SHIT SHIT AND MORE SHIT! Sorry if you don't like bad words like the previous ones but I just can't STAND me having written absolutely NOTHING for over a month! Huffs in annoyance I like this story too. Oh well, hope you enjoy my next chapter.

Ps. I don't X-men Evolution, though I have downloaded some of the episodes…hehe…

Pss. When you see something like this, " words " That means it's a song. Ok?

Rogue was shocked at the face before her. She was expecting Remy's dad to appear, then to get an annoyed expression on his face or something. But she didn't expect Remy himself.

"R-R-Remy?" Rogue stuttered in shock, observing Remy with her mouth open. His red t-shirt and baggy jeans had huge rips in them and twigs and branches hung from them, his hair was ratty which also contained twigs, and he had sweat on his brow. But worst of all was that Rogue could see dry blood on his clothes and on his skin, some of it was even fresh. And she also saw more blood splattered on the walls. Remy looked at her in bewilderment at basically everything that happened in the last few seconds she supposed. But Rogue didn't notice how Remy was looking at her so much but how he and his surroundings looked.

'Here comes trouble sugah,' Rogue's little voice said, breaking the silence in Rogue's ora.

"Remy, what happened ta ya? And wahy is there so much moreh blood on the walls?" Rogue asked worriedly as she pushed past Remy inside the house and gesturing to the walls at her last few words. Remy's eyes suddenly widened in confusion and horror.

'How do da belle know dat dere b' blood on da walls b'fore?' Remy thought in panic.

'And anoda t'ing, how did she know where y' live?' Remy's little voice added the question to Remy's already horrified state. That question suggested she'd been here before meaning she knew about all the blood, and to compare from then to now.

"How do y' know dere b' blood on da walls chere?" Remy asked anyway, just in case his voice was leading him into a false sense of security.

"Ah came here ta tell ya dad where ya were yesterday," Rogue said offhandedly, still looking around the room she'd walked into. More wholes and dents, more smashed things (particularly glass) and more blood. What could be worse? Rogue turned to face Remy suddenly with a true face, or mask, of concern. "What happened ta ya last nahght?" For the first time Rogue saw Remy's expression only showed complete puzzlement.

"What do y' mean by dat chere?"

"Well, ah took ya ta the…hospital yesterday ta get ya fixed up, then ya disappeared that nahght. Where'd ya go?" Remy was loaded with so much information at once he wasn't sure if he got all of it. He just stared at Rogue blankly. Rogue sighed in frustration. This was going to be harder than she thought. "Yesterday ah found ya in the street stabbed, so ah brought ya back ta the hospital, the-"

"So DAT b' where Remy was?" Remy cut through Rogue, a face of realisation and questioning on his face. Rogue looked at him with her right eyebrow raised.

"Yeah…it was," Rogue said slowly, not seeming to get Remy's point for his comment, also hiding her guilt of what she said to hide up where he REALLY was.

"OH!" Remy seemed to sigh with relief. "Remy jus' t'ought 'e b' … somewhere else." He bowed his head, Rogue only just managing to see his eyes flickering around the room.

"Lahke where sugah?" Rogue asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. He merely flinched at her touch, and then looked away, to the walls instead. Rogue had a horrible thought, looking around the walls of Remy's house. She looked down at him again and said slowly, "Remy… are ya bein' abused?" Remy looked up at her quickly.

"Non, what make y' say dat chere?" Rogue just sighed and, unusually quickly, took her hand off his shoulder. He however didn't seem to notice.

"Everythin' really Remy. Ah mean the walls, the glass everywhere, and you yaself. Ah mean ya covered in blood and have twigs and branches all ova ya." An awkward pause preceded this with no answer. She started up again. "And ya not knowin' where ya were las' nahght and gettin' worried…ah mean it seems ta be that way." Another awkward pause, Rogue grounding her heel into the floor, which she realised was making a hole so she stopped.

"Um…would y' like anythin' chere?" Remy asked offhandedly, just to break the silence and change the subject.

"Water 'd be nahce sugah," Rogue replied, still standing awkwardly. Remy rushed off into the kitchen, saying nothing else.

'Wahy'd 'e change the subject lahke that?' Rogue asked herself mentally.

'Maybeh 'e jus' doesn' want ya ta know sugah,' her little voice told her.

Remy reached up into the cupboard and got out two glasses, and then reached into the fridge.

He was just about to grab out something when he said, "Y' can sit down if y' want y' know chere?" He listened to her feet walking over the floor and sit down on the sofa. Remy chuckled weakly, then proceeded to grab a glass vile out of the fridge, containing a dark blue bubbling liquid. Remy looked at it with complete hatred as he poured some into a glass. Steam emitted from it as it was poured and a strong smell filled his nostrils. He blocked his nose then, after a second of starring at it bubbling, skulled it down. He coughed once, then picked up the second glass and walked to the tap to pour some water into it. As he turned on the tap he coughed once or twice more.

'Merde, here it comes,' Remy thought as he coughed a few more times, spilling water from the glass he was pouring water into.

Rogue listened intently. "Are ya alrahght sugah?" she called out to him.

