A/N: Sorry I didn't get this out exactly when I wanted. We had a brown recluse in the house and being the only who is severely arachnophobic I had to be the one to find the stupid thing sitting six inches away from me. To make it worse we didn't catch it so I'm a little freaked right now to say the least. Anyway, thanks to everyone who bothered to stop by and take a read. Hope you enjoy. :)

I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes
and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor

"What the hell is that?"

The couple broke their kiss when he roughly tore away with his inquiry. She tried to keep up the loving gesture but to no avail. Instead she put her arms around him and answered between light pecks.

"Cell phone."

I wanna ah ah I make it so good you don't wanna leave
but I got to kn kn kn know what's your fan-ta-sy

"I thought I told you to leave it at the mansion tonight?"

Giving up and heading over to her purse Rogue started to fish through looking for the offending device. As with anything she wanted to get rid of quickly it slipped out of her hand and down under everything else in her bag.

"I did. Jubilee gave me hers at the club and I must have forgotten to give it back to her."

I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes
and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor

Finally getting a good grip on the ridiculously small phone she just barely had a chance to see part of the number before it was unceremoniously ripped from her hands.

"It's probably just some guy she met at the club tonight. Let the voicemail get it."

"No, I saw the callerID. It looked like the mansion."

Reaching out to snag the cell back from her lover, Rogue flopped down on the king bed next to his own now brooding form. However, he still kept it away from her open hand as he attempted to silence it.

I wanna ah ah I make it so good you don't wanna leave
but I got to kn kn kn know what's your fan-ta-sy

"Yeah, she's probably trying to figure out where she left it. How the hell do you turn this damn thing off?"

"I highly doubt it. Did you see how drunk she was? Jubes probably passed out on the ride home and poor Kurt more than likely had to teleport her to bed."

Finally snagging the ringing gadget out of his strong hands before he had a chance to just destroy it, Rogue double checked the number and flopped back on the bed while answering.

I wanna li li li lick you from your hea---

"Hey, this is Rogue."

She immediately recognized the distinct voice of her one time boyfriend, Bobby. 'Well he sobered up real quick.' The wryness in her thoughts was quickly replaced by concern when she heard the slight alarm in his intonation.

"Rogue, I think you need to get back to the mansion."

"Why? What's going on?"

Rogue sat up quickly, slipping on her shoes and gathering her things filtered throughout the hotel room. Her partner took notice, watching her warily as she snatched things in a panic.

"Thanks, Bobby, we'll be right there."

Shutting off the phone she strode over to him as he rose at the sight of her tear filled eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"We haveta leave rahght now. It's Remy. He's bin inan accident. Hank doesn' think-"

She hated how she sounded as her understandably upset accented voice broke. She'd been living in New York for how long now? Somehow through it all her damn Southern twang still reared it's ugly redneck stereotypical head when she was distressed.

"-he doesn' think he's gonna make it, Logan."

Rogue found little comfort in the strong arms that surrounded her and the soothing sounds rumbling through his chest. At that moment she realized her horrible mistake. While Remy had been in New Orleans Logan had been making more and more trips back home. The older man even took her out on the road with him a few times. Thinking her teenage crush was finally being realized she let herself fall into the delusion of hating Remy for leaving and loving Logan for returning. It seemed only natural while in the city where they had first met that the next step of their relationship should be taken. How wrong she was. The worst of it all was that it took this nightmare to happen before she realized it.

Many hopes were running through her head. As much as she hoped Hank was mistaken she couldn't completely ignore the part of her mind that was rationally telling her it was true. Then the fleeting hope that he would recover consoled her for the briefest moment. Rogue slowly began to realize the seriousness of the situation and hoped he was conscious enough when she got there to understand what she needed to tell him. Most of all, she simply hoped she got there in time. Remy had to know she still loved him.

A/N: If you all would like to see a sequel just leave a note with the little blue button and let me know! Otherwise this is where I intend to leave it cause this is where it decided to finish with me. Once again, thank you to all who reviewed and those who just read!