Author's Note: Well I couldn't figure out which catagory to put this story in, especially since Wolverine and the X-Men is a continuation of X-Men Evolution (I found out that through an interview. Apparently, they're using the same creators/writers for the new show). This about the age where Rogue is at in the Wolverine and the X-men, but it's before the Sentinel, so I decided to put it in X-men Evolution. So enjoy this story :) And I had Rogue sing a country song. :) I've been a fan of Rogue/Gambit for so long, I finally decided to write a fanfic :D R&R!

Rogue sighed as she sat down on the chair inside the one of the many living rooms in the Xavier mansion. She sat next to Jean who was sitting nearby reading a fashion magazine. In another part of the room, Kitty and Bobby were goofing off and playing around with each other. Close by Nightcrawler, or Kurt, and Scott were talking about something. "They're all so happy. An' lucky." She thought and then sighed one last time.

Jean, who was reading her magazine, looked up slowly from what she was reading and looked at Rogue. She was in pajamas and her hair was a mess. But she looked unhappy. Then again, Rogue was unhappy a lot. To Jean, Rogue was beautiful, and not just on the inside, but also on the outside. She wondered what was bothering Rogue. Jean could have just read her mind, but that would have invaded her privacy, so she decided to ask first, before sneaking in. "What's wrong Rogue? And you're still in your sleeping clothes." Jean asked as she put down her magazine.

Rogue looked at her and then down at her feet, "Eh its nuthin Jean. Jus slept a lil longer than ah expected."

Jean decided to go into her head, "Are you sure Rogue? You seem unhappy."

Rogue, who was used to people being inside her head like the Professor, immediately looked up and saw Jean, who had one eyebrow raised up, as if she was saying that she did not believe her. "Ah well I might as well say it be fore ya go into my head and do some searchin' for mah memories. Well I'm just a lil depressed is all. Ah mean look at you. You're all happy and what not. Mah life just ain't as good as yours."

"Well there's no reason to get angry Rogue," Jean told her reassuringly, "We care for you and love you Rogue. You have a happy and loving family. Gambit loves you too."

Rogue scoffed, "Yeah. Ah'm sure he does."

Earlier that day…

"Rogue!" Remy called out from outside her room. He knocked on the door hard. It was early in the morning, before the sun was even rising above the horizon. Rogue put on her gloves. She stumbled out of bed and opened the door.

Rogue yawned and rubbed her eyes. "What'cha need Remy?"

"I'm leavin' cherie," he kissed her hand. "I got some unfinished business I gotta complete." And with that he ran and left her sight.

"So where do you think he went?" Jean asked.

"Have you been readin' mah thoughts miz telepath?" Rogue asked angrily.

"Well I…" Jean started to say but Rogue cut her off.

She angrily got up and threw a pillow at Jean. "It seems to me like ah can't get no privacy in this house!" Rogue angrily stormed out of the room muttering something, and everyone watched her walk out.

From the opposite direction in which she entered, the Professor came into the room. He sighed. And looked at everyone who tried to look in the opposite direction and avoid his gaze. The professor sighed. He was going to have to search everyone's mind to find what caused Rogue to act up. No one knew what the cause was except for Jean. He rolled over to where she was sitting. Xavier looked at her suspiciously and Jean sighed. "What is wrong with Rogue?" He asked.

"She's a little sad about Remy's sudden departure. Rogue seems unsure about why he left and his motives." Jean answered him.

"And?" The professor knew there was another reason for why she stormed out of the room angrily.

"I read her mind trying to figure out why she was angry at Remy," Jean softly replied, "I couldn't help it. I wanted to help her, but that did not help much."

"I know your intentions were good Jean, but you must let people have their privacy. You have to allow people to come to you with their problems. Finding out why people are angry is easy for you since you are a telepath, but it is not easy for them to be open with their feelings."

Jean nodded. "You're right Professor. I'll go and apologize to Rogue." She walked away, but before she got out of the room she mentally asked the professor, "Do you know where Remy went?"

"I did not read where he planned to go," The professor replied, "But Cerebro could always tell me if I wanted to know."

Jean nodded and walked out of the room.

"Watch me strike a match on all mah wasted time," Rogue sang in her room, "as far as ah'm concerned. You're jus 'nother picture tah burn." She sighed and plopped on her bed. In her pocket she found the Queen of Hearts card that Gambit gave her. She looked it over. "The Queen of Hearts, My lucky lady," as Remy so described it. And he gave it to her.

Ever since Gambit came into the mansion, he and Rogue had been inseparable. But not once did Remy ever let her know that he loved her. Remy knew that Rogue could not be touched, meaning no kissing, or any sort of touch, even a hug, unless she was completely covered with clothes. He had a charm on people, especially ladies, but Rogue would not let him know that she was charmed by him, though she secretly was. Only she called him Remy. Everyone else at the mansion called him Gambit.

