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Drifters
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Chapter 23: Remember Me?
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Silence.
There had been nothing but the complete and utterly disturbing silence, nothing but the steady sound of their foot steps in the ground up mud, for the last two hours. A sure record for the loud mouthed Aussie. But the deafening silence was starting to worry both Creed and Piotr. At first it was great, a blessing in disguise really. But after a while they started to think that something was seriously wrong with him. It just wasn't normal, that's what it was.
Sure they both knew it was possible to go without speaking for two hours straight, hell they had been doing it for the last two hours too. But for John to just clam up like that was way beyond normal. It was extremely weird for one and it made them think he was sick or something. Maybe he had gotten so hungry that he was too weak to speak. Perhaps. But they didn't really think that was the case. They both thought for one brief moment that John was actually thinking hard about something but they shook off the thought cause it just didn't really sound like John. John was more of a vocal person anyway, so even if he were thinking about something, he would shoot out his random thoughts right out his mouth for the world to here them. But this, this was just creepy. Even for John.
" Alright ladies and germs." John said taking a quick look at his two male companions, they both looked up at him in shook. He was finally speaking. " Okay just germs." John grinned. " I St. Jonathan Quincy Allerdyce have come up with the answer to the greatest mystery the world has ever known. Doctors, scholars, and fry cooks across the globe have thought long and hard for decades for this very answer. And I have today, after two pain staking hours come up with the answer." John ranted on.
" Fry cooks? Why fry cooks?" Piotr interrupted.
" Yes, fry cooks. Why not fry cooks I ask you mate?" John asked halting his pace.
" Vell if this is something doctors or scholars have been researching vhy vould a low rate fry cook vonder?" Piotr asked his Russian accent coming out strong as he rolled his R's.
" HEY, Hey. I used to be a fry cook before this gig. So I would appreciate a little more respect." John snapped out slightly offended, Piotr walked past him and John jogged a bit to keep up, all that happy.
" You vere a fry cook?" Piotr asked with a raised eyebrow. John bent his neck back and looked up at the giant.
" You got a problem with that mate?" John asked slightly glaring at him.
" No, I just can't zee you doing dat." Piotr stated, smiling. After a day and a half of being stuck with John your face tends to get stuck like that, Piotr thought wirily.
John frowned. " Hey, what's that suppose to mean?" John asked in an offended tone, he was not likely what Peter was implying.
" Nothing." Piotr said in a shocked voice. Did he say something wrong? Piotr thought for a quick moment. " You just come off as a person that would prefer to work. out doors." Piotr tried to weasel his way out; he didn't think him saying that would offend John, so his act of trying to weasel himself seemed to be working for the most part. John still glared at him. He had already pulled out his lighter and had a flame going. " Uh.So. What was the answer?" Piotr asked trying to change the subject.
" What answer?" John asked completely spacing out forgetting the fact that he felt insulted by Piotr. What question had he answered again? What was he thinking out a few moments ago? What the bloody hell did he have for breakfast? Oh that's right he didn't eat breakfast, he had woken up at the crack of dawn and Sabertooth's bad breath. With only three hours of sleep even though he was graciously given five hours but two of those five hours he had spent trying to get in a good position but every time he always ended up with a rock poking him in some strange manor. Whether it be his head, back or his butt, he could not for the life of him get comfortable.
John sighed in exasperation in recalling his short-lived night of restless sleep. His stomach chose to growl at that moment, reminding him of how hungry he still was. He seriously couldn't wait until they passed a gas station, what he would give for an apple tree, a black berry bush, something anything, my kingdom for a beet. Why had a beet entered his mind? He must be loosing it, John thought in horror. The longest he had ever gone without eating had been for three hours, and it was the longest three hours of his life.
" John?" Piotr called out again, he had been calling his name for the last few moments.
" Huh?" John's eyes blinked in realization, how long had he been calling him? See this was what not getting your six squares a day did to him.
" You okay?" Piotr asked, he heard a small grunt from Sabertooth but paid it no mind. For a moment there Piotr thought John had slipped back into his state of silence or whatever you wanted to call it. Not that he didn't love the extra peace, it just scared him that John could be that quiet.
" I'm starving now that you ask mate." John cried out.
Piotr flinched he just had to remind him. Now he had to get John's mind off being hungry other wise he would never hear the end of it. What was John talking about before again? Oh right. " So what was the answer?" Piotr asked remembering how this whole thing got started.
" What answer? What question?" John asked out loud. What had he been- " Oh right." John slapped his forehead. " How could I be so stupid?" John asked himself.
" Keep hitting your head like that and I could see why." Creed finally decided to speak up after going three hours with out talking to them.
Piotr looked up to Creed, he had been quietly leading them for sometime now. " How close are we?" Piotr asked.
" Close." Creed answered.
" How long?" Piotr asked walking up right beside him. John looked at the two of them and immediately saw trouble.
" About-"
" Excuse me. But I thought you wanted me to let you know what the answer to the greatest mystery of the world was." John complained not liking the fact that those to were partnering up again. Then they would start to gang up on him, again. And he didn't want it to happen, again. Did he mention that it had happened before?
" What you finally found out why you get on my nerves?" Creed asked grumbling under his breath about not getting paid enough for this.
" I do?" John asked, his words dripping with sarcasm. "But that's not the question. I St. John Quincy Allerdyce have come up with the answer to the question-"
" Get on with it John." Piotr yelled at him. John jumped back a bit, not expecting Peter to yell at him.
" Fine. You know it took me two hours to come up with that opening." John snapped out, folding his arms over his chest, giving off a mock pouting face.
" I thought it took you two hours to come up with the answer?" Creed asked.
" So you were listening." John accused pointing an accusing finger at Creed.
" You're to loud to drown out." Creed simply answered with a small growl.
" Ha ha. Very funny. But the answer was easy the opening for the answer was the hard part." John told them. Both Creed and Piotr looked each other and knew they were thinking the same thing. Somebody just shoot me now.
" So what's the answer?" Creed asked.
" Vhat was the question?" Piotr chimed in.
" Well look who suddenly wants to know." John said with an evil grin.
" Fine don't tell us." Creed told him turning his back to John once again.
" Well if you insist. " John said with an overjoyed smile. " I have found out the answer to the age old question. And I have discovered that the egg does indeed come before the chicken. Cause the chicken can't just pop out of thin air. It has to grow, but then again there would be no mother hen caring for it and it would die so where would the other chickens come from if the first chicken died. So I guess that means that the chicken did indeed come first but that brings up the fact that life grows. So I guess I should just stick with my original statement saying the egg came first." John lectured them and both Piotr and Creed stated laughing. "What is so dam funny?" John asked snapping out of his dazed thinking state, slightly offended.
" You." Both of them answered between bouts of laughter. John frowned and decided to not say anything for the moment and kept on walking past them.
" Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up you hyenas." John grumbled, he decided to take a quick look at his surroundings for the first time in a while, in an attempt to drown them out. Looking around John then saw something off in the distance. It was dusk and nightfall was fast approaching. Images in the distance were beginning to blur together but he could still make out something. Some small shape in the distance. Perhaps a house. And then he saw some small and faint pink light by the larger shadow. One of the shadows was walking away but the other stayed still, with the faint pink light right next to them. He had seen something like it before it was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't come up with it now. " Hey mates." John called back to them both; Creed and Piotr were still laughing up a storm but looked up anyway.
" What John?" Creed asked in annoyed tone.
" What's that?" John asked pointing toward the rogue figure in the distance.
Instantly they both stopped laughing and looked at what John was pointing at. There in the distance was what looked to be a small house with an unusually large shadow and by a small pink light you could barley make out a human figure. And the small pink light stayed suspended in air next to the figure then as if, it were tossed into the air it drifted away from it and exploded.
Now he remembered where he had seen it. " Gambit." John whispered. And Creed grinned like the devil he was.
" We found him."
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Rogue had been on her way to the kitchen but on her way down the hallway the faint smell of smoke and tobacco had caught her attention. It reminded her of something. She glanced out one of the windows that gave you a clear view onto the patio and not at all surprised she looked out to see Remy. He was just sitting there smoking what looked like to be a cigar, the look didn't really work for him, was Rogue's first thought. He was more of a cigarette-looking guy, a cigar looked to sophisticate for him.
Rogue had been purposely trying to avoid Remy all day for two reasons. One being that they always seemed to get into an argument whenever they were in the same room and second was because she was so confused as to what their relationship was. She had a few memories of them together but not many. But the ones that she could remember they seemed to be really close. She saw them kiss. And that made her wonder if the reason that he was such a jerk around her was because he was upset that she forgot about him. Maybe that was it? No he seemed like the kind of guy to come out and say something. But still. The thought had plagued her mind all day. And she hated it.
" You gonna stand dere all night or come out an' join Remy? Or does de smoke bother you?" Remy asked. The window was open so she heard him clearly meaning he could hear her coming. It shouldn't have startled her that he knew she was there watching him but it did and she jumped, just a little bit.
" No Ah don' mind." Rogue said opening the screen door to join him. She didn't sit to close to him because she was a little uneasy around him and the smell of smoke seemed so familiar to her. It almost had a homey aroma like her body was completely used to the scent. The only explanation she had for that were a few faint memories or flashes of her in a bar watching and cheering someone on. Other then that she drew a complete blank, but the smell felt familiar and she liked it.
" Member anyt'ing?" Remy asked in a carefree tone while he puffed out some smoke. Rogue didn't answer right away instead she just watched him. He was seated at the top of the stairs with his feet resting on the step below. His elbows were lazily resting on the top of his thighs and he had his gaze stretched up towards to sky painted with bright and vibrant colors. This porch would be perfect if it was facing the sunset. But she imagined that in the early mornings it had an awesome view of the sunrise. " Y' okay chere?" Remy asked after a few moments snapping her out of her thoughts.
Rogue blinked her eyes a couple of times just realizing that she had been staring at him. No gawking would have been the more correct terms but dam just look at him Rogue thought. She wasn't embarrassed by it though at least she didn't think she was, what was wrong with looking at a person anyway? Especially a really good no hot looking guy about.. wait how old was he? Out of the few things she seemed to know about Remy his age wasn't one of them.
Gawd ya sound lihake a frickin' schoolgirl. A voice out of nowhere said. Rogue thought it was her physics so she just brushed the thought away, but something in the back of her mind knew better.
" Rogue?" Remy called out her name again and Rogue shook her head of all unneeded thoughts. That was twice she had spaced out in front of him in the last, what two minutes?
" Fiahne." Rogue told him wistfully. She wasn't really fine, what she was, was really confused, about a lot of things really, him being one of them.
" How's y'arm?"
" Sore but good." Rogue answered with ease. There was another long silence that seemed to stretch between them until Rogue finally decided to ask him something that had been nagging at her for a while.
" Hey Rem-"
" Rogue-"
They both smiled. " You go first." Rogue told him. It wasn't like what she wanted to ask him was that important.
" Um do you um.how's de p'tite in your head?" Remy asked instead. She wasn't to sure what he was going to ask but the question made her think of Alex for the first time in what seemed like days but really was only a few hours. She hadn't spoken to the girl and she hadn't said anything to her either. Maybe she was just watching how this whole thing played out and laughing. She didn't know. She knew she was still there, Rogue could sense her but it was faint.
* I'm okay Rogue. Just watching you. Couldn't find any more physics. They all hid away from me, like there scared. Sorry. * Rogue heard Alex's voice crystal clear. Rogue nodded but then realized she couldn't see the action.
* Alright. * Rogue told her and felt a little bit better. She didn't know why but oh well.
" She's fihane." Rogue told Remy. He nodded and removed the cigar from his mouth and stared blankly at it. It wasn't the question he really wanted to ask but it just came out. He honestly didn't really care too much about Alex. Well he did but he didn't. He had never met her and how could you care about someone you didn't know? The only reason he asked was because he had chickened out of his other question.
" You wanted t'ask Remy something?" Remy asked in a carefree tone. Rogue nodded.
" Um yeah. Hey Remy what." She paused. " What was our relationship?" She asked timidly.
Whay would y'ask dat? The voice asked in an agitated tone.
Rogue looked around but saw no one. It wasn't Alex, for that she was certain. And it wasn't the other physics in her head. So who the hell was it?
Remy didn't say anything for a long time nether did Rogue. She just sat in silence waiting for his answer. A few thoughts crossed her mind, but nothing stuck. She was more worried by what his answer would be more then anything. Was she just being stupid or what? A major thought was why isn't he saying anything? Why is he being so dam cool and collect about all this? Say something dammit. Rogue all but screamed in her head.
* Jeez Rogue calm down. * Alex informed her. Rogue sighed to herself and muttered a quick sorry. But Alex was right she was getting all worked up over nothing. But that still didn't mean that she was all too happy with Remy's on going silence.
" What do you t'ink it was?" Remy asked. Oh that was a great answer, Rogue thought. All she wanted to know was very simple and he is going to make it complicated.
" That's whay Ah asked you." Rogue snapped.
" But Remy wants t'know what you remember. Trust Remy'll it'll help y'get your memories back." He told her as he casually rubbed his bare hands together. Sometime during her ranting thoughts he must have put out the cigar.
Rogue sat still for a moment. Really trying to think about when she was with Remy, all that she could remember really. " Ah remember you trying ta impress meh or somthin'." Rogue paused. " In a bar." She added as an after thought. She stole a quick glance at Remy and saw him nodded quietly. " There was a fight." Rogue continued slowly. " Something about a friend of mine." Rogue clutched her head; it was hard to remember something you should know. She wanted more then anything to know.
