Chapter 2
Sighing gently Remy settled himself on the burgundy couch of his living room, his bed within plain sight of his two room apartment. Even though he was a master thief he kept the world from knowing his riches, with simple living. After being able to take Rouge from the hospital he realized that he had no knowledge of where she lives so he opted for the next best thing. His humble abode. He had gotten a ride from one of his friends whom worked as a receptionist at the hospital that he had taken Rogue to. Now they were both settled almost comfortably in the browns, blacks, and grays Remy called his home.
Tossing to one side Remy kept his eyes keen on his bed where his precious cargo lay with something even more precious dwelling inside of her. Remy's heart ached for her. "Why mon belle Chere? Whatchu runnin' fr'm?" He asked out loud to himself. Closing his eyes he tried to settle himself in a more comfortable position. "Remy needs a new couch." He murmured to him self laughing gently.
After managing to fall asleep for a few hours Remy awoke with a sudden feeling that something was a miss in his almost quiet home. Sitting up he looked around and saw a light under the door of his study. His eyes darted to the bed. "Chere?" he asked aloud getting up to see the bed empty but still warm. She must have just woken up. Pulling on his sunglasses, he started his way quietly across the room in bare feet. He slowly opened the door to see the two-toned beauty he wished to call his own, her back to him, her fingers moving skillfully over the keys of his piano, her fingers reciting a piece from Mozart. Moonlight Sonata, Remy wanted to say it was called. He walked towards her, his motions fluid-like and silent. Standing next to her he saw her eyes were closed, her face looking tired beneath the locks of gold and brown. Aside from the bandage covering a large gash on the side of her face, Remy had to say, she had never looked more beautiful in the whole while that he had known her. She looked so natural and comfortable in her surroundings.
"Chere?" He asked gently settling him self on the bench next to her. She seemed to have not heard his gentle whisper that or she choose to ignore it because her skilled fingers kept up their same pace. " Chere? Did somtin' wake ya?" He asked a little louder. Her fingers stopped and she looked at him.
"Why am I here?" She asked her eyes holding confusion and sadness.
"Chere, ya' was attacked b'som fella on yo' way home." Remy replied as he pushed his glasses further up his nose."Doncha 'member Rogue?" he asked his eyes shining in curiosity behind the sheets of glass that hid his eyes from the world.
Rogue held a hand to her forehead."No.." she replied looking up at him, trying to see the emotion in his eyes through the darkened glasses."I remember," She added closing her eyes "Bringing your order." She gasped as her eyes snapped open "And crimson and ebony eyes." She whispered her eyes shining with tears. "I don't remember Remy. What happened to me?" She asked in a scared tone.
"All Remy knows, Chere, is Remy foll'ing ya' to make sure ya got 'ome safe 'cause 'e saw someone outside de bar. And den dis homme saw 'im grab ya, and 'e foll'd tryin ta protect ya. Den Remy took ya to de 'ospital where 'e found out."He paused looking at the frail being before him. Not fully an adult, not fully a child.. in his eyes, a baby.. with a baby.
"When you found what out Rem?" Rogue asked a little frustrated at his lack of an answer.
"Rogue... Why didn't ya tell Remy yo' was wit' child? Is dat why ya hea' in Remy's town? Why are ya runnin Chere?"He gently grabbed her arm his eyes filled with worry. "Are ya' 'n' de bebe in trouble? Tell Remy! 'E wants ta 'elp ya 'nd de bebe." His sunglasses slipped off his face but he didn't realize. His eyes shining in worry and sadness. "Remy wants ta 'elp ya. Please tell 'im." He pleaded his eyes pleading with hers.
Rogue's eyes widened at the sight of her rescuer's eyes. She gasped softly at the emotion that played in his eyes. His eyes were beautiful. With out replying she continued to stare into his eyes. "Your eyes." she murmured captivated. Remy went to slide the sunglasses back up his nose but realized that they weren't there. Grabbing them from their place on the floor he slipped them on and bolted from the room. Confused Rogue got up to slowly follow.
