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Rogue knocked lightly on Warren's door in the pre-dawn light
that crept through the hall window. She
knew he had to be hung over but she had to speak with him immediately. She knocked again.

When the door flew open it wasn't the usual angelic
countenance that Warren wore that faced her.
He looked more like a demon than an angel. "What?"

"Good morning to you too, sugah," Rogue replied
before sliding past him and into his room.
"Ah need the keys to your New York apartment."

Warren sighed and shut the door. Without the light from the hall the room went
from shadowy haven to gloomy and doomy.
"Why?"

"Ah thought Ah could stay here until we leave but Ah
can't. So, Ah wanna stay in your
apartment until we can go."

"Why are you still pretending that you're going?"

Rogue turned from where she'd been looking through the
blinds of the window surprised.
"What do you mean?"

"I walked past your room last night, Rogue. Hell, me, Kitty, and Jean all walked
past. We know. I know.
I don't expect you to come with me, Rogue," Warren said
bitterly. He had been so close, so close
to having her with him. And then Remy
had gone and fucked it up for him again.

"Really? Cause
Ah am going."

Warren scoffed.
"Why? You got what you
wanted. You and Remy are
'together'. That's what you've wanted
for four years. Why do you need
me?"

"Ah don't. But
Ah can't stay. Last night was a
fluke. It was just him thinking that
this was his last chance to fuck me.
That's all. Ah wanna leave."

Warren studied Rogue and wondered how she could be so
blind. Even piss-poor drunk last night
he had seen the look of jealousy and envy in Remy's eyes. Remy was as in love with Rogue as Rogue was
with him. Did Warren really want to tear
these two apart just so he could have a chance with the woman he'd had a crush
on for five years?

"Here are my keys...ummm...you can take my car for
now..." Warren said as he handed
Rogue his keys.

"Thanks, Warren.
Don' tell anyone, okay?"

Warren smiled.
"Not a soul."

Rogue smiled and picked up the bag she'd left outside the
door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll have my travel agent send you the travel
arrangements."

"Yeah," Rogue nodded and walked away. Was she really making the right choice? As she passed her doorway, she couldn't
resist a peak into her old room. There,
sprawled across her bed was Remy. Even
sleeping he was an immense presence.
Rogue was tempted to go in, to touch him one last time, but she stayed
her course. If she touched him she
doubted she'd have the resolve to do what needed to be done. She couldn't stay. She wasn't willing to play this game again.

*****

Six Months Later

"Mail call! Mail
call! All students report to the front hall!
Mail call!"

For two minutes that diatribe repeated, thoroughly making hung
over Remy regret ever joining a team with two of the most powerful telepaths on
the planet in it. Every afternoon,
without fail, that nice little mental yell paraded through his head and
thoroughly drove him mad with pain. Finally, Professor Xavier was happy with the
amount of people in the front hall because he stopped the mental announcement.

Upstairs, in bed, Remy thanked God for it. He had once again over-imbibed in spirits
last night and was already regretting it.
However, he was growing used to it, seeing as it was something he had
been doing more and more often lately.
All in pursuit of getting her
out of his head.

Covered only by his boxers, Remy rose from bed and groggily
headed towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. Unfortunately for him, outside his room were
two of the younger members of the school, both girls. Their loud giggles alerted him to the fact
that even boxers weren't enough covering for walking around a school. Swearing, he dragged on a robe and braved the
hallway again.

The girls were gone, probably off telling their friends that
they'd seen Remy without clothes on, so Remy headed for the shower. After bumping into Kurt, Scott, and Logan,
the last two telling Remy to put more clothes on, he finally reached it. Only to walk in on Storm.

The weather witch was just stepping out of the shower when
Remy waltzed in and they both froze.
Remy studied the ebony woman before him and for the first time that
morning, smiled. "Mornin',
Stormy."

Ororo smiled back as she drew a towel around her body. She wasn't embarrassed by the situation as
some others would have been. She was
approaching her forties but knew that she was still quite attractive. Besides, he had already seen her body. They indulged in a brief affair not long
after he'd joined the X Men, but that had ended many years ago. "Good morning, Remy. I find that sometimes, it's good to
knock."

Remy laughed and closed the bathroom door. "And miss dis sight? Not for all de diamonds in the de world, ch�re."

"Oh, Remy...flattery gets you no where," Ororo
replied while running a brush through her hip length hair. She felt his eyes on her and knew that he
still found her attractive. Tempting as
it was, she knew that nothing would come of the attraction. Everyone in the Institute was still painfully
aware of just who it was the Remy yearned for.
Every night, if not on a mission, Remy left the mansion for hours and
would return drunk out of his mind. When
his teammates could, they got him into bed and all had heard just who it was
that he called for in his drunken stupors.

