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Chapter 12
A Long Goodbye
(Henry/Rogue)
Henry walked around his lab making sure he had packed all his important papers for his long trip to London. Rogue had just entered the room moments before and was now waiting patiently for him while sitting on a medical bed.
The television was on in the background adding some noise to an otherwise quiet room. The channel was set on the all day news station religiously because Henry loved to be informed of the world around him, and more importantly, because his beloved Trish Tilby also happened to be a reporter/news anchor for the station.
He focused on the TV when he heard her voice. She was dressed professionally and proceeded to read from the teleprompter.
"In other news, known mutant terrorist Magneto has canceled the meetings he was schedule to have with World Leaders. The meeting was to include discussions of a compromise between human and mutant relations…"
Magneto is always up to something. I'm glad the X-Men don't have to deal with him this time. Henry thought then continued to listen to his girlfriend.
"…He has continued to proceed with plans to establish his own territory in space on a asteroid reserved only for mutants, even with the objections of the President. This is not Magneto's first attempted at making a home for mutants. The first asteroid, known as Asteroid M, was short-lived when The X-Men shut it down after a few weeks of operations. Now we will get reactions from people on the streets."
The news station rolled tape of a report that Trish had made earlier in the day.
"How do you feel about Magneto and his new home for mutants on Asteroid M?" Trish asked a person who stood in font of Times Square.
The microphone was placed in front of a man who was dressed in a stylish business suit. "I say good riddance! This is the best idea that maniac Magneto has ever had. I don't think the government should try to stop him; him leaving earth is doing everyone a favor."
Henry shook his head in response to the man's statement.
The next person to speak was a woman who looked to be in her early forties. "Magneto is a murderer. He should be locked up, not out creating his own little home planet filled with deviants. Our government should be ashamed of themselves for not being able to capture him and punish him for his crimes against humanity."
Trish then spoke to the camera. "And now we will get some reaction from mutants."
Henry rolled his eyes. Anytime the media interviewed a mutant they always looked for the most ignorant of the bunch. And sure enough…
The microphone was place in font of a mutant who seemed to be in his early twenties. He had on clothes that were popular for young people of the day and in his right hand he was holding a 'joint'. "Magneto's gonna let us live on his planet? Get the beep outta here!" His eyes were wide with excitement.
"Actually, it's not a planet, but an Asteroid." Trish corrected.
"Planet/Ass-Roid, I don't give a beep! Just as long as I can go some place and hide out for awhile…" He puffed on his joint. "You see, the cops are after me…" He puffed again. "They're saying I fit the 'description' of a flying mutie that was dealing drugs…" He laughed. "So I said, 'Description my ass, do you know how many flying muties I know?'…" He stopped. "What were we talking about again?"
"Ahh…Magneto." Trish answered.
"Oh yeah! Magneto Rules!!!" He lowered his voice. "You wanna buy some weed?"
The next mutant to speak was young as well, dressed in the same 'hip' fashion as the pervious person, but had some intelligent things to say. "I'm a mutant and love what Magneto has tried to do for us, but I'm totally against this idea. I mean, what can be achieved by having us all pack up and leave our homes and families? We cannot expect to be excepted by humankind by separating ourselves from them. What will that accomplish? I'll tell you what. It will just bring isolation which will breed greater intolerance and hate."
Henry smiled at the words of the young mutant. Thankfully Trish was a 'mutie lover'. Normally, news reporters would have stopped after the first mutant had spoke.
"In other news," Trish continued in the news studio, "The World Medical Conference will be held in London this year. The weeklong conference will discuss the latest research on human/mutant relations, and will hope to answer the question once and for all, if mutants are indeed one step higher in the process of human evolution.
"I will be there to cover everything that unfolds in what is sure to be a prominent event. This is Trish Tilby signing off from BNBC News. Goodnight." She tilted her head slightly to the left; Henry smiled. That was their secret code, which meant: I love you. Now Henry could not wait to see her in person. However, there was a huge obstacle for him to face before he could leave the mansion.
Rogue sat on the medical bed silently observing Henry throwing random papers into a leather briefcase. She replayed the events of the other night in her mind. Henry had changed her life in a single moment, what was he going to do now?
