I came to horrible realization that people born in 1990 are going to be fifteen years old next year. It made me feel so old. Let's be quicker with the discovery of the Fountain of Youth, okay? Also, in more useful news, I updated the second chapter! Except, it's only the first half of the second chapter (I'm trying to control the length of my updates). So read, review, and I swear I'll love you forever, even if you'll still be young and in the prime of life when I'm old and decrepit.

Quick note to my fellow Romy fans: the beginning of this chapter starts from Scotty's POV, and there is a little bit of Scott/Jean stuff. But it's not nearly the focus point, so don't let it drive you away!

An American Trilogy

II. Marie's The Name

Jeanie, I've been looking for something lately. Odd thing is, I don't know what I'm looking for. I suppose when I finally find it, I'll just know. It'll hit me like one of Ororo's bolts, and this search will make sense. I'll realize that I haven't been turning over pillows and tearing up clothes and scavenging through my life for nothing.

But do you know what the scary thing is? Wondering. Sitting here alone, with only a steering wheel in my hands, wondering if, maybe, you're what's missing, and there's no getting you back.

The steering wheel isn't as heavy as it used to be. I remember when you first handed it to me. We were kids then, barely friends. Someone, probably Warren, had mentioned to you that I loved cars, but I'd only just gotten off the streets and didn't have a nickel to my name. I'm betting if Warren had known that you'd see it as your chance to get closer to me, he'd have kept his mouth shut. I remember you, showing up at my door, your hair pulled back in one long ponytail, your eyes shinning, you're hands carrying the steering wheel.

I can't exactly afford a car right now either, you'd said shyly. But here's a start.

It was an amazing start.

Ororo came to see me. She was a little mad. She said that I've been lingering in this room too long, that there are still classes that require teaching, students who guidance, battles that need fighting. She's hurting too, she said, but she's struggling through, trying to be strong. But then, Ororo lost a friend that day. I lost my heart and soul. And I'm so sick of people telling me that my behavior is selfish. I deserve to brood, to agonize, to replay the moment over and over again in my head. Would you feel any differently?

As a related story, I'm going to start teaching again. Not tomorrow, or the day after that, but in a week or so. Funny thing, when I told Xavier this afternoon, Ororo got that look on her face. That triumphant twinkle; she may be regal and ethereal and wise beyond her years, but she can still be smug. Let her be. She thinks it was her 'pep talk' that brought me out of my cocoon.

Do you want to know what it really was? Rogue. And a letter from an old friend.

I was sitting here, staring out the window, when I noticed the kid was in the courtyard, keeping to herself. The others were more or less bouncing off the walls. See, they know that Gambit's coming back. He sent us a note, said that he'd only just learned about you, and that he was coming here to be with us. You know, misery loves company.

At first, I figured that's why Rogue was down. She's been the new kid these past few weeks, getting the attention, and then suddenly Gambit's stolen the spotlight. But remember when you said sometimes I could be absolutely clueless?

I figured I'd talk to her.

She didn't seem surprised when I sat down next to her, but she did scoot and inch or so away. I think that's instinctive on her part; she lives her life with that extra inch between herself and rest of the world. While she was doing this I noticed she was holding Gambit's note in her hand. I commented on that.

"Ah was just readin' it," She sighed. "He's got lovely penmanship."

"He's good at a lot of things. You know, he's from your part of the world. And friendly, too. You'll probably hit it off right away." I said.

She gave a short laugh, and then caught herself. "Uh, Ah guess. Ya never know with people."

"Is there something wrong?" I asked her, fully ready for her to confirm my suspicion and confess to feeling like the outsider again.

"No." I heard a hesitation. "Ah mean, Mr. Summers, Ah'd really like it if we could not talk about this right now. Ah'm not feelin' too well."

I raised an eyebrow. "Okay. That's fine. I didn't want to upset you."

She nodded. "It's all right." I sat there in silence for some time, until at last, finding myself unable to think of anything else to say, I stood up and prepared to leave. I hadn't completed the first step, when she called after me.

"Mr. Summers, you've been in love, haven't ya?"

I turned around and looked at her again. She seemed a different person all of a sudden. Her brown eyes fixed this strange, and strangely compelling melancholy stare on me, and in that instant, she looked older, wiser, and sadder than I'd ever seen her before. Remember when Logan left and we thought she was feeling bad? After this expression, that was nothing. "Yes," I answered finally, confidently. Maybe too confidently, because she frowned, as if that wasn't the right answer.

