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Chapter Four

"Good morning, Mr. LeBeau." An older blonde woman with strands of gray and white greeted Remy smiling and handed him his chunk of mail.

"Thank you, Susan." Remy received his bounty, "You look really happy… you didn't give notice did ya?"

"Ha! No no, Mr. Lebeau…" Susan laughed from behind her desk, "You're two hours late, which means I've been able to have two more cups of coffee... I'm more awake than what you're used to seeing, that's all." Remy looked at her smiling and raised his brow.

"Don't worry! I left you some! Looks like you could use some." Susan stood from her swivel chair and walked towards the coffee maker.

"Oh thanks… dat's just a nice way of saying, "Holy Crap, Remy! You look like shit." Remy laughed as Susan handed him his drink.

"Oh no, I didn't mean that at all!" Susan laughed and found her way back to her desk and her ringing phone.

Remy thanked her silently with a raise of his hand and started for his office to find some peace and quiet. He had already turned the corner when Susan remembered that there was a young lady waiting for him. Remy noticed his door was unlocked and was in fact already open slightly. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. On his desk he found two white high heels propped ever so proudly. His eyes wondered down the trail of two beautiful slender fair legs that seemed to go on forever. Hmm. A white skirt that left little to the imagination. Hands folded across a flat, very flat, abdomen. Mmm. Those fair mounds peaking ever so slightly out of the white button up blouse. His eyes lingered for a moment. Ah, let me find those big green eyes. Up up up, only to find an icy light blue glare. Her hair was pulled back in a platinum blonde bun, with a few wispy strands framing her flawless face.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming in today." She said in a husky whisper.
"Well, I wouldn't have if I new you'd be here." Remy spat back as he threw his coat on a spare chair, "How'd ya get in here anyway?"

"It turns out, that Jeff Greene guy from downstairs is a fan of mine…" the woman with a goddess figure took her feet off the desk slowly, "and he knows what we were Remy… not like we kept that a secret."

"Now I wish we had, Emma." Remy said cold and short.

"Oh my, you've become so callous since you've been with that club chic!" Emma stood and made a faux pout on her face.

"I believe you're referring to my fiancée…" Remy replied as he sorted through his large stack of mail, barely noticing the beautiful woman now.
"Oh please, Remy. I was your fiancée once too…" Emma stated not impressed and showing no sign of jealousy.

"That was a long time ago." Remy turned to his right and was surprised to find Emma practically on top of him.
"Not that long ago…" Emma pushed against his body, making very sure that her breasts were doing most of the pushing. He looked down at her with a solemn stare. For one moment she thought she saw his eyes soften, in a moment of nostalgia perhaps. They were once in love, and maybe that part of each of them would never go away. Perhaps they'll go on for the rest of their days caring about one another in that small part of their soul. Remy grabbed a hold of her slender arms and pulled her inches from his face. They stared each other down for a moment. Remy could feel his face soften and he forced himself to think of how badly she had hurt him. But he was happy she did… or else he would have never been so happy as he is with Rogue today. His grip tensed slightly, barely noticeable. He pushed her away quickly and walked over to his desk to check his messages.

"Oh yeah, your dad called." Emma said as she toyed with the phone cord. She sat herself on the side oh Remy's desk, on top of where his mail had been tossed.

"You answered my phone?" Remy practically yelled out with anger and amazement at her lack of manners and her excess of arrogance.

"Yeah, he was happy to talk to me actually…" Emma smiled, "he needs help again. But don't worry, I calmed him down." Remy paused and strayed from his anger. He was concerned for his father and was grateful to Emma for the first time in years.

"You were always able to get my father calmed down in one of his moments." Remy smiled slightly and could see Emma's face turn serious out of the corner of his eye.

"I think he needs you to come down to New Orleans…" Emma turned her face and stared out the window with concern, "I think he's in pretty deep this time, Remy."

"Don't worry 'bout him… that's my job." Remy sighed, "I'll take care of it."

There was a silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. They were both lost in their thoughts and concern for a moment.

"What are ya doing here, Emma?" Remy broke the silence, "What do you want?"

"Well… I'm a reporter… and you're the lawyer of the biggest murder case as of now." Emma smirked, "Need I say more?"

"I'm not telling you anything." Remy said simply, never taking his eyes from hers.

"Hmm. Erik told me you wouldn't." Emma grinned at the nerve she hit.

"Is he still alive?" Remy smirked, never letting her see his muscles tense at the mention of that old man's name.

"Alive and… kicking." Emma said with a sure smile as she helped her self to a glass of water.

"How's his wife, Raven?" Remy asked just to make her cringe.

"She's not his wife." Emma stated with distaste in her mouth and tried to wash it away with a gulp of cold water, "You know it's funny how much you still hate Erik, considering you're going to marry his daughter."

