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Chapter Twenty-Four: Play
Catch Up
By DamageCtrl
All Standard Disclaimers Apply: I do not own the X-Men or anything associated with it.
Remy took a deep breath and leaned back against the soft cushions of his plane seat. He got a window seat in 1st class and grinned. Raven Darkholme spared no expense.
In front of him, the safety video was playing, but he wasn't paying attention. He'd flown back and forth so many times, the safety video was ingrained in his memory. He double checked to make sure he was buckled in securely. He had bought a magazine to read on the way there. He didn't feel like watching the movies they were going to show.
Beside him, a business man was already sleeping, probably knocked out by some pills to avoid being awake during the flight. Remy lifted up his magazine as he made a mental check list.
His bag was checked in, the only thing he carried on him was his passport, boarding pass, money, and a mobile phone, and the clothes on his back. From what he was told, Rogue was landing in London and would probably work her way down to Rome. Remy frowned. Tracking down one woman across the continent was an admirable feat, if not down right crazy. But Rogue was one in 6 billion...there was no way he was going down without a fight.
Before he left, he received several wishes of luck from assorted people, as well as a few words of warnings. Kurt and Logan weren't exactly thrilled at the idea, but Betsy, Jean, and Kitty were absolutely sold. He could almost see the little hearts in Kitty's eyes as she cooed out how romantic it was. He made a note to bring them back something nice.
"Attention passengers," the captain's voice sounded from the speakers and Remy looked up from his Modern Bride magazine. "This is your captain. Welcome aboard to flight #312 for London Heathrow..."
"So where are yah staying?" Rogue asked as she stood over the luggage carousel, waiting for her bag to emerge from the conveyor belt.
Beside her, Joseph stood, waiting patiently for Rogue. His bag had been one of the first to come out. "Professor X made reservations at the Sanctuary House in Westminster," Joseph told her. "I call ahead when we're on the Tube and ask if they have another room."
"Thanks, sugah, Ah appreciate it," Rogue said with a warm smile. "Ah'm kind of surprised mahself. Ah've never just picked up and decided ta go ta Europe before. And without a plan! Am Ah crazy, Joe?"
Joseph chuckled and shook his head. "No, you just wanted to get away for a little while."
Rogue nodded with agreement as her eyes lit up. "Oh! There's mah bag!" A hunter green rolling case tumbled out and Rogue waited for it to come past them.
"I'll get it for you, Rogue," Joseph assured her. He leaned forward and easily plucked the case from the carousel. "Is that all?"
"That's about it, thanks," Rogue said. She adjusted the handle and looked around the airport. "Well, let's get to the Tube."
Joseph nodded and the two began to head towards the train stop. "So you just left without telling anyone?"
"Well, Ah called them when Ah was about ta board," Rogue offered. "That's something right?"
"Your family must be worried. And so must Remy," Rogue stopped in her tracks and Joseph turned around when he noticed she was gone. He frowned worriedly. "I'm sorry, Rogue, did I say something wrong?"
Rogue's mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out. She merely squinted her eyes and bit her lower lip. She shook her head. "No...no, yah didn't say anything wrong, sugh..." Rogue told him. "It's just...Remy..."
"What about him?" Joseph asked. "Did you two get into a fight?"
Rogue closed her eyes and shook her head once more. "Remy and Ah...we're not together any more," Joseph's eyes went wide with surprised. Rogue was alone in Europe...and willing to be the traveling companion of another man. That certainly explained it. "Listen, Ah don't want to talk about Remy right now."
Joseph nodded slowly. "Of course..." he murmured. Before he could get his hopes up, Rogue walked past him to the Tube ticket dispenser.
"Ah came here to figure things out and get away from everything," Rogue said. "That includes relationships."
"Professor, when Logan finds out that you've sent Joseph away when he's supposed to be your body guard, he will not be happy." Ororo frowned as she walked down the hall, along side the older man in the wheel chair.
"None sense, Ororo," Professor Xavier said contently. "Joseph was doing a fine job being my body guard. I just felt that he needed some vacation time."
"Then why have you not yet called for a temporary replacement?" Ororo asked with a raised eyebrow. Xavier stuttered for a bit.
"I don't feel I need one...especially right now," Xavier told her as confidently as he could. "Besides, by the time all the paper work is done, Joseph will have already returned and ready to resume his duties."
