Author's note: Hey! Ch5 is now up! How exciting! I'm sorry for takin' so long but it couldn't be helped. This chapter is gonna be a bit rough in style b/c I haven't had a chance to refine it yet. I wanted to get it up as soon as possible- it was actually gonna be longer but I'm gonna save that for chapter 6 so you can go ahead and at least read some...yeah so when i do edit it, like add or delete stuff, it shouldn't be anything major- the idea will stay the same. Again i apologize for the wait and for makin' this ch not as quality as i would have it... I'll fix it as soon as I can. Also b/c i'm over my writer's block i MAY be able to get ch6 done this weekend. Either than that i have one question: I plan to do a fight scene soon – and i don't think that is my forte. So if I decide that my attempts at it are truly futile, I would like to ask if anyone of ya'll would like to do it for me- i would tell you what i wanted and your name would be recognized for the part you did. If i add other parts to the chapter...like when someone is thinking or something-something not part of the fight scene I'll do that myself. So please let me know if you are interested! Email me!(my email is in my profile, just click on the author name to go there) Don't be shy J ....yeah hey and if I reject your offer, depends how many 'apply', don't be offended...i respect every writer out there b/c it takes great skill to attempt to author something and let others read it. letsee as in how i would choose...I probably would have you submit and example or read the scene before I post it to judge them. If you email me i'll gladly go into more detail. Either than that... on to the story!

Disclaimer's notice: none of these characters belong to me (cause then I'd be rich) they belong to marvel, etc. However the story line is mine.

Forgotten

By: Dark Elf

Rogue tiredly shifted her weight from one foot to another. The air was crisp and the wind blew dead autumn leaves around her legs. The cold nip in the air had already begun to form; nature's warning sign of an impending winter. The sun was hidden by angry clouds that threatened to consume the pale blue sky. But the soft gray color of each innocent, billowy cloud only proved the distance of the threat yet to come. It was simply one of those downcast days, with too insufficient drizzle to really be called rain, which made you wrap your coat tightly around your body for fear of catching the contagious dreariness of the atmosphere. An exasperated sigh left Rogue's lips as she turned to view a car coming down the seemingly deserted road.

Dam', 't ain't him; 'gain.

The car continued on its lazy course along the winding road; leaving Rogue alone once more upon the school's deserted parking lot. She had been waiting for an irritating half-hour for Scott to come pick her up from school and take her to the institute. Cursing every car that didn't turn out to be a red sports car, Rogue's thoughts turned to anger.

What could be takin' him? Ain't he – ole mighty Scott- Mr. Team Leader, s'pposed tah remember somethin' this simple?

Her mind continued to wander- this time exploring options with which to quell and soften her growing resentment towards Scott.

The Brotherhood? ... or ma'be his car broke down...or-

While both questions had the potential to be true, they didn't satisfy her.

He forgot you... you're too unimportant for anyone to care about. You-

She shook her head. The voices in her mind were trying to speak to her again. Scheming and plotting ways in which to confuse her, they tried to turn her into her own worst enemy. She had tried endlessly to ignore them, figuring that they would disappear with no one to recall them. But they persisted, annoying her all the while.

Brushing a loose strand of white delicate hair behind her ear, Rogue managed a grin. Even if Scott had forgotten her, she was the real imbecile just standing there. She might not have a phone from which to call the institute, but, well, a telepath for a teacher should turn out to be sufficient. Rogue berated herself gently.

Geez gal - sometimes yah can be so dense.

Rogue scanned the horizon, searching for answers she had just begun to pose for herself.

Naw, how do Ah do this? Ma'be concentratin' would work, or ma'be – well Ah'll just have tah try.

Closing her eyes Rogue calmed her mind and concentrated on Xavier's face, forcing herself to focus on his being, on his essence.

Proffesah!

Rogue directed her mental shout towards the hazy image in her head. She hoped he would sense her, it took too much of her attention away from her surroundings when she tried to contact him; in case of anything Rogue didn't want to be caught unawares. An alien voice seized her attention, bringing her thoughts back to the object at hand.

Rogue? Where are you? What's wrong?

