Favourite review again a tie, between the-writing-vampire for their OMGOODNESS and Courtney Summers for their hopeful eyes.

Love Never Ends

In the end, Logan had made them wait for six months, but now the day had finally come. She was sitting in front of Remy's sister-in-law, Mercy, who was doing something complex with her hair. They had decided to have the wedding in New Orleans, in the chapel joined to the LeBeau house, as certain members of Remy's family would almost certainly be arrested if they left the safety of the bayou. As she felt Mercy tugging gently at her hair, Rogue let her mind drift back to the night when Remy had announced their engagement.

They were all sitting around the dining table, after Remy had cooked them a delicious southern dish. For once it had been mild enough for everyone, and no-one really wanted to leave the table. There was a sense of easy companionship that no-one wanted to break up. Even Logan was smiling occasionally. The professor made a comment on how well the new team had bonded, and Remy obviously judged this the perfect time to make the engagement known. He tapped a glass lightly with his fork, drawing everyone's attention.

"Remy's got an announcement to make." He said, standing up. Rogue's eyes widened in slight horror.

"Are yah mad, Cajun?" She asked him, standing up too.

"Non, chere, mais de ot'ers need t' know."

"No they don't!"

"Rogue, if it is something that will affect the team, it is your duty to tell us." Cyclops reprimanded her.

"It's nothang tah do with tha team, it's a private mattah that y'all don't need tah worreh abaht!" She exclaimed, accent becoming more pronounced as she became increasingly emotional.

"Meine Schwester (1), if it is something to do mitt your … relationship mitt Gambit…"

"Ah'm naht pregnant, Kurt, if that's what yah mean." He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now, if y'all jes' sit dahn…" She said angrily to Remy.

"Sheesh, Rogue, y'all sound lahke a married woman!"Sam laughed, then froze as she glared at him.

"Oui, an' dat's de wonderful news ma Cherie has been tryin' t' keep from y'. We're engaged."

Rogue shuddered slightly as she recalled the look on Wolverine's face as the word 'engaged' left her fiancé's lips.

"Don' move!" Mercy scolded her.

Kurt had glanced from Logan's suddenly flat, blank face, to Remy's, grabbed the Cajun and 'ported him away to safety. Logan stood up, chair falling backwards.

"I'm going outside."

"Yah leave him alone, yah hear?" Rogue exclaimed, moving to stand in front of him. "Ah know yah've got this whole 'protection' thang goin' on, but Ah swear, if yah even so much as touch him, Ah'll drain yah, yah hear?"

"Not much of a threat, Stripes. I've got a healin' factor, remember?"

"Yeah, but it'll still bloody hurt. An' how do yah know it'll work once yah dead?" He stared into her fiery green eyes for about half a minute, then knocked her out of the way, and left the room. She started to follow, but the professor's voice in her mind made her stop.

Rogue.

"What is it, professah?"

"He isn't going after Gambit. Just to the nearest bar."

"Thanks, professah. D'yah know where Kurt took Remy?" The professor smiled slightly.

"The Danger Room. He thought it would be the safest place if Logan decided to follow."

"Thanks." She turned and left the room.

"Rogue. Rogue. Rogue!" She was brought back to the present by Mercy.

"Yeah? Sorreh, Ah must have dropped off or somethang." Mercy sighed and shook her head.

"Honestly girl, y're not acting much like it's y'r weddin' day! C'mon, dis id it! In a few hours, y're gonna be married t' m' no-good brodder-in-law. I still can' believe he's getting' hitched."

"Yeah, Ah know. It's just…" How could she explain? If she was completely honest to herself, their marriage was only a formality. They were already joined by something far stronger than two people saying 'I do'. Then again, it was a necessary formality. It gave her adopted brother and surrogate father a reassurance, and it felt nice, to be able to say her was hers. Not just her boyfriend, but her fiancé, her life partner, and soon…her husband.