She did remember the kiss. The kiss was the main thing that made her question everything about him. But she didn't know how to bring it up.
Gawd grow a backbone. The voice from before told her rudely in an agitated tone.
Rogue listened to the voice. It did sound really familiar. But she couldn't pin point it. But the voice was right. She was being a spineless coward.
God why was she being so dam shy?
Why was she walking around eggshells around him?
Why couldn't she remember anything?
She wanted to remember. She wanted to remember everything she had forgotten. She wanted to remember.
Whay are ya bein' such a baby? The voice asked her. It was the first time the voice had really asked her something directly. It had mostly been snotty little comments.
But the voice was right again. " Ah don' know." Rogue answered allowed.
Remy gave her a curious look. " Cher?" Remy asked. But Rogue paid him no mind. She was on the verge of something. She could feel it. But why did she feel so afraid all of a sudden?
Why was she acting like this? Good God she was being such a baby.
This wasn't her.
Rogue's jaw slacked and her mouth slightly opened in realization. This wasn't her. She almost let out a small laugh. This wasn't her.
Rogue smiled. This wasn't her. She remembered. It was all so clear to her now. She had forgotten everything. Her life, her mother, the little boy, the night before, the guys after her, 'Ro, Max, Logan. " Logan." Rogue finally whispered allowed, low enough that Remy had trouble hearing her.
" Huh?" Remy asked her. What was wrong with her? Remy thought, all he wanted to know wanted to know what she remembered so he could play off it and get her back to Magneto so he could leave.
Rogue slowly turned her head and looked directly at Remy. He was looking right at her too, which didn't help the situation. " You." Rogue accused pointing her finger accusingly at him, not at all happy at the moment.
Making Remy wonder what he had done. She was looking at him strangely. Then it hit him. She remembered. And that meant that she remembered about him being after her. Not good Remy thought. Not good at all. " Now Cher." Remy started but Rogue cut him off, jumping up off the porch, she was now standing right in front off him, not looking the least bit happy. This was not what he wanted to have happen.
" For starters the name is Rogue. And second, where the hell am Ah?" Rogue thought she was being rather calm, all things considering. If you asked Remy he would answer otherwise.
" You don' remember?" Remy asked her. He could have sworn that he had told her where they were, then he remembered he didn't really know where he was either.
" Not much. Now where is this place? Is this your base? Have you kidnapped meh? Where's Logan?" Rogue demanded losing her cool demeanor.
" In Louisiana." Remy answered trying to lighten the mood. How could she not know the obvious? Remy wondered.
" Oh that narrows it down." Rogue said sarcastically.
" Now listen, Cher." Remy instructed her. But Rogue wasn't in the mood to listen.
" Ah'm out of here. Ah'm going ta find Logan." Rogue told him not really caring for the answers he would give her. Only problem was, Rogue thought as she was about only five feet away from him, she needed his help. Dammit, Rogue thought in frustration.
Remy saw her stop and shrug her shoulders in defeat. He let out a sigh of relief, he wasn't really in the mood to go and chase after her. " Cher."
" The names Rogue." She said bitterly, showing him her back not wanting to turn around at the moment. She had a massive headache and she didn't feel that entirely well.
" Fine. Rogue." He said, waiting for her to turn around. When she didn't turn to face him after a couple of minutes, he sighed and walked around to look her in the eye. " Hey." He said when he was finally looking at her face to face.
" Ah want to know where he is." Rogue told him looking him right in the eye. She was pissed off. She knew he was after her, she knew who he was too, she knew who he worked for, she knew she they had set a trap to keep Logan busy, so to her that meant he knew where Logan was. And what she wanted right now was the only family she had ever known. And that meant that she had two options. She could either a) wait for Remy to tell her or b) drain it out of him. Now after a point last night she didn't really remember all that much. She remembered Alex- who was being rather quiet at the moment. She remembered fighting the guards, and then Gambit nearly killing one or two of them. And then everything else was a hazy blur, much like the last two days. There was a guy named Hank, and these two other people in the hospital like room, but that was really it. Oh and she remembered Gambit being a total ass at breakfast one morning but everything else was fuzzy, so to speak.
" Remy don' know, Cher." Remy told her honestly. The plan was actually to kill Logan, you know just permanently get him out of the way so he wouldn't interfere with their plans. But then, things got out of hand with Trask following them. And why wouldn't he have chased after him? They were all over the news for weeks, what with all the talk of Demons. What psycho pathic mutant hating hunter would let all that go unattended too. And he most likely was after him. That didn't sit to well with him. In the long and prefect record of Area 51, Remy Lebeau was the only mutant to get out and live to tell the tale. Not that he was just going to go around telling people though; he'd rather just forget it.
" If your lying to meh, Ah swear, so God help you-"
" Relax. Remy gives you his word as a respected t'ief dat you will see Logan soon." Remy told her reaching for her out stretched hand that hand been curled up in a fist to back up her unfinished threat.
" The word of a thief huh?" Rogue said staring down at his hand holding hers. She didn't like it one bit, so she jerked it free, her shoulder still injured stung badly with the jerk of motion. She clenched her teeth but refused to let him see that so she rapidly spun on her heal, turning away from him. This matter of movement also wasn't all that great on her shoulder. Rogue took a deep breath and slowly let it out, what she would give for some Advil or some morphine, or just small tiny tap of Logan's powers. " It'll have ta do."
" Well Remy's glad to meet your such high standards." He called out to her. Rogue stopped and slowly turned around.
" What are you implying?" Rogue asked him, trying to figure out if he was just joking or insulting her.
" Remy's implying that you're acting like a little brat." Now why did he say that? It wasn't completely true in Remy's mind, just half true. Remy thought as he watched her emerald eyes flare up. They were about four feet away, one might guess so Remy had enough time to dodge if she did attack him. So he would be considered safe for all of one second.
" You don't even know meh an' ya callin' meh a brat?" Rogue asked him taking a step foreword.
" If de show fits." Remy told her. Why the hell was he going on like this? This was not how he treated her before and this is not how he usually treated a lady, period. This was as bad as he usually treated John. No. He had to take that back, he treated John even worse. But it was a close second, but she was asking for it.
" Why you asshole." Rogue said for lack of a better come back. Her head was really starting to hurt; it was a little pounding drum on the side of her head that would not stop and her bullet wound was starting to throb, like no tomorrow.
" Dat de best y'can come up wit' Cher?" Remy asked her, because he too was having trouble in the come back department, he was too tired for this.
