Chapter Thirteen
Remy hardly slept. All night, every time he shut his eyes, he was haunted by images of Rogue in pain.
"Mon amour, where are yo'? I need yo' chere. I need yo' so much and yo' ain't here," he muttered. He sighed, got out of bed and checked the time.
"Three, bloody, am! Why do dese demons haunt moi?" he murmured to himself and pulled on a tight white t-shirt over his bare chest and black baggy joggers over his boxers.(A/N:Nice iamges, girls?)
He walked out his bedroom, intent on getting a cup of black coffee. As soon as he entered the kitchen, a pair of fists and six adamantium claws greeted him.
Remy stepped back, with his hands in front of him. Logan stared at him angrily. (A/N: Okay, I just got a thought. Wouldn't Logan make an excellent Grumpy from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs?)
"Relax homme! It only be de proud and humble Cajun!" Remy joked as Logan retracted his claws.
"Humph," was Logan's reply as he sat down again. Remy made himself the cup of the coffee he was looking forward to and sat down opposite the Wolverine.
"Can't sleep?" Remy made helpless conversation. Logan grunted again.
"How much do ya love Rogue?" Logan asked, completely out of the blue. Remy stared at him, taken by surprise.
"Que?" he asked, not sure if he heard right. Logan growled.
"I asked, how much do you love Rogue?" he repeated. Remy looked down into his coffee.
"A lot. I loved, and still do love Rogue a lot. More den anyone could ever imagine. I've never loved anyone as much as I love her," he answered, mind caught up in the past.
Flashback
"Do yah ever think about what life would be like if yah didn't leave New Orleans?" Rogue asked, as they sat in their favourite spot. Remy was leaning against the oak tree, eyes shut, and Rogue was leaning against him. They both had their arms wrapped around each other.
Remy tightened his arms around the girl that he loved most in the whole world and opened his eyes.
"Mmmm...used t'. But, ever since I met yo' chere, I forget de past and live for de present," he whispered in her ear, tickling it with his breath.
Rogue smiled and shivered at the slight breeze, welcoming the warmth of the trench coat that Remy settled around her slim shoulders. She breathed in the scent of his cologne and spices and wrinkled her nose slightly at the smell of cigarette smoke, mingling in it.
"Whah don't yah just stop smoking, Remy? It's not nahce and ah don't lahke it!" she exclaimed, taking his trench coat off her shoulders and handing it back to a bewildered Cajun. She stood up and walked over to the edge of the cliff, looking at the town of Bayville.
"Chere, I t'ought yo' didn' mind me smokin'. If yo' hate it so much, den I'll stop," Remy compromised, joining her. Rogue smiled.
"Nah, Cajun. Yah can still smoke if yah want tah. I shouldn't be askin' yah tah give somethin' you...ah dunno... like?" she sighed as Remy wrapped his arms around her.
"Je vous aime, mon amour. I'll try t' stop, but I can't make no promises," he smiled. Rogue leaned into him and he wrapped his arms around her.
"Ah love yah too, Remy. An' don't yah forget it,"
End of Flashback
"I thought so, Gumbo," Logan replied, sipping his own coffee. Remy looked at him.
"How did yo' know dat Rogue was alive?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him. Logan looked at him sharply and sighed. "Because ever since I helped Rogue with her psyches when she lost control, me and her had some sort of link. I've experienced a link like that before so I knew what it was. You just know when the other person is in pain or dead," he explained, looking the startled Cajun in the eye.
"Do yo' still have de link wit' de ot'er person?" Remy asked. Logan had to look away.
"No. She died, a long time ago," he said shortly. Remy looked away as well.
"Me an' chere have de same sort of link. We both know when de other is in pain. I don't know what triggered it, t'ough. I felt that pain de night yo' told me Rogue was alive and den again just before I found de surgery she was stayin' at," he explained.
Never in his days, would he have thought that he would be sitting at a table, drinking coffee and having a decent conversation with the same grumpy little man that had threatened to chop him up into little pieces if he ever came to harm Rogue.
"That's nice," Logan ended the conversation, grumpy as ever, washed out his cup and left the kitchen without another glance towards the still bewildered Cajun.
