Hey! Guess what? Yep, that's right, I have a plot now... sorta. The moment I had an idea for this, I just had to write it down so, again, the next chappie might be a while. Anyhoo, I'd like to thank rogueslove22 for the idea for the first part in New York, and to Anna Marie and the Purple Rose for the idea for the first part in Mississippi (sorta). Without those, there would probably be no chapter 5. Y'all are fantastic!

Chapter Song

Samson came to my bed,
Told me that my hair was red.
Told me I was beautiful
And came into my bed.
Oh I cut his hair myself one night,
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light,
And he told me that I'd done alright,
And kissed me 'til the morning light, the morning light,
And he kissed me 'til the morning light.

Samson - Regina Spektor

I feel I have to clarification for the song choice here. "Samson" is often wrongly believed to be about the Bible story of Samson and Delilah, when, in fact, it is not. Spektor describes how her relationship with a man – whether his name was Samson or not is unknown – broke down by showing the parallels between them and Samson and Delilah. I'm using it because Delilah never really loved Samson, she only wanted to know the origins of his success in battle (his hair, which she then cut off to remove it) and then left, thereby using him as a means to an end, and using it to describe Rogue's beliefs about Remy's feelings for her. And I also just really like the song.

Irritated was an understatement. Logan was thoroughly pissed, extremely frustrated... And he was pretty sure he had a hole in his shoe. He'd only spoken to the woman from SDA yesterday, but he needed to talk to the Cajun. He'd gotten voicemail when he called the Cajun's cell, and the hotel said he'd left the night before and hadn't come back in the morning. And now, he was pacing his study (again) waiting for this damn rookie detective to get off his computer and tell him where the Hell the Cajun had gone.

"Got it, sir!" the rookie, Bobby Drake, called excitedly, "There's a plane ticket in his name and a hotel reservation for Munich."

"Why does it say that there're two tickets?"

"Hmm? Oh, one's are for a woman. They're either sharing a room in Germany or she's... uh... Yeah, they're probably sharing a room. The hotel reservation's for one room, one bed, two people."

Logan growled. "'Kay. Fine." He pulled out his cheque book, writing one for Bobby's fee and handing it to the young man. When Bobby had gone, Logan reached for the phone, only for it to ring before his had even touched it. "Hello?"

Remy woke, feeling thoroughly content, with the most beautiful woman in the world wrapped in his arms. She was sleeping soundly, her angelic face at absolute peace despite the devastating news she had received the day before... or was it night? He had no idea of the time - not that it mattered when she was with him - but he'd suddenly realised that, in the time he'd spent getting to know the wonderful Anna, two weeks had passed him by and he was on a job. His job was currently in bed with him (fully-clothed he might add, he wasn't going to take advantage of her when she was so vulnerable), but he probably should've checked in by now. Carefully extracting her from his arms and tucking her in, brushing his lips to her pale-skinned forehead, he walked into her small sitting room and rummaged in his trench coat pockets for his cell phone. Stifling the start-up tune with a cushion so as not to wake up Anna, he glanced at the display and noted that he had 'one missed call from an unknown caller' at some time during the night. Taking his cell outside the apartment, he pressed the button for voicemail and waited. A moment later, a gruff voice was heard at the other end of the line.

~LeBeau, this is Logan Xavier. You know, you current employer. You've been MIA for two weeks now and I want some sort of update. I don't care if you haven't found my daughter, I just want to know you're still looking. I also had a talk with Amara Aquilla at SDA and I found out about your womanising. If you hurt my daughter in any way I swear I'll...~

At that point, the message cut off and a calm, feminine voice was on the line, ~I'm very sorry about that. He's just anxious. If you get this, please call back.~ There was the sound of the mouthpiece being covered on the other end and Remy grinned to himself as the woman's voice reprimanded Logan, ~For all you know, Logan, he might just be as bad with technology as you are and simply forgot to charge his cellphone. Honestly...~ Then the message ended.

Remy stood still for a moment, trying to decide what to do next. On the one hand, he could keep Anna in the dark and live out this little fairytale he was finding himself sinking deeper and deeper into every day, the little fairytale where he was sure that he could be with her forever... Or on the other hand he could tell her the truth and hope she would still want him. Making his decision, he pressed 'redial'.

The phone was answered almost instantly.

~Hello?~

"M'sieur Xavier?"

~LeBeau?~

"Oui."

~Where the Hell have you been?~

"Desolé pour not callin' sooner, mais m' cellphone ran out o' charge an' I t'ought I'd lef' m' charger at home. I went back t' N'Awlins t' find it, an' when I couldn', I had t' buy a new phone. When I got back t' de hotel, I found de damn t'ing in de bag wit' m' razor."

~Doesn't explain why you didn't call from the hotel or a payphone.~

"... Damn. Didn' t'ink o' dat."

~Did you find her?~

"Momen' o' trut'..." "Haven' found her yet. Dere was a surprising number o' femmes born on dat day, an' it's kinda perverted t' ask if dey've got a birt'mark on deir ass."

~Okay. Just check in once in a while. And I know you tend to be crass, but don't refer to my daughter's backside as her 'ass'.~

"Pas problem."

Logan hung up and Remy leaned back against the wall beside Anna's front door, exhaling in relief. He'd chosen to lie - he'd chosen her. He could spend more time with her now. He could got to Germany, meet the maternal side of her family, be her boyfriend. He could have everything he wanted with her... almost. He still wanted that lifelong commitment (something he'd never been interested in since Bella); he wanted children; he wanted to celebrate their children's birthdays, their anniversaries; he wanted to walk any daughters he had down the aisle; he wanted to die peacefully in his sleep, in her arms, as she did the same... He wanted a life with her.

