Disclaimer : Any reference to Prue belongs to foofighta. Also, the title of this chapter isn't my invention, it's the chorus of a very very old folkloric French song, La claire fontaine. Oh, and some of the characters aren't mine. I borrowed them without telling the owner (which is kinda like stealing, but not quite). Once again, sorry for the mistakes…

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Il y a longtemps que je t'aime, jamais je ne t'oublierai *

She got up from her chair the same time as everyone, and walked to the door, feeling Remy's eyes burning a hole in her back. She should talk to him, she thought, and sighed, stopping in the corridor outside the mansion's kitchen. She saw Louis waving to her, and heading outside, while Hank walked to the elevator door, going down to check on his patient. She felt a pinch thinking about Antoine downstairs, but she sighed, and turned. Remy was there, leaning on the doorframe, his hands in his pockets. He was wearing his weekend jeans, she noticed, the ones he wore when he worked on his motorcycle or his car with Louis, along with the dark blue t-shirt she remembered giving him when she was twelve. She finaly lifted her head to meet his eyes, and nearly broke into tears. His face was dark with concern, and she could read all the guilt he felt inside of him in his eyes. It was something she never saw in her father's eyes, and knowing he could very well hide these feelings under a perfect poker face, she could easily guess he wanted her to see it. She looked deep into the sad crimson and golden depths and surprisingly enough, it was him who looked away, staring at the floor at their feet.

"Y'still mad at me, aren't you." It wasn't a question, and she felt a pang of guilt about letting him think she hated him.

"No" she whispered, but loud enough so he could hear it. He looked up at her.

"Non?" he repeated. She swallowed and nodded.

"Non. I… Louis told me. About what you showed him, and what I didn't see when Prue showed me some of your souvenirs." He sighed and ran his hands in his hair.

"I wish y'haven't seen dat."

"And I wish you'd told us about that long ago."

He stared at her eyes for a long moment, then shook his head. "Non, I couldn't tell you. I… I've been through a lot trying to get pardon from de X-Men and y'mother, Josée. And from m'self as well." He looked down at his hands. "I couldn't imagine m'self in a situation where I had to explain my past mistakes to my own children." He chuckled cynicaly, and looked back at her. "A situation like dis one."

"You don't have to, papa. I believe you." His hands dropped to his sides, and he tilted his head to the left.

"Y'really do?" She half-shrugged, a smile on her lips. His eyes lighten, and her smile grew larger. She knew she had her mother's smile.

"I always did, papa. You're my father." She walked the step separating her from him, and circled his waist with her arms, leaning her head on his chest and closing her eyes as her cheek brushed the soft coton of his shirt. She loved her father's cologne, and images of her whole childhood related to that smell drifted in her mind as she sighed with relief of having her father back. She felt the cucoon of warmth and security close around her as he hugged her, gently rubbing her back and kissing the top of her head.

"Je t'aime, ma chouette."**

"Je t'aime aussi, papa."

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He felt his mind drift away from sleep, and moaned. Not now, he didn't want to wake up from painless dreams to come back in a bruised body. Not that he was hurt a lot physicaly anymore. His neck had entirely healed, according to Hank, and his plastic cast had been removed from his neck. Even his burnt chest was healed, leaving the skin to shed a bit. The only reasons he was still in the med bay was because Hank wanted him under supervision for a few days, to make sure he was okay, and because he still had a few psychological bruises to heal. It had been five days since he woke up, and he had seen the face of every living creature on the mansion grounds, even Thing, a huge old cat Remy had brought to him when he had heard Antoine had one at home. The seventeen years old black and white cat now layed curled up in a ball at the feet of the bed, a constant purr coming out of it's body. Everyone had come to say hello and wish him well, except for Josée.

Maybe she was just hiding in her house, he could see it through the window. Maybe she was just waiting for him to heal and go back home, so she can act like she never saw him.

He had news for her.

He had accepted Xavier's proposition of staying at the X-Mansion. He was going to become an X-Man. And Josée would have to live with it, wheter she wanted it or not. But he would prefer it if she wanted it.

He sighed, more hurt than he wanted to pretend to. The last time they'd talk, she learned he was working for Sinister, and turned her back on him. And the time before, they had a fight and he ran away in his car like the fool he was, and wrecked his car. Was he really hoping she come running to him, a wide smile on her beautiful face? He closed his eyes, concentrating on trying to fall asleep again. He opened them again, though, when he heard the door of the room open. Talk about the wolf…

He quickly looked back at his hands in his lap when he met her eyes, and he heard her slowly walk to the chair next to his bed. He carefuly avoided her look the whole time she came near him, and sat down, and he closed his eyes and swallowed when he heard her sigh.

