I'm really starting to enjoy writing this! It's so intriguing to be able to portray the characters as I see fit. On a side note, I would love to hear who you think Emma was talking in chapter 4. Enjoy!

TristeAlma: I really enjoyed writing the character of Magneto. I found it very fun to write him not as a villain per se, but as an antihero. I really look forward to including him in future chapters.

Disclaimer: It's not mine. It makes me sad…

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Lying in her bed, Rogue looked up at the light blue ceiling. She pictured tufts of white floating on the blue. Remy had insisted that they paint it light blue; he said that it would always comfort them whenever they were upset. However, tonight it only made Rogue melancholy. It seemed that everything in the room reminded her of him.

God, I sound like a cheesy romance movie.

Rogue closed her eyes, trying to manually induce sleep. It was foolish; it never worked. She tried counting horses—she found it unrealistic that sheep would jump over hurdles—and began to feel her eyes droop. Once they were closed, the horses changed into Remy and she opened them once again.

"This is crazy," she whispered to herself. "I am not going to let him ruin my sleep." Rogue sat up in bed and turned on the T.V. She glanced at the clock on her left and swore under her breath. It was 2 a.m.; nothing would be on.

"I don't deserve this. I didn't do anything wrong. It's not like I stole him from somebody."

It was at that moment that the idea came to her. It was both risky and dangerous but it was worth a shot. She needed to get Remy back, no matter what the cost.

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Kitty aimlessly strolled through the halls of the sleeping mansion. She passed the kitchen and decided to make herself a sandwich. Walking into the kitchen, she turned on the light and began to gather the ingredients: bread, mayonnaise, lettuce, tomato, bell peppers, and salami. As she reached for the salami, she froze. She could feel the presence of someone behind her. Trying to stay calm, she slowly pulled out the salami and quickly turned and threw it. Logan pulled out his claws and sliced it in half.

"You tryin' to choke me with it?"

Kitty let out her breath. "I thought you were someone else. An intruder." Logan smirked.

"And you were planning on bludgeoning them with salami?"

"You know, I thought you'd be more friendlier at night but I guess I was wrong."

Logan finished making the sandwich and took a bite out of it.

"I don't do friendly."

Kitty grabbed the sandwich and rolled her eyes as she saw it was already half eaten. She gave it back to him.

"Back to the drawing board," she murmured.

"Get me a beer while you're at it."

Kitty turned and raised her eyebrow. "This is a school, Logan. Not a bar."

"I keep beer in my room. No one says anything about it."

"You also have claws that can cut through bone. Do the math."

Logan took the last bite out of the sandwich as Kitty gave him a can of Pepsi.

"So why are you up so late? Ol' Metalhead not participating in the nightly ritual?" Logan smiled as Kitty rolled her eyes.

"No, that's not why I'm awake. I just…felt sick." Her voice wavered as she completed her sentence. Logan noticed but decided not to pry.

"That makes two of us. All I can here is Bobby snoring. At least it's better than hearing Scott and Emma doing it."

Kitty froze when Logan mentioned Bobby.

"You okay?"

Kitty forced a smile. "I'm just not feeling well. That's all."

Logan took a large sip from the Pepsi and eyed Kitty.

"What's really bothering you?"

"I told you. I'm sick."

"And I'm a leprechaun with a pot of gold. Now tell me what's really up."

Kitty sighed and turned away.

"I'm pregnant. And I think its Bobby's."

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A soft breeze blows in the air, gently caressing Scott's body. He shivers and looks up, smiling. It is not only the breeze that makes him shiver. It's her. Standing by the lake, she looks out onto the horizon. He begins to walk forward but stops. Her hair blows softy in the wind; a bright flame in a dim cavern. He smiles once more and continues walking. He reaches her, but she falls forward. Falls into the lake. Panicking, he drops to his knees and looks down. He extends an arm but stops. It's not her anymore. It's Emma. She curses his name before being enveloped by the dark, brackish tendrils.

Scott woke up, his eyes adjusting to the dark red. The dream was far too vivid and real. What did it mean? He wanted to find out but was afraid. The fearless leader was afraid. Afraid he might make the wrong choice. Afraid he might choose the wrong woman.

Closing his eyes, Scott began to fall asleep. However, sleep did not come. Instead, a familiar presence filled his mind. It was not foreign, yet he was not able to fully identify it. It was not until he focused that he was able to identify it.

"Jean," Scott croaked. Freeing himself from the blanket, Scott ran to the window. He opened it and ignored the cold wind that lashed at his body. He scanned the area and found her. She was slumped against the mansion; Scott guessed that she had been there for some time. He ran to the door and opened it. As he was leaving, he abruptly stopped. What if Emma found out? Would she be upset?

No. She'll understand. She's above jealousy.

Scott looked back at Emma and closed the door on his way out.

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Remy was awake, lying in the bed in the guest room. He had decided that it would be better if he stayed there; no one would ask questions.

He looked at the clock on the right wall and sighed as he saw the time.

"It's 2 in da mornin' and Remy can't sleep. I need you, chére."

Remy ran a hand through his hair and closed his abnormal eyes. A veil of blackness appeared and he tried to concentrate on sleeping. It was ironic, though. He had to use all of his concentration on the one thing that relaxed him.

A feeling of utter and complete defeat overwhelmed Remy. He didn't know where it came from and was surprised. He had never felt this before. Even when faced with a seemingly impossible situation, Remy managed to overcome it. But not tonight. Tonight he was a plaything for love.

She's makin' me go insane. She's makin' me depressed.

Deciding to do something about it, Remy turned on the television. He was relieved that each room had a television; he needed to forget this.

Flipping through channels, Remy finally settled on the re-run of Saturday Night Live.

"Maybe I need a laugh."

However, the comedy did not seem to affect his mood. He would try and concentrate on watching the show, but his mind would always stray to thoughts of Rogue.

"Please, let me live," he whispered. Falling onto his pillow, Remy felt the tears begin to fall. It was then that he realized a way out. It was cheap and low, but it was a way out. He swiftly grabbed his phone and dialed the number he knew all too well.

"Hello? Bella? C'est Remy."

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The piercing ring of the phone shattered Emma's pleasant slumber. She groaned and blindly reached for it. It was then that she realized what phone was ringing. Jumping out of bed, Emma swiftly opened the bottom drawer of her nightstand.

"For God's sake, stop ringing!"

Emma fumbled through the undergarment until she felt the coolness of the phone. Quickly pulling it out, she answered it with great anger. It was then that she noticed that Scott was gone.

He's probably with that bitch.

Her anger increasing with that thought, she snapped.

"Why the hell would you think of calling now? Did you not hear me the first time? I told you to NEVER CALL ME!"

Breathing heavily, Emma was able to regain her composure.

"Why did you call me?"

For a moment it was quiet. Then Emma's eyes grew wide. She became completely numb.

"No," she whispered. "Not now."