Letting out a self satisfied smile, Rogue turned all of her remaining attention to the presence in her head.

Well, notin's wrong. Ah'm still at school-

Then what's of such urgent a matter that –

The urgency lies in the part that Ah'm STILL at school! Scott was s'pposed tah pick me up a while ago! Where is he?

Scott? He went out with Jean and Kitty –

Awe yah serious?! He KNEW Ah was here! He KNEW when tah come an' get me!

A lazy meandering figure, that was crossing the parking lot with no apparent direction, caught Rogue's eye. Probably some other kid whose friends forgot him, she thought.

Rogue? Are you listening?

Sorry- mah mind was lookin' elsewhere... what did yah say?

That I could send someone to go get you -

Xavier's offer was cut off as a sultry voice arrested Rogue's ear.

" Need a ride, mon chere?"

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Remy watched small particles of dust and pollen migrate though the air. Invisible to a normal person, his tiny translucent friends kept him company as they danced upon the molecules of air that surrounded him. His highly sensitive eyes picked them out one by one – calculating their distance, size, and, unconsciously, their threat. He could see every distinct mark in every unique atom that made up the world around him. If Remy had cared, he would have been amazed at what intricate pattern the earth around him was built upon. To an unheard song, partnered with the wind, the tiny particles polluting the atmosphere quickened their pace, seemingly soaring to new heights. The dreary chill of the weather was so perfect, Remy thought. Spirits dampened by an unseen force, one as natural as his unseen friends. But he could see it. The sky changed in a variety of colors as he gazed around the lawn. Every pulse, every breath, every heartfelt sight, released from a person – he could see. Their unique colors floated upwards, mingling with his friends, mixing with the lost emotions of others. It was beautiful; and maybe for the first time in twelve years he didn't avert his gaze. The pain lost in the happiness above him made him feel comforted- almost as if his eyes, the Devil's gift, that allowed him to see the invisible, were truly a gift and not a curse. But he knew better, and a frustrated sigh left his lungs and found escape through his lips.

The school was a simple building in retrospect. There were no complicated hallways, no unknown crevices. After his unfortunate incident with Essex the day before, Remy had returned to Bayville High School to study the layout of the monotonous square that students trudged diligently into every morning. Everything he found was of standard regulation, nothing that posed a threat to his plan. Then he wandered outside, trying to get a complete feel for the premises. Prepping himself on how to avoid the torrents of emotions that would come when he joined their ranks as another student. The stench of the residue emotions made Remy wrinkle his nose. He hated high school.

Finished with all of his observations Remy left the soft green grass behind- as he had done hundreds of times- regret no longer occupying a piece of his heart. He headed to the sepulchral black of the parking lot. Reminding himself not to look down, for the patterns outlined in each separate gravel stone might distract or dizzy him, Remy looked straight ahead while kinetically scanning the area around him. He felt her before he saw her.

His ability to spread out a kinetic radar around himself always took a grand deal of effort and, if he was focusing on one object too intently, it sometimes cost him his concentration so that, before he had developed sufficient practice with it, he would stupidly walk into stationary objects, such as walls. Remy smiled, remembering the times when he was first learning how to conquer his abilities. It had taken a few years before he had acquired the skill of using things like his radar while doing other things at the same time, like fighting. But, being the prodigy child he was, Remy had learned how to mix his empathetic skills with his kinetic ones- allowing him to feel movement instead of see it. Anyone caught in his kinetic web would be detected and Remy would immediately know where they were without having to construct a mental picture of the data he received. It had been a long time since he had slipped up, and, as he focussed on the person he felt, he tried desperately not to lose his grasp on the other objects around him.

Located on the opposite end of the parking lot stood a solitary figure. Her feelings of feeling of disappointment washed over him as he used his empathy to better understand what she was doing here at such an hour; it wasn't late, but it would soon be. He turned his head to the side, giving the appearance of listening intently to silent voices, as her emotions told him her story. It was obvious from the hurt feelings she was emitting that someone had forgotten her- but the feelings didn't last long as relief took its place.

Dat's funny...

