REUNIONS

It had been a few days since the incident with Remy in the woods, but Rogue couldn't keep her mind off of him. She did want to be with him, but she couldn't play sides like that, it was too much. Every night she kept the card that he gave her underneath her pillow, and everyday it was on her, whether it was tucked in her boot or her back pocket, it was always there.

Remy on the other hand, was trying not to be a complete mess. He was actually turned down flat by someone of the opposite sex. This was not something he was used to at all, in fact, before her, no girl ever did that to him. And it was done by the one who mattered the most. He couldn't see himself as an X-man. Remy just wasn't the type. 'Dey probably turn Remy in if he ever snuck out and go thievin' or somethin'.' He thought bitterly. 'What is wit dis femme? Why she got such a hold on ya Remy? How stupid could ya be ta fall fer a femme? Bad 'nough, but dis one. She always hot or cold, nuttin' else.' He sighed none the less, knowing he had made his decision.

Rogue heard a knock at her door, so she quietly stood up and went to see who it was. She was completely astonished to see a smirking cajun leaning in her doorway.

"What?" she asked herself under her breath. He held out his uniform and showed her.

"Remy be an X-man now, oui." he told her plainly. She backed up completely in shock. So he walked in and closed the door behind him staring at her intently.

"Quoi?" she was so confused. He had blatantly pointed out a few days ago that he wouldn't do this.

"Really?" she was barely able to get it out.

"Oui. Dat what ya wanted non." he asked her playfully. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

He looked over her, studying every movement, every curve.

"Dat de way ta welcome ya husband home?" then he wiggled his eyebrows at her. She couldn't help but laugh, long and hard. He walked around her room studying it in every detail, as he placed his uniform on a chair, along with his trenchcoat. Then he went and sat next to her on the bed. He didn't even give her a moment to object, merely taking her into his arms and kissing her.

–NEW ORLEANS–

Belle had just woken up a few hours ago, not remembering anything, not even her own name. She was sitting down in her room when a blue woman with red hair walked in silently.

"Who are ya and what do ya want?"

"I hear that you lost your memory. Such a pity."

"What's it ta ya?"

"I know the person who did this to you."

FINI

Sorry, but that's all folks. Left it open for a sequel, well, maybe. No promises though. Any reviews are still very welcome. Thanks for everybody who has though, it really helped keep me going with this. Didn't really expect everyone to enjoy it as much as they did. It was really fun to write.