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Chapter 9
Rogue and Remy sat side by side. Hand in hand, they both looked extremely tired and probably could've fallen asleep if they weren't so stressed. After many moments of making up they surrendered to their fatigue and grew silent. Remy was staring at the ceiling, blinking heavily and slowly. Rogue gazed at the muted television mounted on the gray wall across the waiting room. She was gazing through it rather than at it. Until she saw what looked to be Jean's car, although it was hard to tell now with the damage done to it. She stood up fast, startling Remy out of his exhaustion. Rogue walked briskly around the rowed seats and turned the volume up.
"Good evening everyone, I'm Patrick Roland…" the reporter began in his over the top anchorman diction, "Breaking News… we've just received information regarding a car accident involving local restaurant owner, Jean Grey Summers, who's condition is still unknown, and two of our fellow employees. Camera man, Tyler Craig, and reporter, Emma Frost, were traveling in a news van, entered the intersection and struck Mrs. Summers' vehicle… Sadly, Emma and Tyler were not wearing their seatbelts and have succumbed to their injuries…"
Rogue looked quickly to Remy for a reaction. She was surprised to see that there wasn't one. As the man went on she turned her attention back to the report.
"Tyler Craig was 34 and leaves behind a wife, two children, and many friends. Emma Frost, 31, was a talented, beautiful, and hardworking woman. The two will be missed by all. The cause of the accident is still not confirmed but is believed to be caused by malfunctioning traffic lights, perhaps due to the storms through out the night. Several reports through out the city of the malfunctions were made and are now believed to be resolved." The man turned his chair and changed cameras. "In more breaking news, another tragic story… Warren Worthington the Third of Worthington Corporations has been shot and killed by a disgruntled ex-employee, John Allerdyce. Worthington was accompanied by his longtime girlfriend, Elisabeth Braddock, when Allerdyce accosted the couple in a subway station, shot Worthington and Braddock, then took his own life. No word on Braddock's condition at this time…" The man continued talking but neither Rogue or Remy were listening. They were stunned. Like deer in headlights. Finally Rogue snapped herself out of it and walked slowly over to Remy. He was still sitting. She took her seat next to him and began rubbing his back.
"Remy?" she asked in a whisper. He didn't respond. He straightened himself and took Rogue into his arms. She returned his embrace though she was surprised. Shouldn't she be the one hugging him? He was friends with Warren and though he considered Emma an enemy she knew that he had once cared about her. They held each other for some time, finding comfort in their lover's warmth. Ororo opened the door slowly, not wanting to disrupt her friends "make up" moment. Although the expressions on their faces didn't look relaxed by any means.
"I have just gotten off the phone with Logan…" she began quietly and was uncomfortable. She hated being the bearer of bad news. Ororo examined the couples faces once more and had a feeling that somehow they already knew. She looked quickly to the television and saw a picture of Warren in the top corner.
"You already know…" she stated with pure concern in her voice as she looked to Remy.
"Yeah. We heard." He responded simply but was not unfriendly. He moved his gaze to the tiled floor.
"Ah can't believe it… and Emma too…" Rogue was truly in disbelief. When Ororo had told her of Jean's accident she didn't think this night could get any worse. She remembered when her mother found out that Erik had cheated on her with Emma. Rogue was livid and Raven was surprisingly calm, as if she had known about it for a long time. At one point, Rogue claimed that this was the worst thing he could've done. Her mother gently reminded her that things can always be worse.
Scott entered the dimly lit room slowly. He shut the door quietly behind him. Jean's eyes were closed and appeared to be sleeping. He pulled up a side chair next to her bed gingerly and sat down, never taking his eyes off his wife. Scott noticed her bottom lip was split and a small bump was shining purple on the left side of her forehead. He brought his hand to her red hair that was still somewhat damp and frizzy from the rain. She was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And he loved her so much it hurt. Jean opened her eyes, making contact with his, smiling gently.
"Hey." Jean mustered.