The African woman smirked slyly. "Oh, I'm sure I can push it through fast enough. I could get you one by tomorrow-"
"No!" Professor Xavier gasped, horrified at the thought. He took a deep breath. "I mean...that is not necessary, Ororo. Thank you for your concern, however I will function well without a body guard breathing down my neck for the next few weeks."
"If you say so, professor," Ororo told him. "But just in case, I have told Joseph to be on call just in case we may need him."
"Which we will not," Professor Xavier stressed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a budget meeting..." Ororo smiled and nodded as she held the door open for the older man. She closed the door after him and continued down the hall to her office.
As she slipped through the door and put her papers down, the phone rang. She reached over and picked it up. "Ororo Munroe, Xavier's School For the Gifted. How many I help you?"
"Ororo, it's Joseph!" a male voice replied on the other line.
"Hello, Joseph," Ororo smiled as she reclined back in her seat. "Have you just arrived? How is London so far?" If he's in London, perhaps I can ask him to keep an eye out...
"It's great! We just arrived at the Sanctuary House. I just wanted to give you the contact number here just in case Professor Xavier needs me back." he said.
Ororo chuckled and took a pen from her pencil holder. "What is the number?" Ororo diligently wrote it down. "Thank you, Joseph. I do appreciate it. However, you probably will not be called any time soon."
"Just in case," Joseph said. "Okay, we're headed for that bus tour. You have my cell number."
Ororo's eyebrows furrowed. "We?"
"Yes! You'll never guess who I met on the flight over," Joseph chuckled. "Rogue Darkholme. The architect. We're going to travel together for a bit."
Ororo's eyes widened. "I see..." she said was calmly as she could. "Well, enjoy your time, Joseph. Thank you for your call. You have no idea how much it's helped..."
"No problem! Bye!" The man hung up and Ororo put the phone down. She rummaged through the papers on her desk. She had planned Joseph's vacation, including the hotels where he would be staying, in accordance to Professor X's instructions. She had a list of all the places he would be going, all the tours he would be taking and when he would be there.
If Joseph was traveling with Rogue, he'd just made Remy's job a thousand times easier. All the Cajun man had to do was play catch up.
"First thing is first..." she said as she lifted her purse and took searched for a small card. She pulled out the card and dialed the number.
"Lensherr Architectural Firm, Raven Darkholme speaking." a woman answered.
"Mrs. Darkholme, this is Ororo Munroe, we met the other day at the airport." Ororo said coolly.
"Oh yes, Miss Munroe, to what do I owe this phone call to?" Raven replied. She was sitting at her desk, looking over some blue prints.
"I just received a call from an associate of mine who is in Europe. He also knows Rogue. Apparently, he took the same flight as her and they met up on the way there." Ororo answered.
From her office with a view, Raven nearly shot up in her seat. "Where are they?" she asked immediately.
"In London, about to go on a bus tour of the city. Do you have a phone number in which I may contact Remy?"
Remy stretched as he emerged from the train station. He took a deep breath and rubbed his shoulders as he looked around the city. He'd been in London several times before. As soon as he got off the plane, he contacted Rogue's mother to report.
But before he did, he saw that he had a voice message from Ororo of all people. He looked down at the phone. "Wonder what Stormy's calling for..."
He dialed the number. "Remy, it's Ororo. Joseph, Professor X's body guard, is on vacation in Europe for two weeks and it turns out he was on the same plane as Rogue. He said that they're going to travel together for a while. They will be staying at the Sanctuary House..."
She proceeded to tell him the address and the phone number that Joseph had given her. However, Remy didn't pay attention to the address or the number. His mind focused on what was most relevant to him.
Rogue was traveling with Joseph. ALONE.
"Non...don't think like dat," he snapped at himself. "Dere just friends..." he murmured, even as jealousy rose inside of him. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down before he started his little mission.
Now that he knew were she was, he could quickly dump his bags at his hotel and take the Tube to their hotel. As he emerged from the lobby of his hotel, he did a double take. He could've sworn he saw a streak of white hair on the passing double decker bus. "Rogue...?"
Remy...? The brunette looked over her shoulder as she passed by a large hotel on her tour bus.
"Rogue?" a deep voice said beside her. Rogue snapped up from where she was sitting on the top of a double decker tour bus. They'd been on the thing the entire day, getting off at certain spots and looking around before catching the next tour bus to continue on.
