Work of Art
Chapter Twelve: Past Issues
By DamageCtrl
All Standard Disclaimers Apply: I do not own the X-Men or anything associated with it.
Just for a minute. Kurt's car will be fine, For the second time, Rogue began walking up the stairs to her apartment and froze. No, it won't. Ah should go park it properly! She whirled around and began to go down the stairs. No! Ah don't have time! Ah need ta talk ta Remy!
With that in mind, the young woman assured herself once more that Kurt's car would be fine crookedly parked in a meter spot outside her apartment. She put in a quarter, buying her fifteen minutes. Meaning, she now had merely ten minutes to find her papers from work, shuffle through them, and get Remy's address. Of course, there was only a small chance that his address was even there.
She would've called Wanda, but Wanda would make her explain. She could've called Remy, but no...she wanted to actually SEE him. She figured if she saw him first, she could tell him how she felt before he slammed the door in her face. Otherwise, she believed that he'd hang up or just block her calls. She took a deep breath and fumbled through her purse for her house keys.
Silently she prayed that Jean wasn't home. God, if she saw Jean, she'd burst into tears and go running into her arms in desperate need of some best friend comfort. She finally pulled out her keys, completely with the little keychain Kitty had gotten her from Las Vegas. It had a card with a Ace of Spade on it. Somehow, it made her groan.
A shaking hand rose and unlocked the door. It was dark inside. That meant that Jean was out, perhaps still shopping with Betsy. She didn't bother kicking off her shoes as she tossed her keys on the counter. She made a bee line for her desk, where papers were piled up neatly in a series of desk organizers. As she reached her desk, she flipped on the desk light and froze.
In the corner of her eyes, she saw them through the darkness and the dim light. Glowing red orbs were floating a few feet from her favorite leather arm chair. Her heart skipped a beat.
No... she told herself as she focused her eyes on the papers that she was about to pick up. Yah're dreaming, girl...No way in hell...
"Chere?"
Oh Gawd... Her hands tightened and clawed into her desk as the deep, masculine voice wafted across the room. She lowered her head, tangled and frizzy brown and white hair falling over her face, as she eyes rimmed with tears. Ah'm not ready, yet...Ah can't look at 'im...
"Rogue," his voice sounded desperate. Behind her she heard the movement of cloth and then one cautious foot step. "Rogue, I'm sorry."
Sorry? Her mind scoffed. Sugah, Ah'm the one that abandoned yah! Not the otha way around! She shook her head, but still refused to turn around.
"I should've told y'," he explained. Rogue felt her heart twist. He sounded hurt and scared. She knew how that sounded like. "But I didn't know what t' say, chere...I barely got t' know y'...I didn't wanna mess things up 'tween us wid my past..." Remy stared at her back, not daring to take another step forward. Rogue hands were gripping the edge of her desk tightly, her head was bowed down. When she didn't answer, he began to continue. "De... de fire...Dat was an accident, chere...I didn't mean t'. I live wid de thought every day of my life.
Rogue still didn't answer. Her eyes were clenched closed as she struggled to keep herself from crying. Crying because she hurt him. "Remy..." she whispered in a small voice.
"Let me explain!" he pleaded loudly as he took another step forward. "Please, chere, let me explain," he practically begged. Rogue gave a slight nod of her head and a small weight was lifted off of Remy's shoulders. "De truth is...I wasn't always an artist. Mon famille...we thieves," he heard her take in a sharp breath and winced. "I know it ain't right...but dats what we are. I went t' Paris to study art, oui, but for a more practical reason. I was an art thief."
Remy ran one hand through his messy hair as he looked at her, desperately wishing for her to turn around, so he could at least see her face and find out what she was thinking of him. But she didn't move from her spot. He decided to continue.
"I...I was hired by a wealthy business man t' steal a painting from an artist who didn't want t' sell," Remy explained. "Was offered a lot of money for my troubles...so I accepted. I was to follow de homme, break into his apartment, and get de painting. De homme...de homme didn't have a painting, chere. Just a normal businessman who just happen t' know someting he shouldn' know. I snuck in, disabled de security in de building...but when I realized dat dere was no painting, I was going to leave. I got down t' de back area, where I came in...dere were men dere, tampering wid de pipes. I yelled - dey weren't supposed t' be dere. Dats when they shot me."
