Disclaimer: I don't own X-men. Stan Lee does. And I don't own the song featured in this Story. Maroon 5 owns it. I got this idea when I was sitting listening to the album, so please read.

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BANG!

I hate mornings. So does the lump lying next to me. Time to wake him up I think.
"Wake up sugah. Come on. Wake up." I whisper softly.

"Nugh." He replies in that intellectual manner.

"C'mon. We gotta danger room session this morning'. Don wanna keep wolvie waiting."

"Let him wait. Come back to bed."

I laugh. Its fake. It's always fake. I can never truly laugh with him. Not like a did with……….no.

Can you see me

Floating above your head

As you lay in bed

Thinking about everything

That you did not do

Cause saying I love you

Has nothing to do with meaning it

He grabs my wrist and pulls me back down onto the bed. "How bout it Roguey? Up for it?"

"Not today sugah. I gotta go see……..him today."

He looks away from me for a while, then turns back round, "And after that you never have to see him again. Right?"

"Yeah. I guess so."

He turns back round grinning, "you better go see the bastard then." He sat up and got out of the bed wearing that stupid grin.

"Bobby, don't say that about him. It weren't his fault."

"Are you saying its my fault?!"

"No sugah? Its just. Maybe if we had told him. You know, bout us then-"

"What and risk him blowin' me up. Uh-uh Rogue. I like staying in one piece." I sighed and looked away, he continued "Well as soon as he signs the papers this will all be over."

Yes. As soon as he signs the papers, I'd never see him again. Why did I do this? Why?


"Another drink monsieur LeBeau?" said the waitress smiling sweetly.

"Non merci." I said calmly. I looked around the dark pub. The usual suspects where here, including myself.

"Looking for someone Mr LeBeau?"

"Oui, ma wife."

I watched as the girls face began to fall, "What she look like?"

"Green eyes, brown hair with two white streaks."

"You mean like that woman walking towards us now?" I turned and looked over at the front door.

In one word.

Wow.

She stood at the door looking very uncomfortable, wearing a grey suit with a white shirt. Oh yes, she had certainly gone up in the world. I stood up and managed to catch her eye. She smiled at first, but then looked down and glared, then she began to walk towards me. I leaned forward to kiss her but she glared at me and said, "Don't." We sat down. It was absolutely synchronised.

"Can I get you anyt'in Madame?"

"A water please." The girl looked at me for confirmation, which just made Rogue more angry, "ah said ah wanted ah water and ah'll get ah water d'ya hear?"

I smiled apologetically at the waitress and said, "Je suis desole Madeline. Ma wife is under a lot of stress right now. A water please."

The waitress smiled and walked away as Rogue leaned forward and hissed, "I'm not yer wife."

"I t'ink yer wrong chere, yo' be ma wife right up t'de point I sign dose papers yo' got in dat bag of yers." I said leaning back in the wooden chair, gazing anywhere but at her face.

"Who ya looking' fer?" She asked.

"Yo' audah man? Did he not come wit' yo'."

"No, he didn't. He thought ya might blow him up."

"Among audah t'ings."

She glared at me, "Look lets get this over with." She rooted in her bag for a the something and pulled out some papers. She handed me a pen, "Sign."

I picked up the papers and looked at them, pretending I was reading them. "Hmm." I said.

"Just sign them already."

"Non."

She looked shocked for a couple of minutes, "What?"

"I said non. I wont sign dem. At least not jus now. Jus tell me one thing."

"What?"

"Why d'ya do it chere? Why did yo' do it?"

And I don't trust you

Cause every time you're here

Your intentions are unclear

"Look does this really matter?"

"Dat be a stupid question chere. Put yo'r self in ma shoes. Now. Tell me, Why d'yo' go an have an affair wit Bobby Drake?"

"I dunno, now can ya sign the papers?!"

"You don know? Oh dats great. So yo'r divorcing me and you don even know why?"

"I know why I'm divorcing ya."

"Then tell me why?"

"Cause, Cause……… your infuriating, do you know that?! That's why I'm divorcing you. That's why I had an affair with Bobby. You're always arguing with me. Always winding me up. You were a terrible husband and I'm glad I'm getting rid of you!"