They had just gotten back from the Tower of London. "Did yah say, something, sugh?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows.
Joseph tilted his head to the side. "I wanted to know if you wanted to get off and ride that boat down the Thames."
Rogue forced herself to recognize what he was talking about and nodded. "Yeah...sure..." She looked over her shoulder once more and Joseph frowned.
"Are you okay? You keep looking back there." he said.
"Oh nothing...Ah just thought Ah saw someone Ah knew..."
"Den will y' please give her a message for me?" Remy asked the woman at the counter.
"Of course, I'm sorry I couldn't be of any more help," she said as she handed in a piece of paper. Remy took a pen and scribbled down a note. He folded the paper over. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Non, dats it," Remy replied as he handed it over. "Just PLEASE make sure she gets it. I really need t' talk t' her."
The woman nodded and took the paper. Remy sighed as he walked down the stairs and down to the ground level. He had gotten to the quaint little inn in Westminster, but Rogue wasn't in. The woman wouldn't give Remy her room number, probably for security reasons, but at least he got to leave the message.
He emerged from the building and ran his hand through his hair. They were still probably out on some tour. He got back on the Tube and headed for the river. "Come on, Roguey...call me..."
He put his hand in his pocket and fumbled with the phone there, desperately willing for it to ring. His train ride to the river was faster than expected. He got out and was just emerging from the station when he reached ground level and saw the familiar streak once more.
Rogue was walking on a boat, chatting amiably with Joseph. She was using large hand motions to explain something and Joseph was smiling like an idiot beside her. Remy gritted his teeth as he ran forward. "ROGUE!" he shouted.
Over the sound of the river, the motor, and the crowds of people also on the boat with them, Rogue didn't hear the familiar voice crying out her name.
"No, the bell is called Big Ben, the tower has a completely different name, sugah," Rogue was telling Joseph. "A lot of people get that confused."
Joseph nodded and was about to say something when he happened to look up. Rogue was facing him and couldn't see the man who was running towards the boat. Joseph's eyes went wide. "Uh...Rogue, let's go by the side of the boat," he said nervously as he reached out. Rogue casually took his hand and allowed him to lead her towards the front of the boat. "I want to get some good shots of the Eye that I missed.."
"Sure." Rogue smiled.
Further back behind them, the attendants closed the gate to the boat as Remy rushed forward. "Wait! Wait! I need t' get on dat thing!"
"Do you have a ticket, sir?" a large attendant asked as he blocked off the way. Remy tried to cut around him, but the man held him back. "Sir, no ticket, no enter, got it?"
"I need t' get on dat boat!" Remy insisted.
"You need a ticket!"
"Ugh!" Remy growled and dashed to the ticket counter, cutting off an old woman. "Desole, madam," he said curtly. "Two tickets, one for de lady behind me." he told the young woman at the counter.
"Young man!" the old woman glowered. Remy handed the girl some pounds and then turned around.
"Merci for your help, madam," Remy handed her a ticket and gave a small bow as he rounded the corner and headed back towards the front of the boat. "Here's y'r stupid ticket, homme!" Remy barked as he nearly slapped the ticket against the attendant.
"I'm sorry, sir, you're going to have to wait for the next one." the attendant told him, a smug smile on his face.
"WHAT?" Remy gasped. He looked over the man's shoulder. The boat where Rogue and Joseph were standing was still docked, but preparing to move out. "What's wrong wid that one? I can still get on!" He practically screamed.
"The next one will be here in ten minutes, sir-"
"I can still make it!" Remy jumped over the railing
"Hey! Hey!" the attendant shouted as he whirled around. Remy was making a mad dash to the boat. "Stop him!"
Another attendant tried to stop him, but Remy easily slipped out of his grasp. The boat began moving and was pulling away from the dock. Remy frowned. "Oh, no, y' don't..." Remy gritted his teeth and jumped.
To one side of the boat, someone let out a scream as Remy flew out and grabbed the railing to the edge of the boat. "Oh my God!" someone shouted. "Are you crazy?
With straining arms, Remy pulled himself over the railing of the boat and rolled out on to the deck. He was panting as he laid there. "Sir, are you okay?" someone asked over him. Remy nodded and paused for a moment to take another breath.