"Hi, sweetheart." Scott said smiling, on the brink of tears. The couple stared at each other with great love in their eyes. Scott brought her hand to his mouth leisurely and kissed it lightly. A tear escaped his eyes, but he didn't wipe it away. He didn't care if she saw him cry, at the moment he didn't care if anyone saw him cry. He was only concerned that the love of his life was alright. She was his life.
"I'm so glad you're okay…" he kissed her hand again.
"Me too…" Jean smiled and then it faded away, "I can't believe I didn't see the red light."
"Shh. Don't worry about that right now…" Scott tried to comfort her.
"Of course I'm going to worry about it, Scott." Jean appreciated her husbands attempt. "How are the others?" Scott furrowed his brow for a second then realized quickly who she was talking about.
"I'm not sure… the doctor didn't tell me anything involving the other vehicle." Scott said with raised eyebrows and shook his head slightly. He was going to tell her not to worry about them and just worry about herself, but knew Jean wasn't that type of person. She was a beautiful person, inside and out. She always showed concern and compassion for those who were in need.
"I'll try to find out in a little bit… but I would like to spend some more time with you." Scott smiled wide, which Jean tried to return, but the pain of her split lip only allowed a fraction.
"Thank you, Scott." Jean was happy to have the man she loved by her side, not that she would expect any different from him. She knew if she ever needed anything he would walk to the ends of universe and back for her.
"Do you need anything? Water?" Scott asked as he pointed his thumb to the left at a pitcher nearby.
"That would be great." Jean nodded gently while she tried to get a little more comfortable. She was still a little bleary from the bump on her head and she felt like a huge "walking" bruise. She smiled to herself at her silly analogy.
"Ororo, Rogue, and Remy are here too… they're in the waiting room." Scott said, craning his neck to the general area where their friends were. He brought the water over to Jean and watched her take a few small sips. "I can tell them to come back in the morning if you're not feeling up to a visit."
"No." Jean said quickly and shook her head, then began nodding, "I'd like to see them."
"Are you sure? They'd understand." Scott said.
"I'm sure." Jean smiled at him and tilted her head. "But let them wait five more minutes… I'm not done with you yet."
"Sure thing." He smiled and kissed the non-bruised side of her forehead. They talked and hugged and kissed, gently of course. Scott continued to aid Jean as much as he could to the point where Jean had to playfully slap his hands away. Five minutes went by fast so they both decided on another five minutes.
EARLIER that night
"That was fast." Tyler Craig snorted sarcastically to himself and ate another handful of spicy peanuts. He rubbed his hands together to brush off the crumbs. He watched as Emma jogged across the street holding a newspaper over her head, hoping to shield her blonde hair from the rain. Tyler couldn't help but notice her breast bobbing with every long step. He wasn't necessarily interested in her, he was happy with his wife, though she wasn't nearly as ravishing. Emma hopped into the passenger side of the van, threw the sopping paper to the ground, and slammed the door.
"He wasn't there." She pouted playfully as she dabbed her arms with a napkin Tyler had handed her. He started the engine and pulled away from the curb. "Only that uptight prick, Scott Summers…"
"Why'd you want to go there anyway?" Tyler asked turning his head but not looking at her, "You said Remy wasn't going to give you any info."
"That's what he said." Emma said simply as she lit a cigarette, "I just thought…" she blew out a swirl of smoke as she rolled the window down slightly, "he and I could have a little fun, for old time's sake." She smiled and batted her eyes at Tyler. Her mind quickly went back to memories of late nights at Remy's office. They had sex in probably every inch of that office. Sometimes she surprised him and screwed him on his chair. Her favorite was when he would fuck her from behind as she bent over his desk. She found herself becoming aroused and flushed. Suddenly Tyler slammed on the breaks and slid to stop just before entering the crosswalk. Emma braced her body from smashing against the dashboard with her free hand.
"What the fuck, Tyler?!?" she screamed, her heart was racing from the unexpected jolt. "Goddamn it, pay attention to the fucking road." She looked at him like he was the biggest idiot in the world then took another drag.
"Sorry…" he looked away from her and towards the traffic light, "That was weird…" Emma didn't answer but continued to look at him with a disgusted look. She intimidated him. She knew it. And she liked it. He decided to go on despite his discomfort under her icy stare.
