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AFTERMATH

Remy was wondering the grounds, still trying to clear his mind of the mess he had went through a few hours ago. Clearing his mind didn't seem to be an option that he was able to do as he had already smoked half a pack of cigarettes in the process, so he opted for going inside and eating something. He wasn't exactly expecting to run into her so quickly, in fact, at this point he might of went somewhere else if he had been paying attention. It's not that he was scared of her, right now, but that he was still the one person in the mansion that seemed to not understand the full story. Although he didn't really think anybody knew the full story except for the woman in the refrigerator with her back to him. She had so many secrets, and she really didn't seem to trust much of anyone. Through it all, he couldn't help but stop and stare. If he would have been thinking straight he would have still been able to sneak away without her noticing, or so he thought. Without even turning around, she asked him, "Ya gonna stand there and gawk all day, or ya gonna help meh?"

"What'cha need help wit chere?" he asked her in a low, husky voice, refusing to show her that she had got to him. But then she turned around, obviously showered and changed from how he had seen her hours ago.

"Do Ah have ta ask?" But he still had no clue as to what she was talking about. Noticing this, she sauntered over to him and whispered in his ear, "It isn't obvious enough for ya? There ain't nobody whose willin' ta give meh a drink in this house aftah what happened." He smirked that endless smirk as he stared into her endless pool of emerald eyes.

"But chere-" she cut him off by placing a gloved hand over his lips and shook her head.

"Ah ain't stupid, Ah know ya hidin' some somewhere, and Logan moved his stash. Ah ain't allowed ta leave the house. As soon as Ah try everybody heah will be on meh faster than ya could seduce a woman." After she pulled her hand away his smirk only grew.

"How long dat usually take chere?" She raised her eyebrow.

"Dream on sug, but if ya don't help meh-"

"Help you what Rogue?" She turned around just quick enough to notice Scott standing there in the doorway. She smiled at him.

"Just a lock Scott. Don't wanna break anothah one." she told him and batted her eyes at him. Then she grabbed Remy's arm and dragged him up to her room.

"Chere, Remy didn't think you would ever be dis forward."

"Knock it off swamp rat, ya know what Ah want!"

"Whatever da femme wishes." he told her as he took off his coat and proceeded to take off his shirt. But just as he was going to take the shirt off she stopped him.

"Don't play stupid with meh cajun. Aftah what Ah just went through, Ah need a drink. Ah know ya got somethin' round here. Bourbon or whatevah, Ah don't care. Get it for meh, or Ah throw ya out the window and call it an accident." He stood there looking as if he was thinking it over.

"Alright chere, but Remy don't think dat ya should be drinkin' alone."

"Ah could care less. Just get meh somethin'." He was surprised by her actions, but decided he would rather get in trouble with the rest of them rather than her. So Remy went to her door and opened it for her. But she stood there skeptically.

"Really? Ya gonna really do it?" He just looked at her expressionless.

"Oui." So she followed him to his room and locked the door. Remy went into the bathroom and opened the cabinet under the sink. Then he pulled a board up from inside of it. But Rogue couldn't stop smiling once she saw him pull a few bottles out. He closed the bathroom door and set the bottles on a table and just looked her over.

"What?"

"You not on any drugs dat da Beast give you, dat Remy gonna get in trouble for ya drinkin', are you chere?" She simply laughed.

"No. That ain't whay. Ah've done this more than once before, and it ain't 'cause of no drugs." Remy turned around and grabbed some glasses.

"What would ya like chere?" She plopped down on his bed happily.

"Ah don't care. Surprise meh." He walked over to her and handed her the glass. She sniffed it, before she tasted it. He heard her moan and had to take a second look. Rogue took the glass and downed it. Then she held it up for more.

"You got a problem chere?" he asked her as he refilled the glass.

"No, and can Ah have a cigarette?"

"Remy be under da assumption you didn't smoke." she looked up from her glass, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Don't care what ya think Remy, can ya quit asking all the stupid questions and give meh a cigarette." he made no move to get her one, just sat there staring at her as if he was going to figure her out that way.

"Look, Ah'll tell ya what's goin' on if'n ya give meh a cigarette." she told him seductively as she scooted closer towards him. Knowing that she wasn't drunk, and was definitely playing him for a cigarette, decided to go with gaining the information. He handed her a cigarette and lit it for her.

She inhaled deeply, relishing the moment before she exhaled.

"Carol screws thangs up when she does what she did and Ah have these...urges. They aren't mah own, their from the othah psyches. Everytime Ah touch a person and purposely drain them, a piece of them stays with meh. Sometimes Ah have their fears, their dreams, anythin'. So everybody either figures ta keep meh away from this stuff, or torture meh tryin'. Ah don't quite understand whay they think that their protectin' meh from their own urges."

"So da drinkin'?"

"This time was from Logan." his eyes lit up in the jealous thought that Logan had touched her. He couldn't help but wonder why Logan touched her and when.

"And da smokin'?" But she just shrugged at his question and smirked.

"Blame yaself." she told him sweetly. He smirked.

"Any other urges ya get from Remy chere?" but then she laughed. What surprised him the most was that it was whole-hearted. He couldn't help but enjoy it, he loved the way she laughed.

"In ya dreams sugah."

"Dreams can come true chere."

"Not in this house. A lot of them go the othah way."

"You drinkin' an awful lot."

"Whay, ya care? Don't worry, ya can't get meh drunk. It's impossible."

"Den what's the point?" she just shrugged.

"Ah dunno. Ah told ya, somebody else's urge."

"What is it wit Carol?" She looked at him in shock.

"Whay?"

"Just curious."

"She has her moments. She always wants control, wants ta make meh pay." she mumbled as she stared down into her glass.

"Pourquoi?"

"What do ya think ya gonna get out'ta meh?" He stood up and made his way over to her. She just stared at him as he sat down next to her. Remy lifted his hand to her face and pulled a lock of hair out of her face.

"Nothin' chere. Just want to understand why you so alone here. Why you so closed off? Why you hurt so much?"

"If ya knew Carol, ya probably be on their side too. She was the mighty Ms. Marvel, and because of meh, all they got in return was a lil' Rogue. Ah didn't come heah ta make friends Remy. Ah just came for a drink. So thanks for that." she told him as she put the glass on his night stand, but just as she was about to stand up, Remy caught her wrist. As soon as she turned her head to ask him what he thought he was doing he had crushed his lips upon hers.