Here's the latest chapter! If you've noticed a certain Desiree LeBeau and Izzy Allerdyce in my story and wondered how wrong that is, I suggest you either look at the first chapter, or get lost. XD Okay. Now, to answer that one question that's been stuck in my mind eternally: Yes, Sean was teasing when he said Desiree Marie Worthington. Ha! Off my chest now! And yes and no on the length of the chapters. That chapter, i admit was short, but that's what I tend to do. I don't like dragging out concepts, but at the same time, I don't like short chapters. In MS Word, if it's not at least three pages, it won't go up. This was about four and a half. I appreciate the long reviews though! It tells me what I need to work on. I sincerely hope that I did a bit better on Remy in this chapter, if you don't agree, please tell me. Thanks all ya other people for responding! You keep reading, I keep writing.


"Daddy?" came a sweet, young, innocent voice.

"Chere?" a serene voice answered.

"Ah was wonderin' if…maybeh…that, um…"

"Ya t'ink ya maybeh wanna finish dat t'ought, Des'?"

"Swamp rat," Rogue's unsettling, defining voice shot back at Remy, already defending her daughter.

"No, mama, don' yell at papa, ah was jus' wonderin' if maybeh…"

"She wants to come with me," Sean finished for her, knowing that the greatest manipulator in the South was having trouble asking her father such a simple question.

"Come where, hun?" Rogue asked Sean, sending him a soothing glance and smile.

"Y'all don't know, do ya?" Sean asked, averting his eyes from Rogue's now uneasy gaze to the floor.

"Maybeh ya should fill us in, no?" Remy stated firmly, his attention completely averted from the television set to Sean and Desiree who stood next to each other.

"Away from 'ere, papa," Desiree said matter-of-factly. Almost by magic, her hand cupped Sean's, as if to let him know that she wasn't going to be able to finish.

"Away from 'ere…where?" Rogue asked, moving across the room, from just outside the kitchen to beside Remy.

"I have to go back to Xavier's…I don't wanna go alone. I'm begging you two…Please, I love you guys like my own parents…okay…bad example, but…I love your daughter in another way. You don't want some teen angst story do you?"

"What?!" Remy sounded like an alarm. Whatever serenity he had gained since learning of his daughter and Warren's son's relationship, was now completely washed away.

"Remy, uh, Mr. LeBeau, I know ya don't approve of my relationship with your only daughter, but…I mean…I don't mean I love her like we're ready to wed or something, but…Sir, I find it difficult to confront you, and you're not making it much easier for me. I'm trying to be a man here, I'd like to gain your respect and even your blessings, if it ever comes to that, but…please, don't let us be separated by the width of a country."

"Sean, when a ma an' pa ask if it be alraght for ya ta stay down here, under mah roof, ah said it'd beh fahne. Ah didn' even t'ink 'bout how ya might try an' seduce mah daughter, which ya've 'parently done, an' ah didn' t'ink 'bout when ya'd have ta leave either. In fac' ah didn' even have ya pa pay a nickel, but ya wanna rip mah petite from meh? After everyt'in' ah did for ya?"

Sean heaved a sigh and hung his head, knowing that after that, there was no way he could even try to have Desiree come with him. Remy did deserve at least his daughter after everything he'd done for him. Sean shook his head, let go of Desiree's hand and made his way, slowly and painfully, back upstairs.

Desiree's red on black eyes swelled with tears as she looked at her father and mother.

Rogue looked regretfully at her daughter, her own flesh and blood. "Ah'm sorreh, sweeteh," she half whispered.

Desiree nodded, and amazingly, ran to Rogue and Remy and hugged them tightly, her tears soaking into Rogue's shirt. She sniffled, trying to not completely break down as the family embraced each other.

Sean, on the other hand, was taking an entirely different approach. He went to the room that would soon regain its title as "guest room", and went toward the phone…or what was left of it. "Damn it," he grumbled, turning around and heading back through the hallway to Desiree's room. He grabbed her cordless phone and headed back to "his" room. Quickly, Sean dialed the number for Warren and Paige's room. No one answered. He tried again. And again. And again.

"Pick up!" he yelled out. "Maybe…" he thought for a moment, before pulling a slip of paper from his night stand drawer and dialing the number it read. Finally, someone answered.

"Warren Worthington, hello?"

"Dad?"