"Fine..." he breathed. As the boat moved away from the dock, Remy stood up and stumbled to the railing. He smirked as he waved back at the two attendants. "Thanks for y'r help, mon amis!" He shouted sarcastically as he laughed. As he turned around to look for Rogue, his eyes happened to move back to the dock. His mouth dropped. "Non...NON!" he screamed as his hand grasped his head in frustration. "ROGUE!"
Rogue and Joseph weren't going ON the boat. They were DISEMBARKING. The two were now walking the side walk along the river bank, still talking. Rogue looked around, confused. "Do yah hear someone calling mah name?" she asked Joseph as she glanced around. "Ah could've sworn Ah heard someone screaming out 'Rogue'."
Joseph looked back over hiss shoulder at the man who was now stuck on a boat, being carried back up the river. Remy looked like he was going to pull all of his thick, luxurious hair out at any moment. Joseph chuckled and shook his head. "No, I don't hear anything."
"It's probably just me..." Rogue shrugged. "Oh well, let's get back and hit some clubs! What do yah say?"
"So long as we don't stay out too late," Joseph told her. "I'm going to see Stonehenge tomorrow."
"Sounds fun! Is it a whole day thing?" Rogue asked. Joseph nodded. "Then Ah'm there."
They arrived at Victoria Station to get on their tour bus to Stonehenge. Rogue beamed happily as she climbed aboard the Mercedes Benz tour bus and took the window seat next to Joseph. "So have you ever been to Stonehenge?" Joseph asked. Rogue nodded.
"One time with mah momma and Kurt and another with Jean and the girls," Rogue told him. "Yah're not allowed ta actually touch the stones. Yah are far away from them, but it makes for a nice picture."
"I'm glad I bought this new camera then." Joseph stated as the bus started to move.
"Don't forget to email meh some of them when yah get back home," Rogue reminded him. "We got some good shots in yesterday."
Joseph nodded and then turned his attention to the kindly woman who was going to be their tour guide for the day. Rogue looked out the window as they were passing through urban London. Just as she did, her eyes locked with a pair of glowing red ones that stared at up at her parting bus with surprise.
"Remy...?" she whispered. She felt her heart skip a breath.
"Rogue, are you okay?" Joseph asked beside her. "You look flushed."
Rogue's face carried the look of sheer confusion as she turned her head and looked up at Joseph. "Ah'm fine... For a second, Ah though..." Rogue looked back out her window. There was no one there now. She shook her head "Never mind..."
Stonehenge! Remy's mind screamed as he ran towards the bus stop. There had to be another tour leaving for Stonehenge that day. He was sure he saw Rogue now. They had locked eyes as her bus stopped at the cross walk he was at. He was on his way to their hotel, too. Luckily, he saw her else he'd be waiting the whole day. Chere, why didn't y' call me? his mind asked, hurt.
From the look of utter shock on Rogue's face, she didn't know he was in London, meaning she probably never got the message. Remy tried to quell his excitement. While Rogue looked shocked to see him, Rogue didn't exactly look happy to see him either. He rushed to the counter and bought a seat to the next bus to Stonehenge. He had seen the destination on the bus Rogue was in.
It was leaving in thirty minutes and he took his seat near the front of the bus for an easy exit. He sat in silence and kept his eyes out the window the entire time. Remy's heart raced with anticipation. Rogue now knew he was in Europe. Perhaps she didn't know he was there to see her, but she knew...and if he knew Rogue, she would expect to meet him soon.
"Rogue?"
"AH!" The brown haired woman nearly threw her audio guide stick into the air as she whirled around. She was half way around the circular path that went around Stonehenge. Joseph gave her an apologetic look.
"Sorry to scare you...but you look...jumpy."
"So yah snuck up on meh?" Rogue asked with a frown. Joseph looked hurt and she sighed tiredly. "Ah'm sorry...Ah am a bit jumpy right now..."
"Why? Is something wrong?"
Rogue took a deep breath. "Remy is here."
"You saw him?" Joseph asked, sounding defeated. "Where? At the boat?"
"No, at this cross walk by the..." she trailed off and narrowed her eyes. "Did yah see him before?" she demanded. Joseph took a cautious step back.
"Well...I saw him yesterday when we were on the Thames-"
"And yah didn't tell meh?" Rogue roared, earning her some strange looks from the people around her. Joseph cowered down.
