Disclaimer: Sorry, Remy stole the disclaimer, and I didn't have the heart to stop him.
A/N: Ugh, so I managed to finally find time to post this… Sorry, it would've been sooner, but things have been hectic, but now I'm back to good ol' procrastination! Anyways, it seems like everybody loved Remy's last line, the "stay away from my girl" bit. I'm glad, do you know how satisfying it was to finally write that?!
Star-of-Chaos, PomegranateQueen, Raven2687,demiducky25, Sweety8587, mollymo, Zen Apprentice, TheRealMai,heartsyhawk, loneraven, Leishy, IvyZoe, flowerperson,darkstorm5000, Ms.Rogue LeBeau, TheDreamerLady, xpoisonedxangelx,Tsugath, EviltwinAlix, Sairalind Silimaur, SickmindedSucker,Rogue14, GuardianAlexio, lonewolf44, texasgrrl, RgGOTH,4Rogue, gaea 3, fallen-angel999, Eliza, me, Katatonia,keebler-elmo, enchantedlight, rage-girl-05, Dreamcatcher89,Tirya King, Quing, KittyCat918, and MidniteAngelGoth – I've got a plethora of Post-It Notes sitting in front of me, how about some of those? Special ishandahalf thank-you Post-Its, you just can't lose!
Alisia – I'm guessing from your email that you're Polish – me too! Well, Polish-Canadian. ;-) Don't worry about your English not being very good, it was fine – and much better than I could write in Polish, which is just horrible!
UncannyAsianGirl – A seagull? Oh, brilliant! I've never liked them much, it probably stems from when I was a kid and a seagull swooped down and stole a goldfish cracker right out of my hand. Traumatizing, let me tell you. I prefer pigeons, I love those cooing sounds they make. Hah, I do know that Dell commercial, it makes me laugh.
Goddess Evie – Hmm, I think you should let me take over the job of Rogue's stunt double, cuz you seem to be quite good at being Remy's cheerleader… And wow, thanks for that lovely image… Careful, my drool might short-circuit the keyboard, and then where would we all be?
missy42 – Hey, I loved "the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air"! Especially Carlton dancing to Tom Jones. But moving on, great cheese song! Funny, cuz I actually heard a song the other day called "Addicted to Cheese", by an actual band, complete with music video and such – yup, that's the kind of culture this great country of mine produces… ;-)
Freak87 – Why yes, Logan can now impart some justice… Bwa ha ha!
Calliann – Wow, my chapter was better than a Pharmacology reading? YAY! ;-)
SweetRevenge151 – Yes, yes, post your story, I can't wait! And ooh, a sequel to OMSitS? Huzzah! It took me a while to figure out what that stood for, I'm horrible with acronyms – I was all, "OMSits? What the hell is that?". I'm so silly… I think my sister's been influencing me too much, she insists on never using short forms or abbreviations – it's particularly amusing when she takes so long to say things like 'video cassette recorder' instead of simply VCR… Anyhoo, have fun buying Pornography! ;-)
Eileen Blazer – Now why would I want to drive you to madness? Aren't you already there? Hah, I feel your pain about the memory of the missing review – that happened to me in middle school. The librarian kept harassing me about this book that I apparently didn't return, but I had a perfect memory of bringing it back and placing it on the cart! So she kept bugging me, and I kept telling her that she must've lost it, but then at the end of the year I found the book at the bottom of my locker. Weird.
Okay, you don't want any more distractions, do you? Let's just get on with the fic!
Loved and Lost, or Never At All?
Chapter 22 – Repeat
"Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it." – George Santayana
Standing up off the unconscious Pietro, Remy quickly jogged in the direction that Rogue had taken off in. She probably ran to the Institute, he deduced, so that's where he would go too – he had to talk to her about this revelation…
His mind was racing. His girlfriend… She was his girlfriend. Or at least, she had been. That would take some getting used to, he had never had an official girlfriend before… But in a way he still never had, because he couldn't remember her! This whole thing was just insane…
Slowly, however, it began to make sense of some things. He had woken up three days ago feeling so off – was that because of his memory loss? Was that why he had mysteriously found himself in bed with all his clothes on? Was that why he couldn't find any cigarettes? Was that why he couldn't remember the last occasion he had been with a femme? Because he had been with another one the whole time, only one… Remy hadn't thought that would ever happen.
