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He remebered seeing a her lying on the med-lab table, dying.
"WE'RE LOSING HER!!" Beast yelled, trying everything
he could do. He remembered hearing the words that meant the
end of his life....the words that meant death to his spirit
"Time of death, 3:12 am. God take care of her......"
Hank whispered, his sobs making it barely audible.
He remembered the team...torn with grief and anger, they
had loved her so much...but who couldn't love Rogue? She was
the spunk of the team...the soul and humor of it...Why
did she have to do it ? Why? the tears fell freely from
his eyes....He knew why...
Earlier that day...
"Alright people, we gotta take him down, fast and hard,"
Cyclops pointed towards the raging Magneto in the sky.
"Cyke, ya gotta lemme reason with him! Ya know Ah can
get through ta him!!" Rogue argued.
"Rogue, this...monster is beyond reasoning, we can only
fight him." Cyclops answered back.
Without warning she flew up towards the raging storm of em-waves,
not worried for herself....just worried about what might happen...what
*might* happen...but she was going to stop it. She was the
one he reasoned with, the one who could understand him....usually.
"Rogue, mon dieu, no!!" Remy hollered after her...but
it was too late.
She reached Erik and looked at the fury in his face, she
could see his pain...his anger...and the danger.
"Erik..ya gotta stop this! Yer only hurtin' yerself!!"
she yelled through the crackling of the em-waves.
"Rogue, I am *not* in the mood to debate this with you
at present. So kindly leave before I am forced to make you
"Ya think Ah'm gonna leave when y'all're bein' stupid
like this?! Ah think not!"
"Then I have no choice. Goodbye, Rogue." and with
that he raised his hand in a commanding pose, as he normally
did when using his powers. He began to coagulate the blood
in her system, drying it up within her body...Rogue began
to fall 150 feet to the ground...faster and faster...until
she hit the ground with a sickening crack.
"Mon Dieu...," Gambit whispered horrified.
"Goddess...," Storm looked away...
Hank rushed to her side, to check on her. "She's alive...we
have to get her back to the mansion...NOW!!!"
They retreated as fast as they could, Rogue's vital signs
were getting worse and worse...
Hank walked into the cabin where Remy sat, his face pale
and weathered. He bore the look of a man who'd just walked
"Remy, she'd like to see you...," Hank informed
"Mercy...," he whispered and went into the room.
He walked over to the medi-table that she was lying on. Her
face, normally a peaches and cream color, was pale...her features,
normally so alive, were dead. Her eyes...her Scarlet O'Hara
green eyes were not as bright as normal..but open and full
"Chere, c'n ya hear me?" he ventured.
She looked at him the best she could and her eyes told him
"I wan' ya ta know...tha'...I love ya. Wit' alla my
She opened her mouth...trying to respond..."....Ah....lov..,"
she closed her eyes, the tears stinging, the frustration drove
" I know, chere. I know." He tried to hold the
tears back, but failed. He tried to push the thought that
this was the last time he'd talk to her out of his head..but
he couldn't. He held her right hand, the tears falling freely
and talked to her the entire time home. He spoke of the boyzenberry
pie incident, and of their first date...he promised her that
they'd have another date when she got better. Hank knocked
on the door, "Can I come in, Remy?"
"Yah, Henri...we be havin' a party," he faked a
"I was thinking that Jean could link the two of your
minds, so you could actually 'talk' to each other. If that's
okay with you."
"Do it," Remy stated simply and eagerly.
Jean linked their minds so they could talk, Remy was the
first to speak.
*Rogue, c'n ya hear me?*
*Sure can, shugah.*
Even her mental voice sounded weak...
* I wan' ya ta know tha' everythin's gonna be alrigh',
*Remy...Ah wan' ya ta promise me somethin'..*
*When Ah die, don' lemme weigh ya down...*
*Chere, ya aren' goin' ta..*
*I can't chere...I jus' can't...*
*Ah love ya, Remy...please...for your sake...don't worry
'bout me...Ah'm goin' ta be fine.*
And as soon as she said that the heart monitor began to beep
Hank had once again managed to stabalize Rogue in the med-lab.
Remy sat at her side, staring at her intently, looking for
any changes in her condition. He brushed her hair out of her
face...and looked at her. He realized that she wasn't going
to live...it was to late for her survival. He knew that the
only way for her to go peacefully was for him to let her go.
But it wouldn't be as simple as pulling a plug on a life support
machine...he had to tell her that he wouldn't mourn her forever.
That he would get on with his life. "Chere...I don' know
if I can or no'.....but I'll try ta get on wit' my life..."
He could almost instinctively hear her say, "Ya have
"I promise." He whispered, bending over he barely
brushed his lips against her forehead, in the only kiss that
he could ever give her without getting his psyche absorbed
into hers.With that he walked out of the room and up to hers,
where he could begin his mourning. Five minutes later, the
heart monitor began to sound.
The next day...
The grey skies poured rain down onto the mansion's grounds
as the team mourned in privacy. Scott and Jean had chosen
to retreat to their boathouse, Ororo to her apartment and
Warren and Betsy back to Warren's loft. Remy was in Rogue's
room sitting on her bed and going through her photo album.
He was torn...after seeing how Henri had reacted to her death
as well as the rest of the team, he knew he'd never be able
to let him go.
He tried to take his mind off that topic, so he glanced down
at the photo album.He didn't realize how many pictures she
had of the two of them together.She looks so alive, so
happy... He thought looking at her. He couldn't let her
go...he couldn't. He knew he had promised her, but her felt
so dead...so alone. He sat and remembered the times that him
and Rogue would sit on the roof and talk for hours.
Who would he talk to? Who would listen to him?The roof was
the place where he first fell in love with her. It was their
spot. Their spot to observe the world, without being part
of it. He'd probably never even go out onto the roof again.
He came across a letter in her drawer with his name on it,
so he opened it.
I know that you are pretty upset with me for the things I've
And I want you to know that I don't blame you. I never did,
and I never will.
You are the best thing that ever happened to me and your past
is your past...
It's none of my business. Just promise me this, that after
what happened that you'll get on with your life and forget
about it. For me. And if you need to talk, I'll always be
here for you, no matter what happens. Heaven and Hell couldn't
stop me from being here for you. I love you, Remy.
He blinked the tears out of his eyes as he remembered that
fight they'd gotten into way back when...it was their first
true fight. But in a way...he felt the letter was closing
things. Reassuring him that everything was going to be okay.
That Rogue was with him no matter what...that she loved him
and would always be there for him, through heaven and hell,
and that's all he needed to know.
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