Forgiveness

I finally got what you meant by the things like this

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Chapter: 14

Remy let his head collapse into a pillow as he let out a long sigh.

How could they have done that to Rogue?

Flash back

He watched anxiously as Betsy closed her eyes in concentration.

It couldn't be Rogue! She didn't even know half of what was going on in her life let alone be in some conspiracy with Sinister.

Sinister. The name sent tremors down his spine. It all happened a lil while after Magneto abandoned them.

The last thing Remy had remembered was closing his eyes to take a lil nap. John was off chasing after Amara and Piotr was looking for his family in Russia.

It was silent through out the base, something that Remy had never heard.

He relished it.

Remy slowly drifted off into a quiet slumber.

When he woke up he would wish he hadn't.

It seemed like centuries of misery and pain before Piotr and John had rescued him.

Remy couldn't remember much of the events that took place but he remembered hearing the cries of innocent mutants being tested on, he saw bodies exploding, lil children screaming for their mothers.

Remy could do nothing but watch the horrors in front of him.

When his friends had saved him they said he was like a crazy fool even John was a little frightened of him.

Slowly he gained himself back. Piotr and John never talked about what they had seen when they had rescued him. Maybe it had all been a hallucination, from the meds he had been on.

One thing he remembered ever so clearly was Sinister's face examining him with an evil grin.

He was a madman and he had to be stopped.

That's why Remy had gone through with this mission. He had to make sure that man was dead even if he had to do it with his own two hands.

Remy focused back on what was going on with Rogue they were still in the same positions as they were before Rogue waiting impatiently for an answer. She rolled her eyes then closed them and after a little while Remy thought she had fell asleep.

It was when he felt this pull. It was more then just the gentle tug he felt when a phycic was trying to enter his mind, it was a full throttle pull. He tried to pull back but he couldn't all her could do was lean his body against the wall a few seconds after that his whole mind went blank.

When he reopened his eyes he saw what could be heaven.

I was so beautiful the skies were smeared with a sunset of oranges and red and yellows.

The trees were full grown elms with a healthy green hew to them.

The field stretched for miles yet there were no strips that were bare. The entire field was filled with dancing stems of wild flowers just in bloom.

But it was what was standing amongst the flowers that made Remy think he was in heaven.

There admiring the sunset stood Rogue in a flowing white cotton dress that played in the gentle wind, sometimes catching upon her ankles.

Her hair was longer, and holding much more of a curl then it normally did, Mon dieu he longed to run his fingers through it. Her hair then was blown to one side to reveal her petite angelic face. Her skin the color of pearl looked so tempting, and yet it was a different kind of tempt.

It wasn't one in which he wanted to rip off all her clothes and take her were she stood (even though half of him ached to do just that), but this tempt stopped him from doing that, this tempt made him just want to hold her in his arms away from the world, hold her here in this heaven forever.

Her glowing green eyes seemed to scan the field while a gentle smile traced her pouted lips.

Then something caught his eye. A flash of a picture danced it's way across the night sky, and then another across the field of flowers. This one he could sort of make out it was of Blackflame grinning evilly up at Derek who held her in his arms, but before he could see the rest it slipped away from Remy sight.

Where was he?

He turned his attention back to Rogue and was about to ask where this beautiful place was, when she closed her eyes and the surroundings seemed to fade away.

Rogue and himself stood exactly as they were, it was the setting that seemed to be molded.

It became darker and the sweet smells that had fragranced the scenery disappeared.

Remy opened his eyes to find he was in a cave or at least that's what he guessed it was. Rogue squinted at the setting before her, a line of worry seemed to appear on her brow and she slowly walked into the darkness that seemed to be hovering in every corner.

Remy followed the thin line of her shadow that was barely visible in the dim light. This was strange for Remy usually he had quite good eyesight in the night whether it was because of his mutation or an inheritance from a distant relative he wasn't sure but really he didn't care. It gave him an advantage and he lived his life with it. Now he felt crippled. It's like living your life with training wheels always on your bike and then have them disappear suddenly with out warning.

