SEQUEL TIME! I know, I said I'd start later, but I'm really excited about it! No lie. I love to write action and drama and romance, and this is a combination of all three! WOO! Ok, so it's starting off…Here we go! I present you with Chapter 1 of For What It's Worth II: It Was Worth All The While

Disclaimer: I think the world is full of enough fakes, so I'll be real and admit I don't own

They Say Time Heals…

Kitty jumped out of her bed and ran to her calendar. Was today the day? After all these weeks was it finally the day? She opened her eyes slowly, as if afraid if she opened them too fast the date would change. Then she saw it. It was June! It was over!

She ran to Rogue's bed and jumped on her roommate.

Rogue woke with a start, "Are we being attacked?" she asked groggily as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

"No, silly," Kitty said in her 'happy' voice, "Three months is up! We're officially free!"

Kitty jumped off Rogue's bed and turned back around to see that Rogue wasn't beaming at their newly discovered freedom. In fact, Rogue looked the same as she had for the past three months. Kitty had summed it up to the recent break-up of her and her boyfriend at first. But when Rogue never got better, she assumed it was the fact that school, the mansion, and the danger room was all she saw, not to mention she no longer had control over her powers.

Now she wasn't so sure of her assumptions.

"Rogue," Kitty asked, her smile slowly fading, "are you alright?"

Rogue looked around the room vaguely at first like she had heard the voice come from a far off distance, then she turned to Kitty and managed a smile filled with an awkward pain she tried so desperately to hide, "Ah'm fahne Kit. Why don't cha go celebrate?"

Kitty nodded slowly then started for the door. Her hand hovered over the doorknob for a millisecond before she turned around to face Rogue.

"Is it Remy?" she asked carefully.

Rogue stared at Kitty, but to Kitty, it felt as though she were staring right past her and into the memories Rogue had of long ago and far away.

"Nah," she said finally, "jus' not used ta it, ya know?"

Kitty nodded, although she didn't really know, "If you like need anything," she said, "just like let me know."

Rogue nodded and watched Kitty walk out the door. She didn't get out of bed right away. As a matter of fact, she didn't fall back asleep either. She stayed in bed and thought about all of things that had happened recently.

She had been to New Orleans, and that in itself was an adventure, let alone saving Remy and kicking the blonde's butt. But there was something that tugged on her heart and nagged at her mind.

She had broken up with him. She had told him she was tired of his lies and she wasn't going to take it anymore. It had been hard enough, but the reemergence of her powers had not helped.

No, things were not looking up for her.

"Startin' from scratch is always fun," she told herself as she finally got out of bed at around noon.

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Remy sat on the tree branch and pulled the cigarette away from his lips. He had stopped smoking for her…"You're gonna get cancer!"…but ever since she had left he felt the need for nicotine over take him.

He hated her, but in all honesty, he hated himself.

He hated the way she made him feel, like love was real and there would be no turning back for them. As if all was always fine and nothing ever went wrong in their own little dream land.

And he hated himself for forcing them both to wake up. Why did it have to be his mistakes that knocked both of them off their high pedestal? He brought them crashing down to earth with no support or soft spot to land in. It was his own fault his insides wanted to burst with every puff of smoke he'd blow out, every drink that burned down his throat, and every tear that refused to drop from his eye because he was a "man".

And more importantly it was his fault she was hurting. He could tell she tried to hide it. She hid behind smiles and laughs and long sleeve T-shirts in the middle of summer. But he could see past it with one glance from his demonic eyes. He could see the pain he had caused her. He could tell she tried to stop tears, and he could tell that all the bottled up feelings within her made her want to scream.

It was his fault. And there was nothing he could do about it. He had tried to make everything better by apologizing. But she would have none of it. She had made up her mind a long time ago.

He sighed. Why did he have to be the one?

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Kitty went back to her room for a quick change of clothes to go out in. She noticed Rogue was barely starting to get dressed.

Kitty sighed. She hated seeing her friend like this, "Do you wanna like come with me and Pete, Rogue?"

Rogue turned around, obviously unaware to the other girl's presence moments before, "Nah. Ah'll jus' hang out here."

"But, Rogue," Kitty started.

"Stop," Rogue said as she held out a gloved hand, "Jus' go an' have fun an' tell me 'bout it later."

Kitty nodded, looked in the mirror really quick, and walked out the door.

Piotr was waiting for her out in the hallway. He wrapped his arm around her waist and the two began walking down the hall.

"How is she doing?" he asked.

Kitty shook her head and glanced back at her closed door. She knew Rogue was behind it doing something along the lines of nothing.

"Not good," she said, "I just don't understand it, I mean…even I've lost faith in them."

Piotr looked down at Kitty, "What do you mean?"

Kitty sighed and continued looking back ever so slightly as she said, "It's just…I thought they like would be back together by now. And Rogue just can't get over it."

Piotr looked straight ahead when he said, "She just needs more time."

Kitty looked up at Piotr with big brown eyes and said, "She's had enough time."

The two walked out onto the grounds and sat on the bench beneath a tree, "Why did they break up in the first place?"

Kitty looked at the sky; she had never really asked.

"Like, I don't even know," she said, "I just know Rogue got to the mansion, she and Remy talked, and then, like, they weren't together anymore. I never thought to ask, seeing as like, it wasn't my business."

Piotr nodded his head slowly; he had not after all asked Remy either.

"I just wish, like there was something I could do."

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Remy sat at the table in the kitchen. His watch claimed the time was three am, the witching hour. His mind told him it was drinking time.

The bottle of bourbon stayed close by at this time, his shot glass always full. He was drunk. He knew it. He was never one of those drunks who didn't know what was going on. No, he was perfectly aware of his surroundings.

He was also perfectly aware of the new presence in the kitchen. He could sense her a mile away. And the white hair gave her away instantly.

"You're going to drink yourself to death, Remy," Ororo said as she attempted to take away the bourbon by his glass.

He swatted away her hand and said bitterly, "'Den let moi. 'Tis no' like I got much ta live fo' anyway."

Ororo put her hands on her hips. She had watched Remy deteriorate from afar since he had gotten back from his old home, and she would not sit idly by as he continued down his road of self-destruction.

"How can you even say that, Remy?" she asked.

"Simple," he said as he shot another glass down his throat and began to refill it, "I form de words, and den I say 'em."

"Remy," Ororo said as she sat down, "I was your father's friend…"

"Ain't got a father," Remy interrupted, once again pouring another shot.

"Then I'm your friend," she said with a slight hint of anger in her voice, "and I'm tired of watching you die a little inside everyday."

Remy looked up from his glass, "I'm still alive."

"Just barely," Ororo countered, "You can pretend you don't care, and you can pretend you aren't hurting like hell, but I can see past you! You think I don't care?"

"Don' see why ya should," Remy answered.

Ororo stood up, "Look, I'm sorry about what happened, Remy, really, I am…But you can't let it destroy your life…Wishing for the past to change, won't make the future any better."

She left on that note. Remy glanced at his watch. She had managed to kill a good ten minutes.

Wishing…he thought, if only it were that easy.

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I'm going to end the first chapter here. Yeah I know it's short, but it is only chapter one. I'm hoping to get it really moving...keep in mind I do have other fics to attend to. Tell me what you all think. All comments, questions, and suggestions for future chapters and how to improve my writing are all welcomed through reviews. Till then, this is MisfitGirl13…signing off.