A/N: Thank you all for your nice words!! I'm glad you enjoyed the first chapter. This second chapter is somewhat Remy's POV, although is not the same event. It was going to be a first, but then I felt it would be a little repetitive so as the title says it's about some past event from Remy's life where Rogue clearly is involved and somehow linked with the last chapter. I hope you like it.

Laceylou76, I loved the way you described it as 'heartbraking and lovely' certainly this was very painful for Rogue but what a best way to overcome the past ghosts than having Remy by her side, right? Not just Remy is able to get through her, she is able to do the same for him too, that's one of the many many things I love about this couple. tfobmv18 thanks for always being here, I'm glad to have you as one of my readers, hope you like Remy's chapter! AshmandaLC I'm sighing happily because of your words *blush*, there's a lot of details comics doesn't portray but those same gaps gives us endless possobilities to work with, the thing is their greatness Rogue and Remy are certainly one of the best couples ever. kvh502, what else can I say to you!! especially since your days at work are one of the reasons I did this LOL -hope you're having funnier days... yesterday I watched True Blood second season first episode and I'm so excited about it, I love Sookie and even when I like her relationship with Bill I found Eric just irresistible!! Ultimategammy91, I got rid of that extra 'd' LOL thanks for pointing that out, so are you planning to do another part of Rain yay!! I might keep nagging you to encourage you again!! luv ya girl! airo25, truth to be told I kind of follow your idea since I noticed you did the same with Whispers, so I thought it was a pretty good way to deal with the writer's block while giving other ideas their chance, yup I was inspired by you too! spriterx, thanks I'm glad you enjoyed it and I hope you like this one as well, thanks for sticking with it! Thank you all, I love you people, cyber cinammon buns for you all :D

For Kate, and the -hopefully funny- work days ahead ;)

Warning: pure romyness

Disclaimer: NO I don't own the X-men nor the song mentioned here!!

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Remy took the paper Kitty handled him and read the obituary. His red on black eyes sparkled while his thin lips whispered something. Kitty watched in silence giving him a moment to deal with it, but before she could say anything else, he cut her off and disappeared behind his bedroom curtains. In a flash, Remy entered Rogue's room, but the beautiful green-eyed girl wasn't there. She was gone. A deep sigh escaped his lips and he ran towards the garage, Rogue must be devastated and he had to be by her side.

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A few hours later Remy stopped at a gas station to fill up his bike, and second-guessed himself. Was he doing the right thing? He knew Rogue could take care of herself, and that she hated to be seen as the damsel in distress, unable to control her powers and therefore feelings. Yes, he knew her better than that and despite her stubbornness and the way she had left without telling him about Cody's death he knew he had to be with her. There had been moments when Remy had stayed away, giving his girl the space she liked and needed but this was different; even though they had talked about their troubled pasts and agreed that them didn't matter, this time was different, this time it did matter. Remy refused to give up, Rogue was his life, the girl who had saved him from his own trouble past months ago. It was his time now. Remy was going to be there for her, to help her overcome the haunts of her past, just as she had done before.

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The young man ran desperately through the bayou area, it was a dark night and the moon was hiding behind a pair of huge grey clouds, normally in a night like this he would feel safe, even protected -after all he was a thief- but not today, not with a pair of assassins on his heels. He was tired and gasping for air, trying to cover his tracks the best he could, of course he was well trained but so were they. He could hear their steps right behind him as their feet crashed the fallen tree leaves, so he held on the pain and hastened up in an attempt to leave them behind.

The guy was Remy LeBeau, the 21 years old heir of the New Orleans Thieves Guild. A red on black eyed mutant better known as Gambit with the ability to tap into the potential energy contained within an object and transform it into kinetic energy upon touching it. People could say he had a deadly touch. True or false he had just kill one man, his supposed to be brother in law, Julien Boudreaux and thus he was running for his life. He was badly injured, his left shoulder bleeding for the only shot assassins hit on him. Finally he reached the river -it was now or never- he considered his chances, get into the water and maybe drown or stay on the ground and get killed by his persecutors... none. He had to make it; he couldn't just die there, not like this, not without seeing her again.

