A/N: I hope you find the ending worth it. Thanks once again to all who review, who read, who love, and those who have stuck with me till the end.

Remy's Diabolical Plan

Chapter Twenty Six: Rogue's Diabolical Plan

~X~

Rogue's heart nearly stopped when she heard the news. What Kitty was saying should have made sense to her, seeing as she was speaking the English language, but the sounds coming out of her mouth didn't add up. Her head swam with this new information and her heart clenched painfully in her chest. This wasn't real. Remy was not dying. It was only two hours ago that they had arrived home and according to Professor X, Remy was upstairs. He was there, he was present. There was nothing wrong with him, he hadn't been in some horrific car crash that apparently Kitty had stumbled out of with only a...sprained wrist? Is that was she was saying? Rogue blinked, she swallowed slowly and told herself to breathe, to breathe and concentrate. The hand that held the phone to her ear shook uncontrollably.

When Kitty had called with this news, Rogue had been driving. Where to she couldn't remember anymore. Now the car she was in was heading in the opposite direction. She could hardly recall how she got to the hospital, much less where she parked. The next thing she knew, she standing in front of Kitty whose wrist was indeed wrapped up some sling contraption, and Remy laying unconscious in a hospital bed.

"Ok, so like I was saying," Kitty said as Rogue rushed past her to grasp Remy's hand. "He isn't dying, but he's got a concussion..."

Rogue wasn't listening. The only word that Kitty spoke that even registered with her was that horrible D word again. Why did she keep repeating that?

All of the anger she had carried towards this man hadn't exactly dissipated, not even at seeing his unconscious body lying here. It only fueled her grief. Anger at him, anger at herself. Why had things turned out like this?

"Stupid." She muttered into the hand she held to her face. Tears threatened to fall but somehow or another she was able to hold them back. "You're so stupid. I don't know why I love you. I was gonna forgive you, ya know that? But then you...Why'd you have to go die on me?" her voice cracked. "Stupid!"

Kitty approached from behind, unsure of what she was hearing. For once she hadn't been the instigator in any match making schemes. She had simply informed everyone what had happened. But when she told Rogue, the Southerner hadn't taken it well. It fact, it was as though she had completely misheard her and thought that Remy was dying. Kitty scratched her head with her un-abused hand. What was going on? She made another attempt at making sense.

"Rogue, he's fine." she tried, putting a hand to the other girl's shoulder. "He's going to make it."

The striped-haired girl froze as though she finally heard her. She didn't turn her way or give any other indication that she had heard her other than a tiny, "Hm?"

"He's got a concussion..." she tried to gauge Rogue's reaction from the back of head. That of course turned out to be a futile task so she continued. "He was vomiting and really confused...he asked if we could feed his goldfish, and he...he said to tell you he was sorry."

"He's gonna live?" Rogue asked in a tone that Kitty could not decipher.

"Uh...yeah." she replied carefully.

The hand in Rogue's grasp was dropped like it had burned her. She spun around on her heel and fixed Kitty with a hard stare. "We will not repeat what I just said to anyone, right Kitty?" she hissed, her eyes sparkling with danger.

Kitty was the type of girl that liked to gossip. But Kitty was also the type to stick by her friends. Especially when said friend might up and murder and/or maim her brutally for spreading such gossip. Without a doubt Rogue loved Remy and whatever had happened between them had hurt her. Kitty had seen and heard enough to know that. Before Rogue had the chance to stomp out of the ER, Kitty hugged her with her good arm, assuring her friend that she wouldn't say a word of it to anyone.

That much was true, after all, thought Kitty once Rogue had left. She wouldn't betray her friend's trust by telling everyone. If she had told anyone it, of course, it would have been Remy, but that wasn't necessary at all. Not when the man was awake and smiling at her with half lidded eyes. She was positive that he had heard everything.

~X~

Rogue was going to pretend that none of that ever happened.

None of what, you say?

Exactly.

Now that she remembered where she had been headed to in the first place, she found the car (parked in a handicapped space) and drove off to her doctor's appointment. He nodded and hummed as she told him her symptoms (fatigue, vomiting, headache) and tapped at a tablet he held in his hands.

