A/N: Mwahahahaha!!! Ok I guess I could apologize to Scott fans but I'm just not in the mood. He got what he deserved. Yeah you can tell I don't like him.

Well this chapter is kind of sad but really not overly but it does make you think 'BITCH' and not just towards Belladonna, but Jean and Kitty to. Actually Jean is a bitch. Hahaha any way I realize that I might have to up my rating for the next chapter and chapters to come because I want to add more violence, more deaths, and hopefully some sexual content latter on if I feel like adding it. But then again I'm always up for that so it wouldn't matter; it will just depend on how my story is going. Jazz Hands. And there's one more thing I must ask of you guys, if I add any thing you don't like, don't kill me. It's not my fault it I kill off characters I don't like...oh wait… yes it is. : )

Disclaimer: I don't own X Men but I do own this idea and the hatred I have for Belle!! Snarl and I hate you Rogan fans. Ok it's not bad, in fact I can stand to read it but it's just so wrong. I mean he's old and she's not. He's more of an older brother or father figure to her not a boy friend damn it! Any way…

Chapter 8: Back Here Again

It was late now and Rogue had locked herself in her room after the events of earlier that evening. She had asked Kitty to room with some one else so she could be alone. Kitty didn't really mind but she didn't want to be by herself so she had found Jean and asked to stay with her for the night. And for, what felt to be the millionth time, Rogue found herself staring at the clock over on Kitty's nightstand. It read 9:00 pm in big red numbers. Rogue sat up on her bed and switched the lamp off so the only light came from the open window and two digital clocks. Waite what, an open window? Rogue thought. She had closed the window and the curtains when she first got in. Rogue pulled her body off her bed and slumped to the window to once again close it. A shuffle came from be hind her and she look around in the dark room but saw nothing. She blinked her ears which where not yet adjusted to the dim lighting. She walked back over to her bed and lay down. A sigh escaped her lips as a single tear grazed her cheek and she closed her eyes to sleep. A moment later Rogue felt like she was not alone and she turned over to survey the room again. Still not being able to see she turned her lamp back on and was greeted by two angry red and black eyes.

"Remy." She breathed in shock. He was sitting lazily across the room in her desk chair shuffling a deck of cards.

"Bonjour my chere." He answered her, his voice low and serious.

"What are you doing here? How did you get out?"

Remy look disappointed. " Lets just say that holding cell is missing two of its walls, but really I thought you'd be happy to see me."

"What do you want?" Rogue asked not liking the two seconds of silent between each other's sentences. His face softened dramatically and he stood up. He looked at her with desperate eyes. The longer he didn't respond the more the silence bothered Rogue. He walked towards her and stopped at the end of the bed. Rogue moved back against the headrest.

"Rogue," Remy tried but she wouldn't look at his face. Her eyes were focused down at his feet. He stepped closer and that was when she looked up. "Rogue please you have to believe me. I didn't do it. You know I didn't." He maintained his distance but wanted nothing but to hold her, comfort her and dry her tears.

"Remy I can't." Rogue said looking away.

"Why not?" He asked in almost the same millisecond she finished.

Rogue's expression grew to an angry frown. "I saw the tape Rem!" she screamed at him, tears coming to her eyes once more that night. "I saw it. The whole thing and now I wish I hadn't. It's like I was there. It plays over and over in my head. You did do it so don't say you didn't!"

"Oh yeah? Did you see my face? Did I speak?" Remy asked once again becoming angry himself.

"No but-"

"But what? Logan said he could smell cigarette smock in the garage right? Well I'm not the only one in the world that smocks. In the tape did 'I' have a trench coat?" Rogue nodded. "Don't you have one? Don't other people?"

"Yes." Rogue answered but it sounded more like a question.

"Rogue, think please. Why would I do some thing like that? What would I gain from doing that?"

"I don't know." Rogue looked at him. He moved around the foot of the bed and up next to her.

"Look me in the eye and then tell me if you think I did."

Rogue did as he said and looked him in the eye. It took all her will power but she did it. His eyes where so unique and beautiful to her, she could see so much of him in them, his laughter, his easy going out look on life. There was no way he did it but Rogue wasn't sure. Rogue went to say some thing but a loud knock at the door stopped her. Rogue broke eye contact with Remy for a moment.

"Please chere you have to believe me." Remy said urgently as if he knew some thing she didn't.

The knock came again, this time louder and more aggressive fallowed by a voice.

"Rogue, open the door." It was Logan.

"Chere please."

Rogue looked over at the door as Logan kept beating at it. "Please." Remy kept saying quietly.

"Get out Remy." Rogue said sternly. "Get out… now."

"But chere." Rogue tried to stand but Remy grabbed her upper arm and held her still.

"Rogue you have to-"

"No. No I don't now let go." Rogue was on the verge of yelling Logan was right out side the door and would hear immediate. Remy just tightened his grip on her. "I said let go."

"No."

"Let go of me!" Rogue yelled. The instant she yelled Logan heard and put his claws threw the door.

"No chere."

