"Well that was probably one of the most interesting dinners I've had in a long time," Remy laughed as he flopped on the bed, "Way to stand your ground. Jean Luc may not like it but I think you earned the respect of a lot of people tonight."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, until Julien tries to crawl into the bed while I sleep and you're gone."

He looked at her, his voice serious, "He is not going to lay a hand on you."

She was about to answer but her phone rang, "Sorry, it's Sam. I'm gonna take this," he walked towards the balcony, "Hey, I hope you got home safe. We just finished up dinner with Remy's family," Remy tried to listen in, "Sure, what do you want to talk about? Oh…I see. No, it's not like that, we're just friends. Of course, I do. No, Sam…no, I understand. I think you are really great too. Yeah, we can still be friends. Absolutely, if you can see it working better with someone else you should one hundred percent go for it. Yeah, you too. Happy Holidays. Bye, Sam."

He touched her shoulder, "That didn't sound like a good kind of talk."

She chuckled, "He said he doesn't see it working between us long term and the more he thought about it the more didn't want to just be a rebound. Which is fair and it's not like he's wrong. I won't be around long term. He also…"

"He also," his curiosity peaking.

She turned to look at him, "He also said that he can tell that I'm…not over you."

"I see," he thought for a moment, "Are you?"

Her brow furrowed, "Am I what?"

He touched the side of her face, "Over me?"

She took his hand in hers, "We should get some rest, it's been a long day."

She walked back inside, laying on the daybed. He followed, what kind of stupid question was that? Of course, she was over him. Just because she hadn't slept with Sam didn't mean she still wanted to be with him. Rogue wasn't exactly the type of person to just throw herself at someone, she took her time to get to know them. To feel for them, fall for them. He walked over to her, pulling the covers over her and kissing her cheek. He'd offered for them to both share the bed but she insisted on sleeping separately.

"Good night Remy," she whispered as he crawled into bed.

"Good night Rogue," he whispered back, "Have the sweetest of dreams."

She waited until she thought he was asleep, "It won't change anything but no," her voice cracked a little, "I am very much not over you."

He listened as she tried to quiet herself, small sobs escaping her lips. He felt wet slide down the sides of his face. The crying stopped a few minutes later. He felt like he'd been sucker punched. She wasn't over him, but she didn't want to be with him? That made absolutely no sense to him. He didn't have the heart to respond to her. He closed his eyes, praying sleep would come quickly.

"Rogue," he sat up, rubbing his eyes, "Chere," he squinted at the sunlight, "Rogue, you in the bathroom?"

He stretched and looked around the room. The daybed was made with her pajamas neatly folded on her pillow. Maybe she had gone downstairs for breakfast. Remy dragged himself out of bed, brushed his teeth and got dressed then headed downstairs. He was a little surprised to find both the kitchen and the dining room empty. He paused when he heard a grunting sound in the basement. His brows furrowed as he headed to the basement door. He ran down the steps when he heard a mix between a grunt and a yell. He was taken back by what he saw.

"What the hell are you doing," Remy demanded as Rogue wrenched Henry's arms behind his back while jamming her one foot into his back and the heel of her other foot into his ribs.

"Good morning to you too sleepy head," she chirped, "Henry and Merci said they'd spar with me," she pushed her legs out farther, causing Henry to yelp, "I'm surprised you slept in so late."

"Uncle, uncle," Henry grunted.

"Oh," she released his arms, "Sorry Henry."

He rolled his shoulders then stretched his back, "Who trained her, Special Forces?"

"Worse," Remy shivered, "A Wolverine."

"A what," Merci asked while rubbing her leg.

"My dad, Logan," Rogue glared at Remy, "We call him Wolverine."

Henry looked confused, "Wait, I thought you had two mommas?"

She laughed, "He's my adoptive dad. He also adopted my now younger sister Laura and Raven had my younger brother Kurt. It's a long story."

"Damn," Henry rubbed his neck, "Your family sure got bigger from the last time we saw you."

"But it's good to have a big family," Merci smiled, "If you and Remy ever get married you'll have the Guild as well."

Remy nearly choked, "We're still kids. Marriage isn't even on the radar right now."

Rogue twisted his arm and pinned it to his back, "Since you're down here, you can spar with me next."

"Chere," he snickered, "I think we both know I'll be more of a challenge than these two."

Henry laughed, "She's gonna kick your…"

Rogue had him on his back before Henry finished speaking, "Should have stayed to train with me instead of being a hot head."

He did a back roll, grabbing a bow staff, "Just give me all you've got."

"All I've got," she asked.

He smirked, "All you've got."

She had a devilish smile, "Alright, just remember you asked for it," she lifted her hands in the air.

"How in the…how'd we get outside," Merci asked.

Rogue sat in a crouch nine feet away from Remy, "What's with the change of scenery?"

Rogue's skin turned to metal, "I'd hate to mess up the new house," she growled playfully, "So let's see if the mighty Gambit can put his money where his mouth is."

"Remy," Henry asked nervously, "What is Rogue's power exactly?"

Remy looked back at Henry, "Well…"

Rogue charged then launched herself in the air, landing and leaving a crater where Remy had stood, "Everything," she said before doing a back flip.