But as usual, there were more things on her mind. After she dived from the roof of the mansion, her mind jumbled all the voices in her head. She was confused for a moment, then she went back into the house believing everything to be okay. It wasn't until she walked into the kitchen and felt a strange attraction towards Ororo that she knew something was wrong. Now that she could reflect on what had happened, she realized that 'the voice' in her head had momentarily took over. Though he did not physically take over her body, what he did manage to take over was her emotions. It lasted less than a minute, but if it had been a second longer, Rogue was sure she would have thrown the goddess onto the ground and humped her until the cows came home.
She sighed. Instead of the voice fading into mah memory like what usually happens, he seems to be getting stronger everyday. She took a deep breath, thankful that as of right now, all the voices were soft.
After the doctor got all his medical research papers in order, he looked towards Rogue. She had a far away look in her eyes. He was somewhat apprehensive about taking the bracelet away from her. He clung to the false hope that she would give it to him willingly, after all, she never really seemed happy with it in the first place.
The Beast made his way over to her bed and was greeted with a warm smile.
"Ah think Ah'm having a déjà vu. If you start singing Happy Birthday to me Ah'm gonna freak." She said with a laugh.
"There will be no singing today, thank goodness."
"What are yah talking about, Hank? You know you can carry a tune."
He smiled proudly. "As they say, 'Flattery will get you everywhere.' "
She narrowed her eyes, face filled with sudden suspicion. "What's mah favorite food?"
He did not hesitate. "Fried chicken, of course."
"Jus' checking." She gave a firm nod then added, "Never know when you could have been kidnapped and replaced by another *Dark Beast."
"Ahh, yes." He looked at her with amusement. "That was a rather odd situation. However, I can assure you, Rogue, I am defiantly…The Real McCoy." He said with a laugh.
She stared blankly at him. "Ah don't get it."
"You see, long ago there was a man who…Nevermind."
Rogue shrugged her shoulders in response. She crossed her arms over her chest. "It was only a matter of time before Cyke would have given us time off. Another day of Red Alert and it would have been anarchy in here. Ah would have left anyway, Ah could care less if it was against the rules!" She said defiantly.
"I couldn't care less…" He corrected.
"Yeah, that's what Ah said."
"No, you said, 'I could care less.' " He replied getting impatient.
"Yeah, and that's what you said."
"No, I said, 'I couldn't care…" He stopped when he noticed a slight grin escape her confused face. He smiled. "Hmmm, it seems that I've been had. Are you humoring me?"
"Maybe…" She answered with a sly smile.
"Then I should also assume that you knew what I meant earlier when I said 'The Real McCoy'." She answered his question with a mischievous grin.
"Yes doctor, do not fear; your cleaver wit did not escape me." She said proudly.
"My dear Rogue, sometimes I sit and wonder if I could ever live without your constant attempts to drive me insane."
"You don't know how funny you are when you're frustrated; you kill me sometimes with laughter. But Ah know you called me here for another reason. So what's on your mind?"
Ahh yes. The moment of truth. "Yesterday, I was informed by Scott that you had absorbed two mutants."
She took on a defensive demeanor. "Yeah, so?"
"You have confided in me before that sometimes the voices in you head get out of control. How are you feeling now? Absorbing two mutants at once must have had a dramatic affect on you."
"No, not really. Ah was feeling kinda iffy at first, but now Ah'm feeling great. Ah have everything under control now." She lied through her teeth.
"I'm glad to hear that."
Wow, that was close, he bought it. So maybe the fact that Ah touched two people at once is why mah powers are kinda wacky. But Hank brought up something Ah nearly forgot about. If Ah touched two mutants, why is there only one strong voice bangin' around in mah head? She turned her attention back to the doctor. "Is that all you wanted to say to me?"
"No, there is one more thing." Here I go! "As you know I will be leaving for Europe soon. I did not think I was going to be leaving when I gave you the bracelet."
She waved her hand without a care. "You're not gonna be gone for that much time. How long can a boring medical conference last away?"
"I'll let you in on something. I've spoken with Trish and she will be attending the conference with me. After it is over, we plan on going on a vacation together."
She raised her eyebrows and had a huge smile. "Well, well, well. Looks like Beast is plannin' on getting a li'l bit of action." She noticed him blush, which took a lot to do for a blue hairball. "How long are you gonna stay for?"
"As long as humanly possible!"
"Hey, Ah ain't mad at yah." She laughed, which was soon replaced by slight confusion. "But what does your vacation have to do with me?"
