A/N: wow a chapter 9. I think this is the longest story I've written that wasn't for school. I love English class. Oi…. this isn't long. And that sucks. Why can't I write longer ones? Oh well, now what can I say about this chapter? Oh I know, feel sorry for Remy ok? That's all you need to do. And call Belle a bitch. Yeah I know she's actually in this chapter, page, thing. Let me go throw up. HA! Burn.

And I've upped the rating to M because…well it needed to be done.

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Oh and getting off topic if any one has seen Doc Who- The Shakespeare Code. What did you think? I loved it!!!! Good old J.K. Hahahaha yes! That reminds me, you know my other fin I haven't finished yet? I will don't worry…. soon, give it a year.

Chapter 9: Dilemma

The count down starts, day 1. Thursday November 30th

7:35 am, only a few hours had passed since what happened and yet it felt like it was seconds ago. To Remy it was like his life had stopped. Remy flopped back into a chair by the window. He was home. Or rather what he used to call home. Ever since he left he dreaded coming back and yet here he was sitting in his old room, in the same old chair, trapped again because of the same fucking reason, he was over ruled in the matter any way. His father wanted this, Belle obviously wanted this since she'd had gone to such an extent to get him back, her father wanted this, kind of, and the guilds needed this. Every body wanted this, except him. Accept your fate because you can't do a damn thing to change it. That was his outlook on the whole thing. The no win scenario, a lost cause, and dead end. He was doomed, or at least that's what he kept thinking. His hand rose to his chest and he clutched at his heart. It was cold, cold and broken. In nothing flat his life had ended, gone, out the window forever. Rogue hated him, she shoved him away, she didn't believe him. His only real love was now lost to him. The thought of it sickened him. Why him? With a sigh Remy lowered his hand and rested it calmly on the armrest of the chair. Rolling his head to the side he came to face the window. He was almost life less. If it weren't for the slow rising and falling of his chest you'd think him dead. But there he was, the now robotic Remy. Programmed to do what he was told. After all he did give his family his word. His brother was right, there was nothing left for him, not just back up in New York, at the mansion, but in life. He had lost the only thing he needed now, love, love from Rogue. Slumping back further into the chair Remy stared out the window into the lack of a view out side. His room on the second floor fasted some trees and beyond that, a swamp. Ironically that swamp ran passed Remy's family's home up a few kilometers to Belle's home, a swamp to connect two homes. Soon he would connect two families. Damn he hated that thought. Another silent sigh passed his lips and Remy reached into his pocket for a cigarette. He brought it to his lips and let it rest there. There was no point in lighting it, yes smocking can kill you, but unfortunately for him it wouldn't kill him fast enough for him to be satisfied. He though of just jumping out the window but knowing how determined his father was he'd find some way to bring Remy back. Remy's eyes remained unblinking as he stared out the window. How much time had past? It didn't really matter did it? He wasn't going anywhere.

Remy hadn't noticed the knock at his door until who ever wanted in started to slam at the wood. Even then he just blinked and grumbled a, "Whacha want?" He heard the door open and footsteps coming up on his left. He turned his head up to see who it was and found his "dad" glaring down at him. Remy suddenly felt like a boy again, getting into some kind of trouble, which he always did, then getting yelled at then punished for it, which he was no dough about to get.

But no, nothing, Jean-Luc just rolled his eyes then walked around him to sit on Remy's bed. An awkward moment passed between the two before Jean-Luc finally spoke out.

"Well…it's good to see you."

"Cut the bloody act. You're not happy at all to see me."

"Well you're right about that. I'm not happy. I should knock some sense in to the thick head of yours! …But I need you later."

Remy looked away again staying silent. It was clear to him that not only did every one hate him now but he now hated himself for letting this all happen in the first place.

"Remy it's for the best."

'Yeah, the best for you, bastard.' But Remy didn't say this. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes tight, covering up the anger bowling in side him.

"I know you must hate me." Jean-Luc said in an attempted to get Remy to respond. "I just didn't know that this would effect you this much."

Another awkward silence fell over the two as Remy still refuse to speak or even look at the man next to him. That was until another jam at his heart was made.

"Henri told me you meet some one up in…New York was it?"

Remy's eyes snapped open and a visibly pained expression appear on his face but still he tried to hide it.

"So… who was she?"

"Just a girl." Remy said a bit too fast. He didn't want to have this conversation, any thing but this one.

"She must have been some girl to get you this depressed."

"She, she was different."

"So the sex was good I guess."

Remy smiled weakly. "No, I… never slept with her." Jean-Luc raised an eyebrow.

"Who are you and what happen to my boy?"

"Funny." Remy said, pretending to laugh.

"Well, you've met a girl that you obviously like a little. This is different."

"And what's that suppose to mean?"

"Remy, you're not a very complicated person. You meet a good-looking girl; you'll bed her then move on. Or at least that's how you used to be."

"People change."

"Never thought I'd live to see the day. So what miss perfect like?"

