A/N: I don't know how many times I have to say: lay off my spelling and grammar but people still insist on pointing things out, and you know what? I don't really care. And you don't need to do it! You other read it and shut up or don't read it, simple as that. This chapter is part two of Seeing Things, so enjoy…. And I'm not saying you shouldn't review my work, I like it when people do, but you don't need to point things out. If I didn't explain something, it most likely has something to do with the plot, or something along that line. And I've chosen to end this story in a way that might not make every one happy. The idea's making me laugh though. So if ya what to know what I'm doing to this story keep reading and the more reviews I get the faster I'll update the story. Later chapters involve getting run over by trains, shooting, and a lot of fighting…not as much romance as I would have liked.

Chapter 11: Seeing Things Part 2

Still Day 1, Thursday November 30th time: …around noon….

Rogue sighed and leaned forward, resting her forehead against the chilly metal of the entry gate. Her world was crashing down around her and all she could do was watch helplessly as it happened. A frosty breeze sent a shiver down her spine. Opening the gate Rogue started walking down the street. She shut her eyes letting her senses guide her along the street. The wind was getting colder. She hated the cold. Folding her arms in front of her she picked up her pace. A solitary tear grazed her pallor complexion.

She came to a halt at the crosswalk. A couple cars paced her before one stopped to let her by. Keeping her head down she crossed the street and kept on walking, wind at her back, sun in her eyes. Rogue squinted to look around. She was on the root she took to school. And here, right here, this spot. This was where she first met…well, sort of met Remy. Where he took her wallet, which she still wasn't very happy about. Again, she crossed the road and lightly jogged down a block and a half. She smiled, this street. There was the bookstore, a small hair salon, and there, right there was the coffee house where they had such a civilised introduction. Rogue walked over to the coffee house window and looked inside. Everything was fixed and folks sat around the tables like nothing had ever happened, if any thing the excitement of their meeting made the shop more popular.

Rogue could feel her heart squeeze in her chest. As she looked pasted her reflection in the glass window, near the back of the room she saw someone she thought she knew. Looking closely, she knew him. It had to be him. Shaggy brown hair, broad shoulders, tall, built, him. Rogue shoved shock and realistic think away and bolted for the shop's entrance. Her abrupt entrance turned a couple heads but she didn't care. She walked over towards the back slowly, a half confused, half contented smile on her face.

'Please, oh please God.'

The man started to get up and Rogue froze. He turned around and walked in her direction. Brown eyes, not as handsome, not her man. Rogue almost couldn't hide her disappointment. She hurried for the door and out as fast as she could. She kept running. She didn't want to stop. 'Keep going' Her mind told her. 'Find him, and bring him back.' Oh how she wished she could. Just get on a plain go to New Orleans; she knew he was there, where else would be go other then home? Rogue ran and ran until she hit a corner too soon. She hit her shoulder and tripped on her pant leg. In a second, she fell forward and landed face first on the cold concrete. A sharp pain ran up her jaw. Rogue brushed over her chin with her hand, small dots of blood clung to the slick material. She groaned as she pulled herself up onto her elbows. People around her started to stare. No one would help here up. She didn't want them to; still Rogue knew that no one would help out "mutant scum" like her. Pushing off the ground Rogue stood up and started to walk forward rubbing her chin, more blood smeared over her gloved hand. Maybe it was time to turn back. Rogue sighed heavily and started back towards the mansion.

While she walked, she stared at the ground. She felt empty with out Remy. 'Remy come back.' But he wouldn't come back. She'll just have to find him. Rogue stopped in mid step. That was it; she'd find Remy, tell him she loved him, and bring him back. She'd go to the Professor and ask him for help. Her idea filled her with such joy she broke out in to a run towards the institute.

It was almost seven o'clock when Rogue walked in the doors of the institute. Confusion was the first thing that struck her. No one was there.

"Hello?" Rogue called out. Silence fallowed her soft echo. "Damn where is everybody!"

"Funeral home," The obvious voice made Rogue jump. "Why are you here?"

"Shit Logan, you trying to kill me too?" Rogue yelled, not being able to control the volume of her voice.

"Sorry kid. So why you here and not with every one else?" Logan asked and leaned against the doorframe.

"I didn't know they where going to go while I was out." Rogue said hysterically.

"Ok, ok calm down."

Rogue took a deep breath and sighed, "Sorry."

Logan shook him head in slight puzzlement. "What's got you so jumpy?" Logan asked.

"Nothing…it's nothing."

"You're a lousy liar kid, what's up?" Rogue looked down at the floor. Sure, Logan could help her out, but to what extent? Rogue glanced back up to see a small hint of worry in Logan's expression. So, she told him.

"Logan we have to go find him. Please you have to help."

Logan exhaled heavily. For a moment, Rogue was almost certain he was going to say no to her.

"I can't say no you to darlin'." He finally said. Rogue was so happy she ran at him and hugged him tightly. This took Logan by surprise. Rogue back up a little embarrassed. Logan just smiled sincerely. "Do you know where he'll be?"

"New Orleans. I'm sure of it."

"Well, I doubt the others will get back any time soon." Logan stated bluntly.

"Logan can't you just take me I don't want to wait any more." Sadness filled Rogue's voice. Logan wasn't sure that they should be leaving with out any one knowing. Rogue noticed his hesitation. "Please?" She said batting her eyes and giving him her best puppy dog pout. Logan groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Ok! Ok…just… stop doing that. I'll massage the Professor or 'Ro and you go get anything you'll need. We leave in five."

"Thank you!" Rogue smiled brightly and ran off. Logan stood shaking his head.

"What did I do to deserves this?"

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A/N: Ohy, short no? Yeah well I didn't want to go any farther 'casue then I couldn't no what I need to do for the next chapter….

HA, you have to wait and see.