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Times Past	By : gallygaskins Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 1619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 18 - Rogue finds the truth.

The imposing grey structure of the Red Deer branch of the Alberta bank stood in front of Rogue and Remy as they looked up at the giant letters adorning the façade. Rogue looked at Remy, and he offered his hand to her for support, they would have to be careful if they weren't going to get caught.

"You ready, cher?" Remy asked, fixing his eyes on her hazel orbs.

Never having to lie before, Rogue was very nervous but then again she had no choice. Beth had given her some wonderfully excessive visions, most scenes she couldn't quite fathom but essentially they had involved Beth and Logan's love story and her as a result of that. But what on earth had Magneto have to do with it all, apart from telling Beth who her daughter was exactly. Beth though, had unwittingly given her the opportunity to find out for herself what the truth was and that was why they were now still stood in front of the bank. On leaving the school, Remy had gone to Beth's room and stolen a key along with a few other possessions; the key belonged to a safety deposit box, and Rogue was hoping that all would be revealed when she managed to get past the clerk on the desk.

Remy and Rogue had spent the morning preparing for the visit, and now Rogue looked more aged in order to pass off as her mother, even going as far as dyeing the white streaks in her hair back to her natural colour. Knowing that she should pass on appearance she had sent Remy out to find some kind of voice replicator in order to change her accent. Remy had returned quickly, and now the device was attached to a choker that she now wore around her neck.

Squeezing his hand, she replied "Yeah, just remember I'm Beth not Marie!"

"Course beb, Remy won't let vous down. Anyways, wit' dat accent il knows not Marie."

"Okay, here goes, keep your fingers crossed." Rogue pushed her sunglasses on top of her head, sitting perfectly on the severe French plait that she had tied her hair into earlier on, before making her way through the revolving door to stand in the inner lobby of the bank. Upon reading the department signs she found that the reception for the safety deposit area was positioned towards the rear of the building. She checked her stance and moved towards the desk with an air of confidence. Once she had reached the counter she set her purse on the surface and leaned in towards the clerk.

Extending her hand she breathed, "Elisabeth Braddock, I'm here to check my deposit box." A perfect British accent resonating around the room.

The clerk took her hand and shook it. "Welcome, Ms Braddock, please take a seat, there are a few checks I will need to make before I take you down to the secured area. Firstly do you have ID with you and your key."

"Of course," Rogue answered, as she pulled the requested items out of her purse. The clerk tapped away on the computer finding the Braddock entry, and quickly checked over the ID. "I will also only need a signature as well," the clerk said as he handed the ID back to Rogue.

"Sure, where do I sign?" Great, she had thought right, she had been sure that there were only effects of a personal nature in the box and had decided that they would probably only need to make a few checks on her, an ID and a signature, and they probably wouldn't check them well. She had been practicing her mother's signature throughout the previous evening hoping that what she could write now would pass. Signing the offered document, she passed it back to him and he nodded his acceptance.

"Please follow me, Ms Braddock."

"Thank you. Can I take my son down with me?"

"Sure, that will be no problem what-so-ever."

Rogue motioned for Remy to join her and the two followed the clerk down the steps into a basement area. A labyrinth of corridors extended out around them and Rogue felt sure she would lose her way if she weren't careful. Continuing on their journey the clerk took them to a cell that contained Beth's deposit box. The clerk handed back Beth's key to Rogue and took out a similar key from the inside pocket of his jacket. They placed their keys into the appropriate locks and turned them simultaneously. The door opened and a large dark grey box with a handle was pulled from its dormant position. Again Rogue placed her key into the lock on the box and the catch opened. "I'll leave you to it," the clerk said as he disappeared from view.

"Mais, cher, we are in."

"Yes, Remy, better get this over with." Rogue opened the lid and slid out the contents. Thumbing through pictures and documents quickly Rogue tried to find something that would connect her to the happy couple that were pictured in the first picture she picked up. The picture had been taken of them on their wedding day, Beth dressed in a beautiful antique lace dress and Logan dressed in black, as always, but at least he had made the effort to wear a tuxedo. Taking a seat at the table she turned the picture over and placed it onto the tabletop. She picked up other photos of them together and glanced through them noticing in every one that they were obviously so happy with one another. Again she turned them over and placed them onto the newly formed pile. Opening up a document she found that it was a marriage certificate. She snickered.

Remy turned his eyes towards her from the pile of discarded photos he had been looking at. "What, mon beb?"

"Nothing, just found Logan's name interesting. What you looking at?" she quizzed.

"Just those photo's vous put on da table, face down. Remy tink dey was tres happy together."

"Yes, maybe."

"What?"

"Well I'm just not sure how comfortable I am with that. I mean I'm fine with them knowing one another, and I can even handle the fact they had a relationship together and got married, but I don't really know how I feel about them . me . me being their daughter!"

"Rogue, vous need to see bigga picture. Remy know dis tough, but ."

"Don't presume you can tell me how or what I should be feeling Remy Le Beau," Rogue said, anger boiling up inside of her. "Do you know how this has affected me, I thought I loved Logan not less than four weeks ago, thought he loved me back too, but now he is my father. Do you know what that means; it means I was thinking of having some kind of incestuous relationship with him. That's just sick. I don't even know how I could be so attracted to him, don't people know what their bond is to another instinctively?"

Remy took her in his arms, briefly kissing the exposed skin of her neck. "Shh, cher. Remy know not how this is, but il know vous not sick, vous not know who he was. Don blames vous, Marie. Dare was an attract 'tween vous and Logan, but not attract like vous and Remy, dat's all."

Rogue moved away from him slightly. "I know, I just wish Beth didn't hate me so much."

"What?"

"She must have hated me to get rid of me."

"Vous don know dat."

"No, then what were her reasons. That's what I'm trying to find out why she did it? I've come up with nothing so far though have I?"

"We keep tryin', oui?"

"Oui." Rogue retook her seat and began again to look through the rest of the jumble on the table. There were a few more pictures; she found what she assumed to be Beth and Logan's wedding rings and a birth certificate, the baby's name being Chloe. Passing the items over to Remy so that he could look over them, in case she missed anything, she noticed a pale cream envelope. She picked it up and turned it over, familiar writing sprung out at her and she looked at the postmark. It was smudged, she couldn't quite make out the letters so she proceeded to extract the contents and read the letter. As she opened the pages a few photos fell out, she picked up the first and noticed it was a baby girl dressed in a crocheted robe and bonnet lying in a handmade wooden crib. The next was of a young girl, maybe two or so, sitting in a garden in springtime, playing with some toys. However, it was the third that made her squeal in shock. Remy found his way to her side and looked at the picture she was holding in her hands, everything else forgotten.

"Who is dat?"

"That's me. When I was five, my first bike. I loved that bike, used to ride around in the house just to be on that bike."

Remy picked up the letter, opened the pages and began to skim through the letter to see if he could make any sense of it. He finished it and held it out to her; she was still looking at her younger self. "Tink vous better read."

Rogue took the paper from him and began to read the paragraphs written in her mother's hand. Well, not her mother's but the woman that had looked after her for sixteen years of her life. As she read on she began to get a feel for Beth, understanding falling out from the pages. She set the letter onto the table and took one of Remy's hands. Placing it to her face she lent into his touch. Tears sprung up as she thought about the touching remarks her adoptive mom had made about Beth and that they had wished that she could be a part of Rogue's life. "She love's me Remy, she love's me."

"Course, Cher, non doubt."

"No, there is no doubt ." the real Elisabeth Braddock said as she stood before Marie and Remy, holding onto Logan's hand for dear life, " . I don't think you will ever realise how much I regretted giving you up."
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