"Is there any chance you could be pregnant?" He asked in what Rogue could only categorize as a suspicious manner.

"No." She quickly dismissed the idea as there hadn't even been a man near her bed.

The doctor nodded and then proceeded to put her through (what Rogue thought) an unnecessary amount of hell. First she had to pee in a cup, (she didn't know why) then they stuck a q-tip up her nose (she didn't know why), then they proceeded to make her gag (she didn't know why) which ended up with her retching into the nearest trash can.

Just as she sat on the table, feeling frazzled and sick, her eye twitching uncontrollably, the happy doctor strolled in and announced that she was pregnant.

She face-palmed. "No, I am not." she ground out as her hand ran down her face, pulling her features into a warped expression before the hand fell to her lap. "I ain't pregnant, doctor, there ain't no way-"

"Your tests results say differently." he said in a jolly voice.

"My test results?" she had resisted the urge to shriek that question, but there was no keeping the indignation out of her voice. "I told you before that I wasn't pregnant, why would you give me a pregnancy test?"

The doctor, to her fury, was nodding solemnly. "I had my suspicions, all of your symptoms pointed to pregnancy."

"I am not-" pregnant! She wanted to tell him again to make the fool understand. She wondered briefly if maybe her test results had been mistaken for someone else. Instead of speaking any of her concerns, she asked him the question she had been wondering since she had arrived here. "Are you in training or somethin'?"

"Why, yes," he nodded, smiling. "I'm training under Doctor-oh, here he is."

Rogue had an ear full for him.

When it was all done it was announced that she was not pregnant (shock!) and a woman in the next room was. She was diagnosed with a twenty-four hour virus and told to take Benadyrl. Once in the car she threw the receipt for the bill in the backseat and quickly forgot it. All she wanted to do now was sleep for the next week.

~X~

It was later that night when a giggling Amara, Jubilee, and Tabitha were piling out of the same car after a wild night at...the county fair...that Jubilee grabbed at the crumpled paper on the floor that had been tickling her ankle.

As her eyes scanned the receipt in front of her, they widened. Rogue had been tested for pregnancy?

She gasped, and with an appropriate amount of doom, she spoke clearly enough to alert the other girls. "Oh. My. GOD."

~X~

Once Remy had arrived home from the hospital, and Rogue was no longer sick, she had figured it was best to find him and work things out. The embarrassment from two days ago, the rage from four days ago, and the initial shock of everything had worn down by at least half after a few good night's sleep and a lot of thought. Being with Remy was what she wanted. She wasn't letting him off of the hook. He was going to have to make this up to her. If he wanted any sort of relationship with her, romantic or not, he couldn't continue to be so deceitful.

Remy LeBeau was a bred thief; it was in his nature to be deceitful. As long as she'd known him, he'd always had a flare for the dramatic. He lied, and cheated, and he stole. And she'd known that when she'd fallen in love with him. But all of his negative traits, infuriating as they were, weren't what defined him. Changing him wasn't what Rogue wanted. She only wished that he wouldn't lie, cheat and be deceitful where her heart was concerned.

Part of her wanted to stay mad at him. After all, this was an argument, albeit a very serious one for once. Winning arguments where he was concerned had always been so important. This time was different. Now was no time for winners, but for two adults to sit down and lay out all of their feelings for each other.

Proud of herself for feeling more mature, Rogue licked the lollipop Logan had given her as a welcome home present, her thoughts relaying to her face in a very serious, concentrated expression. Resolute in her decision to act like a normal person for once, Rogue knocked on Remy's bedroom door, tongue darting out to lick the candy and foot tapping impatiently. If he made her wait forever she'd smack him.

Speaking of smacking, it suddenly hit her. Why, exactly was she going to talk to him? He'd created this mess. He hadn't bothered to apologize before he'd run off to go pout. She'd convinced everyone to come back home early. She was the one seeking him out. Why?

