X-Mansion
Remy LeBeau tapped lightly on the door to Rogue's room. "Chere?" he said softly.
When he got no answer he slowly opened the door and looked at the bed to see if she was a sleep. She wasn't in it and her stuffed animals were set up neatly by the headboard. A clear indication that she hadn't slept in it that night. Remy pushed the door open further and looked around. She wasn't anywhere in the room. The window, however, was open. He walked over to it and looked out and then up. De roof! It be her favorite spot. Remy stood on the windowsill and grabbed a hold of the drainpipe. He carefully climbed his way up it.
Sure enough there Rogue was. She sat near the edge, her knees drawn to her chest, hands wrapped tightly around them. "Chere?" Remy walked towards her.
Rogue turned and looked up at him, tears clouding her emerald eyes. Remy was about to reach out for her but thought better of it. He wasn't wearing any gloves. So he sat down next to her. "Chere what's wrong?"
"Ah don't know . . ." Her eyes closed. "Ah had a horrible dream earlier . . . somethin' about mah past an' . . . an' Ah can't 'member what it was about."
"Chere it's okay--"
"Ya don't understand." She turned away from him.
"Don't understand. Chere, dis be me, Remy y'talkin' ta. I not member t'ings 'bout m'past either."
"But do ya'll have someone who knows everythin' that happened ta ya and won't tell ya. Momma knows eyerythin' Remy an' she won't tell me anythin'. It ain't fair."
"It never is Rogue," Remy whispered.
"Ah know," Rogue looked over at him. "Are ya okay? Storm told me what happened ta Haley. What Sinister made Vivien do."
Remy looked up at the dark sky. "I want t'find him an' tear his heart out--dat if he has one. He's takin' ev'ryt'ing from me dat I ever cared for." He looked back at Rogue. "Well almost ev'ryt'ing."
Rogue gave him a smile and then blinked at the sudden droplet of rain. "We better get inside chere."
She nodded and stood up, floating above the roof. "Ya want some help down sugah?"
Remy nodded and Rogue picked him up by the armpits and lowered the two down to the front door of the mansion. Rogue went to open the door but Remy stopped her. "Rogue if y'ever need someone t'talk t'come t'me," he said gently. "An' can we talk somewhere else besides dat roof. T'ink I pulled somet'in' dis time." Rogue couldn't help but laugh. "Kidin' aside though chere, promise me you'll come t'me if y'need t'talk."
"I'll try Remy," Rogue whispered.
Xavier's Study
Mary Carleton's hands shook slightly as she sipped at the cup of tea. "I still can not believe it Charles. My baby, I saw her. She's alive . . . that means that there's still hope that you can find her bring her back to me." Her hands clasped tightly around the cup. As she looked up at Professor Xavier a ray of happiness brightened her eyes. "My baby's alive Charles. That's all I care about."
Xavier closed his eyes. He'd had many colleagues of his die over the years, many of his students too but as his eyes open to look up at Mary Carleton he has no idea of how to tell her about her daughter.
"Charles . . .Charles what is wrong?"
"We found Haley," he whispered.
"Where? How is she?"
"Mary . . . she's . . . she's dead."
Mary's eyes grew wide in disbelief. The cup of tea crashed to the floor as her hands grabbed the arms of the chair. "No . . .you're lying."
"Mary--"
She rose from the seat her face white. "My baby is alive . . ." She walked towards the door.
It opened and Bobby Drake's head popped in. "Beast had some questions on the Carleton gir--oh, sorry, I didn't know you had company."
Mary ran out of the room and towards the front door. "Sir?"
"Tell Beast I'll be there in a couple of minutes."
"Yes sir." The door closed and Xavier closed his eyes trying to fight back tears.
Caldecott, Mississippi
Rachel Myers swept the food and trash from the floor of the small diner. Her husband--god rest his soul--and her had owned the place for over forty years. She knew everyone in the town. Yet, she was amazed when she saw a man walk into the diner. Most folks who left never came back, especially when they got a big job in the city.
"Why if'n it ain't lil' Sammy Parker. How is it bein' a big city lawyer in ol' Las Angeles?"