"The light… it went from green straight to red." Tyler stated and caught Emma roll her eyes with annoyance. She inhaled once more and threw the cigarette out the window. She wasn't even halfway through it but she was trying to quit. The smoke was giving her wrinkles. The van was now veiled with a cloud of awkward silence. Until it was broken abruptly.
"Isn't he with Lehnsherr's daughter now?" he smiled inwardly, knowing it would irritate her.
"Yeah… she's a real cunt." Emma narrowed her eyes at the thought of the women who had "ruined" Remy. He used to be fun, outgoing, and spontaneous. Now he's… well, like that prick Summers.
"She's pretty though." Tyler pushed further trying to provoke her into a tizzy.
"I guess." Emma stated simply. She's was too tired to care at this moment. She knew Tyler was trying to aggravate her. So she changed the mood completely. Emma shifted her body, mainly her breasts, in Tyler's direction and gazed seductively at him.
"Not as pretty as me though, right?" Emma unbuttoned the top of her blouse to reveal the edge of a white lacy bra. Tyler looked over at her, not expecting to see what he saw her doing. He immediately turned his attention back to the road and flushed.
"Uh… n-no." He stuttered. Emma smiled at his embarrassment. She grabbed his hand and quickly moved it to her breast and forced him to squeeze it.
"You can touch if you'd like." she smiled and licked her lips. Tyler stared for a moment, caught completely off guard. He blinked himself out of his shock and roughly drew his hand back.
"What the hell are you doing?" Tyler was angry with her ridiculous confidence that she could fuck any man she wanted. "I'm a married man." He stated firmly.
"Married… not dead." She smiled at him as she undid another button.
"You are fucking amazing!" Tyler said sarcastically, "And I don't mean that in a good way."
"You have no idea how fucking amazing I am." She replied as she moved closer to him and massaged the back of his neck. He shrugged her away.
"Goddamn it, Emma, stop acting like a whore for once in your life!" Tyler yelled at her looking into her blue eyes. Which were quickly growing angry and hateful. She opened her mouth to reciprocate but instead was thrown violently forward. The crash was deafening. Emma felt her face and limbs being sliced from the glass of the windshield. She felt her frail body slam onto the wet pavement and slid to a bloody stop. Then, she felt nothing.
Remy stood with Scott looking at Rogue and Ororo fussing over Jean. They were talking and smiling. He smiled to see his friends all happy, and alive for that matter. He turned to Scott and put a hand on his shoulder. Scott gave Remy a pat on the back and smile.
"Can a I borrow Scott for a moment Jean?" Remy asked looking into her weary eyes. They didn't seem as bright as usual. "I promise it won't take long."
"Well, as long as you promise." She smiled at him and then continued visiting with her best friends. Remy followed as Scott exited the dim room into the bright fluorescent hallway.
"Take a walk with me?" Remy said quietly and pointed with his thumb down the hall, keeping his gaze anywhere but on Scott.
"Sure." Scott new something was wrong right away, but let Remy lead the way for awhile before asking. "What's wrong?" he asked nervously. They had wandered their way back into the empty waiting room. Remy gestured to Scott to sit down. So he did. Remy found a seat across from him. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees.
"I've got some… really bad news." Remy said as he rubbed his eyes. He finally found the strength to look into his friend's eyes. They were anxious and bleary.
"Alright." Scott said simply bracing himself. He shifted in his seat restlessly.
"Well, first…" Remy didn't mention there was more than one bad thing which caused Scott's eyebrows to furrow and jaw clench. Not that he was angry with Remy, don't shoot the messenger, right? Remy went on slowly, "the others involved in Jean's accident… one of them was Emma. And a camera man." Scott raised his eyebrows at the mention of her.
"They uh… didn't make it." Remy tried to examine Scott's face closely but he was looking down and massaging his temples. He went on, "I told Rogue and Ororo that Jean should hear it from you… in private." Scott nodded his head in response. He felt great sympathy for his wife, he knew this was going to be hard on her.
"What else?" Scott asked but not really wanting to know.