"Merde, t'ink Remy, t'ink" he said to himself as something caught his eye. It was an old metal barrel, "Parfait" he smirked.

He took the barrel and threw it into the water, trying to get the best splash from it; then using all his strength he climbed a tree and waited. Just as he expected the assassins who had been chasing him stood in front of the river, believing he'd just dove in. When the men finally walked away Remy waited for a while to get off the branch, just to be sure it was safe, but also to rest a little and get his strength back. He rested his head on the tree trunk and closed his eyes his mind traveling instantly to the only person he was dying to see. The girl who was the reason of his escape and who's face he hadn't being able to erase from his thoughts in the past months, especially her beautiful sparkling emerald green eyes.

"What have y' done to moi Rogue..." he whispered.

Remy made a huge effort to come down from the tree, the pain on his shoulder was killing him, not to mention the bruises around his entire body, in fact he was lucky to be alive. He walked aimlessly for several minutes before he finally reached the railway and spotted a train passing by. With his final strength he jumped into a boxcar, he wasn't sure where the train was going but was eager to leave the city, anyplace was better than this. Remy curled up in a corner; he was going back to Bayville, and the green-eyed X-girl, Rogue.

The bustle of the train made his entire body ache again, he tried to sleep but it was impossible, and he found himself thinking about all the things he'd been through. The reason why he was all injured and traveling as a stowaway in a boxcar, forced into exile from his family and the Thieves Guild, un-welcomed at New Orleans, and clinging to one last hope, Rogue. He should have listened her and accepted the offer she made him once. Became an X-man to run away of all these shit the Guild's issues had became. Jean-Luc, Marius, Belle, all that damn arranged marriage he never liked, he was going to miss Henri, though, the only person who seemed to care about him. Since the beginning Remy knew that marriage wasn't the solution but his father didn't listen.

Once he rescued Jean-Luc and the X-men left, his father had brought out the alliance marriage subject again, much to Remy's distaste, clearly Jean-Luc hadn't changed a bit. Anyhow, after he refused to marry Belle, the entire Assassins Guild, and especially her brother Julien, took his decision as an insult and asked Jean-Luc to force him into the marriage or they would kill him. So, worried about his son's life, but mostly his own guild, Jean-Luc tried to convince him. Remy didn't acceded and his father was forced to ask him to leave the city, even exiling him from the Thieves Guild. But that hadn't been enough for the Assassins, somehow they knew about his plans and intercepted him at the Bayou, eight against one. Remy wasn't prepared for an attack and the Assassins beat him up, even so Remy managed to beat down six of them, after all he was a trained thief and a powerful mutant. The other two had been the ones who chased him down the river and put a bullet in his left arm.

Feeling drowsy and exhaust, Remy wondered how the Assassins had fond out about his leave. The fact that nobody knew about it made him wonder, the only one who knew about it was his father, Jean-Luc had betrayed him. Remy cursed his father and the entire Thieves Guild, he had never cared about him, it had been his powers what led him to take him as his son. He was a fool, he'd tried to walked away from that life once, and still he'd came back for him... his father, and even when nothing has changed between them he stayed with him instead of going with her. And so, now here he was, extremely bad injured, abandoned and betrayed by his own 'family' and leaving New Orleans, the city he used to call home, but with one thing clear on his mind, Rogue and his urgent need of her.

I've been travelin' on this road too long
Just tryin' to find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone
Dead and gone
And oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long
Just tryin' to find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone
Dead and gone

At some point Remy finally fell asleep; when he woke up the sunlight was filling the boxcar. He step off the still moving train and walked towards the little village next to the railroad track where he 'borrowed' a couple of twenties from a guy at the gas station and bought a bus ticket to New York, in a few hours he would be finally there. Wrapped on his own trench coat and avoiding any kind of eye contact he walked away the ticket office, an injured red on black eyed man wasn't that common and the last thing he wanted was issues with the police of a small town, if mutants were feared in big cities such as New York, God knows what could happen in a little place like this.