Aggressively she bit off the tip of the lollipop. No, they weren't going to fight like children. They were going to act like normal adults. The thought infuriated her. Why did she have to be the mature one!

Her knuckles rapped on the door again before fingers grasped the handle and pushed the door open.

Remy had been in the process of walking towards the door. He'd known that talking to her was inevitable, that it was certainly something they needed to do in order to move forward, whatever moving forward may imply at this point. Avoiding her hadn't been his main objective, rather he was biding his time to come up with a better plan in order to prepare himself for the fight to come.

And Remy had come up with a plan! It was SO simple, he wasn't sure why he didn't think of it before. He was going to tell Rogue that he had schizophrenia. A severe mental disorder would get him off the hook, right?

At that thought, a tired groan had escaped him. Why did he even think of these things? Why couldn't his brain think before his brain? Or...something.

When Remy had realized that everyone was home, his first thought had been to talk to Rogue. Or more like get on his knees and grovel to Rogue. Whatever it took at this point, it didn't matter. He'd had days to angst out about it. It was more than likely that she was now aware of how he felt about her. Now was plan B. Go for broke. Do whatever, say whatever, give whatever. Anything to get her. He wasn't about to give up...Unless there was any indication that a rejection was about to come from her. Then he'd hightail it out of here, hopefully before she could get too many scathing words out.

With this new determination of steel (?), Remy had marched downstairs to find Rogue almost as soon as she had arrived home. It was at that point that Kitty had sprung up from absolutely no where.

"Remy!" Both of her hands had found his shoulders and she was already steering him toward the door. "Take me to the store, I need tampons!"

"Uh-" he'd glanced over his shoulder for Rogue, or help (whatever came first) but neither had been in his eyesight. "Can't you get some from-"

Kitty had held his wrist in a grip that would have left Colossus envious. "No, they're out. Come on, it'll be fun!"

He'd highly doubted that.

Even still, somehow the Ragin' Cajun had ended up driving the tiny high schooler to the nearest drugstore. Thoughts of Rogue and his current predicament had caused him to sigh aloud and then Kitty was looking at him even harder than she had before, which was really saying something. She hadn't taken her eyes off him for five whole minutes. He shrugged a shoulder in answer to her question if he was alright. No matter what happened, he wasn't about to tell Kitty anything.

They'd kept driving. Kitty continued to stare while he had sat stewing in his worries.

It was with a nonchalant air to her voice that she eventually informed him: "I told her you loved her."

The shock was as if someone had sucker punched him in the gut. His plan, Remy's Diabolically awesome plan was not going the way that he had intended it to. For Kitty to up and tell Rogue that he loved her (something that Kitty knew nothing about) was for her to take the climax of the story and stomp on it. He at least had that one final card to play. In the back of his mind he had hoped that when Rogue asked him why he did it, he would confess and she would forgive him right then. But for her to hear it from someone else...it could very well be the end of him. He'd wondered if he only have hours left to live.

Wordlessly he'd pulled into a parking spot.

"I'll be right back!" Kitty had said cheerfully as she reached for the door handle.

Before she could move, Remy's hand had wrapped around her upper arm. When Kitty turned to acknowledge him she'd stopped short when she spotted the wild look in Remy's eyes.

"Kitty," he spoke her name through tight lips. "What did she say?"

Though his demeanor alarmed her, (she'd never seen this side of the Cajun), she wasn't about to lose now. "I'll tell you." she'd replied calmly, prying his hand from her arm, one finger at a time. "For a price."

His head had felt like it was going to explode. Right then he hated Kitty with a wild, raging passion! He inhaled sharply through his nose like an angry bull just as a tiny, microscopic piece of dust found it's way up his nostril, prompting a sudden sneezing attack.

When it was through, he was even madder at Kitty than before. That was her fault!

His head had turned (freakishly fast in the high schooler's opinion) back to Kitty's direction. "I ain't givin' you no money."

"I'm not asking for money." she'd declared.

There was a moment of silence where they eyed one another, each measuring the other up.

"All right then," Remy had conceded after some mental deliberation. "What do you want?"

