I'M BACK! yes ladies and gents I'm here again! Ain't gonna go givin excuses as to why the long absence, but hey I'm here! So here's the new chappie in the stinkin' song fic that wouldn't die. I like it actually. Mind you that I wanted to get this up and its rather late so it may not be very good, but hey...its somethin! REVIEW PEOPLE! I NEED INPUT! > anyways...to all my reviewers I thank ya! can't go into detail cause of the damn review response ban that no one has updated me aboutAnd that Jott willNOT be posted here...but instead as a seperate story...well ENJOY:3
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Empty spaces, fill me up with holes.
He walked around the mansion like a wounded man. He saw all the old places where he'd loved and lost. Every time that he'd pass those places it was another open gash around his heart.
He'd lost her. How could he have been so stupid to expect her to forgive him so soon?
Distant faces, with no place left to go.
He sulked around the place eerily distant, constantly recalling the life that he had once built and then left for himself. This was his last resort, the only place that he could ever be happy. The only people that he'd ever consider his family.
Without you within me, I can't find no rest.
It was true that he hadn't slept in days. It was hard to know that his true love had rejected him, and then had to see her everyday.
But it must have been how she felt after he left.
The loneliness, the pain that followed like a shadow around every corner and corridor, crept into him like the seeping cold of winter.
He knew that people were starting to worry about him. His voice hadn't been heard for days. His eyes hadn't been alert for even longer than that.
Where I'm going is anybody's guess.
He didn't know what to do with himself. His life consisted of endless sleep and pointless Danger Room sessions. He missed them in a sense. They were some of the worst parts of her day, but, he remembered, he had loved them at heart.
I've tried to go on like I never knew you.
He had wanted to act like he had never known her. Never known the love and heart break that came with knowing her. Never known the family that came with knowing hers. He had wanted to take on lovers and pretend that she'd never existes. But then that feeling passed and he realized the love that he felt for her still burned deep inside of him.
I'm awake but my world is half asleep.
He was dead inside. But the pain that panged through his body everytime he laid his eyes on her brought him back for a mere momebnt. He remembered hyow she had once tol him that his eyes were the most beautiful thing in the world. How much she'd loved his eyes, and him.
I pray for this heart to be unbroken. But without you all I'm going to be is…Incomplete.
He walked into the Danger Room and made use of the newly found time that he had there. He was regretful for agreeing to a group session so early in his time back. And for all he knew…Rogue could be there.
He knew that it would be ineveitable if they were in the same room; one of them was going to have to walk out. They wouldn't be able to fight eachother or along side of one another without some emotion clouding their judgement. He knew her and he knew himself. He knew that there was just no way around it.
Voices tell me that I should carry on.
He walked into the ready room, staff in hand. He wanted to so badly to fight through his emotions, ignore them, like he'd been doing for years. He ignored the eyes of Logan and Scott, who had both made happy lives for themselves since his leave. "Hey there Gumbo," Logan muttered as he walked past, standing in front of the door.
Slowly the metallic entryway slid open, revealing an already choatic mix of lazers, robots, and holograms. All of them making for an easy get away.
But I am swimming in an ocean all alone.
He didn't bother to meet Rogue's eyes. Merely thrust himself head long into the danger.
He punched and kicked. Every moment of contact with metal sent shooting pain up his limbs. A pain that reminded him that he still had to go on with life. But that pain that he felt…It let him escape any other real emotion for that time.
Slowly he worked his way to the heart of the battle, where she was fighting just as hard as he was. An arm flew out at him, punching, he quickly dodged to avoid it, tossing himself backwards into a flip of sorts. Rogue quickly picked up her leg and kicked the limb with such force as to knock it off its owner.
Baby, my baby. Its written on your face.
He met her eyes and stared for a moment, loosing himself in the familiar depth of emerald. How could he have ever let her go? How could she ever turn him down? How could they live without one another for so long?
You still wonder if we made a big mistake.
He diverted his eyes at the same moment that she did. Then went back to fighting.
I've tried to go on like I never knew you.
He walked into his old room. The room that hadn't changed in all the time that he'd been gone. He stared at the picture that he kept on the nightstand of Rogue and he at X-Corp's annual gala event. That night was perfect. Everything so amazingly simple. It was memories like that, the perfect ones, that kept him from letting go.
I'm awake but my world is half asleep.
He walked out after his shower. He noticed the way that the world had a blurred edge to it. As though he was living in a dream. Maybe that's all it was. A dream. Maybe he'd never been an X-Man. Maybe he'd never fallen so hard for the most amazing woman in the world. Maybe he was still a theif. Maybe Jean-Luc was still around running things and he was married to Belladonna. Maybe he was the leader of the guild and the merciless killings had never happened.
I pray for this heart to be unbroken.
His sould had been shattered in so many ways. He wondered why he still kept trudging on this way. In his heart he knew. It was because of Rogue. She had been his rock for so long that he'd grown so accustomed to having her their to fall on. She'd been the motivation for him to try and stay on friendly terms with enemies, other wise he would have gladly fought them to the death for his justice. But she wasn't around anymore. At least not in the way that he wanted her to be.
But without you all I'm going to be is….
He shook his head, pushing those thoughts out of his mind. He needed to get over her. And soon. If he couldn't operate without her…He didn't know what would become of himself.
I don't mean to drag it out. But I can't seem to let you go.
He couldn't let her go. Not now not ever. He knew it. The realization had hit him over and over again like a ton of bricks slamming into his body. It filled him with an ironiclly painful happiness. Everything he'd ever wanted was with her. But everything that he knew that they both need was without. He was torn.
Much like she had been for so long. He now knew the sort of pain that she must have felt. Not knowing where he was. She had to have tried to live without him…But what if she had learned to.
He didn't know what he would do if Rogue had learned to move on with her life and left him to fend for himself. He simply loved her to much.
I don't wanna make you face this world alone. I wanna let you go alone.
He had left her there, let her soul wither away. He had probably let her heart and love turn bitter with resentment for what he did to her. But the important thing was that she was so close. He could try to win her back. Or at least get on her 'good side'.
He walked out to find Scott. If anything that man was the one that knew what he was going through. I've tried to go on like I never knew you.
He stopped in the kitchen and began to gibber away. I'm awake but my world is half asleep.
"Whoa, slow down there, Remy," He said, offering out his hands. I pray for this heart to be unbroken.
"Scott, mon ami, y'gotta help me get her back. I….I just can't live without her. Withough her all I'm goin' t'be s'imcomplete….."
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