With the ticket on his pocket, he bought some food, a coke and a pair of aspirins and sat down on a wooden bench far away from all the movement. The dry blood covering his body was well hidden by his trench coat so he took the aspirins, and letting out a deep breath he tried to relax. Truth was he wasn't nervous because of his look or the chances of attract someone's attention, he was nervous because of the green-eyed girl. Why was he feeling that way? No, he wasn't feeling anything was he? Was it fear, excitement maybe? No way, he was the 'always calmed' Remy LeBeau. He'd been with so many girls before, seeing them falling in love with him, many of them even being nothing more than a one nightstand. He had never had feelings like the feelings he was having before, not for anyone, not even Bella, and feeling them for the first time made him insecure, nervous, and to be honest, scared.

Rogue was definitely the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She was beautiful in every sense of the word. Beautiful in a very unique way, green emerald eyes, auburn white striped hair and that perfect body always covered. Remy was sure Rogue was a shy and fragile girl hiding behind a wall of tough and rude manners. He'd seen her for weeks before he kidnapped her, studied every single movement, every face, every word she said and the ones she didn't. He'd heard her crying at night and noticed the sad look on her face every time that Scott Summers hugged and kissed his red-haired girlfriend; the disappointment in her eyes when her teammates and friends avoided her and the sad smile that covered her face every night before she went to sleep when she stood by her mirror staring at her reflection without the layers of clothes she wore during the day.

"Mon Dieu chère, tu es très magnifique," Remy sighed.

Tired but clinging to his last hope, Remy LeBeau light on a cigarette and waited for his train.

No more stress, now I'm straight
Now I get it, now I take time to think
Before I make mistakes just for my family stake
That part of me left yesterday
The heart of me is strong today
No regrets I'm blessed to say the old me dead and gone away

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It was a dark night, and the mansion was pretty quiet since everybody had. Everyone but her; the young girl was sitting on her bed enjoying the peaceful silence of the night. Lying there she couldn't help but think about the red on black eyed thief, a sigh escaped her lips as her hand twisted the card she was holding, the Queen of Hearts, "my lucky lady" she could hear his thick Cajun accented voice inside her head. If he was so attracted to her, if he cared that much about her, then why hadn't he come back? He'd promised. Rogue sighed again as a shinny tear ran down her cheek. She'd been a fool for believing his words; for God's sake he was a thief and a former Acolyte, probably already married to that assassin girl he'd once mentioned.

A gust of wind entered her room and Rogue came back to reality, it was beginning to chill and she thought it was time to close her window doors. She stepped into her balcony and despite it was a cold night she decided to keep it open. Rogue hated to admit it but the reason for keeping it that way was Remy LeBeau and her inner desire to see him again. Rogue had always been a loner, not because she wanted it, but because it was easier that way; she liked the Institute and her teammates but no matter how hard she tried to ignore it there was always some kind of rejection towards her. She didn't blame them, though, after all her skin was like poison, one touch and they could end up in a coma or worst. Even Logan took his security measures around her; it had always been like that, until she met Gambit.

For some reason Remy LeBeau didn't seem to be afraid of her. In fact, during the time they had spent together in New Orleans he'd treated her like a normal person, touching her covered body with a naturally, anyone before him did, not even Logan or the Professor. That little detail made her feel comfortable around him, by doing that Remy had been capable of make her feel good with herself and that's why she missed him, at least one of the reasons. He might be a thief, a liar, a deceitful Cajun, but a part of her knew that there was more in him. That one time in New Orleans as they rescued his father, she could notice the fear in his eyes, his loneliness behind his suave façade. Rogue sighed, she missed him and she wanted, more than anything, to see him again.