Finally after what seemed like hours for Remy they reached the mouth of the cave.

He watched as Rogue crouched down behind a stalagmite(A/n I know they might be called something else but you know what I mean so deal with it.)Remy followed what she did and tried to tap on her shoulder but to his shock his hand went right through. He waved his arm through her a couple of times to make sure this was actually happening. It was! What on earth was going on?

Rogue mouth fell open in shock and Remy's eyes followed where her eyes led to find his mouth falling open as well.

There in the middle of the room stood Betsy she was looking into what look like something out of a bad Sci fi flic. It was like what did they call them… portals that's it. It was a gorgeous green like the color of Rogue's eyes. In the portal a scene played before them Xavier and Mirage were talking but before Remy could strain his ear to here what they're conversation was about Rogue let out a cry, again Remy followed her eyesight and what he saw horrified him.

It was Rogue, his Rogue, bloodied to a pulp, her whole old unform hanging like rags on her body. But it was the eyes that really got him.

They were- there's no other way to explain it but dead. The sparkling he oh so loved were dulled to a greenish grey they held no joy no excitement no determination no FIRE. With out these things she wasn't the person that Remy knew and loved. She was so…dead, yes dead was the only word those were the eyes of a dead person.

Before he could put anything of what was going on together he was violently shoved from this place everything was a blur and then his eyes opened again and he was back in the Planning Room with every one else.

Rogue sat in the chair in front of Betsy, not battered or bloody but perfectly as he left her.

Yes it was all a dream, a very strange dream. Remy had to get out of here before he started going crazy.

Rogue's eyes snapped open and she her body gave a sudden jerk. She was breathing heavy and stared in astonishment at Betsy who seemed to be avoiding her gaze.

"Wha-what happened? She screamed at Betsy.

No it couldn't be true could it?

"Wh-what was that-who was-?" Rogue was cut off quickly by Betsy.

"Rogue calm down."

It really did happen.

All of it the blood, the memories, then that meant that he had been in Rogue's mind but how?

And what he saw…was it true.

It must have been when she had lost control.

And he hadn't been there to help her.

Oh stop sendin' yo'self on a guilt trip yeh were down in new O'leans. You didn' ave a clue as to what was goin down at da institute.

But the sick feeling in his stomach didn't go away.

Rogue's face kept coming into view.

Her dead eyes.

End Flash back

Even now he was haunted by those eyes.

'Eyes are a window to ones soul' as some dead guy said, in this case Remy had a feeling that dead guy was right.

Remy sat up and decided then and there that if Betsy didn't break it to her and Xavier didn't break it to her, then he would.

He walked through the halls of the MPRS like he was walking to a funeral.

Dieu he didn't want it to be him that had to tell her the truth but after seeing Rogue in her mind after witnessing her true beauty her soul beauty he couldn't go on lying to her.

He was so immersed in his thoughts that he bumped straight into someone knocking them over.

Sprawled on the floor was a worn out looking Betsy.

"Oh bonne madam." He said politely offering her a hand up which she gladly took.

"thank yeh boy." She said her voice sounded strained and she was shaking her head.

"Are yeh okay femme?" She finally seemed to acknowledge him with a smile and a flash of her violet eyes.

"I'm afraid Rogue was a lil angry wit meh. I need to go talk with her but it looks like the MPRS rearranged things while I was gone yeh wouldn't happen to know where her room might be would yeh?"

"Oui mademoiselle, Remy was jus' headed there himself."

"Really?" Betsy raised a speculative eyebrow. "And why is a young lad off to seh the girl who's like my daughter, in her room, alone?"

"Remy just wanna talk mam." Remy said looking straight in her eyes. "Notin more, I assure yeh"

She gave him a devious grin and said "Oh I'm jus' kiddin wit yeh sonny, I have to get some chance to play the role as a cranky old mathar. By the way yeh spoke it like a saint."

