DISCLAIMER: Gambit, Rogue, Xavier, ect.... are not mine. They belong to Marvel, except for Robin, she's mine, mine. mine.  And a big thank you goes out to Kaleidopy for the title!! *hugs*  Thank your lucky stars people.. this story use to be called Story #2!  HOW BAD IS THAT!? ICK!  Well enjoy, and keep in mind this story was written slowly as I learned to write... farther you go the better you can see that my writing changed.

Reunion

Part 2

Christine Demerath

Two day have gone by, they have both been hard, but they have managed. They are slowly getting back on their feet and are feeling better. They are laughing and smiling once more, for the X-Men were never known to stay down for long.

"Scott, I'm starting to worry about the Professor."

"I know what you mean, honey, but he did lose his powers. And with all that's happened to him what do you expect?" Scott lay in bed his arm around Jean.

"There is something else, I mean he ... I don't know, but I do know that he is different. I'm worried about him, Scott," she snuggles against his chest.

"So am I, but we can discuss this later." He kisses her on the forehead, "Let's go down to breakfast."

"Let's not," she purred in his ear.

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The breakfast was ready, the paper and dishes were placed on the table. As each person walked in their face lit up. Some one had made breakfast and it was delicious. No one suspected one red-eye culprit and a men with a nose to make something this good that didn't have any hot spices in it and had not blown up the kitchen. But the meal was enjoyed none the less. They all tried to figure out who had made the meal and after a while of debating they came up with an idea. Scott and Jean where the last to come to breakfast and everyone knew what they were doing. The walls were very thin, though they still thought that the couple had made the breakfast before.

"What time did you two love birds get up and make this wonderful breakfast?" Hank grinned.

"What are you talking about we didn't make it," Scott looked confusingly at his friend.

"Well, it wasn't any of us," Bobby looked around the kitchen table. The heads around the table shook there head in agreement. Hank was seated next to Bobby and Bishop on the other side. Next to Bishop was Rogue, followed by Joseph, Magneto's body. Proseated by four empty seats, Ororo, Quicksilver, Sam, and at the head of the table the Professor. Logan and Remy where over by the contour where they had been ever sense they had reentered the room. Finally they had noticed the wide-ass grin on Remy's face as they turned to see him and Logan by the coffee maker.

"What?" Remy asked.

"You two made breakfast?"

"Yep," Logan replied.

"Wow," Bobby gawked.

"Zip it, kid. It's not like we've never cooked before. Now, you cooking that would be dangerous," Logan looked at Bobby. Scott and Jean took their seats, next, to Joseph, now at the end of the table, and start to eat. While Remy sat next to Ororo and Logan sat next to Scott. They chat began again as they did. Some just enjoy joking around, while others talk about more serious things, or maybe even the weather.

"So, Pietro have you thought about staying? You and Luna are welcome anytime," Storm asked.

"I'm not sure, yet. I don't know if it would been in the best interest for Luna," he sighed.

"We understand," she smiled back at him.

Remy had made it a point to sit directly across the table from Rogue. Now he took the opportunity to smile at her. She turned away from his glance and his smile faded away. He then thought it wise to leave.

"If ya'll excuse` mio, I have a few things to do," he stood and walk out of the house. There had been no anger in his voice, only sadness and disappointment.

"Remy?" Ororo called after him. He didn't hear her, even if he had he was to deep in thought to care.

"Don't worry, darling, he'll be back in a bit," Logan looked away from the door and at Ororo. She nodded in agreement. "Anyone what more?" There were a few yes's and a few no's. "We'll then get up and get it yourself," he tried to lighten the others up. They spent the next half-hour laughing together, trying to forget the last few days. The only one not laughing in the room was Charles, only smiling occasionally.

"What's up, Chuck? You haven't hardly said a thing this mornin`," Logan pointed out.

"I'm tried that's all, thank you," he replied. Logan didn't believe him, but decided against confronting him.

"We better get into town, we still have to pick up the groceries," Bishop broke the silence.

"Who's turn is it, anyhow?" Bobby questioned.

"Gambit, Bishop, Rogue, Logan, and me," Scott informed Bobby Drake, aka Iceman.

"May I come, sir?"

"Sure, Sam."

"Thank you, sir!"

"Stop callin` him sir, hayseed."

"Yes, sir."

"Don't call me sir, either," Logan sighed hopelessly. "I don't think the Cajun will be joining you." At that point in time Remy pokes his head in the room and slides his body up a to a standing postion halfway behind th open door.

"What about me?"

"You heard what I said."  Logan knew

"Yeah, maybe I did, but you're wrong I'm going. I'll be waiting outside," with that he walked out the door, once more. Logan looked over to Rogue to she how she was holding up. He knows they love one another, but more importantly he knows they need each other. He has seen the same love with Scott/Jean and himself/Mariko. He knows that Rogue is blinded by hurt and fear so she pushes him away. He sympathies with Remy and wish to help, but can't. The two will have to deal it out themselves, but by then it might be to late.

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Five minutes later Remy was still sitting outside, while the other X-Men were in the boathouse. As he took the last puff on his cigarette and tosses to the ground the others going to the store came out. He turned and walked over to the van.

"Sorry, Logan," he said it low enough for Logan to hear, but no one else. In reply he nodded and jumped in the van. Remy smiled, but Logan knew he was just trying to hide how he felt. And trying to protect himself.