Work of Art
Chapter Six: Up All Night
By DamageCtrl

All Standard Disclaimers Apply: I do not own the X-Men or anything associated with it.

"Oh mah Gawd..." Rogue mumbled as her hand tightened around the door knob. "Yah really are stalking meh."

Remy frowned. He stood at her door step, an arm load of folders and papers in his arms as worn and paint stained jeans hung at his hips. He wore a dark colored shirt beneath the trench coat Rogue recognized he had been wearing when they first met at the museum. His hair fell wildly around his face in thick, soft clumps and unruly red eyes looked into hers without remorse. "Non, Remy was sent-"

Almost instantly, the door slammed in his face, leaving the Cajun man open mouthed in mid sentence. Rogue threw her body against the door and began fumbling with the locks.

"Go away, Cajun!" Rogue shouted as she tried to get the chain lock to work. "Ah'm busy!"

"Rogue, open up!" Remy said as he knocked on the door. He shifted the papers in her hands. "Rogue, dis isn't funny!"

"Ah ain't laughing, am Ah, sugah?" Rogue retorted. Satisfied with the chain lock and the dead bolt on, she slid away from the door and stared at it warily. "Ah can't talk! Ah...Ah have work ta do for the firm!"

"Remy knows, chere!" Remy sighed tiredly. "Dats what I'm here fo'!"

"It came ta mah attention that we wouldn't be working directly with each other!" Rogue shouted through the wooden door.

Outside, Remy rolled his eyes. "Chere, dis is getting ridiculous! Just open de door!"

"No!"

"Fine den," Remy shouted back. "I'll just leave dese papers Wanda sent over on y'r door step!" Rogue stiffened and narrowed her eyes.

Wanda... Rogue grit her teeth as she realized she'd been set up. "She is deader than dead..." she grumbled.

"Wanda called me and said she needed t' drop something off, but couldn't do it since she got a dinner reservation wid her hubby," Remy explained, rather loudly. "Said she was desperate and ran out of people t' call."

"And what?" Rogue spat out, still standing at arms length from the door. "Yah just rushed ta help a lady in need? Well, let meh tell yah something, sugah! Ah don't need yer help!"

"I knows dat!" he told her, exasperated from the hall. "But-"

"Just drop the papers on mah doorstep and leave! We ain't here ta talk!" Rogue demanded. "Yah done yer job! So get!"

Remy stared at the door, his glowing red eyes dulling slightly as he stepped back and took a deep breath. He looked down at the papers and placed them down on the welcome mat in front of Rogue's door. He raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the smiling happy face on the mat and the big words "Welcome" on it.

Welcome everyone but Remy... he thought ironically.

Inside her flat, Rogue heard the sound of papers being set up neatly at her door step and she waited with a held breath. "De files are here," Remy said, sounding tired. He paused as he stepped back. "Chere...'bout Crystal-"

"Ah said Ah ain't talking ta yah!" Rogue barked from within. Remy cringed and ran a hand nervously through his hair.

"Den don't talk and just listen," Remy frowned. "Crystal and I aren't dating. I watch her and Pietro's girl, Luna, sometimes, but we're just friends."

Rogue was closer to the door now, staring at the locks hesitantly. "Why should Ah care...?" she asked, just loud enough for him to hear.

Remy's head jerked up as he heard her voice. His heart began to race as he took it as a sign that she was still listening. "Wanda told me about what happened at de garden with Pietro." He grinned slightly as he heard her gasp from behind the door.

Rogue leaned against the door and rubbed her temples with her hands. She took a deep breath. "Listen, swamp rat," she said in a stern voice. "Ah'm sure yah'll are a really good guy. Wanda thinks the world of yah...but yah just ain't mah type."

Remy looked down at the floor silently. He took a deep breath and raised his head to look at the heavy door that had been slammed in his face. "Den what's y'r type, chere?"