"I thought you didn't want to see him, so I didn't want to tell you." he told her. Rogue took a deep breath and ran a hand down her face.
"It's not yer fault..." she answered tiredly. "Ah'm sorry, sugah...Ah've just been...it's been...tiring." Joseph nodded as Rogue put her audio stick down and headed back to towards the entrance.
"Rogue, where are you going?"
"Ah'll meet yah on the bus, sugah," Rogue told him tiredly. "Ah don't feel like sight seeing..." She walked down the path and returned her audio guide stick. She was about to walk through the gates when she saw another tour group walking towards her. Among them, a tall, red eyed Cajun. She sucked in a sharp breath as her eyes darted around.
They landed on to the already crowded gift shop. Good enough! Rogue dove inside and cowered in the furthest corner until she was sure they had passed. As soon as she believed they were gone, she slipped out and made a bee line for her bus.
The driver let her and she went to the very back and hide. Cautiously, she peeked out the window, just in case Remy appeared and came looking for her. Five minutes later, Joseph arrived, looking for her and with a cup of soup from the kitchen on site.
"He's looking for you," he said as he sat down next to her and handed her the soup. "I had to hide out before he could find me and question me about you."
"Thanks, Joe..." she said as she carefully brought the soup up to her lips. She looked out the window nervously. "Ah don't know what ta say ta him..."
"Well...what happened?" Joe asked cautiously. "Maybe I can help?"
Rogue gave him a thankful smile, but shook her head. "It's a long story..."
"We have time," Joe said as he checked his watch. "The bus doesn't move for another fifteen minutes...Then we're off to Bath."
Rogue sighed and looked down at her drink. "It's like this..."
The rest of the day went without a hitch. They went to Bath and then Salisbury on their tour bus. Apparently, Remy's bus tour only went to Stonehenge and Bath. And after she spent two hours dodging him through the Roman Baths, she was home free.
When they were dropped off close to their hotel, Rogue looked at her watch. "Ah have ta get out of here..." she told Joseph nervously as her eyes darted around, half expecting Remy to jump out at any second.
"I have one more day here. I was going to go to Windsor Castle tomorrow," Joseph said. "Can you hang around for one more day?"
"Where are yah gonna head to after London?" Rogue asked.
"Paris. I was going to take-"
"The Eurostar..." Rogue trailed off with a nod. "Do meh a favor, sugah. Can yah call your hotel in Paris and see if yah can get another room for meh?"
"Sure, for how many nights?" Joseph asked.
"Tomorrow and as long as yah are gonna be there," Rogue said calmly. "I'm leaving London tomorrow morning." Joseph's eyes widened.
"Are you sure?" he asked, worriedly. "Alone?"
"It wouldn't be the first time," Rogue said. "Ah'm going ta head over to the station and by a ticket ta Eurostar for tomorrow morning. Ah'll meet yah at the hotel, okay?"
"Sure," Joseph said. "What about dinner?"
"Ah'll find something ta eat," Rogue assured him as she headed towards the nearest Underground station. "Thanks, Joe!"
The woman disappeared and Joseph sighed. He turned around and headed to his hotel. From the coffee shop window next to the station where they had been dropped off, Remy placed some money on the table and went after Rogue.
He didn't want to alarm her or make her think that he was following her. He carefully trailed her and made sure to stay out of her sight. He caught her looking at the train directory and realized she was going to a particular station. Once the train arrived, he got on and took a seat in the corner. Rogue was in the next car over.
After half a dozen stops, they got out and sure enough, there was Rogue, amongst the crowd heading towards the surface. Remy followed after her to the Waterloo station. He hid around the corner as Rogue went to ask about a Eurostar ticket.
"Ah need the first train out tomorrow morning ta Paris," Rogue said calmly. "Ah'll be paying in cash."
She's trying to run away...well, chere...Remy has a surprise for y'. Remy narrowed his eyes and slipped into a seat. He ordered some coffee as he watched Rogue through the glass. She bought a ticket and then headed out. As soon as she was gone, Remy paid for his drink and headed for the counter.
"Bon jour, chere," he said coolly as he shot the woman a winning smile. "My wife just came here and bought a ticket for Eurostar. I need t' get de seat right next t' her...perhaps y' can help me, oui?"
