Hey people, this is the author... duh. I have come back from my trip, but unfortunatly, had major writer's block. So here is a new chapter for all of you who have stayed posted and waited anxiously for my work. Thank you!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Remy had already searched the entire mansion before he decided to check the roof. He didn't know why he wanted to look there, but figured it couldn't hurt anything. It would just be one more place he had looked.

Turning in circles as he walked it to several seconds to find the stairs that went up to the top of the building. Stepping lightly on the creaking steps proved difficult. Every other stair whined loudnly in protest to any weight. if he had been trying to sneak up on someone, than he would have failed miserably. After several agonising minutes, Gambit finally reached the door at the end of the stairwell. He reached out, turned the handle, and stepped out into the cool night air.

There she was. Sitting on the far west end of the building, her hair billowing behind her in the wind. She had drawn her knees up so that she could wrap her arms around them. Her chin rested ontop of ther wrists.The sight of her like that made something in him ache.

He walked over quietly, willing her not to run. If she fled, he would chase her. He would catch her. But he doubted that she wanted to take a midnight run right now. Gingerly lowering to the tiles next to her, he drew out a card and began twirling it between his fingers. Remy would let her make the first move. She had all the time in the world...

"Ah'm sorry Remy." The words were a faint whisper on the wind. So gentle, he almost didn't hear them.

"What yah mean, chere? Why yah sorry?" Gambit inched closer to her, careful of just how close though. He wasn't going to spook her.

Rogue turned to look at him with those haunting emerald eyes. Mon Deiu! He thought, mon chere look like an angel!

"Ah'm sorry that Ah yelled at yah earlier. Ah'm sorry dat dah proffessor was such a jack ass." Unknowingly she leaned into his considerable warmth to fight off the chill that had taken root in her veins. "Ah'm also sorry dat Ah've been so mean tah yah." Leaning her head on his muscular shoulder, the mutant goth looked towards the stars dotting the heavens line pearls. "Nice night."

Remy sat there, his chere resting against him, and wondered. What if the proffessor was telling the truth? What if he was the key to Rogue's powers? It scared him to think that this girl could be depending on him so much without even knowing.

"Chere, Remy t'ink dat it be time tah get out of dis cold weather, 'fore you catch somet'in'." He stood slowly, pulling her up with him. "Let's get inside, non?"

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Next Morning...

Logan walked down the dormitory hall, banging on doors as he went. It was five in the morning, and these kids had moring work outs. He paused at Rogue's door.

She had seemed so out of it yesterday. Almost as if she had been betrayed in some way. Wolverine contemplated letting her sleep through this Danger Room session, but decided against it. If Rogue was moody or needed to releave some stress, where better than in a room designed to hone your fighting skills? He raised his hand and began pounding on the door as hard as he could. "Stripes! If your not out of that bed in ten minutes, I'm going to come in there and drag you out!"

He turned and continued walking, not noticing the other scent that pilfered Rogue's room...

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Rogue's Room...

Gambit release a sigh of relief when Logan had continued on down the hall. He knew if he was caught in here with Rogue, the rabid canadian would slice him into shreds.

Sitting in a rail-back chair in the corner of his chere's room seemed pretty odd for the King of Hearts. If his frere could see him now, the man would laugh. Laugh at him for his inability to not fall in love. For the control that he showed when with Rogue. For the uncontrolable urge he felt to be as close to her as possible. Everyone in his family would laugh and gloat about how 'Remy de Charmer' had been snared.

Remy lowered his head into his hands. 'Mon Deiu, mon chere is drivin' does lovely petite hands into mon coure!' He thought, rising to awaken Rogue so they were not late for their training.

Kneeling on the bed, he leaned in towards her. He gracefully ran two gloved fingers down the side of her jaw. "Rogue, chere, it be time tah get up." She grumbled something sounding like a refusal. He smiled softly before replying. "Rogue, if yah don't get dat lily white ass out o' dat bed, Remy goin' tah join yah in it."

Five... Four... Three... Two...

Rogue leapted out of the bed so fast his head spun. She dove for the bathroom, yelling at him to get the hell out before she fried his cajun ass.

Chuckling, Gambit sauntered from the room. To hell with his family, he was laughing too.

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In Danger Room One Hour Later...

Rogue threw a punch at Scott, knocking him back two feet. He swayed before falling down, face first, into the metal of the DR's floor.

She backed up as Jean rushed in, all concern and uppety at the other girl who had knocked out her boyfriend. The telepath shot her a rather nasty glare as Scott began to come to.

He sat up slowly, holding his jaw. His visor covered eyes looked over at Rogue as she stood there. He liked Rogue, she was loyal and a good fighter. He hated being on the receiving ends of anything she threw. But as he looked at her, his head ached.

She was different from them, anyone could tell. She stood off to the side, as far away from Jean and him as she could get without looking meek and scared. She didn't scare anymore. Scince Apocolyps nothing seemed to fase her other than the occational outburst of anger or joy. It was odd, watching someone he considered a friend withdraw from them all.

"Nice punch Rogue." He said, prasing her.

Rogue nodded her head slightly. "Yah need tah guard yahr weak side else everyone ahn der mothah gonna kick yahr butt." She said, watching as Logan walked in. "We done yet Logan? Some of us still got school in forty minutes."

He shot her a slight glare, but nodded. Gambit, Nightcrawler, Shadowcat, and Rogue all turned to walk out. He watched as Gambit paused by the door, clearly waiting for Rogue as she slipped throught the entryway. He felt the need to growl, before turning back to Scott and Jean. "Your goin' to have a shinner there Scott."

The younger mutant laughed. "Well, it's probably a good thing you have healing powers from how many times you two have fought."

Logan looked at him blankly. Those matches were suppost to be private. He wondered how the young man had learned of them. "Yeah, but at least I don't have to go around explaining how a ninety pound girl knocked me on my ass, do I?"

The three chuckled as they headed out of the Danger Room.

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Bayville High School...

Rogue climbed off the back of Remy's Harley. She watched him dismount and felt the urge to smile. Placing her helmet into one of the saddle bags, they walked side by side into the school. They got the usual sneers and glares form the student body as they attempted to walk in.

These people reminded him of the time he had come to their school, and seen some boys picking on Scott until Rogue and Kity had interfeared. He had approached those boys after they had run from the girls, only to threaten them quite effectively. He smiled at the memory.

As Rogue and he walked to English, he felt the obsured need to reach out and pluck her hand away from the bookes she held so titely. He knew that if he even attempted something like that while at school she would more than likely pound im into a locker then walk of fumming. Sighing heavily they waked into English and to their assigned seats.

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Author's Note:

Well a new chapter another day. Sorry it took so long! Thanks for Reading!