A few moments of silence slipped between them. Rogue bit her lip and took a few shallow breaths. Honestly, she had no idea. It was just an excuse...something she told men to loose their attention. A small part of her was tugging at her heart. Did she really want to loose Remy's attention? When he ignored her, it hurt.

Slowly, Rogue turned around and began to unlock the door. Remy looked up as he heard the bolt being unlocked and the chain being pulled back. With each sound, his heart rate sky rocketed. The door knob slowly began to turn and he looked down to meet downcast green eyes.

Rogue leaned against the door frame, her face red and her eyes sunken. She swallowed nervously as she lifted her head and met his red eyes.

With a tired voice, she answered him. "It ain't yah, sugah..."

She waited for him to protest. To turn and leave. But he just stood there, staring down at her quietly. He made no effort to take that final step towards her and wrap his strong arms around her soft, curvy body. Rogue brought her eyes back down.

"I like y', chere...think y' might like me, too," he told her in a quieter voice. "Y' strong and smart...Remy respects dat...but if y' really want nothing t' do wid me...I'll respect y' wishes," He gave her a few seconds to mull over his words before he gave her a nod and turning around. "Bon nuit, chere."

Rogue took a sharp breath and knotted the fabric of her pants against her hands as her fists hung at her sides. She closed her eyes and lifted her head up to watch his body walk down the hall. "Yah said Ah didn't know anythang 'bout yah!" Rogue called out, stopping Remy in his tracks. "So Ah...Ah can't be sure, can Ah? Of what type of man yah are..."

Remy looked over his shoulder and gave her a curious look. "Dat an invitation, chere?"

Rogue's hand rose and instantly began playing with a few long locks of hair that feel haphazardly over her shoulder. She shrugged and looked away. "Ah think Ah got another bucket of Ben and Jerry's in the freezer..."

"So that's how yah know Wanda?" Rogue asked. She sat on her favorite leather arm chair while Remy reclined on the couch beside her. His trench coat hung over the back of the ouch as displaced shoes were pushed by the door. Rogue had curled up, her legs beneath her body as she held a half empty cup of cold coffee in her hands.

Remy chuckled and nodded as he looked back at her. She had a knit blanket around her shoulders and across his lap was checker patterned wool one that she had given him to keep him warm while they talked.

From the moment he had stepped into her apartment, Rogue had been on cloud nine. It started out rather awkward for her. She fumbled around the kitchen, never making eye contact, and talking rapidly. Remy had just leaned casually against the counter and grinned as he watched her scramble around the kitchen, randomly offering him food.

At one point, she offered him a bottle of soy sauce and that's when Remy decided to step in. Calmly, he told her to go into the living room and change the channel and watch some news. He'd make her some coffee. Rogue paused and looked at him strangely. He had laughed.

"Remy's not gonna rob y', chere!" he chuckled as he put his hands on her shoulders and gently lead her out of the kitchen. "What y' tink of me? A thief?"

Rogue wandered to the living room, fiddling with her fingers as she sat down and waited for him to appear. After ten minutes, Remy walked in with a tray of coffee and two spoons and Rogue's last bucket of ice cream. She blushed as she realized how sad her freezer must've looked like. She hadn't gone grocery shopping all week and all that was there was her ice cream.

Like a pro, Remy served her coffee, handed her a spoon, and her pint of ice cream. Rogue had been slightly annoyed that he made better coffee than she did.

"Y' went to LSU," Remy nodded as he looked glanced up at the mantle and noticed the diploma hanging on the wall. "Bonne school, chere...Remy's impressed."

Rogue blushed and smiled sheepishly. "Just wanted ta go back ta the south fo' a while..."

"An' y' over protective mere let y'?" Rogue laughed and shook her head. Whenever she finished telling others about her adoptive mother, everyone believed she was an overwhelming old battle ax that wouldn't let anything come between her and what she wanted.

