"Rogue! You forgive Remy, ne?" Remy ran up to her the moment she walked in the door.
"Remy," Storm said, irritated, "get out of the way."
"Oui, Stormy, oui. Roguey?"
"Don't whine, Remy. There ain't nothin ta fergive," Rogue smiled.
"Mais, oui," he disagreed. "You were right. Out of all of us, I should have told you da truth."
"Wrong, Gumbo, I shoulda," Logan came around the corner. "How you feelin', Darlin'?"
"Rested, ah guess," Rogue grinned over at Ororo, who blushed slightly, then coughed to cover a laugh. "Quite rested."
"Good. I think it's time you learned some truths. Hey, Cajun, go get some coffee."
"Remy is not your servant," Remy said haughtily.
"Grrrrrrrrr."
"With milk or cr�me? Sugar?" Remy ran off, laughing gaily.
Logan went into the living room, and sat down. He patted the seat next to him. "Sit, kid."
Rogue sat, looking perplexed. Looking at Ororo didn't help, as she didn't seem to know, either.
"She's had a couple flashes, Logan. Nothing that you'd call a real memory."
"I wouldn't expect her to. I think Irenie predicted this," he looked up at her.
"Destiny? "
"Yup. Raven told me when I went to confront her. We've... talked a lot lately, Ororo. She and I, we've known each other for a really long time. Which reminds me... RAVEN!" He yelled.
Rogue jumped.
"No need to bellow, Logan," Mystique walked in. "I was just about here anyway. Good afternoon, Ororo," she smiled, at the slightly stunned woman, then sat on the other side of Rogue.
"Ah ain't being double teamed here, am ah?" Rogue laughed.
"No, hon, you aren't. We decided it was time you learned about yourself."
"Caf�?" Remy brought in a tea cart, with fresh coffee and mugs. "Mystique."
"Allo, Remy. Comment �a va?"
"I am fine, merci. Why is she here?" He asked Logan.
"Because I asked her. Now, serve the coffee, and shut up."
"Quelle stupide idiot," Remy muttered as he poured coffee.
"I hear you, gumbo. Anyway, Rogue. We decided to give you your history, in brief."
"Really? No foolin'?"
"Really. Raven, take it away."
"Well, honey, 20 years ago, I was an operative in Germany. I took a trip to Canada, and met up with Logan there. We had already met from another mission. He was actually surprised to see me alive, ha ha," Mystique smiled, wryly.
"Creed was supposed've killed you."
"Anyway, he didn't have anything to do with what I was doing, I thought at the time. And, he suggested a bit of time. Alone."
"Raven, we're all adults here."
"Alright. Logan said he wanted to jump me, and would supply the hotel room."
Remy looked over, from where he was pouring a cup of coffee. His jaw dropped.
"Remy?" Storm murmured. "Remy? The cup is very full."
He looked down at the spilling coffee. "Oops."
"I got pregnant with this encounter, Rogue."
"Pregnant. You mean?"
"We're your real parents. Raven told me about 6 months ago."
"I decided to actually raise you. For the first 15 months, I had an adorable, happy little girl. Then, classic thing, I went into a grocery store. Turned my back for about 15 seconds, and you were taken. I didn't find you until you were 8. Do you want to hear any more?"
"Yes," Rogue nodded. "As much as you can tell me, up until today!"

"Ch�re?" Remy sat on the roof beside her. The shingles were still warm from the setting sun.
Rogue put her head on Remy's shoulder. His arm slipped around her.
"Ah'm fine," she smiled. "It's amazin', but ah feel better about all this. One of my best friends ends up my daddy. My foster mom is my real mom. So, they didn't tell me until now, but even if they had, I wouldn't have remembered.
"Ya know, Remy, this happinin' ta me isn't as bad as ah thought."
"Non, Ch�rie, it is not a bad ting at all. You leave behind a lot of pain and emotional baggage. All is left is happiness and hope."
"That's it. Ah don WANT all them mem'ries. Ah can make new mem'ries. Of my family, my friends.. of you..."
"Ch�rie, je suis... J'taime," he said softly, as sincerely as possible.
"Ah love you, too, Remy."
"I've got my problems, too, but I think I can overcome them. I want to be wit you, Roguey. Forever."
She sighed, and snuggled against him. "Ah think that accident may be the best thing that ever happened ta me. Free an clear, have a second chance."
"You deserve it. Ch�rie? May I ask you something?"
"Sure, sugah. You can ask anythin, but don't expect me to know the answer."
"I tink you'll know da answer. People might tell you different, but, I do love you, petite. I have trouble expressing my inner feelings. People, dey tink Remy is callous for dis. But Remy, he feels. And a lot for you. I told you about Bella, non?"
"Yes, yer wife," she said with the same cold tones she always used regarding her rival.
"Not anymore. I got de final divorce papers today." "Really?" She turned toward him.
He gazed at her, marveling at how the red of the setting sun lit a halation around her hair, picking out all the red highlights and making them gleam.
"Oui. I had to get da divorce. Otherwise, I could not give you dis."
Remy pulled out the small, green velvet box. He had bought it before the accident. When he had filed for divorce. He was going to give it to her when he got the papers. He did, and it was such a perfect time. A very romantic setting.
She gasped as he opened the box. The gold glinted in the sun, and the diamond glowed red.
"Will you do me the honour of marrying me, Rogue?" He asked quietly.
"Remy," she breathed.
He looked at her, letting the love and hope, and even the fear, show in his eyes. This was it.
"Yes, Remy, oh yes!"