They had been together, and he knew nothing of it. Neither did she… How had it happened? Why did Rogue erase him? Why did he erase Rogue? Remy had seen the picture she was looking at – they looked so happy, so content in each other's arms. Even in a photograph, he could see the love between them – it shone through so strongly that it was practically a tangible thing. Something bad must have happened to break that love apart, but what?
It was probably something he had done. After all, she had wiped him from her mind first, there had to have been a reason for that. It must have been horrible, because the other thing Remy had noticed in that picture of them was that they were touching. Skin to skin. His forehead was pressed against hers, her bare hands were wrapped around his neck, his own hands were around her waist, right where a sliver of skin between her shirt and pants was exposed… Since Rogue couldn't touch now, Remy had to assume that her control was erased along with her memories of him. What had he done to make her go to such lengths? He wasn't sure he wanted to know… But then, a part of him did. He wanted to know so he could make it up to her, and not do it again.
Wait. Again? Did he really want to repeat it all?
She had been consuming his thoughts ever since he had seen her in the café, he had to admit that – he felt so comfortable around her, she was luring him in somehow… There had been something about her, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, but now he had a very good idea as to what it could be. A part of him must have recognized her, and it told him not to let her pass him by. He knew he should listen. After all, if he couldn't trust himself, then whom could he trust?
It had to mean something, them meeting again after what happened. Maybe their love was given another chance?
Love. He felt strange at the mention of that word. Remy had never felt love before… Well, apparently he had, but he couldn't remember it so… Merde, this was confusing! He had loved her, that much was obvious. Maybe that love still existed between them? Could they rekindle it? The even bigger question was, did he want to? Would they want to?
The thought of venturing forward into such territory terrified him, he who ran even before the first signs of commitment appeared! But he just couldn't walk away now, or else he would regret it, he knew he would. Remy had to find out where this would take him. He would just take things one step at a time, playing it by ear, seeing what would happen… So off he went, resolute to determine what his course of action would be.
Reaching the Xavier estate, Gambit climbed the wall around the perimeter and ran across the lawn. He found himself under a row of balconies, but which one was Rogue's? It was time for some trial and error.
He hoisted himself up to the first one and peered in through the glass doors. There were posters of cars and bikini babes on the walls, so he highly doubted that would be her room. Leaping to the next one over, Remy peeked in – no, that one probably wasn't it, it seemed much too girly.
Before he could move on, his thief's senses picked up somebody behind him, but it was too late to react. He found himself spun around and pinned to the wall with two sharp blades on either side of his neck, and a third pressing into his throat.
"What the hell are ya doin' here, bub?" the short man now in front of him growled, murderous rage swirling around in his dark eyes. "I want answers, and I want 'em fast."
"Easy, M'sieu Wolverine, dis Cajun means no harm," Remy tried to answer politely, which was hard when he was also attempting to keep his throat from moving too much, lest it be cut. "'M just here t' see someone."
"Oh really? Just stoppin' in for tea?" he shot back sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. "Who with?"
"I need t' talk t' Rogue," was his honest answer, which was also apparently the wrong one, judging by the reaction it received.
"What?" questioned Logan, quietly and dangerously, while pushing him even harder against the bricks. "Oh, you have got to be kiddin' me. How the fuck do you even know 'er? You're not supposed to remember!"
"I don't."
He blinked. "You're also not supposed to even know what I'm talkin' about! How the hell do you?!"
"I ran int' Rogue at de café two days ago, we talked," Remy explained quickly, not pegging the creature in front of him as the patient type. "We met up t'day, an' Quicksilver saw us. He told me dat we had each ot'er erased."
"Un-fuckin'-believable," Wolverine groaned, shaking his head. He then eyed his catch suspiciously. "Wait, why the hell would he tell you? He's dating her now." He spat out the word 'dating' like it was a crime against humanity.
"Cause I beat de crap outta him," he told the older man, which appeared to raise the thief's standing in his eyes. But only slightly. "Turns out dat he stole Rogue's t'ings, an' was winnin' her over by doin' everyt'ing I did."
"WHAT?!" bellowed the feral mutant, expression furious, veins bulging out of his neck. Remy didn't answer – he had a feeling that if he spoke right now then he would be gutted, so he just let the man seethe. "Fuck, I knew there was somethin' fishy about that little shit! Where is he? I should go tear him a new one!"
"Pro'ly still in de park where I left him," he shrugged as well as he could given his position.