"Mah aunt talked her inta it..." Rogue explained. "What 'bout yah?"

"Graduated from high school early," Remy shrugged as he stretched his arms back behind his head. "Den pere let Remy go t' Paris t' study art for a while."

Smart AND a world traveler... Rogue nodded. "What made yah want ta come back?"

"Missed de States," Remy shrugged. "Moved ta New York...dat got old..." Rogue chuckled. "Too fast fo' me...den moved back with mon famille..." he rolled his eyes. "Don't try t' move back wid y'r family after being away for years..."

"Already knew that, sugh...could barely stand momma when Ah stayed at her place," Rogue agreed. "Why'd yah move here?"

"Mon ami needed de help at his gallery...de one where Ol' Pete had his work," Remy said. "And it was different, but good."

Rogue nodded and put her mug down. As she lifted her head she winced as a small stream of light cut through the blinds and into her eye. Light? Rogue's eyes widened and she sat up straight in her chair. She looked towards the clock by the kitchen and her mouth dropped.

"It's past six in the morning!" she gasped.

"Oui," Remy said calmly. "Didn't y' notice, chere?"

"Ah haven't gotten a wink of sleep!" She exclaimed. Her eyes darted around the room and landed on Remy's amused smile. "And why are yah smiling? Yah haven't gotten any rest all night, either!"

"I'm used to staying up all night, chere. Don't worry about me." He said with a knowing wink. Rogue rolled her eyes and got up.

"How long have we been talking?" Rogue mumbled. "Gawd...it's all that coffee and ice cream..."

"Y' weren't complaining," Remy said. He followed Rogue with his eyes as she walked towards the sliding door by the kitchen and opened the vertical blinds. She groaned as she pressed her head against the cool glass. "Didn't y' enjoy y'r night with de swamp rat, chere?"

"Shut up, Cajun," Rogue grumbled. She looked out over the street and noticed the bright morning light peeking from across the bay. "Ah can't believe this..."

Chucking, Remy stood up and walked over. He held the wool blanket in his arms as he stopped behind her. She felt the warm cloth drape over her shoulders and she nearly jumped as Remy's capable arms wrapped around her. Against his chest, he could feel her heart racing and Remy gently nuzzled the side of her head.

"Get some rest den, Roguey..." he whispered in a low, hot voice. Rogue closed her eyes and nearly melted into a puddle as his warm breath caressed her ear.

"Ah...Ah'm not tired..." Rogue admitted. "All that dang coffee."

She felt a slight laugh resonate against his throat and she leaned slightly back. Remy obviously felt it as his arms tightened around her. "If y're not tired, chere...dis Cajun knows ways t' wear y' out."

Oh, Gawd...and he would, too... Rogue blushed furiously, but managed to let out a laugh to dismiss the idea. "Nice try, swamp rat...but yah better get back."

"In de cold?" Remy asked, almost sounding as if he were pouting. "Dat's cruel, chere...y' gonna send dis hot blooded Cajun out into da middle of a cold morning?"

"Yah don't have ta go home, but yah can't stay here," Rogue chuckled. She raised her hands and tightened the blanket around herself as she pulled away from Remy's embrace. "This is mah place and Ah pay the rent."

"If Remy makes y' breakfast, y'll let 'em stay?" Remy asked curiously as Rogue wandered into the kitchen.

"We'll see..." Rogue trailed off. "Depends how good yah are with breakfast..." Immediately, a sly grin crossed his face and Rogue rolled her eyes. "Seems that yah got plenty og experience cooking breakfast for women, swamp rat." She added. Rogue turned her head away quickly, surprised at how angry that remark sounded.

"No need t' be jealous, mon coeur," Remy assured her as he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I'll just cook for y' from now on."

Rogue giggled slightly and pulled away from him once more. "Ah like mah eggs over easy. So get cracking." Remy chuckled slightly and turned his head just as a soft, warm kiss was placed against his unshaven face. He turned around in time to watch Rogue saunter out of the kitchen and fall back on the couch.