" Ah told ya not to call meh Cher." Rogue bit back, trying to find that little pulse in her hand to bring out Alex's powers. She wasn't going to hurt him, she just wanted to give him a good scare. There it was, and Rogue brought out the claws on her left hand, thrusting her clawed hand right at his head but the sight of a glowing pink light stopped her mid way. Both were glaring at each other. And for the moment Rogue pushed all feeling of pain in her body aside. She was now only focusing on him.
" Well Remy happens t'like callin' ya Cher." Remy yelled out to her. The charged card wouldn't hurt her, just shut her up for a while. Have her pass out for an hour or two. Maybe he should just kiss her and knock himself out, it was a tempting alternative. Remy thought as he looked at her sweet lips. No, stop your in the middle of a fight and you already want to kiss and make-up. Snap out of it. He told himself rather angry.
" Ya used ta like th' name Rogue." She yelled out to him. Opps, she didn't want to say that, to late now she told herself. But once she remembered she didn't ever want to reveal that, it was weird.
" What's that suppose to mean?" Remy asked her, completely confused. What was she talking about? And what the hell were they arguing about again?
" You gave meh the name, when Ah was seven." Rogue snapped out at him, she couldn't believe this was the same little boy. The only other person besides Embers, Logan and 'Ro that she had ever talked to in her youth, and drunken men in bars that she made bets with and the ones hit on her did not count.
" Remy t'inks he would have remem-" He stopped and gave her a good look. It was her, the little girl, wasn't it? Only difference was she filled out and got an attitude. She was the girl. The one he had thought about off and on when he was jailed in Area 51. No way, Remy thought. But it still didn't change things now. Now she was close to tearing him to shreds and he was close to blowing both of them up to kingdom come.
" So ya remember meh?" Rogue asked retracting her claws. Remy nodded. " Good, now forget it cause it changes nothing. Ah still hate ya." Rogue told him truthfully. She had always wondered what it would have been like to meet him again. This was not how she pictured it at all. Life is just full of disappointments Rogue thought bitterly. Rogue relaxed a bit and turned around heading back into the house, she wasn't feeling up for this. She felt sick.
* Rogue?* Alex asked.
* Not now.* Rogue snapped out not really meaning to. * Sorry.* Rogue said before she walked inside. Alex didn't answer, Rogue figured she got the message.
Remy remained still, he had lowered the charged card and was staring blankly at it. It did change anything, but he felt like he owed her something.
* Crurrrshshsh*
What the hell? Remy thought as he remained still. The comlink in his ear was giving off this static sound. It shouldn't be doing that Remy thought. John was to far out of-.
Remy didn't finish that thought. He looked for the only place with a descent vantage point and saw a small hill along the dirt road. They were coming. He couldn't see them but he could feel John. Having empathy made it easy to tell if people were sneaking up on you. With John, it was easy to tell. John just had this excited, overwhelmingly happy feeling about him that was easy to find. And that was what he felt now. Piotr and Creed were good at masking their emotions. His empathy was also an excellent lie detector.
Anther sharp wave of static rolled threw his ears but he stood stone still. It almost sounded like laughter. But that didn't make sense. Then there was some more muffling and then he heard it. Clear as crystal.
" We found him."
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Authors Note: Oh thank God I'm done. This I think has to be my best chapter yet. A cliffhanger yes, but this was one of the first original plans I had for this fic. And you'll see what I mean next chapter. This is for all of you guys that wanted more Romyness. It's not really fluff but fluff I promise will come later on. Once they've had some more quality time together. So now they know. Both of them. And it would seem to both of them that it changes nothing. I had another version of this chapter written but it sucks and it doesn't get things moving. It brings up nothing new. And the way I see it things are moving slow enough. But I still love this story.
Some of you may think that I made Rogue act like kind of a bitch in this chapter and you may be right. But, I think that if she just remembered everything and the only person she ever knew all he life was MIA it think I would be a little pissed to, considering she's stuck with yes a rather handsome Cajun, but still a man that she knows was looking for her from some reason. She maybe I over did it but I'm not going to change it.
And another thing. I reread my story and was shocked at how much my writing had improved over the coarse of this story. My first few chapters are totally void of any of my usual detail. So my plan over the next few weeks to look over and fix my first ten chapters, don't worry I won't change anything just add some detail and fix spelling errors. Maybe add some small talk but nothing major. So for those of you that haven't read the first few chapters in a while, by my next update check the first chapter out again and see the improvement. But so you know I will still keep writing up knew chapters.
One more thing. As most of you already know school has started back up. And well, I'm getting swamped with homework so chapters will be coming out more slowly. Not that I'm the fastest updater anyway but just letting you know. Well that's about it.
Oh yeah, because I have yet to answer any personal reviews for God knows how many updates, I give those of you that reviewed the last chapter these answers.
Draco MalfoyGirl 16: Hey hope you liked the chapter; I know it wasn't the fastest update but it's an update at least, right?
Just Me: Okay, I have now learned to fully not trust those dam online translators, nothing but trouble. I'll have to get someone else to translate for me. Oh well thank you for letting me know, one more thing, I actually know a Latin guy named Max, but with my Max in the story I figure his dad is Hispanic but his mom is American. And I figure that Max's grandpa was American and he got the name from him while his Grandma is Hispanic. What I'm trying to say is that in this day and age you're name has nothing to do with your origin, because everyone is so mixed that no one is a hundred percent anything anymore. With this exception for this really annoying girl I know that swears she's one hundred percent Irish, when she clearly doesn't look it, and was born in Hungry. Yeah right she's a full-blooded Irish chick, I just can't stand her. I also know a Korean guy with a clearly American name. So the whole reason I went into this whole long thing is just so you know that it is possible for a guy to be Hispanic with the name Max Cooper.
Ishandahalf: This was kind of a Romy chapter. Kind of. I hope you liked the chapter and sorry for the long period of time between updates.
Cool-Chick-Rae: Yeah last chapter was kind of me remembering about the villain's type thing. Hope you liked the chapter.
Starfire: Just a small hint but I have been thinking about adding in some Jonda. Not for a while though, Wanda's still out cold. And with the whole Sabertooth and Logan thing, I figured they haven't known each other long enough to fully hate each other yet, I mean they just met.
DaughterofDeath: Here's the new chapter and do you type anything else in your reviews? Just wondering.
Aka-Chan: Hey hope you liked the chapter and here is some more Remy Rogue interaction.
J: Okay not really romance but hey they were talking, the chapters to come will show more of the romance, trust me.
Mercury Dream: Yes more Romyness is coming; I am always true to my word. I have never really been a punctual person but better late then never I always say.
MistressDarkness: I don't plan on righting a sequel unless I have too. I'm not much of a fan for sequels most writers can never make them any good and I think I really could, but I don't know, depends where I end this story. And with sequels they never have the right balance between the new story and the prequel, ya know? Hope you liked the chapter.