"Good. He needs to be taught a lesson not to mess with Stripes," Logan grinned evilly with a far-off look in his eyes, finally retracting his claws. Then he came back to reality and noticed that the Cajun was still there, so one hand kept him shoved up against the wall. "And you deserve one too, Gumbo."
Remy scowled at the nickname, but then the rest of the words sunk in and he quickly frowned. "I really hurt her, didn' I?"
"You have no idea," came a snarl.
Gambit shut his eyes and sighed desolately at the confirmation. The thought of her in pain hurt him too. "'M sorry."
"I'm not the one you should be apologizin' to."
"Y're right. Mind lettin' me go so I can go find her?" he asked hopefully.
"Does she know?" Wolverine queried with a worried look.
"Not everyt'in'. She's pro'ly confused right now," he imagined. "Mebbe I can calm her down, an' we can make some sense o' dis."
"What exactly are ya plannin', Cajun?"
"'M plannin' t' go tell her what I know, an' be dere for her," he replied. It was the least he could do, he thought, staring the older man down. He wasn't going to back off just because some over-grown mutt was threatening him.
"You stickin' around, then?"
"'M not goin' anywhere. Dere's somet'in' about dat fille… Don' t'ink I could leave her even if I wanted t'," Remy realized, startled that it all seemed rather obvious now.
Logan stared right back, contemplating his words. With a strenuous growl, almost as if he was fighting with himself not to stab the boy, he finally removed his hand and nodded. "Fine."
"Really?" he commented, surprised. This seemed a bit too easy.
And it was. Wolverine's fist came sailing at his head, punching him in the jaw. He slid down the wall, groaning in pain when he tried to talk. "Damn, what was dat f'r?"
"That was for hurtin' her last time, and a warning if it happens again," Logan grunted. "You're lucky that's all yer gettin', kid. You have no idea how much I wanna slice you up, but what matters to me more is Rogue's happiness. You better pray you can make her smile like she used to, or else you and my claws'll be gettin' real friendly, if you know what I mean."
"Bien," nodded Remy as he stood up, his anger for the punch fading rapidly. He deserved it, he was sure – he was just glad that they appeared to have some sort of tentative agreement. He could help her through this. They could help each other through this, he would be good for her, he just knew it.
Before the animalistic mutant in front of him stepped back, however, he still had some final words. "But a word of advice, bub. I wasn't your biggest fan the first time around. This time'll be worse."
He gazed back unwaveringly. Animals could sense fear, he knew, but he wasn't feeling any. Well, not from Wolverine's intimidation, anyway – what Rogue would have to say was a different story. "I won' hurt her dis time."
"You better not, Cajun," Logan stated firmly, popping out his claws a hair's breadth in front of Remy's face for emphasis. "If you ever hurt her again, I'll track you down, and the only thing that'll be wiped that time is your blood off the floor, got it?"
Remy couldn't help but gulp – the man was deathly serious. But it didn't matter, he wouldn't hurt her – he wouldn't let himself, he promised. "Got it."
Seemingly satisfied, the feral retracted the adamantium, stepped back, and prepared to jump off the balcony. Before he did, he said in a gruff voice, "As much as I hate to admit it, you made her happy before, LeBeau. Hope you can do it again."
"I hope so too."
"And if anyone asks, I kicked yer ass. Don't even think of tellin' anyone I went soft."
Soft? That punch sure hadn't been soft… But Remy didn't comment on that. "I won't," he simply agreed. He didn't have a death wish, after all.
With a nod, Logan jumped down onto the lawn, leaving Remy to his search. As he mounted the railing in preparation for moving to the next balcony, Wolverine's voice called back out to him, startling him to the point of nearly falling.
"It's the fourth room down, Gumbo!"
When the words sunk in, he grinned, and saluted. The short man just scowled and shouted back, "Don't make me regret it, kid, or you'll be endin' up like the speed demon's about to be! And it ain't gonna be pretty."
- X -
Rogue had run non-stop from the park back to her room, her mind racing even faster than her feet. Slamming her door shut, she threw the bag onto her bed, but couldn't look at it quite yet. Instead, she paced quickly back and forth, wringing her hands, wondering what the hell was going on.
'Okay, calm yerself down, gal. Deep breaths,' she told herself, but it was easier said than done.
