Disclaimer: Marvel's, not mine.

Thanks to the reviews once again.

Maybe things will clear up a bit in this chapter.

If not, you'll just have to keep reading.

This chapter is a little slow. It picks up a bit next chapter, as far as the twists and turns go.

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"I'm really here Rogue."

He was probably saying this because she was staring despondent out the window.

"Rogue, you never buried me. Did you ever see a body?"

She clicked her teeth against her tongue. Her mind was spinning. One hand clutched the sheet close to her chest.

"Your father took care o'all of that."

"Rogue," she heard him start hesitantly. "I'm part o'an organization. One I can't talk bout'."

Rogue snorted, but ignored looking to her left.

"Everything got so difficult between us chere."

"What's that supposed t'mean?" She turned now, long locks swinging against her bare neck.

"It means I thought it'd be for the best."

Rogue slammed her fist into the nearby wall, and nearly dropped the sheet covering her naked body.

"Damn it Remy. When are ya going t'stop being so selfish!"

She was fairly certain she wasn't looking at him for fear that he would really become real again.

She felt him move closer, too close really.

"It was my father's choice. We had to make me disappear."

Remy rested one hand on her bare shoulder, and she felt her knees buckle. Shaking, she started to cry, her empty hand rising to her face, covering her distorted features.

"I did it for my family chere."

He pulled her into a tight hug then, and she was too weak to push him away. And he felt the same. All she could do was rest her head against his chest and cry.

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Rogue sat crying in the bathroom stall. Naturally this was what was supposed to happen, He was leaving.

The blood kept running, and she was afraid to go back to her classroom.

She knew what this was.

The truth was she wasn't sure what she would have done.

She loved Remy, more than she should. More than she loved herself.

That love kind of love cannot possibly expect reciprocation.

So, she was twenty-one years old, and fairly certain she'd already made a lifetime of mistakes.

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Her tears soaked into his shirt, and she felt his hand run through her hair, up her neck. Just like he always used to do.

Except he never used to have time for her tears.

He used to walk away from them.

"Why'd you come back now Remy?"

It was barely audible. And she clenched his sides as hard as she could.

"T'see if I could alter my mistakes."

She pulled away then, and partially collapsed, before picking herself back up.

"Remy," she breathed.

"I know I hurt you. I know you thought I was dead."

Rogue picked up the throw pillow at her side and hurled it at him. He dodged it easily.

"You were dead! I died!"

His chin shook then, and she swore he would cry.

"I never loved anyone else Rogue."

"So what!" Rogue threw one hand into the air.

He didn't dare take a step close to her.

"Rogue, I've been around death all my life-"

"But ya never lost someone you loved like meh."

He shook his head silently, auburn hair washing across his eyes.

"Non."

"It's different Remy. It's a different sort of death."

"I know Rogue. But I left for New York. I naively thought you would stop thinkin' bout' me."

Rogue covered her eyes and ran a hand through her hair.

"You shoulda written me a note. Given me a clue you were still alive."

"Shoulda chere."

"Remy," Rogue looked at him with every ounce her heart could give. "You and I were lucky. Our love was hard, but it was real."

"I know, dat's why I'm back here."

"No." Rogue put one hand in the air. "It doesn't work like that."

There was a long pause as a thousand terrible realizations were made between them. You could feel the tension that may have been love.

"Please leave Remy."

He nodded, his red eyes glinting with disappointment, but said nothing.

And he was gone. Again.

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Rogue loaded a third packet of sugar into her coffee just as Kitty joined her table.

"Ugh, sorry Rogue. Class got out late."

Rogue made no attempt to remove the big round shades from her eyes as she shrugged at Kitty's comment.

"So." Kitty let her words drag out for emphasis. "What's up?"

Rogue scratched her chin, barely touching her skin. The movement was just a distraction. She sipped her coffee.

"I don't really know how to say this Kitty."

"Um," Kitty swallowed, leaning forward in her chair. "You're gonna have to try, because you're scaring me a little."

Rogue nodded but didn't say anything.

"Just use words."

Rogue shot Kitty an annoyed glance.

"That's helpful Kit." Slowly, Rogue sighed and removed her sunglasses.

Kitty's foot began to tap.

"I'm pregnant Kitty."

Kitty's jaw twitched, eyes frozen, staring some place else. "Uh-huh."

"Uh-huh." Rogue repeated.

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Rogue slipped on a form fitting, long sleeved dress, and wrapped a loosely hung belt around her hips.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and felt everything spin around her for a second.

She wondered if she had imagined that entire scene.

She had done that before.

She would go downstairs. She would see if the other girls had seen him. She would find out if she was crazy.

