As promised, the ROMY fanfic that has developed in my mind during those long blocks of exam studying

{text} - telepathy

"Ah swear, Cajun, gimme back mah book or yah're gonna be in a coma for a very long tahme!"

"Y' wouldn't do dat, would y', chere?"

"Quit callin' meh chere, yah stupid Swamp Rat!"

"Very well, shall I call y' River Rat instead, den?"

Rogue made a lunge for Remy LeBeau, who was holding a thick hardback novel high above his head, and missed. She fell, sprawled across the floor and glared up at the arrogantly smug face of - in her opinion - the most irritating man to ever walk the face of the Earth. He smirked at her and dropped the book to the floor where it landed with a loud thud.

"I t'ought y'd read Tolkien's stuff ages ago, cheh-heh-here!" He taunted, drawing out the last word.

Rogue growled and picked herself and her book up off the floor. "Ah have. It's for an essay ah have tah do for school."

"Only one more week and y're free of dat place," Remy said, flopping onto the sofa in the recreation room and stretching out along its entire length.

"Yeah, an' then ah'm stuck here with yah day in, day out... Move over, ah wanna sit down."

Remy moved his feet over a bit, leaving about twenty centimetres of space for her to squeeze into. "Dere y' go, chere."

"Thanks, yah're a great person(!)"

"No problem, chere."

"Quit callin' meh that."

"Make m'."

Grumbling audibly at his immaturity, Rogue dropped down onto the sofa and opened 'The Silmarillion'. She felt something prodding her side and glanced down before grabbing Remy's foot. Her grip around the offending appendage tightened, causing its owner to cry out in pain.

"Dat hurts."

"Quit pokin' meh with it then."

"Y' want m' t' poke y' wit' somet'in' else, den, chere?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Yah have a sick, one-track mahnd, LeBeau."

"But y' love m' for it."

Rogue scoffed and turned back to her book. Minutes later, the prodding started again. Rogue moved with lightening-quick speed, and her hand closed around his foot again, squeezing painfully.

"Ev'r since y' absorbed Miss Marvel y' bin mighty strong, chere," he laughed, trying not to let his discomfort at her vice-like grip show.

Rogue relased his foot, kept ignoring him, stood up and walked over to an armchair. She hated people bringing up the fact that Carol Danvers had now set up a permanent residence in her head.

"Chere?"

Rogue raised her eyebrows to acknowledge the fact that he was speaking.

"What type un'erwear d'y' wear, chere? I'm t'inkin' thongs, oui?"

Rogue snapped her book shut and stared at him. "Yah've been snoopin' through mah stuff!"

"Non, mais I have a lovely view up y'r skirt right now, chere."

Rogue's eyes widened and she jumped to her feet, giving Remy the 'reward' of seeing her breasts bounce with the sudden action.

"Why don' yah just get lost, yah sick, perverted Swamp Rat!" she retorted, a blush creeping into her cheeks as she spotted his gaze wandering to her chest. God, she loved him being like this. He was the only one who could get her completely riled-up. To be honest, she just loved him.

"Mais I can't, chere, I have a very good sense of direction."

There was a thud and a yelp as the heavy, hardback book collided painfully with Remy's shin.

{Rogue, please report to my office immediately.}

Rogue winced slightly as Professor Xavier's telepathic message resounded in her head.

"Somet'ing wrong, chere?"

"Ah'm fahne, the Prof jus' wants tah see meh... AN' QUIT CALLIN' MEH CHERE!"

Rogue turned on her heel and left the room, Remy smirking slightly at her as he watched her hips swinging from side to side when she walked. She had barely raised a fist to knock on the Professor's door when another telepathic message resonated through her head.

{Come in, Rogue.}

Rogue pushed open the door and entered. "Ah realleh wish yah wouldn't do that, Professor. It creeps meh out... Hey, Doctor McCoy."

"I'm very sorry, Rogue, but Hank and I were just discussing something that may benefit you greatly in controlling your powers."

Rogue gaped at them. "Are yah serious?"

"I have studied your DNA in detail Rogue and have discovered where in your brain your powers are controlled," Doctor McCoy explained, "If you wish, the Professor can telepathically block it and enable you to turn your powers on and off, meaning you can touch people without hurting them."

Rogue's look of bewilderment and shock turned to one of absolute joy. "What are we waitin' for? Can we do it now?" she asked eagerly.

"You must understand, Rogue, my delving into your psyche will weaken you. You will have to spend quite a while in the med-bay afterwards."

"Ah'll be fahne. Lets do this."

The office dissolved and Rogue stood in a cavernous, dimly-lit hallway. Rogue looked to her left and saw the Professor standing beside her.

"Follow me, Rogue," he said calmly to her, his voice echoing.

Rogue walked after him, following him deeper and deeper into her mind. They passed through an area filled with people - all but a tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman that Rogue recognized as Carol Danvers - locked in cages. Rogue shuddered when she saw them but the Professor was as calm as ever.

"They are not being harmed, Rogue. The psyches you absorb end up here. Only Miss Marvel is free to roam around because you absorbed her completely. The others will be able to leave their cages when you wish to use their powers."

They reached the end of the cage-room where there was a large dimmer-switch. Rogue looked at the Professor incredulously.

"It only appears this way because your brain is interpreting it in this way. Everyone's mind is different. To you, your powers are turned up too high, like a light. Turning the switch down a bit and, the way you see it, you will be able to control your powers."

Rogue reached out, her hand closing around the cylinder before her, and rotated it to the left. Maybe the Professor's analogy of her powers being like a light was right, because everything went dark.

And that's chapter 1!
I'll do my best to update soon. In the meantime, R&R please!