Disclaimer: still don't own the x-men

Love is an intense and complicated thing. It makes people behave in ways they normally wouldn't. Wars have been waged and cities have crumbled all in the name of love. It has given the weak courage and brought the brave to their knees. It can take a once strong woman, a woman who has faced fearsome enemies, immense pain, and horrific acts, never to waver in her strength and bravery, only to be reduced to begging, crying, fighting, and pleading, anything to keep the one that she loves in her life. That is what love did to the x-man called Rogue.

Rogue pounded on Remy's door. It had been a week since their argument and he had avoided her the entire time. Bang, bang, bang. She had tried to tell him what was going on, but he wouldn't listen. She had even camped outside his door for a whole day hoping to catch him, but he never left his room. No one had seen or heard from him either. Bang, bang, bang. If only he would listen to her she could explain.

For the past four months Rogue had been seeing a therapist. Not just any therapist though. This particular doctor specialized in the psychological ramifications of mutant powers, and how, through intense therapy, a mutant could learn to control their powers. Rogue had been recommended to Dr. Cummings, By Professor Xavier. He thought her break through approach, facetiously called mind over mutant, could help Rogue. Dr. Cumming's idea was that the mental strain of being a mutant could hinder them, and as was in Rogue's case, if they thought they could never control their mutant powers they never would.

Rogue hadn't told anyone for fear of getting her hopes up. She had seen the doctor for three months with no progress. Rogue was ready to call the whole thing a failure when they had made a breakthrough. She had been able to touch someone for thirty seconds. This quickly progressed to a minute, and then two, and then three. That had been one week ago. Rogue still did not tell anyone in case it was just a fluke. What if she regressed? It was still very hard for her to control her powers, what if she never got any better at it? She couldn't disapoint him like that. Bang,bang,bang. But she was going to have to tell him. Ready or not, control or no, she had to tell him before it was to late, if it wasn't already.

"Remy!" she called through the door, "Please let me explain. Ah'll tell ya everything jus' please open tha door!" Rogue yelled, losing her patience. How could he give up on them so easily? Wasn't their love worth fighting for? Rogue remembered their argument, why didn't she just tell him then? Why was she always so stubborn?

"Ya open this door right now Remy LeBeau or Ah swear ta God Ah'll break it down!" Bang, bang, bang! Rogue looked at her watch, nine p.m., it was getting late. She put her ear up to the door, she could hear him moving around in their, but he ignored her. Bang, bang, bang. She waited, tapping her foot impatiently, still no reply. She waited for another twenty minute when she had enough. She grabbed the door, tore it angrily from it's hinges, and threw it to the ground. She stomped into the room, but he wasn't in there. Confused, she looked around, she knew she had heard him. She sat down on the edge of his bed and noticed his window was open. She ran to it and looked out, only to see Remy hurrying towards the garage, from the other side of the mansion. He must have left a while ago. Rogue flew out the window and followed him.

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Remy was carrying a small duffel bag, which he hooked to the back of his motorcycle. He pushed the bike out of the garage and climbed on. He started the engine and tore down the long drive, at full speed. He should have put on his helmet, he almost wrecked when Rogue landed in his path. He slammed on the brake and swerved around her. He knew hitting her wouldn't have hurt her, but it would have wrecked his bike. She stared at him suspiciously, hands on hips, eyebrows arced, and Remy began to wonder have second thoughts about leaving. He put on his helmet, so he couldn't see her as well,and reminded himself this was for the best.

"Where ya goin' sugah?" Rogue questioned. He had been hoping to avoid this.He didn't want to get into it with her. He had just wanted to sneak off. He should have just left, should have never snuck into her room, stolen what he had. But he needed that memento, to help him leave her. He knew it would be hard, and seeing her would make it even harder, but he had to go. If only he had left a little sooner, made up his mind to go a little faster, this could have been avoided.

Remy let his head fall back with a groan. The night sky was cloudy and loomed ominously overhead. The clouds moved across the moon, leaving little light. Thunder cracked and lightning flashed, a storm was coming. How appropriate, he thought. Another type of storm was about to start. Remy looked back at her, waiting for an answer, and prayed for her to go. The wind whipped angrily, blowing her hair around, but she was still there.

"I've got t' go chere, I'm sorry," he finally sighed, revving his engine. He knew she would not move, would not let him leave without a fight. The rain began to pour down angrily, as the two tried to stare each other down, and Remy knew it would be a long night.