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Chapter Twenty: Forget Me
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By DamageCtrl
All Standard Disclaimers Apply: I do not own the X-Men or anything associated with it.
Two Hours Earlier - UCSF Medical Center
"Hey," Kitty stood up and greeted Jean as the red head walked through the doors and into the waiting room. "Just in time."
Jean nodded and smiled weakly. The evening visiting hours were just about start. "Are the others here yet?" Jean asked. Kitty fell into step with Jean and sighed heavily.
"Piotr went to get Kurt and Mrs. Darkholme something to eat," Kitty sighed. "Betsy's running late, but she'll be here."
The red head nodded once more and looked down the all too familiar white halls of the hospital. They passed a nurses' station before turning the corner to Rogue's room. As always, they stopped by the window and peered into the room. Through the half open blinds, they saw Raven sitting by Rogue's bed, holding her daughter's hand gently while stroking Rogue's head lovingly.
"Kind of hard to believe she can be so vicious sometimes." Kitty mumbled. Jean nodded. Raven Darkholme was not a woman to be trifled with. But she sure as hell loved her children. Kurt was sitting in the corner of the room, a pensive look at his face as he leaned back and crossed his legs.
Jean walked up to the door and knocked quietly. Inside the room, Raven and Kurt looked up as the door opened. "Hello, Mrs. Darkholme, Kurt." Jean nodded. She walked into the room, where dozens of flowers bloomed along the tables and window sills. A lot of people were praying for Rogue, that was for sure.
"How is she?" Kitty asked as she slipped in behind Jean. Raven looked at her daughter sadly.
"She still hasn't woken up," the woman sounded tired and it was no surprise. She had arrived with Rogue a week earlier and had only left to go home and rest, at Kurt's insistence. There were bags under the woman's eyes, a clear sign of how hard it was for her. "Not a single word..."
"I sent Piotr to get you guys something to eat." Kitty said as Kurt stood up and offered his seat to her. The young woman sat down. Jean walked over to the side of Rogue's bed and closed her eyes tightly.
"How are you holding up, Jean?" Raven asked suddenly. She kept her eyes on Rogue's sleeping face, but still sounded concerned. "With the divorce and now Rogue like this..."
Jean shook her head. "Don't worry about me," she said as she swept back one of Rogue's white streaks. "I'll be fine..."
"Has there been any word on Remy yet?" Kitty asked from the corner. Jean struggled to keep her composure as the man's name instantly brought tension in the room.
"No," Raven spat out wit gritted teeth. "Not a single word."
"Zhey've checked his apartment and asked his employers, but no one knows vhere he is," Kurt added with a angry growl. "He's probably long gone from here like zhe monster he is."
Jean couldn't take it any more. She turned and looked at Kurt warily. "How are you sure that Remy was the one that did this?" she demanded angrily. "Shouldn't we wait until Rogue wakes up and tells us?"
"Jean Grey! Don't tell me you are siding with that heathen!" Raven hissed as she sat up straight. "I know what I saw! He was there, taking advantage of Rogue!"
"It just doesn't seem like Remy would be the type to do that," Jean said quietly as she looked back down at her unconscious friend. "He wouldn't hurt Rogue..."
"I don't want to jump to any conclusions," Kitty said as she crossed her arms. "Besides, I'm with Jean. We've known Remy since he's been with Rogue and he's never-"
"Don't tell me you're falling for his charms, too!" Kurt snapped. "He clearly assaulted Rogue! Zhe vindow had been broken open and Jean said knew vhere she vas after he heard zhat message play on zhe answering machine!"
"But that doesn't prove anything!" Jean insisted loudly.
"Julien Boudreaux says that he and LeBeau were never on good terms," Raven added. "And he said that LeBeau didn't know that Rogue was coming for a sitting. He must've flown into jealousy, followed her, and then attacked her."
