thank you Gambit," Emma assured him snootily. "We were just heading to our seats, weren't we dear?"

"Yeah," the normally jovial prankster agreed unenthusiastically. "Good to see you again." As the couple walked away, Bobby mouthed, 'Thank you,' over his shoulder with a relieved grin.

Remy smiled and shook his head at the two. "S'pose I should be heading t'my table too," he remarked to himself. "Let's see…" he glanced at the place card he held. "Number 13. Appropriate."

When he reached the table, he noticed it was made up of the oddest combination of people. There was Kurt, already stuffing his face; Lorna, taping her fingernails in an uninterested sort of way; an odd looking woman who Remy recalled as Stacy X, glaring at Husk and Archangel; Jono, also glaring at Husk and Archangel; Cecelia, looking more than a little uncomfortable at the weird tension that was as apparent as the food on the table; and Tabby carrying on a conversation with Maverick. Remy shrugged and took his seat, the only one left open, between Kurt and Lorna.

The green haired vixen immediately assumed a slightly predatory expression as she looked Gambit over. "Mmm, you're looking good Gambit," she said, sliding closer to the thief.

"Uh, t'anks p'tite," he replied with a confused expression. He had heard that she wasn't dating Alex anymore, and what happened with the look-alike at her bachelorette party, but if anything, he expected her to be embarrassed when she saw him. Not attempt to seduce him. "Y'look nice too."

"Thank you," she purred into his ear, nibbling on it slightly.

"Uh, Kurt," Remy addressed the blue man stuffing his face next to him. "Could I have," Lorna's hand was moving up his leg very quickly, "a word wit' you?" He stood. "Over there." All but dragging the poor man, the Acadian moved a few feet away. "Switch seats with me. Please."

"Vhy?" Kurt managed around a mouthful of something or other.

Gambit glanced at Lorna at the table, who waved back seductively. "I t'ink y'know why," he replied. "De femme is cracked. Few screws loose if y'get my drift…"

"Fine," the blue elf told his Cajun friend, withholding the laughter her felt at the situation. Lorna was making the ragin' Cajun uncomfortable with her sexuality. How ironic.

The two men headed back to the table, Kurt moving his plate to Remy's place and vice versa. Lorna pouted at him for a moment before seeing Annie and Alex with Carter, naturally. Ah, another dysfunctional relationship. She began to glare and seethe at them. Now seated between Kurt and Cecelia, who he had never met before, he felt much more relieved. Glancing around the table again, Remy pondered the irony of having an entire table filled with people pining for unavailable people, even if some tried to ignore it. Gambit didn't miss the looks Tabby was shooting Sam, or the way Maverick tried desperately to keep her attention. Even Kurt glanced wistfully at his former flame, Jimaine… or was it Amanda. No matter. Only Cecelia seemed immune to table 13's curse. Sighing dejectedly, he began to pick at the food he had grabbed for himself. Nothing seemed appetizing.

"Times like this, I almost wish…" Cecelia started, not really addressing anybody. She trailed off, apparently fighting off tears.

"What's wrong chere?" Remy questioned, curious at what made the good doctor so upset.

"…Hank was here," she finished quietly, a few stray tears running down her cheeks. "It's practically unbearable, and I hate feeling that way. How unfair. That he should die so I can live." She began to breathe faster as she half ranted, half hyperventilated. "Live for what? He was my life. I wanted to be with him… but he never knew. If only I had been strong enough to tell him. To confess the truth. But, in the end, he saved me anyway. Without ever knowing that I had fallen in love with him."

"'m sure he knew," Remy attempted to comfort her. 'Yep, this really is the dysfunctional table.'

"How could he have?" Cecelia pondered in a defeated tone. "How could he know I loved him when I never told him?" She wiped her eyes angrily. "What a fool I was. Thinking I had all the time in the world. And then when I got sick, not wanting to burden him. I tried to ignore the way I felt, even went as far as to reject his blatant advances. I must have hurt him. Yet still he did it. Sacrificed himself for me. I should have died. Not him. Never him. He didn't deserve it."

"Nobody ever does," Remy agreed, pulling her into an awkward hug. "But 'm sure he knew. He probly saw through yo' fear. Into yo' heart. An' dat's why he saved you. 'Cause he loved you an' wanted you t'have anot'er chance at life."

Sniffling a few times, Cecelia calmed herself. "I'm sorry. I– I don't even know you. You must think I'm an idiot." Gambit moved to argue but she cut him off. "Thank you for listening. I think I'll go clean myself up a bit." She smiled tightly at the Cajun before leaving the table.

"See, zere are more dysfunctional people zan you and Rogue," Kurt piped up after devouring everything on his plate.

Suddenly a cry ripped through all of the wedding guests' conversations. "Robert Drake!" the normally calm Emma Frost cried out, tears forming in her eyes. "Aren't you ever going to propose to me? I mean, I'm carrying your child for fuck's sake."

"She's not wrong about de fuck part…" Remy whispered to Kurt with a knowing smirk. The blue elf just tried not to laugh; it was a sensitive subject after all.
The shocked Iceman tried to placate his distraught girlfriend. "I did ask Em," the young man attempted to soothe, wrapping his arms around her. "You said, 'Not until after the baby's born. I want to see if we can make it work for us, not for a kid.'"