"Ah don't mean regular sweetheart, candy, an' roses love," Rogue clarified, "Ah'm talkin' about crazy, improbably, wonderful, magic love. The kind that literally stops an' starts yoah heart."

Where had that come from? I walked closer, and retook my seat on the bench before answering. "Yes," I said again, but time I was more careful, more sincere. You should know, better than anyone, how awkward I am with that particular kind of openness, but I could tell she needed to talk so I made my best effort. "Have you?" I asked.

It was her turn to hesitate. She took a deep breath, and then nodded. "Ah have."

"Would you like to talk about it? I know I'm not exactly the counselor type, but I may understand," I explained. "I had a lot of practice with Jean. And if this is about you and Bobby then-"

"It has nothin' ta do with Bobby."

"Oh."

"Ah've met him before," Rogue said as if to clarify things. She began fidgeting with the ends of her gloves.

"You've met...?"

"Remy LeBeau. He's the one Ah fell in love with."

Remy. She called him by his first name like she'd never know any other alias of his. Do you remember, Jean, how much I had to coax that out of him? He only gave it to people he trusted. But that wasn't the really surprising part –the shock came in the delivery of her words, because they were so... honest. This wasn't Jubilee gushing over a guy, or one of Remy's girls heralding his character and charm. She meant this. She believed it.

Rogue, our Rogue, was honestly in love with our Remy LeBeau.

I didn't know what to say, so I said, "Maybe you better explain some more."

Before she met Remy, waking up had been the hardest part of surviving. During the day, she was always busy, distracted by some detail: where would she get food, was it time to leave town, and so on. So many thoughts occupied her mind and demanded her attention; she didn't have time to think about her life before. But at night, when exhaustion finally swept over her like a victorious wave, all the details went away.

And the dreams came.

She'd dream that she was at home, helping her mother out in the garden. Or, in the garage with her father, sorting through an array of nuts and bolts in search of the one he'd use to fix whatever it was that had broken. In the sleep world, she could invite Cody over for chocolate milk and run her fingers through his hair. Everything was no nice. But then, a black, vile thing called consciousness would invade the place, oozing, pulsing forward. Her mother would give a pained scream, her father would cringe, and Cody... he'd start gasping for air, convulsing. Within seconds, they'd all be gone, enveloped by the blackness. And she'd be awake, sweating, shaking, and sometimes crying.

But those were the P.R. days. Pre-Remy. After she'd met him, things had changed. And how could they not? Remy LeBeau, with his impossible good looks, warm bedroom voice, and easy manner was a man born and bred to matter. He didn't always care about the world, but it always cared about him. Wherever he went, he brought change.

She first encountered Remy at an airport, when he punched the cruel security guard who'd apprehended her for stealing. They'd talked only for a few moments, but he made such an impression. That night, instead of revisiting her former life, her dreams carried her to a fantasy future, where Remy LeBeau had smiled warmly. She barely knew him then, but she could've kissed him for setting her free.

She almost did kiss him the second time they met. He'd been all dressed up, the sleeves of his crisp white shirt folded to his elbow, his hair tousled, giving him that sexy, frazzled look of a cologne model. But more than that, he'd been a pair of eyes that had looked at her –the real, soul-sucking her- and hadn't flinched. He just kept on with the smug grin, as if her mutation were something whimsical, like the power to grow flowers or dance extraordinarily well. And when he'd asked her to accompany him not just to a party, but also to his home in Louisiana... well, she'd played hesitant, but there wasn't any question over whether or not she wanted to accept.

Rogue grinned, a private smile. "Ah think Ah was fallin' in love with him, even then. He's charmin' like that."

"So I've heard."

"An' he's the one who started callin' me Rogue," she added, smiling a little. "The first time he said it, we were bein' shot at."

"You say that like it's a good thing."

"Well, it certainly wasn't good then. But in retrospect, it kind o' makes for a funny memory."

"Being shot at?"

"When ya live with th' New Orleans Underworld Kings, ya kinda learn ta take things in stride."

