Ishandahalf: I thought you might like it somehow. I'd love to live in a loft too, but perhaps without the Ikea furniture, its just so damn hard to assemble. I'm going to do my best to try a latte now-they certainly sound quite tasty! Have fun at that night class. Thank you for the ever amusing review!
Bant: each to their own, I gave fair warning, but I'm glad you thought it didn't totally suck! Thanks for reviewing.
Freak87: hmm, I think it will probably be quite anticlimactic, but at least everything will make a bit more sense when they are revealed I suppose! I'm glad you liked the chapter, cheers for the review.
Xmengirlzrule: I've glazed over emotional tension and jumped to about a month after the last chapter, I'm picking up the pace a bit you see…thank you for reviewing!
Chica De Los Ojos Café: just try and ignore the self-criticism, eventually it'll become like background noise. I'm very glad you liked the chapter, thank you very much for the review
Sugarhighnutcase: well hello. Tsk, sneaking on the computer instead of working! ;-) Oh well! I'm glad you like the story, thank you very much for reviewing it for me!
Sweety8587: hands over the tissues Bless that Cajun's cotton socks! I'm glad you loved it, I thought all the Romy fans out there might somehow…hehe, merci for the review.
NaijaStrawberrie: I'm very glad you like it, thanks for taking the time to review for me! Yep, there will be more, maybe seven more chapters….
Miss Ginny: haha, well that's oddly reassuring! Don't worry about not reviewing, its just lovely that you are now! Ahh, English papers are the worst kind! Good luck with that.
Lovelylady: well thank you very much, I'm very honoured to be the recipient of your first review in two years, I'm really glad you like the story too!
Epona04: I love clutter too. When you live in it, you learn to love it! Glad you liked it, and that it didn't totally suck, cheers for the review!
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Rouge07: bless you, I'm glad you like them! One day I aim to write something that isn't cheesy, but theres a good chance that will never happen! Thanks for reviewing.
Abaiisiia: hello! I'll take you laughing hysterically at Remy as a good sign then ;-) lovely to see you again, ta very much for the review!
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Music When The Lights Go OutChapter Thirteen (Something about being ill)
Rogue and Remy had now been dating for a month or so and it was going surprisingly well. Everyone was a little surprised that the two people who were usually the worst at relationships had managed to get it together and it was actually working. Of course their friends had reacted in different ways. Kitty had forced Rogue to eat her words, whilst Piotr had had to eat his.
They were spending a lot of nights in each other's apartments too. Kitty knew that if she couldn't get hold of Rogue one evening, chances were she was at the home of her favourite Cajun lothario
And that, by chance, was where Rogue was planning to head that night. Until however, the telephone rang…
"Chére, I was jus' callin' t' say t'night probably ain't such a good idea…"
"Why Cajun?" she asked him, a little annoyed but also confused. She had been looking forward to tonight; she looked forward to every night they spent together, though not as much as she knew he did, this was all very strange.
"I'm sick," he told her pitifully, "spent all day in bed, feels like I'm dyin'."
"Poor baby," she cooed sympathetically. Silently she wondered why it was that men always acted like they were dying when they got ill, no matter how tiny their actual ailment. "Ya get plenty o' sleep now, an' drink lots o' juice, Ah'm sure ya'll feel better in no time. Ah'll just see ya soon Ah guess."
"Sure, speak t' y' tomorrow chére, night."
The phone went dead, and a wicked smirk spread across Rogue's lips.
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It was the flu, he was sure of it. Or maybe something worse than the flu, pneumonia perhaps…
Whatever he had caught he felt like he was dying from it. He had lain in bed all day, watching bad daytime TV and going through massive amounts of tissues and now on top of everything else, he wasn't even going to get to spend the night with Rogue. He didn't think it was possible to be in a worse mood than he was right now.
The doorbell rang. He grumbled, not wanting to get out of the warm little duvet cocoon he had built for himself here in his room, if he kept quiet they would go away sooner or later. They didn't though. Remy scowled as the bell rang a second time, why wasn't this person giving up? He pulled himself out of bed and fastened his robe around him. It was cold out and he didn't was to make himself any sicker after all.
He opened the door to find a smiley Rogue, holding a bag, standing in his hallway.