Looking around she was lost in his small apartment. Smiling softly she saw the curtains of the balcony door billowing softly in the midnight breeze. She stepped outside. Glancing around her smile widened. she found hand and foot holds in the side of the apt. 'Cleaver Remy, Cleaver' She thought to her self before she took hold of the closest hand holds and began the slow cautious climb to the top of the apartment.
Hauling her self over the roof top Rogue sighed rubbing her stomach at the slight pain of her abdomen being pressed against the metal indentions of the roof. Looking around she noticed that there was a light layer of golden pollen and dirt upon the rooftops in front of her and in them? Footprints. Smiling softly she began to follow the foot prints jumping cautiously over to other roof tops.
About twenty minuets and 76 roof tops later the tracks ended. At a grave yard. Shivering Rogue realized that she should have grabbed a jacket or something in the slightly chilly night. As she slowly dropped down from the rooftop she was upon she realized that she had been standing atop a mosilium. She scanned the area . No more foot prints, the trail had ended. Sighing she began to walk slowly around the grave yard, her fingers running over every tomb stone she passed her eyes saddened at the ones that read the names of children and infants who had died young in their lives. She placed a protective hand to her stomach and sighed. She didn't want that happening to her baby. Even if they were a mistake Rogue didn't want, she still held love for the being growing in her womb.
'Remy want's ta help ya. Ya should tell him what happened. Maybe he's different than Travis. Maybe he'll actually help you and not use you.' A voice in the back of her head called to Rogue.
'What if he hurts me like Travis?' She asked back.
'You saw the look in his eyes. He meant every word. Just trust him a little and work on it? Just try it?"The voice pleaded gently. 'Come on. This is the first offer of help you've gotten in three months. You should take this chance for a little while. Take some of his hospitality. It might be good for you to relax for a while. You're 6 months pregnant. You need to take a break and keep some of the stress off of you. Think about it. Just take a load off for a while. Trust him.' The voice receded back into the back of Rogue's mind for now, leaving Rogue a little more then lost and confused.
Continuing on her walk around the graveyard she spotted the wings of an angel statue. Smiling she walked silently over to it. Walking around the front she frowned slightly. The angel was holding a large stone book. And sitting in that book with his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands was none other then the barefooted Remy.
Soft sobs shook Remy's shoulders and Rogue could see the tears running down the side of his face and his chin running trails of salty water down his arms. He'd messed up. He had let her see his eyes. Now she was probably trying to find her way home from his French Quarter based apartment 20 minuets from his own in the black of night. Sighing. The one person he had felt close to and he had messed up. A soft scratching snapped him out of his self-pitying cloud. 'Prolly just a squirrel, Rem. Snap out of it." he thought to himself as he went back to his thoughts.
He wanted to help Rogue. He wanted to make sure the baby was alright. And even give them a proper name if he had to. Just so the poor child wouldn't be completely fatherless in the world. Who was the father? Why wasn't Rogue with him?.
"Remy?" Rogue's voice called softly from down below him. Jumping Remy fell off the statue to rest on his back at her feet. He blinked dazedly up at her before realizing his glasses had fallen off and covered his eyes with an arm letting out a frustrated sigh.
"What!" He snapped, getting up and pulling on his sunglasses. " Come to call me the devil? Throw it in my face and tell me that I'm the devils child and try to find your way back to your apartment to call up everyone you know and tell them I'm the devil? Fine! Do it! I'm used to it.. Ever since I was a kid I've been tormented by them! From you it wouldn't be any different! It'd be the same. Yet more painful. Go on.'' He yelled in frustration and anger at his childhood as he walked away slowly.
He heard Rogue's soft voice follow him full of tears and terror. "I was..." She took a deep breath tears streaming down her cheeks and onto her white blouse," I was raped." He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. The word echoed loudly in his head.