She had just seen evidence of events she could no longer remember. Or did they ever really happen in the first place? Was this all some sort of cruel joke? Was she being played and used like she had been countless times before? She wasn't sure she could handle knowing, but she had to find out.
Slowly sitting down on the bed, Rogue tentatively pulled the bag towards her as if it would hurt her. But knowing what was inside of it, it probably would.
Reaching her hand in, she pulled out a random sheet of paper. It was a charcoal sketch of Remy, looking as handsome as ever – the stark contrast of the black medium emphasized the sharp angles of his face. And there, in the corner, was her signature and a date. It was her work, all right. But how was it possible?
Putting it down, she once again stuck her hand into the bag. This time she withdrew one of her journal entries. Rogue was terrified, but desperate to get to the bottom of this, so apprehensively she began to read it. From what she could gather, it was recounting the first time Remy had talked to her, in the café. As she read on, however, instead of it clearing up her questions, it only created more.
That meeting, the things he had said… It sounded identical to their meeting just a few days ago. How could that be? Had Remy known? Was he doing everything over again, was he playing her like she had originally thought? No, then why had he looked so baffled? And why did Pietro have all these things? None of this made any sense whatsoever!
Rogue tossed the entry aside. She couldn't read any more, she was too afraid of what she might find out. She didn't want to know any of it, what was the point? It was like none of it had ever happened, why torture herself about it? But it would torture her anyway…
Searching through the contents, she pulled out the picture of her and Remy she had seen in the park, and simply stared at it. She looked so happy. Rogue couldn't remember ever being that carefree. Not to mention, she was touching. Skin on skin contact, the proof was held right there in her hands. So what had happened? Why did she have no memory of these things? Was it an accident, some form of amnesia? What else could it be?
Rogue sat on the edge of her bed, completely overwhelmed, unable to tear her gaze away from the photo. A tear slid down her cheek – it was all so bewildering… It dripped on to the picture, and when she wiped it away, she made out a tiny detail she hadn't noticed before. She was wearing a necklace in the picture – the same one she was wearing now, with the rose pendant that Pietro had given her. But… Then why did she have it on then?
She was so lost that she didn't notice when Kitty phased through the door, holding a picture frame in her hand. She didn't respond when the younger girl excitedly ranted about how she finally got her photo of Piotr developed. She didn't reply when her roommate finally saw her crying and asked what was wrong. Rogue was only jolted back to awareness when Kitty leaned over to look at the picture in her hands, and dropped her frame on the floor.
"Oh my God!" she shrieked, eyes wide with panic. "Rogue, like, where did you get that? What's going on?!"
"Ah was hopin' someone could tell meh that," Rogue responded quietly, much calmer than she actually felt. "What is this, Kit? Is it even real?"
"Oh, God… I-it is," she confirmed weakly. "You just don't remember."
"Well, obviously!" came the indignant outburst. "But why th' hell don't Ah?!"
Kitty took a deep breath and meekly began to explain. "Um, you, like, had Remy erased from your memories."
"What?" gasped Rogue. "Yah've gotta be kiddin' meh."
Her answer was a simple shake of the other girl's head.
"But… But how? An' why? Gawd, this doesn't make any sense!"
"Well… He was one of Magneto's Acolytes. You two met in battle, and then he like, started following you around or something. You kept saying you hated him, but he eventually won you over, and you two started dating. You were together for over a year."
As she took in her friend's words, Rogue couldn't believe it. Over a year? She couldn't remember such a huge part of her life? "Then what happened?" she asked with trepidation.
"…He like, had to leave," Shadowcat told her with a pained expression. "You were so hurt, Rogue. You were a wreck, you even started cutting yourself… So then you went to the Professor and had him erase all your memories of Remy. He didn't want to, but I don't think you left him much of a choice – you could've really hurt yourself…"
She numbly took in the information – she believed her friend, she wouldn't lie about something like this, but it all sounded so bizarre. Okay. She had to take this in slowly… So she had dated Remy LeBeau for over a year. Then she had erased him. That was one piece of this insane puzzle, but it seemed like so many more were still missing.
"Yah kept this from meh…" Rogue rasped out, standing up to looking up at Kitty, feeling hurt. "All of yah… Yah just lied to meh?"
"Oh, Rogue, I'm so sorry!" she wailed. "But we like, had no choice! I mean, you erased him, you didn't want to remember! And you seemed better, so we didn't want to, like, make you all depressed again! It was awful to see you like that."