A light blush tinged her cheeks. Kitty had moved her gaze from him in favor of peering out of the windshield. She crossed her arms. "You and Kurt shared a bedroom all summer. I want to know what he said about me."

Remy had been sure that he was going to end up hiding from Rogue for the rest of his life, and Rogue, in turn, would end up destroying the universe looking for him, just so she could get the opportunity to destroy him. But there sat Kitty in the passenger seat of Professor X's Lincoln offering him to save the universe in exchange for some hardly important words Kurt might or might not have spoken to him over the summer.

Whether Remy had wanted to admit it or not, this particular exchange of information was vital, VITAL!

The universe had depended on it.

"Fine." He'd cleared his throat. Now that he had her attention, Kitty had turned back to him, perched on the edge of her seat eagerly. "Remember that night you and Rogue went out to that restaurant with those two guys?"

She'd nodded quickly.

"Well we followed you guys-"

"What-?"

"And later on when we were home, Kurt asked me somethin'."

Flashback

"Do you have a thing for my sister?" Kurt threw the question over his shoulder as he rifled through a duffel bag.

Remy scratched his armpit. "Yeah. You got a thing for the Shadowcat?"

Kurt's nose wrinkled unpleasantly when he smelled the socks he had pulled out of the duffel bag. "I...like her."

Remy belched. "How much?"

Shrugging, Kurt decided the stinky socks would have to do and sat down to pull them on his feet. "More than..." he paused for a moment in thought. "Pancakes." he smiled.

Then he pulled on the stinky socks that Remy could smell across the room.

End of flashback

"OH MY GOD!" Kitty screeched.

"I know." Remy agreed, then said, partly to himself, "Are we always that gross?"

"That's...that's..." Kitty had searched herself for the perfect word but failed. "I mean, I was expecting something like, a lot, a little bit, or not at all, but more than pancakes? That's the highest number in Kurt's imagination!"

"Now, what did Rogue say?"

"She said what." she'd shrugged. "The she went to sleep."

Remy had deadpanned. "Kitty."

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna kill you."

He hadn't actually tried to kill her, and now in hindsight he regretted his choice of words at that moment. Because less than a minute later he had decided to not let her get her tampons (as she'd yelled at him for being like, totally unfair) and pulled out of his parking spot. Then he had managed to run a stop sign right after that. But that hadn't been the deciding factor of the wreck they had suffered, oh no.

They had been driving down the road, Remy smirking while Kitty grumbled at him, when a squirrel had darted out in front of them.

Now, to be clear, Remy has nothing against squirrels. He had braked to avoid it. Slightly. But he wasn't about to risk their lives to save a squirrel he had never even met. Unfortunately, Kitty had seen it, and with a cry befitting an Amazon warrior, she had dived for the steering wheel and jerked the whole car down an embankment and straight into a tree.

Now that he thought about it, it was sort of funny in an 'oh my god we almost died over a squirrel' kind of way, but he avoided laughing as it caused his head to hurt. The emergency room doctor had informed him that he had suffered a minor concussion and would be better within days. Even so, he was mad at Kitty for not only nearly killing him, but for bringing him to the emergency room and gifting him with another bill to pay. That is, until Rogue had walked in.

Then there was rainbows and little blue birds and happy, sparkly things everywhere, and over on that fence was that squirrel—all happy because Rogue loved him, had even admitted it! Kitty had assured him that the rainbows and the sparkly things were nowhere present. But the fact remained that Rogue loved him.

He loved her back so much that his heart hurt. All he wanted was to hug her and apologize for ever hurting her.

At that second, Kitty should have been the last person that he should listen to. But then she proceeded to give him the best advice she'd ever given anyone.

"Rogue's embarrassed now. Just...let her come to you."

And she had. He was halfway to the door when she swung it open, lollipop in hand. Both of them froze once their eyes met. The awkwardness of the situation escaped neither of them. For a moment both wondered if they could do it, if it was possible to push through this barrier that had formed between them. If it weren't for the strong-willed part of both their characters they might not have been able to bare it. But neither had gone this far to quit now.

