Disclaimer: Marvel owns all X-Men related things, though I own this fic and the general concept for it. I also don't own the song used in this fic (RyanDan's "Tears of An Angel")

Rating: Rated M for language and mature subject matter.

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**WOW! Thank you all for the great reviews.

This is one of my proudest stories, and I know a few of you were itching about the last chapter I posted. The main reason I left it the way I did was because I REALLY wanted to get another chapter up in the season I'm off from college, but I also wanted to make sure my story spread out just evenly. And I think putting ALL the information I had stocked up into that one chapter would have been overwhelming for you guys. I could hear the reviews saying "Wow! What the hell?! Rogue was just bombarded with crap!"

So I hope none of you took that cliffy too hard. And with that notion…

Enjoy the chapter!!

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The room was eerily silent, nothing but the beeps of machines and the steady breathing of the occupants. It was dark and dreary, as if all the hope in the world had just been taken from them. But she preferred it that way, because that was how she felt.

He looked so helpless, with all the machines he was hooked up to, the tube that attached to his mouth, the bandages that seemed to encase his fragile form. His complexion was so much paler then she was used to seeing him. Like his body heat and blood had been removed from his body.

Rogue had sat there for the past 5 hours, not sleeping, eating, nothing. All she could do was cry over what she had done, and once she cried out all the tears she had to give, she sat in the chair, legs against her chest and arms wrapped around them, staring silently at the limp form in front of her. She had run out of words long ago. Nothing she could think of anything to say anymore. Apologizing to him over and over in her head, wishing it had never been this way. It never helped that the memories kept popping back into her head and the personalities wouldn't stop. Both his and Carol's.

Slowly, they began to die down as she tried to calm her emotions, but it left her feeling empty, and cold. She had hoped she was past all this, this whole point in her life. She was happy! Everything was changing for her. But now, the depression she hadn't felt for months was slowly consuming her once more.

And saddest part, of all this, she thought, was that she barely cared for her own situation. It that of the two peoples lives she had just ruined. She should have known that it wouldn't have stopped, that over and over again, people were just going to use her, and in turn, she was only going to hurt more people.

Rogue knew she couldn't keep doing this to everyone around her. They shouldn't have to suffer for her lack of control, or her inability to prevent people from abusing her powers. They would knew agree, but she knew that it was for their own safety.

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Cover my eyes

Cover my ears

Tell me these words are a lie

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That one kiss. The one thing he asked for, the only thing she felt she could comfort him with. How could she not have realized it?

Hank was trying to explain his condition to her, faltering with his words.

"Gambit has… suffered substantial damage to a few organs. Luckily, we were able to reverse it before his system completely collapsed. His concussion was treated, as well as the rest of his physical damage. A few lacerations, nothing more. He should recover from the injuries with proper therapy."

She could almost tell she was being lied to as she looked to the bed, maintaining her focus.

"What's wrong with him, Hank?" she asked him evenly and calm. She could even hear the uneasiness in his breath. Logan, who had soon after joined them, even looked hesitant.

"We… We have yet to understand the complete extent of trauma he suffered mentally, however, if you..."

"Please…" Rogue cut him off quickly, but still relaxed, "Just tell meh…" It was as if she were begging for an answer. She kept her face out of their sight, but they knew she wouldn't let them see her cry. They let her shed those tears,

Hank was unable to bring himself to tell the poor girl. He alone was almost collapsing at seeing all this happen to someone so undeserving of the injustice. So… He asked Xavier to tell her. He would not deny her request for the truth.

"Gambit has yet to show any signs of consciousness. The physical injuries he sustained should not have caused enough damage to keep him in this state. After the medication wore off, his vitals remained stable and his brain activity is reactive, but he would not respond to any stimuli. We have yet to determine what has caused it."

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It can't be true

That I'm losing you

The sun cannot fall from the sky

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Rogue could almost hear the world around her collapsing. It was one thing to know that she had taken the life of another human being, but to see the person she cared about more then anything else, in a hospital bed, injured, traumatized, and in comatose for no apparent reason. She couldn't handle it. She couldn't because she knew, deep down, once again, her powers, everything that she is, was the reason that caused this situation. That briefest bit of contact was hers to blame.

After a while, Hank and Charles discussed a few of the possibilities, determining it was most likely Rogue's lack of her former secondary mutation that left Gambit unable to protect himself against her skin. Instead, obtaining Ms. Marvel's abilities and replacing whatever counteracting agent she had that was allowing her make physical contact with him.

Logan stayed with the shattered girl, attempting to give her some comfort, only leaving the room silent as she cried on his shoulder. There was nothing he could have said to help ease the pain she was going through. He'd consider saying numerous things, but none of them would have sounded appropriate. Though he wasn't fond of the Cajun, seeing Rogue so torn up over it made him forget every threat he ever made again the younger man. If he had a way to wake Gambit up, he sure as hell would have, if only to make Rogue stop crying. God, he hated it when she did.

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Can you hear heaven cry

The tears of an angel

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She snapped awake, realizing she had dosed off in the chair. A fresh set of clothes had been placed on the nightstand beside her. Most likely from Kitty or Logan.