"What de hell just happened?"
Remy hardly slept. All night, every time he shut his eyes, he was haunted by images of Rogue in pain.
"Mon amour, where are yo'? I need yo' chere. I need yo' so much and yo' ain't here," he muttered. He sighed, got out of bed and checked the time.
"Three, bloody, am! Why do dese demons haunt moi?" he murmured to himself and pulled on a tight white t-shirt over his bare chest and black baggy joggers over his boxers.(A/N:Nice iamges, girls?)
He walked out his bedroom, intent on getting a cup of black coffee. As soon as he entered the kitchen, a pair of fists and six adamantium claws greeted him.
Remy stepped back, with his hands in front of him. Logan stared at him angrily. (A/N: Okay, I just got a thought. Wouldn't Logan make an excellent Grumpy from Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs?)
"Relax homme! It only be de proud and humble Cajun!" Remy joked as Logan retracted his claws.
"Humph," was Logan's reply as he sat down again. Remy made himself the cup of the coffee he was looking forward to and sat down opposite the Wolverine.
"Can't sleep?" Remy made helpless conversation. Logan grunted again.
"How much do ya love Rogue?" Logan asked, completely out of the blue. Remy stared at him, taken by surprise.
"Que?" he asked, not sure if he heard right. Logan growled.
"I asked, how much do you love Rogue?" he repeated. Remy looked down into his coffee.
"A lot. I loved, and still do love Rogue a lot. More den anyone could ever imagine. I've never loved anyone as much as I love her," he answered, mind caught up in the past.
Flashback
"Do yah ever think about what life would be like if yah didn't leave New Orleans?" Rogue asked, as they sat in their favourite spot. Remy was leaning against the oak tree, eyes shut, and Rogue was leaning against him. They both had their arms wrapped around each other.
Remy tightened his arms around the girl that he loved most in the whole world and opened his eyes.
"Mmmm...used t'. But, ever since I met yo' chere, I forget de past and live for de present," he whispered in her ear, tickling it with his breath.
Rogue smiled and shivered at the slight breeze, welcoming the warmth of the trench coat that Remy settled around her slim shoulders. She breathed in the scent of his cologne and spices and wrinkled her nose slightly at the smell of cigarette smoke, mingling in it.
"Whah don't yah just stop smoking, Remy? It's not nahce and ah don't lahke it!" she exclaimed, taking his trench coat off her shoulders and handing it back to a bewildered Cajun. She stood up and walked over to the edge of the cliff, looking at the town of Bayville.
"Chere, I t'ought yo' didn' mind me smokin'. If yo' hate it so much, den I'll stop," Remy compromised, joining her. Rogue smiled.
"Nah, Cajun. Yah can still smoke if yah want tah. I shouldn't be askin' yah tah give somethin' you...ah dunno... like?" she sighed as Remy wrapped his arms around her.
"Je vous aime, mon amour. I'll try t' stop, but I can't make no promises," he smiled. Rogue leaned into him and he wrapped his arms around her.
"Ah love yah too, Remy. An' don't yah forget it,"
End of Flashback
"I thought so, Gumbo," Logan replied, sipping his own coffee. Remy looked at him.
"How did yo' know dat Rogue was alive?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him. Logan looked at him sharply and sighed. "Because ever since I helped Rogue with her psyches when she lost control, me and her had some sort of link. I've experienced a link like that before so I knew what it was. You just know when the other person is in pain or dead," he explained, looking the startled Cajun in the eye.
"Do yo' still have de link wit' de ot'er person?" Remy asked. Logan had to look away.
"No. She died, a long time ago," he said shortly. Remy looked away as well.
"Me an' chere have de same sort of link. We both know when de other is in pain. I don't know what triggered it, t'ough. I felt that pain de night yo' told me Rogue was alive and den again just before I found de surgery she was stayin' at," he explained.
Never in his days, would he have thought that he would be sitting at a table, drinking coffee and having a decent conversation with the same grumpy little man that had threatened to chop him up into little pieces if he ever came to harm Rogue.
"That's nice," Logan ended the conversation, grumpy as ever, washed out his cup and left the kitchen without another glance towards the still bewildered Cajun.
"What de hell just happened?"