Rogue edged into the room, quietly closing the door behind her. Her eyes darted to the bandage on his forehead that hid his two stitches. "I heard you nearly died for a rodent." she said conversationally.

He nodded without breaking eye contact. "I heard you...came to visit." He couldn't help the giddy feeling that came with that memory.

She avoided his gaze. "Yep."

There was that awkward silence again. It bubbled between them until he finally blurted out what his heart had been dying to say. "I'm sorry."

Her eyes flashed towards him and he flinched. "You damn well better be! Do you think I'm stupid or somethin'? Did you think I'd never figure it out?"

He replied without missing a beat. "I was wrong. I'm the stupid one. I'm sorry."

Green eyes blinked in confusion. Rogue had expected this to be a fight, not Remy agreeing to everything she said. Dammit, he was only doing that to annoy her! There was a whole rant on the tip of her tongue. For a split second she contemplated leaving it and just kicking the crap out of him. Considering he had only been out of the hospital for three days she changed her mind. The candy in her hand dropped to the floor with a soft thump.

"You-" she exploded, "This is SO STUPID! WHAT is WRONG with your HEAD? If you have feelings for someone, you do THE NORMAL thing, and you TELL THEM! You could have told me a MILLION different ways than this! You COULD have asked me out, you could taken me to a movie, you could have swept me off my fricken feet, you could written a DAMN LETTER, OR for I all care, hired a bunch of midgets to serenade me, but NOOOOO, you just HAD to do it this way, didn't you?" As Rogue continued her rant, Remy had an inkling of deja vu. "You found this STUPID book-" Remy twitched. "-with these STUPID characters-" Remy twitched violently. "-and decide that this stupid crap will certainly work in REAL LIFE, because gosh, this stuff happens all the time!"

"Hey!" Temper incited, Remy came to his favorite book's defense. "Say what you want about me, I deserve it, but leave my book out of it!"

"YOUR BOOK WAS STUPID!" Rogue yelled cruelly, her eyes shining with homicidal delight.

Remy's mouth dropped in offended horror. "Alejandro Rodrigo Diego was a hero!"

She moved in closer, until they were inches apart, and Rogue uttered the words that threatened to Shatter. His. World! "Alejandro Rod-whatever the hell his name is, ain't nothin' more than a misogynistic pig!"

"How could you!" He screeched in a high-pitched voice he barely recognized as his own.

"But you know what I really can't forgive you of?" She pointed a finger at his nose. "That you set that thing on me! What did you do, tell him I loved everythin' I hate?"

"Oh, I bet you hated that, didn't you?" Remy asked tauntingly, his expression crazed with the need to avenge his favorite character's slaughter. "Did it make you miss me?"

"The hell it did!" She lied through her teeth. "And now that I know that was your doin', I've transferred my hate from him, to you!"

"You hate me?" He questioned with little amount of grief and a large amount of fury.

He couldn't remember why he was mad. And for that matter, neither could Rogue. She hadn't come in mad. Remy hadn't been mad when she came in. All they knew now was that the best idea in the WORLD was to scream at each other until they weren't mad anymore. Then, to her surprise, something inside of Rogue realized what she had just said, and she knew that she didn't mean it. A bigger lie had never been told.

"NO!" She shouted. There was moment where Remy did not reply that she took to breathe and to calm herself down. This isn't what she had come in here for. She'd wanted to work things out; she'd wanted to talk. As usual it had turned into a screaming match. What could she say now that wouldn't make what she'd just said sound honest? She was mad, and she wanted him to know it. But telling him she was mad and hurting him back were two different things.

He didn't allow her to dwell on it. In a moment his arms were around her and she was inhaling the smell of the chest pressed to her nose. Without bothering to think about it, her head turned and her cheek pressed to the soft material of his shirt, just as her arms wrapped around his middle. They'd barely ever hugged before. So she wasn't sure why this felt completely natural.

"I'll never hurt you again, chére." He spoke softly into her hair. "I won't lie to you no more either. What I did...I did it cause'...I was afraid. I thought if I told you how I felt, that I'd lose you. And I couldn't..."