"Let me go!" Rogue screamed again and Logan came bursting through the now destroyed door. Remy cursed and let go of Rogue. As Logan lunged forward Remy dogged to the right and throw himself at the window. The glass shattered under impact.

"Oh-my-god." Rogue gasp as he fell from her second floor window. She rushed to the hole in the glass and looked out into the dark just in time to see him land perfectly on the ground and run off. Logan moved up behind her and touched her lightly on the shoulder.

"You ok kid?"

"No." She shook her head and started crying again. Logan caught her as her knees gave way and she toppled over. He held her close to him as she cried on his shoulder.

-

Remy hit the ground hard but didn't stop once his feet touched grass he made a dash for the gate. He slowed down to take one last look up at Rogue's room. When he turned Remy saw Rogue in the window and what looked like her throwing herself at Wolverine. His eyes narrowed but he didn't go back. He picked up his pace and ran off a crossed the yard to the gate. When he reached the gate he paused. Just for an instant but he paused hand on the metal gate. As much as he wanted to stay he forced himself not to look back. If he didn't get out of there fast the X Men would come after him. He climbed the gate easily and landed on the asphalt silently.

"You where always the best at braking and entering."

Remy knew the voice so very well and didn't need to look up to know who it was. "Henri. What are you doing here?"

"I got a call from you're little friend Julien telling me where you were."

"Friend my fucking ass!"

"Remy why are you doing this?"

"Doing? Doing what?"

"Running away from us, your family. Just come back." Henri pleaded.

"I will not marry Belle." Remy stated as if he were saying 'hell no' over and over again.

"I know, I know, you'd rather die first." Remy glared at his brother. "Remy that wedding is suppose to end years of fighting between are two guilds. I'm not asking you to fall for Belladonna; I don't care if you like her or not, it's not like I'm telling you to be a loyal husband. Just marry her."

"But I'm in love Henri." Remy confessed.

"Right, right that girl Julien told me about." Henri took a step closer to Remy and looked at him seriously. "Does she love you?"

"I thought she did." He answered looking back at the mansion. Most of the lights where now on and ha knew they had to go. "But now…"

"Now she kicked you out and you don't want to move on."

"After a three minute separation? I don't think I can."

"Haha funny. Remy, there's nothing here for you any more. As I see it now you have two choices. You can other come back with me and you can marry Belle and have power, money, and a slightly obsessive wife or to can run away from them." Henri finished off by pointing back up at the mansion.

"Them?" Remy looked behind him to see the X Men running out of the mansion. "Shit."

"You have your choices Remy so take your pick, oh and you might want to make your decision fast."

"Fine! I'll…I'll go back."

"That's a good boy, now come on there's a car waiting down the street for us." With that said they took off at a dash down the dark street.

-

Jean, Charles, Hank, Logan and Rogue where the only once that didn't go on the hunt for Remy. Jean and Charles where down in the med lab with Hank and Logan wasn't going to leave Rogue for a minute.

The two sat in the kitchen silently. Occasionally one of them would get up for a drink or stand at the window then sit down again then get up then sit. There was a lot of moving around but there wasn't a lot of talking going on until Logan asked,

"How ya feeling darlin?" Rogue look up at his from a crossed the table and gave him a soft smile.

"I'll live. He didn't hurt me none."

Logan nodded. He wanted to know what happened but he didn't ask incase it upset her in some way.

Five minutes pasted and still they sat in silence. Logan had a sneaky suspicion that something did happen between them, not just before he ran off but before that maybe earlier that day or yesterday. And he doubted it was any thing like an argument. He kept thinking he 'touched' Rogue some how. And he didn't mean something like holding hands but he doubted any thing more then a kiss. Still, a kiss would knock him out. But he couldn't help but wonder. Five more minutes past and still no one talked. Rogue whipped her eyes on the back of her naked hand, this made her remaining make up smear a little over her eyelid and cheek. It also left a small black line on the back of her hand. Maybe Logan wasn't thinking clearly and didn't know what he was doing or he didn't care any more about thinking clearly but he reached out his gloved hand and held her hand in his. With his thumb he rubbed the top of her hand and cleaned off the black smug. Rogue looked up at him a little confused or maybe uncomfortable she wasn't sure but he smirked back at her, his brown eyes glazed in what seemed to her to be… lust? He was giving her the same look Remy gave her when they were close.

Rogue felt exposed all of a sudden. Slowly Rogue leaned back in her chain and let her hand slide lazily out of his. She didn't like the bizarre feeling she was getting. She needed to change the topic in her mind to some thing different. Looking out side the large windows she could see the moon and bright stars. What time was it? She had lost track at quarter past ten and to guess she would say it had been at least 20 minutes since then. It wasn't overly late but she felt extremely sleepy. She yawned and pushed the hair out of her face.

"You should get some sleep." Logan suggested to her calmly. Rogue nodded and stood up. Loan started to get up to help her but Rogue stopped him.

"I'll be fine. I'm just going to crash in a spare room tonight. See you in the morning."

"Ok. Goodnight Rogue."