"Remy?"

He was broken from his reverie by a beautiful Southern drawl.

"Yah okay?"

It was music to his ears. "Oui. Jus' had t' make a call, didn' want t' wake y'."

She smiled softly, taking his hand and leading him back into her little apartment.

"Y' wan' breakfas'?" he asked, letting her hand go and opening the fridge.

"Yeah, but yah're thah guest, yah shouldn't be cookin' foah meh."

"Mais I wan' t'."

After a delicious breakfast of bacon, eggs and sausage, Remy helped her pack a bag for Germany. He tried to remain a gentleman, not looking when she packed her delicates, but a flash of black caught his eye and he took a quick peek. She had packed several sets of lacy, silky lingerie for underwear and he swallowed hard, thinking of everything he could to quell the rising feeling in his pants. It worked - barely. When she was packed, they went to his hotel room so he could pack some clothes (she would never admit it but Anna had a look at his underwear too). He was very thankful that he liked to wear dress shirts as well as skintight t-shirts because they simply had to pick up a pair of dress pants and a suit jacket for him to wear to the funeral, whilst she was going to wear a simple, knee-length black dress.

They had booked the hotel and plane tickets the night before, just before they had gone to bed. And in the morning, they took a trip over to Blues Bar to say goodbye to their friends.

"I always liked Irene, even though the fact that she could almost always sense we were about to do something wrong was creepy," Wanda said, hugging her friends before linking her arm through John's.

"Let her know we'll all miss her," Kitty said, barely staving off tears.

Anna received hugs from everyone whilst Remy shook or kissed hands. "We'd bettah go or we'll miss our flahght, Rems."

"Oui, chere. Au revoir, mes amis!"

-X-O-X-

For most of the seventeen hour flight to Munich, Remy shuffled a pack of cards, played solitaire, jiggled his foot or fidgeted in pretty much every way possible. Anna found it endearing. The fact that he couldn't stay still for even a moment was adorable to her; the way he would play with her hair, engage her in thumb wars, tap on the window of the aisle they were in. Little did she know, it was because he was in a mental battle of indecisiveness with himself. Eventually, he couldn't stand it any longer and he reached for her hand, stroking her knuckles softly.

"Chere, listen. I'm not dat great wit' relationships - m' only real un wen' t' Hell when mes yeux ended up like dis - mais, wit' y', I wan' t' try 'gain. Will y', chere? Will y' be ma petite amie?"

Anna gazed adoringly into his ruby and onyx eyes. "Yes."

Remy looked down sadly, releasing her hand. "'Course y' don' wan' t'. Who'd wan'..."

"Rem, ah said 'yes'."

He looked up in surprise, staring into her eyes. "Really?"

"Oui," she answered cheekily.

He could only grin and kiss her senseless - so he did. When they parted for air, Anna realised something.

"Yah know, asahde from what we said las' nahght, we don't really know all that much 'bout each othah."

"I like poker. Never los' a game in m' life."

"When ah was fahve, ah wanted tah be a police dog."

Remy laughed.

"Mon père was a lawyer et mes cousins are cops. Law enforcement pretty much runs in de famille. It's actually how mère et père met. She'd been mugged an' he defended her in court. Dey had a bet dat if dey won, she'd go out wit' him. Dey won."

"Raven works foah thah Pentagon in counter-terrorism. Irene was one of those phone-psychics an' used tah get me or Kurt tah turn ovah thah cards an' tell her what they were. Sometahmes she would know what they were without us."

The story swapping continued for the entire flight. Not once did either realise that Remy had forgotten to tell her what his brother and sister in law did for a living.

-X-O-X-

They unpacked in their room of the Munich City Hilton, Anna flopping down on the queen-sized bed when they were done.

"Rem?"

"Oui, ma belle?"

"We've onleh been tahgether a coupla days but, well, ah was wonderin'... Are we evah gonna have sex?"

"I've wanted y' from de momen' I met y'. It was jus' dat y' pretty much loathed m' an' now, well, y're vulnerable an' I didn' want t' take advantage."

"Yah won' be, believe meh."

"Y' sure?"

Anna leaned in really close to his face, her lips brushing his as she spoke, "Oui."

-X-O-X-

It was late the next morning when they woke, entangled in each other's arms. Anna stretched out, feeling thoroughly satisfied from the night's activities. After their own private wake-up call, they showered and changed before ordering brunch from room service. Anna flopped down, looking at the floor.

"Yah know, ah've had a great lahfe with Irene an' Raven an' Kurt but... Sometahmes ah jus' wish ah knew who mah father was. Yah know that song bah Heart, All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You? That's basicalleh what Raven did. She an' Irene wanted kids so Raven would have one nahght stands tah trah an' get pregnant. She'd always tell thah fathah, Kurt's wanted tah meet him an' they get tahgether evereh so often foah a boys' nahght out, but ah don' know mahne."

The words tumbled from Remy's mouth before he could stop them, "I know y're père. He hired m' t' find y'."

Dun dun duuun! Attack of the evil cliffie!

The story about Rogue wanting to be a police dog is a genuine story about my cousin, Ellie (who is much older than me), who decided that she was going to be one

I thought it'd be pretty funny to have Remy's family and Mystique catching their canon universe selves