He took a deep breath. "I won't be here if any complications come up with the device." He then exhaled. "Therefore, I will have to take it from you until I return."
The smile that was on Rogue face was replaced with a deadly stare. It was like he was looking at a completely different person. This wasn't the friendly Rogue he had known for years, this was the 'don't fuck with me' Rogue that was only reserved for their enemies. Her voice came out slow and harsh. "Over…mah…dead…body…"
A chill went up his spine. "Rogue, you know…" But she interrupted him.
"Forget it, Hank! Ah don't wanna hear it! You can't give somethin' to someone then take it back…"
"I'm only taking it back from you for a couple of weeks…"
She gave an evil smirk that reminded him of a look Remy would give when they were playing poker. "Ah'd like to see you try." It was if she was daring him.
"I'm probably the only one on the team that can go toe-to-toe with you, Rogue."
That was true, Rogue knew that they both were matched with equal strength, but she wasn't about to give up so easily. "That might be true. But Ah'd like to see you try to take it from me without me wearin' my gloves, and my sleeves rolled up."
She's trying to intimidate me, and it's working. "Rogue…I can't have you operating the bracelet without me around."
She eyed him with distrust. "Why would you make me somethin' that can only be used as long as you're by mah side. Aren't you smart enough to make the bracelet self reliant for me to operate?"
"It is self reliant." His ego let the words slip from his mouth. Damn! She's smart, she knew that insulting my intelligence would get to me.
"Then what's the problem?" She asked firmly.
"It's just…just a… precaution." Oh you're a smooth one Dr. McCoy. He thought sarcastically. She's going to eat me alive. But to his surprise, Rogue relaxed all her muscles. Her confrontational stance seemed now to be a distant memory.
"Hank, trust me, you don't have to worry about me while you're gone." Her voice was much softer then before.
"Why not?"
She looked at him with wide eyes. "Ah really appreciate you making the bracelet. Ah know Ah didn't seem too excited when you first gave it to me."
"That's an understatement." He huffed.
She sighed. "You don't have to worry about me because Ah won't activate it."
"What?" He was beyond shocked.
"Ah'm not turning the bracelet on. Ah know that now."
"Why not?"
"Ah'm not ready, yet." She looked down at her fingers as if they were the most interesting things in this world. "Ah know Ah won't be ready for a long time."
But this does not make any sense whatsoever. "If you don't plan on turning it on, why won't you let me take it from you?"
She looked around the room. At every equipment, every corner, everywhere except his eyes. "A lot of people around here are so happy for me. They think Ah've always wanted this, and to some extent they are right. Then there are others who think Ah'm a fraud. They think that Ah would never go through with this. And to some extent they are right too." She finally found the courage to look at him. "If Ah walk out this room without the bracelet, half the people here are going to be really disappointed and the other half will think Ah gave it back to you."
"I will just inform them that it was necessary for you to return it."
"They won't believe you…Ah don't believe you."
"What are you talking about?"
"You told me the other day that all Ah had to do was read the booklet and Ah would understand everythin' about the bracelet. Now you're telling me that it can only be operated with you here. Ah don't believe you. There must be another reason you want this bracelet."
"There isn't another reason." He lied.
"Scott told me that the Professor doesn't know about you makin' the bracelet. Ah find that very strange."
"Why?"
"It isn't your job to make gadgets around here. If the professor really wanted me to control mah powers with machinery he could have asked Forge for his help."
"Are you saying that the professor deliberately wanted to prevent you from controlling your mutation." Which is the truth. I wonder if she knows what's really going on.
"Goodness no!" She replied to his somewhat relief. "Ah jus' think Ah got lost in the shuffle that's all."
He stared at her full of questions, but a demand is what escaped his lips, "Explain."
"Ah don't know…when Ah first came to the X-Men, the professor seemed like he wanted to help me. He was really interested in going in mah head and tryin' to find the root of mah problem. But soon after it was like he gave up. My time with him jus' started to be therapy sessions with him helping to control the voices in mah head and block out certain memories. Gone where the days when he wanted to cure me. It jus' seemed like he wanted to cover the hole in the wall with a pretty picture instead of jus' fixing the hole."
Henry was still confused, something that did not happen often.