She sighed heavily. The girl had a point, she was the one who had decided she didn't want to know about him any more… It stung, that this time she was betrayed by those she considered her family, and had no one to blame but herself. But…
"What about Remy?" Did he know about all this? Was he trying to win her back again, or was he toying with her? Rogue desperately wanted to believe that he wasn't, but she didn't quite know what to think anymore.
"I t'ink I'd like some answers too, chère," came a masculine voice from behind her, and both girls turned with a start to the balcony doors, where Remy had just entered.
He looked straight at Rogue, all his attention focused on her, but she couldn't meet his gaze. It was so awkward, she didn't know how to react to him at the moment.
"Remy?" exclaimed Kitty in shock. "Oh my God, like how do you both know all this? What happened?"
"Quicksilver told me," he said simply.
"Pietro? But why would he?" she queried, joining the other two in their puzzlement.
"Cause Ah found mah things," Rogue spoke up quietly, trying to keep herself together. Her sanity was being stretched to the breaking point, she felt like she was about to shatter into a million pieces... "Why did he have them?"
"Huh? What are you, like, talking about?"
She gestured to the bag beside her, and Kitty gingerly stepped over the broken glass on the floor and looked inside. "Like, what is all this?"
"That's what Ah wanna know!" the Goth unexpectedly raged, turning towards the Cajun. "Did yah have somethin' to do with all this? Was Ah right, were yah playin' meh from th' beginnin'?!"
"Non, chère, I told y' de truth de whole time!" he denied adamantly.
"Bullshit!"
"'S not, Rogue. Apparently, I had y' erased too," he revealed.
"…What?" she breathed in harshly.
"I didn' know, I swear. Quicksilver said dat I saw y' an' him toget'er when I came back f'r y', an' dat I had y' erased. When I met y' in de café, I didn' know y', I wasn't playin' y'."
"Holy shit," was all Rogue could articulate, her legs giving out, making her abruptly sit down on the bed. "No way…"
"It's true," Kitty confirmed, wincing as she drew the attention of the two Southerners towards her. "I'm sure it's, like, hard to take in, but you both erased each other. But what I, like, don't know, is why Pietro had all Rogue's stuff."
"Dat fils de putain (son of a bitch) told me dat he stole Rogue's t'ings so he could win her over wit' what I did," Remy answered angrily, walking around the bed to get Rogue to look at him.
"What?!" cried both girls simultaneously.
"That stupid bastard!" Kitty began to rant. "Ooh, I knew I was right for not liking him!"
Rogue let the new piece of information sink in, and turned to her friend. "Did you know?" she asked with dread.
"What?"
"Did yah know that he was manipulatin' meh?" Rogue elaborated, unsure of who and what to trust anymore. How could this have happened? Why was she always the one being betrayed, why did she always choose to put her faith in the people that hurt her?
"No, like, of course not!" denied the petite brunette. "I think some of us were suspicious, but we didn't know that he stole your things! Believe me, if we did, we would've done something about it!"
The Goth started rubbing circles on her temples with her hands. This was all just too much… Yet more duplicity to add to her list. Pietro had been lying to her all along, using Remy's words and actions to get her to fall for him… So did that mean that she had really been falling for Remy that whole time, since technically he would comfort her and made her feel better? It made her feel less guilty about why she thought about him so much ever since their first meeting, but at the same time, it only perplexed her more.
Instead of emptiness, Rogue was now filled with all sorts of warring emotions, and was uncertain of everything. "Gawd, this is just crazy," she muttered, burying her face in her hands and letting a few more tears leak out.
"Uh, maybe you two should go talk to the Professor," suggested Kitty. "He might be able to explain some more and-"
"No!" Rogue cut her off, shaking her head. "Ah think Ah need to figure out what Ah'm thinkin' now before he tells meh what Ah was thinkin'… So not just yet… Maybe… Aw, hell, Ah don't know what to do."
She knew Remy had knelt down beside her, both from the glass crunching as he walked over and by the warm, comforting hand he placed on her knee. When she managed to summon the strength to look up at him, she found herself staring straight into those gorgeous eyes of his, and they were filled with understanding.
"I don' know eit'er,chère," he whispered. "But I know how y're feelin', cause I feel de same t'ing. I'll be here f'r y' if y' let me."
Rogue gave a small smile at the words that magically managed to give her slight comfort, but she would have to turn him down. This was something she needed to work out on her own. Nobody else could help her with what she was thinking and feeling.