He heard her gasp and he looked up. Rogue raised her hand slightly and clutched it to her chest. "Why...?" she barely got the word out as she irregular breaths struggled to become steady.
"Needed a scapegoat," Remy took another step forward, now just half way across the room from Rogue. He was still hesitant to come any closer. "Shot me in de shoulder...I fell and hit my head...when I woke up, dere was smoke everywhere. A man was in front of me, on de ground...dead...shot...I heard screaming. So I got up, ran to de door. De door was barred...couln't get out...
"I heard dem...screaming...crying...yelling. De heat of de fire...the smell...the smell of burning," Remy's eyes began to water as images flooded into his mind, bringing with them the stench and nightmarish screams of the dead. "De mothers...they were crying...praying t' God 'Quoi?' Why...why? All dose children...I tried t' help dem...I broke windows, trying t' get dem out, but it was too late...de smoke...de smoke was too much for de families...dey didn't make it...and somehow, I got out...It's not fair, Rogue. I should've died. I should've died dat night, not dem..."
She could hear him now, the pain laced in his voice. The guilt that ate away at his soul. She heard him choke slightly and realized he was fighting back his own demons. She turned around and her heart shattered.
He stood a few paces from him, arms limply at his side as clear tears rimmed his eyes. He looked like a mess... his clothes were wrinkled, his hair was more unruly than usual, and his face...was completely contorted, haunted with images of suffering he blamed himself for.
"If I didn't go dat night...If I just didn't turn off de alarm..." Remy began. "If I wasn't such a greedy bastard, den dose people would still be alive!"
"Remy, stop it!" She couldn't take it any more. His anguish, his guilt. It was overwhelming her. And now her own tears were falling down her face as she made her away across the room, arms out stretched. He made no move to step forward, merely opened his arms out as she slipped against him, her own arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her head against his chest. "Stop it! Stop it..." she murmured against the fine material of his sweater.
"I'm sorry, Rogue..." he told her weakly. "It's my fault...I'm sorry." His arms tightened around her waist as his head lowered and rested against her shoulder. Her hand rose through his hair and gently ran her fingers through his thick locks, trying to comfort him.
"Remy..." she whispered as she gently pulled herself back. Her hands slid forward and cupped his face in her hands. "Remy, listen to me..." She forced him to look down at her, trapping him in her eyes. "It's not yahr fault, sugah. It's not."
"Non-"
"No, yah listen!" Rogue insisted before he could continue. "Remy, yah were a pawn. Just like the man you were supposed ta steal from. Yah were used, sugah...it ain't yer fault. Remy...mah friend died in that fire...and Ah don't blame yah. Yah are NOT a murderer, Remy. Do yah understand meh? Yah are NOT a murderer..."
Remy just stared at her, a mixture of emotions going through him. He was shocked at her response. He had wanted to explain. He wanted to tell her himself what happened, so at least he had told her and not relied on word of mouth. He wanted to be honest with her. He had expected her to be angry with him. To despise him for getting involved with illegal activities and for selfishly taking a job that resulted in the death of her own friend.
Instead, he was caught up her embrace. A warm hand gently stroked the side of his face, as if memorizing all the contours and at the same time, to assure him that she was there. To comfort him. She didn't hate him. She was still there and she accepted him. He suddenly wondered why he would have even doubted her.
"I should've told y'." he said quietly.
"Ah should've waited for yah ta tell meh," she agreed softly. Her eyes watered up once more. "Remy, Ah'm sorry..."
"For what, chere?"
"For everything..." her voice was trembling and Remy pulled her tighter against him, cradling her head below his. "For mah mother...for making yah remember...for leaving yah. Ah'm sorry for hurting yah, Remy, Ah really am! Ah didn't mean ta-"
"Rogue...chere, non...don't apologize...Nothing t' apologize for," he assured her. "I had t' tell y', chere. I was going t' tell y' de truth about everyting. I have t'. Rogue..." Remy's hand rose and cupped her chin gently. He lifted her flushed, tear streaked face up to meet his. "I love y'."
Green eye widened and glistened in the dim light. "Remy..." she whispered breathlessly.
"Since de moment I saw y' in de museum, chere...I knew y' were special," Remy said as his hand slid down her face gently. Intent red eyes looked down at her, making her feel as if she were the only woman in the world. "I prayed, Rogue. I prayed harder den when I was taking my communion. I prayed dat y' wouldn't hate me...And I thought dat since I haven't lived a good life, God was punishing me when y' left dis afternoon. Now I think I did something right..."
