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Remy followed Logan through the tall grass and thick foliage. He wasn't sure where they were going and in truth, that wasn't what he was thinking about.

Rogue still looked as beautiful as ever, but now she glowed. Remy didn't know what that was from. Being a mother? Being a woman and a wife? Seeing him? Maybe all three?

"Ya should stop thinkin' 'bout her, Cajun." Logan said as he turned to look at him.

Remy blinked for a minute. "I can't. She's in my blood, mon ami. Always has been and always will be. I don' care who she's married to."

"That's a dangerous attitude. I hope for your sake that you ain't plannin' to try an' steal her from Bobby," Logan replied, stepping over a large rock.

"What makes you t'ink I hafta steal her?"

Logan stopped and put out his hand to stop Remy. "Now listen here, Gumbo, I don't care what you think is goin' on, but let me spell it out for ya. She's married. She's got a kid. An' ya ain't gonna do nuthin' to screw that up. Got it?"

Remy looked down at Logan's hand which rested on his chest and pushed it away. "I don' plan on tryin' t'ruin anyone's marriage. But I can't stop her from doin' what she wants t'do, Logan."

"Well, what makes ya think that she wants ya? She seems to be pretty content with ol' snowboy." Logan grinned.

Remy looked down at the ground. "Are we close t'dis place or what?"

Logan, realizing his mistake, nodded and pointed. "We are here."

"Why are we-" Remy caught glimpse of something behind a wild tangle of ivy. He walked over to it and peeled back some of the twisted green plants. After removing the ivy, Remy stepped back to see what he had uncovered.

"Scott."

Remy looked at Logan walking up beside him, then back at the marble angel that protected the grave of Scott Summers. With its wings spread out, the angel prayed towards the sky, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

Remy kneeled down and touched the ground with his fingers. "Jubilee told me 'bout what happened, but I guess I didn' want t'believe it."

"Nobody does. Why do ya think it looks as if no one has visited for years? I think I am the only one who still comes here." Logan crossed his arms.

"No one? Not even Jean?"

Logan laughed shortly. "Jean ain't the same person anymore. I'm guessin' ya ain't seen her yet."

"Non, mon ami, I haven't."

"Yeah, so quick to leave over something that is only one part of the puzzle. Never figured ya as the type, Cajun."

"Why do you want me t'stay so bad?" Remy stood up and turned to Logan.

Instead of looking at Remy, Logan just stared at the stone angel and smiled. "Ya know, me an' ol' one-eye here have had some good talks since he died. Maybe they were good 'cause he wasn't talkin' back, but I feel like I understand him now. The one thing Scott always said was that we were part of something bigger than ourselves. We are, ya know?"

"I don' t'ink I follow you."

"Ya always felt like an outsider. Like nobody trusted ya. What'cha don't realize is that it wasn't us that were untrusting, it was you that was untrusting. Ya never let yourself become a part of that something bigger. Ya were afraid to belong to something that with the good or the bad would still be here."

"I don' agree wit you, mon ami. None of de X-Men ever trusted me." Remy said coldly.

"Then why'd we want ya to stay? Why'd Scott try an' get ya to understand that ya were part o' the team regardless of what you've done in the past?" Logan asked him.

"I don' r'member it dat way. I seem t'recall dat you all thought I was a traitor because I lead de Mauraders to kill de Morlocks!" Remy shouted.

"No, Remy, ya thought ya were the traitor. Ya never forgave yourself for doin' what'cha did. Ya came back here after Ro and Kitty talked ya into it an' ya acted as though everything was alright. That ya had let the past rest, but ya didn't, did ya?"

Remy stayed silent. Logan wasn't sure if that was because he was too stubborn to realize the truth or he was too afraid to confess blaming himself for everything that had happened.

"We've all done some pretty horrible things in our lives. Ya aren't the first an' ya won't be the last. Ya can't continue blaming yourself for something that ya had no control over. If ya hadn't been the one to lead the Marauders, someone else would have. It's time to let it go an' move on."

Remy nodded slowly. Logan was right. Remy hated to admit it but damn it all if Logan hadn't been reading his mind. "How you know dis, mon ami?"

"How? Listen, kid, me an' you are one in the same. Ya think I don't know what it's like to be an outsider? Or that I don't know what it's like to want something I can't have? Ya are a lot like me, Cajun. Face it. An' if I can get over my demons, so can ya," Logan said, taking his eyes away from the angel and staring at Remy.

"So, now what?"

"What do ya want to happen?" Logan countered.

"Don' know dat."

"What did ya want when ya decided to come back up here?"

Remy thought for a long time. What did he want? He knew what he didn't want and that was to be alone anymore. He was tired of moving and hiding and trying to fill a need. He needed to be around people who cared about him. He needed to belong again. "I wanna be a part of de X-Men again."

Logan just smiled as he motioned for Remy to follow him once more. Remy nodded and started to follow him, but stopped and turned back to the angel. He walked to the angel and kissed his fingertips, then brought them up to the angel's cheek. He traced the cold stone as if trying to wipe away the tear. "If you listenin' up dere, Scott, I jus' wanted to say I'm back for good. No more runnin'."

"Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, mon ami."