A/N: Hello Romy lovers, this is my first X-men fic, but I do have a true obsession. Especially with my favorite couple Romy, which I will have a lot of in later chapters as the story progresses. I'm going to be pulling different things from the comics, such as Uncanny and Xtreme X-men, you'll see the scenes and ideas in here, but this story is set after X3, I know the worst of them all. Next thing you know they'll come up with some lame excuse to save the dead and so on. So Prof. X and Jean are dead, Cyclops is... gone? Ororo is headmistress and Rogue took the cure because of cheating Bobby Drake.

The pairings will be Kiotr, Rolo, Jonda and more... Ohh and a few problems with the mix up of Wolverine origins, personally I love Taylor Kitsch, I couldn't imagine anyone else playing him, but in the movie he wasn't Cajun and his eyes weren't red on black and he was like 20 way back then, he'd be old... that's gross, so in this he's the always lovable Rajun Cajun' no older than 22, oh and did anyone see the new John Carter movie? apperently it's huge now, and now that its huge Taylor wants to rise a star as John and not Gambit?

OHH! and one huge thing! This whole story and chapter has different scenes and ideas thrown in from the cartoons too! Like in Wolverine and the X-Men and some from Evo, so i'm not copying I don't own any rights. This is just for fun,

Anyway, sorry for the long authors's note, read on and enjoy :)

Cajun Hold Em'

It was peaceful, Cadlecott. A beautiful little town, the people friendly with that Southern hospitality rumoured to go around and a small enough population for everyone to know exactly what was happening, even when a dark black limousine is seen driving through town.

A pair of stilettos touched the ground, the stylish pumps connected to a pair of long tan legs as the woman exited the limo outside of a small house in town. The blonde woman wore a buisness suit, giving her a busy New Yorker look. Her head held high with each elegant step the woman took up the steps to the small house, opening the white front door without knocking she entered. Immediately upon entering she noticed the lights off, the blonde could make out a few things, the stairs connecting to the hallway, a few closed doors were at the bottom. She opened the last one, revealing a homey room with a large window and great view of the famous local river. A rocking chair facing it, slightly squeeking with each rock.

There was a shelf of books against the right wall and a small television against the left, the bunny ears facing odd directions and causing the t.v to give off a scratchy sound. The blonde woman entered, looking directly at the woman in the chair, her hair cut short and a pair of glasses covering her eyes.

"Hello Raven, no longer working for Eric?" The woman said facing the window as if she was looking out onto the river.

"Hello Irene, do you have any new information on him?" Raven Darkholme asked as she returned to her true form, her skin changing blue, hair sleeked back and red and her eyes yellow.

"Yes, I've seen his face this time." Irene replied facing the window, the blind woman pointed towards the bookshelf filled with encyclopedia sized books. "Volume VII, pass it to me please." Irene a.k.a Destiny asked. Mystique grabbed the book and handed it to her, she opened it without turning her head. Feeling the pages with her fingers she opened to a certain page, she lifted it and showed it to Mystique.

"The man with the red eyes," Irene said holding up the book of drawings.

Rogue wiped her eyes as she walked down the dark, empty hallway. The moonlight shone through the windows of the Xavier mansion, casting a dark shadow. It happened again, the nightmares leaving her scared to shut her eyes and sleep. Her pysches yelling and giving her migraines, she couldn't deal with it. They were so strong, how can she remember who she is? How can she stay herself when there are ghosts of people in her head trying to take control.

Control, the one thing she wanted more than anything. What she would give just to touch, to feel, to kiss, but she couldn't. She could never know what it's like, she would never feel how others get to feel. A man's hands on her skin, his lips on hers... She'd never know what it's like.

