HEY EVERYONE! Sorry if that was too slow for you, I just had NO IDEA wot to continue on with. But know I do so that's good. Hope you enjoy it!
PS. I don't X-men Evolution.
Remy swung the door wide so Rogue could see him properly.
"Who do ya t'ink it is Chere?" Rogue eyes welled with tears which started to rapidly fall down her cheeks. She threw the sheets of her bed off herself and started running up to him, her left arm out-stretched. Remy felt like he was going to fly into the wall of the hall behind him when Rogue flung her arm around his neck. She worked her hand into his hair, tangling it between her fingers and she cried into his chest. He embraced her as well, stoking his fingers through her hair and stroking her back slowly. He put his chin on the top of Rogue's head, eyes closed, while she continued to cry into his chest.
"Ah thought ya were nevah gonna come," Rogue sobbed after a few minutes.
"Well, Remy's here now." Rogue looked up at him. He looked down at her. They stood there, staring into each others eyes what seemed like an age until Remy seemed to get a bit uncomfortable. Rogue sensed it and let go of his neck. She stared down at her feet for a little while, her left hand fiddling with the sling which held up her right arm. He watched her, just fiddling with the sling. He could see that she was nervous, even without his empathy.
"Well, um, do ya wanna sit down?" Rogue gestured to a chair near the window, placed in front of the bed. Remy made a smirk, but it didn't quite match his old sly one.
"Sure Chere." They both walked over to where the chair and bed was. Rogue went to pick up the sheets but Remy went down with her. "Remy can do it Chere."
"Oh, um, thanks Remy." The got onto the bed and rested down on her pillows. On the way from coming up and picking up the sheets, Remy looked in Rogues direction. This made it look as though he was trying to look down her dress. Rogue looked at him, then she smiled slyly and said, "Still a pervert are ya Cajun?" Remy looked up at her face and her sly smile. He put on his cocky Cajun grin.
"Not lately Chere." Remy flung the sheets over Rogue, and then went to sit down in the chair. "So what's b'n goin' on 'ere Chere?" And with that simple question, Rogue was off.
"Everyone has b'n goin' great! Ah mean, people have b'n havin' break-throughs with their powers." Remy raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Oh yeah, like what Chere?"
"Well, Kurt can now port further than only 2 miles radius now. Ah think it's 'bout 2.5 or somethin'. Ah know it's not much, but it's a start. And Kitty can make other objects phase through things without havin' ta touch it herself." Rogue paused. Remy sensed that she didn't really want to stay on the subject of others developing in their powers. Remy wanting her to feel better, he changed the subject.
"So, what's happenin' wid ol' Wolvie?"
Rogue bowed her head and said, "He's in surgery. When ah, well, there's a huge bent the metal which caused a crack in the skull." Remy shivered inwardly.
"Dat doesn' sound nice." Rogue snorted with slight laughter and made a slight smile.
"Nah it doesn't."
"So," Rogue said after a moment's silence, "what have ya been doin' lately Remy?" Remy froze in shock. He was afraid to answer this question. He didn't know the answer truly himself. He couldn't say 'not much' or Rogue would get upset about why he hadn't come to visit her.
"Err…" Remy said.
'What ya gonna tell 'er now Remy?' Remy's little voice asked slyly.
'Remy don' know.' Rogue tried to make eye contact with Remy but his eyes flickered all over the place. She grabbed his chin and forced it in her direction. He was forced to look into the emeralds everyone else called eyes. He couldn't help get lost in them, making him more lost and hopeless.
"Well Remy? Ya must 'ave b'n doin' somethin'."
"Remy has, um…" Remy looked down at the sling holding Rogue's right arm in. It was only then he actually noticed her hand. He gasped at shock to see it. "Merde Chere!"
"What? What is it Remy?" Rogue looked at Remy's horrified face. He pointed down at her right hand slowly, not saying anything. She looked down at it too.
"Oh rahght, that." Rogue let go of Remy's chin and looked away from his face. Remy looked at her to see tears welling up there again. Remy grabbed her chin and faced it towards him. She was looking down at him, the tears welling up in her eyes falling down her cheeks and onto her cheeks. "Ah didn' want it ta be lahke this," Rogue choked, shaking her head.
"Chere, its ok, y' can tell Remy." Rogue just closed her eyes and shook her head.
"No, no ah can't." She hid her right arm out of site.
"Yes y' can Chere."
"No ah can't"
"Chere y'll never know if y' don' show Remy." Rogue pulled up her knees to her chest and started rocking backwards and forwards slightly.