Rogue continued. "Xavier has a special connection with every one on the team. You and him spend hours bonding together over a chess game or the lastest edition of an encyclopedia. Jean is like his prize student and protégé. Scott is like his first born, the one to carry on his name. Storm is in many ways his equal; above all she is his friend. Wolverine is his greatest discovery, probably the most loyal person to him. Jubilee is like his youngest troubled daughter who he showers with attention…"
"Of course." He interrupted. "We are all family. Each of us looks to Xavier as a father figure and he in turns looks to us like his son or daughter."
"Not me. Ah've never had that type of connection with him. All we shared together was a doctor/patient relationship. My private time with him evolved me layin' on the 'shrink couch' divulging mah inner thoughts. He would jus' sit back and say, "uh-huh…uh-huh" as Ah babbled on. It was like Ah was a case study for him to flex his telepathic powers. Some father figure." She added with sarcasm.
"Maybe he did treat you that way. But when it comes down to the time we need him the most, Xavier would never abandoned us…just like a father."
"Ha, it wouldn't be the first time Ah was abandon by a father…" She stopped short when she realized what she let slip. "Did Ah say that out loud?"
"That you did." This goes a lot deeper. Henry thought a little troubled.
"Forget it, Ah don't want to talk about that anymore. Every time Ah go to press the button, Ah jus' can't go throw with it…Hank, please, let me keep this bracelet."
"I'm sorry, Rogue. I just can't take the risk…" The risk of Scott not letting me go on this trip. If Scott doesn't let me go, Trish would still have to go to London without me. I can't bear not seeing her another week.
"Hank…you should have seen Remy when Ah showed him the bracelet. He was so happy for me. Ah can't face him again without it." She held on to his hands, her green eyes were pleading to him.
"What does it matter if you are not going to turn it on at all?"
"But he doesn't know that."
He shook his head. "The bracelet will just be a false-hope for him."
"Hope is hope, Hank." Her eyes became watery, as if she was just about to break out in tears. "Please, jus' let this be the one thing Ah can give him, at least for now." She bit her lip in frustration.
He held out his hand. "Give me the bracelet." He watched in sadness and relief as she began to slowly undo the clasp of the gadget. "It's for the best." She stopped and held her arm out.
"If you want it, take it from mah wrist…Ah don't want to give you the impression that Ah'm givin' it to you willingly." She looked at him with cold eyes.
Henry reached for the bracelet and much to his own amazement, he re-fastened the clasp. He looked at her shocked face.
"Do you swear not to turn on the bracelet until I return?"
She hesitated momentarily. "Yes, Ah swear. Cross mah heart and hope to die…stick a needle in mah eye." She repeated the old nursery rhyme.
He stared at her wanting to believe she was telling the truth. "You must read the booklet before you turn it on."
"Ah won't turn it on."
"You should call me in London before you turn it on." He warned.
"Ah won't turn it on." She repeated.
"Remy is really good at manipulating people…"
She looked at him with certainty. "Ah can handle Remy, Ah won't turn it on." She knew he was testing her.
He finally relented. It was getting late and he had a plane to catch and a woman to love. "You won't turn it on?" He asked for the last time.
"Ah give you mah word…that's all Ah have."
"I guess that will have to be good enough." He released her gloved hand. She jumped into his arms almost causing him to lose his balance.
"Thank you so much! You won't regret this, Ah promise!" She said still in the bear hug.
"Don't make promises you can't keep." He cautioned. She pulled out of the hug and gave a faint nod. "I'll see you again soon. Take care of yourself." He said picking up his briefcase.
"Always." She whispered. He ran his hand through her hair, turned around and went out the sliding doors.
(Henry/Scott)
"Just the man I wanted to see."
Shit! Henry cursed to himself. He had almost made it. He went from the lab to the elevator unnoticed, from the elevator to the lobby with barley a sound. And now, just when he was about to open the front door, the Fearless Leader ambushed him.
He turned around with a pleased look on his face. "Hello, Scott."
He noticed the bags that surrounded Henry on the floor. "I see that you're all packed."
"Yes, I am." Short and sweet.
Scott was a tad-put off by the doctor's reclusive behavior. "Have you gone over the reservations I left for you?"
"Yes, I went over everything, the number and the location of the hotel are in my lab-top computer."
He smiled. "You will be staying at a five-star hotel. It's perfect for research in the morning and loving in the night."
