Five years later
The first thing that registered in Rogue's brain as she slowly awoke from her deep sleep was a loud blaring noise that made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Cracking her eyes open, she realized that the loud blaring noise was in fact her alarm clock ringing it's morning wake up call. Flinging an arm across her body to make contact with the button on the alarm clock that shut it off, she sighed contentedly as the annoying noise stopped. Shoving the covers off of her body inch by inch, Rogue rose from her bed to shower. She ran a hand through her messy, auburn hair and shuffled her way to the bathroom she shared with Jubilee. The Asian woman apparently didn't wake up to the sound of her own alarm, so the southern woman entered her room and gave the girl a shake to wake her up.
"Rise an' shine Jubes, time ta get up." The dark haired woman groaned and covered herself with her blanket. "Oh no ya don't!" Rogue grabbed the girl's blanket and yanked it off the bed. Muscular legs curled up to her chest as the sleepy woman spoke.
"Roooogue..." Her voice trailed off as she let one eye open to stare at her friend. "Why do I hafta get up?"
"Silly gal, we're goin' on a picnic with 'Ro an' Jean t'day, an' you know how lil time we get with them now that Jean's got kiddos an' 'Ro's teachin'!" Her thick chuckle and urging tone got the other woman moving.
"Alright alright, I'm up!" With Jubilee up and moving, Rogue returned to the bathroom and locked both doors. She hopped and the shower and bathed quickly, ready to get her day moving. After showering Rogue re-entered her room and looked at the mess that once was her alarm clock.
"Ugh, stupid super strength." She mumbled under her breath. Picking up the remains of her alarm clock, she tossed it into the trash bin. Digging into her closet, Rogue pulled out the day's clothing. A thin, long sleeved, green shirt and comfortable jeans. She always felt good when she wore this particular outfit. Rogue pulled open her bed side table and retrieved her light weight gloves out of the drawer. Putting her hair up into a tight pony tail with the white streaks tucked behind her ears, she decided she was ready for breakfast.
Taking another peek into Jubilee's room to see if she was really up and running only to catch the girl putting on her underwear, Rogue yelped and apologized before backing out of the room. In the bathroom again, she smiled to herself and laughed. The answering laugh from Jubilee's room made her grin grow. Ready to get to breakfast, the southern belle headed out towards the kitchen. The smell of freshly cooked blueberry pancakes met her senses as she entered the bright kitchen. Bobby was sitting at the table scarfing pancakes smothered in syrup down his throat.
"Mahnag Rog." He greeted her mid bite. She chuckled at the syrup dripping down his mouth before grabbing her own pancakes. Logan entered the kitchen to get another cup of coffee and kissed her briefly on the lips as he passed. She smiled brightly before taking her seat across from Bobby.
"Morning y'all." She said as her mind drifted to an important day five years ago. Today was the anniversary of the day Remy left. She could remember clearly the gripping pain that had filled her heart that day and the long weeks afterwards. Her depression had lingered, determined to prevent her from moving on. Her friends had been there for her every step of the way along with long talks with Logan. She had decided to call the day Remy left her, Starting Life Over day. Logan had been crucial in helping her keep this day bright and wonderful. She recalled the day he made it the best.
Flashback
Rogue stared out the window at the brilliant sunshine and the gently swaying trees with a smile on her face. Beside her, Logan placed a heavy hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear. His deep, gruff voice sent a shiver up her spine.
"Wanna go out?" She chuckled before responding.
"Gawd, make me sound like a dawg why dontcha?" He sputtered before responding glibly.
"If the shoe fits...." His voice trailed off as she turned around and slapped him gently on the shoulders. They were comfortably close and she clung to his presence. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. He mumbled something against her hair that she didn't understand because it was muffled.
"What was that?" He pulled back slightly and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"I love you." He whispered against her lips before pulling back to see her expression. Her green eyes were wet with tears as she pulled him back to kiss him again. They lingered in a passionate embrace before she responded.
"Ah love you too Logan."
End flashback
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Remy was tired of the rain. Leaping across a rooftop to the place where he normally watched the sunset, he realized that he wouldn't be able to see the sunset happen through the thick rain. He frowned before slumping against the top of a closed chimney. His red on black eyes purused the city he had grown up in with a frown on his face. New Orleans had been his home for so many years, yet since he had left Xavier's, it wasn't quite the same in his eyes. What used to be comforting back alleys that he would slip through to avoid detection from pursuers, now looked like cold, umfamiliar territory that made him long for his old home.
Rising from his uncomfortable spot, he decided to head back to his apartment. He was about to slip through an open window when he heard voices in his apartment. There were two women talking. The huskier one was obviously the woman that Remy had met last week at a local park. Colette was a rambunctious woman. She lived for extreme sports and active days. Remy was five seconds away from dumping her simly because the woman was a morning person and he believed in sleeping in. The other voice was vaguely familiar, but didn't ring any immediate bells. Deciding to see what was going on, he entered through the window and stepped towards the voices. When he opened the door, he was surprised at who the other person was.
"Hi there stranger!" It was the woman from the airport. "Comment vas-tu?" She asked in a sweet voice.
"Je vais bien, merci," He responded automatically to her question in french. He raised a brow at her presence before switching back to english, "N'offense or anythin', but how'd you know where I live?" She laughed lightly.
"Phonebook, that and Colette just so happens to be my fiancee's sister!" Remy looked baffled, his red on black eyes were wide.
"Well dats unexpec'd." Both of the girls laughed at him.
"Oh, by the way, je m'appelle Édith Moreau après Édith Piaf, la plus célèbre chanteuse francaise." The tall man smiled and nodded his head.
"I am familiar with la chanteuse, elle est magnifique." He chuckled and shrugged, "Je m'appelle Remy Lebeau, after nobody."
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French translations:
Comment vas-tu: How are you?
Je vais bien, merci: I am well, thanks.
Je m'appelle Édith Moreau après Édith Piaf, la plus célèbre chanteuse francaise: My name is Edith Moreau after Edith Piaf, the very famous french singer.
La chanteuse, elle est magnifique: The singer, she is magnificent.
Je m'appelle Remy Lebeau: My name is Remy Lebeau.