"Mon Deiu..." Remy breathed as he grinned. "Remy gonna owe Wanda big..."

Rogue shifted around on her nice soft bed, a warm happy sensation flooding her as she woke up. A slight smile was on her lips as she stretched her arms up over her head and looked around. After a few moments, she frowned and looked at her clock.

It was around three in the afternoon. Immediately, she shot up from bed and looked around. "Remy?" she called out, unable to stop herself. She looked down at her bed. She had been sprawled out in the middle of it and it looked like she had been the only one sleeping on it.

She tossed her blankets off and slid her feet out on the floor. She looked down as she felt her fuzzy slippers waiting for her. Grinning, she slipped her feet in and walked out into the living area. She called him name reluctantly as she peeked out from the hall way.

The blinds that were by the sliding door were open and allowing the afternoon sunlight to flow lazily into her apartment. As she walked into the living room, she noticed that the blanket she had been wrapped in last night was folded neatly over the leather arm chair. The mugs, spoons, and empty bucket of ice cream had vanished from the coffee table and the magazines and remotes to various electronic devices were all organized neatly in their place.

Rogue walked into the kitchen and realized that he'd washed all her dishes as well as their mugs and spoons from the night before. He had even put them away. She shook her head as she walked into the dining room by the sliding door. Her eyes landed directly on the neatly prepared breakfast wrapped in saran wrap.

She raised an eyebrow. "How did he make waffles...?" She approached the table and found a folded note on the seat she was supposed to sit in. She picked it up and let out a laugh. "Ah was right about one thang...man's arrogant as hell."

On the folded piece of paper was Remy's cell and house number as well as instructions for her to call him after she ate to praise him on how amazing his breakfast was. She reached down over the table and unwrapped her food. She quickly microwaved them before grabbing some whipped cream for her waffles. After a few minutes, she stared down at her empty plates and frowned.

He cooked better than her, too.

Sighing, she reached over for the phone and dialed in the cell number, figuring it was her best bet. After about three rings, she was going to hang up when a man with a deep accent picked up the phone.

"Remy here." he stated quickly.

"Ah have ta hand it ta yah, swamp rat...yah cook a mean waffle." Rogue grinned as she leaned back against her chair.

A warm laugh echoed in her ears and Rogue flushed as she smiled. "Y' like? I'll cook y' dinner next."

"Sounds good," Rogue agreed calmly. Inside, she was giddy. "Ah expect the same quality as breakfast."

"Dat means I'll have t' go shopping, chere," he told her amused. "Don't know if y' realize it, but y' got no food."

Rogue rolled her eyes. "For yer information, Ah have yet to go grocery shopping this week." she snorted proudly.

"Whatever y' say," Remy grinned as he took his cell phone out of where it was charging on his kitchen counter to the spare room of his apartment, where he did the majority of his work. "When y' free?"

Rogue thought for a moment and grinned. "Ah'm free tonight."

Back at his apartment, Remy raised an eyebrow. "Already? Mon Dieu, y' work quick dere, mon chere."

"Don't flatter yerself," Rogue told him coolly. "Ah just don't feel like eating out tonight and, as yah so subtly put it, Ah ain't got no food."

Remy laughed once more and agreed. "Den Remy betta get goin', non? Be dere soon."

Rogue was about to hang up, but she paused. "Hey, swamp rat, did yah even lock mah door when yah left? And what time did yah leave? Ah didn't even hear yah."

"Left around nine, chere," Remy answered. "Y' were knocked out. Didn't have de heart t' wake y'...An I locked y' door. Can't let no thieves in widout y'r permission, non?"

"How'd yah lock mah door?" Rogue asked. She was already crossing her apartment to inspect her door.

"Dat, mon coeur, is a secret." he told her mysteriously. Rogue rolled her eyes. The door was indeed locked. She sighed and decided not to ask any more questions.

