Rogue stomped into her room furiously and slammed the door behind her. Who do he think he was? He just waltzed in here like nothing, like he his harsh words were nothing. Rogue slammed her fist down on her dresser, breaking in half, which made her even angrier. She needed some fresh air. She walked over to the window, threw it open and stuck her head out. She flew out the window and walked to the front of the mansion, deciding to wait for David there in case Remy went to her room. She was not going to let him ruin her night.

Remy walked into Rogue's room, expecting her to be there, ready for a fight. But she wasn't there. He checked the bathroom before walking to the open window to look out. He saw Rogue pacing at the end of the driveway when a car pulled up alongside her. A nice car. A nice car with a man at the wheel. That explained the dress, she had a date. Remy smiled before running downstairs to follow her, only to be intercepted by Jean.

"Bobby told me what happened in the kitchen. Rogue's been looking forward to tonight, please don't ruin it for her," she said eying him suspiciously.

"I wouldn't do anything' like that chere. 'Sides I didn' even know what was goin' on until you jus' tol' me," he replied, flashing her a smile.

"Just give her some space, o-kay?"

"Sure thin'," he said walking away hurriedly.

Remy hooped onto his bike thinking he'd never catch up with them, but, lucky for him, her date drove slow. So slow Remy thought he could have run after the car and saved some gas. When they finally arrived at the restaurant Remy parked his bike in the back, while they went to the valet. Once inside Remy sat at the crowded bar, watching them. Rogue's back was to him, so Remy knew she wouldn't see him.

He noticed Rogue didn't have any gloves on, then he realized she hadn't had any on when she had slapped him either. Remy leaned closer, watching them eat. Rogue laid her hand on the table and her date put his hand atop hers. His bare hand on her bare hand. What was going on? Remy wondered. Since when could Rogue touch? Remy ordered a drink as he what else had changed since he'd left. Or maybe this was the big surprise Rogue had wanted to keep from him? No, she would have told him about this. This must have happened later.

They got up to dance, and Remy felt his anger rise, as the date rubbed his hand up and down Rogue's back. He needed another drink. He downed the bitter liquor in one gulp. Rogue kissed the date softly on the lips. Another drink. They sat down and ordered dessert, laughing and touching. Another drink, and another.

How come no one had told him about this? He thought thinking back on his conversations with Ororo. Another drink. He had asked about Rogue and she had not told him about her powers, or about this man. Another drink. This man who had obviously taken his place. Another drink. This man who kept touching and kissing his Rogue. Another drink. But she wasn't his anymore. Was she? He was going to go find out, after he had another drink.

"...And that's the third file she's lost. I mean the first two were bad enough, but I overlooked them, because they weren't that important. But this one, well that was an important file, and I almost lost a client because of it. I don't want to fire her, I mean she's a single mom with two kids and I feel bad but I don't know what to do. What do you think Anna?"

Rogue looked up and tried to look more interested. She had heard what he said, but she was distracted. Her mind kept wandering back to Remy. She wondered if he had noticed she hadn't been wearing gloves when she had slapped him.

"Well ya should talk to her. Let her know that ya don't want to fire her, but ya will if ya have eta," he nodded and continued to complain about his inept secretary, while Rogue turned her thoughts to telling David that she was a mutant. She just didn't know how he would take it. He had never talked about mutants, or his views about them.

"Maybe I just need a vacation. Maybe you can come with me, after the surgery of course," David looked at her hopefully, waiting for her answer.

"That sounds great David, but there's something Ah need ta tell ya first," Rogue paused, biting her lip, searching for the right words.

"So y' can tell him t'ings, eh Rogue. But y' keep evert'in' from Remy?"

"Do you know this man Anna?" David asked as Rogue turned panicked eyes towards him.

"So y' didn' tell him about me chere?" Remy slurred drunkly. "At leas' I'm not de only one ye keep t'ings from,"

"Remy!" Rogue said, trying not to shout, as there were already a number of people looking their way. "Ya're drunk and ya're makin' a scene, would you pleases just leave meh alone!"

"How come ye didn' tell me about your powers Rogue?"

"Rogue? Powers? What is he talking about Anna?" Remy turned his attention to David, fixing his fiery gaze on him.

"She didn' tell y', she's a mutant. Y' didn' tell him Rogue? What about us Rogue? Did y' tell him were lovers?"

"Remy Stop!" Rogue ordered. She had lost her temper now and she stood up razing her voice. " None o' that is any of your business!"

"Is what he says true, Anna?" David asked quitely, a dazed expression on his face. Rogue sighed as she looked at him.

"Yes, it's true. Ah am a mutant and he is my ex,"

"I think you better leave," David said softly.

"David, can we talk about this?" Rogue pleaded.

"Goodbye, Anna," was all he said. Rogue turned and quickly left, Remy on her heels. She stood at the curb for a moment, her arms crossed across her chest, stomping her foot, before rounding in on Remy.

"Ya've been back one day!" she yelled, holding up her index finger and shaking it in his face. "One day and ya're already messing things up!"

"I'm sorry chere," He mumbled reaching out for her, but she moved away. "I didn' know you hadn' told him dat y' were a mutant," he moved closer to her, but this time she didn't move away.

"Why are ya doin' this ta meh?" she asked. He looked at her and she tried to read the emotions swimming across his eyes, when Remy suddenly leaned forward and vomited on her shoes, before passing out cold.

"One day, LeBeau. Ya've been back one day and ya ruined my shoes, my date, and my relationship. Ah should just leave ya here, but Ororo's looking forward ta seein' ya," Rogue leaned down and pulled his keys out of his pocket. Then she lifted him up and carried him to his bike.

"Wake up, Remy," she ordered, slapping his face, gently, for it already bore a red bruise where she slapped him earlier.

"Is dat you chere?" he asked opening his eyes.

"Yeah, it's meh, now get on," she said helping him onto the back of the bike.

"I missed y' chere," He stated as she climbed onto the bike.

"Sure ya did,"

"Is dis a dream?"

"No," Rogue revved the engine before tearing out of the parking lot. Remy leaned into her and put his hand on her bare thigh, rubbing it softly. Rogue slapped his hand away.

"Y' smell good," Remy mumbled pushing her hair away from her neck and nuzzling his face into it. She shrugged him off. Rogue went even faster, desperate to get home and away from him. They were almost there, just two more blocks, when Remy put his hand back on her leg and started whispering in her ear.

"I still love y'," he whispered. Rogue slammed on the brakes and pushed him off the bike and away from her.

"Find your own way back!" she yelled, before taking his keys and flying off.