Well this story isn't going in the direction I hoped it would….I'm not sure how long it's going to be either. Time will tell!

Let me know how it's gonig so far?

"Jasey…"

"Jaaaaseeeyyyy…"

She groaned, 'What was that God awful noise?' and why did she feel like she had just been run over by the X-Jet?

"Jasey." Now someone was shaking her. Great. She opened her eyes and Jean was sitting next to her.

"Hey sleepy head!" She said smiling.

"What happened?" Jasey asked looking at the Professor. "Well-" He started but was cut off.

"Ya passed out an' conked ya head on the flo'!" Remy said popping out from behind the Professor.

"Wha-" She started, until Logan appeared, kneeling down next to her.

"Jasey I knew every since I first saw you that it was love. Please baby, marry me?" She raised an eyebrow and turned to Jean who was egging her on.

"Jasey don't keep the man waiting, tell him yes!"

"No, don't Chere! Remy was stupid ta keep ya waitin' all these years. Remy loves ya mo' than that fou batard! (crazy bastard)" He exclaimed getting down on the other side of her.

"Huh?" She was truly confused.

"Jasey." Someone called for her again. She turned to Jean who shrugged her shoulders.

"Jasey."

"Jasey!" She woke up to Logan sitting next to her. "Have a nice dream kid?" He smirked.

"No." She said sitting up and rubbing her eyes, when she opened them the Professor was there.

"What happened?" She asked hesitantly, afraid the scene would replay itself.

"You passed out." He stated calmly.

"Really…why?"

The Professor looked at her. "Well are you possibly nervous about seeing Remy?"

"Maybe a little, but I can't believe I passed out." She said shocked.

"Jasey," He sighed, "I have more to tell you."

"About Remy?" She asked already knowing the answer.

"Yes. Now I've already told you he'll be here within a few hours, but there are a few things you need to know first." She swallowed hard.

"Logan would you be so kind as to get us some water?" The Professor asked hoping he would get the hint. He mumbled a yeah and left.

"Where shall I start?…" He smiled warmly. "When Remy left home, he was hitchhiking trying to get out of Louisiana. Sometime while he was doing this he was mugged, and beaten. He took a lot of trauma to his head. Now because of this, he can't remember anything that happened before that day. He didn't even know why he was leaving."

"Wait…he's not gonna remember me is he?" She said calmly, but she could feel her insides twisting.

"No, I don't believe he will."

She'd lived without him for 8 years, but hearing that all their conversations, all their 'dates', and the times he helped her sneak out just to talk, were just her memories now stung her heart deeply.

"Jasey…I haven't said anything to him about…your past. I'm leaving it up to you, whether you want him to know or not, that is." He wanted to help her, but this was something she had to do on her own.

"I…I don't know…thank you Professor I think I'll just go up ta my room now if ya don't mind." She smiled weakly trying to show her gratitude.

"Of course."

She walked slowly out of the room; ignoring Logan's calls of "You ok Kid?" tears were forming as she ran up the stairs. She tripped on the top step, and sat there crying silently for a moment before she continued on to her room. Closing her door she went straight to her closet, and pulled out a large heavy shoe box.

With silent tears she opened the box and pulled out the picture that was on top. It was Remy's 10th Grade school picture. She turned it over to read his neatly scrawled writing.


Remy don't know why

Ya like this picture

So much Chere.

She told him he looked innocent and wanted to be able to remember him that way 10 year from now. She did, but not as being innocent.

Under that picture was one of them together. They were at her very first party. He never left her side; too afraid someone would take advantage of her. She was holding up a red Solo cup, filled with God knows what, and sticking her tongue out to lick his face. He was taking the picture, smiling, his other arm around her waist.

She choked out a laugh and wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve. As many times as he told her about that party she never remembered a moment of it.

She set it down, and picked up the next object. It was a mix tape he had made her for her 14th Birthday. She didn't recall what was on it, but sticking it in her pocket; she made a mental note to find a tape player later.

She took the remnants out of the box and sat down on her bed to look at the rest of them. Rummaging through them she took out her favorites. Pictures from them at a photo booth in the mall. Her favorite on that one was her sitting on his lap kissing his cheek, and him holding a finger to his mouth to look shocked.

There were a few of things Jasey had accidentally melted, Remy thought it was funny and took pictures. She laughed, with no more tears, at a shot of young Remy doing the Running Man. He would do just about anything to make her laugh.

'Too bad he isn't here now.' She thought. Wondering if he was still the same guy she knew then, or if he even looked the same, she drifted off with a pile of photos in her lap.

Waking up after a long nap, Jasey looked at her clock. It was 2:00. A wave of nerves washed over her.

Had she missed it? Was he already here?

With these questions in her mind she got up and glanced in her mirror.

"Ughhh..." She mumbled seeing her appearance. Her eyes looked puffy and it looked like she had sex hair. She went into the bathroom and re-applied her make up. Wanting to look nice, just in case, she straightened her hair and sprayed a little perfume on.

She sighed looking back at the clock. She'd wasted only 30 minutes. 'At least I don't have ta stick around' she thought, remembering she had promised to pick Kurt and the others up at 3.

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