Disclaimer: Marvel's, not mine.

The song is The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by The Anniversary.

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"To know what's fair is not always fair, but what proves real will never flee.

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"Man, this mansion's getting' way too crowded for meh," Rogue complained seating herself on a stool beside Kitty.

"Yeah, well, at least we don't like, have to share our rooms," Kitty pointed out.

"Have you guys met all the new temporary members?" Jean asked, picking up her newspaper and coffee and joining the others around the kitchen's island bar.

"Nah. But Ah imagine we will later on during our evening training session. Thank Gawd we only have a week more o'this.

"Yeah, the Professor like took Sabertooth way too seriously." Kitty added.

"Doesn't he always take things too seriously?" A voice asked sarcastically from the doorway.

"Oh my God! Tabitha?!" Kitty exclaimed, "We haven't seen you in like two years!

Tabitha strolled into the kitchen, seating herself near Rogue. "I know. I got sent to Miss Ice Queen's palace in Massachusetts.

"Should you really be talking about your professor like that Tabitha?" Jean asked, eyebrow quirked.

Tabitha pursed her lips, but surprisingly refrained from comment, instead turning her attention to Rogue, who had been remaining quiet.

"So," Tabitha directed to Rogue. "Who are you?

Rogue stuck one gloved hand out towards Tabitha. "Meh names Rogue.

"Oh, we have two new southerners around here." Tabitha commented, shaking Rogue's hand.

"Y'all met Remy?

"Yeah, he's quite a hunk. Is he yours?

Rogue blushed. "What makes ya think he's anyone's Tabitha?

"Oh, well," Tabitha put a sly grin on, "I tried flirting with him, but he didn't respond. I didn't' even phase him, like I do with most people.

"Oh." Was all Rogue said in reply.

"Hey everybody," Kurt muttered from the doorway, interrupting the conversation, and heading for the fridge.

"Kurt! Man, I'm loving this reunion!" Tabitha emphasized, jumping off her stool to bug Kurt.

As Kurt and Tabitha talked by the fridge, and Jean and Kitty started their own conversation, students began to pile into the kitchen. Betsy slithered up next to Rogue, resting her elbows on the counter.

"This place is turning into a bloody mad house. As if it weren't bad enough already." Betsy stated.

Rogue was beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed and stepping of her stool, she put a hand to her forehead. "Tell meh about it sugah," she muttered.

Betsy took in Rogue's state, but offered no words of comfort or arms around the shoulder. Instead she just continued on. "The plus side is one of the recruits however. He's simply delicious. I think I may have a lot in common with him, being an air to a wealthy fortune myself." Betsy rambled on.

But Rogue wasn't really listening, nor did she really care about Betsy's newfound love interest. She was just glad she had moved away from Remy. Rogue quickly excused herself, and headed for the back patio, hopeful that the spacious outdoors could relieve some of the tension in her head.

Rogue stumbled over to a railing, grabbing hold of it with one hand, while the other still remained clutching her forehead. She took in one large breath.

"Petit?" Startled, Rogue spun around to see Remy kick himself away from the wall, throwing his cigarette out in the process. "Y'ok chere?

"Yeah, Ah'm fine Remy." Rogue said, removing her hand from her forehead and giving a faint smile. "There were just too many people in there." Rogue pointed towards the kitchen in reference.

Remy's eyes still held a worried expression. "I see chere." He was about to move forward and put his arm around her, when the sliding door opened and someone stepped out.

"Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?

Rogue stared over at the man, taking in his lean, fit body, blond hair, and startling blue eyes. For a second she was speechless. Remy, however, was not.

"Actually homme, y'did." Remy replied a bit harsher than needed.

"Oh. Once again, I apologize." He turned around prepared to head back inside.

"Wait!" Rogue found herself yelling. The stranger turned back around, facing her. "Don't listen ta him sugah. This is public space. We weren't busy.

"Thank you. It was getting a bit crowded in there. I needed to spread my wings.

Rogue took his statement figuratively, until white wings sprang from his back, stretching to their full length.

"Wow," Rogue breathed. Remy's eyes darkened, as he moved closer to Rogue.