"You were quite generous with my preparations. Thank you."
He shrugged. "Don't thank me, after all it's the Professor's money. But you were afforded the room in the budget…well, kinda ." He laughed.
"That's good."
They stared at each other in an awkward silence.
"So?" Scott asked with his arms crossed.
"So?" Henry replied.
"Don't you have something for me?" He was getting impatient.
Henry stared at him blankly.
"No time for games, Hank. Hand over the bracelet. I'll keep it until you or the Professor comes back to the mansion."
"About the bracelet…"
Scott did not like his tone of voice, he knew at that moment something was wrong. "What is it?"
"Rogue still has it."
"What?" He was in disbelief.
"You heard me. I couldn't get it back from her."
He stared at him for a couple of seconds. "Okay, well…Unpack your things, you aren't going to London."
"Scott…" He tried to explain but his leader wasn't hearing it.
"We had a deal, Hank. Just because you reneged on your part, doesn't mean that I have to."
"Scott just listen to me. No, I didn't get the bracelet from her, but I did mange to get something else. She gave me her word she won't activate it."
You've got to be kidding me?! "Oh! She gave you her word?! Why didn't you just say so before?" He asked while waving his arms frantically the air. I could laugh if this situation wasn't about to get out of hand.
"I'm sorry, was that your over-dramatic version of sarcasm?"
"I can't believe you took the word of an impulsive young woman with a boyfriend that can't keep his hands to himself."
"She said she wouldn't turn it on..."
"It's not about her anymore, it's about him. Remember Hank, this is a guy who can't keep his hands off women. Not even the threat of death could keep him from going after Rogue. And you know what the most amazing thing about it is? He touched her anyway, for god knows how long, which resulted in a three week coma! The guy doesn't have any capability of self-restraint. No, you're staying right here. I can't deal with all this shit on my own and I'm not going to."
Henry waited a moment for him to calm down. "Just listen to me, Scott. Rogue will not turn it on, and I believe her.
"Do you really believe her or are you just too horny to deal with anything else besides Trish?"
"I give you my word…Rogue won't turn it on."
"How can you be so sure?" He examined Henry and could tell there was something more to the story. "What did she say to convince you?"
"I can't tell you, it's confidential." He noticed Scott nod his head. Henry was glad that his friend was able to let his line of questioning go, instead of demanding an answer.
Scott looked at him with concern. "Are you sure you can trust her?"
"I'm positive." He answered with confidence.
"Fine. I've known you for a long time, Hank. I mean, we were the original five…that's a lot of years of friendship. You've given me your word and you've never lied to me before. And so, if you say Rogue will keep the device on 'off', I have no choice but to believe you."
"Thank you, my friend." He held his hand out, Scott accepted it.
"You're welcome. Have a safe trip."
(Henry/Remy)
Henry made his way out of the lobby and started down the porch when…
"Hey, Beast! Wait up!"
He turned around to see Remy hop his way down the steps. He was dressed in black jeans and a tight black T-shirt. He also had on a pair of sunglasses, to protect his sensitive red on black eyes from the sun.
The doctor smiled. "Ahh, Remy. Is there something I can do for you before I leave?"
He gave his most charming smile. "You can let me walk you t' your car."
"That seems easy enough. I would love the company." They proceeded to walk towards the parking lot.
"Here, let me help you wit' some of your bags." Remy offered.
"They are heavy." He warned.
"I can handle it." He said with a dash of confidence. He quickly reached for the luggage in Beast's hand. The second that Henry let go of the suitcase, Remy knees buckled and he dropped the bag hard on the ground. He lifted up his sunglasses briefly to wink as The Beast gave him a disapproving look. "On second t'ought…let me carry your car keys."
Henry laughed as he picked up the bag. "I can take care of this."
"Well, if you insist." He said with a shrug then dusted off his jeans. He took his place by Henry's side again, matching him step for step. "I'm sad t' see you go."
He looked at the thief with amusement. "Yes, it seems you will have to gamble with one of the other X-Men."
Remy grinned. "But you're de only one of the guys dat still doesn't ban me from gambling wit' dem."
"I will be back soon enough for you to win all my money."
"Damn straight!" He laughed. "But dat's not what I wanted t' speak wit' you about."
"Really? What's on your mind." They had just reached the car, however Henry was willing to wait a bit until Remy said his peace.