-

Rogue silently walked through the halls. She rubbed her arms to warm herself from the slight coldness. She had stopped to get her nightclothes and picked up one of Kitty's thin, short, sleeveless nightgowns by mistake but didn't feel like changing. It was past midnight now and Rogue had been jumping from bed to bed trying to find some place to sleep. She wanted to sleep but couldn't. There was nowhere in the mansion where she felt protected, not in her room, one of the spare rooms for new comers. She was walking through the girl's wing when she knew where she wanted to be. The rest of the X Men had gotten back around eleven with out any luck and went right to bed. Rogue padded her way past the doors making her way to wards the boy's wing.

'Damn why is it the quieter you try to be the louder you end up being?' she asked herself mentally. She made her way down another hall and stopped in front of a closed door. Rogue felt quilting about all this. She opened the door and walked into the empty room. Turning on a light she looked around. There wasn't much there, a made bed, a chair by the window, and an empty dresser and only a couple of hours ago it had been Remy's room. Rogue turned the light off and closed the door behind her. She crossed the room and crawled into his old bed. It felt to right being in this room, in this bed, but she wanted him to be there with her, right next to her in the bed, holding her while she slept. More tears came to her eyes.

'Damn these tears.' She thought. It felt to her like they would never truly go away. The paint of this day would still be there tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day. And here she was again. Alone, just like she was before she met Remy, before Scott was killed, before she even came to Bayville. She was alone and she all ways would be.

Rogue tried to sleep but even here she couldn't. Every five minutes or so she would wake up from a nightmare. And every time it was different but they were always in them. Not Scott like she thought he would be but her and Remy. It was wrong to not be thinking of Scott but she loved Remy still and always would. It didn't matter now, she believed him now but it didn't matter, he was gone. They all think he did it and he could never come back. Un less she could prove him innocent but what good would that do? They still didn't know where he was. He wouldn't have gone back to New Orleans would he? No, no he wouldn't do that. He's not that desperate for a purpose. Wasn't he? Her thinking was keeping her up. She rolled over in the bed and closed her eyes. She would have given any thing in the world to open her eyes and see him looking back at her. She no longer wanted to sleep. When she opened her eyes she jumped. The eyesight not great in the dark she saw the red glow of his digital clock a crossed the room. Why couldn't that glow be his eyes like they were before? She looked closer at the time, 5:00am. Why was that time odd to her? She thought. 5:00? 5:01, that's when she remembered, 5:00 was when Remy came to see her before they where called down to the med bay. Rogue jumped out of bed and dashed for the door.

She really didn't care anymore she ripped open the door and ran through the hallway. Rogue mind was whirling; she needed to see that tape again. Her bare feet hitting the wood floor made a small echo in the halls, but she didn't slow down, she didn't care if any one woke up.

'Please don't let me be wrong.' Her mind pried to any one out there that would listen.

'Oh God please.' She quickened her run and almost fell when she jumped down the main stairs.

"Please, please." She breathed out load as she turned another corner. Stopping before the elevator doors she looked around. 'Too slow.' Rogue decided and throw open a closed door and running down yet another set of stairs.

Half an hour had past and she still sat rewinding the tape. Nothing, nothing, closer, she watched the clock in the top left hand corner decrease. 6:00, 5:50, 5:40, 5:30, 5:20, 5:10, she stopped at 5:10 and watched as Logan came in the garage and found Scott. Rogue clenched her eyes shut and rewound it further. 5:00, she stopped the tape again, there he was or who ever it was. Rogue didn't watch for long. She stopped it just before Scott was shot. But this proved to her he didn't do it, he couldn't have been in two places at once and he couldn't have killed Scott and gotten up to her room in under three minutes since the garage was on the opposite side of the mansion then her room. Not even Logan could do that, only Kurt who would teleport or Pietro who could walk faster then any one could run. Rogue removed the tape from the computer and stared at it. This proved that he didn't do it, but she was the only witness to him being in her room at the time and then they would ask why he was there in the first place. Still Rogue had to show the Prof. Show any one. Just prove he was innocent.

"Well this will be fun to explain." She said out load before standing up from the metal chair and walking out of the room.

-

Remy had gotten into the car with Henri and they traveled to the cities airport to where a small privet plain was waiting for them to return. The whole time Remy didn't talk. He stared out the window of the car then around the airport the out the window of the plain. He wasn't thinking of where he was going like he thought he would be. All he could think about was Rogue. She had technically "dumped" him. Henri was right she had thrown him aside instead of believing him. Why didn't she believe him? Why didn't any one?

When they had reached the airport they where received by a couple of men their father ordered to bring them back and Julien and some of his boys. Remy wasn't happy to see Julien but didn't do any thing about him being there, not that there was any thing he could do about it. On the plain he sat in the back and stared out the window sadly. Depression was a funny thing for him. The slightest thing could set him off, one wrong word and he'd go off like a mad man. But if you left him long enough he would wallow in his regret, guilt, and horror forever. But he would keep to his word this time, he would marry Belle in four days no questions asked, and he would… try to be as loyal to her as he could handle.