Shouting From The Rooftops

Well this is the last chapter! Whoohoo! I left a lot of clues in this fic about what will happen in the two sequels. So if you looked into the deeper meaning of everything I wrote, you'll get it. Bunches of thanks go to Untouchable Hexing Witch and Amieva for all the inspiration, all of the reviewers because you guys rock my sox, and Yellowcard and Breaking Benjamin whose music inspired me to write this fic.

Hey, this isn't a freakin' beauty pageant! Let's get on with the fic now, eh?

Shouting From The Rooftops

"Now...bring me that horizon.."

She was so beautiful, smiling over at him as he drove. Her white streaks perfectly framed her face, bouncing lightly as she turned her head to him. The Cajun smiled, not at what she was saying but because she was smiling. A smile was contagious, and Remy knew that looking at the emerald eyed beauty now.

"Remy?"

He blinked, tuning back into Rogue's voice. "Yes, Chere?"

"Where are we goin' anyway?"

Remy smirked. "You'll see."

The trees outside her window were passing by quickly, standing tall over the setting sun. The sky was pink, purple, and orange, warning the world that it would soon be in darkness. She rested her chin on her gloved and smiled softly. She couldn't ask for anything more than sitting there with the man she loved, watching the trees go by as the sun set.

They finally arrived at their destination, Remy parked Scott's car and got out to open Rogue's door. She beat him to it though, and looked around at their surroundings.

"Ok. We're in tha woods."

Remy smiled and draped his arm around her shoulders, leading her into a path in the woods. Rogue let him lead her for a while, wrapping her arm around his waist gently. After a moment, Remy turned to Rogue and stopped.

"The rest is a surprise, Chere." He told her, covering her eyes with his gloved hands.

Rogue sighed, annoyed, and growing inpatient. "Fahne, but you better not let me fall!"

Remy smiled. "Never."

Remy led right to the place he was expecting to be there, the place that he used to come to think when he was Acolyte. He knew it was cliché, but he liked it. The Cajun hadn't taken anyone there before, it was his, belonging to no one else except him.

The crimson-eyed mutant let his hands drop down to Rogue's waist, wrapping around her gently. The Gothic mutant's eyes widened when she opened them, to see the most beautiful scene she had been layed her eyes upon. There they were, standing on a cliff overlooking all of Bayville. She could see for so far, way past the city and out into the horizon.

"It's…beautiful…" Rogue said, turning around in Remy's arms to face him.

The Cajun smiled at her. "But it's no comparison to you, Chere."

Rogue blushed under her heavy Gothic make-up, but Remy could feel it. She pulled out of his arms and turned away from him to walk to the edge of the grassy cliff. The cliff was basically an opening in the forest, but the trees and flowers still surrounded them. Rogue had never seen anything like it. She sat down just far enough from the edge so she could stretch her legs out infront of her.

Rogue felt Remy sit down next to her. He pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his chin on them. They both smiled as Rogue rested her head on his shoulder. She sighed. Up until the last two days of her life, she thought she hated love more than anything in the world. But now she couldn't imagine a world without Remy.

Everything was so still, like time had just stopped so they could enjoy the moment forever. Just as Rogue thought nothing could be better, the sun disappeared from the sky, sinking down into the horizon. The night had settled in, not unwelcome to the couple.

Rogue sighed again. Yea, love definitely didn't suck.

Downtown Bayville

"So, where to?"

Tabby asked as her and Pietro walked out of the club and into the new night. She took a deep breath of fresh air, catching her breath from that two-hour dance session. Pietro was really a great dancer, the best she ever had. And he knew it to, for he had been bragging about it every time they took a break.

"Wanna go see a movie?" Pietro suggested as they started down the sidewalk.

Tabby shrugged. "Why not?"

Pietro looked sideways at her. What was it he liked about her? Her awesome dance moves, attractive figure, or the color of her eyes? It was still so early in their relationship but he felt so close to her. She was so different than any of the other stuck up girls he dated before. Then again, that was before she changed his perspective.

