Thank you all my reviewers. Here is the final chapter!
Ha! Bet you all thought I was finished on this story, didn't ya? Well, this is the LAST chapter I promise. I couldn't just leave it how it was!
Chapter 16 – This Place
Rogue squinted in the darkness, trying to get her bearings. She didn't know where she was or how she got there. She remembered something about Remy's grave and a knife but that was it. She shakily got to her feet, dusting herself off and looked around her. She was in a room with walls of metal and four doors, one in each corner. She flicked her eyes between all four, pondering on which one to go through. She looked down at her clothes; a pale green shirt with flared sleeves and jeans, her usual.
She picked the farthest door, jogging over to it with slight paranoia, checking behind her to see if anyone was following her. When no one was, she yanked at the door handle, heaving it open. It was huge and had to be about 5 inches of pure steel. She slid herself through the smallest gap and collapsed against the door on the other side, panting.
The room she was in was enormous. The walls were lined with a red fabric like material, soft to the touch and the exact shade of Remy's eyes, A tear pricked her eye and she blinked it back rapidly, knowing that it wouldn't help her get out of here. She surveyed the rest of the room. The floor was a weird material, it felt like paper but it wasn't. Then she realized, the floor was made of playing cards.
She walked across the room, treading carefully onto an ace of spades and spotted a throne at the far end of the room, tall, wooden and with the King of Heart imprinted on the back, and what was that… there was…
There was someone sat on it.
She recognized him immediately, his legs swung over the arm of the chair, leaning against the other. Ripped jeans covered his long legs leading up to a tight black t-shirt which framed his muscles perfectly. In his hands were a pack of playing cards and he was shuffling them rapidly, as his crimson eyes watched them flicker. His tousled hair fell into his face and he shook it out, noticing her for the first time.
"Chere?"
She choked back tears. She hadn't heard his voice in such a long time now. She ran towards him as he stood up, throwing her arms around him, holding him close. He whispered sweet endearments in her ear, in both French and English, some which she understood some which she didn't but she didn't care.
He pulled her back to look in her eyes.
"But Chere," he whispered, "Y not…"
She cut him off. "Yeah Rems, Ahm dead,"
She watched his eyes fill with water and he pulled her close.
"How?"
"Ah killed myself, Remy,"
He looked at her in horror, his eyes unreadable.
"Why?"
She sighed, pushing a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. She suddenly felt as uncomfortable as a teenager watching a sex scene in front of their parents. She didn't really know why.
"Because… Ah guess… I didn't wanna live without ya, Sugah,"
His eyes softened and he pulled her into a searing kiss. She moaned against his lips, those lips that she hadn't felt for what seemed like a lifetime and pulled him closer.
She lost track of how long they kissed for, it seemed like hours, days, years, but they finally broke apart due to lack of oxygen. He cupped her face in one hand and gently wiped away the tear that was threatening to escape.
"I love you, Chere," he whispered.
"I love you too," she said, grabbing his hand and holding it as tightly as she could for fear of losing him again. She looked around.
"What is this place?"
He chuckled, "This? This is heaven, baby,"
She laughed and jumped into his arms, kissing him all over again. He carried her back to his throne and sat her down on his knee as she snuggled closer to him.
He was right.
It was heaven.
Authors note
That's better! Together again!