Remy grinned back at her and offered her his arm. That was the first time he had ever been compaired to a saint, (well at least not counting sexual related comparisons.)

As they walked Betsy asked "And what by chance were you goin to speak to her about?

"Uumm just tings.." Remy said trying to keep his face blank. What would she think if he told her he was going to tell her the truth about her life would she try to stop him like everyone else?

"Really…" this topic seemed to have drawn her attention more then turn it. "What kind of things?"

"Oh Remy was just… going to see if she'd go out on a date with Remy." Wait what why'd he say- uhhhh dis lady needed teh stop pryin'. "If Remy can say such a thing in front your Motherness."

"What were yeh goin to talk the her about?" he asked turning the conversation her way.

"I was just…." She paused a minute then said "It's just girl talk."

"And what about?" He asked trying to fiend innocent curiosity.

"It's called 'girl talk for a reason, Slick." She answered.

Remy just nodded and noticed they were there.

"Here it is." he said gesturing at the door "Lady's first."

"Well that's mighty dandy of you boy" She responded and knocked on the door.

There was no answer, she knocked again.

Betsy sighed, then closed her eyes to concentrate only to open them a few seconds later with a worried look on her face.

"It looks like she's not there we better try looking elsewhere," She said then grinned. "I'll take the upper levels If you take the lower,"

Remy returned her grin and said "alrighty dhen."

He started on his way down the hallway and didn't look back.

Once he reached the end of the hall he slightly tilted his head so he could see if Betsy was still there.

She wasn't.

He started back to Rogue's room in a quit manner making sure he didn't make a sound which was quite easy for him. Something told him that Rogue was in there, a something that Remy hoped was right. He laid his ear to the door and listened intently. He stood like that for five minutes in utter silence, he was about to give up when he heard a small rustle on the other side of the door.

His thieving past really paid off as he picked the lock on Rogue's door. He heard the almost inaudible click that he was waiting for and slowly ever so slowly he turned the knob.

Remy winced as he slid the door opened a centimeter he could already hear Rogue's screaming voice in his ear and feel the bruise he knew she she'd inflict upon him.

But he had to tell her….wait what was it he had to tell her? ..remember.

Something about….truth…he couldn't –a date that was it he was going to ask her on a date.

When nothing happened, he slid the door open a little more so he could peer inside.

He saw a queen sized bed with a white comforter and sheets. There was a small white whicker table next to her bed with a lamp on it and a miniature amethyst colored vase that held a single small violet.

Her walls were painted a sea green and sponged white. There was one small painting on the wall, of a small petite woman walking through the sand at the beach, footprints trailing behind her.

But Rogue was no where in sight.

He opened the door a little wider and still not seeing any Rogue he stepped inside closing the door behind him.

Now he could see the rest of her room.

She had a large wooden wardrobe in the corner and then a desk on one of the other sides.

On the desk was a small lamp and some papers.

It was mostly general.

But the thing that caught Remy's eye was a small framed photo.

He stepped up to the desk and picked it up carefully.

In it was a grinning Rogue, Garret, Mirage, Betsy, Alex, Gravitate, Derek and Blackflame. They all looked so happy their arms around each other and Betsy and Alex making weird faces. Garret was placing a kiss on Rogue's cheek and she was trying to pull away playfully(which did make Remy pissed but he reminded himself that they weren't together any more) Derek's arm was around BlackFlame and she was pulled tightly to his side. They all stood behind a table on it sat small but decorative birthday cake lit with candles. Rogue sat in the middle, center of attention, she wasn't looking at the camera or Garret but at her birthday cake smiling like a child.

"How the hell did yeh get in hahr?"

Remy jumped and dropped the picture in surprise it crashed to the floor the frame smashing to pieces. Merde! He quickly bent to pick it up but hit head with Rogue who had jumped to try and catch it.

"Aïe!" Remy exclaimed as they fell away from each other. "Qui va laisser une marque"

That's when he finally looked at Rogue.

