Disclaimer:I don't own X-men...how sad is that?

Authors Note: Here is another story from the inside of my head,it starts off right after Apocalypse but lasts through quite a few years. I hope you enjoy the following story and that I can get it up at a resonable rate!

Chapter One: New Room

Rogue was furious. Her blood was boiling and her heart throbbing in anger. How could the Professor do this to her? Why wasn't anyone defending her? Didn't they know what this could do to her? And so soon after Apocalypse. It wasn't fair, she had saved the world and this was how they were going to repay her? It was her birthday for god sakes!

Throwing her bedroom door open, Rogue flinched at the sound of the door knob burying its self in her wall. "AHHH!" she wordlessly she screamed in frustration.

In some part of her mind she profusely thanked whoever thought it was a good idea to give her a single room for her eighteenth birthday. She was insanely tired of waking up and seeing pink everyday. Now it was dark green, rock band posters and some sketches. At the moment, it was the light of her life. That morning she had woken up in it. She assumed Logan had carried her there. He was the only one who could carry her without waking her, though no one else had ever tried. When she had asked who had done no one stepped forward, instead, everyone just told her happy birthday. And until hell had showed up on the door step she would've been completely content with that answer.

Screaming into a pillow, Rogue felt her voice going horse. Great, just fucking great. Now I won't be able to talk without rasping. FUCK IT ALL TO HELL! Her mind reeled, it just wasn't fair.

How could they just let that thing into HER house and HER life. They KNEW what she thought of that disgusting thing. It was no secret she hated it with a passion, she'd rather spend a day at the mall with Kitty than have to even look at it's ungodly face. Okay, be fair, his face it not ungodly...more like godly. It's so unfair. Why? Why?! WHY?!

Deciding that maybe screaming wasn't the best idea, that and the fact that her throat was so sore she couldn't get another scream out, Rogue settled for staring miserably at her ceiling. This just sucks. Really, really sucks. He was fine in the fight, hell, I'd go as far as to call him an asset…But I DO NOT want to live with the insufferable Cajun Card-throwing Ignorant Swap Rat!

Giving up on her inner rant, Rogue turned up her radio as loud as it would go, blasting a rock station that was sure to annoy just about everyone that wasn't her. Which was exactly why she had picked to listen to it, and the fact she did love this music but it wasn't really her favorite.

There was a knock on the door that Rogue could barely hear. She assumed it was Logan, banging on the other side to tell her to keep it down. Rolling her sparkling emerald eyes, glittering with anger, she turned her radio down and called, "Who is it?"

Without answering, a tall and handsome young man strutted in. "So this be yo room, eh Chere?" a smooth, sexy voice drawled.

Anger boiled in Rogue once more. "Ah didn't say ya could come in here ya Swamp Rat!" Rogue growled, sounding more dangerous than she did when shouting.

The infuriating Cajun just smirked. "No need ta be rude now Chere." He drawled and leaned against the now shut door.

His unique eyes found the fresh hole in the door. One eyebrow cocked in amused questioning. "Remy's heard of ya temper. Never knew dat ya'd take it out on da door though." The smirk never left his face.

"Ah!" her frustration exploded once more and Rogue chucked her diary at the thief.

To her amazement he caught it in one hand. And the bastard was chuckling. "Remy wouldnt've guessed dat 'is Chere would be da type ta keep a dairy." He said.

"It ain't a dairy." Rogue's voice sounded weak,defeated, "Please, give it ta meh Gambit."

Something softened in Remy's face. He handed the book to the curvy teen standing in front of him. "Remy won't look at it. Not unless ya let 'im." He said, his voice soft.

Wordlessly, Rogue took the book and hugged it to her chest. "Thank ya." She murmured.

For a moment the two young adults were caught up in their own thoughts. So maybe he's not a complete ass. But he still barged into my room. And he had no right! Rogue's face soured.

"Well, get out, ya Swamp Rat. Before ya contaminate mah room." She snapped.

"Non, Remy like it here. He stay wit 'is Chere for awhile." Remy said and sat down in the black desk chair that occupied a spot to his right.

Closing her eyes tightly and fighting back the urge to scream again. And now I remember why I hate that god damned Cajun moron. He can't take a friggin' hint. "So what is it?" Remy's voice cut into Rogue thoughts.

"What?" she snapped, her anger not as faded as she wished it would've been.

"Da book Chere? If it ain't a dairy, what it be?" Remy asked, pulling out a deck of cards and shuffling them.

"Sketch book." Rogue answered without thinking, her mind to occupied coming up with ways to kill Remy and hide the evidence.

Remy nodded, absorbing the information, more curious that ever. He hadn't known that Rogue could draw. Or liked to draw…hell, he barely knew anything about her. But he knew he loved her. That scared him. He was the player, the Prince of thief's and King of hearts, the one true player. How could this untouchable girl make him want her so bad he couldn't stand it? He had to be around her, had to be near. After Apocalypse and everyone so close to being gone Remy knew he had to be near his Rogue so he could protect her. Had to let her know he cared…but he didn't know how to do that. "Can't Remy jus see one?" he begged, hoping to appeal to her softer side.

"No, out, now." Rogue said, but the fire was gone from her voice, it sounded cracked and sore.

Remy assumed that all Rogues' screaming had gotten to her. "Alright, see ya, mon Chere." He left with the same smirk he had entered with.

"Ah ain't yours! " Rogue screamed, her voice dying half way through.

Hearing the return chuckle, Rogue just rolled her eyes and lay on her bed once more. She flipped open her sketch book and studied a picture. Stareing back at her was a pencil drawing of Remy; he was standing dressed in just jeans, boots, and his trench coat. His arm was slung over a girls shoulders. She was leaning into his hold, a bare hand on his chest. Both were smiling, both looked carefree and perfect for each other. The girls auburn hair was dancing in the wind, white bangs cupping her face. Under the picture was a few simple words.

My Fantasy

For Remy and the day I'll touch you.

Rogue

A tear landed on the paper before Rogue shut the book once more and rolled over on her side, silent tears shaking her body.

On the other side of a slightly cracked door, crimson on coal black eyes closed in longing. "I will make dat a reality one day. I promise Chere." Remy's voice whispered after he closed the door all the way.

A/N: Well, I hope you liked the first chappie...please reveiw! Really...it does help me wright faster...