The former White Queen pushed his arms away, tears starting to fall. "And you listened to me? Of course I want to marry you, you stupid Icicle. I'm just…"

"Scared?" Bobby supplied with a knowing smile but nervous eyes. He reached into his inside blazer pocket and handed her a small box. "So am I."

"Ah would be too, if Ah was gettin' that whack job for a wife," Rouge muttered to Kitty, who seemed to wholeheartedly agree. This was the White Bitch after all. For the couple's part, neither party seemed aware of their mostly silent audience.

Emma opened the box slowly, as if in shock. But shock quickly turned to awe as she saw a beautiful platinum band with a rather large square-cut diamond in the center of it. "Robert…"

Gently taking the box from his pregnant girlfriend, the prankster got down on one knee. "Emma Frost, who I love dearly, and is carrying my child, will you do me the immense honor of being my bride?" The former villain was wide-eyed, and for once, couldn't seem to formulate a response. Smiling slightly at the sight of a stunned Emma, Bobby rose and took her hands in his. "Marry me Emma? Let's start our family the right way. Together."

"I– I can't," the woman stuttered, her mascara running lines down her face. She promptly picked up the hem of her dress and raced out of the room.

Bobby didn't look much better, his crestfallen expression saying it all. "Sorry for the interruption," he muttered to the happy couple as he too made his way from the hall, more dejected than ever.

"Whoa. I don't think I've ever seen Emma so…" Jubilee trailed off, unsure how to continue.

"Emotional?" Kitty supplied with a smirk. "About damn time. But I don't understand why she said no. I mean, she may be a," the young mom glanced around to make sure her son was out of hearing range, "bitch, but she seemed genuinely upset. Kinda took all the fun out of it, ya know?"

"Yeah," Rogue agreed, albeit grudgingly. "Maybe…" Rogue glanced down the table to where Remy was seated and inadvertently frowned. "Maybe she thought it was for the best. Maybe she thought she'd save herself some pain. Maybe she doesn't think he really loves her."

Kitty and Jubilee watched Rogue become lost in her own world. Jubilee turned to Wolvie's other protégé and whispered, "Are we still talking about Emma?"

Letting out a small laugh, Kitty shook her head. "Not by a long shot." Raising her voice she continued, "Why don't you just talk to him?"

"Bobby?" Rogue questioned with a wrinkled brow. "Ah think he wants ta be alone. An' even if he doesn't, Warren's gone after him." She let out a little snort. "Funny how nobody went after Emma…"

"No Rogue," Kitty stated while rolling her eyes. "Remy."

"Yeah," Jubilee chimed in. "Ya think we haven't noticed you stealing glances at him all night? 'Cause we have."

Rogue raised her eyebrows at the other women in surprise. "Oh, why don't ya go dance with yer husband," she grumbled to Kitty. Noticing Jubilee about to object she added, "Don't think Ah didn't see ya with Sam earlier. He thought he was so slick, askin' me fo' dancin' lessons. Y'all think Ah didn't know it was so he could dance with you? Wrong." The blush on Jubilee's cheeks was all the answer she needed. "Leave me be."

"Fine," Mrs. Rasputin agreed. "I've barely seen my husband all night." She glanced at Jubilee and rolled her eyes. "We're going." She stressed the "we" as she dragged the young Asian away. An angry bitter Rogue is not a Rogue one wants to mess with. Kitty knew from experience.

Rogue watched them go, her sad eyes moving over to the happy couple. They were having their first dance. It really was romantic. Like all of those romance novels she used to read. Where everything worked out in the end. Too bad life wasn't like that. Correction her life. Sniffing slightly, she managed to discreetly wipe a few stray tears away.

An accented voice pulled her from her thoughts as it spoke to her, "May I have this dance chere?"

Second Author's Note: I feel the need to explain myself a li'l. Firstly, Cecelia's breakdown was a metaphor for the way Remy treated Rogue last chappy. And Emma's breakdown is a metaphor for the way Rouge feels about Remy. Also, just thought I'd point out that the reason I put in so many breakdowns is 'cause weddings tend to make people (mostly women) emotional. It's just kinda the way it is. The make out scene between Tessa and Bishop was just kinda randomness, them acting on their pent up sexual tension. That about covers it. Rogue and Remy will be interacting more next chappy. Promise. Oh, and evil cliffy, huh?? ^_^ No worries, I'll update in a few days.

