A/N:  Okay, so this is AU. They have their powers, Rogue has just gained total control of her powers through Lore (see "More than a Feeling" for Lore/Rogue explanation), who didn't die, and is still with St, John. Rogue left the institute to go to Mississippi to see her family, and Remy went to Louisiana to see Jean-Luc, who is dying. They arrange to meet up, and this is where we pick up the story....

Double Trouble

Wondering into the café where he had agreed to meet Rogue five minutes early, Remy smiled, noticing immediately that she wasn't there. Not unless she was bleached-blonde, and somehow, he doubted that would happen. Ordering a coffee, and flirting with the Waitress, ending up with her number tucked into his pocket, he took the table by the door. A smile on his face, he thought back over the past few weeks. He couldn't believe they'd actually all gotten on. His adopted Father and Brother no longer wanted to kill him for running away years before. He might have to go home more often.... the food always tasted better home-made, not that Rogue and his cooking was bad.... it was just better when someone else made it.... and they didn't put laxative in it.... He almost laughed remembering that. He still had to thank Rogue for that nice little trick.... not that he hadn't deserved it.

The entrance of a bleached-blonde made him look up. Not because of anything in particular, he just felt he had to look. There was something startlingly familiar about the platinum blonde.... He couldn't remember her being any of his one-night stands, so it couldn't be that. She reminded him of someone. The way she walked.... It was something so familiar to him....

"Hi.... Ah left a bag here, earlier.... Could ya get it for meh? Thanks." His eyes widened at the accent, and at the employee's eyes widening, handing over a bad from the safe. The woman turned, her eyes catching his for a moment, and a brief flash of annoyance passing over her face, as well as.... recognition. She hurried outside and Gambit rose, moving outside to follow her.

As he exited the building, he saw her turn the corner to the back of the building and followed. The second he turned the corner, he knew he'd made a mistake. The blonde pushed him up against the wall, pinning him there. Thanks to his hightened perception resulting from his 'family business', he noted instantly that this was Rogue. His Rogue, just with platinum blonde where her brown was, and her two front streaks were dyed black. Maybe she was running from something? He also noticed the lack of protective clothing.

"R-Rogue.... 'S Remy Chere.... y' not remember?" He raised his eyebrow. In return, she pushed his shoulder and stepped away from him.

"Sorry Rem. Ah didn't recognise yah." She shrugged, studying him quickly. "Yah look good Cajun." She smiled a little.

"T'ank y' Cherie. Y' look tres belle." He replied, smiling easily now she wasn't choking him. He opened his mouth to ask about the hair, when she stepped forward and kissed him passionately. He was a little surprised, but only until he realised how much he'd missed her, then he couldn't help himself. One of his hands went around her waist, pulling her closer to him, while the other rested at the nape of her neck.

"HEY! You kids! Get outta here!" The man's angry voice broke his thoughts, and he caught a glimpse of the owner of the café, hiding his and Rogue's faces from view, they muttered an apology and started walking off. "Damn kids.."

Once around the corner, Remy slammed her into the wall, unafraid of hurting her, pressing his body against hers. He pinned her hands to the wall by her side, and leaned in close.

"What de hell was dat f'r Rogue?"

"Why? Didn't yah like it?"

"Remy don' like bein' used Cherie...." She just glared at him, silent, and he couldn't help but wonder about her hair.

"'S okay, Ah know yah liked it." She smiled. "Ah could tell." Her hand trailed down his front to the top of his trousers, and he noticed when she meant immediately. It was a little hard not to.

"Well Cherie.... A belle femme t'rows herself at y'.... 'S a li'l hard t' control." He smirked. "'though Remy know one way dat get rid o' it quick."

"In yah dreams." She stated simply, looking around for any guards or anything. "So, yah early Rem. Ah thought we were meeting next week."

"Non Cherie.. .t'day. Y' miss me dat much," He pouted. "Dat y' f'rgot 'bout dis Cajun?"

"No.... Ah was hopin' ya'd forgotten Swamp Rat." Her voice was colder than it had ever been, although this was still unmistakably Rogue.

"Remy know y' love 'im really."

"As Ah said Swamp Rat.... In.... Yah.... Dreams." She pushed him off and ducked under his arm, starting walking again. Despite the fact that she was leaving him behind, she made it obvious that he was to follow.

"Rogue..... Cherie.... Wait!" He was hurting. That had REALLY hurt. Before they parted, that was the last thing she'd said to him. That she loved him, and that she always would. He'd said it back as well.... in French.

Something was seriously wrong with her. She was acting odd.... and it had taken till now, following her to where-ever, before he realised. He could have sworn this wasn't his Rogue, but she looked like her, spoke like her, walked like her, and Only Rogue could possibly kiss like that. So what had happened since they'd parted ways a month ago? What had made this change to her personality, and why did he get the feeling that whatever she was doing, it was about as legal as him stealing the Crown Jewels*, whilst the Queen of England was wearing them.

= I'm English.... It's what I thought of that was worth the most.... I don't know what the US equivalent would be.

A/N: Sorry this is minorly shorter than it should have been, but it seemed like a good place to leave it.