"No, ah can't show anyone. It's ugly."
Remy grabbed both of Rogue's shoulders firmly, wrenched her out of her ball position and said right in her face, "Y'll never know Chere if y' don' show me, I want t' make y' feel better." Rogue just stared at him in shock. For one thing, she'd never heard him sound so serious in a long time. And he had used first person. Tears rapidly fell from her cheeks as Remy's ruby-on-onyx eyes burned into hers. She finally looked away, not able to stand his gaze any longer.
"Fahne." Remy let go of Rogue's shoulders so she could sit upright again. She then, very slowly, pulled her right hand out of the sling and held it out in front of Remy. His eyes widened as he looked at it. "Look, ya see? It's ugly, ah'm a freak," Rogue sobbed as she brought both her face in both her hands.
Remy reached out and grabbed both her wrists, pulled them both away from her face and tried to make eye contact while saying, "No y' not Chere, it's ok." Rogue looked at him for a few seconds, and then flung her arms around his neck again, sobbing into his chest.
"Ah've had ta put up wid it all this tahme, and ya not comin' ta see meh." Remy felt guilty at her last few words. He embraced her as well, letting her sob into his chest. "Ah've had ta put up wid it all this tahme, and ya not comin' ta see meh." Remy felt guilt at her last few words. He embraced her as well, letting her sob into his chest. Her right hand felt weird on his back. It tickled him, and made shivers go up and down his spine. When she finally pulled away, she just looked at her right hand. It was mechanical. It was all silver and shiny, with little black sucker things on the end so she could pick up things. She bent her fingers around again, which made little mechanical and clinking noises.
"Why'd dey give y' dat Chere?" Remy asked Rogue, trying to make eye contact again. Rogue flicked her eyes to see his expression of worried curiosity.
"Well, apparently the professor and Forge put meh in surgery as soon as ah got ta the institute so they could connect up all my nerves ta the wires." Remy just stared at Rogue's mechanical hand, getting flashbacks of all the things that happened that day. Him at the air-port, the car-park, Damian, the pain, Rogue's break-through. They swirled faster and faster as he remembered them all. The rock over the telephone booth, Damian, Rogue with him, Wolverine. They rushed so fast through his mind that he started to sweat, knowing which came next. Rogue with the pole, Scott, Kitty, and then…. Remy clamped his eyes shut and breathed hard as he remembered the horrible memory. Rogue looked over at Remy to see him, face in hands and breathing hard. "Remy? What's wrong?" Remy couldn't help it. Hot tears started in his eyes and fell from his face into his hands. Rogue wrapped an arm around his shoulders and tried to look at him. "Remy? Are ya ok?" Remy tried as hard as he could but the tears kept rolling down his cheeks. "It's all Remy's fault."
"What?" Rogue grabbed his chin and wrenched it up, as much as he tried to resist. She had never seen him like this in her lifetime. Around his red-on-black eyes were red and puffy and trails of tears could be seen on his cheeks.
"It's all Remy's fault."
"About what?"
"Y' hand Chere." Rogue sat there, looking at Remy in shock.
"Oh come on," Rogue said, trying to be re-assuring, "It wasn't ya fault Remy-"
"Yes it was!" Remy said fiercely, wrenching out of Rogue's grasp, "Remy was da one who went off t' da air-port in da first place. And it was 'is fault dat 'e got hurt so badly and y' went off at Logan." Remy put his head in his hands again and more tears fell more rapidly. Rogue held Remy tight to her as tears started in her eyes too.
"No Remy, don' ever think its ya fault, cause its not."
"Yes it is, it's all Remy's-"
"No it isn't," Rogue choked out so forcefully Remy stopped crying for a few seconds and stared up at her.
"What?"
"It's not ya fault Remy, don' ever think it's ya fault. Ya had nothin' ta do with what happened ta mah hand." Remy looked up into her eyes to see the message she was trying to get across. And, somehow, he believed it.
"T'anks Chere." Rogue loosened her grip on him so she could get a good look at him.
"It's ok Remy." Rogue started leaning into him, eyes closed. He closed his eyes and leaned in as well. After a second, Remy flickered his eyes open into slits so he could see her. Through his empathy, he could sense her hesitate. Remy closed his eyes again and put on his sly grin, even though she couldn't see it. "Y' know, I ain't dat bad Chere?" Rogue chuckled and put on asmall sly grin aswell.
"Well neither am ah." And with that, their lips crashed down together, leaving them spell-bound in the room as the sun set on the horizon.
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