The stranger nodded to the two. "My name's Warren Worthington. Remy and I met once about two years ago, but I didn't notice you on the team before." Warren extended a hand to Rogue.

She shook it, while Remy's eyes watched her every movement. Their hands stayed together far too long for Remy's taste. "Meh name's Rogue. Is that your power?" she questioned, pointing to the wings.

"Yes. I can fly." Warren glanced at Remy, noticing the dangerous glint about his red on black eyes, and the protective arm he placed around Rogue's waist. "Well, I'll leave you two be." Warren retracted his wings and gave a slight wave.

"It was nice ta meet ya Warren," Rogue offered, as he headed back inside.

"You too Rogue. And Remy, nice to see you again." Warren nodded once more, leaving, before Remy could attack him.

Once he was gone, Remy turned towards Rogue. "What de hell was dat Rogue?

"What the hell was what Remy?

"Dat-Dat flirting!" Remy raged, his hands held out, moving with his words, shaking slightly in anger.

"Ah was being nice Remy! Trying to cover for the mean way y'all treated him first!" Rogue threw her hands in the air. "Honestly Remy, Ah didn't realize y'all were the jealous type!

"I ain't jealous o'Warren. I'm jealous o'de attention y'were giving Warren!

"Well guess what Remy?!" Rogue yelled jutting Remy in the chest with her finger. "Ah can't touch, Ah can't kiss, and Ah sure as hell couldn't fuck him! So there ain't no reason for ya to worry! Evah!" Rogue spun around, heading for the front yard.

Remy stood there, watching her leave, then lowered his eyes to the ground, ashamed of the way he had acted, but unwilling to chase after her just yet.

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And I'll march slowly and I'll never forget.

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Remy walked back through the house in a daze. Various students ran by his vision, many he did not recognize. He continued out into the hallway, where Logan stopped him in his tracks.

"What's the matter with you bub?" Remy and Logan shared an interesting bond built on their similar loner appeal and do-what-I-want-to attitude.

Remy looked up and gave a grin. "Nothin' mon ami, just tired o'de crowds.

"That seems to be everyone's excuse today Cajun, but it don't much work fer you.

Remy laughed. "What's dat supposed ta mean?

"Nothin'. Just seems ta me that you'd be having yerself a good time in there, flirting with all the new recruits.

Remy glanced down at his hands, playing with a cuticle. "Oui. I suppose once I may have." Remy looked back up. "But none o'dose girls in dere are Rogue." Remy gave one last wistful glance, before brushing past Logan, heading for the stairs.

Logan simply released a breath of air, placed an unlit cigar in his mouth, and continued walking. If Remy wanted to talk, he would.

Meanwhile, Remy reached his bedroom, and in one graceful movement, he removed his trench coat, throwing it on the bed as he swiftly walked towards his private balcony, sifting his hands through his hair.

Why was he letting one girl get to him so much? What made Rogue any different than the girls he normally flirted with downstairs? And then he saw her, walking back towards the mansion, arms wrapped around her thin frame, long hair blowing across her porcelain face, and he was instantly hit with remembrance. It wasn't just the fact that she was beautiful; it was what her beauty did to him. It ripped apart his insides, made him want to gravitate towards her. Everything about her interested him. Even her inability to touch.

Suddenly she looked up, but not in his direction. Remy backed up a bit, moving partially into his room, so as not to be seen. She began to float up, heading towards the roof. He watched her lithe figure fly up, nearly dancing in the wind, looking surreal. Once she was out of his view, Remy stepped forward, back out onto the balcony.

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"And I'll march slowly and I'll never forget, How that black dress fell upon your white neck.

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Rogue stared down at Remy's form, leaning over his balcony, in his normal attire of tight jeans and tee. Wisps of his auburn hair blew about, as he reached up to pull his hair back.

Rogue had seen him on her journey up to the roof, she just hadn't wanted him to know. Now she stood watching his movements, watching him think. She knew that he would soon feel her eyes upon him, his thieving skills kicking in. Rogue sighed, and silently glided downwards.