"What?"

Pietro blinked as Tabby turned to him. "What what?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Pietro studied her face for a second, then shrugged. "'Cuz you're pretty."

Tabby didn't even try to hold in her laughter. "Well so are you."

Pietro grinned and let his arm snake around her waist. She smiled at him and…

…was hit by a wall of cold water.

She screamed out of surprise and whipped around to catch her breath, the water hitting her back softly. Pietro quickly pulled her out of the water's way and to the side. He looked toward the source, and found a fire hydrant had been opened by some neighborhood kids.

"Stupid kids!" The speed demon pouted, "Do you know how long I spent on my hair this morning?!"

All Tabby could do was smile. Finally, some fun! She skipped back into the water's way and started to twirl around. Pietro watched her, bewildered. She was actually enjoying getting soaking wet? He stared as she stopped and looked at him, then moved towards him and grabbed his hands.

"C'mon, Speedy! Live a little."

Pietro groaned and stood his ground, "Can't we 'live a little' without getting wet?"

Tabby smirked dangerously and whispered, "I don't know if that's possible."

She let go of his hands and danced back into the water, leaving the silver-haired mutant staring. After a moment he smirked and joined her, their fingers lacing together.

Brotherhood Boardinghouse Roof

She felt completely empty, like she should be feeling something but wasn't. Yea, Wanda wanted John more than anything she'd ever wanted, but she knew that it wouldn't last even if it did happen. They were just too different. Besides, he had betrayed her.

Wanda tightened her hands into fists and stared down at them. She wanted to rip his spine out and strangle him with it. The Scarlet Witch had never been through so much pain in her life and now she was, all because of a man. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. She hated the entire species of men at the moment.

Was that how she was supposed to feel? Hatred? Or was she supposed to feel sadness? It just didn't make much sense to her, because she wasn't feeling much of both. Instead, she was feeling an odd sense of expectancy. Was she expecting something? Wanda just couldn't find any answers to the questions her mind was asking.

It was a cold night, but Wanda didn't care. She liked it, the way the wind stung her face and made her fingers feel like ice, the way it made her breath all frosty, and made her feel like an angel. Ever since she was a kid she'd pretend she was an angel, looking out over heaven. Her view now looked nothing like heaven and she looked nothing like an angel.

She was sitting on the roof of the BoM Boarding House, away from everything and very much alone. Then something weird happened, it was like she was surrounded in a glove of heat. Wanda quickly looked around to find an unusual sight to her right. There were small horses, made completely from fire. Then it hit her.

"'Ey luv."

Wanda felt like jumping up and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in close to kiss him. But instead, she just sat there with her back turned to him stubbornly.

"What do you want?"

She heard him take a few steps closer as the horses disappeared, "To talk, Sheila."

"Don't call me that," Wanda snapped.

"Never again," John told her. "What're ya doin' up 'ere anyway?"

Wanda rolled her eyes. "Why should you care? Besides, aren't you supposed to be on a date with what's-her-name?" Wanda asked as she stood up and turned around to face him.

"Not anymore, luv," John replied, taking a couple of steps toward her as she did the same.

"Lemme guess, you suddenly realized you loved me and came back to sweep me off my feet?" Wanda stopped in front of him.

"Exactly."

John stared at her for a moment, knowing exactly what would happen next. Without warning, Wanda threw herself on him, wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands found the back of her head. Their lips met halfway in a bruising kiss as their eyes snapped shut.

Finally they pulled away, and Wanda looked up at him. She smiled softly and wrapped her arms even more tightly around him, hugging him, and being completely swallowed up in his warmth. John gently stroked her hair.

"I'm sorry, luv. I'm stupid. You know that. I shoulda stayed with yah since the beginnin'. I'm so sorry."

"Will you just…shut up?" Wanda asked, not wanting him to ruin a perfectly good moment with words.

John smiled, holing her tighter, "Ok, luv."

Yay! So there ya have it, the end of the first fic in the trilogy. Stay tuned, folks!