He never finished his sentence. Rogue didn't push him. One thing that Remy never talked about were his fears. It would be hard for any person to speak truthfully about the thing they feared most. It was the only time she had ever heard Remy say such a thing, something that bared his soul to her so. His admission spoke clearly to her. This was him offering his heart to her. Part of her—dare she think it? Swooned.

Now was it. It was the time to tell him. This moment was the reason she had come into his room in the first place.

"I like someone." she blurted before she could lose her nerve.

Remy's body against hers became tense. It felt as if he was about to break away but she held fast, refusing to let him go. There was no way she could look him in the eyes while she said this. His chest was the preferable target of her stare.

"He's really brave, and he does nice things for all of his friends, and he makes me feel like I matter! He comforts me when I feel bad and he tells me when I'm wrong." Remy was standing stock-still. Rogue held him just as hard, not realizing that he wasn't trying to move away anymore. "He chases down the ice cream truck with me, and he says that I'm pretty and he tells me really corny jokes." She blinked rapidly. There was something wet in her eyes. "And he's always on my side because—my fights are his fights!" She squeezed her eyes shut. "And I've loved him for a really long time, longer than he's known, longer than I ever realized."

Remy's hands on her arms attempted to pull her back, for whatever reason, she didn't know. She resisted and pressed her cheek to his chest all the harder, determined to get all of her words out.

"But now he thinks he has to change for me. Which is really stupid because I liked him just fine all along. And now I'm hurt..but not just because he lied, but because...I thought I was going to lose him too—and that was one of the worst feelings in my life!"

It was one of the hardest things in the world to her, to speak to blatantly honest about her feelings. For someone like Rogue who'd been used and abandoned for most of her life, she'd always taken courage in the fact that there was no one to make her speak the things that she held closest to her heart. But now there was this mysterious force inside of her that was pushing the words out and giving her a little ray of hope for the future. The logical part of her brain (that sounded suspiciously like Professor X) told her that the magical force was love.

Remy didn't reply. The hands that had previously attempted to pull her arms away had taken to sit on her shoulders, their owner silent.

Silent. Not one word. Why wasn't he speaking? It was possibly the worst moment ever to get annoyed at him. Here she was, pouring her heart out and waiting on the edge of a horrific precipice of unimaginable nervous torture, and he had nothing to say about it.

More out of irritation than anything else, she finally pulled back to see his reaction.

The corner of his mouth was twitching. His eyes were unsure. "So..." he looked at her. "Who is it?"

A strangled sound escaped her. "You know damn well who it is!"

His eyes widened innocently but the smirk growing on his face was giving him away. "I gotta make sure. Is it me? Do ya' love me?"

Her face felt warm as she responded. "You first."

Warm lips met the tip of her nose. "I love you, Anna."

She'd never said it to anyone. But it wasn't hard at all. "I love you too."

If this was a fairytale story, that was the point you would most likely end it. But then you didn't live in the X-mansion. And you didn't live with a bunch of gossipy teenage girls. And you didn't say, forget to lock the door so that said gossipy teenage girls could run in at any minute and spoil your fairytale ending.

It was just as Remy and Rogue were closing in for a kiss, with the sunset outside the window ironically setting behind them, that the door slammed open to admit a frazzled and excited Kitty, trailed by a just as frazzled looking Kurt. Who, by the way, did not look excited because he figured the gossip was crap. But he was secretly evil and he loved the drama of it all, so he followed Kitty in anyway.

"Rogue!" Kitty spoke in a demanding tone. "You're pregnant!"

Breaking away from Remy, Rogue was feeling annoyed all over again. Why? She was tired and she just wanted to know why. "Why," she breathed, "does everyone keep sayin' that?"

"UM-" Kitty stared. "Maybe because it's true?"

When she rolled her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Remy's pale face. Really, really, pale face. He wasn't believing this, was he? "Remy..." she started slowly, calmly, even though it felt utterly ridiculous doing so.

"She's six weeks along!" Kurt burst randomly.