When she reached his balcony, she stayed several inches above the ground, hovering, waiting for him to speak or turn around.

"M'sorry Rogue." Remy didn't turn around, he didn't even move.

Rogue touched the ground, her flip flops making a slight flapping sound. "It would mean more ta meh if ya would face meh and say it sugah.

Slowly, Remy turned around, placing his elbows on the balconies edge. He had a stone cold look on his face, his angular jaw set firm. "M'sorry Rogue." He restated.

Rogue closed her eyes. "Remy there's no reason for ya ta be jealous Ah-

Instantly, Rogue felt Remy's presence in front of hers, his breath warm on her face. Her eyes snapped open, but was disappointed to see the cold expression still set on his features.

"Do y'really think you'll never be able t'touch Rogue?" He whispered.

Rogue swallowed slowly. "Sometimes.

A grin drew itself up on Remy's face then. "Good. Dat means dere are times when y'have hope chere.

Rogue stepped back. "Is it getting too hard for ya, meh not being able ta touch?

His face turned hard again, the grin turning into a frown. "Dat's not why I asked dat question chere. It's important for y'to have hope.

A tear slid down Rogue's cheek then. "Remy, Ah-Ah've been seeing Dr. McCoy and the Professah for the last month or so trying to fix meh powers, but nothing's working. Ah'm losing hope Remy.

Remy moved forward, placing a hand on her arm. "Some things take more den a month chere. Just keep tryin'.

Rogue wiped the tear stain away with the back of her hand, while stepping out of Remy's grasp.

"Ah better go get ready for the next training session Remy.

"Dat's not for another 6 hours chere," Remy pointed out.

Suddenly rain began to pour heavily down on the two, soaking their clothing.

Remy looked up, eyes squinting, "Whaddya think Stormy's mad about chere?

Quickly, Rogue grabbed Remy's wet shirt, and standing on her tip toes, she pressed her lips hard against Remy's.

"For a girl who thinks she can' touch, y'sure like ta kiss me chere." Remy murmured when she let go.

"You've got lips meant for kissin' Remy, Ah can't resist." Rogue smiled, the rain hiding her new tears.

"As do you cherie," Remy whispered, placing his thumb on her lower lip, then moving it to a wet strand of hair. "We should get outta de rain," Remy put an arm around her then, guiding her back into his room.

Upon reaching the indoors, Remy removed his arm from around her and lifted his shirt off over his shoulders, hanging it to dry over his bathroom door. "Y'should probably go get outta dose wet clothes Rogue, so y'don' catch cold." Remy stated with his back towards her, still hanging his shirt up.

She said nothing, and when he turned around, she was just staring at him. Remy looked down at his bare torso. "Oh, uh, sorry chere." Remy quickly moved to his dresser.

"Why're ya sorry Remy? Just cause Ah can' touch your skin for long periods o'time don' mean Ah can' look at it." Then Rogue did something that utterly shocked Remy. She took her own shirt off, revealing a lacy black bra beneath.

Remy gulped, as Rogue headed towards him. She began surfing through his drawer, while Remy drank her in. Finally, she pulled a shirt out, and holding it up asked, "Can Ah borrow this Remy?" He nodded slowly.

And then she slipped it over her head, gave a sultry smile, and headed for the door. "Thanks sugah, Ah'm gonna go change outta these wet jeans now. See ya later.

And with that she was gone. Remy stood shirtless, unmoving for a short while, taking in the last half hour. Yes, he was definitely remembering why Rogue was different from all the other girls; why she affected him so much and so deeply. And he loved her for it. Sighing, Remy slide out of his wet jeans. And he would have to tell her that soon.

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Thanks to the reviewers! Glad you liked the last chapter, and to TheRealMai: to answer your question, Betsy was grinning at Rogue's thought because she was in fact reading people's minds, like Rogue had thought she was. So you got that right.

Also, Pandora's Sorrow, you asked if Mystique would be brought in later, and all I can say is, I hope so, I enjoy writing her character too, but I haven't thought out all the specific details yet!

Keep Reviewing! And sorry if you asked a question and I missed it, I'll try to catch it next time.