Rogue changed into the clothes, but they certainly didn't match how she was feeling. Baby blue short sleeve button down over a white long sleeve, with jeans, runners and her gloves. How she wished she could have the comfort of hiding her emotions away with the dark make-up and black clothes. She sat back in the chair beside Remy's bed and resumed her idle position.

After a few moments, she started talking, "Only y' were crazy enough tah ever get close tah meh."

Rogue shook her head in slight frustration and looked down at her hands.

"Ah warned ya, swamp rat. May have been a while 'go, but Ah did warn ya," She desperately wanted this to be someone else's fault.

"None'a this should'a happened, Remy. Can't say it wasn't a good run at the tahme," She could already feel the tears peeking out again, "But it was a mistake."

Rogue looked up again at the sleeping face, fresh scars marring the beautiful face she had memorized over and over again. What she wouldn't give to see those eyes open again.

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Stop every clock

Stars are in shock

The river will run to the sea

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Strands of hair covered his face as Rogue moved up to brush them off. She let her hand move down the side of his face, running a finger along the scar across his cheek, "Y' were supposed tah stay with meh, remembah? Y' promised y' would."

Rogue's tears fell onto bed before she attempted to wipe them away.

Some of the images flashed in her mind again. It had been happening variously for the past few hours. Some were Carol's, some were Remy's. Sometimes, she couldn't tell them apart. It was all a big mess in her head that she couldn't quite sort out; very little of it made any sense. As she rested in the chair, Rogue raised her palms in front of herself, staring at them as if with disgust. Nothing was going to be done if she stayed here. She was more of a liability then an asset. And she had lost all reason of progressing to gain control. And as long as these memories would keep haunting her, she couldn't stay. There was no focus. She needed to go somewhere; someplace that she could make sense of it all, somewhere so that she wouldn't be reminded of what she had done.

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I won't let you fly

I won't say goodbye

I won't let you slip away from me

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Resting her gaze back on Remy, Rogue spoke to him one last time, "Ah know…" she could barely control her voice, "Ah know, y' wanted meh tah stay here, Remy… tah teach the students… tah learn control… tah stay with y'. But… Ah just can't do it. Ah ain't as strong as ya are. Ah'm naght willin' to fo'give mahself, and Ah can't find that redemption… if Ah'm here, sittin' at y' bed side day in and day out."

She reached out one more time, brushing the back of her fingers across his cheek, "Ah love y', Remy… More then anyone else Ah've known. But Ah don't deserve ya, and y' deserve bettah then meh… A lahfe y' can share with someone that won't be puttin' y' in danger every day, certainly someone y' can love completely."

Rogue stood up over Remy, placing her hand over his mouth as she kissed the back of her hand, "Please, Remy… wake up. Wake up and have the lahfe that Ah can't give y'. Live and be happy."

She gave him a final look, a prayer, and she left.

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Can you hear heaven cry

The tears of an angel

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It was early morning in the mansion. Logan had not slept much and was on his way to the kitchen to try and get something to wake up his senses. However, something caught his eye as he passed the front entry. Through the glass, he could see a dark figure through the rays of the early sunrise. He made his way outside the doors and down the stairs. He was surprised to see luggage.

"Where you goin', Stripes?" he asked as if it was the dumbest question in the world.

She paused as she finished latching some baggage to the motorcycle, refusing to face him, "Somewhere quiet."

"It got a name?" Logan continued.

"Nowhere in particular," she huffed, picking up the past satchel and fitting it to the back of the bike.

Logan moved around the bike and stared down at the girl. Never though he'd experience the day where he'd had to see one of them leave the nest. He spoke with so much concern, "Call if you need anything, you hear me?"

Rogue looked up at the man, her eyes sad as she nodded in response. She knew Logan wouldn't stop her from leaving. That's why she was leaving so early, before anyone found out she was gone. Logan looked at her for a moment longer before moving around the motorcycle beside her and opened his arms to her, which she greatly appreciated and accepted.

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So hold on

Be strong

Everyday on we'll go

I'm here

Don't you fear

Little one, don't let go

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The two hugged for a few moments, Logan giving her a quick kiss on the top of her head, "Don't be gone for long."

Rogue looked back at him and smiled. Maybe one day she'd come back. For now, she didn't know. She grabbed the duster resting on the bike seat, Logan instantly recognizing it as the Cajun's. She turned and handed the coat to Logan.

"Tell him Ah'll miss him," she said softly. The coat had been damaged in the fight and had been fixed. He guessed it was Rogue's handy work. Logan simply handed it back to her, "Don't worry… I'm sure he won't mind."

Rogue nervously took it and put it on. It hung loosely off her frame, but fit her fine. It smelled so much like him. At least she'd be able to hold onto one piece of him.

Logan smiled at her before hugging her one last time as she said her goodbye.

"Take care, sugah."

He watched her mount the motorcycle, put on the helmet, and wave as she sped off down the path and out the gates. He would stand there for another 10 minutes before turning and walking back into the mansion and brewing the morning coffee.

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Cover my eyes

Cover my ears

Tell me these words are a lie

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OMG! Not a joke! I started writing this chapter at 1:30 am, January 3rd, 2009. It is now 6:05 am.

I am VERY proud of myself for this chapter and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Also, I recommend reading this chapter with the song used. I wrote this chapter while listening to it on repeat and I felt very profound about the story.

So please! Read, review, and request. No flames please.

Until Next Time…