Rogue was crying again, this time for different reasons. She lifted her hands and tried to wipe off the tears, feeling absolutely ridiculous for crying at a time like this.
"Ah fail ta see how anyone can hate yah, swamp rat..." she choked out. Remy smiled. "Lawrd knows Ah don't."
"I'm a thief, chere...widout a good past. Y' willing t' trust me?" he asked cautiously. Rogue nodded and lowered her hands from her puffy eyes.
"Of course Ah do...yah just blared yer soul ta meh, sugah, how could Ah not?" she smiled as she cupped his face in her hands again. He had such nice features, she was sure she could spend the entire day touching him. Everywhere. Slowly her smile faded and her hands loosened from his face.
Remy noticed immediately and gathered her hands in his. "Rogue? What's wrong?"
"Ah have ta tell yah something, too..." Rogue said in a quiet voice. She took a step back from him and Remy frowned. He didn't like it when she moved away. It usually meant bad things. "Remy...Ah love yah."
Dats it? He let out a slight chuckle and shook his head. "Dat's all, chere? Had me scared for a second dere.
"What do yah mean 'dat's all'?" she mimicked his accent and gave him a questioning look. "Aren't yah...yah know... angry?"
"Dat y' love me?" Remy's eyebrows shot up, having never expected that answer. "Why would I be mad? If a femme tells a homme dat dey love him, he should be honored! Rogue, it means de word ta dis homme dat y' love him..." He took that step forward and enveloped her in a strong, warm embrace once more. "Hearing dat from y'...makes me believe dat everytings gonna be okay..."
Kurt was right... a little voice in the back of Rogue's head sang. She smiled and nestled against his firm body. "Then Ah'll say it a thousand times, sugah...Ah love yah."
Raven stood in front of the mantle of her Sausalito home, rubbing her chin thoughtfully as she looked for a space to put up her future portrait of her daughter. She already had numerous pictures of both children, her, Irene, and her first husband - Kurt's father. Anyone who came after him wasn't worth her time.
"Mother," Kurt's voice sounded from the floor below. "Mother, I'm going now!"
"You don't want to stay for dinner, Kurt?" Raven called out over her shoulder.
"No! I have to get going!" Kurt stood at the door way and debated whether or not to tell her that Rogue had left earlier. He sighed, knowing she'd go berserk if Rogue left and she didn't know. "Rogue has gone home! Bye!" He slammed the door and jumped into the waiting car. "Drive, Piotr, drive!"
"Okay, okay!" the large Russian said as he stepped on the gas and zoomed out of the long brick lined drive way.
Back at the house, Raven's eyes widened. "What? KURT!" She ran out of the second floor loft and looked around, past the railing. Kurt was gone. So was his car. "Rogue!" She whirled around and rushed to Rogue's 'room'. She pushed open the door.
It was dark. Most of all, it was empty. A small flashing green light caught her eye on the bed and she turned on the light. Rogue had left her phone. Raven shook her head, already worrying about the implications if Rogue was, heaven forbid, in an accident. She picked it up an frowned as she looked at the phone. She had twelve missed calls. She flipped it open and froze.
She had missed twelve calls from Remy LeBeau.
As if burned, the woman dropped the phone back on the bed and glared at it. How long had Rogue been seeing that transient slob? Since the museum? She frowned. If it had been that long, no doubt Kurt knew.
Raven was angry, but more than that afraid. However, when she expressed her worries, she often came out as looking angry. Kurt's father had said that's what made her special.
"Special my ass..." Raven grumbled. She sat down on the edge of the bed. "Rogue..."
Her baby girl. Adopted from the Foster Care system at age eleven...Raven had immediately fallen in love with the spunky, spirited child. Of course, she didn't show it then, being the extremely disciplined woman she was. She wouldn't take that kind of attitude from Kurt, who she sent off to boarding school in Germany at the ripe age of four.
But Rogue...Rogue could get Raven to do just about anything, even if it didn't seem that way. And it had all but taken Irene's dead serious warnings about how it would hurt Rogue to hold Raven back from destroying those two worthless boys that had broken her dear daughter's heart.
The woman stood up and walked out of the room. She walked down the hall and the stairs and emerged into her living room. There, she had hung up pictures of her family. She stood in front of a thirteen year old Rogue's picture.