"You're believing the words of some stranger over your own daughter's boyfriend?" Jean gasped. "Mrs. Darkholme, I beg to differ-"
"You can save it for the court, Jean. Once Remy LeBeau is found and taken into custody, I assure you he will get what is coming to him." Raven said in a low voice. Her narrowed eyes promised Jean that she would see to Remy's punishment herself.
"Kurt?" Jean turned and looked at the man across the room. "Kurt, don't tell me that you think Remy did this to her." The man merely turned his head away silently. "Kurt..." Jean trailed off, disappointed.
"I don't know vhat to think." Kurt replied. Jean closed her eyes and shook her head. She looked back at Rogue just as another knock sounded on the door.
"Knock knock, luvs," Betsy stuck her head through the door and offered a weak smile. "How is our patient?"
"Nothing yet," Jean said. "But her vitals look good," Betsy nodded and walked over next to Jean. "Hey, Bets..."
"Yes?"
"Do you really think that Remy did this?" Jean asked softly.
Betsy took a deep breath and looked down at Rogue. The woman was pale with tubes attached to her. Her arms sported a few bruises and there was a bandage around her head. "For his sake, I hope not." she answered in a low voice.
Another knock sounded and Piotr came in. He held a bag of food for the mother and son. "We'll watch her," Betsy said as Kurt ushered his mother out. "If anything changes, we'll come get you."
Hospital rules forced Kurt and Raven to eat in the waiting room or downstairs in the cafeteria. Jean took Raven's abandoned seat and she gently held Rogue's hand. It was a familiar scene in the room, one that had been playing over and over for days.
"I don't think he did it," Jean stated. "Remy wouldn't. He'd never hit a woman, let alone Rogue."
"We won't know until she wakes up," Betsy murmured. She leaned by the window and looked out. "I find it unlikely that he did this to her. But we can't be sure. Only Rogue can tell us the truth."
"I KNOW he didn't do it," Jean asserted. She looked down at Rogue once more, the sound of her heart beat echoing on the machine behind her. "C'mon, Rogue...wake up."
"Telling her to wake up isn't going to make her," Piotr sighed. He sat on the arm of the chair where Kitty was sitting. "We've all been saying that."
"I heard that they can still hear you even when they're like this," Kitty said. "Maybe if we keep talking to her."
"Her mother's been talking to her and nothing has happened." Betsy commented.
"But she's probably been saying negative things about a certain Cajun," Jean frowned. "No one wants to wake up to that."
"Then what are you going to tell her?" Betsy asked questioningly.
Jean narrowed her eyes. "Exactly what she needs to hear," Jean said determinedly. She looked at the other three in the room and leaned down, close to Rogue's ear. She gently brushed the stray hairs away. In a low voice, making sure that no one else could hear her, she began to whisper. Rogue...Rogue, it's Jean. Wake up, Rogue. Remy needs you...he's so worried about you. Jean pulled back and bit her lower lip. Still no response. She took a deep breath and leaned back down. Every night, he asks about you. And I can hear him crying, Rogue. He needs you. He misses you.
"Her finger!" Kitty's eyes widened as she stood up and pointed to Rogue's left hand. "Her finger moved!"
"Are you sure?" Betsy asked. She pushed herself from the window and knelt down by the side of Rogue's bed. She looked up at Jean. "Whatever you're doing, luv, keep it up."
Jean nodded. Remy needs you now, Rogue. He's all alone. He can't go home. Every night, he waits to ask about you. And when I tell him you're still sleeping, it looks like he's died all over again. You need to wake up, honey. You need to wake up for Remy.
Soft lips slowly opened as a forced breath wheezed through her mouth. "Her heart rate is picking up," Kitty noted. She looked over the side of Rogue's bed and watched as the clear plastic mouth piece over Rogue's mouth clouded with a breath. "I think this is it!"
"Piotr! Go get her mother and brother!" Betsy demanded. "I'm going to get the nurse!" The two of them ran out of the room as Kitty reached for Rogue's hand and stroked it reassuringly.