Rogue sighed, gripping her arms to block the chill flying through the air. There must of been a window open. This late at night she wouldn't have to worry about covering up, she slept the way she wanted in a tank top and shorts, it wasn't much. It was a lot of skin for her, too much even. She would never go out in this. Not in the day anyway, it would be too risky when people are awake. Just one touch and they'd be out, she learned to pospone it for nearly 25 seconds. Emma has been having private classes with her, hoping maybe one day she'll acheive control. Not yet though,

Her bare feet hit the cool floors as she stepped off of the stairs and turned to walk towards the kitchen. Another cold chill ran up her back as she walked, she couldn't help but wonder which kid left a window open somewere in the immense mansion.

She hated the cold, the feeling of it. Sure New York was beautiful, but hell she missed the South. She never thought she would, but she does. The hot summer days, the beautiful flowing Missisippi river, camping out in the back yard on a warm night with friends. She missed the food, the accents, she even missed her parents. Sure they kicked her out because she's a mutant, but Rogue couldn't help but think it was because they didn't understand. She wanted to believe that it was because they were confused, they just didn't understand. She wanted to think they still loved her and that they missed her too. But she knew it wasn't true, she seen they're faces when Cody was rushed to the hospital. The disappointment in her fathers eyes, he was ashamed. He was ashamed of her and her power, how could his daughter be a mutant? How could she be a mutant? A power sucking leech, a life theif. She could barely remember what it was like before she got her power, she was so fragile and calm when it happened.

Her first kiss, it was supposed to be beautiful and memorable. Of coarse it wasn't though, she took his life. She didn't kill him, no he was alive. Forever in a coma, which technically wasn't alive. He wanted to be a baseball player, get in the big leagues and live a big life, he'll never live his life and it was all her fault.

Rogue entered the kitchen and walked towards the fridge, she opened the door and peered in. There wasn't much in there, usually Ororo goes for the groceries but her and Dr. McCoy were on a trip to Washington to discuss mutant matters with the President. So for the week, Logan was in charge. Sure the Wolverine could handle Sabertooth or even William Stryker, but a mansion filled with kids and hormonal teenagers. He may be Weapon X but he wasn't a very good babysitter.

Rogue smirked when she took out the milk, the image of Wolverine trying to calm a bunch of toddlers. Not anytime soon if he doesn't hurry up and make a move on Storm. Rogue held in a giggle at that thought. She poured the milk in a glass and put the carton back in the fridge. Logan would be a good father, he practically raised her as his own since she moved to the mansion. He was more of a dad to her than anyone. She walked back into the foyer and towards the stairs. The same cool breeze snuck up on her, she sighed and turned around noticing the open window near the china cabnet. She put the glass of milk down on a side table and walked towards it, the curtains blew in the wind and the light from the moon gave it an eerie look. She reached out to shut it, sliding it down and locking it shut. She rubbed her arms to shake away the chill as she turned.

Out of no where something warm clamped around her mouth, immediately she reached for it. It was a hand, the other one grabbed her wrist and pulled her flush against the body it was attached to. She could feel the hot breath on her kneck, she could feel each muscle of the man's stomach pressed against her.

"Shhhh, now chérie jus' be very quiet, d'accord?" A deep Cajun accented voice said. Rogue noticed the mans hands were gloved, keeping her from absorbing him. "Maintenant, Imma' let y' go an' yo' gunn' walk up dem' stairs and go back t' bed, oui?" He said quietly in her ear, she shivered as her only free hand pulled at the one over her mouth. He must of been trying to hypnotize her, she established that he was a mutant and that he had hypnotic powers, but she wasn't falling for it.

She struggled to get out of his hold, she spent years practicing with Logan in the danger room. She was very skilled in hand to hand combat and martial arts. Why couldn't she remember any of that right now? She was an X-Man, she was prepared for stuff like this. Wasn't she? She kept struggling and pulling at his sleeve, trying to find atleast a small sliver of skin.

"C'mon chere, jus' go upstairs an' pretend dat' dis ne'er happe-..." She did it, she pulled up enough of his sleeve to get to a small patch of skin past his gloves She felt the tug, his energy becoming hers, his memories becoming hers, his mind now hers. He dropped to the ground behind her, she held her head and clenched her eyes shut. The pain of the voices rattling in her head too much, she let out a scream as she hit the ground next to the man. She could hear people upstairs waking up.