"Well anyway, it's time t' go down now. Y' all set?" Rogue nodded, and Mercy gave her a reassuring smile. Remember, no matter what they say about Remy, he always, always, keeps his promises. And that's what this is. Now, let's go stun them!"

Even though she'd only known her for a while, Mercy was one of Rogue's bridesmaids, along with Wanda, Kitty and Tabby. As they made their way to the chapel, they were joined by Logan, who was to give her away. She slipped her arm into the crook of his, and the girls took their places behind her. At the door to the chapel, they slowed, and waited for the music - Wagner's Wedding March. As Rogue made her way down the aisle the large candles on either side of her lit up, carefully controlled by the best man - St. John.

When Rogue reached the front, she carefully lifted the veil covering her face, to let it fall back over her hair. Mercy, Logan, Wanda, John, Kitty and Tabby all moved back to sit in the front row. Rogue allowed the priest's words to wash over her, as she felt Remy's comforting hand in hers.

"Dearly beloved, we are here assembled, in the presence of God and these witnesses, to join together this man, - Rembrandt Etienne LeBeau - and this woman – Anne-Marie Darkholm - in holy marriage, which is blessed by our Lord Jesus Christ, governed by God's commandments, and is to be held in high honour among all people. Therefore it is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly; but reverently, discreetly, and in awe of God.

Rembrandt and Anne-Marie, you have signified your desire to enter into the holy state of marriage, and no one has shown just cause why you may not. If anyone here knows of any lawful reason why this man and this woman should not be wed, I charge them now, before God, the Searcher of all hearts, to speak now, or forever hold your peace."

There was a slight pause, while most if not all the X-men were sitting in shock that Rogue had a name, and that she was using Mystique's last name as her own. The silence passed, and Remy breathed a quiet sigh of relief. No-one had said anything, and the family's priest was now continuing.

"If the brother of the groom, Henri LeBeau, will now step up to read to us from Paul's first letter to the Corinthians." Henri got up, holding a sheaf of paper. He walked over to stand next to the man he considered family, and read aloud;

"Love is patient; love is kind; love is no' envious nor boastful nor arrogant nor rude. It don't insist on its own way; it's no' irritable nor resentful; it does no' rejoice in wrongdoing, bu' rejoices in de trut'. It bears all t'ings, believes all t'ings, hopes all t'ings, an' endures all t'ings. Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part; but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end." The priest waited until Henri had returned to his chair, and then continued. Rogue had to be honest though – she could not remember any of his sermon. She had Remy's gift of empathy tuned up, and was high on all the affection and love washing around the building. She came back down to earth when she heard the priest say,

"Would the parents of Rembrandt and Marie please stand?" There was a pause, and then Jean-Luc, tante Mattie and Logan stood.

"I ask you, as the parents of this man and this woman, do you promise to give them love, care and support in their marriage?"

"We do." Came the reply. If some of the people seated at the back heard a small whisper join in, well, it couldn't be that spider, could it? But anyway, who would want to spend time listening to a spider, when St. John and Kitty were coming forward with the rings? They were relatively simple, but not identical. They were both slim gold bands, but Remy's had two emeralds set in, and Rogue's two rubies. And then Rogue was taking his and repeating after the elderly man in front of her,

"Ah, Marie, take yah Remy, tah be mah husband. Ah promise tah stay by yah side as yah wife, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, as well as through the good times and the bad. Ah promise tah love yah without reservation and tah cherish yah foah as long as we both shall live. This ring is a symbol of mah vow." And then it was his turn.

"Je, Remy, take y' Marie, t' be my wife. I promise t' stay by y'r side as y'r husband, in sickness an' in health, in joy an' in sorrow, as well as t'rough de good times an' de bad. I promise t' love y' wit'out reservation and t' cherish y' f'r as long as we both shall live. Dis ring is a symbol of m' vow."

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." But they were already kissing, and their embrace seemed to last both nowhere near long enough, and at the same time for an eternity. Then he swept her up in his arms and carried her down the aisle at a run, whilst being pelted by tiny grains of rice.

(1) My sister

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