"Wake up, Rogue," Jean said, stronger this time. "You have to wake up. Remy needs you, Rogue."
Kitty's eyes darted up as she heard Jean's words. "Remy...?" Jean gave Kitty a nod and then tilted her head back at Rogue. The younger woman nodded understandingly, and began to speak as well. "Remy's waiting for you, Rogue. He's waiting for you to wake up."
Rogue wheezed out something tiredly. "Wake up, do you hear me, Anna Marie Darkholme?" Jean said as she swept Rogue's bangs out of her face once more. She saw her eyes move beneath her lids. "Wake up! REMY NEEDS YOU!"
The woman's heart rate was speeding up and her breathing was getting more and more forced. "She's grabbing my hand!" Kitty exclaimed.
Jean smiled widely as tears rimmed her eyes. "Rogue, wake up!"
The door burst open and a nurse and a doctor flew in followed by Betsy just as Rogue's began to gasp violently for air. "What happened?" Betsy asked. Rogue's chest was heaving up and down as her hands clasped Kitty and Jean's tightly.
"She grabbed my hand!" Kitty exclaimed once more, excitedly.
As the doctor and the nurse began adjusting Rogue's machine, they heard a quiet whisper breath out from beneath a breathing mask. "Jean...?"
"Oh, thank God!" Jean reached over and grasped the woman's hand as tears rimmed her eyes. "Rogue, you're awake! You're awake!"
"What's going on? Where am Ah?" Rogue murmured. She felt weak all over and barely noticed the nurse and doctor working around her. Her eyes focused on her friends. "What's going on?"
"You were asleep for a week," Betsy said softly as she crouched down next to Rogue's beg and swept her hand through Rogue's hair. "We were so worried."
"We all were," Jean said with a smile, despite the tears streaming down her eyes. "Us, your mother, your brother...even Remy."
The woman who was dressed in the hospital bed wrinkled her nose and tilted her head to the side. "Whose Remy?"
Jean & Rogue's Apartment
"It didn't make sense," Jean shook her head as she cried. "She kept asking who you were and when we told her, she just shook her head and said she didn't have a boyfriend."
"Non..." Remy shook his head as he stumbled backwards. His hand flew out and gripped the wall to steady him. "No, it's not possible...y' said y' were telling her to wake up fo' me!" He told her, wide eyed. Jean nodded.
"I did, Remy! And she was responding! But when she woke up, nothing!" Jean gasped. She struggled to keep in her tears. "We all told her about you. How you two met, how you lent me your place, and let us paint with your things. We told her about how much you mean to her...but she couldn't remember you."
"It's a joke," Remy murmured, still refusing to believe it. He reached out and clamped his hands on Jean's shoulders. With a firm shake, he looked into her eyes. "Tell me y'r joking, Jean! Tell me! It's not funny!"
Jean was crying. "I'm not making this up!" she sobbed. She lowered her head and Remy instantly let go of her shoulders. He gave her an apologetic look.
"I'm sorry, Jean cher..." he mumbled. "I jus' can't believe it, dat's all..." He fell back against the wall, a lot look on his face as he brought his hand up and covered his mouth. "How can she fo'get me...?"
"Raven...Rogue's mother," Jean breathed out in uneven gasps. "Asked if you were the one who...who..." Remy nodded, understanding. "But Rogue said she didn't remember you. She doesn't recall a Cajun man with red eyes. All she remembers is falling over some things over at Julien's-"
Remy's eyes narrowed. "Did she say anything 'bout a smell?" he asked quickly.
"A smell?"
"Dere was smoke when I arrived," Remy said with a frown. "Smelled like burning blood and herbs."
Jean paled at the description and momentarily wondered how Remy even knew what that smelled like. "She said there was smoke...and she doesn't remember anything else."