She teleported into a tree, her skin normal again, "You aren't playing fair petite," Remy teased from the ground.

Rogue did another back flip out of the tree, landing lightly on her feet, "What's the matter, can't handle it?"

His eyes narrowed, "Please, just don't cry when I whoop your behind."

Merci and Henry watched as Rogue blocked Remy's moves with easy. She smiled as he charged his bow staff and tossed it to her. She easily took the change away, using the bow staff to charge Remy into a tree. Her eyes lit up as he fought back, her irises changing to a mix of green and red. She'd already given him a few scrapes and bruises. She'd have some if she didn't heal like Logan. She laughed as they both threw punches, hers landing more than his. He spit some blood out when she punched him in the face. His eyes went wide as her nails extended. She took slashes at him.

"Rogue," he warned, "This isn't sparring anymore. Rogue."

Her eyes met his, the whites of her eyes turning black, "Thought you wanted all I got."

She pushed both hands out, telepathically sending Remy flying. His back hit a tree, knocking the wind out of him. She ran up to him, faster than Quicksilver. She gave him several jabs to the stomach and three to the face before doing a spinning heel kick. Her heel hit his ribs. They both heard the crack as Remy cried out in pain. Rogue laughed as he spit up a bit of blood then breathed heavily. He felt something blush against his cheek as he slumped to the ground. He looked up at Rogue, black wings surrounded her. Her eyes looked wild, she was losing control again.

"Rogue," he reached out to her despite the pain, "Chere, stay with me."

She looked down at him, "Oh my god," she fell to her knees in front of him, "Remy, I'm, I'm so sorry," he looked into her remorseful, perfect emerald eyes, "Just hold still a second."

She placed her hand on his chest, he felt the cuts on his face disappear. The pain in his side also went away. He looked at her in amazement as they both stood. She wrapped her arms around him, whispering that she was so sorry. She pulled away quickly, looking at him with tears in her eyes. He went to touch her face but she stepped back. She teleported, leaving a puff of smoke behind her. He ran into the house, darting up the stairs. She wasn't there. He hated that she was always disappearing on him. He grabbed his trench coat and a set of keys then ran back downstairs and out the door. Henry and Merci watched as he hopped on a motorcycle. He drove to Lake Pontchartrain. He found her with her legs pressed up to her chest. Her shorts were torn, she had lost her shoes, her back was bare except for a pair of black wings that surrounded her. He walked over and sat in front of her. She looked up at him, her shoulders were bare.

"You seem to be missing a shirt," he smiled softly, "Any room in there for me?"

She opened her wings, wrapping them around him as well, "They think we're still together, think we have a future. It hurts to lie to them."

He ran his hand through his hair, "Maybe it's not lying to them that hurts you. Are we really gonna keep doing this Rogue? I heard you last night. What do you want me to do? Beg? Because I will."

She touched the side of his face, "I'm just trying to make this as painless as possible. I thought you'd just treat this like any other break up and move on. I didn't think you'd…hold on like this. Please let me go."

He pulls his trench coat off, wrapping it around her, "I can't, I've said that so many times and I'll keep saying it. Now, come on. Let's get you home. You may want to lose the wings if possible."

"Thank you," she stood, "Remy, I really am sorry."

He climbed on the bike, "I know you are. So am I."

She climbed on to the back of his bike. She held on as he drove home, shivering a bit as the wind brushed against her bare skin. He patted her leg after pulling in the drive way. He coughed as a cloud of smoke surrounded him. He looked up, seeing the end of his trench coat. He'd let her be for now to recollect herself. He took his keys out of the ignition and noticed Henry's car was gone as he walked back in the house. They must have gone out shortly after he left, he hopped they weren't too freak out by Rogue's power display. He walked upstairs and to the bathroom, nothing a hot bath couldn't help relax. Her steps were light and weightless as she paced around the roof. If he hadn't trained his ear to pick up even the slightest sound he would have never even heard her. He stopped the tub and walked on to the balcony. He watched her hop from one spot to the other. She moved with such grace, her hair seeming to float around her.

"I drew you a bath. Why don't you come down and relax a bit," she floated in front of him, "It's nice and hot, just the way you like it."

She nodded and walked past him, dropping the trench coat in front of the door. She threw her torn shorts into the trash can. There was no chance in saving them now. She slowly sank into the hot water, submerging her entire being. She blew a few air bubbles before resurfacing. She pushed her hair out of her face. She sat back, closing her eyes and trying to let her mind wander to a happier time. But her peace was short lived as his laughter pierced her mind. Her chest felt tight, her hands were shaky. What did he mean weeks? She'd be dead just after the new year. No, no that wasn't possible. They had more time, a few months at least. She knew she missed Thanksgiving but she'd only been in the coma for a week or so. Where had all the time went? She scrambled out of the tub, forgetting a towel. She stormed out of the bathroom, gripping Remy's shoulders as he sat on the bed.

"There's no need to get rough if you want to go," he teased.

"How long was I in a coma," her voice was shaky, "How long Remy?"

His tone changed, "What are you talking about? What's going on?"