Remy ran a hand down Ororo's arm and felt that he still had
his morning erection. Grinning
devilishly he pressed his body against her back. "How you feelin', Stormy? Up to a little action?"

Ororo smiled because then again, Rogue wasn't here, now was
she? Ororo had needs too. Remy was very
attractive, with his long lanky body and that tousled hair. His bedroom eyes drew her to him and the
skills he had in the bedroom were legendary.
Just as Ororo was thinking that maybe she would give in, just this once,
someone banged on the door and startled them out of their reverie.

"Come on! How
long does it take to have a shower?!"

"Go away, Jamie!" Remy shouted, turning back to
Ororo knowing that the moment was lost.
"Ch�re?"

"No, Remy. We
will not indulge this time," Storm patted his cheek in a maternal
manner. "Besides...I do not like
being called another woman's name."

Remy blushed, all too aware of his slip with Ororo a few
months ago. They'd both been drunk but
lord knew, the woman wouldn't forget or let him forget. "True.
I don' think I'd like Logan cutting me to ribbons either, ch�re."

Ororo blushed and turned angry eyes from the mirror to
him. "Who told you?"

"A little chatte."

"Kitty? She
wouldn't...excuse me, Gambit. I have
matters to attend to," Ororo said, storming out fully intent on giving
Kitty a piece of her mind. Remy chortled
to himself over the little mischief he'd just caused and continued in his
morning ritual. After the shower, he
headed to the kitchen for coffee. There were
children running about and several adults trying to keep them in line. Remy laughed at the sight of his fellow X Men
trying to keep hyper stimulated teenagers in line and continued to the
kitchen. After breakfast, which had been
over hours ago, the kitchen was off limits to the students, due to the number
of fires and accidents when they were allowed to run rough-shod over it. When he walked in the room fell silent, or as
silent as ten people could let it be.
They all stared at Remy as if he had an extra head and he felt slightly
disconcerted.

"What?"

"Nothing," five of them said, while the other half
just shook their head.

Remy crossed his arms and glared resolutely from the
doorway. "What?"

Just then Kitty came bounding down the hall behind him,
singing obnoxiously. "Going to the chapel and I'm gonna get
MARRIED! Going to the chapel and I'm-
GAMBIT! Oh, my god! I totally didn't see you! Did you hear?
We're totally invited to a wedding!"

Inside the kitchen, everyone prepared themselves for the
outburst. Gambit didn't yell, however,
merely asked, "Who's?"

"Archangel's! It
totally doesn't say who he'd marrying, but like we all know-oh...oops..."

So Rogue was getting married. Big shocker.
He didn't care. They'd never had
anything that even resembled a relationship or even a friendship. So why was a there a boiling pit of hatred
for Warren in his stomach?

"Really?" He replied, nonchalantly. "When's the wedding?"

"Ummm," Kitty looked around him into the kitchen
uncertainly and the others stared obstinately.
They were not getting involved.
"In a week. We're all
invited. The Prof said that we can't all
go because some people have to stay and take care of the school."

Remy turned around and walked all the way into the kitchen,
ignoring the stares everyone was giving him.
"Interestin'."

"You're not...upset?" Jean asked, ever the
concerned friend.

"Non, why would I be?" He grinned flirtatiously with her over his
coffee before levying himself up onto the counter. He didn't notice that by doing so, his robe
had slid open and he was flashing an excellent view of his chiseled chest and
that light trail of hair that circled his belly button and slid lower...into an
area just under his pajama pants. The
girls noticed, and the guys noticed that the girls noticed.

Luckily, the professor chose that moment to wheel into the
room. "Ah, I'm glad we're all
together. I have some
announcements. Instead of heading to
Muir Island for the wedding later this week, we'll be leaving today. There are several matters that must be
attended to at the new school and this is giving us the opportunity to test our
new faculty over there. I've decided
who's going to stay and who is going to go just a few minutes ago. Attending
with me to Muir Island, is Jean, Scott, Kitty, Kurt, and Piotr. The rest of you will stay here-..."

"I wan' to go."

"Remy, I understand-..."

"I'm goin'."

The professor didn't need his telepathy to tell that Remy's
resolve was complete. He sighed. "Alright. Remy will be attending as well. The rest of you are to stay and do your best
to keep the students in line. I know
that the larger number of them will make this difficult, so I'm authorizing the
use of a higher number of Danger Room sessions, not to be overseen by Logan,"
the professor said to the light titters of his team. He pointed a finger at Logan menacingly. "I want my students alive when I
return."

"Chuck, would I hurt a student?" Logan asked, an
evil grin on his face.

