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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Rogue walked down the hall in a daze. She still couldn't believe that Remy had returned after all this time. She had dreamed for so long that he would come back for her, but year after year, the dream drifted away. She knew in her heart that he wouldn't come back and she had finally let him go.

Then married Bobby.

"Aw, hell," she said to herself.

She had settled for Bobby. Sure, she cared for him, even loved him to some extent, but she wasn't in love with him. Maybe that wasn't fair to Bobby, but she had never lied to him about that.

"But that don't make it right, suga'," she told herself.

Rogue walked towards the kitchen and froze when she was in front of the doorway. Remy and Jean were making sandwiches and laughing. Rogue hadn't seen Jean laugh for years and it took her by surprise.

Jean looked up at the doorway and stopped laughing. "Hello, Rogue."

"Hey, Jean," Rogue replied, trying to keep her voice cool.

Remy didn't look up at all, he just stared down at the sandwich he was making. The fact that he didn't even acknowledge her presence hurt Rogue, but she wouldn't let it show.

"Where y'all off ta taday?" Rogue went to the refrigerator and pulled out a can of soda.

Jean's face brightened. "Remy and I are going to the park for a picnic."

'So, what? Y'all a couple now?' Rogue thought.

*It's not like that, Rogue,* Jean answered back.

Rogue just stared at Jean. She hadn't used her telepathy since Scott had died. Her mental capabilities had been shot when her psyche shut down and after she had gotten her mind back together, she couldn't control her powers.

Rogue looked away as she opened the can and took a sip. She walked out of the kitchen, saying, "well, have fun," as she left.

Jean glanced over at Remy, who still had yet to look up. He looked so melancholy, his eyes lacking its usual glimmer. It had been Rogue.

Jean leaned over and poked him in the shoulder. He raised his head and smiled at her.

"You still love her, don't you?" Jean said as she layed some cheese on a piece of bread.

"Jean, I don' t'ink'-"

"Stop. Just stop right there, Remy. Stop protecting yourself and tell me how you feel," Jean told him as she threw the bread on the counter.

Remy gave her a lost look. She had never been so straight forward before. Sure, she had always been one to point out the obvious, but had been a little more tactful in the way she had put it out.

"Do I even 'ave t'answer dat question?"

Jean shrugged. "I guess not. After all, I am a telepath."

"You been readin' my mind, chere?"

Jean laughed and picked up the bread again. She started piling on the cold cuts and vegetables. She looked over at Remy, who hadn't moved a millimeter since her comment.

"Your cute little laugh don' answer my question, ma p'tite chere," he said.

"No, Remy, I haven't been reading your mind. You should know me better than that," she replied as she cut the sandwich in half and wrapped it in plastic wrap.

"I've noticed dat I don' know any of you like I t'ought I did."

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Logan turned the wrench once more and yanked out the bolt he had loosened. He tossed it into a coffee can and hopped off the front bumper of his Jeep. He stood back and stared at the confounded contraption that had been having problems for the past week.

"Shit." He ran a greasy hand over his shirt and folded his arms.

"What's wrong, Wolvie?" Jubilee asked as she walked into the garage.

He groaned. He really didn't want anyone seeing his frustration. He used to be able to fix any car in his sleep, but after the whole mess with his memories being wiped out, he found that things weren't as easy for him.

"Jeep. Givin' me problems," he replied.

"Oh? Well, maybe someone can give you a hand. Maybe Remy, he's good at that stuff," Jubilee replied as she walked over to him.

"Remy, eh?" Logan grinned at her, then returned his gaze to the Jeep.

"What?"

"Nothin'."

Jubilee punched him in the shoulder and gave him a look. "Tell me."

Logan shrugged, then said sort of nonchalantly, "reviewed the security tapes from last night."

'Shit! He saw me go to Remy's room last night.' Jubilee knew she was in for it this time. Everytime Logan got wind of Jubilee's love life, he pried. 'Wait, Remy is part of my love life now? Oh, boy.'

"Yeah, so?" Jubilee tried to act unaffected or maybe even innocent.

Logan turned to her, an eyebrow raised, his expression telling her that she was fooling no one with that act.

"What?"

"Jubes, don't play all innocent with me."

Jubilee sighed and nodded. "Yeah, so Remy and me had a conversation last night. That doesn't mean anything."

"What happened?"

"Oh, geez. I don't know what happened. I went there to welcome him back and suddenly my visit became...something else," she told him, but looking at his expression made her wish she had never said anything at all.

"What do ya mean 'somethin' else'?"

Jubilee realized he misunderstood her. He thought they had slept together or that Remy forced himself on her or something to either effect. "No, no, Wolvie. It's not like that, that's not what I meant."

"Well, then what did ya mean?" He was staring intently into her, trying to see if she was lying to him. She had done that in the past, lied to protect someone else from getting hurt, but this time she was being truthful.

"Just that I realized I might not have gone to his room for a little 'friendly' conversation," she replied, but figured she had more explaining to do when he didn't take his intense gaze away from her. "Come on, Logan, you must have known I sorta had a thing for Remy."

"Yeah, I knew, but I didn't think ya go off and try and seduce the man, Jubes," he said, running a hand through his dark hair, a troubled expression on his face.

"Seduce? I didn't try and seduce anyone and that includes Remy, Logan."

"What would ya call it then?"

Jubilee frowned. She didn't owe him or anyone else an explanation for her actions. In fact, he would never have known about her trip to Remy's room, if he hadn't been so obsessive about reviewing surveillance tapes every morning. Seemed to her that he was prying into the personal lives of his teammates and she didn't like it one bit.

"It's none of your business anyway, Logan. Why don't you butt out of my personal life and concentrate on your own?" Jubilee retorted, then turned to walk out of the garage.

"Hey! Don't turn yer back on me, young lady!"

Jubilee swung around and stared him down. "I'm not your kid so don't go acting like you're my father. You don't have any rights over me dammit!"

"The hell I don't, Jubilee! It's my job to make sure you don't go gettin' into trouble and ya sure as hell ain't makin' my job any easier by goin' out and seducin' a man twice your age," he growled at her.

"Damn you! You don't have any right to babysit me. I am a grown woman or haven't you noticed?" She yelled at him. "Yeah, that's right, Logan, I have breasts now. See?" She pointed to her chest.

"Hell!" He turned away from her.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Jubilee stalked out of the garage leaving Logan muttering obscenities and throwing tools.