Rogue shook her head in denial. It was too late and it was too cold, it had been more than eight months since that night in the Bayou, the night she saw him walking away with his father. He had grabbed her hand for an instant, forcing her to meet his eyes one last time and as he whispered those words in her ear he'd slipped the Queen of Hearts into her gloved hand before turning his back on hers and walk away with his father. No one had noticed it, all X-men already walking towards the X-jet, no one had seen or heard a thing.

"Carry it et t'ink of moi in dose times we aren' together... t'ough I hope dose are few."

Rogue smiled as his words echoed in her mind. She really wanted to believe it, to believe his words, to believe in him. It had meant something, she was sure. Her entire being was screaming his name but all she could do was cling to the sincerity behind his words, to believe in faith.

Just when she was about to close her window doors a gentle hand grabbed her by the wrist and stopped her. Shocked, Rogue looked up to meet the face of Remy LeBeau, smiling warmly down at her despite the bruises that were covering it. Rogue stifled a scream as her green eyes widened at the sight of the man she'd long waited. Remy put a finger on her lips to shut her up as he reached forward and placed a gentle and soft kiss on her forehead.

Still startled, Rogue looked up at him. "Ah didn't even hear you coming up."

"Was de idea," Remy said without losing his grip on her. "I'm a t'ief."

"Remy..." Rogue said noticing his injuries. "What happened? Mah Gawd yah're hurt!" she brushed her gloved hand across his injured face and looked at him deep in his eyes.

Remy placed his hand over hers, and smiled. "Sorry I'm late... it took moi forever to get here." He spoke gently and Rogue closed her eyes enraptured by the sound of his voice.

She knew what he meant. "Ah'm glad yah're here," she smiled back, eyes still closed. "Thought yah would never make it."

"Should know moi better dan dat chère."

"And now what?" Rogue said shyly, reluctant to ask him that question. "What will yah do now?"

"Stay where I belong ma belle... at y'r side."

"Ah could not ask for anything more," Rogue smiled back at him, rising up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck, fixing her sparkling emerald green eyes on his velvety red on black ones.

"Neither do I."

And Remy LeBeau, the gambler thief wasn't lying. Not this time. He was more than prepared to do anything as long as she was with him. They stay like that for a while, silently just holding on to one another. Rogue's head nestled on Remy's neck.

"Ah think Ah love you, Remy LeBeau," Rogue admitted, her voice barely audible, almost a whisper.

"Je t'aime aussi chère."Remy whispered in her hair as he wrapped his arms tight around her waist, pulling her body closer to his.

I've been travelin' on this road too long
Just tryin' to find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone
Dead and gone
And oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long
Just tryin' to find my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone
Dead and gone, dead and

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Remy saw Rogue leaning against a big oak tree. The moment his eyes caught her curled auburn white-stripped hair waving in the wind all sense and all doubt wiped clean away. He could see her body shivering and heard the sobs. It killed him to see her like that. He approached her and gently brushed her cheek, wiping away her tears with his thumb. Startled Rogue looked up to see his face and despite all the pain the hurt on her face was causing him, he smiled warmly at her. The rings under her eyes, the look of pain on her face… those demons, the demons of her past were haunting her again. Remy had never cared for a girl the way he cared about Rogue before. He wanted to protect her, to take the pain away for her, but above all to be there with her, for her, in every sense and forever.

Closing the space between them, Remy sat down next to her, before saying a word he gently caressed her cheek. For a brief moment no words were needed, he was here for her and she was more than glad. "I'm always goin' to be by y'r side chère... where I belong," Remy thought to himself before Rogue finally broke the silence.

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Quotes:
"Carry it and think of me in those times we aren't together - though Ah hope those're few."
Uncanny X-Men #350
-Rogue and Gambit, as she hands him a playing card- clearly I made Remy said this instead of Rogue.

Song:
"Dead and Gone" by T.I. ft. Justin Timberlake