Her grip tightened, "How long?"

"A month and a half maybe," he said, "Why?"

She looked horrified, "No, no, no! Shit no," she released him, hands covering her mouth

He grabbed the bedsheet, wrapping it around her, "What's going on?"

"I have weeks," she shrieked, "He's coming in weeks, maybe a month."

"How do you know this," he grabbed her arms, forcing her to sit.

"He, he told me," she stumbled over her words, "I told you, I can hear him. There isn't enough time."

He pulled away, "Just try to relax. I'm gonna get changed and run some errands."

She looked at him, her hair tumbling over her shoulders, "Remy?"

He looked back at her, god she was beautiful, "I just, I need to clear my head, think some things over. You should get dressed and try to rest. We will, we'll figure this out, okay? For now, just get dressed."

"Remy…" her voice laced with sadness.

"Please," he said hotly, his voice quivering slightly, "please just get dressed."

She stayed seated on the bed as he changed into a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. He gave her one final look before leaving the bedroom. She flinched as the door slammed shut. She stayed seated until she heard the sound of his bike leave the driveway. She walked over to the dressed and pulled out a bra, underwear, yoga pants and a tank top. She flopped back onto the bed, feeling absolutely drained. She'd used a lot of her power today. Her eyes began to feel heavy as she slowly fell asleep.

She woke to the feeling of someone next to her, "Remy," she questioned as she heard a small click.

She felt all her power slowly drain as a pair of lips brushed against her skin. She took a moment to focus. These lips were too rough and the breathing was off. She wrapped her hands around the person's wrist as their hand moved down her side. She dug her nails into their skin, causing them to pull away. She used the moment to push them off one side of the bed as she rolled off the other. She stood and was met with the gaze of Julien.

She looked at her wrist, "What is this," she looked back at him, "How did you get in here?!"

He stood straight, "I'm here to see you," his eyes were laced with lust and desire, "Thought you'd like to be with a real man. The bracelet dampens your power and with someone as strong as you, it might affect your physical strength."

"You should leave," her voice was shaky, "Everyone will be home soon and I don't think they'll take too kindly to you being here."

She needed to get out of the room, that was her best shot. She walked backwards as he moved around the bed. She took a breath and turned towards the balcony. She'd jump off now and just heal later, it would at least buy her some time. She'd almost made it when she felt him grab hold of her, pulling her backwards by her hair. He grabbed around her waist and shoved her backwards even more. He gripped both of her wrists as she tried to collect herself. She felt her powers surge for a moment as he gripped her wrist tight, pushing her back down on Remy's bed.

He nearly fell off his bike as her voice rang through his head, screaming his name once. For a moment he thought he'd imagined it but it sounded too panicked, helpless and scared. He accelerated faster, the house was five minutes away at best. What had happened that had her so shaken up? He tried to respond but nothing happened, no voice back. Whatever it was, it must be bad. Rogue managed to push him off but he threw her back again. She tried to hit and scratch him as he ripped, exposing her bra. She screeched, trying to get him off of her. He laughed as she squirmed underneath him.

"GET OFF OF ME," she screamed.

He laughed even harder, "What will Remy say when he finds out we did this in his bed," he asked as he flipped her over.

His one hand pushed her face into the mattress as his other pulled down her pants. She tried to claw at the sheets but he was took heavy. He moved one leg in between hers as she heard him unzip his pants. She reached back, trying to scratch and tear any part of skin she could reach. Anything to get him off of her. She could feel him press against her, his package still tucked into his boxers. She felt he lips against her shoulder.

"Stop it," she growled as he kissed her neck before biting down hard, "OW! GET OFF ME!"

He began to rotate his hips, "So eager to have me," he began to pull down his boxers, "Want me to go slow or fast?"

She felt his weight lift off of her, "I want you," she heard Remy snarl, "to get your filthy hands off of her."

He threw Julien to the floor, climbing on top of him and repeatedly punching him in the face. Rogue turned, pulling the sheets around her. At the sound of the commotion Henry and Merci came flying up the steps, just getting home from running errands. Henry ran over, pulling Remy off the now bloody Julien. Merci walked over to a visibly shaken Rogue, trying to calm her down. She pulled out her phone and called Emil, Etienne and Theoren. They came as quickly as possible. Jean Luc arrived as Theoren and Etienne took Julien from the house. Upstairs Henry and Emil gripped Remy as he tried to get his hands on Julien still. They'd never seen him this enraged, his eyes glowing. Jean Luc made quick work of getting in contact with Marius after Merci explained the situation. Julien had broken several Guild laws along with the civilian ones.

"Remy," her voice snapped him back to reality.

He pulled away, walking over to Rogue, "Are you alright? Did he hurt you? Let me look at you," he took her wrist, charging the bracelet to get it off her.

"I'm fine, just a little shaken up," she pulled herself into him, "He tried to…"

"I know," he held her tight, "I will never let anyone touch you like that again. I'm sorry," he buried his face in her hair, "I'm so sorry. I left you alone and I shouldn't have. I'm starting to think I should have left you in New York. It's safer there," he let go of her, getting up and walking out the door.