If Remy hadn't told her otherwise, she would've been sure that she was going to die. The sound of bullets was louder than it seemed on TV; rather than just a light bang that came and went quickly, there was a huge blast that seemed like it should've been accompanying cannon fire. It hit the walls and echoed back at her.

She glared at Remy as they sought temporary refuge behind a thick white pillar. "Ah gotta tell ya, this second date's really startin' ta suck."

"I t'ought femmes love an adventurer." He pouted, while reaching into his pocket to find his own weapon.

"That's th' danger o' overgeneralizin'."

"Merde." She didn't know if he was talking about what she'd said, or about his unfortunate lack of chargeable throwables.

"Ah thought luck was always on yoah side."

He looked up at her sharply, silently, until a smile spread across his face. "It is." She waited as he bent down and retrieved a small box he hidden under his pant leg. It was jungle green in color, her favorite, and decorated with fancy squiggles.

"Can Ah ask why ya got that hidden on yoah person?"

Remy shrugged. "Present. Y' weren't s'ppossed t' see it until after dinner, but I'm gonna make an exception."

"How kind." He lifted the lid and showed her the gift: a necklace, consisting of bullets laced together with a tiny gold chain. It was lovely and all, but she couldn't help but frown. "You're givin' me a bullet necklace?"

"Was givin'." He corrected, as he tore it apart and let it fall to pieces in his hand. "Unfortunately, it's gonna serve another use t'night."

"Naturally. How come these guys are chasin' us, again?"

"It's hard t' say."

"Well, there's really nothin' else for us ta talk about, is there?"

Remy gave a resigned sigh. "If I had t' guess, I'd say it was 'cause I stole their priceless heirloom this mornin'. They wouldn't have seen me at all if I hadn't been in such a hurry, but dis jewel was requested 'specially by Candra an' she said make it snappy."

"Maybe next time, a little less with the snappin', and more with th' anonymity, huh? Or should Ah expect this ev'ry time we try an' have a night on th' town?"

Remy charged and tossed most of the bullets at someone Rogue couldn't see. "If it happened ev'ry night, it'd get borin' real fast. C'mon." They started running again towards the restaurants exit.

Lady Luck was on their side, as it turned out. Despite the bullets flying in their direction, neither of them was hit and they were able to duck outside and into a random alleyway. Once there, Remy leaned against the wall, running a hand over his face. "Mais, we're almost safe, non?"

"Except th' bike's on th' other side o' the buildin'." Rogue pointed out. She gave him an even stare. "How come you planned on given me a necklace o' bullets?"

"Well, it was a gift someone gave me once. I was five years old, an' dis girl on da street –must've been sixteen, seventeen- decided ta help me out. She counted quarters until she had enough ta buy me lunch, an' then she gave me da necklace an' said: Boy, I hope you make it out here better n' me." He smiled. "It's prob'ly stupid t' someone who doesn't understand th' significance o' that meal. Long 'fore I had Jean Luc, Henri, and da Guilds, dat girl showed me da first bit o' kindness I'd ever known. Tried t' find her later, but no one knew her. Still, she became m' rogue angel."

"That..." Rogue frowned. "That's really sweet."

"Ever since I met you, it's like findin' her. I can't explain it, 'cept it seems like I'm bein' saved all over again. From what, I don't know. It's just somet'in' I feel inside. You're m' Roguey."

"Ah'm sorry ya broke it an' used it for ammunition," she said.

He held up a single bullet. "Not all o' it." Reaching for her palm, he set it inside and then closed her hand around it. "Don't say I never gave y' nothin'."

She laughed. "Ah'm sorry Ah said this was a bad second date. Ah've changed mah mind, actually. It's a pretty damn good date. Action, adventure, romance, intrigue. It's like bein' in a movie, we got it all."

"Keep dat t'ought in mind, Chere, 'cause we're gonna have t' climb up t' da rooftop if we want t' get away soon."

"But Ah'm wearin' Merci's dress. It'll be ruined."

"It'll be ruined if y' bleed all over it, too."

"But..."

"Unless you can fly," he gestured upwards. "We're climbin'."

"Ah'm so not goin' on a third date." She declared, folding her arms and looking away from him.

"Although, as Ah'm sure ya gathered, Ah did go on a third date. An' many, many more."

"I kind of figured. Did you ever start working for the Guilds yourself?"