Rogue looked at the card once again. Did Gambit love her? She growled and threw the card to the ground. Suddenly she heard a knock at the door. She got up, opened the door, and found Jean standing at the door.

"Hi Rogue," Jean greeted her cheerfully, "I…" was all she could say before Rogue closed the door on her. She sighed. Did Jean want to cause more trouble for her?

Jean, on the other hand, was trying to be patient with Rogue. "Rogue," she knocked on the door.

"Go away!" Rogue yelled. "If ya wanna talk, why don'tcha jus read mah mind instead!"

Jean sighed. "I'm doing this for your own good," she replied. She waited for Rogue to unlock the door, but she did not. Jean then used her mind to unlock the door from the outside. She then opened the door and walked in.

"Are ya serious?" Rogue groaned. "Why do ya wanna talk to me anyway?" She then walked over to the door and slammed it. Rogue sighed and plopped on the bed. She turned the other way to try and ignore Jean.

Jean looked around Rogue's room. She found a card on the ground. With her mind, she brought it up to her face and examined it over. Jean knew it belonged to Gambit. She gasped when she realized it was the Queen of Hearts. Jean looked at the sullen Rogue who lay on the bed, and smirked. "Who did this come from?" she asked like any teenage girl would, with a little hint of suspicion in her voice that teased Rogue. Since she would not look at the card, Jean used her mind to move the card in front of Rogue.

Rogue growled and snatched the card from Jean. Why did Jean want to know so badly? Since when did the popular queen want to know about her life? Rogue always thought that she was too busy spending time with Scott. In fact, if there was anyone that she would tell her feelings about this to, it would be Kurt, Kitty since she was her roommate, or Logan, since he was a father towards her. Rogue did not want to lose her control in front of Jean, so she just decided to ignore her and maybe the girl would read her mind or get the idea that she did not want to be bothered.

Jean sat down on her bed, and smiled. "I noticed you're not wearing such dark make-up anymore. In fact, it seems as if you're not wearing any at all. I think you look prettier without all the make-up. Is the reason why you're wearing less make-up because of Gambit? I mean you stopped wearing so much make-up when…"

Rogue groaned and sat up. "Listen here Jean," she looked Jean in the eyes and replied, "If you're here tryin to find out if Gambit an' I are datin, lemme let you in on somethin." She paused to let the suspense build up inside the telepath. Jean leaned in closer with a smile on her face as she waited for Rogue to say something. "REMY AND I AIN'T DATIN! WE'RE JUST ACQUAINTANCES IS ALL! SO I SUGGEST YOU STOP SNOOPIN IN ON MAH BUSINESS!" Rogue yelled back at her.

"Remy eh?" Jean asked with a smirk on her face.

Rogue covered her mouth. Oops. "Remy," how would she explain this? "Remy is his real name," she told Jean. "Only his friends call him that."

"So you're his friend?" Jean asked, and Rogue nodded. "And maybe something more, Queen of Hearts." She smiled.

Rogue did not answer but looked away. The only reason that Remy and she bonded was because they were both from the South and loved it there. But when Rogue and Gambit first met, it was if there was bond between them. Yet then again, it was probably his charm working on her again. However back in New Orleans, it seemed as if he really liked her, until she found out he was using her. But then Remy gave her the Queen of Hearts, and that was when she was really confused. And well after the Apocalypse battle, he came along and joined the Xmen, just as Professor saw in his vision. She and the rest of the Xmen stayed inside, preparing for the war the professor feared. With school done for the year, well at least for the Xmen it was and well with Mr. McCoy as a tutor, the Xmen spent most of their time inside. Remy and she spent a lot of time together.

"Why don't we just find him?" Jean asked interrupting her thoughts, "If what you fear is true, then you know it's best to drop him. But if he's not, then you can come back happy."

"What I fear?" Rogue asked suspiciously.

"I know what you fear," Jean replied calmly. "Every girl wonders this. 'Is he cheating on me by meeting another girl?' Well now you can find out!"

Well that was not exactly what Rogue was thinking. In fact, it was the last thing she was thinking about. Rogue was thinking that he had gone back to stealing again and joined the Thieves Guild again. She had been secretly working with Gambit on that little vice of his. Even though he was also working with the professor, she wanted to help in her own way. But she was not going to let Jean know this, so she replied, "Two things wrong with your problem. What are we gonna do when we find him? And how are we gonna find him?"

Jean smiled, "We don't have to talk to him once we find him. We can just be spies and stand watch from the back. And as for finding him, I've got an idea."