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Chapter 23: Remember Me?
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Silence.
There had been nothing but the complete and utterly disturbing silence, nothing but the steady sound of their foot steps in the ground up mud, for the last two hours. A sure record for the loud mouthed Aussie. But the deafening silence was starting to worry both Creed and Piotr. At first it was great, a blessing in disguise really. But after a while they started to think that something was seriously wrong with him. It just wasn't normal, that's what it was.
Sure they both knew it was possible to go without speaking for two hours straight, hell they had been doing it for the last two hours too. But for John to just clam up like that was way beyond normal. It was extremely weird for one and it made them think he was sick or something. Maybe he had gotten so hungry that he was too weak to speak. Perhaps. But they didn't really think that was the case. They both thought for one brief moment that John was actually thinking hard about something but they shook off the thought cause it just didn't really sound like John. John was more of a vocal person anyway, so even if he were thinking about something, he would shoot out his random thoughts right out his mouth for the world to here them. But this, this was just creepy. Even for John.
" Alright ladies and germs." John said taking a quick look at his two male companions, they both looked up at him in shook. He was finally speaking. " Okay just germs." John grinned. " I St. Jonathan Quincy Allerdyce have come up with the answer to the greatest mystery the world has ever known. Doctors, scholars, and fry cooks across the globe have thought long and hard for decades for this very answer. And I have today, after two pain staking hours come up with the answer." John ranted on.
" Fry cooks? Why fry cooks?" Piotr interrupted.
" Yes, fry cooks. Why not fry cooks I ask you mate?" John asked halting his pace.
" Vell if this is something doctors or scholars have been researching vhy vould a low rate fry cook vonder?" Piotr asked his Russian accent coming out strong as he rolled his R's.
" HEY, Hey. I used to be a fry cook before this gig. So I would appreciate a little more respect." John snapped out slightly offended, Piotr walked past him and John jogged a bit to keep up, all that happy.
" You vere a fry cook?" Piotr asked with a raised eyebrow. John bent his neck back and looked up at the giant.
" You got a problem with that mate?" John asked slightly glaring at him.
" No, I just can't zee you doing dat." Piotr stated, smiling. After a day and a half of being stuck with John your face tends to get stuck like that, Piotr thought wirily.
John frowned. " Hey, what's that suppose to mean?" John asked in an offended tone, he was not likely what Peter was implying.
" Nothing." Piotr said in a shocked voice. Did he say something wrong? Piotr thought for a quick moment. " You just come off as a person that would prefer to work. out doors." Piotr tried to weasel his way out; he didn't think him saying that would offend John, so his act of trying to weasel himself seemed to be working for the most part. John still glared at him. He had already pulled out his lighter and had a flame going. " Uh.So. What was the answer?" Piotr asked trying to change the subject.
" What answer?" John asked completely spacing out forgetting the fact that he felt insulted by Piotr. What question had he answered again? What was he thinking out a few moments ago? What the bloody hell did he have for breakfast? Oh that's right he didn't eat breakfast, he had woken up at the crack of dawn and Sabertooth's bad breath. With only three hours of sleep even though he was graciously given five hours but two of those five hours he had spent trying to get in a good position but every time he always ended up with a rock poking him in some strange manor. Whether it be his head, back or his butt, he could not for the life of him get comfortable.
John sighed in exasperation in recalling his short-lived night of restless sleep. His stomach chose to growl at that moment, reminding him of how hungry he still was. He seriously couldn't wait until they passed a gas station, what he would give for an apple tree, a black berry bush, something anything, my kingdom for a beet. Why had a beet entered his mind? He must be loosing it, John thought in horror. The longest he had ever gone without eating had been for three hours, and it was the longest three hours of his life.
" John?" Piotr called out again, he had been calling his name for the last few moments.
" Huh?" John's eyes blinked in realization, how long had he been calling him? See this was what not getting your six squares a day did to him.
" You okay?" Piotr asked, he heard a small grunt from Sabertooth but paid it no mind. For a moment there Piotr thought John had slipped back into his state of silence or whatever you wanted to call it. Not that he didn't love the extra peace, it just scared him that John could be that quiet.
" I'm starving now that you ask mate." John cried out.
Piotr flinched he just had to remind him. Now he had to get John's mind off being hungry other wise he would never hear the end of it. What was John talking about before again? Oh right. " So what was the answer?" Piotr asked remembering how this whole thing got started.
" What answer? What question?" John asked out loud. What had he been- " Oh right." John slapped his forehead. " How could I be so stupid?" John asked himself.
" Keep hitting your head like that and I could see why." Creed finally decided to speak up after going three hours with out talking to them.
Piotr looked up to Creed, he had been quietly leading them for sometime now. " How close are we?" Piotr asked.
" Close." Creed answered.
" How long?" Piotr asked walking up right beside him. John looked at the two of them and immediately saw trouble.
" About-"
" Excuse me. But I thought you wanted me to let you know what the answer to the greatest mystery of the world was." John complained not liking the fact that those to were partnering up again. Then they would start to gang up on him, again. And he didn't want it to happen, again. Did he mention that it had happened before?
" What you finally found out why you get on my nerves?" Creed asked grumbling under his breath about not getting paid enough for this.
" I do?" John asked, his words dripping with sarcasm. "But that's not the question. I St. John Quincy Allerdyce have come up with the answer to the question-"
" Get on with it John." Piotr yelled at him. John jumped back a bit, not expecting Peter to yell at him.
" Fine. You know it took me two hours to come up with that opening." John snapped out, folding his arms over his chest, giving off a mock pouting face.
" I thought it took you two hours to come up with the answer?" Creed asked.
" So you were listening." John accused pointing an accusing finger at Creed.
" You're to loud to drown out." Creed simply answered with a small growl.
" Ha ha. Very funny. But the answer was easy the opening for the answer was the hard part." John told them. Both Creed and Piotr looked each other and knew they were thinking the same thing. Somebody just shoot me now.
" So what's the answer?" Creed asked.
" Vhat was the question?" Piotr chimed in.
" Well look who suddenly wants to know." John said with an evil grin.
" Fine don't tell us." Creed told him turning his back to John once again.
" Well if you insist. " John said with an overjoyed smile. " I have found out the answer to the age old question. And I have discovered that the egg does indeed come before the chicken. Cause the chicken can't just pop out of thin air. It has to grow, but then again there would be no mother hen caring for it and it would die so where would the other chickens come from if the first chicken died. So I guess that means that the chicken did indeed come first but that brings up the fact that life grows. So I guess I should just stick with my original statement saying the egg came first." John lectured them and both Piotr and Creed stated laughing. "What is so dam funny?" John asked snapping out of his dazed thinking state, slightly offended.
" You." Both of them answered between bouts of laughter. John frowned and decided to not say anything for the moment and kept on walking past them.
" Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up you hyenas." John grumbled, he decided to take a quick look at his surroundings for the first time in a while, in an attempt to drown them out. Looking around John then saw something off in the distance. It was dusk and nightfall was fast approaching. Images in the distance were beginning to blur together but he could still make out something. Some small shape in the distance. Perhaps a house. And then he saw some small and faint pink light by the larger shadow. One of the shadows was walking away but the other stayed still, with the faint pink light right next to them. He had seen something like it before it was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't come up with it now. " Hey mates." John called back to them both; Creed and Piotr were still laughing up a storm but looked up anyway.
" What John?" Creed asked in annoyed tone.
" What's that?" John asked pointing toward the rogue figure in the distance.
Instantly they both stopped laughing and looked at what John was pointing at. There in the distance was what looked to be a small house with an unusually large shadow and by a small pink light you could barley make out a human figure. And the small pink light stayed suspended in air next to the figure then as if, it were tossed into the air it drifted away from it and exploded.
Now he remembered where he had seen it. " Gambit." John whispered. And Creed grinned like the devil he was.
" We found him."
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Rogue had been on her way to the kitchen but on her way down the hallway the faint smell of smoke and tobacco had caught her attention. It reminded her of something. She glanced out one of the windows that gave you a clear view onto the patio and not at all surprised she looked out to see Remy. He was just sitting there smoking what looked like to be a cigar, the look didn't really work for him, was Rogue's first thought. He was more of a cigarette-looking guy, a cigar looked to sophisticate for him.
Rogue had been purposely trying to avoid Remy all day for two reasons. One being that they always seemed to get into an argument whenever they were in the same room and second was because she was so confused as to what their relationship was. She had a few memories of them together but not many. But the ones that she could remember they seemed to be really close. She saw them kiss. And that made her wonder if the reason that he was such a jerk around her was because he was upset that she forgot about him. Maybe that was it? No he seemed like the kind of guy to come out and say something. But still. The thought had plagued her mind all day. And she hated it.
" You gonna stand dere all night or come out an' join Remy? Or does de smoke bother you?" Remy asked. The window was open so she heard him clearly meaning he could hear her coming. It shouldn't have startled her that he knew she was there watching him but it did and she jumped, just a little bit.
" No Ah don' mind." Rogue said opening the screen door to join him. She didn't sit to close to him because she was a little uneasy around him and the smell of smoke seemed so familiar to her. It almost had a homey aroma like her body was completely used to the scent. The only explanation she had for that were a few faint memories or flashes of her in a bar watching and cheering someone on. Other then that she drew a complete blank, but the smell felt familiar and she liked it.
" Member anyt'ing?" Remy asked in a carefree tone while he puffed out some smoke. Rogue didn't answer right away instead she just watched him. He was seated at the top of the stairs with his feet resting on the step below. His elbows were lazily resting on the top of his thighs and he had his gaze stretched up towards to sky painted with bright and vibrant colors. This porch would be perfect if it was facing the sunset. But she imagined that in the early mornings it had an awesome view of the sunrise. " Y' okay chere?" Remy asked after a few moments snapping her out of her thoughts.
Rogue blinked her eyes a couple of times just realizing that she had been staring at him. No gawking would have been the more correct terms but dam just look at him Rogue thought. She wasn't embarrassed by it though at least she didn't think she was, what was wrong with looking at a person anyway? Especially a really good no hot looking guy about.. wait how old was he? Out of the few things she seemed to know about Remy his age wasn't one of them.
Gawd ya sound lihake a frickin' schoolgirl. A voice out of nowhere said. Rogue thought it was her physics so she just brushed the thought away, but something in the back of her mind knew better.
" Rogue?" Remy called out her name again and Rogue shook her head of all unneeded thoughts. That was twice she had spaced out in front of him in the last, what two minutes?
" Fiahne." Rogue told him wistfully. She wasn't really fine, what she was, was really confused, about a lot of things really, him being one of them.
" How's y'arm?"
" Sore but good." Rogue answered with ease. There was another long silence that seemed to stretch between them until Rogue finally decided to ask him something that had been nagging at her for a while.
" Hey Rem-"
" Rogue-"
They both smiled. " You go first." Rogue told him. It wasn't like what she wanted to ask him was that important.
" Um do you um.how's de p'tite in your head?" Remy asked instead. She wasn't to sure what he was going to ask but the question made her think of Alex for the first time in what seemed like days but really was only a few hours. She hadn't spoken to the girl and she hadn't said anything to her either. Maybe she was just watching how this whole thing played out and laughing. She didn't know. She knew she was still there, Rogue could sense her but it was faint.
* I'm okay Rogue. Just watching you. Couldn't find any more physics. They all hid away from me, like there scared. Sorry. * Rogue heard Alex's voice crystal clear. Rogue nodded but then realized she couldn't see the action.
* Alright. * Rogue told her and felt a little bit better. She didn't know why but oh well.
" She's fihane." Rogue told Remy. He nodded and removed the cigar from his mouth and stared blankly at it. It wasn't the question he really wanted to ask but it just came out. He honestly didn't really care too much about Alex. Well he did but he didn't. He had never met her and how could you care about someone you didn't know? The only reason he asked was because he had chickened out of his other question.
" You wanted t'ask Remy something?" Remy asked in a carefree tone. Rogue nodded.
" Um yeah. Hey Remy what." She paused. " What was our relationship?" She asked timidly.
Whay would y'ask dat? The voice asked in an agitated tone.
Rogue looked around but saw no one. It wasn't Alex, for that she was certain. And it wasn't the other physics in her head. So who the hell was it?
Remy didn't say anything for a long time nether did Rogue. She just sat in silence waiting for his answer. A few thoughts crossed her mind, but nothing stuck. She was more worried by what his answer would be more then anything. Was she just being stupid or what? A major thought was why isn't he saying anything? Why is he being so dam cool and collect about all this? Say something dammit. Rogue all but screamed in her head.
* Jeez Rogue calm down. * Alex informed her. Rogue sighed to herself and muttered a quick sorry. But Alex was right she was getting all worked up over nothing. But that still didn't mean that she was all too happy with Remy's on going silence.
" What do you t'ink it was?" Remy asked. Oh that was a great answer, Rogue thought. All she wanted to know was very simple and he is going to make it complicated.
" That's whay Ah asked you." Rogue snapped.
" But Remy wants t'know what you remember. Trust Remy'll it'll help y'get your memories back." He told her as he casually rubbed his bare hands together. Sometime during her ranting thoughts he must have put out the cigar.
Rogue sat still for a moment. Really trying to think about when she was with Remy, all that she could remember really. " Ah remember you trying ta impress meh or somthin'." Rogue paused. " In a bar." She added as an after thought. She stole a quick glance at Remy and saw him nodded quietly. " There was a fight." Rogue continued slowly. " Something about a friend of mine." Rogue clutched her head; it was hard to remember something you should know. She wanted more then anything to know.
