Rogue followed behind her classmates, keeping her distance from people like normal. It'd been 3 months since the Statue of Liberty incident and Logan had been gone for those 3 months. Though he did do one thing before leaving in search of his past. He and the professor had surprised her with adoption papers. Logan was going to be her legal guardian. The best gift she had ever been given. Those papers showed she was not alone. She had a family.

Her class was on a field trip in Chicago and she was a little nervous because there were so many people on the streets and she didn't want to accidentally absorb someone and absorb more memories that would run lose in her mind. She really wanted to go to New Orleans. She missed Southern food and wanted to visit a place in the south. It had been between New Orleans and Chicago, and the class majority voted for Chicago.

She sighed. Remembering the news she had gotten the other day.

The professor said she would probably never get control, but they would continue their sessions and he would see what he could do about the foreign memories and personalities running through her head. So far nothing has been done. She still is frequently plagued by Logan and Magneto's nightmares.

She passed a window of a vintage shop and saw an outfit that was obviously from the '70s era. She smiled, wondering what she would look like in bell bottoms.

All of a sudden here was a large explosion from the right and chaos ensued.

Rogue couldn't see anything through the dust and began to panic.

She felt someone grab her and she used her training from the danger room and got out of their grasp, elbowing them in the face.

She struggled to get her gloves off when she heard the person growl.

"It's all your fault!" The female voice said viciously into her ear.

And then Rogue felt a shove and she was falling.

Then the world went black.

"Chere? Are you okay, chere?" Rogue heard someone talking to her, shaking her shoulders.

She opened her eyes and was blinded by a bright light above her. She blinked and groaned as she turned form the bright ceiling lights.

"What's going on? Where am I?"

"That's what Gambit would like to know, chere. Seeing as how you just dropped onto his bed."

Rogue was suddenly aware and everything came crashing down on her. "Oh my god. That bitch sent me through a portal." It was the only way to explain how she was no longer with her classmates or the X-Men. The X-Men would never leave her alone to wake up with a stranger in a strange place.

She took in her surroundings and quickly noticed the newspaper sitting by the bed. She grabbed it with dread spreading throughout her body. "1975?" She exclaimed.

She turned to the man who had been talking to her.

He wore sunglasses, had long, tied up hair, and was probably the hottest guy she had ever seen.

"Is this date right? 1975?"

"Gambit thinks you done hit your head on the way in."

Rogue looked at him with a questioning glance. "Gambit?"

"My name, chere. And yours?"

"Rogue."

"Strange name. What kind of name is Rogue?"

Rogue let out a chuckle, remembering the last time she was asked this question by the man she sees as a father. "What kind of name is Gambit?" She shot back, again smirking at the inside joke.

"Remy Lebeau at your service."

"Until I find out what's going on just call me Rogue. Can you please answer my question now?! Is this the right date?"

"Gambit got that paper dis mornin'." He said with a nod.

"Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit…." Rogue started going off in a tangent of curses. "What the hell kind of power is that!? Sending people back in time? What the bloody hell?!"

Gambit started following what the beautiful woman who had dropped from heaven into his bed said. "Time?"

Rogue stopped ranting, remembering there was someone there. She was in someone's room. "Ah am so sorry. Ah'll jus' be leavin' now…" She froze as she stood up. "Can you tell me where I am?"

"N'awlins." Gambit was trying to follow what the dame was saying.

"Dammit! One moment you're on a class trip to Chicago in 2014 and then attacked by some crazy mutant person and the next the crazy mutant person shoved you into 1975 New Orleans." Rogue began to hyperventilate. How was everyone else? Were they looking for her? The professor wouldn't be able to find her with cerebro. How the hell was she supposed to get back?! Logan was going to be so pissed when he found out. The professor would have to contact him. Logan was officially her guardian now. He was gonna flip.

Gambit saw Rogue falling and went to catch her by her arm. Rogue looked down quickly, remembering she'd been fighting to get her gloves off when she was pushed through the portal. She saw Gambit's hand about to touch her bare skin. "NO! DON'T TOUCH…"

It was too late and skin touched skin. And when she got loose the Cajun passed out.

"Ugh…I do not have time for this." Rogue scoffed at her choice of words. Time!? That was a power she didn't even know was possible even among the mutants but now here she was.

With no way to get back.

Rogue sighed, looking at the Cajun and then she felt the memories invade her mind. Running rampant like everyone else's. She pushed it to the back of her head the best she could do. They would come back in her dreams, or even nightmares depending on his past.

"Gambit?" She poked him in the ribs with her foot, keeping her skin away from him. He groaned but didn't move. She looked down and saw something laying next to him and picked it up. It was a playing card and it was turning red in her hands. She threw it down and then it made a small explosion surprising her into a scream and waking the unconscious Cajun.

"What…"

Rogue looked back down at the man and sighed. "Ah am so sorry. I tried to warn yah but it was too late."

Gambit was still groggy, not understanding what happened.

Seeing his confusion Rogue explained "It's mah mutation. When I touch people they get hurt. I take their memories, personality, and in mutants cases…" Rogue pointed where the card had made a small explosion. "I temporarily take their powers."

Gambit listened quietly. "And…..why ya' not covered up now? And ya have mah memories up dar?"

Rogue thought of her options. This man was a mutant. The date of 1975 meant there were not much about mutants out to the public yet. This was one of the few people she could trust. Hopefully. He was a stranger but Logan always said trust your instincts. Her instincts told her to trust him. She decided to answer the second question first before getting into how and why she was there.