"Hank told me you were better."

"I've seen worse" he answered, his eyes set on his hands. Why was she there?

"You really got us scared back in Antartica… You should have seen Hank's face when you started to breathe again, once aboard the Black Bird."

He finaly looked up, and Josée felt her heart skip a beat. His eyes were always one of the first things you noticed in his face, and they held so much emotion at that moment, her heart broke in half. "I'm sorry, Josée" he said, apology written all over his face. "I should have told you long ago that I was stuck with Sinister. Merde, Jo, I could have told you before you even left Sherbrooke."

"It's okay, Antoine… He did the same to my father, long ago. I just wish you'd told me about it."

"I wish it too, but I can't very well go back in time, can't I?" She stared in the purple tainted dark blue eyes, and smiled. He smiled back.

"No. From now on, you can only look forward." She looked down at her hands, and swallowed. "Somebody must have told yo about my powers…"

"Louis did. Josée…"

"You know I could kill you with a touch." She looked back at him, to see his smile hadn't faded away, but only frozen a bit. He reached out and pushed an auburn lock away from her face.

"If I'm well informed, that didn't stop your father from sticking to your mother's side for so long."

"Yeah, well, the worse that could happen to him was to fall uncounscious on the floor. You'll… you'll die if you touch me." She felt herself blush, knowing she was hiding the fact that she probably could control her powers with some practise and some time. But she wanted to know his opinion without that tiny detail. He sat straight in the bed, leaning his elbows on his knees, and looked down at her, blue eyes intent, and lips curled up in something like a smile.

"You're trying to push me away again, Jo?" He leaned down, his face inches from hers. "Because I'm hooked, and I'm not going anywhere." She looked up, startled.

"You're staying here?" He nodded, and she got up from her chair. She sat on the bed next to him, and he opened his arms in time to catch her as she lunged at him, tears in her eyes. "Oh, Antoine, I'm so happy you're staying at the mansion…" He smiled and chuckled, and hugged her. "Antoine, I… I might be able to control my powers one day." She burried her face in his shirt, but he said nothing, simply hugging her closer. "Hank said it was only a psychological problem, that Louis and I probably were able to control it from the start. With some practise, we should be able one day to have skin-to-skin contact without blowing up anyone." He took her arms and looked down at her. Taking a thin bed sheet in his hands, he layed it on her face so it covered her mouth and nose, and bent to kiss her lips through the thin jersey. Josée closed her eyes to push away the tears, and when she opened them back, he was looking at her,his smile reaching his eyes.

"I never stopped loving you, Josée. I can wait for as long as it takes."

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Lilianne sighed angrily, hanging up on her cell phone. He couldn't wait for a whole year? Met someone else? "Well" she thought "Daniel sure didn't waste his time." She walked through the unknown mansion and ended up in the kitchen. Suddently thirsty, she began desperately searching for a glass in the numerous cupboards of the huge mansion's kitchen. "Is it impossible to get a single glass of water here? I'm about to drink directly from the faucet!"

"You could, but I don't suggest you do that." She twirled, her long jet black hair wipping her face, to meet a dashingly white smile and devilish green eyes. He winked at her, and opened the next cupboard she would have opened herself. "There they are." She smiled. She filled two glasses and handed one to him, which he accepted with a small thanks. She looked at him, and grinned. He looked up at her with a familiar smile. "You must be Lilianne, Antoine's sister, and the girl who's staying with us for the next year."

"Yeah, and you must be Louis, Josée's brother." He chuckled.

"How did you guess?"

"You look familiar. I couldn't guess you're twins, though. I thought you were a little bit more identical." Louis nodded.

"Well, I look more like my father, and Josée's more like mom."

"I met your mother, but not your father yet. I think he's with my parents right now." Louis' smile faded a bit.

"I hope they're not too angry."

"They're not angry, they're more like relieved that he's okay… but I think they're dissapointed that Toine didn't tell us anything about what he put himself into. They think he should have asked for their help…" Lilianne sighed, and leaned back on the counter. "The thing is, I don't think they could have helped him in any way. I keep thinking it's Josée he should have told about it. You guys could have helped him long ago." He looked up at her, and she couldn't help but notice his emerald green eyes. She always thought they were beautiful in Josée's face, but on Louis'…

"Yeah, well, at least he's okay." A devilish grin made it's way on his face, showing two rows of perfectly white teeth. His eyes twinkled. "And he's going to feel much better in no time; Josée's in the med lab with him right now." Lilianne smiled as well.