"Ah got paper work ta do, swamp rat. See yah soon?" Rogue asked as she walked back to the kitchen.

"Oui...don't miss Remy too much." She could almost seem him winking.

"Bye, Remy." She hung up her phone and walked over to the counter top where her stack of papers from work officially waited for her. She gathered it up in her arms and put it on the kitchen table. She narrowed her eyes at it menacingly. Less than twenty four hours ago, she had been more than happy to take on the task. Now she didn't even want to look at it.

Rather than dive straight into it, she put her dishes away and washed them. She stood by the stack once more and grimaced. A minute later, she was in the shower, happily washing her hair. After what seemed like forever, which turned out to only be thirty minutes, she slipped out of her steamy stall and dried herself off.

She stood in front of her closet, wrapped in a warm green, terry cloth robe with her hair in a towel turban. After fifteen minutes of shuffling through her clothes, she decided to screw it all and just wear jeans and a comfortable shirt. After all, Remy had just spent the night with her while she was wearing grubby sweats and a thin camisole.

She was walking out of her bedroom, her hair dangling out in front of her as she rubbed it with the towel to dry it. She tossed the damp towel over one of the breakfast bar stools and stood over the stack of work. She narrowed her eyes determinedly and sat down in front of it. Without hesitation, she opened the first folder.

"What the heck..." Rogue flipped through the first stack of papers. It was all the things she had already had. She had already read over them. Frowning, she moved that folder aside and opened the next one. It was the same thing. Rogue went through all of the folders until she opened the last folder, which had one piece of paper in it. There was bright yellow sticky note placed on top of the sheet.

Rogue -
See, I told you that there was something to go over. Read this, okay it with your signature, and tally up the price. It's $1,623 by the way. Have fun!
- Wanda.

Rogue stared down at the document and shook her head. She easily read the entirety of the short document and signed her name at the bottom. "When Ah get mah hands on yah, sugh..." Rogue grumbled threateningly as she closed the folder. She piled it with the others and pushed it aside.

She wandered to the living room and fell back on the couch. This was where she had last remembered laying before she fell asleep. She had laid back across the length of the couch, her body wrapped in a warm blanket that had the lingering scent of Remy. She snuggled against the folds of the couch and smiled thoughtfully.

He'd proven to be a rather excellent companion the night before. Aside from him steering her out of the kitchen when he first arrived and him wrapping his comforting arms around her that morning, he hadn't attempted to touch her in any way. He had kept his distance and kept her interested in their conversation.

They compared her Mississippi town to his New Orleans. Their families. She explained how Piotr knew her brother and they had a good laugh about how Kurt kept insisting on that restraining order. Remy had regaled her with tales of Paris and his time in New York. Rogue went over going to college at Cal with the girls he had met while at the gallery.

Rogue found herself really interested in how Remy knew Wanda and Pietro. Apparently, he once worked for their father while in New York and met them through Eric. At the time, Wanda was dating her future husband, but she and Remy hit it off well. She and her husband even stayed at his flat in Paris when they were honey mooning. It was surprising to find out that Pietro was dating an old friend of his and he had even gone to their wedding.

He didn't share all the details, but all he knew about their divorce was that Pietro initiated it. He shrugged and quickly changed topics. That had taken up the majority of the night, it seemed, and he never once gave a single hint of being bored or even just tired. Rogue shook her head and was partially surprised he wasn't sleeping when she called.

The door bell rang and Rogue looked up from where she was laying. She glanced over at the clock again. "That was quick..." she mumbled. She approached the door paused briefly by the hall mirror to fix her still damp hair before unlocking the door. She put on a bright smile and pulled it open. Immediately, her smile disappeared as she looked into puffy green eyes framed by thick shocks of red hair. "Jean?"

"It's Scott!" the tearful woman announced as she stood at Rogue's doorstep, a tissue in hand as a flushed, tear streaked face rose to meet Rogue's gaze. "He's cheating on me!"