"Only as a secretary for Remy's dad. Remy made me promise Ah wouldn't try an' go out on th' field until he could find th' time ta train me himself. Ah should've known he never planned on gettin' around to it. The creep."

"But you loved him?"

She smiled. "Dearly. Ah can still remember the first time we said that word. L-O-V-E."

She was outside, and it was midnight. Despite the hour, and the fact that a cold wind was teasing her, Rogue felt warm, comfortable, and content. With good reason, too, for she enveloped in the strongest, and conversely, softest arms she'd ever felt: Remy's, naturally. The moment was pure bliss, but more than that, it was a testimony to how close they'd become.

It was the first time she ever let him hold her like that. He'd always tried to touch her, sneaking his hands around her waist, stealing her hands, her hair, the ends of her shirt. And she'd respond by batting away the incorrigible flirt, sometimes threatening violence, which he'd take with a sly smile or knowing wink.

But this night, he was irresistible...

"Remy," She murmured softly. "Did you ever catch fireflies when you were a kid?"

"When I was a kid?" She could feel his grin. "I was out catchin' 'em last week."

"You were in Cairo last week, stealin' th' plans of a drug lord for his rivals."

"Da mission was so easy, Chere, I had t' find a way t' entertain m'self 'til da plane arrived."

She laughed at his nonsense, leaning forward to keep her hair out of his mouth. He'd already joked twice about swallowing a few of the brown strands. But Remy wasn't so quick to let her go; he drew her back to him, hugging her tight against his chest, so that she could feel it rumble when he talked. "Uh, uh, Roguey. It's no fair tryin' t' escape."

Of course, she didn't want to. But she responded coyly. "What are ya gonna do, keep me here all eternity?"

"Non. Much longer n' dat."

The moon above them was a tiny crescent, a thin, shimmering bend of light. It caught and held Rogue's gaze, and she sighed at the sight. "How come people never wish on th' moon?"

"Co faire?"

"Ah was just wonderin'. Folks are always hopin' for shootin' stars an' th' like, but the moon is so much more reliable. It's always there, nine times outta ten."

"People don't want reliable." He said slowly. "They like guessin'. Uncertainty. Mystery."

"Do you?" She asked, suddenly, thinking of uncertain things were regarding her powers.

But Remy knew her well. He saw her train of thought, and shook his head. "I dunno, Beb. Sometimes. But y' know what I really like?" He raised her hand with his own and kissed the gauzy material that protected her fingers. "Holdin' you." She rolled her eyes, but his kiss had sent a shiver racing through her. Again, Remy responded by holding her tighter.

"Ah love you, Remy." At first, she didn't know why she'd said that. Neither of them had ever gone so far as utter those particular words before; it was implied that they wouldn't say them at all, unless they really, truly meant it. But as Remy tilted her head back so that he could look in her eyes, she knew she wouldn't take them back, even if she could.

After a moment of silence, she laughed, nervously. "This is usually th' part where you reciprocate, Sugah."

"I know," he said with a nod. "M' just wonderin' how it happened."

"Ah think it had somethin' ta do with th' cake y' baked yesterday. It tasted real good, an' Ah thought: Rogue, ya gotta hold onto this boy, or who'll bake for ya like this?"

"Silly girl." He brushed the hair from her face. "'Course I love y' back. I been tryin' like a fool t' get you t' say it first."

"What?"

"C'mon, Chere. We're sittin' outside at midnight, a bottle o' bourbon tossed lazily on da side, you in m' arms, only a whisper o' a moon above us. Y' know how carefully I planned it all? Bella's gonna be makin' fun o' me for weeks, since I asked her f'r help settin' da scenery."

She frowned. "But we're outside. What more scenery could there be?"

He laughed. "Let's just say th' fireflies y' saw weren't here five minutes fo' y' walked over."

She dropped her head into her hands. "Great. Ah'm in love with a con artist."

"It is great, ain't it?"

"An' it was as simple as that. A few exchange o' words, an' we were devoted."

I tried to imagine a 'devoted' Remy, but that man was so much unlike the brash, arrogant boy I think of when I hear his name. Still, she sounded sure, and I suppose it was easy for her to touch those parts of Remy LeBeau that we always had trouble reaching.