"It's about time" she said. Louis laughed.

"You said it!" He set down his empty glass next to the sink, and turned to her. "I don't live here, we have our house on the other side of the mansion property, but I know the place very well. Since you're going to be staying for the whole year, care if I show you the surroundings?" She smiled.

"Sure." He turned his back to her to walk to the door, running his hands through his medium length auburn hair, and she bit her bottom lip, unable to take her eyes off his wide back and round buttocks, hugged in pale blue jeans. She felt her need to hunt come back with a vengeance, and followed him out. The moment she stepped out of the kitchen, though, she frowned and stopped in her tracks. She almost didn't feel it, a small poke in her brain, like someone nudging her mind, telling her to turn around. She did, and saw a tall red-haired girl, arms crossed on her chest, and blue eyes twinkling with anger and… jealousy? "I'm sorry, do I know you?" The girl's eyes narrowed and she walked to face Lilianne, who frowned. She hated being short, especially when she met tall, beautiful, angry red-haired girl. She hated red-haired girls. And she hated having to tilt her head back to look at someone.

"You should" the girl hissed. "And I don't want to see you lay a single finger on Louis." Lilianne's eyebrows lifted to her hairline, and she crossed her arms in the red-haired girl's fashion, mimicking her. It was like that, wasn't it?

"I guess that's not going to be easy, since my head would probably blow off the second my skin touched his. But I'm a really patient girl."

"Louis is mine" the girl said through clenched teeth. She was starting to get on Lilianne's nerves, who sighed angrily, letting her arms drop at her sides.

"Look, I don't know who you are, and I don't know your name, but it probably isn't written anywhere on his body…"

"Lydia!" Both girls turned to see Louis walking towards them, his smile slowly freezing on his face as he notice their defensive stances. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, Louis" Lydia answered. She gave Lilianne a last warning look, and left the kitchen. Lilianne looked back up at Louis, who just gave her an interrogative stare. She shrugged.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Louis looked surprised, and his mouth opened. He quickly closed it, and looked at the corner where Lydia's long red locks had just dissapeared.

"Almost, but she never really was. I like her a lot, but she's more like a sister to me. Besides…" he looked down at her with a sheepish smile "she may look like her mother and have her powers, but she's starting to sound a lot like her father… Come on, I'll show you the rec room."

Lilianne looked one last time at the place where Lydia had vanished, and turned to follow Louis, a smile on her lips.

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I sat in the living room of our house, trying to get away from the frenzy in the mansion. Antoine had woken up, Josée was praticaly living in the med lab, and Louis was nowhere to be seen. From the look I saw on Lydia's face minutes ago, maybe it was better that way. Remy was still at the mansion with the Bergerons, trying to convince them that there was no danger in leaving both daughter and son at the X-Mansion, and he was probably charming his way into making them say yes. As for my children's powers… I was hoping with all my might that Hank was right.

I leaned back in the comfortable couch, and must have dozed off, for I woke up, startled, when I heard the front door opening. "Rogue?"

"Ah'm here, sugah." I leaned back in the couch, and Remy walked into the living room, running his fingers in his hair. He had had that habbit for years, but I found it funny how Louis had the same. "What did they say?" He lifted my feet to sit down, and put them back down on his lap, absentmindedly rubbing them between his warm hands. He sighed in relief.

"It's okay, Lilianne can stay. As fo'Antoine, he's 18, and he's of legal age in Québec, so dey can't very well force him t'come back. Anyway, I doubt he'll want t'leave" he added with a smile. I giggled and kicked when he deliberately brushed his finger under my toes, tickling me.

"Don't do that!" He looked down at me, a large grin on his handsome face.

"I'll do what I want, chérie." I smiled and opened my arms. He leaned down, laying next to me on the couch. It was narrow, and we hardly fit… It was very comfortable. He envelopped me in his arms and we squeezed ourselves in, pushing the large cushions away. "Maybe dere'd be more space in a bed, Roguey… or on de floor." I cuddled against him, burrying my face in his neck.

"Ah'm perfectly fine." He softly chuckled, the low-tone sound vibrating against my ear. I kissed his collar-bone and gently blew some air on the wet spot, and felt him shiver, gooseflesh raising on his arms.

"Aaaah, don't do dat!" I giggled.