"So you still screwing the old man?" Remy asked as he looked through his papers piled on his desk. He could see her face flush. He wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or anger. Either way, he was pleased. She didn't answer. "I take that as a yes." He said smirking.

"What happened to us, Remy?" Emma blurted out of no where, "We used to be so happy with one another."

"Are you kidding me?" Remy almost laughed at her attempt of innocence, "I caught you cheating with Lehnsherr! You actin' like a slut! That was the last step off the cliff after the miscarriage."

"I didn't have a miscarriage, Remy." Emma said quietly, "And it wasn't even yours. Erik paid for the abortion." Remy couldn't understand why he was surprised or why he was angry. His face was burning and his eyes were on fire. He could feel his head getting lighter as the blood and her words rushed through his brain.

"Get out." Remy didn't move, not even his mouth. His teeth were gritted and clenched. Emma saw this and was pleased to know that she had won the battle. There are very few who could win against this lawyer. Only those who knew him best. One's who knew his weak spots.

Emma went silently and Remy slammed the door after she left. He found his way back to his chair and sat heavily and forcefully. His elbows rested on his desk and his folded hands were supporting his chin. He was exhausted from the night before. He was exhausted from this whole case. And on top of everything else his father needs help… again. Emma's venomous words stung his wounds again and again. The stress of everything was weighing heavy on his mind, and it was taking it's toll. Remy felt a single tear slide down his tired face. He sighed in frustration.

"Oh Am starved!" Rogue exclaimed as she pulled the door open. Ororo smiled and thanked Rogue for holding the door as she passed. "Ah have no idea what I want though."

"There is plenty to choose from." Ororo said as she scanned the restaurant for their party. She spotted the two at a table on it's own, no other customers were near. Scott was whispering something in Jean's ear who was smiling shyly. Jean saw Ororo and Rogue and waved for them to join them. They greeted each other with hugs and kisses on the cheek.

"Where is Remy?" Scott asked glancing around the restaurant.

"Ah… don't know." Rogue said, following Scott's action. "I thought he would be here already."

"Well, we can give him a call…" Scott dialed on his cell as the girls kept up their conversation.

"No answer at the office." Scott said as he hung up.

"I'll call his cell…" Rogue said as she searched for her phone. Again there was no answer. "Well, I'm starving so let's just order!"

They ordered they food. They ordered their desert. And still no Remy. Rogue looked around every other minute in search for her fiancé. Right when she was about to give up after an hour he walked through the doors. She waved to him with enthusiasm, she felt silly and sat back down, trying to play it cool.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Remy pleaded and he kissed Rogue's cheek. He pulled out a single red rose from what seemed to be no where, "Can you ever forgive me, chere?"

"I'll think about it…" She said playfully and kissed him as she took her present, "But I don't think you buying this rose is what made you an hour and half late…"

"You know how work is…" Remy said as he glanced at their empty plates.
"Ah couldn't wait for ya!" Rogue laughed at his face, he looked hungry.

"It's okay, I didn't expect ya to." Remy smiled at her, "Maybe I'll just get something to go."

Rogue could tell something was wrong. Surely that bad dream from last night couldn't be bothering him still. No, it wasn't just that. She wished that he would just tell her. If it wouldn't make him feel better it would make her feel better. Just to know what it was that was making this usually unruffled man so… well, ruffled. It was bothering her as much as whatever it is was bothering him. And they both knew it.

Betsy stared at her two dozen purple roses that overwhelmed her desk. She loves purple roses. And she loves that Warren knows that she'd rather have purple than red any day. Two dozen, one for each month they've 'been together.' Her mind swirled through the memories and she smiled uncontrollably.

"Oh my. Those are beautiful." Henry said in his usual calm and cool voice.

"Warren is the best! Two years has gone by so fast!." Betsy was still smiling bright.

"Has it been two years already?" the doctor asked with surprise, "Time just flies by…"

"Sure does. What can I do for you?" Betsy asked.

"I just wanted you to give Mister Erik Lehnsherr a call and remind him he has an appointment with me tomorrow." Henry McCoy answered as he glanced at his clipboard.

"No problem." Betsy said through a bight of turkey sandwich. She was just about to pick up the phone to dial when it rang.
"Dr. McCoy's office, this is Betsy." She answered cheerfully between chews.

"Ah, just the beautiful young lady I was searching for." Warren's voice seemed to be smiling uncontrollably.

"Brad Pitt? Is that you? I told you not to call me at work anymore." Betsy laughed playfully when she heard her handsome boyfriend chuckle mockingly.

"No it's not Brad, just some guy who's twice as good looking…" Warren replied.

"Oh! Warren! Of course I knew it was you!" She laughed, "How is everything, babe?"

"Good, good. I just wanted to make sure you got your roses…" He asked as he straightened papers on his overwhelmed desk.

