A/N: So blame Tearlit for this. I do. I am not supposed to be starting any more stories that aren't already started (not posted, there's a difference), but here I am. Sequel you asked for, sequel this is. I'm going to try to post one drabble daily (they don't take that long to write).
Memories meet them at every waymark. The park bench where they once sat out all night to watch the stars. The road turning up to the Institute where Rogue actually beat him in a motorcycle race. The gates that could never bar Remy with his skills, even when she had deliberately locked him out after he blew up her CD player.
They point out each spot, tell stories to Rebecca while her brother sleeps in Mama's lap. To their little girl, this is all the start of some new, strange adventure.
Remy grins and squeezes Rogue's hand reassuringly. "Welcome home."