A/N: +Cowers with hands over head+ Please don't kill me…
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Giving her hands a tight squeeze, Xavier closed his eyes in concentration. Entering a tumultuous state of mind was challenging. One disturbed by the trauma of an accident was difficult to say the least. The Astral Plane existed as a place of symbolism. Xavier had been able to help the couple in the past, and normally, Remy chose his home in New Orleans as his setting in the dream like world. Even though Rogue had never been there, and the Cajun had only been back occasionally over the years, it was the one place where he felt he could retreat in complete safety.

Arriving in the expansive manor, Xavier started to roam the halls. Things from Remy's past that made him feel shame or fear stayed behind the locked doors of the upper levels. Descending the stairs, he knew memories and emotions associated with family existed in each member's personal quarters. As he moved through the lower halls, his attention briefly focused on the richly colored floor to ceiling paintings depicting recollections Remy had of his time with Rogue.

Most people kept their memories scattered in random places throughout their mind, accessing one memory through the trigger of another. The gallery style organization only served to show exactly how much the couple really cared for one another. An unskilled telepath would begin his or her search in the most treasured memoirs, and therefore wander in and out of each picture with the thought that comfort could be found in a treasured memory. Xavier, however, knew exactly how the bonds of family affected the couple and that knowledge led him to the peaceful solace location.

Exiting the Antebellum Greek Revival estate, the Professor made his way across the vast lawns, following a stone path. As the neatly kept trail led him from the manor, the flat grassy area began to change as perfectly manicured shrubs and flowering magnolia trees lined the way. After just a short walk, the distinct stone slab pathway opened to a large set of black rod iron gates with accenting gold helms. Beyond the slightly ajar gates lay large greenery and several marble monoliths. At the back of the cemetery stood a red stone mausoleum with the moniker 'LeBeau' etched above the entrance. Sitting on a similar stone bench was a perfectly healthy looking representation of Remy. Rogue's image was projected standing behind him.

Even though the Professor never spoke a word to him, Remy knew the mental session had begun. Deciding that he was on his own in this balance between life and death, he stood, turning simultaneously with the action. He was barely facing around when a blurry white splashed brunette threw herself in his arms. A flood of light kisses mixed with salty tears showered his lips. Maybe he wasn't as alone as he thought.

"Remy!"

"Easy, chere. Y' know how I like it when y' jump me, but give me some warnin'."

"Ah'm sorry! Ah was so incredibly stupid-"

"-It's okay, p'tit. I know. Y' don' have t' say anyt'in'."

"No, Ah was a fool. An' ta make it worse Ah almost waited too long. Ah love ya. Ah always have an' always will."

"Remy must look worse off den he t'ought fo' y' t' be makin' confessions. T'ought he was th' one who had t' confess b'fore la Grand Mort."

A slight smirk graced his lips, though the sobering statement made Rogue stop her affectionate gestures. She did not appreciate his morose humor at the moment. Seeing her waning, Remy knew he had to be more serious with her concern. He watched her take in their surroundings as more tears sprung to her eyes.

"Why're ya here?"

"Don' know. Maybe y' jus' t'ought it seemed like th' right place t' be."

"No! Ya can't leave meh. Not now. Not that Ah…"

Remy pulled her tighter into his embrace. She buried her head under the crook of his neck, resting her cheek on his chest. There was no way he was about to point out that she had left him and chance ruining this last moment they had together. Deciding that consolation was the best course of action, he planted soft kisses on the top of her head while his fingers weaved a pattern through her hair.

"Shh. Shh. 'M not goin' anywhere, cheri."

"Ya don't know that. It's not like ya can stop if it's 'spose ta be."

What she said was entirely true. He could fight, kick, and scream all he wanted, but if it was time for him to be separated from her, there was nothing he could do to stop it. No matter how much pain it would cause, they both would have to accept that. His silence made her sob silently in his arms.

"Haven' heard yo' accent in a long time, p'tit."

"Ah haven't been this worried inna long time."

"Don' y' worry, now. We had a good run, non?"

"Please don't talk like that now. Ah don't know how much longer we have an' Ah don't wanna talk 'bout thah past. Just hold meh. Tell meh how much ya love meh."

"Y' know I do."

"Tell meh."