She looked up at the man as he clenched his fists at his side. Angrily, he slammed his fist against the couch. "Merde!" he growled. "Dat fucking Julien! I'll kill him!"
Jean jerked her head back. Remy's look was intense and filled with so much hate. His eyes were practically glowing as his fingers dug into the pillow. She recoiled back, unsure of what the man would do. "Remy..."
"It's voodoo," Remy said with a face twisted with fury. "He made Rogue fo'get 'bout me." He realized with intense anger.
"With voodoo?" Jean asked, in disbelief. Remy nodded his head.
"I gotta go."
Jean shot up off the stool. "Where? Remy, you're still a wanted man-"
"I've been a wanted man be'fo, mon ami," Remy told her as he grabbed his trench coat and looked over his shoulder. He gave her a thankful smile. "Rogue has good friends, cher," He told her as he slipped his jacket on and headed for the balcony. He opened it up. "Merci."
Jean watched as he jumped out off the balcony, but didn't bother to see where he landed. The man knew what he was doing. She walked over to the sliding door and closed it. "You have good friends, too, Remy."
It was late, way past mid night, yet that didn't stop him. With refined grace and all to familiar movements, Remy scaled the hospital wall. Rogue would be kept over night for observation, but she would be released as soon as possible. With that in mind, Remy knew he had very small window to see Rogue.
He didn't have a doubt in his mind that once Rogue was discharged, Raven would take her to her home. And if Rogue went to her mother's house, there was a very slim chance that he'd see her again. His fingers clamped on to the edge of the window. He used his other hand to push it open and then jumped through.
He landed on the linoleum floor with a cat like grace and stood up. He looked towards her bed and froze.
She wasn't there.
His heart began to race as he looked around the room. She had to be there, where could she have gone that late at night in a hospital? He was sure that she wasn't moved either. Remy walked to her bed and looked down at the sheets. She had just been sleeping there. He could feel the slowly seeping heat from the empty sheets and pillow.
Suddenly, he heard the toilet flush in the separate bathroom and he pasted himself in the corner, against the shadows. Quietly, the door to the bathroom opened and a light was flipped off as Rogue walked out, still dressed in her thigh high hospital night gown.
She was just about to climb into bed, when her head shot up and widened. "Whose there?" she demanded as she stiffened.
Glowing red eyes roamed down her body, as if studying her. For a while, they paused at the hem of her night gown and she couldn't help but blush. She reached out and gathered the white sheets of the blanket and wrapped them around herself to avoid his gaze.
"It's a miracle, chere," he said in a half amused, half elated voice. "Y' really are awake."
"Yah didn't answer mah question!" Rogue drawled out as she narrowed her emerald eyes. "Who are yah?"
He slipped out of the shadows and into the moonlight that came from her window. Rogue immediately gasped as her eyes widened. This time it was her turn to ogle at the man. Tall with dark features and those sultry red eyes made her heart skip a beat. He was clad in worn, fitted jeans and a black tight sweater that showed off his perfect upper body. All of this was draped by a worn dark brown trench coat.
She felt herself swallow unconsciously. "Do y' remember me now?" he asked, trying to contain the hope in his voice.
Rogue stared at him, but shook her head. "Ah don't know who yah are!" she spat out. Her eyes darted to the control that was attached to her bed. Without a second thought, she scrambled for the remote to call the nurse. However, Remy was too fast. He swept up the remote and landed himself on her bed. "Who are yah! Get out of here!" Rogue fumed.
"Remy LeBeau, chere," he told her in a soft voice. "Don't y' remember?"
"Remy LeBeau?" Rogue spat out. She frowned. "Ah don't remember anyone by that name 'cept when Jean and the others kept saying it. But as far as Ah am concerned, Ah don't know yah and Ah ain't yahr girlfriend."
Rogue was glaring at him, but was only met with soft, saddened eyes. "Chere, tell me y'r joking," he begged as he stood up. He dropped the remote as his eyes squinted, desperately searching her eyes. Cold green orbs stared back at him. His heart fell. "Y' really don't remember?"
