Rogue rummaged through her closet, searching for the dress Jean had asked her for earlier. She pushed through outfit after outfit, trying to find the one. Along the way she found a dress that she had worn a very long time ago with a very different person from Logan. She had worn the white sundress on a date with Remy once. She had picked it out at the mall on a whim, thinking she would never wear it, but Remy had convinced her to wear it. He said it complemented her figure. So for him, she wore it. Their picnic had gone smoothly until he tried to kiss her. He had ended up slack jawed on the grass, smiling a goofy grin while Marie berated him for his foolishness.

Putting the green dress on a hanger, Rogue exited her room. She went towards Jean's room where she knew the red headed woman would be, but then the thought of Scott entered her mind. She wondered if Scott was in there as well. If Scott was in there with her, there was no doubt in her mind what they'd be doing. Walking up to Jean's door she got close enough so she could hear what was going on. She heard obvious sounds that warned her that it was not a good time to give Jean the dress back. Deciding to give it to her later, Marie turned around and ran smack dab into a familiar chest.

"You a peepin' Tom now chere?"

"Ya wish Cajun." Rogue started walking back towards her room when the voice registered in her mind.

"Hold on, cajun? Remy?" She halted in her tracks when that thought crossed her mind. Turning back to the other side of the hall she saw Remy standing there. His mouth was turned into one of his infamous smirks, his red on black eyes flashing.

"Oh my Gawd, Remy?" She whispered, her southern accent unconsciously getting thicker.

"Ello chere, miss me?" Remy's thick cajun accent made Rogue melt. His smirk turned into a smile as he noticed her reaction. His red on black eyes stared into her green ones, he missed her and she missed him. They both felt it.

"O' course Remy, how could ah not?" She whispered to him as she brushed a strand of white hair back. "The mansion was surprisingly quiet afta ya left. Ah was kinda enjoyin' the peace." He pressed a large hang to his chest and pouted.

"Aw, why ya gotta be like dat chere?" He stopped his act and smiled a true grin. "Neva got t'ask yo' forgiveness." She twirled a strand of auburn hair around a finger distractedly.

"Ah neva wanted ta give it." He paused, his normally mischevious eyes suddenly serious.

"Will ya give it now?" The look in his eyes made Rogue's heart speed up. She realized then that she had never really fallen out of love with Remy. He still had her heart, even now after five years and Logan's confession. She wanted to sob, scream, run and hug him all in one. So she settled for a simple answer that held many conclusions.

"Of course."

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Logan wanted to laugh when the Cajun called Rogue a peeping tom. If anybody was in the mansion, it was him. His room was strategically placed in the middle of the mansion, where the majority of gossip worthy actions happened. At first he had moved into this room for security purposes, but the more he became accustomed to the mansion and its inhabitants, the more the room became his easy way of keeping up with life in the mansion. Of course, it was a draw back to be located directly across from Scott and Jean's room. Especially since the couple had decided to try for another child. Little Rachel was a bundle of joy as it was, but now they were hoping for a little boy to call their own as well.

He brought himself back to Remy and Rogue's conversation. Her simple words hid her tumultuous thoughts. He could smell her uncertainty, fear of being hurt again and the slightest hint of arousal. He hoped that the latter scent was because of thoughts of him. He frowned when he listened to Remy, the man did not even try to hide his love for Rogue. He wasn't going to let Rogue slip into his grip again. He was ready to make her his wife, his woman, his mate. No Swamp Rat was going to interfere.

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Ororo was washing the dishes with fervor. Remy's sudden appearance was wreaking havoc on her nerves. She had always loved him as a brother, but when he had hurt Rogue it had become her duty as best friend to hate him. Now that he had come back she wasn't sure how to treat him, inbetween the hating, loving, and indecision she was lost to her emotions. Hearing a distant crackle of thunder she reigned in on her emotions.

The African woman scrubbed even harder on the plate she was washing and jumped when it broke in her hands. White shards of painted glass cut her fragile hands, slicing into her mocha skin. Ororo stood there motionless for several moments before her mind registered the pain and the panic she should be feeling. Turning on the water she put her hands under the running water and slowly picked pieces of the plate out. Rogue came strolling into the room, seemingly searching for some food to munch on and saw Ororo's blood on the counter and in the sink.

"'Ro! What happened?" The southern woman drawled, voice thick with worry.

"Nothing much, I just cut my hands on the plate." She answered, face not showing the fight behind her mask she was struggling with.

"But how didja cut ya hands on tha plate gal?" Ororo shrugged her shoulders and received a disbelieving look from Rogue. They wiped up the mess and wrapped her hands in a towel and headed down to the med bay where Jean normally was. "'Ro, what are ya not tellin' me?" Ororo looked away from Rogue, afraid that she might see the conflicting emotions she was fighting.

"I told you, it was nothing Rogue, you have no need to worry." They arrived in the med bay and Jean rushed towards them.

"Ah always have reason ta worry when my best friends get hurt 'Ro, ah just don't wanna see ya hurt." Ororo lost all strength to hold it in when Rogue said that, tears began to pour down her cheeks in abandon. They could hear the thunder crackling and rain began to pour down from the skies. Her emotions were being broadcasted through the whole mansion and Jean struggled to keep her mental state in tact so people wouldn't worry.

"Ororo, it's okay, calm down." Jean shushed the African woman but her words weren't having much effect on her. She began to cry harder when it seemed that her floodgates were trying to close, the onslaught of emotions were coursing through her without mercy. Oh why did Remy have to return?

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Remy was reorganizing his room to suit his style and comfort when he felt the massive upheaval of emotions coming from Ororo. Not thinking he ran out of his room and towards where the pain was coming from. As he arrived into the med bay he received a pleading look from Jean to do something about the crying woman in her arms. He took notice of Rogue who was trying to hug the woman or help Jean with the burden but always kept a safe distance so she didn't hurt her. He walked over to Ororo and took her from Jean.

"Stormy? Ma belle, ce qui est erroné? Oh chere, tell Remy what's wrong." He placed his palm onto her cheek and lifted her face to see his. He gently wiped the tears from her eyes with his thumbs, love written plainly in his eyes for only Ororo to see. "You feel better now chere? Y'okay? Y'wan' Remy ta take you some place a lil more private?" She nodded weakly at his suggestion and he swept her up into his arms. Rogue looked like she wanted to protest and Jean started to go on about Ororo's wounds but they were both silenced by Remy's look.

He carried her to her room in the attic, stopping only to press the buttons on the elevator so he wouldn't have to go up the stairs. When they got there he placed her down gently on her bed and sat beside her. He pulled her into his arms and cradled her close to him. Ororo's once wailing cries were now shushed to soft whimpers as Remy calmed her. The raging storm slowly calmed down along with her, the torrential rains calming to a gentle rain shower. He titlted her chin up so he could look into her eyes.

"Now Stormy, you gonn' tell Remy all 'bout wha's causin' you all dese tears 'kay?"