She did remember the kiss. The kiss was the main thing that made her question everything about him. But she didn't know how to bring it up.
Gawd grow a backbone. The voice from before told her rudely in an agitated tone.
Rogue listened to the voice. It did sound really familiar. But she couldn't pin point it. But the voice was right. She was being a spineless coward.
God why was she being so dam shy?
Why was she walking around eggshells around him?
Why couldn't she remember anything?
She wanted to remember. She wanted to remember everything she had forgotten. She wanted to remember.
Whay are ya bein' such a baby? The voice asked her. It was the first time the voice had really asked her something directly. It had mostly been snotty little comments.
But the voice was right again. " Ah don' know." Rogue answered allowed.
Remy gave her a curious look. " Cher?" Remy asked. But Rogue paid him no mind. She was on the verge of something. She could feel it. But why did she feel so afraid all of a sudden?
Why was she acting like this? Good God she was being such a baby.
This wasn't her.
Rogue's jaw slacked and her mouth slightly opened in realization. This wasn't her. She almost let out a small laugh. This wasn't her.
Rogue smiled. This wasn't her. She remembered. It was all so clear to her now. She had forgotten everything. Her life, her mother, the little boy, the night before, the guys after her, 'Ro, Max, Logan. " Logan." Rogue finally whispered allowed, low enough that Remy had trouble hearing her.
" Huh?" Remy asked her. What was wrong with her? Remy thought, all he wanted to know wanted to know what she remembered so he could play off it and get her back to Magneto so he could leave.
Rogue slowly turned her head and looked directly at Remy. He was looking right at her too, which didn't help the situation. " You." Rogue accused pointing her finger accusingly at him, not at all happy at the moment.
Making Remy wonder what he had done. She was looking at him strangely. Then it hit him. She remembered. And that meant that she remembered about him being after her. Not good Remy thought. Not good at all. " Now Cher." Remy started but Rogue cut him off, jumping up off the porch, she was now standing right in front off him, not looking the least bit happy. This was not what he wanted to have happen.
" For starters the name is Rogue. And second, where the hell am Ah?" Rogue thought she was being rather calm, all things considering. If you asked Remy he would answer otherwise.
" You don' remember?" Remy asked her. He could have sworn that he had told her where they were, then he remembered he didn't really know where he was either.
" Not much. Now where is this place? Is this your base? Have you kidnapped meh? Where's Logan?" Rogue demanded losing her cool demeanor.
" In Louisiana." Remy answered trying to lighten the mood. How could she not know the obvious? Remy wondered.
" Oh that narrows it down." Rogue said sarcastically.
" Now listen, Cher." Remy instructed her. But Rogue wasn't in the mood to listen.
" Ah'm out of here. Ah'm going ta find Logan." Rogue told him not really caring for the answers he would give her. Only problem was, Rogue thought as she was about only five feet away from him, she needed his help. Dammit, Rogue thought in frustration.
Remy saw her stop and shrug her shoulders in defeat. He let out a sigh of relief, he wasn't really in the mood to go and chase after her. " Cher."
" The names Rogue." She said bitterly, showing him her back not wanting to turn around at the moment. She had a massive headache and she didn't feel that entirely well.
" Fine. Rogue." He said, waiting for her to turn around. When she didn't turn to face him after a couple of minutes, he sighed and walked around to look her in the eye. " Hey." He said when he was finally looking at her face to face.
" Ah want to know where he is." Rogue told him looking him right in the eye. She was pissed off. She knew he was after her, she knew who he was too, she knew who he worked for, she knew she they had set a trap to keep Logan busy, so to her that meant he knew where Logan was. And what she wanted right now was the only family she had ever known. And that meant that she had two options. She could either a) wait for Remy to tell her or b) drain it out of him. Now after a point last night she didn't really remember all that much. She remembered Alex- who was being rather quiet at the moment. She remembered fighting the guards, and then Gambit nearly killing one or two of them. And then everything else was a hazy blur, much like the last two days. There was a guy named Hank, and these two other people in the hospital like room, but that was really it. Oh and she remembered Gambit being a total ass at breakfast one morning but everything else was fuzzy, so to speak.
" Remy don' know, Cher." Remy told her honestly. The plan was actually to kill Logan, you know just permanently get him out of the way so he wouldn't interfere with their plans. But then, things got out of hand with Trask following them. And why wouldn't he have chased after him? They were all over the news for weeks, what with all the talk of Demons. What psycho pathic mutant hating hunter would let all that go unattended too. And he most likely was after him. That didn't sit to well with him. In the long and prefect record of Area 51, Remy Lebeau was the only mutant to get out and live to tell the tale. Not that he was just going to go around telling people though; he'd rather just forget it.
" If your lying to meh, Ah swear, so God help you-"
" Relax. Remy gives you his word as a respected t'ief dat you will see Logan soon." Remy told her reaching for her out stretched hand that hand been curled up in a fist to back up her unfinished threat.
" The word of a thief huh?" Rogue said staring down at his hand holding hers. She didn't like it one bit, so she jerked it free, her shoulder still injured stung badly with the jerk of motion. She clenched her teeth but refused to let him see that so she rapidly spun on her heal, turning away from him. This matter of movement also wasn't all that great on her shoulder. Rogue took a deep breath and slowly let it out, what she would give for some Advil or some morphine, or just small tiny tap of Logan's powers. " It'll have ta do."
" Well Remy's glad to meet your such high standards." He called out to her. Rogue stopped and slowly turned around.
" What are you implying?" Rogue asked him, trying to figure out if he was just joking or insulting her.
" Remy's implying that you're acting like a little brat." Now why did he say that? It wasn't completely true in Remy's mind, just half true. Remy thought as he watched her emerald eyes flare up. They were about four feet away, one might guess so Remy had enough time to dodge if she did attack him. So he would be considered safe for all of one second.
" You don't even know meh an' ya callin' meh a brat?" Rogue asked him taking a step foreword.
" If de show fits." Remy told her. Why the hell was he going on like this? This was not how he treated her before and this is not how he usually treated a lady, period. This was as bad as he usually treated John. No. He had to take that back, he treated John even worse. But it was a close second, but she was asking for it.
" Why you asshole." Rogue said for lack of a better come back. Her head was really starting to hurt; it was a little pounding drum on the side of her head that would not stop and her bullet wound was starting to throb, like no tomorrow.
" Dat de best y'can come up wit' Cher?" Remy asked her, because he too was having trouble in the come back department, he was too tired for this.