"I'm sorry, Scott." Remy started, the right words were hard to find for the first time in his life. He decided that blunt was the only thing he could manage. "It's Warren… He was shot and killed."
Ororo cried the entire drive home. This whole night had been overwhelming. When she left she gave Scott a hug, as did Rogue and Remy. He looked so sad. Although she was glad she wouldn't be the one telling Jean of the accident and Warren, a part of her wanted to be there for her friend. When she entered her home she found a pleasant surprise. Logan was waiting for her. Even though Warren and Betsy weren't his and Bobby's case, she expected him to be all over it, and probably much to the annoyance of the other investigators. But he knew that he was needed elsewhere. Home. He walked over to her and took her into his arms. She allowed herself to melt into him and her tears fell free, whether she wanted them or not.
"What a horrible night, Logan." Ororo voice was shaky and hoarse.
"I know, but crying helps… so let it out." He whispered into her ear and rubbed her back. She did as he said. It did help. But soon her tears ran dry and she was emotionally drained. She pulled away and gave him a gentle kiss. He dried her cheeks and brushed her hair from her face.
"Ugh! I am exhausted!" Ororo said with a weak smile and tired laugh. Just then Logan swept her up into his arms and carried her to their bed. He laid her down gently and removed her shoes gingerly. She sat up and pulled him by his shirt on top of her. They kissed deeply for a long time. Ororo pulled away and looked into his gray eyes.
"You were right." She said smiling. Logan looked confused.
"'Bout what?" he asked tilting his head and returning her gaze.
"The other day… when you said I was acting like something was bothering me." Ororo said as the couple shifted to be side by side. Logan replied, "Mmhmm." He allowed her to go on.
"Well, it was strange really. I thought…" She paused nervous to continue. "I thought that I may have been pregnant…" The last word was barely audible. But he heard it. He raised his eyebrows but showed no real sign of regret. So she went on.
"I took a test, but it was negative." She was looking at the ceiling now, laying on her back with her hands folded on her stomach. Logan saw a moment of disappointment spread across her face. He rubbed her hands with one of his own. Long ago they both talked about the topic of children. At the time neither of them wanted any, and thought they never would.
"I have to admit, Logan." Ororo began softly, "I am a little disappointed."
"Me too." He replied. Ororo looked at him quickly. Did she hear him right? He smiled at her shocked expression. "I didn't bring up the kid thing… 'cause I thought you didn't want any."
"I didn't… but I've been thinking about it for the past couple of months." Ororo's voice was smiling, as well as her mouth. They went on talking about having a baby some more and decided that tonight would be a good night to start trying…
Bobby went straight to see his girlfriend after he got off work. She called him when she heard about Jean's accident. He could tell she was really upset, although she was trying to hide it. He knew that Jubilee liked her boss and considered her a friend. He held her for a long while and told her that Jean was going to be fine. After she had calmed down a bit, things between the young couple heated up quickly. They were sprawled out sideways on her bed. His weight on top of her felt so good and so she pulled him as close as she could. They were kissing deeply and passionately as he moved inside her. Bobby was running his hand through her silky black hair and with the other was fondling her breast. Jubilee moaned with pleasure. He loved that she was vocal about what she liked.
"Faster." She whispered into his ear. He gladly did what he was told.
"Oh my God… she's so tight…" Bobby thought to himself.
"Harder!" She said loudly. He smiled, and again, gladly did what he was told. She was moaning uncontrollably and he knew that she was close. Jubilee grasped the surrounding sheets tightly as waves of pure ecstasy washed over her. "Oh God! Yes!" She screamed out loudly, not caring who heard her. "Yes, Bobby! Yes!" He smiled and was pleased that he had brought so much pleasure to his lover. He rolled off of her and laid beside her breathing heavily.
"Did you…?" She asked concerned.
"I'm good." He smiled and kissed her hand.
"Oh no… that's not good enough." Jubilee positioned herself over him and slid him into her wetness. He was so hard.