His breath caught in his throat as startling green eyes quickly flashed over him. No feelings of danger came from her- more one of understanding for a fellow peer also abandoned. He could make out every detail that shaped her face from where he stood. He felt as if he knew her. But the second was over and the girl was back to staring at the road. To her he was just a figure- someone who she probably could only make out a sketchy outline of. There would be no recognition- he was just another person passing through her life. And that's when Remy knew. He was tired of being just another person. Tired of constantly having to be lost in the background of thriving populations. Tired of his incapability, due to his job, of leaving a 'mark' in the world which would prove to the masses, not just the exclusive underworld for which he worked, that he once existed. However, he could make a small imprint on her life- enough to not be forgotten, enough to be remembered, and enough to where he wouldn't be discarded with the regular pile of memories that the mind deems irrelevant. In doing a simple good deed he could sleep a little easier at night, he could dream a little quieter. He could offer her a ride.

He approached her softly and silently. Not wanting to startle her too badly but not wanting to be obvious. The inconspicuous, quiet approach was the trademark of a thief, and he couldn't help unconsciously doing many things without applying some of his skills, which often seemed more natural than learned. When he was situated a few feet behind her, he parted his mouth and let his whisper carry itself to her ear.

"Need a ride, mon chere?"

And as she turned around, surprise registering on her delicate face, he sensed what he should have been able to sense a mile away. He silently growled in anger while keeping an outward pleasant face.

Der's a damn spook* in her head! Dat's what y' get f' lettin' ya'self be enveloped in one idea- in one feelin'!

Remy continued to criticize himself as he slammed his mental shields on in record time. Playing around with his empathic powers always required his shields to be lowered somewhat. He prayed to a non-existent God, one he had left a long time ago, that the telepath within her hadn't sensed his thoughts and even more so, the abrupt end of them. And in honor to that telepath, who was so strong he had been unable to sense him until he was within feet of the girl, he quickly continued to build new walls around his mind. All done in less than a second- faces flitting through his mind as a result of the information being processed and hidden behind certain corridors in his mind. And then he recognized her. She was one of them.

Damn it Remy! How could y' not have recognized her? If dis doesn' cost y', y' be one lucky son of a bitch-

Then everything came to a sudden halt- his fear, his anger, his humiliation- as she opened her mouth to speak. Nothing seemed to matter, time appeared to stop; everything forgotten, as she viewed him in her emerald orbs of light.

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* spook- slang term for a psychic or a telepath

Review Responses:

vagabond: Thank You soooo much for your praise! It's not obnoxious at all- I revel in knowing people like my stuff...and that i am on your favorite author list J ...here's the next chapter- i hope you like it...like I said at the beginning I'm gonna try and fix it soon...I just figured something is better than nothing, right? Much thanks again! See yah in ch6

glaivegirl: thanx! I think the 'inner turmoil' is what makes their characters too, yah know? I like Rahne too... though I am not as familiar with her as with Remy and Rogue.

Lady Flame: well i don't want to make you insane... so I hoped you liked this chapter. Thanx for your wonderful comments; it makes me happy to know people actually want moreJ .

Lady MR: well i know i left this off as a cliff hanger...but in a way I hope this chapter fulfills your expectations of when they meet...like i keep sayin over and over; i'm not completely satisfied with it myself so I plan to go back and alter it a bit...make it better. thanx for caring- rogue definitely is made for remy, and vice-versa! Thanx for your review!

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Ice Angel: well angel, i hope you like this chapter. I must say you are my absolute favorite reviewer! You review in almost every chapter (i think...) which makes me feel all special 'cause it shows someone is willing to put up with me and continue readin' my story. I am also glad you think me delving in Rogue and Remy's characterization is good... i was afraid the lack of sufficient dialogue might bore some people. But now that more interaction between the characters will be occurring (as i weave my tangled web tighter and tighter..muahaha) I think I may back away safely from soo much of the brooding that they do. Or maybe not. I guess I'll just keep writing and see what comes out, yah know? I can't wait for you next review...i sooo much appreciate them! A hundred times thanx! See you in ch 6!