"Yes. And I love them! Purple is my favorite." She smiled and took a flower from the vase and took in the strong aroma.

"Great, I'm glad you're happy. Are we still on for tonight?" Warren asked.
"Of course, I'm already thinking about what I'm going to get for dinner!" Betsy said truthfully as she looked at a menu from The Phoenix.

"Oh yeah? Well I'll pick you up at your place at 7:45, okay?" Warren asked as still shuffled papers around.

"Perfect I'll see you then, hun." Betsy smiled and they said good-bye for about five minutes before actually hanging up.

After lunch with their friends, Ororo and Rogue made their way back to where they had parked. Rogue unlocked the doors and they both boarded the silver SUV Remy had bought her for her birthday a few months back. At first she thought he was being frivolous with his money, but soon understood when she looked back at the junker car she'd bought 5 years ago. They pulled out of the space, both not really having much to say. Rogue broke the silence bluntly.

"Can Ah ask what's bothering you, hun?" Rogue asked as she pretended to concentrate on driving.

"I'm sorry?" Ororo was a little surprised at her friend's boldness. "What's bothering me?" She repeated what Rogue had asked be sure that was the question.

"Yeah… You seem different that's all." Rogue said as she switched lanes.

"Hmm, I've been hearing a lot of that lately." Ororo answered as she stared out her window.

A moment of awkward silence passed. And then another. Rogue got the hint that she didn't want to talk about it, but she didn't want to give up so easily. Instead she decided to approach the situation as non aggressive as possible, not a strong point for her. Rogue figured that the more passive the better.

"Well, Ah just want you to know, that if ever you need to talk to somebody…" Rogue said softly and made a little more eye contact with her friend, "about anything, you can come to me. Anytime." Rogue now pretended not to be so insistent and returned most of attention back on driving. A few more moments of silence, where both women used that time to think.

"Okay." This time Ororo broke the silence.

"Okay? Okay, like I know? Or Okay like I'm ready to talk about it?" Rogue asked quickly and was worried that she seemed too eager and that she would scare her friend away.

"Both." Ororo turned her eyes back out on the scenery just beyond her window. Rogue was so glad to hear this she almost jumped out of her seat.
"Well! Great! I'm so happy you're ready to talk about it…" Rogue said with a wide smile. She subconsciously slowed her driving in hopes that they wouldn't get back the club before they were finished talking.

"It's kind of silly really…" Ororo started. She truly felt silly, like she was a teenager again.

"I bet it's not as silly as you think…" Rogue reassured her friend, "I mean, you seem really bothered about it, and you don't get bothered with silly things… that's my job." She said with a smile and was happy to hear a small giggle come from the other seat.

"Alright… I'm just going to come out and say it." Ororo still took a moment to gather her words carefully but decided to go with simple. They were approaching an intersection and the lights were changing.

"I think I may be pregnant." Ororo said it with her eyes closed. Rogue stared at her friend, truly surprised and not paying attention to anything but the words Ororo just spoke. Not even the stopped cars becoming closer and closer.
"Rogue? ROGUE!" Ororo yelled at her friend driving as she braced herself by holding the dashboard. Rogue slammed on the brakes and was inches, no centimeters, away from a Cadillac's bumper. The two sat stunned and breathing heavily, trying to calm down from their scare. Ororo then started laughing softly which soon grew louder and her friend joined. Rogue apologized repeatedly between laughs and gasping. Rogue decided to pull over, which Ororo happily agreed to be best to finish their conversation.

Rogue knew full well that neither Logan nor Ororo ever wanted children of their own. She sympathized with her friend and reassured her that she didn't think Logan would be angry that he was going to be dad. After plenty of questions and tears, Rogue convinced Ororo to go with her and pick up a pregnancy test at a store.

The double doors slide open and Ororo followed her friend, who seemed very proud and confident at the moment. The store was bright and cold. Jazz music played softly over the speakers, occasionally interrupted by an employee asking for a manager's assistants. She followed Rogue aisle to aisle as her friend searched quickly.

"Ah, here we go. Aisle Eight in case you ever need to know again." Rogue smiled, "It's always aisle eight, you know."

"Really?" Ororo asked trusting her friends word completely. Rogue turned and gave her a playful look.
"No. I don't know, I was just kidding." Rogue said as she looked at all the different little boxes.

"Oh, of course you were." Ororo joined her friend. They compared tests for several minutes.

"This one looks good, I think…" Ororo said as she read the back, "And it comes with two!"

"Yeah, so you can be sure it's right…" Rogue said as she glanced at another box.

"Or for a friend." She nudged her Rogue arm slightly.
"Me? Ha!" Rogue thought she was joking. "Are you serious?"

"Why not? It would make me feel more comfortable with this whole testing situation." Ororo said pleading with her friend. She held her hands together as if she were begging and lipped the words "please" over and over again.