"Payback time." He looked down at me and smiled. I stretched my neck to kiss him, but moved too fast, and we lost our balance. We fell on the carpeted floor, my butt painfully making contact with the ground, and Remy landing over me, on hands and knees not to crush me under his weight. He looked down at my face as I laughed, and his eyes glowed with desire. I brutaly stopped laughing as he bent down to kiss me, his mouth hard against mine, and I ran my hands up his chest to circle his neck, pulling him nearer, if such a thing was possible. I didn't hear the front door open, and neither did he. We both started when we heard a cough coming from the living room entrance, and we looked up to see a smiling Louis. He frowned at us, as Lilianne stood behind him, her luggage in her hands, her long black hair loose and wild around her shoulders, and a wide beautiful smile on her lips, under wide baby blue eyes. She dropped a bag on the floor and waved her fingers at us.

"Hello, Monsieur et Madame LeBeau." I gave her a smile as I sat up, and Remy got on his feet, helping me up.

"Papa, I wanted you to meet Lilianne, Josée's friend, and Antoine's sister" Louis said, a devilish smile on his face. Remy walked up to shake the blushing girl's hand, planting a smile on his face as he glared down at his son.

"Enchanté" he said, and she murmured a thanks before walking to the staircase Louis was pointing to her. Before leaving, though, he turned back to us, and mimed the words: "Get a room, kids."

The last thing I heard before burrying my head in my hands, shoulders shaking with laughter, was the sound of rampage in the house, the patio door slamming, then loud splashing in the pool as Remy probably attempted murder on his laughing son. I smiled at Lilianne who had ran down the stairs at the noise, eyes wide. I brushed the cat hair and carpet dust off my pants, and looked at the girl. "Get used to it, gal, it's always like that… Yah want a glass o'water?"

The end? (naaaah, I'll probably write more…)

* For so long I've loved you, never will I forget you.

** chouette (shoo-wet), litteraly speaking, is the French word for owl (small, white and grey cute thingies, not those big monstruous and dangerous brown owls that can eat a rabbit in one bite, which we call hibou), but it is also an affectionate nickname for a little girl, or a woman you know very (very very) well. It's a bit more personnal than ma chère or even ma chérie.

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Did you see it like I did?! Did you notice?! Did you see the plot slipping in?!? This was supposed to be the last chapter, and I managed to include a brand new plot, with some Romy, some sweetness between Antoine and Josée, a brand new X-Man, and even a love triangle between Remy's son, Scott's daughter and an excentric non-mutant girl who's going to stay at the LeBeau's house for a year… *cough* Now that is going to be interresting. Darn plot! Can I ever get rid of you? *cries* Now the question is… Do I end this here, like it was supposed to be (after all, the Sinister part is over, and there's no danger whatsoever), or do I continue this advitam eternam with the love stories (which I will do only if people ask for it. As for me… I would like to head on with my other projects). Or maybe I could put it in a sequel? *sigh* Please don't get Lilianne wrong. She's a sweet girl, only she likes guys way too much. One day, she'll find the one that'll make her stay put, she just doesn't want it to happen at 16 years old. Now, why she's after a guy she can't even touch (this is meant to be cynical, considering the untouchable guy is the son of the one who wouldn't let go of an untouchable woman… are you following me?). Okay, okay… Now I really have to do my homework, or I'll never get some sleep this week end… I'll probably write more of this story, but much later, I'm afraid. I really want to get going with But it ain't home, and I have TONS of homework and work and stuff waiting for me…

Review commenting part (yay!)

ishandahalf : I think the chapter answered your question… Oh oh, and I thought of you and put some Remy Rogue sweetness at the end of the chapter, just to hear you squeal. So squeal! Yay! Wow, I'm really fed up with all the sweetness and sap in that chapter… I really hope you liked it. I was left under the impression that this is what you like *grin*…

Nessie : sorry for not putting any torture in this chapter… It was intended as the last one (though I doubt it actually is…), and it was more fluffy than anything else. I hope you liked it anyway, though!

Tammy : Fun? If you like genetics… *grin* glad you still like it.

Becki : I'm happy you're not confused anymore. Keep it clear in mind that the twins don't have it under control yet… But I'm guessing they'll have lots of training sessions with uncle Summers.

Foofighta : Hold your horses with the wedding… They are only 16 and 18 years old, give the kids some chances to live their youth… *wink* You never know what might happen. I hope this chapter was 'fleurdelys' enough for you, in fact, I think there isn't anything else than touching moments in that chapter. It was intended as the last chapter, after all, but there's so much I could still write… Maybe I could slip Magneto in it…