She was so skinny. It was Rogue's first and last brush with an eating disorder. Like many young girls, Rogue had put on weight once she hit puberty. She had a boyfriend named Cody. Her first boyfriend. She had been excited about it and came home and told Irene. Rogue was living in the south back then and Raven flew between there home there and her job in San Francisco.
At that time, she was just Anna. Anna adored Cody. Raven didn't feel comfortable with her barely thirteen year old having a boyfriend. Cody was a good looking boy, did well in school, and played sports, so at least Raven knew he wasn't a loser and her daughter had taste. So long as Anna was happy, she was happy.
Then she started noticing how Rogue was skipping meals. That energetic glitter in her eyes faded. She was growing thinner. When she commented, Anna denied that anything was wrong and began to wear frumpier clothing in an attempt to hide it from her mother.
But it got worse.
Raven turned away from the picture. She remembered the day Irene had called her at work. She had just sat down with her morning coffee when the phone rang. Anna had collapsed and was in the hospital. Raven flew over immediately and the doctor told her that Anna was anorexic. Anna was in tears when she realized that Raven had flown all the way there and thought her mother was angry at her.
When Raven demanded to know why Anna was doing that to herself, Anna told her about Cody.
"He said Ah was gettin' a little on the chunky side, so Ah went on a lil' diet..." That was only the beginning.
Anna had always been insecure and she wanted to make everyone happy. To Raven, it seemed Cody realized that and planted it into her head that she had to be thin. He would tell her snide remarks about her weight, tell her it was unattractive, and push her and push her to the point where she was determined to be thin, even though she was killing herself. That had been going on for months.
But Anna still loved Cody and when she got back from the hospital, found out he already had someone new and sank into depression. That was when Raven brought Anna with her to San Francisco.
The woman walked along the wall and stood in front of Rogue's high school graduation picture. Her daughter was part of numerous clubs, an active tennis player and even joined the school's Dragon Boat team. Not many Southerners paddled in a boating tradition from China.
At sixteen, Anna was healthy and beautiful and intelligent. Everything Raven wanted in a daughter. Then she started seeing that football player. Raven's eyes narrowed into slits. He prayed on Anna's insecurities, constantly comparing her to other girls, telling her that he didn't want to hear her say she loved him because it would only complicate things. And then there were the bruises...
Anna was his trophy girlfriend. Raven remembered that Kurt was visiting from college one evening and Anna was crying.
"Ah don' get it, Kurt," she had been sobbing. "Why'd he do it? Ah mean, Ah said Ah'd go with 'im! He didn' need ta as someone else!"
He cheated on her numerous times. Afterwards, he always came back saying he was sorry. And Anna always took him back, despite Raven's warnings. The entire school knew she was being cheated on and Anna knew it. But she clung on, desperate to know that he felt the same way. She let him practically do anything to her so long as she had some sort of affection in her life. But she was young...she was a year younger than him and when he graduated...
Raven clenched her first. Kurt had been the one that told her what happened. Why Rogue came home in tears and then sank into depression once more.
"Tell me!" Raven demanded. "Kurt, she's my daughter! I need to know!"
"Mother..." Kurt looked hesitant. He sat down across from her and ran his hand through his face. "Svear zhat you von't do anything irrational."
"Kurt-"
"Svear it, mother!" Kurt had risen his voice at her and Raven jerked her head back slightly. She nodded and Kurt closed his eyes. "Anna...slept vith Freddy...und...broke up vith her after. He called her..." Kurt couldn't bring himself to say those words. "Horrible names...hit her-" He wasn't able to finish. Raven shot up.
Raven had rushed into Anna's room stopped. Anna was changing into her bed clothes and with her bare back bared to Raven, all her bruises and cuts were exposed. The bastard was beating her.
Her eyes were wide with shock and horror as she saw the nail marks on the tender, swollen flesh. There were bruises everywhere. No wonder Anna had insisted on wearing long sleeve shirts for the last few months. No wonder Anna had been layering on the foundation and wincing everytime she received a hug from her mother or brother. Raven stared, horrified. "Anna Marie..."
Anna's own eyes were huge as she screamed, "Momma, Ah can explain!"
Raven went to bed in tears that night after gathering Anna in her arms and swearing blood murder on Freddy. It was at that point that Raven told her daughter to stay away from men. That they were bad for her. And while Rogue went on to college and traveled and yet never had a steady boyfriend, Raven knew she probably never agreed.