It was so quick, the rush into her mind. She was so full of energy, she couldn't handle it. It hurt, hurt so much. Her arm felt warm, she opened her eyes to see the charm bracelet Kitty give her glowing neon majenta. It got hotter and hotter, making a sizzling sound.

"Stripes?" Rogue threw the bracelet in the air, it exploded with a small bang. "Rogue! Are you okay! Look at me! Who is this! What happened!" Logan asked shaking her gently, she was against the wall, her knees to her chest and her hands clamped to the sides of her head. Her face scrunched up from the pain of a new addition to her mind, tears streaming down her face as she cried.

She was only young, a small little scrawny kid. In old clothes with a dirty face from living on the streets. She walked through the crowded city of New Orleans, her auburn hair falling in her eyes and causing her to brush it away as she walked. She pushed through the people, easily slipping through and grabbing wallets as she does so.

She noticed a well dressed man, he looked wealthy. What could taking a few dollars from him do? He wouldn't miss it, he wouldn't even notice it's gone. He was looking at watches on Bourbon St. when she approached, she just casually walked passed him.

Sneaking her fingers into his suit pocket and,

"Hey!"

Her head snapped up, the man looked down at her. He didn't look angry when he grabbed her wrist. He didn't look dissapointed either, he looked proud?

"Whas' yo' nom, fils?" The man asked.

"Marie?" She could hear Logan's voice. She was in a soft warm bed, the medbay. "Rogue?" He asked. "Come on Stripes, wake up darlin'." He said again. Her eyes fluttered open, she noticed Logan sitting on the chair beside her bed. He gasped when he looked at her.

"Quelle heure est t'il?" She asked tiredly, rubbing her eyes.

"What?" He scrunched his face up in confusion. She looked at him funny too. "Pourquoi, Ah mean why am Ah talkin' like dis'?" She asked. Logan shrugged. "What tahme is it?" She asked.

"5:30," He replied. "P.M." He added.

"Wha? How long was Ah out?" She asked.

"About 15 hours," He replied. "You should feel good Stripes, it's usually longer." He said smiling, but then staring distractedly at her face.

"Oui, mais with une step closer yah take deux steps back, non." She said rubbing her temple.

"Don't always got to follow by the rules. Do you remember what happened?" He asked cracking his knuckles.

"Yeah, Ah think. Wha' was dat' guy doin' in de' mansion?" She asked drinking from the cup of water on the side table.

"He's a theif, he was tryin' to steal the collar." The hotheaded Canadian said with a stern look on his face.

"What does he wan' with de' collar?" She asked.

"Dunno', my guess is he was hired by someone." He replied. Rogue looked down at her hands, her finger nails painted a deep emerald green contrasting nicely against her pale skin. Her hands, they looked so innocent but were so deadly.

"Where's he now?" She asked.

"Left wing of the MedBay, we got Beast watching him." He replied chewing on his unlit cigar.

"Beast is here?" She asked.

"Yeah, he came in this mornin' to check on you. Storm is still in Washington, she'll be back in the morning." He explained leaning back in the chair and looking at her weirdly.

"Why do yah keep lookin' at me lahke that!" She snapped her natural Missisippi accent returning.

"Nothing, just your eyes." He smirked picking up a clean metal bed pan and handed it to her. She stared, almost dropping the pan. Staring back at her was her usual reflection, brown hair with white bangs and pale skin but her usual green eyes were red, not brown red but neon red with black schlera. They were actually pretty, beautiful even. So abnormal,

"Why?" She furrowed her eyebrows as she handed Logan the bed pan.

"Ahh, you're up I see." Beast the big furry blue man in a lab coat entered with his clip board. He noticed her eyes and stared. "Oh my stars and garters," he said wide eyed.