She was wrapped in a towel that showed off the curves of her breasts and stopped just above her knees. Her hair was hanging in wet clumps, a small lock clinging too her lips.

Remy's jaw dropped and he forgot all about the picture, he was getting hot, and it didn't have anything to do with the temperature.

She dropped her eyes and stood up immediately feeling self conscious, but she still had enough in her to send him a death glare.

That seemed to snap him out of it and started to collect the bits of broken frame and the picture once he was done stood up and set the pieces on her desk.

His eyes tried not to look at her. He saw behind her a door, must be the bathroom, how could he have missed that?

"What the hell are yeh doin' here?" She asked again.

This time he had to meet her eyes, he tried to keep them there instead of having them linger else where but he couldn't.

"I-Remy's sorry bout dat he just was g-gonna …" Remy swallowed hard. He couldn't stand it much longer.

"Spit out Cajun" Rogue said rolling her eyes

Remy forced his eyes to look up into Rogue's, but that was a huge mistake for that's what broke him.

Those sparkling emeralds full of life. They reminded him of something……

The thought was pushed away immediately.

Those eyes seemed to see his soul.

Before he knew what was happening he flew at her capturing her in his arms, his lips were on her's.

The taste of those pouted lush lips was intoxicating.

He threw all of his feelings he had for her, even ones he didn't know he had, into that kiss.

He ran his fingers through her wet hair not caring if he got a little damp in the process.

But the strange thing was that he had no feelings of having rush, like he had to bed her tonight.

He felt like he could just stay like this forever holding her in an innocent kiss.

Again this feeling reminded him of something, but he couldn't think of it, though he didn't try very hard it didn't seem all that important at the time.

But what if she doesn't have the same feelings as him, what if she was frightened right now what if…?

With that thought, sorrow filled his mind and he broke the kiss, pulling away quickly. His breath was rapid at first but then he managed to settle it.

Rogue's breathing was the same way she still had her eyes closed as if she didn't quite realize it was over.

He wished it wasn't.

Her eyes opened slowly as she stared at him in shock. Then something happened that ripped up any ideas Remy had for his future with Rogue, her eyes filled with tears.

Remy brought his gaze to the floor avoiding those eyes, he just couldn't bare them.

"I'll leave now I'm sorry for dat I-." Remy was cut off as Rogue threw her arms around him and crushed his lips with hers.

"Shut up stupid Swamp rat." she muttered on his lips.

He smiled, a true smile, wow it had been a while since he had one of those.

Finally after a while, they pulled apart their lips swollen from kissing.

They both just stood there in each others arms, staring in amazement into each others eyes.

It was clear they were both surprised by what had happened.

"Merde mah chere youhr one hell ov'a kisser." Remy said when he could find his voice again.

She grinned up at him.

"What chere ain't gonna tell Remy how good he is?"

She gave him a mischievous smirk then said "well Ah might have somethan' or tah too show yeh."

"Well why don' we do that-."

"Uh uh Cajun I wanna know what yeh doin in my room and how yeh got- neveh mind I know how yeh got in, but why?" She asked pulling out of his arms and crossing her arms over her chest (which Remy couldn't help but notice how well it showed of her cleavage) then she fixed him with a stern look.

"Well chere Remy just was wonderin' if yeh wanted to have dinner wit him tonight."

"Tonight!" She exclaimed a little surprised. Remy just nodded. "Well…" she looked down at the floor and then looked back up with a gleam in her eye, but the rest of her face was still stern

"okay swamp rat but just dinner and yeh bettah take meh somewhere good. Now scat ah gotta get ready." She said pushing him out the door.

"aaah can't Remy stay." He whined giving her a puppy dog look.

"No. Remy. Can. Not!" She answered and slammed the door in his face.

Remy grinned, dieu she wasn't like nobody he ever met.

"And don' you dare pick that lock again or else the dates off and your in for a beatin'!" She hollered through the door.

Nope there ain't anybody like Rogue.

Already dat chappies done Yeah Romy! Hope you enjoyed! C'ya

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