And again, I was taken aback at this girl before me. This Rogue who not our Rogue. Had she been hiding all this time? I asked her about this, and she shrugged.

"Things kinda went crazy an' Ah had ta leave our home abruptly. Didn't even get a chance ta say goodbye. Ah discovered quickly that it's hard survivin' alone once ya know you were meant ta live with someone else. Ah didn't know what ta do. So, when y'all found me, Ah figured the best way ta start learnin' ta get by without Remy was ta pretend as if Ah'd never known him."

"But, if you don't mind my asking, what happened? Why aren't you with Remy right now?"

As it turns out, my asking wasn't all right. It touched a nerve, and she frowned; while speaking of Remy, serenity had smoothed over the features of her face, but that was gone now. "Somethin' happened," she said, being deliberately vague.

"But you'll be reunited now," I cringed after I said it, thinking of how I'd forgotten Robert Drake.

"It ain't that easy. Ah can't...It's..." Rogue shut her eyes, took a deep breath, and stood up. "It's complicated, is all... Ah think Ah've talked m'self out, Mr. Summers. Ah still gotta go find somethin' an'... Ah just really gotta go."

I caught her hand before she could leave, and gave it a squeeze. Awkward moment? Like you wouldn't believe, but opening my mouth again would've been worse, and I didn't want her thinking she was back to being alone. She nodded, understanding.

I saw Logan looking at us through an open window, an expression on his face I couldn't read. And I thought, he thinks he knows her. But none of us really do; we are acquainted only with a mask, a shell, a shadow of her true self. Yet, there is someone who's met the real Rogue, and that man's probably only twenty minutes away. What's going to happen when he gets here?

I pondered this question until the answer came to me: the short run is uncertain. Anything can happen. They might embrace, they might scream and hate each other for the moment. But if they really share 'crazy, magic, improbable love' as Rogue has convinced me, I have to think their future together will eventually be bright.

That's why I'm going to teach again. If I can believe in Rogue and Remy, I can believe in us, too. After all, we've got love on our side. Death can't touch that.

Real time...

Remy LeBeau pulled his bike (or rather, the bike he'd borrowed from a gentleman at the airport) into the garage and took a good, long look around. Everything seemed the same as he'd left it, except that Scott's motorcycle was oddly low on gas; but even so, there was a sense of emptiness weighing down the air. He sighed, softly. Never had he imagined he'd be called home for such sorrowful reasons.

"Hey, Gambit!" Someone cried. He turned and saw Jubilation Lee standing in the driveway. Living up to her name, she rushed to his arms on speedy toes, smiling, and embracing him tightly as they collided. "We really need you here," she confessed.

"I know, Petite," He acknowledged with a small smile. "Long time, no see, non? Y' gettin' old on me."

"Hardly."

"I talked t' Charlie a bit on da phone, but he couldn't say everyt'in'. Why don't y' tell me how it's been."

"You mean, like, aside from Magneto trying to turn the world leaders into mutants, the death of Senator Kelly in our infirmary, the fight with the evil man who invaded our mansion, the arrival of the mysterious man who killed the evil man, the new girl, the new blue guy, the defection of Pryo, and the death of our beloved teacher/mentor? Because not counting that stuff, it's been spiffy."

"Glad I didn't miss nothin' important." He said, pushing her away, but also linking his arm with hers so he could walk her back towards the driveway and up to the front door. "I still can't believe y' let strange men invade da mansion. There's dis t'ing, we call it a security system."

"Yeah, and it's so all your fault we didn't have one functioning. You disabled it a little too well, Gambit. We still can't unscramble it enough to even uninstall it."

"Oops." He'd always told Xavier that it wasn't safe enough, but the changes hadn't been coming along very quickly. So, the night he left for New Orleans, he'd tampered with it a bit, as one last reminder. He didn't know they'd have trouble repairing it. "Say, where's Icy, anyway? Hope he's not avoidin' me 'cause he still owes me dat fifty dollars."

"Nah, he's probably with his new girlfriend. They're still in that lovey dovey, inseparable stage of their relationship."

Remy paused at this. He and Bobby Drake were good friends, the kind that snuck out together and went 'girl-hunting' in the wee hours of the night. It had always been fun, but though he didn't have the responsibility of a fiancé like Remy, Drake had made a point of never getting too serious with a girl. Not until now, he supposed, and she had to be some girl. "Icy's got a steady?"