Remy pulled one of his hands from her hair and snaked it between them. Lifting her chin with his forefingers, he brought her face to face with him. It killed him to see those gorgeous minty orbs actually turn to pools before him. There was one last thing he had to do to make sure Rogue would never forget the depth his feelings ran for her.

"I loved y' from th' first moment I ever laid eyes on y'. Never truly loved any woman b'fore you an' I don' t'ink I will ever love anyone but you."

His hand had never left her chin, providing him with the perfect opportunity to slide it up just a little bit to cup the side of her face. As he was slipping his fingers into the hair at her temple, Remy closed the distance between their lips. The intensity of the kiss was bruising, but she wasn't about to back away from what could very well be their last. Rogue closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on the memory of the way his lips felt pressed against hers, how the tip of his tongue teased her gently so she would open her mouth to his exploration, the taste of his sweet kisses.

With her eyes closed she could smell the pure masculinity of him: the subtle, spicy musk colliding with the elegant, fresh vanilla. It reminded her of the earthy smelling sand from the small waterfall she used to play in as a child. The aroma of the falling water created by runoff from the Mississippi always held a special happiness and sense of security for her.

When she thought she had thoroughly memorized what she could sense without her eyes, Rogue let her lids raise just enough to look at him. Her pupils were dilated just like his, but the difference between them was the darkness his already possessed. The shadows of his eyes were like a distance galaxy burning red hot with starfire. Rogue had never met another with depths that even touched the distinction of his and she knew she never would.

Basking in the glory of their love, they each resigned themselves to the fact that their time was coming to a close. The cemetery around them started to fade into a brilliant crystal blizzard. As the light continued to creep closer to the lovers cheated of bliss, their embrace only grew tighter, as neither wanted to let go of the other. Rogue didn't know if she closed her eyes first or if Remy did, but the blinding glow became too intense and she could no longer fight it. The light overtook them both with such force that she started to pass out.

When Rogue felt as if enough of the luminosity had faded away, she tentatively opened her eyes. The lush greenery of the stone littered cemetery was replaced by the metallic walls of the nondescript Observation Room. The sunshine on the Astral Plane was now nothing more than the fluorescent blue of the overhead lighting. Instead of her love remaining next to her, the Professor resided in the space where Remy had been just a moment before. Panic started to rise in her chest as the final sensations on the Astral Plane started to flood back to her.

"Oh, gawd no! No, tell meh he's still alive. Tell meh Remy didn't just….he's not…"

Before Xavier could answer, the blinders on the observation window cleared and the door to the Med Lab whooshed open. Jean and Hank came out with somber looks on their faces. Not able to control the flow of emotions coursing through her, Rogue allowed a new wave of pain overtake her. She looked to the two physicians who only glanced at each other before looking away.

Neither could bare to divulge the status of the situation, but they knew their duty and that Remy's condition would have to be told. Jean stepped away to the comfort only Scott could give her. No longer able to control the sobs and tears she had been holding back, Rogue finally let go of her emotional control as Hank approached her. She rose to meet his eyes. Well, as close as she could get to his much taller stance. Kurt came to her side, pulling her into an embrace should she need a shoulder to cry on. As Hank spoke, the words were barely processed in her distraught mind. The truth hurt much more than she had expected.
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R/R: Okay, you've read it now, so why not be a Fix Feeder? Feeding the Fix makes me very happy, and you all know what happened to the happy writer? They wrote more:) So, to my Fix Feeders:

MJK: Yes, sadness abounds for a while. Don't feel bad for Rogue, she'll start feeling better soon! Hope the Astral Plane lived up to what you expected, but if it didn't there's a better part coming up. :) Thanks for Feeding the Fix!

Prexistence: I'm so glad I made your day. :) But I hope your fic starts working because it's another way I feed my fix. So, Rogue got to reach Remy. Was that enough, or did you need more closure? Well, don't worry about bad things happening to him. Rogue's in for much worse than he. You're right about if nothing bad happened, but for once, just once, can't there be a nice happy period? Wait a minute, what am I talking about? I'm complaining when I have no intention of writing plain, normal life anytime soon. Oh well. Thanks for Feeding the Fix!

ishandahalf: Yay! More happy thoughts for the sequel. :) Just promise me you won't kill me until the end, cause it's gonna get a lot worse before it gets better…And you have no idea how true 'poor Remy' is. How was the Astral Plane? If not, like I said before, it'll get better. Thanks for Feeding the Fix!