"Ah've nevah met yah before!" Rogue hissed. "Now get out of mah room!"
"Rogue, chere-"
"Ah ain't yahr chere!" Rogue growled. "Now, get out befo' Ah call the nurse!" She barked. Pain could be seen all over his eyes as he stood there, his arms limp at his sides.
"But I love y', Rogue..." he whispered in such a quiet voice, Rogue almost didn't hear him. "At least give me a chance t' get y' t' remember. T' win y' back."
"Win me back?" Rogue scoffed. "Listen, swamp rat," She didn't take notice of Remy's wince at the name. "Ah don't know who yah are. And come ta think of it, momma said this is all yahr fault!"
Remy's eyes widened as he took a step forward and shook his head. "Non, chere. Non, it wasn't my fault! I-"
"They said yah were there, touching meh in mah private places!" Rogue said as she glared at him. She grabbed the remote and pressed the nurses' button without hesitation. "How DARE yah show yahr face-"
"I didn't do dat to y', Rogue," Remy told her, pleadingly as he sped forward. "Y' have t' believe me. I would never-"
"Great away from me!" Rogue shouted as she tried to push him back. However, Remy as much stronger and held her tightly in his embrace.
"Y' have to believe me, chere," he begged as he buried his face in her hair. "Please, Rogue. Everyone else can say I'm guilty, but not y'! Please believe me! Please, don't do this to me, chere! I love y'! Please!"
Her breath was suddenly swept away as two lips flew down and sealed over hers. She should've been resisting. She should've pushed the man away. After all, she had no idea who he was. But instead, instinct seemed to take over. As he pulled back for a breath, she licked her lips and closed her eyes as she leaned upwards and met his once more.
Her arms circled his upper body, bringing him and his warmth closer to her. A warm hand trailed down the opened part of her back, making Rogue shiver with each torturously slow, heated caress. She could feel the tingling sensation crawling up her body as his hands slipped beneath the sad attempt at a night gown to touch already heated skin. His movements were deliberate and obviously practiced.
Had he done this before? And with HER? Rogue's heart raced against her chest as she felt the whiskers of his unshaven face gently tickle his chin and cheeks. Her mouth parted as a content sigh escaped unknowingly. It seemed so natural... but nothing was coming to mind. She still had no idea who this man was. Ah don't know who this man is...but he sure is one heck of a kisser!
Suddenly, Remy heard footsteps approaching. He pulled away abruptly and glanced to the door before looked back down at Rogue. The woman looked flush and a bit dazed as clouded eyes looked up at him. "Do y' remember?" he asked softly, hope lining every word. His hand rose and swept back her hair from her face.
Her eyes began to water, but she had no idea why. Slowly she shook her head and regretfully answered. "No..." Remy's eyes closed tightly.
"Ms. Darkholme?" a voice called from the door.
Remy's eyes flashed open and he looked at her tiredly. "Please believe me, Rogue. I'd never hurt y'..." The door knob was turning and suddenly, she found herself swept up in his arms and gently laid across the hospital.
"Remy..." Rogue began softly. He looked down at her once more and quickly gave her a fleeting kiss.
"I love y', chere. I always will." He gave her one last desperate look and then jumped out of her window. Rogue's eyes widened, but she didn't have time to run up and look out the window to see if he landed okay. The nurse walked in and smiled at Rogue warmly.
"Ms. Darkholme? How are you feeling?"
"Ah'm sorry," Rogue said. "Ah was just a little cold..." she whispered. "Do yah mind closing the window?" She asked weakly as she wrapped her arms around herself. The nurse nodded and went to close the window.
"Is there anything else?"
"No, thank yah." Rogue offered the nurse a brief smile.
"All right then, dear. Have a good night's sleep." The nurse smiled once more and closed the door behind her. Rogue closed her eyes tightly.