"Yeah, Remy's fine," Remy tried to manage through his fit of coughing. He turned off the tap and started to the living room to give Rogue her water. But another wave of coughs caught him. He coughed hard, shivering violently. The glass slipped from his hand and smashed on the tiles, the tiles cracking beneath it.

Rogue jumped from the sofa to get to the source of the commotion. She saw him, coughing, violently attempting to breath and clutching his throat. He shivered violently, his skin was pale, slowly turning blue and beads of sweat were on his brow. Then there was an abrupt choking like noise coming from him. Rogue's eyes widened in terror.

'He's chokin'!' She thought urgently. She ran up to him and rapped her arms around him from the back, then started pulling in hard. It worked as it seemed because something shot from his mouth. He suddenly fell quite limp in her arms and it took most of what she had to keep him upright.

Remy looked at the ground to see a blue shining like bug on the ground. It started to crawl away, but he couldn't let it escape. Remy abruptly stamped his foot at the ground to catch it. Remy sensed Rogue's confusion but right then he didn't seem to care. Finally, his foot squashed it, he rubbed his foot into the ground to make sure it never returned. It remained as a blue smear on the tiles. After staring at it for about 10 seconds Remy turned around to face Rogue.

"Sorry t' worry y' chere…" Remy began. "It mus' have b'n-"

"What was that…THING ya were chokin' on?" Rogue half yelled in panic, staring into Remy's eyes. He could sense Rogue was shocked and scared at what just happened.

"Um…well…" Remy was unsure what to tell her. He couldn't tell her too much or she'll know too much about him, and as she probably hardly trusted him, she would tell others what he told her. But what ever he would tell her would be dangerous for his reputation.

"Well?" Rogue said again. After Remy didn't reply Rogue looked down at the smear on the ground. She looked at it with putrid. "It seemed ta be lahke a bug or somethin'," Rogue decided.

"Probably was," Remy added to her statement. Rogue looked up at him with a confused expression. "Well dats what y' t'ought what it was chere, Remy was jus' agreein' wit' y'." Rogue just shook her head, sighed, then looked down at the blue smear that used to be somehow living.

"Oh, do y' still wan' dat water chere?" Remy asked, just realising she never got it.

"Yeah, that would be nahce ah suppose…" Rogue said after a second. Remy filled up two new glasses. Rogue was wondering what the second one was for as she received hers. She knew when Remy knelt down and tipped it on top of the smear. It washed away easily, like the coloured stuff last time she came. It clicked in her brain and gave off a spark of a million questions. She tried to prevent them from all exploding from her mouth at once as he walked off into a cupboard down the hall on her right. He came back with a cloth. With it he picked up the glass off the floor, chucked it in the bin then started wiping up the water on the floor.

"Ya pretty careless aren' ya?" Rogue said observing him only just wipe up the big puddle then through the cloth into the sink.

"Dat b' Remy chere." Rogue finished her glass of water and set the glass down on the bench. They just stood there for a few minutes, and then Remy looked up at the clock. "Merde, is dat da time? Remy bette' go practice." Just as Remy went to race down the hall, he turned to face Rogue.

"Y' can go if y' wan' chere." But Rogue followed, curious about what he meant by 'practice'.

"What ya play?" She asked him. He just shrugged off his last question and walked into a room. Rogue then stepped inside. There was very little furniture, the only pieces that you could see was a cupboard and a smallish chest of drawers. Then there was a mattress on the floor with the covers to the side all rolled up, the pillows scattered around the room with other bits of clothing and other unknown objects. At the back of the room was a large open window with a ledge, looking out over his backyard, and beyond that Bayville city. And in the corner on a stand stood…

"Electric guitar," Remy said, walking over to it. He picked it up off the stand and put the strap on around his shoulder. "M' frère gave it t' m' b'fore he left for his, job s'ppose." Remy looked at it while stroking it slowly. She didn't think this was strange as everyone did it, and she lived with a roommate with an obsession with her stuffed pink dragon. Also in primary school she used to play guitar. Though when she moved she couldn't bring it with her so she stopped playing.

"Cool, are y' good?" Rogue asked him.

"Yeah, b'n playin' f'r 'bout 2 years chere." Rogue raised her eyebrow, suspecting that he was lying. "What? Y' don' believe Remy chere?"

"No," Rogue said, all but sarcastically. Remy now raised his eyebrow, looking at Rogue smugly.

"Y' wan' m' t' prove it t' y' chere?" Remy threatened lightly.

"Ooooh, a performance huh? Ah lahke it, lets see what ya got sugah." Remy knelt down to his high stack of CDs. He flicked through them, every now and then looking at the back of the cover on one of them.

"What do y' lik' chere?" Remy asked.

"Whatever ya want swamp rat." Remy looked over to her with his eyebrow raised in question.

"Swamp rat?"

"Yeah," Rogue said, surprisingly excited. Remy just looked at her with a weird expression on his face, eyebrow still raised, then went back to choosing a CD. After a minute or two he finally picked one, placed it in the slot of the CD player, adjusted speakers and some settings on the amp board thing and then turned to face Rogue. He had a smirk on his face.

"Ready chere?" Remy asked, a hint of cockiness he just couldn't hide.