Raven found herself back at Rogue's room and she stared at the phone on the bed. Men have driven her to starve herself, to feel worthless, to be beaten and broken and humiliated... Her hand reached and grabbed the phone. She flipped it open and erased all the messages. "I will NOT let another man hurt her."
Rogue opened her eyes as a hot breath breathed down her neck with short, gasping pants. His head rested right on top of hers as his arms stayed around her slim shoulders. Her own breath was shallow and ragged as her fingers curled over the material of his sweater.
"Mon Dieu..." Remy breathed out.
"Yah said it..." Rogue agreed. She leaned heavily against Remy as she tried to get her rapid heart beats under control.
She had this sudden to call Jean and Betsy and Kitty and perhaps even Wanda to tell them that she had just experienced the infamous 'kiss'.
While kissing the Cajun was nothing new, especially after he spent the night, nothing had compared to this. Just like in the movies and assorted romance novels she kept hidden on her bottom shelf behind old architectural text books, Remy had swept her up and kissed her.
She replayed the memory in her mind over and over.
Remy's hand rose up her arms and placed themselves gently on her shoulders. He looked down at her with those gorgeous eyes smiled. Je t'aime. And he lowered his head, his lips gently grazing hers. Rogue found herself lost in a euphoric drug as she closed her eyes.
She didn't know how long they stood there, slowly exploring each other in the dim lamp light. His hand rose up her back and cupped the back of her head firmly as he pressed on. Her arm rose and ran through his hair, keeping him pulled down and connected to him. She could taste the alcohol in his mouth and she made a sad whimper.
Had she driven him to drink? It had only been a few hours. Rogue tilted her head up and kissed his throat, earning her a low, barely contained moan. "Rems...were yah drinking?"
"Just a little..." he rasped out before sweeping down once more and gathering her lips in his. "Open..." he whispered slightly.
Rogue happily obliged and parted her lips. Her eyes remained closed as she let out a pleased groan. He couldn't help the smile that crossed his face as he heard her. That was hot. Rogue pulled him closer and ran her hands down his back. She heard him swear under his breath.
"Sugah..." Rogue said as she twisted her fingers through his hair gently. "Ah forgot ta ask...what are yah doing here?"
"What does it look like, chere?" he replied gruffly. "Foreplay."
Rogue rolled her eyes as his mouth trailed down the side of her face. "Ah mean in mah apartment...Foreplay? That was the best yah could come up with?"
"Lemme tell y' dat I don't plan on letting dis end here." he told her. His hands slid down her sides and over her butt, giving them a firm squeeze.
"Remy!" Rogue gasped as his strong hands grabbed the back of her thighs and with one easy jerk, lifted them on either side of his hips. Her legs immediately wrapped around his waist. "Remy! Jean could come in at any minute!"
"Nope," Remy looked up at her now elevated face and gave her a devilish smile. "Gave her de keys t' m' place and de address. For tonight, Remy's y'r roommate."
"How did yah even know Ah was gonna come home?" Rogue demanded. Remy's hands were holding her up as her arms were now loosely wound around his neck.
"Kurt called Jean. Jean told me," Remy revealed proudly. He gave her a wary smile. "Hope y're not mad..."
"No, Ah'm not mad..." Rogue shook her head. At yah...Jean on the other hand...
"De apartment switch thing was Betsy's idea."
"Betsy...now it makes sense..." Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Can dose two read minds? 'Cause it's creepy how everthing seemed to work out, non?"
"Sometimes, Ah wonder that mahself..." Rogue sighed. "Well, then Remy...yah ever have a roommate before?"
"Non, what do roommates do?" Remy asked with a lopsided grin.
Rogue brought her face down to meet his and gently caressed his face with one free hand. "They cook each other meals."
"They are not," Jean said as she walked down the street. Betsy and Kitty were on either side of her. "Knowing Rogue, she made him cook for her."
"Hmm...well as delicious as Remy's cooking is, luv, I do believe that Remy is more tasty." Betsy argued.
"Does Kurt know you two are debating whether or not his sister is at this very point and time in the sack with her former stalker?" Kitty asked as she rolled her eyes.
"No, and he will never know," Betsy stressed. "Now, are we going to get some Thai food or not?"