Her tongue swept over her lips, barely tasting the faint taste of Remy.
I love y', chere...I always will.
Rogue looked out the window in her dark room. "Remy LeBeau...who are yah?" she whispered quietly to herself. She brought up the rough blanket to her chest. "And why do Ah wanna say 'Ah love yah, too'?"
"All set to go?" Kurt asked. He smiled as he made his way into the hospital room, which had been Rogue's home for the last few days.
"Sure am," Rogue sighed. "If Ah have ta swallow one mo' meal from this God awful place, Ah'll go nuts." Rogue chuckled.
"Jean is parking the car," Kurt said as he lifted up a small duffel bag. "She brought you some clothes."
"Great!" Rogue grinned. "Last thing Ah wanna do is walk out of here dressed in this flimsy thing!" she laughed. Kurt put the bag by the side of the chair and then moved over to her side to help her. "Ah'm okay, Kurt," she told him has she dismissed his actions with her hand. "Good as new."
"I'm just being careful," Kurt assured her. He watched as Rogue got up and slid off the side of the bed. "Can yah change by yourself or do you vant to vait for Jean?"
Rogue sent him an annoyed glare. "Ah can change by mahself, big bro," she told him confidently. She grabbed the small duffel bag and headed to the bathroom to change. "Is momma coming?"
"She's at the house getting everything ready for you." Kurt said as he looked around the room.
"Ah don't see why Ah have ta go back home with momma," Rogue grumbled through the door. "Ah'm perfectly capable of living by myself."
"She's worried that HE will come see you," Kurt said with a frown as he fell back on a chair. "She doesn't want him anywhere near you."
"He who?" Rogue asked.
"Who do you think?" Kurt snorted. "Look what he did to you, mein schwester."
"Do yah really think it was him?" Rogue asked. She zipped up her jeans and looked at herself in the mirror. There were bruises still on her arms. Silently, her hand rose and gently touched them. She winced as she lightly grazed the bruise.
"Who else could it be? Mother caught him in the act!" Kurt told her.
Ah just don't think that a man who can kiss meh like that could do this ta meh... Rogue thought to herself silently. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before taking a shirt out of the bag and putting it on. She grabbed the duffel bag and opened the door. "Ah don't know, Kurt..."
She looked up and her voice trailed off as she saw Kurt standing up. He had a scowl on his face as his eyes looked directly across the room and out the door. Rogue frowned and turned around. Remy stood at the door way wearing similar clothes he had worn the day before, only this time he was clean shaven and in his hands, a dozen roses.
"Remy!" Rogue gasped.
"You remember him?" Kurt gasped, trying to keep his eyes on the man.
"Uh...no..." Rogue admitted. "But from everyone's description the night befo'..." she trailed off. She stood between her brother and the man who had appeared the night before. Once again, her heart started to speed up as a slow blush crept over her face. His heated kisses from the night before were fresh in her mind and she looked at him warily. "Flowers?"
Remy didn't take his eyes off of her for a second. "Oui," he answered simply. "Haven't gotten y' flowers yet, chere." Rogue nodded, her eyes still on the red roses in his hand.
Rogue extended her hand and she took a step forward and immediately, her hand was grabbed and she was pulled back. "Stay away from him, Rogue!" Kurt said. He turned and shot a glare at Remy as he stood in front of his sister protectively. "You have one second to turn around and leave before I call the cops!"
Remy merely raised an eyebrow and looked past Kurt at Rogue. "Has Rogue said dat I assaulted her? Looks t' me dat de lady doesn't even remember who I am."
"What are yah doing here?" Rogue asked in a quiet, slightly panicked voice. She pulled her arm out of Kurt's grip and stepped around him. "Listen, it's very sweet of yah ta bring meh flowers, but Ah'm not the woman yah think Ah am, sugah. I have no idea who yah are."
