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Dreams: Chapter 1

Her dreams are always the same.

True, the location changed from dream to dream but it was always the same dream. Sometimes it was Ancient Rome, Medieval Europe or present day New York. This time she was on the beach.

She walked along the water's edge. The bottom of her green sundress plastered against her calves due to some errant waves coming in with the tide. The sky above her was painted vibrant shades of blue and purple, as the sun barley hung on to the twilight. Stars began making their nightly appearance.

Sandals dangling from her hands, Rogue turned her face up to the stars and let the wind blow through her hair. She loved it when the breeze tossed her hair in different directions, like her hair had a life of its own: like it was free.

To be free of her powers was a dream for her. Her team-members, the X-men, knew that she dealt with her powers and had somewhat come to accept them, but they didn't realize that every time she closed her eyes, she could only think about what life would be like without her powers. She could be free to be with the one that she loved.

Just the thought of him sent a shiver up her spine. Rogue knew that he would be here, somewhere, after all she had this dream before. She knew that she was searching for him and would always find him, just around the corner, and sure enough she was right.

Perched on a rock, surrounded by the breaking waves of the incoming tide sat Remy LeBeau. He knew how to make an entrance, for Remy (a.k.a. Gambit) had a flare for the dramatics. Rogue had to stop herself from grinning like a fool at the thought.

With him sitting there, the ocean and the twilight backdrop, every thing seemed magical to her. She slowed her pace and eventually came to a stop so she could study him. His red eyes were focused on the troubled sea, his elbows set on his knees with his hands clasped in front of him. He wore is shaggy brown hair down, dancing in the breeze. His pants were black and he had on an unbuttoned white shirt on and he was barefoot.

Remy looked like a pirate. 'A pirate that stole mah heart' Rogue thought to herself. But she knew the truth, her heart had always belonged to him. Probably since the first time they met. Sure, things didn't get off to a good start and there had been some major bumps along the way, but she always knew in her heart that they would find each other.

Finally, he turned to her. Remy's gaze stay on her for what seemed like an eternity before he jumped off the rock and started towards her. Rogue felt her heart start to beat faster and her stomach started to do flips the closer he came. Those eyes of his felt like they were staring into her soul, and she trembled. Not from the chill in the air, but from the intense look in his eyes.

'Hi there chere.' the sound of amusement was definitely in his voice.
'Hi Remy.' To Rogue, her voice sounded breathless.
'I've been lookin' for ya. I've been waitin for ya.'
'Ah know, Remy.' she answered

She took a tentative step toward him, closing the distance between them. He reached out and caught a look of her auburn-white streaked hair that had blown in front of her face and casually tucked it behind her ear. Looking deep into his eyes, she spoke the words from her heart.

'Remy, Ah love you. Ah've always have and always will.'

Closing her eyes, she leaned forward to kiss him. She wanted to feel his lips on hers again, it had been so long since she last felt his touch. After a few seconds, Rogue opens her eyes to notice that Remy has disappeared.

'Remy, where are you? Ah need you.......'
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Shooting straight up in bed, Rogue shakes her head to clear her jumbled thoughts. Placing her head in her hands, she thinks about the all to clear meaning of her dream. Lately, these dreams have been more frequent and Remy keeps disappearing sooner and sooner.

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she untangled her T-shirt from around her body. Turning toward the side of the bed, the clock stared back at her shouting it was 3:30 am. Coming to the conclusion that sleep would elude her for the rest of the night or morning, she grabbed the glass of water from the bedside table and walk to the balcony of her hotel room.

New Orleans was hot and muggy on this October night. The weather matched Rogue's mood: troubled. As the rain began to fall she was aware of the silent tears upon her face. She loved him, really loved him. Kind of hard to believe given the fact that she could not touch him and show him what he meant to her. But Remy tried to show her that, even without touch, that he could still love her. And what had she done? Each time she had turned away from him. There had been times when certain circumstances had led her to make that choice, but she was tired of running away from him, and the love that he had given to her.

Staring out into the night, Rogue wondered if she would be strong enough to face him.

'Remy, Ah need you. Where could ya possibly be?'