Title: The Trouble With Getting Married Pt. 2

Chapter 3: Things Happen

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Author's Note: Sorry but I don't think I'm going to continue this story...can't come up with what to happen next...­.I Need HELP!! ... Hmmm...­no one reads this story anywho so it won't matter. THANKS to everyone who did read it!!! Miya Reino, Star-of-Chaos, ishandahalf you guys are so special¡­well to me you guys are so special!! P.S. I didn't add a song to this one because I couldn't figure out which song to choose off of 'Sing the Sorrow' by AFI!­...enjoy!!!­

Rogue rushed into Remy's room, hugging him she exclaimed, "Let's do it!"

"Do what mon chére?" She looked up at him as if he already knew what she was talking about but was being coy about it.

"Have kids." She said sarcastically.

"Alrighty then." He gathered her into his arms and carried her over to the bed where he plopped her down on.

"I was only kidding! Let's get married."

"Now?"

"Why not? We could elope."

"I thought that wasn't what you wanted."

"I don't care anymore as long as I'm married to you." Her eyes sparkled with joy and wonder. He bent down to kiss her with a smile on his face but asked "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. I'm very sure," with that she kissed him.

As Rogue and Remy stepped into the room all eyes turned to them. Some had expressions of disbelief others were happy to see the romantic duo together. Many men were captivated at the sight of the vivacious woman who clung to the arm of Remy. She wore the new dress she had bought in celebration of the decision made by Remy and herself. It was of an emerald satin cloth that draped over her body and managed to complement her curves more than they had too. The v-neck was lined in a thin line of lace. Her shoulders were fanned with a net-ish emerald cold cloth that grew to a thin line down her back and met at her waist and fanned out into a tail that trailed out behind her, floating over the floor as she glided along.

Remy looked around the room dreading to find what he was looking for, but he found it. There in the corner of the room in the middle of a crowd as usual was Jean-Luc. Remy quickly tried to turn Rogue away so she wouldn't see him, but he was too slow, Rogue had seen Jean-Luc and she looked up at Remy. She saw the anger that spread across his face quickly, deepening with each second. She gave him a look that said go talk to him and apologize. He stared at her sending her his own expression that said he didn't deserve an apology from him, he deserved an apology from Jean-Luc. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Remy.

"I can't." That was all he said and he looked away from her with hurt in his eyes. She turned him to face her once again.

"Why? Is it because of your big fat ego or are too scared to admit you were sorry?"

"No," as if he just realized her attack on his ego, "Hey! I don't have a big fat ego." She just stared at him with an expression that said you and I both know that's not true. "Fine whatever, how can I just go over there and apology to him after all the things I said to him, plus I destroyed his office door." Remy grinned slyly at the memory. She smacked him hard enough for him to wipe his grin off his face, but soft enough so no one else would notice.

"Boy Ah said tah go ovah there now and apologize and don't get cocky with me Ah know all yer damn tricks."

"Mon chére Remy gives in."

"Good now I don't have to kick your butt."

"Oui now Remy wouldn't mind that now." He said to her before walking off into the direction that Jean-Luc was in, with a grin that said he was going to get his butt kicked badly.

He could see him headed in his direction looking for him watching him with such a look that said it wasn't his idea to do this. He wasn't sure he wanted to confront Remy yet but he knew he should talk to Rogue first; after all it was she that he didn't want his son getting married to. He waited for his opportunity to escape the watchful eyes of Remy and make his way to Rogue. He wasted not time when Remy was side tracked by an old friend, he quickly vanished out of his sight and ventured onwards to Rogue.

"Mon cher I.... I don't know....­" she cut Jean-Luc off before he could finish his sentence.

"Don't I already know how you feel about this whole thing and about...­" she hesitated about saying the last thing in her mind, "About me."

"Non mon fille I don't believe you do."

"Jean-Luc you underestimate a woman's intuition, I know why you've come here to talk to me instead of Remy and it's ok." Jean-Luc was baffled by these few unsaid words that still lingered in the air assuring that she knew the truth. "Don't worry I've known for awhile that you consent to the wedding. I know you don't dislike me. I know you feel bad for the things said and unsaid between you and Remy, I know." With that she just turned away and walked out of the room. As Jean-Luc turned to look for Remy he came face to face with his prodigal child.

Remy just stared at his foster father, showing no emotions what so ever. There was so much tension between the two that it could be cut with a knife. All Jean-Luc could think about was getting his son to forgive him for his blunder and not resent him, he hoped he wasn't too late to fix things.

Without saying anything to Jean-Luc, Remy had had left him standing in the middle of the crowd staring dumbfounded at the air that was Remy. He ran through the halls of the mansion, and finally found her in the room they shared.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" She looked up at him with eyes that said she had no ides what he was talking about.

"Don't play innocent with me. What did he say?"

"You were there, you heard everything, you tell me." As she said this her voice took on an icy air.

"Damn it woman how can you be so forgiving and understanding of him."

"The same as I am with you."

"No there's a difference...­"

"Oh really what is that??"

"He hated you!! He did everything he could to break us up! How could you forgive him?"

"Just as I have easily forgiven you many times! Your father was only doing what he thought was right, what is so wrong with him caring about you, if you haven't realized I care about too." As Rogue said that last part her voice came to a complete hush as tears filled her eyes. "Are you saying that if I were to do something for your own good that you didn't want you would treat me the same way as you are to your father?"

"NO!! Of course not. You are not my father, and I am not my father."

"Oh please, do you actually believe the crap you say?"

"What?"

"You not being your father. You're exactly like him. You may not be blood related but you are your father in every which way possible. Just look in the mirror and you'll see it."

"I am not him, I don't look like him."

"You know what I mean." With that said she turned and walked out of the room leaving him to think about everything.

After a few moments of staring at the closed door, which Rogue had exited from, he ran out after her. He searched through the entire mansion to not find her. After several hours of looking he decided to return to his room.

Opening the door to the attached bathroom of his room he found Rogue. To his amassment she wasn't alone beside her was her luggage. She was packing all her belongings that were in the bathroom. Remy wasn't surprised that she had changed and practically cleared the room of all things that were hers already. Leaning against the doorway he stared at the woman who had not realized she was no longer alone. Deciding to let his presence be known he by clearing his throat. Suddenly Rogue's head jerked up from where her eyes were fixated to gaze at him.

"Oh...­ allo."

"Hey... ­so...­"

"Yeah..­."

"Where you going?"

"I think I'm, gonna head on home. I need some time...­."

"To?"

"To think."

"About?"

"Things."

"Oh."

"Yeah, so...­.hmmm... ­if yah need meh I'll be at the institute."

"...­." Remy just gawked at the back of Rogue's head as she left. As her hand reached for the doorknob she heard Remy say "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you leaving?"

"I told you I need some time."

"Why are you leaving me?"

"I think you know as well as I do that right now we both need to figure out what's going on. As well as what we want, and If this is even what we want."

"You can't leave."

"Why because you said so?"

"Because I love you, you are what I want."

Rogue turned away from Remy and walked out the half open door dragging her luggage behind her.

Staring out the cab window Rogue couldn't help but think about all that had happened since she had arrived at the Guild mansion to everything that had happened to make her leave. Watching the colossal building vanish behind the many trees her vision blurred with tears.

As he stood staring out his bedroom window he watched as the cab wound it's way out the drive and disappear into the trees. Turning away he allowed himself to do something he hadn't done since he was a child, he began to cry.