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I DON'T REMEMBER -- Part Three

Vicki Lew
June 1997



My fingers slipped weakly from their grasp on the doorknob.

'Oh no.'

Ah stared through the tiny window in the door; not darin' to believe what
ah was seein'. Remy and this girl, kissin'. Ah wish it was me who found
him, and not some woman that he could touch and fall in love with easily.
Ah wish ah could be the one to give him all the lovin' that he needs.

But it's not gonna happen, and ah know it.

"I suppose Rogue is already there; the sonic boom she caused nearly
shattered the windows in the mansion!" Storm mused.

"I can't believe it. He's been in fights with Magneto and the sorts, and
what takes him out? A stupid car!!" Wolverine was growlin' away to his
heart's content further down the corridor.

Sullenly lookin' back into the window again, ah saw Remy holdin' the woman
tight...Ah bit my lip and left before the others arrived.


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Jenny Owens gaped at the size of the front porch.

"Oh--my--God!!" she gushed. "Look at the size of this place!"

She lugged her bulky haversack, filled with what few things she had managed
to salvage from the burnt remains of her home, in through the front doors
and gaped again.

Storm and Wolverine exchanged amused glances.

"This is where you'll be staying, Jenny. You might have to learn to stop
gaping like that," Storm laughed.

Running her hand on the polished wood bannister, Jenny let her eyes soak in
the plush furniture and the spaciousness of the hall. "Wow," was the only
other thing she could say besides "Oh my God" for now.

Storm turned to look at Gambit. He stood there, looking so confused as he
tried to recall his life with these X-men. They had given him a shock when
they
arrived at the hospital to collect him; he never suspected that he was a
big-league
hero.

"Dieu. So dis is how superheroes live?"

"The Professor will be helping you with your therapy, Remy. Remember, we
are your friends, do not feel out of place here," Putting an arm around
him, Storm brought Remy and Jenny up to their respective rooms.

Logan stood in front of the main doors, hands on his hips as he sensed her
distress. Could've explained why Rogue wasn't anywhere in sight while they
were at
the hospital. The stocky man jogged up the stairs silently and walked
towards Rogue's door.

"Hey kid?" Logan spoke softly as he rapped on her door. "Ya okay?"

"Ah'm fine," came the muffled reply.

"Ya wanna talk?"

"No, Logan. Ah'm fine; ain't no need t'talk,"

He stood there for a little while longer before walking off, he suspected
that Rogue had some feelings to sort out.


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To Jean Grey-Summers, Rogue was frighteningly quiet tonight. She watched
with her intent emerald eyes as the younger X-woman poked at the peas on
her dinner plate, seemingly in deep thought.

Even earlier, when she had re-intoduced Gambit to the other X-men, Rogue
had been jumpy and anxious to do the introductions herself instead of
letting Jean do the talking. And there was a very peculiar selection of
words, almost detached and cold. Totally unlike Rogue, considering how
worried she'd been when Gambit had gone missing.

'What's wrong, Jean? Has Rogue grown two heads or something?' Her husband
relayed through their psi-link. She laughed silently. 'You've been
observing throughout
dinner,'

Popping a piece of chicken into her mouth, Jean continued behaving as if
nothing was happening. 'She's radiating a whole load of insecure thoughts
and emotions, and she doesn't know it; I'm having trouble holding them
off!'

Scott gave her knee a gentle squeeze.

'Maybe she's feeling awkward with Jenny around,'

They let the matter drop. After all, it was Rogue's personal business.

"Mmm-mm! This chicken is good! Who did this? I want that recipe!" Jenny
jokingly demanded.

Storm looked up from her plate and smiled. "Our chef for tonight would be
Rogue,"

The latter smiled weakly and said, "Ah just thought ah'd roast the chicken
instead o' fryin' it this time round. Glad ya like it, Jenny,"

"You gotta tell me how you do it, Rogue! My dad'll love it!"

"Anytime at all, Jen." The weak smile again. "Maybe tomorrow?"

Jenny nodded her head enthusiastically. Then she noticed that Remy had
hardly touched his food. "Remy, why aren't you eating?"

He still hadn't gotten used to his name yet, but he managed to reply,
"Ain't really hungry. Sorry, no offense,"

"You gotta eat, Remy! You just recovered, you need all the food you can
get!" With that, Jenny fed him some chicken and giggled. He gazed at her
and smiled.

There was a clashing of a fork against china as Rogue stood up slowly and
began to clear her plate. "Ah'm really tired, y'all. Ah think ah'll take a
nice, hot bath and turn in early tonight," She glanced at Remy.
"Goodnight!"

As the other X-men chimed in their goodnights to Rogue, Remy couldn't help
but stare after her.



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She sobbed into her pillow; her body curled up in a fetal position.

It was just too much to take. Seeing Jenny and Remy develop a special
relationship
plunged a knife into her heart, but the worst part was that she had to let
it happen.
Remy didn't remember her, or any part of his life before the accident. It
had to stay that way, so that he could be free of the secrets that bound
him down, and start a new life.

Rogue closed her eyes and realized for sure what she had to do. It was for
the best, but it hurt like hell.


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To be continued...

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