"She, she was like me and yet not. There's no one on earth that could match her. She was…is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She's and angel, a pure angel." He paused, this was getting too painful but just talking about her made him think she still loved him and that hurt the most. "And … I love her. She's perfect for me. I felt so attacked to her and I thought she felt the same way. She's sweet and fun but only around her friends. She's not the most popular person at the place. But she's independent and clever and if you said any thing bad about her, she'd kick your ass." And for some reason, not even realizing it, Remy smiled, amused that he was truly this taken by a girl that he could talk so highly about her and mean every word.

"Never thought you would fall for some girl."

"She wasn't just 'some girl'!" Remy shouted over at his father.

A moment paced before "What was her name?"

"Rogue." He said it in a whisper. Her name sliding of his tongue like he'd said it all his life. It was so quiet though that he was almost sure he never said anything. But thoughts ran thought his head. Horrible thoughts. Didn't she care where he was or even if he was alive or not? Did she know he still loved her? That he would always love her? It was clear to him that other guys around the institutes liked her. Logan for one, and from time to time maybe Bobby and to be honest Scott loved her like a kid sister. But Remy loved her. Really loved her. Would she move on with out him? Should he just…. move on? After all Rogue was younger then Remy, by three years. She would find other boyfriends, better ones, or better then him any way. Should he move on to?

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5:52 am at the Institute.

"Professor, please!"

"Rogue you do bring up very good evidence, but, you still haven't given him an alibi. If that's not Gambit on that tape where was he?"

That question. Rogue didn't want to answer it, not only because Logan was behind her. But because the alibi was that, they were technically in her room or just out side her room making out. How do you say that to these three? After all no one but her and Remy knew that she was able to touch him. She looked back over her shoulder to where Ororo and Logan, who found her a few minutes earlier running though the halls. He looked cold; he would be since when he found Rogue he had given her his sweater so she didn't hit some one and knock them out.

Rogue bit her lip and look down at the floor. She twisted her hands around the material of Logan's sweater.

"I see. Well if you don't have an excuse for him-"

"No-I-do. I know that's not him on the tape because - I was - with him - at that time."

"And you two were where?"

'Damn it.' "We were–talking–in the hall way–out side my room."

"Do you have proof of this?"

"Well no one saw us if that's what you mean-but-I-do-have-my-memory. You could read my mind and see for your self."

"As much as I don't like to interfere on other people privacy if you wish me to I will."

Rogue smiled happily. And as much as she hated psychics running around in her head she was willing to be good this one time to clear Remy. The professor asked her to take a seat and she did. Rogue plopped herself down in a big leather chair.

"Are you ready Rogue?"

Rogue nodded. "Yes."

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"YES!!!" Belle shrieked while jumping and spinning around her fancy furnished room. (If you can imagine that.) "Finally."

"You seem happy today." Belle stopped and faced her brother with a threatening look on her face. She walked up to him and spoke in a low voice.

"I will always get what I want." And with in a second her face lit up into a large smile. "And why shouldn't I deserve it?" Belle continued to jump around on cloud 9 until Julien broke he squealing again.

"And what if those friends of his come looking for him?"

Belle flicked back a strand of her blond hair. "Didn't you take care of every thing as I told you?"

"What did you want that guy's head or some thing?"

"No. That's sick."

"It was your idea to kill him and you're saying it's sick?"

"Why should I kill some one when I can get some one else to do it for me?" Belle asked sauntering over to her wardrobe. She pulled out two identical dresses but one was pink the other blue. "What one would Remy like better?"

Julien gowned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Fine!" Belle yelled after him. "Well I like the blue." She throw the pink dress a crossed the room and went to lay her choice one her bed. Seeing the time and knowing that she would be meeting up with Remy in an hour she started to get ready. As she walked over to her full-length mirror Belle flipped off the shirt and pants she had been wearing and let them fall to the floor. And by a force of habit she checked out her body in the mirror and to her, liked what she saw and knew Remy would to. A curvy long flat torso, long toned legs and perky pink breast. A smile came to her face as she admired herself. Tossing her hair over one shoulder she headed back over to her bed and picked up her dress and put it on. Then went back to adoring herself. The blue clingy material made her look even curvier but still gave off a look of modesty. It was solid sky blue, had a low round neckline, three/quarter sleeves and came down to mid thigh and twirled when she walked. Again she pranced away from her reflection to get a pair of white high heels from her wardrobe. They made her ever taller then the 5 foot 9" person she already was and she liked it.

The sense of power over others thrilled her in a way. The mistress of seduction, queen of intimidation, that's what she considered herself. But still even the titles didn't exactly agree with her. She though herself as more of a goddess, but still that was too low a rank for her to be happy.

Belle blew herself a kill in the mirror and pranced towards her bedroom door. Every thing was going her way. The whole world was rapping it's self nicely around her baby finger, and she liked it that way.

A/N: oh, oh, oh, how's that for an ending? Well you have two choices at this time, you could other close this window and wait patiently for the next chapter or you could review this chapter and bug me to write the next chapter. In short I want reviews, now review my work or you get no more!!!!