She saw Betsy first, and the young woman arched her brows and crossed her arms.

"Well, it seems Remy went through me to get to you."

Betsy smiled then.

But Rogue didn't.

She moved cautiously into the living room. He was sitting on the arm of the couch.

A wave of confusion swept over Rogue, as she remembered an evening of stars and dark skies. Of love she supposed.

"I can't leave yet chere."

Her shoulders slumped. She wasn't sure she could handle this.

"Just give me one hour."

He wasn't looking at Betsy or Jean in the corner.

Just staring at her.

"This better not be another one o'your games Remy," Rogue whispered softly.

"We're past dat point Rogue."

He slipped off the couch and took one step forward before freezing and glancing at Betsy.

"It's not dat easy."

Rogue had never seen Betsy look so off balance, her eyes wide.

"What?" She asked, confusion and rage now slightly filling her eyes.

"To read my mind."

Betsy kept her lips tight as she examined him.

"Yes. Just like Rogue."

Rogue knew her roommates wanted to know what was going on.

But, so did she.

"Let's go Remy. Make this quick."

Not a flicker of emotional change. He still had the perfect poker face.

Her heart said yes.

Her head said no.

But she walked out the door with him anyway.

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As they walked across the front lawn, the rainwater in the grass began to soak through Rogue's boots.

"I hate the cold," Rogue stated quietly.

Remy smiled softly.

"No one knows the cold better den me chere."

She smelt the cigarette smoke waft towards her, and looked towards him.

Really looked.

"You always thought your problems were bigger than everyone's else's Remy." He didn't say anything or look at her. Just inhaled and exhaled.

"I've learned how t'deal with my own problems now. You never had the time or interest."

Remy nodded this time.

"I know you think I ain't being fair," Rogue looked forward, and felt a sprinkle of rain hit her nose.

"When I was a little girl Remy, I was going t'be something great."

Remy looked at her. "You are something great Rogue."

Rogue shook her head vigorously. "Something greater. The greatest Remy." They were on the sidewalk now, and she realized they didn't have a destination. "I thought you were part of that equation."

"You thought I'd make you great?"

"Yes," Rogue whispered. "To the point where I stopped thinkin' bout myself."

She looked at him, and they both stopped. Eyes wide. Green versus red. Opposites on the color wheel. Opposites in life.

"You were the greatest to me swamp rat. I almost disappeared."

"Rogue." His words caught mid-air, his lips parted, but nothing was said. He looked frozen, almost afraid. "I thought about you every day chere. Every fucking day."

"Yeah." It wasn't a question, but her eyes were challenging. "Well, I visited your grave every week. I put flowers on my lover's grave." Rogue's full lips paused, eyes moving to the ground. "And one day I looked up, and the sun was shining for the first time in a month. I cried Remy. And I continued to cry for a long time."

"I know."

Rogue looked up, startled. Water was beginning to form, ready to spill down her cheeks. "What?"

"I watched you from time t'time. Couldn't help it."

"Couldn't help it?" Her voice was rising, her fists clenching.

"I love you Rogue. I missed being close t'you."

She was hyperventilating. So close to screaming.

"How close did y'get to me?"

She wanted desperately for him to say that he was at a great distance. A place she would never have noticed.

"A breath away chere."

"What? Ho-ow?" She stuttered because everything had begun to spin again.

"You weren't lookin' for me chere. You thought I was dead."

Her entire face contorted with anger, her chest unsure of its own heartbeat, racing up and down.

"I didn't think you were dead Remy." She spoke the words slow.

His eyes shifted.

"I saw ya places you shouldn't – no couldn't a'been."

"Oh."

Yes, he realized now.

"Dat's why you were at dat Xavier Institute?"

Rogue swallowed and she knew her knees would give away any second and she would collapse on the street. So she began to take a few steps backwards. His eyes followed her movements.

"Rogue, please," He began, one hand reaching out.

She sucked in every beautiful feature of his face. The memories that were implanted on every inch of skin. She still remembered every detail.

But there were times when you had to let things go.

Even if it was a perfect fit.

Un-freezing the moment, Rogue turned and ran.

Tears hit her face, the wind holding them in place.

When she was a little girl she had wanted to be the greatest. She was running from something now that had both poisoned and given her life.

The only thing she felt right now was her heart dividing itself.

There was nothing great about it.

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Author's note: Here are a few pointers. If you don't want them, don't read on:

Remy is alive. He is NOT a figment of her imagination.

If you didn't catch it this chapter, Rogue had a miscarriage. I watched a girl have a miscarriage at school, in a public bathroom a month ago. It was heartbreaking.

Everything else will just have to be weaved out in the story. Although, it should be much clearer from here on out.