"Oh alright. It's no big deal…" Rogue laughed, "let's pay for this and get out of here, it's freezing!"

"Come in!" Scott's voice answered the knocking at the door. Remy appeared and saw that Scott and Warren were laughing and joking around.

"Warren! Long time no see!" Remy said as he held out his hand and received a friendly handshake from other young man.
"No kidding, it's been what? A month?" Warren asked looking between Scott and Remy.
"Longer… I think." Remy replied, "So how've you been?"

"Pretty good…Busy. But I think you know exactly what I mean." Warren shot a knowing glance at the lawyers.

"True. How's Betsy?" Remy asked as Scott handed him a brandy.

"Great… In fact I'm going to propose tonight at dinner." Warren drank the liquor with a smile.
"No kidding! Well good for you! Congratulations!" Remy got up and patted him on the shoulder.
"Well, she still has to say yes!" Warren laughed.
"Yeah but she will…" They all talked about business and sports and other guy things for a few more moments when there was another knock at Scott's door. He opened it and was a little surprised to find Charles Xavier on the other side.
"I'm not interrupting anything am I?" He asked as he looked at Scott and the other two smiling men.

"Not at all! Come on in!" Scott was happy to see all of them in the same room again. It's been too long since this has happened. They all spoke of the past, present, and some future dreams and plans. They finished their brandy and all had to get back to business. Remy and Warren left together discussing how he was going to propose. Charles stayed behind to talk with Scott.
"That was nice… having all my boys in the same room again." The older man chuckled as he sat slowly in a plush chair.
"I was thinking the same thing… do you ever miss the firm?" Scott asked the man that he considered to be a father figure.
"Well, I do still own it… but yes, I do miss being around." His face was solemn and almost sad. "I came by to talk to you, Scott… about things going on at the moment."
"Oh. Alright." Scott said as he prepared to listen very carefully.

"I have some good news… and some… bad." He said very softly. Scott gulped another sip of brandy. "The good news is that I'm offering you the firm… if you wish to have it. I've decided to retire completely…" Scott's eyes widened as did his mouth. He was happy to hear this but apart of him was sad to hear that Charles wasn't coming back. Charles rose from his seat and walked to the small bar and retrieved another glass of the smooth liquor.

"You know that I would be honored…" Scott said seriously and softly.

"Yes, I knew you would be happy with this choice." Charles said, staring out of the ceiling to floor window. Moments of silence went by.

"As for the bad news…" Charles went on after he gathered his strength. Scott was like the son he never had, and telling him this would be nonetheless sad. Scott tried to brace himself for the bad part of the deal but failed miserably.

"I have cancer, Scott." Charles said it amazingly calm. He gained this ability of calmness through months of knowing and accepting. "I should have told you sooner… but I thought I would recover… the doctors were hopeful. But not anymore." Scott stared into his eyes in disbelief. His words were still sinking in. Scott felt his cheeks flush and his eyes misting over. A tear escaped and he wiped it away quickly. He forced himself to talk.

"Um." He cleared his throat and shaky voice. "How, um. How long…" He couldn't complete his sentence. A part of him didn't want to know.
"How long do I have?" Charles asked and answered slowly, "A month… maybe."

"A month?" Scott whispered his response of surprise and agony. The only father he knew was dying and he only had a month to be with him, if he was lucky. The tears fell freely now and he didn't bother wiping them away.

"I'm so sorry, son." Charles was now crying too knowing that he caused him pain, "I know I should have told you sooner. I'm so sorry."

"Me too… me too." Scott whispered and hugged Charles.

Ororo found her way to the living room and soon saw Rogue appear from the second bathroom. They met in the living room and both sat down on the couch. Rogue checked her watch.

"1 minute and counting." Rogue smiled. They sat in silence and anticipation for the whole minute.

"Time!" Rogue said quickly as she jumped off the couch and grabbed Ororo by the wrist towards the master bath, "Now don't look at it yet, we'll do it together!"

"I know." Ororo grabbed the white stick and kept it behind her back. Rogue repeated this when she retrieved hers.
"Okay, now remember… One line not pregnant, two lines you're knocked up!" Rogue said laughing and Ororo gave her a playful look, "On three… One. Two. Three!" They looked at their sticks and were both surprised…
"Oh thank the Goddess, just one line!" Ororo hugged her friend and was truly grateful that Rogue was there with her. She noticed that Rogue was not hugging her back. "What is it?" She asked with concern at the sight of her friend's look of shock. Rogue didn't answer. She didn't have to.
"Oh my… you're pregnant, Rogue!"

Hmm… The End! Hahaha, Just kidding. Any who… did you enjoy? I sure hope so! Review and tell me your thoughts……… Next up: Drama between Rogue and Remy!