"When ya'r readahy swamp rat," Rogue shot smugly back at him. Remy adjusted a few strings on his guitar, seeing if they were in tune, then hit play on the CD player. As soon as he turned to face her again he was playing. She had to admit he was good, but there was more to come.

"Don't wanna be an American Idiot

Don't want a nation under the new media"

'American Idiot by Green Day huh?' Rogue thought to herself. 'Mus' be pretty good then.' Remy continued to play, singing along with the words as he played.

"Can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck American"

'How come ah can hear Remy's guitar as though the track doesn' have the guitar in the first place?'

"Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the Alienation
Where everything isn't mean to be okay"

'And ah thought there were two guitarists, how come ah can hear that from the track too?"

"Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones meant to follow
For that's enough to argue"

'Oh god gal stop questionin' it an' jus' listen,' Rogue's little voice shouted.

"Well maybe I am the faggot American
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda"

"Fahne fahne, sheesh whats wit' ya?' Rogue retaliated irritability.

"Noweverybody do the propaganda!
And sing along to the age of paranoia"

'Well, ya should be appreciatin' the music rather than makin' it seem unrealistic. Jus' listen and enjoy ya guy play.'

"Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay"

'MY GUY! What are ya talkin' bout?'

"Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones meant to follow
For that's enough to argue"

'Don' worry 'bout it, now jus' listen.'

'But...' Rogue thought desperately but she got no reply. So Rogue decided to take her little voices advice and just listen to the music and Remy's guitar. He played it so well. It reminded her of when she used to play. She lets the music wash over her, she was very tempted to dance to the music but seeing where she was she decided not to. She watched him play, his eyes were closed as he played. She noticed through the solo some of notes had changed, and he'd fiddled around with it a bit. She had to admit, though she didn't really want to, it sounded quite a bit better.

"Don't wanna be an American idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hysteria
Calling out to idiot America"

Rogue chuckled as Remy sang the words. She always liked insulting Americans in general, especially blondes. Lucky for her there were hardly any blonde recruits at the institute that she knew of.

"Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alienation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay"

Rogue saw a small smirk appear on Remy's lips as he said the last few lines.

"Television dreams of tomorrow
We're not the ones meant to follow
For that's enough to argue"

Rogue watched as Remy played the final notes of the song. However, just at the end, he trailed off not quite losing the note, and then slammed down on it again. Rogue clapped smugly, smirking.

"Very good swamp rat," She said as he walked up closer to her.

"Oh really chere?" Remy asked, sitting down very close to Rogue. She shot up hurriedly. Remy looked a little confused. He opened his mouth to say something when Rogue interrupted quickly, trying to sound smug.

"Ya stuffed it up though, oh well, guess ya can' play then." Remy got up slowly and walked up to her.

"What? But Remy did everythin' righ'," Remy said in a not so disappointed tone. Rogue felt extremely uncomfortable as Remy put his arms around her.

"Yeah well ya changed the guitar solo and the end too," Rogue said distractedly, pushing him off her. Remy was surprised at how strong she was.

"Whats wrong chere?" Remy asked again slyly, moving in again. Rogue slapped his arms away expertly.

"Ah'm…jus' claustrophobic, ah don' lahke people invadin' my personal space." Rogue said, starting to get an annoyed tone as she tried to walk away out the door. However, Remy grabbed her wrist.

"Y' seem t' have a strangely big personal space it seems chere," Remy said, his tone falsely wondering and curious. He smirked as he said it.

"Yeah, well ya know…past experiences," Rogue shock her wrist out of his grip, then walked faster down the hall. Remy walked to the door frame but Rogue was already at the sofa to pick up her bag.

She just reached out for the door-knob when Remy called to her, "Well, see y' t'morro' chere." Rogue whipped her head around in, was it panic.

"Remy mean' at school chere," Remy added hurriedly. Rogue sighed subconsciously. She then looked up at him once more with a relieved smile.

"Yeah, see ya t'morrow." Rogue then stepped out the door, Remy watched her form walk down the front lawn then to the concrete path outside. He then sighed, and stepped back into his room again. He looked around it.

'Dat b' a very confusin fille,' Remy thought to himself.

'Why are y' even takin' not'ce of dat?' Remy's little voice asked him. Remy walked to his window ledge and sat down on it, head lent against the frame as he looked out over Bayville.

'Remy don' know.'

YAY! I'VE FINALLY WRITTEN ANOTHER CHAPTER! Don't worry, the next one will be quicker. Well, at least I think so… Oh well I made this one about double as long to make up for the wait. Hope you enjoy it, I certainly enjoyed writing it. And I finally got Remy and Rogue in character at the end! Yayness!

And now for review responces:

WolvGambit Le Diable Blanc: I'm SO sorry for 2 things. Ones that it was a cliff hanger, I just didn't know what to add, but hey it turned out good didn't it? And two for updating it after TWO MONTHS! faints at knowing how long it actually was I swear I'll update quicker next time.

Ok that was sad I only got 1 review last chapter… Oh well, please review this chapter. I spent HOURS to write this people.

Hope to write soon,

Tigerfreako1