"Quit acting like you want one, too." Jubilee chided. "Not you, the might oak of bachelorhood."

Remy looked away. He thought about confessing that the mighty oak had been chopped down, cut up, and turned into cutting boards, cupboards, nightstands, and coffee tables; in other words, domesticated. He'd packed his bachelorhood on a train heading for Abu Dhabi and had been halfway through the goodbyes when his Rogue had vanished, leaving him in limbo: definitely not single, but not married, either.

But before he told anyone about that, he wanted to see Scott. Tante Matte once gave him a set of 'good luck keys'. To open doors, she'd said, when life was shutting them in your face. As of late, Remy had been keeping them in his pocket while he quested for his own lost love, but Remy was willing to share a little with Summers.

He and Jubilee stepped up to the front door, and like a gentleman, he reached to open it.

But it opened itself first. And there, standing on the other side, was none other than Robert Drake himself. Not that Remy noticed. He was instantly drawn to the girl on Bobby's arm. She was the single most amazing sight of Remy's life. His Rogue, his girl, was at the mansion.

Suddenly, Remy couldn't breathe.

And so, here we are at the end of the semi-middle of chapter two (if that makes any sense to you). If you don't like the conversation format of the first chapter, and the beginning of this one, don't worry, the next half of chapter two steers away from that. But if you do like the format, don't worry either, because chapter three will probably pick it up again. No worries.

BTW, all I know about Abu Dhabi is that it's where Garfeild liked to send Nermal.

To my lovely reviewers:

Ishandahalf: Wait, let me make sure I have this straight: you think it would be depressing for Remy to come back and find Rogue in the arms of another man. I have this weird feeling, like maybe I've said and felt that before myself in a review I wrote to someone... hmm. Anyways, I didn't want him to give up her trail, either, but it sort of crucial to the story. Oh, WHY must I be a slave to the story? WHY?

Balabalooza: You know, you're name is very fun to say. I'm saying it even as I type this. I'm sorry if it was hard to figure out who was talking; I debated it a lot, and bold print seemed too harsh. I'm glad you liked it though! Thanks much for the review, and please, come again!

EnchantedLight, RaevenMoon, Quazee: author blushes from compliments Thank you! You're all so nice, I'm compelled to order make-believe ice-cream for everyone!

Roguechere: Was Jean eaten?! I'm sure a lot of people would've liked for her to have been (although I don't share that same passionate hatred). Actually, though, I think the Cannibal headline was just an exaggeration by the tabloid paper Remy was reading. You know how they stretch the truth. This morning, I saw that a five-ton baby was born to Alligator people on an airplane flying over the Bermuda Triangle. :)

PsychoticNetJunkie: Ah, I accept many kinds of bribes; cookies being somewhere near the top of the list. In fact, most sweets will do, except for sugar-dipped pig nails. I'm allergic to those ;) Thanks for the review.

EmeraldKatsEye: Can't breath...too much pressure... crushing me... Not that I don't love it! I'm always glad when one of my stories leaves an impression on someone. I'm just scared that this part might've let you down! It didn't, did it? Tell me!

Zenyth: I dunno if you've read my fics before, but you should be proud of me. You asked for an update soon, I updated! Yay! Thank you ever so much for your review!

Silver Ink: Kill Bobby? KILL BOBBY? Do you have any ideas? :D No, seriously, I like Bobby. I wouldn't kill him. It's not his fault the writers of the movies are a wee bit sick in the head. Thanks for the review!

MwrulesC: Well, I'll just tell you straight out: she really is untouchable. Le sigh. As for her feeling about Bobby, she mentioned them a little, but we'll get more into that in the next part. And, just to show that we Romy fans are thinking along the same lines, I too wanted Remy to know things about her that Logan and Bobby don't. And THAT will be an even BIGGER part of next time. So come again! And thanks!

Freak87: I'm glad you like it so far; a big part of this story was having an Established Remy and a New Rogue. After all, it's often the other way around. Variety is good for the health. I think. :) Thank you for your review!

Goddess Evie: I liked Brother Pat, too. And who knows, we may yet encounter him again. Okay, probably not, but nothing's set in stone. And yes, you can rejoice in Jean's death even though it'll make some little, tiny part of me sad. :)

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