~Tries to sneak in through the back door unnoticed~
I've been here the whole time!
Yeah, okay, I've been away for a while, I just came up with a whole load of other stuff that I just had to write. I'm back, now, so here's a new chapter! Can anyone say the shit has hit the fan?

Chapter Song

Hold, heart, don't beat so loud,
For me keep your calm
As he walks out on you.
No, tears, don't you come out,
If you blind me now
I am defeated.

Hold Heart - Emilíana Torrini

All Anna did was stare at him in shock. "Yah were what?"

"I was hired by y're père, t' find y'."

"This whole tahme we've been tahgether, an' yah were onleh interested in meh because someone hired tah beh. Ah'm sick of men wantin' meh an' havin' an ulterior motive! Ah thought yah were different, ah was wrong."

That stung. He was nothing like those douches she'd dated before. He was in love with her, something he'd only ever felt for Bella, and it had been difficult to get over her… until he'd met Anna. She'd opened his red-on-black eyes to how love should be: not demanding, selfish and petulant like Bella had been; but selfless, full of kindness and romance, like Anna.

"I didn' wan' y' t' know! I had y' set t' be mine b'fore I realised who y' were! Trus' m', my interest in y' had not'ing t' do wit' de fact dat y're Logan Xavier's daughter!"

"Logan Xavier? The Logan Xavier? So naht onleh do yah lahe tah meh, but yah're also doin' it for Gawd knows how maneh thousands of dollars!"

"Non! Non, it's not like dat!"

"Realleh? Yah know what, ah've had it with thah bullshit. Ah can' belive ah thought yah were different frahm that rest of thah lowlahfe scum floatin' around."

She slammed the door as she left.

-X-O-X-

She went through gallons of tea, seven boxes of Kleenexes and sobbed for hours. All Raven had to say on the matter was 'men are scum'. At that very point in time, aside from her brother and friends, Anna couldn't agree more. She'd never been sad about a breakup before. She'd been angry; she'd occasionally felt a little homicidal, but never upset. She figured it was the fact that Irene was gone as well that had made it worse, although, she wasn't sure why she felt so miserable in the car when Amanda had picked her up from outside the hotel.

She cheered up a little bit when Kurt arrived home from work. He, however, took one look at her puffy read eyes and demanded an explanation of what happened. Amanda reluctantly explained what Anna had told her about the events in the hotel room. Kurt swore blue murder and offered to kill the guy who slept with and then betrayed his sister. She declined; a part of her not wanting Remy to get hurt. As much as she hated him, at that point, she couldn't bear the idea of harm coming to the man who had captured her heart.

He'd had it. The Cajun obviously had no inclination of finding his daughter, choosing instead to take a joyride to Germany and now he was stuck on this plane – admittedly, though, in first class – bound for Munich Airport to drag the detective back, kicking and screaming if needs be. On the drive to the Munich City Hilton where Remy was staying, Logan took a bit of a wrong turn and ended up on Neuberghauser Street. He was about to ask for directions (I know, he's a stubborn man asking for directions, shocker!) when he spotted a man getting out of a taxi. Remy LeBeau. The man he was looking for entering the cemetery signposted as Friedhof Bogenhausen for what was obviously a funeral. Something was going on. Thankful he was wearing a black suit and tie, he slipped into the back of the group gathered around the grave, noting briefly a red-haired woman right beside it: the woman he spent the night with, the mother of his child. Which meant the Cajun was doing his job, tracking his daughter here.

He waited until the end of the service – turned out the redhead was the civil partner of the woman in the coffin, putting him in mind of Heart's 'All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You' – and slipped away while no one was watching, booking a flight back to New York over the phone as he drove back to the airport.

The after-party, well, not exactly a party, was full of people offering their condolences to small family. A tall stranger reached the group of four who were shaking hands and kissing cheeks with the funeral goers. He sympathised with Raven, Amanda and Kurt in a rich Cajun accent and Anna looked away from her great-aunt Bessie# to see none other than Remy telling Kurt how sorry he was for his loss. She so didn't need this right now.

Nevertheless, he stepped up to her. "'M really sorry dat y' los' her, chère. An'… An' I need t' talk t' y'."

Rogue deliberated for a second. "Yah've gaht fahve minutes."

Oh! 'Nother cliffie. I'm so evil.

# Because everyone's got a great-aunt Bessie

I officially have my mojo back for this story. Just not a working laptop. Thankfully, I'm at my dad's for the week so I can try to get another chapter up… Possibly.