Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, though it would be nice. I have made so small revisions to this chapter.

The air was pulsating with tension; she could feel it as she watched the two men in the street, the hot dusty air swirling around their still figures. Everyone else had taken cover except her; no she had to watch the outcome. Somewhere a horse let out a shrill whine of fear, almost as though it sensed that this confrontation would turn deadly. Across the street she could just barely make out the shapes of people watching from the general store windows and could feel the unseen eyes peeking from the saloon doors behind her. The wind was whipping her auburn locks into her face, mixing with the stark white hairs that framed around it.

The big man standing in the street directly in front of her issued a challenge to the younger man standing opposite him but further away. She strained to listen but the words seem to escape her hearing, almost as if the wind had snatched them away. She could see his hands getting ready to reach for the pistols that rested in the holsters at his hips. Though she could not see his eyes she could almost feel the murderous intent emanating from them.

Fear gripped her heart as her gaze shot to the other man. He was dressed from head to toe in black. His well-muscled frame was barely concealed beneath the black leather duster that would lift and fall gently with each gust of wind. His hands were also poised over the handles of two ivory pistols itching for the moment he would have to spring them forward. His face was hidden under the brim of the black planters hat that reminded her Rhett Butler from "Gone with the Wind", but she was sure he was wearing his trademark smirk. Slowly he lifted his head to glare at his opponent, the smirk set in a grim line across his face. Finally she could see the chiseled features of his face and the hard glint of his eyes. Her heart caught in her throat as he turned those eyes to briefly glace at her, red-on-black meeting with her deep emeralds. There was no fear in them just a flash of intense longing and passion.

She wanted to cry out, to warn him to keep his eyes on the enemy, to not put his life at risk looking at her that way. It happened so quickly; in the instant his head was turned the other man drew his weapon and fired. The blast seemed to shatter the silence around her and she watched in horror as the younger man jerked. A scream left her lips as she watched him fall, trying to will her feet to move towards him. It felt like it took forever to reach him as she dropped to her knees and pulled his head into her lap. His beautiful eyes looked up into hers as his breath became more ragged. She couldn't see through the tears that streamed down her face and almost couldn't hear him speak over the sound of her heart breaking.

"Chere…"

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Rogue shot straight up in he bed her hand gripping her heart. Quickly her eyes scanned the room around her, begging to register that she had not just witnessed the scene her mind kept replaying. She was sitting in her bed at the mansion, her own things surrounded her. There was no saloon or dusty street, just her dresser and her band posters. Across the room her roommate Kitty was snoring softly and outside came the familiar evening sounds of the Bayville night.

It took a moment but Rogue could feel herself start to calm, her heart rate returning to its normal steady thumping. It had felt so real. She had almost felt the heat and the dust of an old fashioned western town. What really bothered her was the remembered fear at seeing him fall, him of all people. She couldn't stand the man who had just occupied her dream, but her body still shivered at the memory. Slowly she lowered herself back down to the pillows and closed her eyes.

That would be the last time she ever watched a western with Kitty before she went to bed.

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The next day appeared to be just like any other around Xavier's school. The younger mutants were all outside playing a no powers barred game of flag football. No one ever won by scoring points; the winner was determined by how many of the opposing team was not in the med lab by the end of it. Rogue found herself in the Rec Room with some of the other older kids.

Kitty was over in the corner teaching her boyfriend Piotr how to use a web cam to speak to his little sister in Russia. Rogue smiled as she watched the two sit with their heads bent together as Kitty pointed out all the different things poor Piotr would have to turn on or click. Sometimes the tiny brunette forgot her boyfriend was not the computer wiz she was. The much larger Russian would be lucky if he did not accidentally smash the tiny camera like he did the last one.

Her furry blue brother Kurt was currently hanging from the chandelier, for all she could figure he was mapping out different targets about the room. He must be planning some new prank to play on Bobby since the younger boy had started a war to see who was King Prankster. From his mutterings Rouge gathered that it would involve butter, shaving cream, honey and a mass amount of feathers. She really would hate to be Bobby.