Ouch.

I picked up the pen and said, "Where do I sign?"

"Down there, on that line." I watched as my hand moved freely over the paper scrawling my signature.

"Anywhere else?" I asked. She stared at me, it was then I saw the tears welling in her eyes. The last thing I wanted to do was make her cry more, but I had to say it. "I waited for you to call me. Every night you were out. Out with him, I waited for you to call me. But you never did."

I spend every hour waiting for a phone call

That I know will never come

I used to think you were the one

Now I'm sick of thinking anything at all

"Yo' understand after I sign dese papers, yo' don't have t'call me ever again. Now, where else do I sign?" The tears fell freely down her cheeks now. You aint ever coming back to me

That's not how things were supposed to be

You take my hand just to give it back

No other lover has ever done that

She looked at me and whispered, "I'm sorry."

She had said it.

I had all my replies lined up. Stuff like, "Too late now" and "A little late chere." But I couldn't bring myself to do it. So all that came out was a feeble, "Pah! It don matter. So yo' broke ma heart. Bout time someone did it." This just made her cry more, "Look chere, its over 'kay. No more tears. Not over me anyway. Jus try an remember all de good stuff."

Do you remember

The way we used to melt

Do you remember how it felt

When I touched you

Oh cause I remember very well

She began to smile again and wiped away her tears.

"So," I said in my very-sarcastic-going-to-be-ex-husband-voice, "How is Bobby?"

She looked at me and began to laugh, "Annoying. Immature. They usual."

"Hmm. Sounds like me."

She laughed again, her eyes shinning in the dark light of the pub. "No. At least you didn't hide all my underwear so I wouldn't have to leave."

It was my turn to laugh, "Ok, I know I can be really immature, but dats jus wrong. He do dat?"

"Yup."

"When?"

"Today."

"…"

"You should see yer face. Its Hilarious."

"Ha. Ha. So." I wanted to ask. I knew I shouldn't but I just need to, "Do you love him?"

And how long has it been

Since someone you let it

Has given what I gave to you?

And at night when you sleep

Do you dream I would be there

Just for a minute or two do you?

"Lets not go there." She said avoiding my gaze.

Fine. So. Where else do I sig-." "

"Remy?"

"What?"

"Do you still love me?"

"Dat's not a question you ask de man who is bout t'sign yo' divorce papers."

"Stop stallin'. D'ya Love me?"

"Well do you still love me?"

"Ah asked first."

"YES! Yes. I still love yo'. But its too late for dat now. Jus show me where to sign."

Cause I know I'm going to loose her.

You aint ever coming back to me

That's not how things were supposed to be

You take my hand just to give it back

No other lover has ever done that

She reached across the table and too the pen out of my hand. "Remy. ah'll understand if you say no, but ah have to ask. Let's give it one more try. Please. You an meh. Ah'll phone Bobby. I still love ya sugah. One more try. Please."

I didn't know what to say. I hadn't expected this, "Yo', yo', broke my heart chere."

Heartache heartache I just have so much "I mean I loved yo', even when I couldn't kiss yo', or hold yo' hand wit'out gloves." A simple love with a complex touch "Ah know sugah. Ah'm sorry. Ah'll make it up t'a ya sugah. Ah will. Every day. Please. Sugah."

I picked up the divorce papers in one hand and put the other into my pocket. "Jus answer one thing chere."

"Anything."

"Does he know yo' still love me?"

"……………no." I smiled and pulled out my hand from the pocket of my trench coat.

There is nothing you can say or do "Den I'm sorry chere. You've been de best t'ing dat ever happened t'me. But I now know dat I can never have yo'. Yo'll always belong t'someone else. It was nice while it lasted chere, so remember de good times."

I put the papers on the table, and took off the lid of the pen I had kept in my pocket, and signed my name on the remaining lines. I handed her back the papers. Her face was pale as she took them. "I love yo' chere. And dats why I have to let you go, but know dis…."

I called to let you know I'm through with you

"…..I aint ever coming back to you."

Famous last words.