"Not intentionally, but it's your subconscious that
worries me. Ororo, you keep him in line.
On a side note, I'd like you all to keep an eye on our newest recruit, Sam's
little brother and sister. With their
brother on staff I'm not sure they're understanding that they have to listen to
the rules as well. Alright, my X Men, suit
up. We leave in two hours."

***

"How could you do that, Betsy?"

"I thought it was funny, luv," Betsy replied while
sharpening her practice swords. Rogue
was on the other side of the room, well out of range for the swords. She had a feeling she was going to piss Betsy
off.

"It's not funny.
They're gonna think Ah'm marrying Warren!"

Betsy hesitated.
"Now what's wrong with that idea?
I'm doing it."

"Don' give me that tone. I don' want them to think Ah am! They're goin' to come here all excited and
find out he's marryin' you!"

"So?"

"Kitty's probably going to get off the jet and scream
at me about how happy she is for me, the professor will..."

"The professor knows."

"Yeah, but Ah bet he didn't let the others in on
it! When Ah left New York, Warren still
thought he was goin' to marry me and so did the X Men."

Betsy laughed, remembering the scene where Rogue made it
very clear she wasn't marrying Warren...and how it had sent Warren into Betsy's
arms for which she was eternally grateful to Rogue. "So?
We'll give 'em a surprise! It'll
be funny! Trust me!"

Rogue scoffed, and pushed her long hair out of her
face. "Yeah, for you. Ah'm goin' to have to deal with everyone
askin' me what went wrong or what happened."

"And then you get to tell them that you arrived and proceeded
to fuck Sean into oblivion."

"Ah did not! Ah
broke up with Warren and then I...dated Sean." Rogue replied, referring to
the two months she had slept with Sean.
To everyone around them it had seemed like lust at first sight that had
morphed into a short-lived fling that most of the people on faculty loved to
tease the two about. Rogue knew the truth, however. She had been trying to erase the feel of Remy
on her. Trying to erase that night.

"Dated? Is that
what they're calling it now?" Betsy looked teasingly over her shoulder and
through her lilac hair at Rogue. Rogue
glared back and picked up a stuffed angel doll to throw at Betsy. The mutant sensed it coming and used her
katana to slice through it. "Damnit,
Rogue! Warren got that for me at the
fair."

Rogue grinned and left the room before Betsy could slice her
up. The Brit was known for her temper
and Rogue loved poking at it. In fact,
Rogue loved everything about the new school.
With her continually getting stronger control over her abilities, it was
like a new start for her. No one was
flinching when she came near, nor did anyone avoid her out of guilt, for
control over their own powers or for being able to touch when she
couldn't. Now, she could, and she
delighted in it. For that, she was
thankful to Remy. He had proven to her
that her inability was in her head, and that with proper mental preparation she
could touch for limited amounts of time.
The longest continual contact without absorbing was two hours. After that she had to break contact for at
least ten minutes. Then she could touch
again.

Rogue walked unhurriedly down the halls. The dozen or so students they had here were
very excited over the coming nuptials.
At the moment they were all in class.
If she remembered correctly, it was Mutant Ethics, taught by none other
than Erik Lensherr, aka Magneto. He
wasn't a permanent member of staff but flitted between here and the school in
Bayville. Emma Frost, the Britain campus
of Xavier's School for the Gifted headmaster, had felt it ironic to ask the
aging mutant to teach a short term class on it.
After all, who knew ethics better than the diabolical leader himself?

Speaking of Emma Frost, Rogue had to talk to her about an
issue with the professor's visit. Rogue
knocked on Emma's office door and waited until Emma called out to go in. "Hello, Rogue. What can I do for you?"

"Ah had a question about where everyone's going to be
sleeping for the week," Rogue started as she sat in one of the uber cushy seats
in front of the desk. "With the
pipe burst on the east wing, we only have four spare rooms. The plumber says he'll have the pipe fixed
today, but the cleaning crew can't get out here until Friday, and that's
wedding day so I'm not sure we want them here then."

"Xavier has informed me of who is coming and I don't
see a problem. It's going to be a relatively
small wedding. The non-mutants are
staying on the mainland."

"Ah know, but with everyone from the lab staying here
now too, we're getting a bit limited on space.
The east wing alone was six bedrooms, and the south wing is no where
near finished. Which reminds me, some of
the students have taken to playing around down there. Maybe someone should say something."

Emma smiled.
"I'll take care of it, Rogue.
So, what's really on your mind?"

Rogue knew that Emma didn't need to use her telepathy to see
that something was wrong. She was
probably broadcasting her thoughts to every telepath in the vicinity. "Ah...Ah'm curious. Who's coming from the X Men?"