Dats right, Roguey...y' can run, but Remy's gonna catch up ta y' when y' least expect it.
"Hi, Ah'm Anna Marie Darkholme, room 401," Rogue said with a warm smile as she stood at the front desk of her hotel lobby. "Ah needed ta pay for mah stay. Ah'm checking out tomorrow morning."
"Let me pull up your account, Miss Darkholme." the woman at the front counter said. As she began to type at her key board, she froze. "Oh yes, that reminds me! I completely forgot!" Rogue tilted her head to the side in question as the woman pulled out a sip of paper and put it on the counter. "A handsome young gentleman came by yesterday and dropped this off for you. I'm sorry, I completely forgot."
"Oh...thank you..." Rogue trailed off. She stared at the slip of paper as her heart began to race. She knew it exactly who it was from. What other handsome young gentlemen would leave her a note? A trembling hand reached out and she picked up the paper. Rogue swallowed nervously.
Chere, a wise man once said dat a man in love is a fool. Well, this fool will follow you to the ends of the earth. Here is my number... I love you, Rogue. Please, give me a chance to. With Love, Always, Remy.
"Miss? Miss?" Rogue's eyes darted up as the woman at the counter stood up and handed her a box of tissues, worriedly. "Are you all right? You just started crying!" Rogue's eyes widened as she raised her hand and gingerly touched her cheeks. Sure enough, there were tears streaming down.
"Ah'm...Ah'm fine..." Rogue wheezed as she plucked out some tissue and wiped her eyes. Oh, Gawd, Remy...what are yah doing ta meh...?
"Was it bad news?" the woman asked as Rogue crunched the paper in her hand. She shook her head.
"At this point, sugah..." Rogue said as she closed her eyes. "Ah don't know..."
She clutched the Eurostar ticket against her chest like a safety blanket as she walked through security. She took a deep breath as she looked down at her train car number and then back up at the train before her. In three hours, she would be in Paris.
In three hours, she would be away from Remy.
Rogue choked back a cry. No! She couldn't think of him now...not after she flew over an ocean to try to clear her mind. And when Remy was around, her mind was anything but clear. She had left early that morning, determined to get to the train station and on that train before anyone was the wiser.
However, Joseph had showed up at her door that morning, offering to at least accompany her there. The man was so sweet, if not over-baringly so. When he had surprised her with a cup of coffee while she was waiting in line at the station, she suddenly felt a wave of disappointment.
Not because she was leaving behind Joseph, but because Remy wasn't the one giving her coffee. Now the young woman trudged up the steps into her train car. She picked up her bag and shoved into an open space on the luggage rack before heading towards her seat. The seat next to her was empty, as were the two seats in front of her.
Rogue found it easily and sat down. There was a small table in front of her and she found some little menu on what could be bought to eat while on the three hour trip. As she flipped through it, she felt her heart slowly calm down. The soon she was out of England, the sooner she would be away from Remy. Yet part of her heart hurt. It felt disappointed.
Maybe Ah want Remy ta find meh... Instantly, Rogue shook her head and turned away. "No...Ah'm being foolish..."
...this fool will follow you to the ends of the earth... Rogue closed her eyes tightly as she looked out the window. The early morning sun was shining in her face. Slowly, the train began to move. Rogue's hand traveled down to her jacket pocket where a crinkled and tear stained piece of paper was folded lovingly.
"Yah're a fool, Remy LeBeau..." she whispered as she stared out her window.
"But I'm a fool in love." a deep voice said beside her. Rogue stiffened in her seat as her heart began to race in her chest. She recognized that voice like she recognized her own. She could tell the second he spoke from his tone and his smooth accent. She could FEEL him beside her...the heat from his body, the scent of his after shave...
"Oh, Gawd..." Rogue's slender hands gripped the table in front of her as her flushed face slowly turned and looked up.
"Dat's got t' count for something, oui?"
Rogue felt like running away. Like melting into the seat and disappearing. She felt like crying, like hitting him, like screaming... Her eyes rimmed with tears as she realized with bitter disappointment and equal revelry that what she wanted to do the most was run into his arms.
A.N. - Sanctuary House is a great little inn with close access to the Tube, in the heart of Westminster. If you ever go to London, stay there! My friends and I enjoyed it. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it was rather fast paced and all over the place. Joseph is gone... for now.