"Thai food!" Kitty and Jean both chorused. They burst into a fit of laughter as they walked into their favorite Thai restaurant. They hadn't taken three steps in, when a familiar voice caught their attention.
"Jean?"
The red head's brilliant smile faded as her green eyes landed on the brown haired man seated a table near the front. Her shoulders stiffened and she froze in her place as her eyes moved down. Across from him was woman with long blond hair. Kitty and Betsy looked at each other, unsure if they should grab Jean and run or stay.
Thankfully, Jean broke the sudden tenseness of the air with a gentle smile. "Hey, Scott. What's up?"
A brave front if Betsy ever saw one. Jean's voice was calm, even friendly. "What are you doing here?" Scott was staring up at her, his meal forgotten as he looked up at saw his first love standing by the door with two of her three best friends.
"Just swung by to get some dinner with the girls," Jean kept the smile pasted on her face. "Well... sorry to bother you." She quickly turned around and headed for the counter.
"Jean, let's leave," Betsy said in a low voice as she and Kitty huddled up against her. "C'mon, we can get Japanese."
"No, it's fine, guys," Jean insisted. "Let's just get something to go and then leave, okay? No reason to just jet out...that'll make it even more awkward."
"That's the Frost lady?" Kitty snorted and crossed her arms. "You're way prettier than her, Jean. She isn't even are blonde...I can see the bad dye job."
"Kitty, stop it," Jean scolded. "I don't want to hear that. If Scott has feelings for her, he must have a good reason."
"How can you say that after he threw away a decade long relationship with YOU?" Betsy asked in a shrill voice. Jean shook her head.
"Betsy, we're adults now," Jean told them in an even voice as she picked up a menu by the counter. "I'm not going to make a big scene about this."
"If you're sure then, luv." Betsy said. The waiter came up and they quickly told him what they wanted. They waited for a minutes in the waiting area, one girl on either side of Jean. They were all quiet. Finally, Jean broke the silence.
"It's been a month..." Jean said as she looked down at the her hands. They were playing with the strap of her purse. "It's okay for him to go out with her." she added, as if trying to validate it.
"But are YOU okay with it?" Betsy asked. Jean thought for a while and nodded.
"I guess it's just the shock, you know..." Jean said in a soft voice. "I mean...to actually see him...I guess this seals the deal," she added with a weak, pathetic laugh. "It really is over."
"Jean..." Kitty whispered.
"Jean," Scott's voice reached her ears and she looked up. "Jean, I'm sorry-"
"Why are you apologizing?" Jean asked with furrowed eyebrows. "Get back in there. It's rude to leave your date to speak to your ex-wife." She cringed at her own voice. She hadn't meant for it to sound to bitter.
Scott looked hurt at Jean's tone and lowered his head. "I didn't think you were going to be here."
"You don't have to explain yourself to me," Jean said calmly. "We're no longer together. It's okay." Technically they were still married, but they had been separated for a month and, come Monday, Jean would get divorce papers prepared...and a lawyer. A good one.
Before Scott could say anything else, the waiter appeared with their meals in a plastic bag. "Miss Grey, your order is ready." Jean and the others immediately stood up to get their food. Scott winced at he heard Jean being called by her maiden name.
"Ugh...it was nice seeing you again, Scott." Kitty murmured as she quickly exited.
"Hope you're doing well." Betsy added, following Kitty's example. He turned to look back at Jean who was putting her change back into her purse.
"Well, got to get going," Jean said cheerfully. She looked up at him once more and smiled, trying to mask the pain she was suddenly feeling. "I'm apartment sitting for a friend so I better get there. Take care of yourself, Scott."
She reached out and patted his shoulder gentle before heading out the door. Betsy and Kitty gave her questioning looks as she appeared outside and Jean smiled weakly. Before they could ask if she was okay, the door burst open again an a blond woman in a white business suit walked out.
Her eyes immediately landed on Jean. "Jean Grey?"
"Yes..." Jean said warily as she looked at the blond that she had caught on her husband, ex-husband, a month ago.
"My name is Emma Frost," she said as she studied Jean with piercing eyes. "I would like to speak to you."
A.N. - Okay, so Remy and Rogue got back together. Jean is going to have a 'talk' with Emma and Raven is plotting Remy's demise. This is not the end of the drama! I honestly don't know how long this story will last, so please bare with me. Thanks for reading!