"Ah know," Rogue said shrugging and closing her eyes. She tried her hardest to calm the voices in her head, surprisingly she was tired. The whole time she was out she was going through a memory and really didn't get to rest her mind.

"Well it seems you absorbed quite a lot of Gambit and-.."

"Gambit?" She cut him off.

"Yes, the theif. He had the power supressor collar that Forge constructed, we'll just have to find out what he needed it for in the first place when he wakes." Dr. McCoy said reading some charts.

"How do yah know what his name?" Rogue asked.

"Logan discribed him to Storm, she recognized him immediately as an old friend. She said he most likely didn't know she was residing in the mansion." Beast explained as he shook up some vials.

"When Ah get mah hands on than damned Cajun, Ah swear Imma' absorb the lahfe outta' em' and turn em' into a raisin." Rogue growled.

"My dear, I'm sure it was nothing personal." Beast smiled at her feisty attitude, over the years Rogue transformed from the sensitive and fragile 15 year old she was when she arrived to a hotheaded and sarcastic 19 year old. Beast assumed it might of been absorbing Logan one too many times.

"Every tahme Ah absorb someone it becomes personal. Ah got this guy hidden in mah head somewhere, thank Gawd Ah can't hear em' yet. He's hidden under all the other pyches at the moment." Rogue said concentrating on clearing her mind.

"That's understandable, but the man never knew."

"They never know Hank, no one ever knows." Rogue sighed, Logan gave Beast a shoulder shrug and a slight head shake when Rogue wasn't looking. She turned and placed her feet on the floor.

"My dear, you cannot leave yet." Beast said writing on his clip board.

"Woah Stripes, you ain't going no where tonight. Hank has to do some tests." Logan held her back by the shoulder. She gave him a death glare that would make the Grim Reaper proud.

"Badger, tomorrows Monday and Ah got finals in the morning. Ah've been working mah ass off this whole semester. Ah already missed today to study and Ah'm not gunna' sit here in the MedBay cuz' Ah had a lil' spill." She said angrily as she stood.

"No matter what I say you're still going aren't you?" Logan sighed as he crossed his arms.

"Damn right," She nodded.

"Fine, but get some sleep and study in bed. Don't be up walking around."

"Thanks Pa," Rogue said sarcastically.

"I'm just saying, you're not too good on your feet right now." He said walking alongside her.

"What are you sayin'!" Rogue growled.

"That you're gettin' more and more like me everyday, Stripes." Logan chuckled before he pulled her in for a fatherly hug.

"You're a bad influence, Badger." She smirked.

"I'm just glad you're okay, kid." He said as she pulled away.

"Thanks, now when I'm at school and that Bastard wakes up. Don't touch em, he's mine." Rogue said cracking her knuckles.

"Fine, don't go easy on em'." He called as she walked away.

"Easy? Never!" She called back as she walked up over the stairs.

"Come on Rogue! Wake up!" Jubilee pounded on Rogue's bedroom door.

"Mmhhhmm," she moaned into her pillow.

"Get up or I'll send a few sparklers under the door, I'll do it!" Jubilee yelled.

"Then Ah'll absorb you and stick a sparkler up your nose! Ah'm up!" Rogue yelled getting out of her warm bed.

Boy, she hated mornings.

"C'mon Stripes, get up. Forge won't pass you if you're late." Logan knocked on her door with his knuckle.

"Ah know, Ah'm hurryin'!" She said as she pulled up her jeans. For her and a few others Forge has been doing colledge coarses with them, the middle aged genius a perfect teacher for aspiring teachers. Quickly she put on a few layers of mascara and some upper eyeshadow. She was relieved that her eyes were back to they're normal green colour.

Her clock read 7:56 a.m.

She rushed and threw her black tank top on, then her long sleeve deep green sweater with a sweetheart kneckline. Covering up just enough skin with the tanktop. She found her gloves and put on a pair of boots before flinging open the door. She almost forgot her work, she turned and piled her stuff in her bag before practically running out in the hallway and down over the stairs. She didn't bother with straightening her hurricaine worthy tangles of curls that morning, she had to hurry.