"Den give me a chance t' try and help y' remember, chere," Remy said as he lifted up the flowers. Rogue looked down at the red buds with sad eyes and slowly gathered them in her arms. "Whatevah Julien did t' y', we can find a way around it."
Rogue shook her head, still looking down at the thoughtful bouquet. "Ah'm sorry...but Ah don't remember yah at all..."
Remy was about to take another step forward and gather her in his arms. In truth, that's what Rogue wanted. Ever since she woke up the day before, everything had been explained and for the most part made sense. However, she felt there was something missing. And that night, when he appeared and gathered her in his arms...despite her initial reaction to push him away, everything began to fit. The empty space in her heart suddenly filled up and she felt whole again.
He took one step forward and was suddenly pulled back violently by hand on his shoulder. Pain shot through his body as he was slammed up against the wall. He opened his eyes and barely saw a fist coming at him. He swirled to the side and stumbled back against the bathroom door as someone grabbed his arm and pulled him forward.
The wind was knocked out of him as he felt a blow to his stomach. He immediately crumpled to the ground and gasped for air. Somewhere behind his spinning head, he heard faint screams. "Stop it! Stop it!" a woman's voice was screaming.
"What are yah doing?" Rogue screamed.
"Logan! Stop!" It was Jean. Remy looked up from where he had fallen to his knees by the side of the bed. Jean had her arms wrapped around one of Logan's in a frantic attempt to stop him.
"Get up!" Logan growled as he cracked his knuckles and prepared for another hit. "GET UP!"
"Logan, what are yah doing?" Rogue cried. She ran down beside Remy and helped him up.
"Get away from him, darlin'!" Logan said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her up. Rogue stumbled backwards with a surprised gasp. Feral eyes glared down at Remy. "You have some nerve, bub. Showin' up where you ain't wanted. What'd you come here for? Trying to get another cut at the girl?"
"Logan, stop!" Jean screamed. "Stop it! Remy didn't do anything to Rogue! He followed her to Julien's house because he was worried about her and when he got there, she was already unconscious!"
Rogue and Kurt both stared at Jean as Logan brushed her arms off and frowned. "And how do you know that?" he demanded.
"I just DO!" Jean insisted. She took a step back and looked at her friend on the ground. Remy lifted up his hand and wiped the blood off the corner of his lip.
"I wouldn't hurt Rogue," Remy told them once more. He slowly dragged himself up to his feet. He looked up at Logan and then glanced over at Rogue. "Y' know dat, chere..."
Silence drifted through the room as Rogue stared at Remy. She took a deep breath and pulled her arm away from Logan. "Sugah, Ah don't remember a thing about yah...and Ah don't know what yah did," Rogue said in a sad voice. She closed her eyes and turned her head away. "But Ah don't think Ah want ta see yah any more." Saying those words suddenly hurt like hell.
Remy looked as if he'd been stabbed in the heart. "Rogue, no!" Jean gasped. She shook her head and rushed over to her friend's side. "Rogue, it's REMY! Your boyfriend!"
"Ah know who he is!" Rogue snapped as she lifted her head and gave a pained look at Jean. "But Ah don't remember him."
"Rogue, please, give me a chance," Remy said as he looked at her beseechingly. "At least try t' remember!"
"Maybe Ah don't want ta remember!" Rogue shouted. Remy jerked his head back, a pained look on his face. She looked up at him and shook her head. "Ah don't remember a man who claims he's mah boyfriend. My family says yah assaulted me. Ah just spent a week in a coma...Ah have bruises from mah toes ta mah head. Ah don't know what ta believe right now." she told him in a wavering voice.
"Rogue..." Remy whispered disbelievingly. "Non, chere..."
"Ah don't need yah complicating mah life right now," Rogue told him softly. Her eyes rose to meet his. "Ah'm sorry, Remy. Please leave."
A.N. - I'm currently at home sick. If this chapter didn't make sense, please blame my fever. X.x