"Sean? Is that you?"

"Yeah."

"What do you want? Your mother and I are busy."

Sean grimaced at the word "busy", as thoughts of what were more than likely happening there slipped into his mind. "Dad, I'm going there tonight."

"What?"

"I'm…coming home…tonight."

"To us?"

"If I'm welcome."

"Of course, when's your flight, I'll pick you up whenever you need."

"It's not what you're thinking, dad...can I talk to mom?"

"No, you can talk to me. You aren't getting here…how I think you're getting here…are you?"

"Depends, how do you think I'm getting home?"

"Are you gonna make it a one man trip?"

"Hm, if by that you mean a pair of odd wings, no real engine, odd pilot, no seats and no bathroom, then, yeah. Solo."

"Son, I know you aren't going to listen to me, but are you sure you can make it that far? I mean…it's a long ways…"

"Dad, you flew the entire Atlantic, I can't make it to Westchester?"

"I didn't say you couldn't"

"You implied…"

"You assumed."

"Dad, don't tell mom I'm coming, okay? I think I wanna surprise her."

"Whatever you say, son."

"And dad?"

"Yeah?"

"What in the world could you and mom be busy doing in your office?"

"Do you really wanna…"

"No, I don't. Bye dad. And if I end up with a brother or sister within the next year, just know you'll have made me sick. Officially."

"Bye, son."

"Bye, dad."

An hour later, Desiree came bursting in Sean's room, her face full of excitement. "Seany, ah can…Seany? Where…" Desiree looked frantically around the room. And it wasn't what she found, a letter from Sean, which disturbed her. It was what she didn't find. There was nothing left. All of her boyfriend's stuff was gone. Tears rolled down her cheeks. All she had left was the letter. Slowly, she pulled the typed note from the envelope.

Ms. Desiree Marie LeBeau,

I now realize that I must leave Louisiana. I never would want to cause your mother and father, who have become like parents to me, any heartbreak whatsoever. Remy put things into perspective for me. He made me realize that it wouldn't be fair to rip his pride and joy from him, just for my own selfish cause. Please try to understand all this. I love you more than I love the sun and the moon themselves. Think of this however you please, but I would hope you don't think of me as a coward. I am walking away, or flying in my case, to save your own life and the lives of your mom and dad. Not to mention Izzy. Tell him about this letter, or just show it to him. If you're ever up for a visit, you can find me at 1407 Graymalkin Lane, Westchester, New York. Or just give me a call, 718-555-8495. That's right to my room.

Sean Worthington

j' aimé te

"No…Sean!" Desiree cried out, the note falling from in between her fingers and fluttering to the ground. "Mommeh!" she cried out over and over again, until Rogue finally came into the room.

"Wha's that matter, hun?" her comforting voice failing to soothe her daughter.

"He's gone."

"Who's gone, Desi'?"

"Damn it, mommeh, Sean's gone!"

"Desiree Mar-"

"Y'all made 'im leave!" she screamed and pushed Rogue away from her. "Ah hate ya! Ah hate ya an' papa both! Y'all made mah boyfriend leave! Ah love 'im, an' y'all made 'im leave!"

"Des'…"

"No! Ah won't listen ta ya," she screamed even louder.

Rogue grabbed her daughter's arms, keeping her from struggling around.

"Mommeh, lemme go! Ya made mah boyfriend leave! Ah love him! Ah love him! Ya wrecked that! If y'all 'ad just lemme go without fighting with Sean then weh'd be in that vereh bed." She pointed to the bed that Sean had slept in only less than a day ago. "Weh'd makin' love, mommeh, 'cause ah love 'im so much. 'e loves meh. An' if ya two love meh, then y'all will let meh go 'ere," she picked up the note and pointed to a random spot on it, referring to the mansion's address.

Rogue looked at Desiree almost in shock. Had what came out of her daughter's mouth just been true? Wait a second, rewind. Making love? Her daughter? Yeah, that'll convince her to want to let Desiree be with Sean for a second unchaperoned.

"Ya goin' nowhere but ta bed right now," Rogue said sternly in her motherly tone.

"Ah'm goin' nowhere, mama."

"Ah said move!"

Regretfully, and entirely without grace, Desiree took her note and walked slowly to her room. Slamming the door behind her, she lie down on her bed, curled up with her note. It was all she had left of her love.