"You've always been a good guy, we've had arguments now and den, but overall you're cool…if a genius can be considered cool."
"Well, thank you for the compliment, I think."
"You're welcome, but dat's not all."
"I didn't think so." He watched as the normally light side of Remy disappeared. Instead Remy now looked at him with an openness he has rarely seen from the thief, if ever.
"I wanted to t'ank you for what you did for Rogue. A lot a people around here talk about helping her wit' her powers, but you actually did someting about it."
"It was my pleasure."
"I know Rogue wasn't excited when she first got de bracelet. But I'm sure she'll come around." Henry nodded. "I know you didn't do dis for me, but…you've given me de chance t' finally be close t' her wit'out any reservations from either of us. You couldn't possibly know what dat means to me."
"I think I have some idea. Everyone here cares about Rogue, I can't wait to touch her without reservations either. And everyone else here feels the same way."
"Yeah, I've never t'ought about it like dat."
"I appreciate you telling me how you feel. You are the only person who has actually came to me and said 'thank you.' "
"If you need me t' do anytin' for you, anyt'in' at all, jus' ask."
"Okay." He said only because it was something to say.
"So, what do you want me t' do?" Remy asked not wanting to let him off the hook so easily.
He was baffled. "Now?"
"Yeah, now. You tink I'm gonna leave a favor like dat open for a long period of time?" He gave a sly smile. "What kind of criminal would I be?"
"Not a very good one." Henry replied.
"Exactly." He tapped his wrist. "Clocks tickin'."
"Really Remy, I don't need any kind of payment from you."
He nodded. "You're a good man, Hank. Take dis instead." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. "I have some property jus' outside of London…" Henry looked at him with some reluctance. "Don't worry everyting is on de up and up. It's secluded and is de most romantic place in England. I've called ahead, de servants will be expecting you. De address is written on de paper, but a driver will be waiting at de airport in London for you. He will drop you t' de house and t' de Conference and wherever else you need t' go."
"This is extremely generous of you, but I've already been provided with a lovely hotel room."
"Please, Hank. Whatever hotel you were planning on staying at has not'ing on my house. Jus' let me do dis for you."
"If you insist." He was grinning from ear to ear. "I really appreciate this."
"Tink not'ing of it." He said with a wave of his hand. "Will you do me a favor?"
"Anything." He answered blindly.
Remy shook his head with mock disappointment. "Don't you want t' know what de favor is first before you agree t' do it? I t'ought I taught you better dan dat, Hank." He added playfully.
He laughed. "I trust that whatever you want me to do won't go against my ethics."
"Give Trish a big kiss from me…and a li'l grab of her cute ass."
"I think that can be arranged…" Henry then looked at him with suspicion. "Wait a minute. How do you know about Trish?"
Remy contemplated whether he should tell him how he found out or not, knowing that the mystery would be better then the truth. He opted to tell the truth. "I was jus' watchin' de evening news. Trish made mention that she would be covering de Medical Conference in London." He flashed a smile. "I knew dat it wasn't a coincidence."
"LeBeau, you should be a detective."
"Hmm, Remy LeBeau, Private Dick?" His smile grew as Henry laughed. "I can live wit' dat."
The doctor loaded the last of his bags in the trunk and went into the car. He started the engine.
"Take care, Beast."
"As well you, my Cajun Comrade." He began to back out the driveway.
"And don't forget t' cut your fingernails…you might get too carried away and end up givin' Trish a hysterectomy!" He called out to the moving car. Remy could hear the laughter coming from the car as it drove down to the front gates.
Henry wiped the tears from his eyes. That's a good one Remy! But soon his laughter faded. His heart ached for the Cajun now that he knew Rogue would never turn on her bracelet.
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*After the AOA series, Beast had an exact double that kidnapped him and took his identity among the X-Men.
Author's Note:
Considering that Rogue and Remy share top billing in this story I am going to write a lot for their scene together, may take a while.
Feel free to review and tell me what you would like to see happen next chapter, just curious. (Keep in mind that the story is already completed in my head so I won't change the basic plot line)
Next Time: What a lot of you have been waited for…Remy and Rogue finally share a scene again and spend some time together (with a few appearances from fellow teammates). The question is, can they maintain a friendly relationship and will Remy talk Rogue into doing something she doesn't want to do?..