Review Responses: Thank you everyone!! I feel SO loved!! :^D Don't forget to drop me a line. Like it?? Hate it?? I wanna know!! - RealityDreamer: Aw, shucks. *blushes* You're too kind. I'm glad you like it!! YAY!! Thanks for reviewing. - Katrina5: Glad you like the long reunion. I think it's better that way. ^_^ Fight might be a bit strong of a term, maybe disagree slightly. Payback for Antarctica. That works. :^D All will be explained, someday. Maybe even someday soon. I just had Rachel be like I was at that age. Annoying. :P J/K Glad you liked the comic relief. - Remy's ange: Just some pop culture jokes. Fun for all. The whole Northstar/Rogue thing comes from "The Asgardian Wars" crossover between Alpha Flight and the X-Men. Rogue had a small crush on Jean-Paul before she absorbed him, discovering he was gay. They became friends after the incident. Sam's a good guy, he'd help Piotr round up the li'l ones. Tessa/Bishop, are they or aren't they?? I think you know the answer now. ^_~ Ew to Annie. I agree. I just hate her. *gags* Yes, Alex and Annie are together… but you're right. Grossness. Not a fan. Well, Emma and Bobby are having a few problems, as you can see, but I like 'em together too. Not sure why, I just do. Gambit will explain himself (finally) next chappy. Promise. And all may be good. Maybe not. I think the ending's good… but what do I know?? I'm just the authoress. Even if it's not, I control all. MUA-HA-HA!! *people look at authoress strangely* Er, thanks for reviewing. - Jean1: Gambit left on a mission. He never returned, like they originally thought he would. Why he never returned will be explained next chappy. Glad you like the rest of the premise. ^_^ Thanks for reviewing!! - Risty: Nah. I like Rachel better too. Jean's just so, bleh. Rogue and Remy, they have issues, that's for sure. Yelling is just part of it… an entertaining part. ^_^ Beak and Angel made a fun cameo, I thought about throwing in some New Mutants too, but I figured that I'd just stick with the NXM and UXM kids. Less confuzzling. Thanks for the sweet review!! - Jukebox: Next chappy, excuses (or reasons) galore. Promise. Ditto on the forgiveness stuff. ^_^ My very own ragin' Cajun… yummy!! *grins like a loon* Rogue's way works too, I suppose. :P Thank you for the review!! - Ishandahalf: Uhm, glad you are happy. *backs away from rambling reviewer* Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, it's the age old argument. My brother taught me how to hotwire a car when I was 7, now (10 years later) I don't remember. And am bitter. Grrr… But, I feel for you. Remy, hotwiring, shirtless… oops, I didn't write that in. Oh well, in my fantasy… *drools* Well, about him not seeing Rogue, see, she's living at her own house and he's staying at the mansion. Why would they see each other unless she goes there or he comes to her. And, obviously, they wouldn't 'cause they have issues. Nervous Remy, just another part of his complex personality ^_~ Canadian power!! Some of the best characters are Canadian. Northstar, Wolvie, all of Alpha Flight… the list goes on. Notice how none of them say "eh" tho?? What's up with that. :P Remy's jealousy… another aspect of that complex personality I mentioned. I thought about having them be civil, like chapter 3, but I figured Rogue would be more bitter, after her whole regret thing, and Remy would be more depressed, after his regret thing. Remy's condescending attitude, 'nother piece o' that complex personality. Remy's reason for not returning will be explained next chappy. Promise. To defend Gumbo, he was in shock when she told him. He tried to respond but it was TOO late. *cries* Poor guy. Poor girl. Poor everybody who has to deal with their drama. *sobs* Stop twitching girl, I swear, I've taken years off your life!! Oh, and by the by, hope ya don't mind me borrowing your catch phrase. It just fit so nicely with Tessa and Bishop's situation. :^D - Aro: Wow. You're not random at all. It's okay, I like it. ^_^ Interesting is one way to put it. And, hehe, to the X2 ref. I LOVED that movie, even if they didn't put Remy in. *sniff* Evilness!! Uh, *scrolls past movie stuff*, updated today. Soon enough?? 'Course Rogue still loves him. Duh. How else would this be a R&R?? Complicated funness. And, there will be explanations next chappy. All will come clear. YAY!! :^D Thanks!! - Panther Nesmith: Hmm… better than you expected. That's good, right?? :P Idiots… well, yeah. They're trying to protect each other, themselves… stupid heroics. Yep, pretty much. Romantic does tend to go hand-in-hand with weddings. Unfortunately, in this chappy at least, that didn't really happen for 'em. There's always the next one. ^_~ Worked for Sam and Jubes tho… But I digress. Thanks. You're UBER sweet!! - Kitsu Black: Intense. That's a nice way of putting it. :^D Aw, you love it?? Thanks!! You're TOO kind!! - T.: Great. Stop, you're giving me a (bigger – shut up conscience) ego. My schizophrenia is kicking in. Rogue's the passionate type, I think she'd hold on. It is Remy after all. *sighs like a pathetic fangirl* And Remy is obsessing about it now. :P You're UBER sweet!! Thanks. - Star-of-Chaos: Good at angst. Yes, I do believe it is my forte. Thank you tho. It's UBER sweet of you to say. And a round of applause?? Wow. Cool. *bows* *family stares at authoress like she is crazy* Er, anyway, tied you're stomach up in knots tho?? I guess that's better than Ish's twitchiness, right?? *sigh* I'm sending my reviewers to early graves left and right. Not on purpose mind you. *does Dr. Evil laugh* You didn't hear that. - DemonicGambit: Damn that Remy!! They do need to be happy, this is true. Perhaps they will get their act together soon… maybe next chappy?? True, Joe is dead. RIP, right?? Happy ending?? 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