Emma raised her eyebrow, but didn't push. "Shadowcat, Colossus, Nightcrawler, Cyclops,
and Jean Grey. No, wait...there was a
last minute addition...Gambit. He's
coming to." Emma studied Rogue's
face, watching as panic, horror, and finally resolve flitted across it. "Is that a problem?"

"No! Where are
we putting them all?"

Emma sighed.
"Since I've been informed that Ms. Grey and Cyclops are sharing a
room, and Shadowcat and Colossus as well, we're going to have to put Nightcrawler
and Gambit in the same room. The
professor, of course, has his own room."

Rogue leaned back and considered the blonde before her and
her motives. "Have you told
Moira? That he's coming."

"I'm sure she's aware."

Rogue sighed.
"You could have told her."

"I don't interfere in relationships, Rogue. What happens, happens."

"Yeah, sure. But
Ah bet you ain't told him Lucas is here."

Emma froze and coolly studied Rogue as she leaned
forward. "That is Lucas's business. If he doesn't want his father to know he is
living here-..."

"Hiding here.
He's hiding and you damn well know it.
You also know that the prof is going to sense him the second he
steps...rolls onto the island. Haven't
you considered just what Lucas's intentions are?"

Emma rose coolly and walked around the desk. Kneeling in front of Rogue, she grasped the
Southerner's hands. "I know you
don't trust him, but he came to us for help.
We are obligated to give it."

Rogue pulled away and stood up. "Not to murderers."

"Rogue, you know as well as I that mutants without
control are dangerous. They don't intend
to be. They just are. It was better that we keep him in stasis here
than to let him go free."

"Yeah, whatever.
Listen, I got a flight class to teach.
We'll talk later at the faculty meeting," Rogue said, leaving quickly. She knew now that she should never have
talked to Emma. It wasn't that Rogue
didn't like the woman, Emma was perfectly...civil. Rogue didn't like her motives, however,
because it was painfully obvious that Emma was keeping things to herself.

Rogue strode out onto the open field in front of the school
and studied the three students before her.
They were the only three out of the fifteen current students who had the
ability to fly for one reason or another.
Since Rogue was the only instructor who could fly, that meant she was
the only one to help them with that.

"Helmets on?"
The trio nodded their heads.
"Alright, let's fly."

*****

All seven current members of the faculty and all fifteen
students were standing on the front lawn talking when the Blackbird II landed. With a hand movement from Emma they straightened
up and shut up. Slowly, the tension
killing them, the students did as they were told. They were dying to see the X Men, who had
become legendary in their young eyes from all the news coverage dedicated to
them. Most didn't even realize that
Rogue had once been that Rogue, one
of the first members of the X Men.

The ramp lowered to the ground from the undercarriage of the
jet and Professor Xavier wheeled himself down. Behind him, two by two, his X Men
descended. Jean and Scott, holding
hands, Kitty and Kurt talking excitedly while they looked around and finally
Piotr and Gambit, both silent. Almost
immediately, Remy's eyes locked onto Rogue.
They stared at each other with twenty feet between them but both were
remembering the last time they'd seen each other. Remy was remembering looking at her sleep,
after their night of love. Rogue was
remembering him lying in the middle of her bed, taking up all the covers.

Sean broke the contact by loping his arm around Rogue's neck
and pulling her close. "Who's the
redhead? She's hot." He whispered
in her ear.

Rogue laughed. "That's
Jean, and she's taken."

"Damn. Well, I
guess you get to keep me company, ducky."

"Ah think you need to keep yourself company,"
Rogue grinned at him, trying hard to ignore the approaching X Men and one in
particular.

"MEIN SCHWIESTER!" Kurt shouted, finally noticing
his sister standing there. He
transported over and picked Rogue up for a big hug.

"Jesus, Kurt!
You tryin' to kill me!"
Rogue yelled gasping for breath.
By the time Kurt had put her down and moved on to meet the rest of the
faculty, the X Men had arrived and been introduced. Rogue started to turn and join the rest of
the people walking back to the mansion behind them, when someone grabbed her
hand.

Rogue knew who it was without looking, but she turned
anyways. "Welcome to Muir Island,
Gambit."

"Bonjour, ch�re. Miss me?"

Rogue smiled, and it was sad. "No."

Remy jerked Rogue close and gritted his teeth. "Too bad."

He smashed his lips to her in a painful way that spoke of
long nights of yearning and anger that was still raging. When he released her there was a bruise on
her wrist and tears in her eyes. "I
just came to wish you a happy marriage, ch�re. Den I leave."

Remy stalked past her and into the mansion, leaving Rogue
once again to her choices and her mistakes.

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Ah, another chapter.
Love! Oh, sweet love! How you pain us so.

Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed...and to the two
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