"Thanks, Remy," she mumbled, using his name for the first time. "But Ah think Ah need to be alone to digest all this."
"Y' sure?"
"Yeah. An' Ah really mean it this time," she joked feebly.
He gave a small laugh, and they both knew it was forced. "Oh, so y' didn' mean it de ot'er times? I knew y' wanted t' spend time wit' me," smirked the Cajun in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Somehow, despite the seriousness and lunacy of the situation, Remy managed to make her blush again, and Rogue ducked her head down until her cheeks stopped burning. When she gazed back at him, he surprised her once more – reaching his hand towards her, he carefully wiped a lingering tear off her face. He wasn't wearing gloves. And he didn't flinch. Pietro always had, even when he had gloves on…
"Don' cry, chère," Remy murmured. "I don' like seein' y' upset. It'll be okay, we'll figure dis out, henh? We'll just take some time, an' den we can talk about it all, henh?"
She nodded wordlessly, and he smiled gently at her. "Bien," he stated, and slowly rose. "I'll see y' soon, Rogue."
After he exited the way he came in, Kitty walked back over to Rogue from where she had been standing by the wall, trying to give the two some privacy. Placing a hand on her friend's shoulder, she tenderly asked, "Are you gonna be okay, Rogue?"
"Yeah, Kit, Ah think so," she replied, in a tone much stronger than she really felt. "Ah just need to let it all sink in…"
"Of course. I'll just, like, clean up the mess I made and leave you alone."
"Sure. Thanks," Rogue muttered, watching her friend leave their room.
When she did, she hurriedly stuffed everything into the backpack once more, unable to stand looking at any of it – but then she paused. Ripping the rose pendant off her neck, she tossed that in as well, and threw the bag onto the floor. Flopping down on her bed, Rogue just stared at the ceiling, allowing herself to get lost in her jumble of thoughts and emotions.
- X -
Kitty walked back to her room, a dustpan in hand, and her mind going a mile a minute. She had wanted Rogue and Remy back together, she had wanted them to have repeat chance for their relationship, but she hadn't wished for all this upset! She only hoped it wouldn't lead them to make the wrong choice…
Walking through the door, the young girl felt her heart ache upon seeing Rogue looking so conflicted. She wished she could help, but the Professor had been right – her best friend would have to realize things on her own.
Not wanting to disturb her, she set about sweeping up the shards of broken glass as quietly as possible. When she turned and was about to leave, Rogue's voice halted her.
"Kit…" she began uncertainly.
"Yeah?"
"Ah need to know… Ah was happier with him, right?"
"Well, um, I can't really say," Kitty answered unsurely. "I mean, I'm not you. All I know is what I saw."
Then a thought popped into her mind. Maybe that could help, it was a way for Rogue to see herself, to see what it they had been like… "Hey, Rogue, maybe you could, like, absorb me if you wanted – that way you could see my memories of you and Remy together…" she proposed tentatively, knowing her friend was touchy about the subject of her powers. She didn't particularly like the prospect of being knocked out, but if it would aid her in sorting things out then she'd do it in an instant.
Rogue looked at her carefully, weighing the proposition, but then shook her head. "No… Thanks fo' offerin', Kit, but Ah don't think that'll help. Like yah said, it'd be only what you saw… Ah wouldn't be gettin' th' whole story. It'd pro'ly just confuse meh more."
"Oh, right," Kitty sighed.
"Look, that doesn't matter," she insisted. "Just tell meh that one thing – do yah think Ah was happier with him?"
She somehow knew Rogue was referring to Remy, and she wanted so badly to just burst out and tell her how much he had changed her, and how much more she had smiled and laughed with him… But Kitty forced herself to repress her matchmaking tendencies – Rogue's feelings were the ones that mattered here, not hers.
"He made you smile more. And Pietro didn't make you blush," was all she said, and then left the room praying she would be able to come to the correct decision.
Poor confused Rogue… Poor confused Remy… Poor beaten Pietro… Hah, hell no! Let's all laugh at him instead.
Next chapter – It'll be the last one, folks! What will happen to Rogue and Remy's relationship? Will they decide to give it another go? Will Remy run away from the commitment? Will Rogue push him away in fear? Who knows! Well, I do, but aside from me... Just tune in next time to find out, in the dramatic finale to 'Loved and Lost, or Never at All?'!!
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