Remy stood by the little Asian corner grocery store as he picked out some vegetables and put them in a plastic bag. "Hey, Remy! Whatcha doing here?"

He lifted his head up and saw one of the students from the art school he was mentoring wave from behind a stack of egg plants. "Hey, petite," he said with a happy smile. "Just doing some shopping."

"Don't you live a few blocks from here?" the young Chinese girl asked curiously.

"A...friend of mine asked Remy t' pick up some food," he told her with a grin. The girl's curious look turned into a knowing grin and Remy shook his head. "It ain't like dat, Jubes..."

"Sure..." Jubiliee assured him with a grin. She finished tying a small plastic bag and headed for the counter. "Don't break too many hearts, Rem!"

"Y' assuming t' much, petite!" he called out. He finished gathering the vegetables and got some peppers before heading to the counter to pay. As he paid the old woman the cash and thanked her, he heard someone exclaim loudly on a cellular phone.

"What? No, that can't be right!" A thin young woman was dressed warmly in a lavender pea coat and jeans on the corner, waiting for the walk light to come on. "Scott? Scott Summers?" Remy maintained a good distance away as the brunette nodded and listened to what someone was saying on the phone. "Yeah, of course, I'll come over! Did you want me to bring anything?"

After mumbling, she hung up and had a sad look on her face.

"Kitten?"

"It's Kitty!" she instantly replied. She whirled around and jerked her head back as she saw the man standing there casually, holding a bag of groceries in his hands. "What are you doing here?" She quickly gasped before Remy could answer. "OhmiGod! You're stalking Rogue?"

Remy resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Why does everyone think Remy's stalkin' Roguey?" he mumbled with a frown.

"Well, I highly doubt you were just in a stroll through the neighborhood." Kitty frowned back.

"I was grocery shoppin," he stated coolly as he lifted up the plastic bag in his arms. "And was invited here."

"By whom?" Kitty said as she crossed her arms and looked at him warily.

"Rogue."

"..." Kitty paused for a moment and took a step back. "Oh, God you're delusional."

"Fine, y'll see when we get dere." Remy told her.

Kitty snorted and shook her head. "Right...like I'd let you follow me to Rogue's place."

"Petite, y' can follow ME to ROGUE's," he said confidently. The crossing light went on and Remy walked past her calmly. Still hesitant, Kitty followed him. She kept her brown eyes on him at all times as he walked up the street and stopped in front of a building. He walked into the main foyer and then walked three flights of stairs to Rogue's flat.

Once there, he looked at Kitty, as if to ask her if she were satisfied. "Okay, so you know her apartment," Kitty told him. "But all stalkers do."

"Oh, mon Deiu..." Remy sighed. He reached out and pressed the door bell. A few seconds later, the door open and Rogue's eyes widened.

"Remy, what are yah doing here?"

"I knew it!" Kitty exclaimed as she pointed at Remy. "You ARE stalking her!" She whipped out her phone and began to dial a number. "That's it! I'm calling Piotr!"

"No!" both Remy and Rogue shouted. Rogue's hand flew out and snapped Kitty's phone closed. Kitty looked up at her, confused, and Rogue shook her head. "Ah completely forgot..."

"Dere someting wrong, chere?" Remy asked, a slight frown on his face as his eyebrows furrowed. Rogue took a deep breath. She stepped aside and let Kitty in.

"Sugah, Ah'm gonna have ta cancel," Rogue told him softly. Before he could ask why, Rogue cut him off. "Mah friend really needs meh now an-"

"Who else is there?" Jean's distraught voice called out from the living room.

"Rogue's stalker!" Kitty replied loudly.

"I'm not stalkin' anyone!" Remy growled, frustrated. What has Rogue been telling everyone? Rogue sighed and gently put her hand over his chest.

