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Jean had returned to them just a short two months earlier; Residue had lost Rogue a painfully tortuous eight weeks ago. He didn't realize that he had let his eyes slip closed as he remembered the not so distant past before envisioning the not so distant future.

They were probably going back to a hotel room he had reserved earlier in the afternoon. Champagne and roses littered a candlelit room since he knew how much of a romantic she was. He would lay her down on the bed, kissing her many times over the way he had that first night in Laughlin City. She would run her fingers over his broad chest savoring the feel of his skin on her skin. They would both sit up long enough for him to unzip her dress and discard it on the floor. His clothes would soon follow and it wouldn't be long before both were basking in the passion they each created.

Disgusted at the idea of that man with the woman Residue loved, he opened his eyes eager to banish the image. However, the relief he so desired was only replaced by a churning in his gut as he glanced over to the couple. He cursed that he could hold his liquor so well because there was nothing more than he wanted to do at the moment than to be sick to his stomach.

The worst part of the whole situation was that he couldn't let go of it. Normally if a woman rejected him he would just go out and find another. Not this time. No, this one, this angelic woman before him was special. She had captured his attention as well as his heart, something no woman could previously claim. Rogue had taken control over his being and now it was eating him alive. He couldn't walk away because of her and he couldn't stay for the same reason. It was killing him, literally.

As a cab finally acknowledged Rogue's hail Residue began to pay the price of torturing himself. Earlier, he was able to push away the fact that she would soon be gone from his sight. It made the whole thing seem like a nightmarish reality that would go away in the morning, a nice delusion in which he could find solace. However, as he watched her step into the yellow sedan he would have to admit to himself that this was no dream, that his love was riding away with someone else. That someone else was now stepping into the same cab and soon speeding off to a blissfully enchanted happiness Residue would never know.

Turning round the corner into the multilevel garage and to his bike Residue was enraged by the sight of the other man's motorcycle parked next to his. There was nothing he wanted more in the world, besides Rogue, than to trash the carefully custom designed pride and joy. Someone walking through the lot wouldn't think twice when noticing the brand new dark graphite metallic, sun yellow, and white aluminum metallic BMW K 1200 S sportbike next to the chrome covered cobalt metallic and mica Boss Hoss BHC-3 ZZ4 cruiser.

He knew right then they wouldn't be back in the morning for the team's Danger Room session. Even if they did manage to get up early enough there was no way that man would leave his most cherished motorcycle for more than a day. He was surprised he left it now. Residue vaguely wondered what their alibi would be for ditching the mandatory practice. It didn't really matter. The Professor would see right through it and everyone else would know because of Rogue. There wasn't a lie she had told yet that she hadn't choked on. Residue was always able to tell, except once. She once told him she loved him and hadn't batted an eye. Trying to erase the image from his mind of her moonlit confession, Residue started his bike, revved the engine, and sped through the parking garage's lot.

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