Forever in a Distorted Mind

Summary: (AU : No powers) Rogue has a hereditary problem and a mental condition. No one knows how or why it happened but everyone wants to know it and why she's in Remy's care.

WHEEEEEEEEEEE! My exams are over for the moment. tears of joy stream from my eyes. So now I can update the story. Grin

Please note that the first part of this chapter happens while Warren and Remy are at the station.

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Chapter 3

"Thought you might be hungry so I got us somethin' to eat" John said as Rogue let him in. He sat the plastic McDonalds bags on the table as Rogue locked the door.

"So, shiela, did you get any word from Remy?" he asked but Rogue just shook her head. "That's mighty odd, maybe the feds got 'im." He joked as he removed the food from the bag.

"Don't joke lahke that. Besides that's not tha problem." She stated as she sat down at the table a picked up a burger.

"Really? Wanna talk 'bout it?" John asked putting some fries in his mouth. Rogue just looked at him, chewing the chicken burger.

She swallowed and was about to reply when she heard a cry. "Oh, looks lahke the baby woke up. Excuse me a moment." Then she got up and headed to the bedroom.

John just watched her enter the bedroom and continued eating.

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"Hush, dear, shhhh." Rogue was trying to coax the child to rest but apparently it wanted to stay awake. She placed the screaming bundle back in the crib and picked up a mat and rolled it up. The screams were beginning to get softer as she reached in the crib again.

Rogue just sighed and exited the room with the child in tow.

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John watched the door to the bedroom waiting for Rogue to come out. After a while she came out and headed to the living area, which was visible from the dining area. John watched as she carefully balanced and set up the mat at an empty space on the floor.

Rogue looked up at John and smile. After placing a few toys around her child she headed back to the table and they continued their meal, Rogue occasionally looking over to make sure the child was fine.

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At the police station:

'Merde, I need t' call Rogue.' Remy thought to himself while fidgeting in his seat. The 'film room' as the policeman called it, was so stuffy and the film was so old and not worth his time. Not that he was paying attention anyway. 'Remy th'ught h' b' getting' t' make at leas' une call.' Remy sighed a flopped down on the table thing attached to the chair.

Warren looked over to Remy. He wanted to beat the Cajun so badly and extract any information on Rogue he had. But he just sighed and waited till they could leave. Fighting in a police station was not what they needed right now.

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Rogue and John sat in the living room watching the television, Rogue occasionally looking towards the trying to walk child. John looked over from the television. Still getting no word from Remy, he could see Rogue was really worried. So he decided to lighten the mood a little.

"So, how old is the little ankle biter."

"'Bout a year. Tryin' to walk now and only gurgles a few words. Ah'm tryin' to make the brat say 'mama' but it's a no-go." She said looking intently at the little ankle biter as John so kindly called it. John just laughed.

"Well then 'mama', ya hav' your work cut out for ya." John joked, earning him a hit in the back of his head. "Ow, what was that for!" he screeched holding his head.

"Sounds weird when you say 'mama'. Don't spoil it."

There was a small silence then they both broke out laughing.

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Time continuation from chapter two:

Remy made his way into the apartment. It was about late afternoon now or early evening. He didn't care, he was just tired. He wasn't sure if he wanted to arrange a meeting between Warren and Rogue . 'After all, Remy said he'd see w'at he could do.' Remy smirked at the thought and enter the elevator.

Reaching his floor, he headed to his unit. He scearched his pockets and reliaze he didn't take the keys with him this morning. He sighed and rang the doorbell. 'Cherie has t'e b' back by now.' He thought as he saw her shoes by the shoe cabinet. His gazed stopped at a certain pair of male sneakers though. Male sneakers that weren't his. His mind was beginning to jump to conclusion when the door opened.

"Remy?" Rogue said. "Where tha hell hav' ya been. Ah was worried." Remy stared at her for a moment.

"Cherie, is anyone else here?" he asked calmly.

"Yea, John. He came ova when ah called him t' see if ya were at his place." Remy just breathe in relief and entered the apartment.

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Warren got up to his room in the inn. Looking around the single bedroom he let out a sigh. He had a sinking feeling that Remy was sure not to keep their arrangement. 'At least I found her.' He thought to himself.

'Now how to get her to come home with me.' He contemplated on ideas how to ask Rogue to come home. Her reaction to him earlier was very displeasing to him. He couldn't understand why though. Searching through his travel bag, he wonder what he might have done wrong. Finally finding the object of his search he sighed and pulled out his cell phone.

Opening the book he looked up a number and dialed. After a tone he got an answer, "Yes." A strict woman's voice said.

"I found her."

Tbc...

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I don't know why but as I was beginning to write this I had a craving for McDonalds. So I put it in. Anyway, what do you think? Not much Remy and Warren in this chapter though.

I wanna make Remy a bit edgy when other guys are around Rogue. I mean who can blame him right.