" Ah told ya not to call meh Cher." Rogue bit back, trying to find that little pulse in her hand to bring out Alex's powers. She wasn't going to hurt him, she just wanted to give him a good scare. There it was, and Rogue brought out the claws on her left hand, thrusting her clawed hand right at his head but the sight of a glowing pink light stopped her mid way. Both were glaring at each other. And for the moment Rogue pushed all feeling of pain in her body aside. She was now only focusing on him.
" Well Remy happens t'like callin' ya Cher." Remy yelled out to her. The charged card wouldn't hurt her, just shut her up for a while. Have her pass out for an hour or two. Maybe he should just kiss her and knock himself out, it was a tempting alternative. Remy thought as he looked at her sweet lips. No, stop your in the middle of a fight and you already want to kiss and make-up. Snap out of it. He told himself rather angry.
" Ya used ta like th' name Rogue." She yelled out to him. Opps, she didn't want to say that, to late now she told herself. But once she remembered she didn't ever want to reveal that, it was weird.
" What's that suppose to mean?" Remy asked her, completely confused. What was she talking about? And what the hell were they arguing about again?
" You gave meh the name, when Ah was seven." Rogue snapped out at him, she couldn't believe this was the same little boy. The only other person besides Embers, Logan and 'Ro that she had ever talked to in her youth, and drunken men in bars that she made bets with and the ones hit on her did not count.
" Remy t'inks he would have remem-" He stopped and gave her a good look. It was her, the little girl, wasn't it? Only difference was she filled out and got an attitude. She was the girl. The one he had thought about off and on when he was jailed in Area 51. No way, Remy thought. But it still didn't change things now. Now she was close to tearing him to shreds and he was close to blowing both of them up to kingdom come.
" So ya remember meh?" Rogue asked retracting her claws. Remy nodded. " Good, now forget it cause it changes nothing. Ah still hate ya." Rogue told him truthfully. She had always wondered what it would have been like to meet him again. This was not how she pictured it at all. Life is just full of disappointments Rogue thought bitterly. Rogue relaxed a bit and turned around heading back into the house, she wasn't feeling up for this. She felt sick.
* Rogue?* Alex asked.
* Not now.* Rogue snapped out not really meaning to. * Sorry.* Rogue said before she walked inside. Alex didn't answer, Rogue figured she got the message.
Remy remained still, he had lowered the charged card and was staring blankly at it. It did change anything, but he felt like he owed her something.
* Crurrrshshsh*
What the hell? Remy thought as he remained still. The comlink in his ear was giving off this static sound. It shouldn't be doing that Remy thought. John was to far out of-.
Remy didn't finish that thought. He looked for the only place with a descent vantage point and saw a small hill along the dirt road. They were coming. He couldn't see them but he could feel John. Having empathy made it easy to tell if people were sneaking up on you. With John, it was easy to tell. John just had this excited, overwhelmingly happy feeling about him that was easy to find. And that was what he felt now. Piotr and Creed were good at masking their emotions. His empathy was also an excellent lie detector.
Anther sharp wave of static rolled threw his ears but he stood stone still. It almost sounded like laughter. But that didn't make sense. Then there was some more muffling and then he heard it. Clear as crystal.
" We found him."
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Authors Note: Oh thank God I'm done. This I think has to be my best chapter yet. A cliffhanger yes, but this was one of the first original plans I had for this fic. And you'll see what I mean next chapter. This is for all of you guys that wanted more Romyness. It's not really fluff but fluff I promise will come later on. Once they've had some more quality time together. So now they know. Both of them. And it would seem to both of them that it changes nothing. I had another version of this chapter written but it sucks and it doesn't get things moving. It brings up nothing new. And the way I see it things are moving slow enough. But I still love this story.
Some of you may think that I made Rogue act like kind of a bitch in this chapter and you may be right. But, I think that if she just remembered everything and the only person she ever knew all he life was MIA it think I would be a little pissed to, considering she's stuck with yes a rather handsome Cajun, but still a man that she knows was looking for her from some reason. She maybe I over did it but I'm not going to change it.
And another thing. I reread my story and was shocked at how much my writing had improved over the coarse of this story. My first few chapters are totally void of any of my usual detail. So my plan over the next few weeks to look over and fix my first ten chapters, don't worry I won't change anything just add some detail and fix spelling errors. Maybe add some small talk but nothing major. So for those of you that haven't read the first few chapters in a while, by my next update check the first chapter out again and see the improvement. But so you know I will still keep writing up knew chapters.
One more thing. As most of you already know school has started back up. And well, I'm getting swamped with homework so chapters will be coming out more slowly. Not that I'm the fastest updater anyway but just letting you know. Well that's about it.
Oh yeah, because I have yet to answer any personal reviews for God knows how many updates, I give those of you that reviewed the last chapter these answers.
Draco MalfoyGirl 16: Hey hope you liked the chapter; I know it wasn't the fastest update but it's an update at least, right?
Just Me: Okay, I have now learned to fully not trust those dam online translators, nothing but trouble. I'll have to get someone else to translate for me. Oh well thank you for letting me know, one more thing, I actually know a Latin guy named Max, but with my Max in the story I figure his dad is Hispanic but his mom is American. And I figure that Max's grandpa was American and he got the name from him while his Grandma is Hispanic. What I'm trying to say is that in this day and age you're name has nothing to do with your origin, because everyone is so mixed that no one is a hundred percent anything anymore. With this exception for this really annoying girl I know that swears she's one hundred percent Irish, when she clearly doesn't look it, and was born in Hungry. Yeah right she's a full-blooded Irish chick, I just can't stand her. I also know a Korean guy with a clearly American name. So the whole reason I went into this whole long thing is just so you know that it is possible for a guy to be Hispanic with the name Max Cooper.
Ishandahalf: This was kind of a Romy chapter. Kind of. I hope you liked the chapter and sorry for the long period of time between updates.
Cool-Chick-Rae: Yeah last chapter was kind of me remembering about the villain's type thing. Hope you liked the chapter.
Starfire: Just a small hint but I have been thinking about adding in some Jonda. Not for a while though, Wanda's still out cold. And with the whole Sabertooth and Logan thing, I figured they haven't known each other long enough to fully hate each other yet, I mean they just met.
DaughterofDeath: Here's the new chapter and do you type anything else in your reviews? Just wondering.
Aka-Chan: Hey hope you liked the chapter and here is some more Remy Rogue interaction.
J: Okay not really romance but hey they were talking, the chapters to come will show more of the romance, trust me.
Mercury Dream: Yes more Romyness is coming; I am always true to my word. I have never really been a punctual person but better late then never I always say.
MistressDarkness: I don't plan on righting a sequel unless I have too. I'm not much of a fan for sequels most writers can never make them any good and I think I really could, but I don't know, depends where I end this story. And with sequels they never have the right balance between the new story and the prequel, ya know? Hope you liked the chapter.
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