"Oh my God! He's huge!" Jubilee thought to herself with closed eyes and smiled. She moved slowly on top of him for a few minutes. She saw him close his eyes and bite his bottom lip. Jubilee knew that Bobby wasn't exactly a very verbal lover, but she's learned to read his body language. She increased her speed and force. He moaned quietly and she knew then that that was what he wanted. As she continued, his moans became more frequent and he tried to control his volume as best he could. Bobby grabbed on to her hips and began to thrust with her until he erupted with indescribable pleasure. They collapsed into one another, damp with sweat.
"Well…" Jubilee began, trying to catch her breath, "that's better." Bobby smiled and pulled her close for a kiss. They soon fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
Remy flung his keys onto a side table and turned on the light. Rogue shut the door behind her and placed her purse in the coat closet. The cool apartment still had the delicious aroma of their dinner from earlier and wine permeated in the air. Rogue looked at the food and wine plastering the walls as Remy picked up the turned over table.
"Don't worry 'bout dis… I'll clean it up in the mornin'" he mumbled as he took broken glasses into the kitchen. "Remy's had a rough night… We all have." Rogue thought to herself with a gloomy smile as she glanced over the mess.
"Ah'm gonna go get comfy…" She said leisurely walking past the kitchen and down the hall towards the bedroom. She studied the hole in the wall for a moment and looked back at Remy, who was picking up a few more shards of glass off the floor.
"Yeah. I'm assuming you couldn't fit the entire walk-in closet into the duffle bag." He bellowed smiling in her direction. Rogue laughed to herself as she pulled an army green tank top over her head.
"Hey, half the closet… You've got quite a collection yourself there mister." She said emerging from room and pulling her hair from the under the back of the shirt. Remy smiled and nodded in defeat. Rogue sauntered to him and put her arms around his neck. He leaned down and kissed her slowly and gently. They broke their embrace and Rogue preceded to the kitchen but Remy didn't let go of her wrist. He pulled her back to him closer and looked at her with a small smile across his worn out, but still extremely handsome face.
"I love you." He said simply, but with all his heart. She smiled and gave him a tender hug.
"I love you too." Rogue looked into his loving eyes and saw sadness, "You want a beer?"
"How 'bout a dozen?" He nodded and plopped lazily on the couch as she disappeared into the kitchen. She reappeared a moment later and brought him a cold bottle.
"Sorry, you only have two left." She said sitting down beside him and took a sip from her water. They leaned unto each other's tired bodies for support but neither gave much. Rogue nuzzled her head onto his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her.
"How you doin'?" He whispered looking down at her.
"I'll be alright." She nodded lightly. She turned her head up and looked onto him. "How are you doing?"
"I'll be alright." He smiled weakly then took a long swig of beer. He then offered some to Rogue who shook her head. After tonight it was very tempting but knew she couldn't.
"Remy…" Rogue started then soon regretted it, but knew she couldn't stop now. She felt his gaze turn to her, urging her to go on. "Ah… Ah don't think this is the best time… hell, maybe it's the worst, but…" she stopped and leaned forward, breaking their bond. After a moment of silence he too leaned forward and kept his gaze upon her.
"What is it? You can tell me anything…" Remy encouraged her to keep going.
"Ah'm pregnant." She said it simply and it felt good to finally tell him. She forced herself to look at him and found that his face was caring. He set his bottle on the coffee table as he continued to look at her.
"Are you serious?" Remy asked raising his brows ever so slightly. Rogue looked down at her water nervously and nodded. A smile gradually crept across his face and soon was wide, showing off his straight white teeth. For the first time this night his eyes were welling with tears of pure joy. He jumped off the sofa and pulled Rogue up into a firm embrace.
"I can't believe it! Dis is great!" He practically yelled with excitement. Rogue was surprised at his new found energy and found that she was smiling uncontrollably. She pulled back and looked at him with misty eyes.
"Really?" She didn't really have to ask but just wanted to be sure his face matched his mood. He looked younger than usual. In fact, he looked like a kid on Christmas morning that got everything he asked for, and then some.
Yeah yeah yeah… I know… it's been like a billion and one years since I've updated… can you ever forgive me?!? Hehehe. Hope you enjoyed, if you're even still reading!