Wondering what the hell was wrong with Kurt, Rogue turned to stare at him incredulously, just as Jubilee, Amara, Tabitha, and Bobby ran into the room, all with anxious looks on their faces. They all started chattering like happy geese and Rogue was catching words and phrases like, 'six weeks', 'receipt', 'morning sickness', and 'firstborn'.

Making sure Remy knew the truth was her main priority at the moment, and she turned to address him, only to find him clasping her hand and looking her dead in the eye with more sincerity than he had EVER shown before. What the...?

"I don't care." he said softly. "I don't know when it happened..." All of the voices in the room had shushed and everyone was watching them with bated breath. "I don't know who it was but...that baby's still half of you, chére. And I love you. And if you'll let me," he took her other hand and kissed her knuckles gently, "I'll take you both away and I'll spoil you rotten."

There was a chorus of awww from the audience. Even Rogue (who still wasn't quite sure what was going on) was oddly touched by his speech. She hated to admit that she was on the verge of swooning again.

A tiny, sputtering voice was all she could manage. "I'm—I'm not—not pregnant."

Remy let out an "Oh." in understanding. He cast a quick look at their disappointed crowd before he grinned at her. "I meant it though."

"I know you did." she agreed with a pat to his head. Her eyes glanced nervously to the pack of staring teenagers. "They're watchin' us."

He moved in until his lips grazed her ear. "That's cause they know I'm about to kiss you."

The corners of her mouth were tugging upwards. The happiness of the moment filled her to the brim. Remy had admitted to loving her, her life wasn't falling apart, she had her best friend back, there were no psychos out to get her or her friends, and most of all, no one thought she was pregnant...so why was Wolverine standing in the doorway, a crumpled piece of paper in one hand and a pair maniacal eyes boring holes through Remy?

Remy turned to see what she was looking at.

"You." Wolverine accused.

And then all hell broke loose.

~X~

Logan eventually gave Remy and Rogue his (unnecessary) blessing even though his big brother protective instinct told him to pummel the Cajun.

Charles had enjoyed a splendid summer, but eventually had become very lonely. To say he was happy to see everyone come back home would be a disservice to his true feelings. Because he couldn't recall missing anyone so much. They were his kids and he loved every one of them. So much in fact that he almost welcomed the noise-induced headache he received ten minutes after their arrival, and still has to this day.

Kitty and Kurt went on again and off again for a good number of years before finally staying on for good, unbeknownst to the rest of the team. One Christmas eve after eating a meal of pancakes, Kurt contracted food poisoning. He never ate pancakes again.

Kitty later revealed to Rogue that the people that Adam had hired to get the lobsters out of the traps were all members of an animal rights group, and that she had been helping them all along. Kitty still holds strong to her beliefs and has saved many, many animals from death.

Scott went on to study to become a detective, where he graduated at the top of his class. He still leads the X-men, but now with an awesome new set of skills. He and Jean eventually married.

It was later revealed that Tabitha had actually been making movies in her room all that time she had been locked up in there. They were horrified to have the whole summer played back to them in high definition, as Boom Boom had (apparently) secretly stalked them with a camera the whole time.

Amara continued to silently fart in public and blame it on others.

Jack was locked up in a mental institution and got the help he desperately needed.

Bernard the fisherman and his sons continued their business as a big, happy family.

John and Wanda were happily married when Wanda gave birth to a screaming, red-headed boy. John eventually told Wanda that he had known she was pregnant all along because Pietro had told him so. Wanda still has her moments of insecurity, but John and Ralphie the dog are there every single time to pick her back up. She and her father still have a strained relationship, but he visits every Christmas and is known in their house as Grandpa.

Ralphie the dog never died. They don't know why.

Over time everyone became well aware that Rogue was not pregnant, had never been pregnant, and had no immediate plans to become pregnant. No one was surprised when she and Remy had started going out. Their relationship changed nothing in the house, except for their fights, which they continued to have just as often, though now that they are going steady, in the middle of fighting they randomly jump each other, leading to many heavy make-out sessions. They're still best friends.

And they never stopped loving each other.

Fin