Disclaimer: Don't own nothing. Don't own X-men. Don't own City of Angels. But can I say I own Andrew? I did make him up, but does that mean I own him? Guess I need copyright laws to own him. Right? Anyway, I continued to write this story because I hate leaving things unfinished……. I should really finish my homework.

I looked at them both, staring straight back at me, seeing me. "Remy?" Said Rogue weakly, "Is that really you?"

I couldn't answer her question, owing to the fact that I didn't know myself. Was this me? Was I back? All I knew was that I had to do something.

"You're, you're dead. We saw you die. You cant be alive. You died!!" Shouted Colossus.

"Well." I said slowly, "Last time I checked ma gravestone, I was dead."

"Not dead enough." said Colossus, replacing his shock with anger. He grasped Rogues wrist harder making her cringe.

"Y' know Pitor. Remy be t'inkin y' should be letting go of his chere." I said calmly walking toards them.

"She's not you're chere LeBeau." said Colossus, "She doesn't love you. She loves me."

I smiled at him and walked right up to him, "So why y' be hurtin' her den?"

"Sometimes a woman needs to learn their lesson. And sometimes hitting her is the only way of getting that lesson learned." He said, staring at me right in the eye. He had let go of Rogue's wrist by now and she was slowly sliding away from him.

"Remy don' t'ink dat y' should be hittin a woman. No matter what dey done. It aint right homme." I said slowly slipping my hand out of my pocket.

"Oh yeah. Well what happens between me and Rogue isn't any business of Remy."

"Oh Pitor." I said laughing, "I t'ink it is."

I punched him straight in the face, he stumbled backwards and fell on the ground. I couldn't believe it. Colossus was a big guy, and a strong guy at that, and I had hit him and actually made him stumble backwards. I felt Strong. Really Strong. And it felt great. I punched him again, but this time he was ready and blocked it.

We seemed to be fighting for only seconds when suddenly Colossus's eyes seemed to roll, and he collapsed onto the floor. I looked at Rogue standing in front of me, breathing heavily and staring at me with a mixture of fear and happiness. "Remy? Is it you? Is it really you?" she said quietly.

I nodded.

She ran towards me and wrapped her arms around my neck and we stood like that for what seemed like ages, I held her, and comforted her as she cried. As she let out all the grief that had been building up inside her. "I missed you." She said after a while.

"So did I." I said to her.

She pulled away and said, "You said 'I'. Yer being serious."

I smiled at her and she smiled back. It was great to see her smiling. I hadn't seen her smile in ages and it made me feel like I was alive again. I pulled her close to me again and closed my eyes. But suddenly her touch disappeared. I felt like she was gone from my arms. When I opened my eyes I found that I was in a different room altogether. And Rogue was not there.

The room had four white walls with no door. I ran my hands along the whitewashed walls, looking for maybe a crease or a secret panel but I found none. "Having fun Remy?"

I turned round to look into the smiling face of Andrew, his dark clothes standing out against the white wall, "I must say, you do through a good punch."

"Dey saw me." I said, "Y' said dey wouldn' be able t'see me."

"Every person imagines they have a guardian angel, no matter who they are. Sometimes they imagine their angels having wings and wearing white robes. Others its their angels are just a big bright light. However for some people their guardian angel can be people they know, people they love. Rogue wanted someone to help her. She wanted to see someone help her. And that person was you."

I stared at him for a couple of minutes and finally asked him the question that had been on my mind for the last few minutes, "Where am I?"

"You are in the world between the worlds." said Andrew mysteriously.

"Aint dat called de astral plain?" I asked.

"Well. If that's what you want to call it."

"Well I'm a bit disappointed, I t'ought dere be more to it." I said, "So. Why am I here?"

"Cause you've finished your task."

"What?"

"You're finished. Tu finis. Done and dusted. You helped them. That was your task and you completed it. And I did say, if you completed your task, you would get what you wanted most. So now is that time Remy. What is it you want most."

I didn't know what I wanted. I had never thought about it. I guess what I wanted was forgiveness. Forgiveness for everything I had ever done. But somehow not even that seemed to be what I really wanted. And then I it hit me. I knew exactly what I wanted. "Y' know how much I hate clich's. But de t'ing of it is Andrew. What I want in de whole world, is…….. Is fer Rogue t'be happy."

It sounded clichéd in my head and sounded even worse when I said it, but it was the truth. "This is what you want?" he asked.

"Oui." I said.

"Then I'll get right on it." he walked towards me, smiling his little secret smile, "Well. Mr LeBeau, it has been a privilege to know you. But I'm afraid it's time for you to leave." He pointed to something behind me and I turned round to see a door. It had definitely not been there before.

I turned back to Andrew and said, "So I just walk through the door?"

"Yes, that is the idea. You walk through the door and you just keep walking."

"Right. Merci by de way. Fer every'in."

"My pleasure."

I walked towards the door and turned the handle. It opened to reveal a city view. It was as if I was standing on top of a building, looking down on the streets below, filled with cars. I turned back round to face Andrew and said over the noise of the streets, "Are you joking me?!"

"Nope." He said smiling.

I turned back round to look at the city in front of me. It was New York. I could tell that much. Whereabouts was anyone's guess. But it was New York. I felt Andrew come up behind me "You wanted Rogue to be happy, and I granted you that wish. And now Remy, she will be happy." The words began to sink in. I didn't need to hear his final words to know what I had to do. "Not every Angel flies Remy. Some angels fall." Before he had finished his sentence I had stepped of the ledge, and began falling to the busy streets below.