She was curled up on one of the many lounge chairs with a book propped open in her hands, trying to ignore the man lounging on the couch opposite her. She hadn't been able to meet his gaze all morning after her dream last night. She really had hoped to avoid him completely but he seemed determined to undermine her plan. He merely plopped down across from her right after she got comfy with her book and was even now proceeding to play a game of solitaire on the coffee table that separated them. He wasn't talking which had to be a first, but it also made her more uneasy.

She didn't know why but she found herself sneaking a peek out of the corner of her eye. She never knew what to expect from Remy LeBeau. She couldn't deny that the man was attractive. His shaggy auburn hair fell perfectly around his handsome face. He had gorgeous tanned skin from a childhood spent in the steaming Louisiana summer sun and perfectly toned muscles that were straining against the material of his white t-shirt and dark jeans. Yet by far the feature that always captured her attention were those burning rubies on ash that he called eyes. He was a former thief and a womanizing player, though Kitty was always quick to point out he had yet to take out one other girl since he set his sights on Rogue. Rogue just didn't understand that, she knew her powers made her untouchable and that was a natural challenge to him but lately it had begun to feel different. At times she even had almost convinced herself that he was actually trying to get close to her just to get to know her, and that was frightening. He could have any girl what use was an untouchable one? She was still thinking this when his voice broke the silence causing her to jump slightly.

"Did no one ever tell y' chere it not polite t' stare at people?" he said never once lifting his eyes from the cards in front of him.

She just knew there was a pink tinge to her skin as the blush crept into her cheeks.

"Ah wasn't staring at ya Swamp Rat so get over yourself."

He raised his head slightly to catch the blush on her face. She could deny anything she wanted but Remy knew better. He knew she liked him more then she let on and he was determined to win her over. Never before had he let a woman get so far under his skin. At first he was convinced it was simple attraction, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He figured he would sweep her of her feet have some fun then be done with her. When he found out about her mutation it had become a goal, the ultimate prize to a master thief like him, but then something changed. He began to watch her and listen to her. He saw her pain at not being able to touch, saw the fire and strength in her eyes when she was mad or training and the kindness she showed to others around her though they were afraid to get to close. What really hooked him though was the first time he heard her sincerely laugh, not the sarcastic chuckle she usually used. He had simply been taking a walk around the grounds and he came upon her by accident. She was bent over the fountain in the garden trying to reach her glove that fell in and she didn't see him. She bent a little to far though, causing her to lose her grip on the side and slip partway into the water. He had been waiting to hear a long line of curses knowing her strong temper but was shocked when instead came a laugh that sounded like the tinkling of bells. He felt something in his chest constrict and he knew he was a lost man.

"Y' know y' were chere, but don' worry Remy would never hold it agains' y'. Y' can stare all y' want," he smirked.

"Like ah couldn't find something more interesting to look at?"

"Awe y' wound Remy, and here moi was just sittin' here all nice and quiet just playing with m' cards."

Rogue was getting frustrated now. She was about to get up and storm out when the Professor's voice reverberated in her head.

"Rogue would you please be so kind as to report to my office immediately."

There was no way to argue with a voice in her head, with the voices her powers had created in hers she should know, so Rogue got up and laid her book on the table. She could tell Remy, Kitty and Piotr had all gotten the same message when they too all got up and began following her to the door. Remy only paused long enough to collect his cards.

"Like what do you think the Professor wants," Kitty asked once they reached the main foyer.

"Ah don't know Kit, guess we'll find out once we get there." Rogue replied. Nobody else could tell but she was getting a really bad feeling about this.

A/N: Ok so I am still working on Time Trip but this idea popped into my head, and I can't help it I decided to listen. Hopefully since I am on vacation from work I will be able to get the next chapter of this and the other story up by Saturday. This will be another time travel because I just can't help myself I love history. I hope everyone will like it and please I live for reviews, they keep to creative juices flowing. : )