And here it is! Sorry about the wait - I was unsure how to handle the drama between the other couples. I have a preference and I went with it - hope you all enjoy it. And of course, we'll see Romy's ending. Thanks to all the reviewers! You really made it worth writing!

And, sadly, I still don't own these characters.

When the team returned, it was only hours before Jean decided that she was leaving the institute indefinitely. Between hurting her best friend by sleeping with her boyfriend, cheating on her own husband, and finding out that not only did her husband cheat on her, but loved the other woman, it became too much. Jean had always had an easy life – supportive parents, successful in school and her career. This train wreck was not something she knew how to handle, so she decided it was easier to go – at least until the drama died down.

When she told Scott she was leaving, he immediately begged her to stay – saying they would work it out. She didn't have to read his mind to know that his feelings for Emma were real, and that he was only willing to work on this because he wanted to do what was right – what was expected. Although Jean and Scott's care for each other was real, it was a relationship of convenience. It was what everyone expected of them, like a relationship between the quarterback and the head cheerleader. It was not a relationship of passion and need. Passion was what Scott had with Emma. Need was what Jean felt so strongly with Logan. When she began to pack, Scott left, claiming to be unable to watch. It was only a few minutes before she found Logan at her door.

"You're taking my move, Red," he said with sadness in his eyes. Jean smiled weakly. She knew that Logan would never ask her to stay. No one understood the need to run away like him.

"Do me a favor," she said, pulling a letter out of her dresser and handing it to him, "sneak this to Ororo some time after I leave. I owe her an explanation."

"You're not a bad friend, Jeanie. This became something bigger than either of us expected it would."

"I'm a coward, Logan. I can't even tell my best friend that I'm sorry to her face," she sighed, avoiding his eyes. "I just… think I've caused enough hurt for now."

"You ever gonna come back to us?"

"Don't you always come back, Logan?" For the first time in days she gave him a real smile, and lifted her bag. She snuck out so that she wouldn't have to face the questions from the students as to why she was going. She had kept her conversation with the Professor short and telepathic. He didn't try to change her mind, just noted that perhaps the Wolverine had rubbed off on her more than she realized.

The next few days in the mansion were strained. Logan and Ororo, although no longer dating, kept civil for the sake of their friends. Logan knew that one day they could be friends again. Ororo was sometimes too understanding for her own good.

Scott and Emma kept their new relationship secretive. Although Scott was heartbroken after Jean, he could no longer deny his overwhelming feelings for Emma. Emma simply kept it quiet so she could still flirt as she saw fit, still angry at herself for falling for the square.

A few weeks later, Rogue was sitting in her room when she heard Emma's voice pop into her head. Rogue, get your tail down to the lab, doll. And make it bloody quick - you'll want to hear this.

When Rogue got down to the lab, Hank, Xavier and Emma were there, huddled, smiling at her. "W-what's going on, guys?" she asked hesitantly.

"It's your powers, Rogue. We think we've found out how you can control them," Professor Xavier grinned.

Rogue stared at them, mouth agape. "What? But, how?"

"It's quite fascinating actually," Hank explained. "We've always tried creating something in your mind to give you control of your powers, but it turns out we had it all wrong. You should've had control of your powers all along. The ability to control your powers is part of your mutation that would've developed when your powers fully matured, but due to your incident with Cody, you've had it psychologically blocked."

"Are you saying all this time Ah've been able to control my powers if Ah'd just set mah mind to it?"

"Not exactly, dear," Emma added. "It's not that you just haven't been trying enough – the incident with Cody caused your brain to have a post-traumatic stress disorder of sorts. With Cody came a wall, blocking your ability to control. And with Carol, another wall. Now that we know this, we can work on taking down the psi-blockers that are inhibiting your control."

Rogue's smile widened and a few stray tears rolled down her cheeks. "Thank you… thank you so much." The three just smiled back as Rouge grabbed Emma's hand. "Now let's get to work, Frost, Ah've only got 6 months til Ah get hitched." She turned her attention to the rest of the group, "And if y'all could just keep this between us… Ah'd appreciate it."

It was a beautiful October Saturday at the mansion. Remy paced nervously up at the alter, thumbing his tie and enjoying the inexplicable clear skies and 70 degrees. I'll have to be sure t'tank Stormy for dis, he thought. The music began and Remy straightened up and got into his spot. Two by two the bridesmaids and groomsmen walked down the aisle until they all joined him at the front. The music changed and a whole new wave of nervousness stirred in him. Then, he saw her.

Rogue stepped forward, Professor Xavier by her side, in a long, sleeveless ivory gown that fit her snug up top and then pooled out in a mix of tulle and satin. Ivory satin gloves reached from her fingertips to a few inches above her elbows, and her chestnut and ivory curls cascaded over her shoulders. At that moment, all of his nerves subsided and a calm enveloped him. The walk to him seemed to take forever, and he couldn't wipe the grin from his face the entire time.

The ceremony wasn't a terribly long one, and soon they had their rings on each other, promising their life to one another. With that, their officiate, Nightcrawler, announced "You may now kiss the bride." Remy gasped. They had specifically asked for that part to be left out. He whipped is head over to Rogue, sure that she would be upset, and saw her smiling, peeling off her gloves. She passed her gloves to Emma, her choice of a maid of honor (who fought the honor tooth and nail), and she winked at her.

Rogue wrapped her arms around the Cajun and pulled him in for a kiss. Confused, Remy kissed her back, fully accepting that he'd spend the first few hours of his wedding reception unconscious. And then… nothing. Just her lips, that tasted like honey. The crowd erupted in joyful clapping for the newly married couple. She pulled away from his kiss against his will and reached her lips to his ear. "Ah learned to control it, Remy."

It was the best wedding gift he could've received.