"What are y' doin' here chére? Told y' I'm sick."
"Ah know, Ah thought ya could use a lil TLC."
Rogue took a good look at him. He did look pretty bad. There were dark circles under his eyes and stubble on his chin where he hadn't been bothered to shave this morning; his hair was even messier than usual.
His face brightened considerably when she said that though. "Feelin' a lil better jus' fo' seein' y' chére, but careful y' don't catch what I got, don' want y' t' get ill t'."
"Oh don't worry about me, Ah never get sick."
She waltzed in, set her bag down on his coffee table and began to pull out various items. He always wondered how she managed to fit so damn much in that bag, it seemed bottomless.
"What's dat?" he pointed at a very suspicious looking container that she was handling very carefully.
"Chicken soup, isn't that tha thing ta have when ya ill?"
"Aww y' made me soup chére? I'm touched."
"Well let's not go crazy sugah, if Ah made tha soup mahself ya would end up in a worse way than ya in now. Ah bought it from a deli a couple o' streets away."
"Still good, what else y' got in dere?"
"Cards, ta keep ya amused…cough medicine, tissues, painkillers, pens, notebook, some lemsip, an orange, a really trashy book that Kitty lent me ages ago…"
"What? No nurses outfit?"
She gave him a light slap in the chest, "Aren't ya meant ta be ill?"
Rogue herded him back towards his room and back into his bed, tucking him in.
"An' t' think only a few months ago y' told me not t' mother y'…"
"What? Ah cant take care o' ya when ya dyin' of a cold for just one day?"
"A cold?! It ain't jus' a cold chére!"
She rolled her eyes. Men.
"Here, jus' drink ya soup." She handed him the cup of hot, steaming liquid and sat down on the end of the bed, being careful not to crush his feet as she did so.
"Did y' ever t'ink we'd end up like dis when we first met chére?" he asked, taking a sip of his soup and trying not to spill it down his front. She just shook her head, and he had to agree. "Kinda nice ain't it?"
"Yeah," she whispered. Suddenly her expression changed completely. "Wanna play cards?"
"Sure chére, what games do y' know?"
"Not a lot. Strip poker, which Ah don't think ya in any position ta play rahte now…" He looked crestfallen. "Go fish an' 21…"
"Go fish den," he said a little unwillingly.
With a fair amount of speed and skill she dealt the cards out between the two of them and then fanned them out in front of her. Remy gave her a very strange look.
"Somethin' tells me y' play cards better den y' lettin' on chére." She laughed softly to herself.
"Well Ah'm gonna kick ya ass at Go fish Ah can tell ya that much."
"Dat sounds like a challenge chérie, I reckon I can take y'".
"Ya can take me any way ya want sugah,"
"Oh chére, it ain't nice t' tease an ill man like dat. Y' got any twos?"
"Go fish. Got any fours?" He forked over the cards…
A few hours and several card games later, Remy was starting to look a little tired, even if he was feeling a lot happier than before she had come to call. Go fish had eventually been transformed into poker, although not the strip kind, and much to Rogue's surprise and dismay, it turned out Remy was an expert poker player, although she suspected he'd cheated more that a little on the last couple of hands…
"Ah think Ah should probably go, ya need ta get some sleep." She told him, getting up off of his bed and straightening out her clothes. He couldn't argue, his were starting to feel very heavy…
"Before y' go chére, I got somet'in' for y." He reached down to the end of the bed and grabbed his jacket, reaching deep into one of the pockets and pulling out a small box. "I was gonna wait t' give dis t' y', but now seems as good a time as any." He handed it to her, watching the slightly perplexed expression on her face as she unwrapped it.
Inside the box, was a silver key. Rogue took a look at it and then looked up at him, a little confused.
"Its de spare key for dis place Rogue, seemed right dat y' should have one."
"Thank ya." And she really meant it.
He had never ever given anyone a key to his apartment before; he had never wanted anyone around so much before. She was different, what they had together was different and in a way a spare key was a kind of sign. He wasn't letting her go.
Again, I really need to apologise for this chapter. I hate hate hate it.
But if you'd like to Review anyway, super boys and super girls, I'd be very happy to hear from you!
