All of the characters in the story belong to MARVEL, not me! I am just borrowing them for a while. I will return turn them in good condition with the price tags still attached. So don't sue me because I'm not getting paid for anything I write.

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Remy walked out the front door of the mansion and towards his motorcycle. It was getting dark. He didn't have much light to leave with. Just the pale moonlight and his headlight. He shrugged. It was time to go regardless of how much light there was.

He still couldn't let it all sink in. Too much had happened. Scott and Jean. Logan and Storm. Betsy and Warren. Rogue and-

"Damn." Remy stopped for a second. He never really believed she would find someone else and Bobby was right about that being selfish. He blinked for a minute. Of all people, Rogue chose Bobby.

Remy shook the thoughts from his head and continued down the steps towards his bike. He was about to get on it when a familiar voice stopped him.

"Where ya going, Gumbo?"

Remy turned around to see Wolverine leaning against the wall on one side of the front door smoking a cigar. Remy was just as shocked to see Logan as he was shocked that he hadn't even noticed him standing there when he walked out of the mansion.

"I'm leaving. Nobody wants me here." Remy ran a hand through his hair. He never thought talking to Logan would make him feel so awkward.

"And by nobody ya mean everybody, right? Well, you ain't asked me how I feel yet, so don't go assuming ya know how everyone here feels," Logan replied as he put out his cigar on the soul of his black boot.

It was nice to know that at least one person had stayed the same. Logan seemed like his old self even though he had apparently lost some memory.

"How do you feel, mon ami?" Remy crossed his arms.

"I think ya should stop runnin' away from your problems. That's what got'cha into this mess in the first place," Logan told him.

"I seem to r'member you not wantin' me around, Logan. What changed your mind?" Remy asked, still keeping his distance from him. Remy trusted Logan, but he wasn't sure if Logan was just saying what he was saying so that Remy would be caught off guard when Logan tried to kill him again.

"Me? I don't remember not wantin' ya around." Logan's eyes glazed over and he brought up a large hand to rub a temple.

Remy thought he might have been trying to fool him again, but something changed his mind. Jubilee did say he was still missing a lot of his memories. Could it be possible that Logan had no memory of the day Remy left?

"You don' r'member dat you tried to kill me?"

Logan looked down at him and blinked for a few seconds before shaking his head. The frustration was colored on his face. "No, Cajun, I don't."

Silence followed Logan's admission. Remy didn't know how to react to someone who didn't remember the last time they had seen each other. Like the tie had been severed and now he didn't have a link back. Logan didn't know how to act when he couldn't remember how he felt about Remy. Had he been angry? Sad? Happy? He just didn't know.

Remy thought for a long time about whether or not to fill in the missing moments in Logan's life for him. "Do you r'member anyt'ing at all?"

"I don't remember much. Just that ya were here one minute and the next you wasn't. I know what happened between Rogue and ya, but I don't remember how I felt or reacted," Logan told him. Remy could see the unmistakable hurt in Logan's eyes and he wished there was something he could do.

Remy walked a little closer to the front steps. "So what are you doin' out here all by yourself, mon ami?"

The change of subject caused Logan's expression to lighten up some. "Ro don't like me smokin' inside. She's tryin' to get me to quit all together, but givin' up these things, " he raised the remainder of the cigar up, looking at it fondly, "is like tryin' to give up her. Ain't gonna happen."

"Yes, I heard about dat. You and Stormy, I mean."

Logan grinned at Remy's nickname for his wife. "I don't think she likes that name very much, bub."

Remy chuckled. "I know, dat's why I call her dat. She's beautiful when she's-" Remy stopped what he was saying. It was hard for him to remember that he was talking to Storm's husband. "Sorry, Logan, I got a little carried away."

"Don't worry about it. She was your friend and nothin' that happened has changed that."

Remy shook his head. "Non, mon ami, I t'ink you wrong about dat. Stormy was pretty angry with me for leaving an' I figure she still is."

Logan leaned away from his position against the wall and began to walk down the steps towards Remy. "Well, Cajun, looks like you got a lot to learn about us. Lot's has changed since you left. Come with me, I wanna show you something."

"What is dat, Logan?"

"Don't worry about what it is. Just c'mon." Logan said as he walked past Remy and made his way across the lawn towards the large trees on the right side of the property. Remy shrugged. What did he have to lose?

Remy swiftly ran and caught up with Logan just as he was about to go into the deep woods. They both disappeared into the dark green grass.

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Rogue walked to the door of the bedroom she and Bobby shared. She didn't know what to expect from Bobby now that Remy had returned. She didn't know what to expect from herself either.

She opened the door and stepped inside, quickly shutting the door behind her. The room was dim, a breeze blowing through the open window. She made out Bobby's form sitting on the edge of their bed.

"Ah put Glory ta bed. She fell right ta sleep," Rogue said as she walked a little closer to Bobby.

Bobby didn't say anything. He didn't even move. That scared Rogue more than anything. Bobby had always been the one with the reply or reaction. When he didn't do anything, Rogue knew something was seriously wrong.

"Bobby?"

A long silence followed, but was broken by the sound of his voice breaking the dead calm. "Do you still love him, Rogue?"

Rogue had known he was going to ask her that, but that hadn't made her anymore equipped to answer. "What kinda question is that?"

"The kind I already know the answer to."

Rogue felt her heart ache. She didn't like that she caused him so much pain, but what could she do? She sat down beside him and grabbed his hand in her own, rubbing the back of it with her long, slender fingers.

"What do ya want me ta do, sugah? Lie ta ya? Ah can't do that."

"I know."

"You knew when we got t'gether that Ah was still in love with Remy. Ah never told ya different, did Ah?" Rogue shook her head. She didn't want to have this conversation, but knew that Bobby wouldn't have peace until he knew exactly how she felt about the situation.

"No, you didn't."

"Remy and Ah had been through a lot and Ah'm not gonna say that Ah can forget it. But sugah, that's in the past. Ah'm your wife an' the mother of your child. Ah love ya an' just because Remy has come back to our lives doesn't mean Ah'm gonna leave what Ah've worked so hard to get." Rogue's hand left Bobby's and she brushed his cheek.

Bobby placed his hand over hers and moved closer to her touch. He closed his eyes, her touch leaving a shiver on his skin. He didn't care how long he had been with her. She still made him feel the same way as she did the first time she touched him.

"Rogue, I-"

She put her finger to his lips. "Shhh, sugah," she said in a whisper, her skin flushed, "it doesn't matter. All that matters is you an' me."

She leaned to him and kissed him deeply. He tried very hard to keep his attentions to his beautiful wife, but the deep feeling of anxiety still filled his stomach. She was kissing him, loving him, but who was she thinking about? Him or Remy?

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