"Ah'm sorry, sugh..." Rogue told him softly. "But now is a bad ti-"

"Let him in!" Jean demanded. "Maybe he can explain what's going on!" Rogue let out a groan.

"Chere, what's happening in dere?" Remy asked as he looked back at Rogue.

"Jean thinks her husband is cheating on her," Rogue sighed. "She came here sobbing after yah called. Ah completely forgot about din-"

The door flew open and Remy saw the red head he had seen at the gallery. She was sniffling as narrowed eyes looked at him. "Why are men such jerks?" she demanded bitterly.

"Sorry," Betsy gasped as she appeared behind Jean and took her arm. "She got away from me..." She glanced over at Remy and then drifted her eyes over to Rogue. Her eye brows rose and she looked back at Remy with a grin. "Remy...pleasure to see you again."

"You didn't answer my question!" Jean snapped.

"Jeannie, calm down-" Rogue began as she turned to her friend worriedly. She had obviously had more than a few drinks from the left over wine in Rogue's fridge. Rogue tried to turn her around and send her back into the apartment, but Remy stopped her.

"Jean, is it?" Remy asked, making eye contact with the angry and frustrated red head. Jean nodded. "De homme...y' husband...he probably didn't mean t' hurt y'. If he did, he's crazy. Simple as dat. No man should ever hurt his loved ones purposely."

"That's what I said!" Jean exclaimed.

Remy turned to Rogue and slipped the bags of groceries in her hands. "We'll reschedule, chere," he whispered in her ear as he kissed the side of her head quickly. "Take care of y'r ami, oui?"

Rogue nodded and thanked him quietly and turned him around. He walked down the hall and Rogue turned to look at her friends. Jean was still sniffling. "Why did he come over?" she asked in a sad voice.

"He was gonna-" Rogue trailed off as three sets of eyes looked at her. She cleared her throat. "Ah asked him ta pick up some groceries for meh..." She was about to close the door, when someone stopped it. Rogue turned around, expecting to see Remy, but instead saw a familiar man with sun glasses on. He had a messy, worn look on his face as he ran into the door and tried to get inside.

"Jean?" he called out desperately.

Immediately, the red head let out a sob as she flung herself into apartment and Kitty went after her. Rogue instantly held the door back from opening further, in order to keep Jean's husband from entering.

"Scott, what the hell are you doing here?" Betsy growled as she squeezed herself next to Rogue and the door, blocking Scott from barging in.

"Let me in! I need to talk to my wife!" he insisted loudly.

"She doesn't want ta talk ta yah right now!" Rogue said as and Betsy held their ground. Scott was pushing against the door, trying to get in.

"Jean! Jean, let me explain!" Scott called into the apartment.

"Go away!" Jean screamed from within.

"Jean, please! Rogue! Betsy! Let me through!" Scott pleaded.

"She doesn't want to talk to you, Scott!" Betsy hissed. "How the bloody hell did you find out where she was?"

"Where else would she go?" Scott retorted, as if it were so obvious. "I need to talk to Jean! This doesn't concern any of you!"

"Leave me alone, Scott!" Jean yelled painfully as she slumped over on the couch. Kitty sat next to her and gently comforted her.

"She doesn't want to see you! Just leave!" Kitty shouted.

Scott ignored their protests as he pounded against the door and tried to look inside. "We need to talk!"

"Yah need to get the hell out of mah apartment building!" Rogue growled. Scott pulled back and was about to throw himself against the door and knock down the two women that were holding him back, when an arm reached out and grabbed his shoulder. Scott was whirled around and the two women felt the door slam close as Scott was pulled away.

Out in the hall, Scott stood in front of a tall, trench coat dressed man. Dark red eyes glowered at him as Scott glared back.

Remy's voice was low and dangerous. "De lady asked y' ta leave."

A.N. - Well, all is well with Remy and Rogue now. But what of Jean and Scott? Thanks for reading!