She ran full speed down the stairs, not worrying about the slight heel her boots had or her chances of falling. She didn't worry until her foot missed the second last stair and she went tumbling to the floor. "Woah, Stripes." Logan said steadying her before she landed clumsily with the ground.

"Gotta' go Logan, Ah'm late." She said trying to run.

"No you're not, I got Kitty to set your alarm ahead. I knew you'd be hard to wake up this morning." He smiled mischeviously.

"LOGAN!" She yelled, her fists curling at her sides. "Do yah have any idea how crazy Ah've been! Ah thought I was gunna' be so late Ah'd fail! Ah'm not the only one doin' this yah know!" Her accent thickened with anger, but what she said was true. Sam Guthrie and Tabitha Smith were both doing the same thing. They explained to the local University their loyalty to the X-Men and how it wouldn't be easy constantly leaving the X Institute incase of an emergency and they were needed. So the Headmaster said it they were able to do their courses from the mansion as long as they had a trained and able teacher willing to do it. Forge was the only one qualified and willing.

"I know Stripes, I know but you probably would sleep in and be late." Logan said shrugging as they walked to the kitchen were the others ate.

"Hey Rogue, how are you feeling?" Kitty asked kindly.

"Better, still a little headache though." She replied sitting at the long table in between Kitty and Jubilee, Kitty only a year younger and Jubilee two years younger than Rogue.

"Ah heard you had a rushed wake up call." Sam Guthrie said chuckling, Rogue glared at the blonde haired boy, he was the only fellow Southerner living at the mansion. Rogue bit into her toaster pancake, pouring a little more syrup on them. Something green caught Rogue's attention, she noticed Bobby and Lorna sitting at the end of the table. Both smiling and giggling at eachother, kissing every now and then.

Rogue remembered what happened like yesterday, the Cure was wearing off quickly. Everytime she touched him she could feel the pull of her power, she knew he felt the drain. He didn't say much about it, he just stopped kissing her and touching her. They only had sex twice, both times they weren't that great.

Rogue thought it would be beautiful and special, her first time would be the most memorable. It wasn't at all. After a the second month her powers came back and he backed off. She seen the signs, the same ones when he kissed Kitty. She wasn't mad at Kitty, only because she told Rogue about the kiss and apologized for it time after time. Explaining how guilty she felt, Rogue forgave the young girl. Besides, it wasn't Kitty who cheated. It was Bobby, Kitty and her weren't even friends then.

Still, she didn't say anything to Bobby. Why bring it up if he didn't want to admit it. She forgot about it, Bobby wasn't a cheater. It was an impulse thing, he loved her. Atleast she thought he di., She remembers walking down the hallway looking for Bobby. He was supposed to train in the D.R with her that day. She remembers opening his door and feeling so betrayed. He was under the covers with the green haired new girl, Lorna Dane. He tried to explain and apologize. "It's not what it looks like!" How can that be? It looked like he was humping the new girl.

She wanted to make him hurt like she felt, she wanted to kick his ass. She did, right hook in the jaw and sent him to the ground in a naked heap of blankets and pillows. "I went through this once already Bobby, It's over! Ya filthy Yankee!" She growled as she stalked away, it was only a year ago.

Rogue looked away from the couple, she wouldn't pity herself. Yeah, she wanted touch, but she didn't want to feel bad about herself because everyone around her was happy. She wanted a special someone to make her feel beautiful, she would never admit it, but she did. "Come on Rogue, Forge will be pissed if we're late." Sam/Cannonball said standing up.

"Yeah," She sighed standing.

I know, I know. The accents are a little messed in there, thats because when Rogue absorbs Gambit she gets a bit of his personality and powers, his eye color and even accent.

Oh and the memory, yeah I know the memory is a little wierd, but i put it as if she was in his shoes. If she could see what he seen and hear what he heard, as if she was him in his memory.

Anyway, Review :)