She smiled sheepishly. "I don't mean to take them. The run rampant up there though. I don't know what I'll get or when until it happens. I just shove them to the back of my mind and hope for no more nightmares. I have quite a few due to some of the people I was forced to absorb not too long ago. It's actually worse when the person holds on for too long…"

Remy watched as her eyes shifted and her hand seemed to unconsciously reach up to her white streaks. She quickly noticed and moved her hand from the white in her hair.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to take you're personal memories. I have no way of controlling it. I can't block the memories that come in and I can't control he power I take in either." She was on the verge of tears so she just stopped talking. She was giving out a lot of information but she was nervous and scared. She was almost 40 years in the past. She shouldn't even be thought of yet. Hell, her mama and daddy hadn't even met yet.

Gambit watched her ramble, looking at her beauty. He'd seen many dames. But this one was beautiful. He'd never seen such a beauty. He shook his head, remember she was a strange woman who appeared to also be a mutant. A dangerous one at that.

"And again, why are you not covered up?"

A flash of anger came appears on her face before she calmed down. "Look, I'll tell you everything that lead me here, but I want to ask you for your help. I don't know anyone in this time."

Gambit looked at her like she was insane again.

"Don't look at me like that."She snapped. "Just hear my story out first.

Gambit made a motion for the woman to go on.

"So I was on a class trip to check out the museums and other sights when from what I can gather a group of mutants or maybe one I don't know attacked out of no where. There was a huge explosion, I felt someone grab me. I fought back and they got pissed and next thing I know I'm waking up to some stranger in his bed in New Orleans 1975. I was shoved through the portal as I was fighting to take off my gloves."

Gambit wasn't sure what to make of this, staring at her skeptically.

"Ah know it sounds crazy, but Ah'm scared. I don't understand what's happening." Rogue thought of how to show that she was telling the truth. "Mah IPOD!" She exclaimed.

Gambit gave her another odd look as Rogue searched her pockets and pulled out her new IPod touch Logan had sent her for her 17th birthday last week.

Gambit gave another odd look at her. Rogue searched her pocket and pulled out her IPod touch. "This won't exist for over 30 years."

Gambit took the device, not knowing what she was handing him. He stared at her with an odd look. She groaned and grabbed it turning it on. Showing out it worked. Gambit's eyes widened and he took off the shades hiding his unique eyes.

Rogue saw the man's eyes and though they were strange they made him even more handsome. Gambit realized she was staring into his eyes and went to put the glasses back on. "No, don't. There nice to look at. They make me think of warmth and comfort. Which is something Ah kinda need right now." She sighed trying to hold back her tears. That was weakness. "Ah just wanna go home. Ah don't even know if mah friends are all right."

Gambit stared at her. No one had ever complimented his eyes. Every woman he came across also ran away after seeing his eyes. Gambit was fascinated by this woman.

Gambit looked back at the IPOD as she called it and at the heartbreaking looking in the woman's eyes. He sighed. Against all his better judgements, he felt the need to help this girl. For the first time ever he felt the need to protect someone other than himself. "Ok. Ah'll help y'."

Rogue's eyes lit up and she smiled wide. Gambit about lost it there. Her smile sent a surge of warmth through him making him feel butterflies in his stomach. Something he never feels. And she liked his eyes. Didn't see them as devil eyes but as something no one has ever described them as. "But Ah don't know how." He saw her eyes somewhat dim.

"I figured. That kind of power…I didn't even know it existed."

"Chere, can you explain your power a little more to me."

"Well…when I touch people I take their life source, I guess. I get there memories, but those just run rampant around my head. An if it's a mutant I temporarily take their power. I also gain personality. After a memory comes to the forefront of my mind, the personality returns."

"So the memories and powers remain permanently, but the powers don't?"

She shrugged. "I guess."

"Remy thinks if you can control your powers and get the memories and personalities under control, you could call forth those powers whenever you want."

Rogue looked like she was going to cry. "But the professor said I'd never get it under control."

"Well this professor doesn't have a power that is based on skin and contact now does he?"

She hesitated, wondering where he was going with this. "No…"

"Well I do. Who better qualified to help you than someone whose power is like your's. When I first came into my powers I blew up everything I touched, but I finally got it under control."

Rogue felt hope surge through her. "You really think I can gain control?"

"Oui. I may not be able to get you back to your time, but I can help you touch again."

Remy felt a mixture of emotions through his empathy. Hope. Fear. Gratefulness. Despair.

"I've always wanted control. But I'm stuck here with no way home. I have no one here."

"Y'have moi, chere."

Rogue gave a small smile. "But I wanna go home. Ah have no where tah go here."

Gambit sighed. This woman made him feel things he never thought he'd feel. "Y' can stay with moi. But y' have to help Gambit with some of his jobs." Gambit gave a wicked grin that went straight into Rogue's soul.

She gave him a suspicious look. "What's your job?"

"All in good time, chere. But I can help you gain the control. Can see if y'r powers work the same as Gambit's, oui? And maybe we will run across another mutant with those powers. Don't give up hope. You'll find a way."

Rogue's eyes shone with hope.

"Though Gambit would like a kiss if it works."

"If you help meh get control Ah'll give you a kiss you'll never forget."

Gambit smiled. "Ah wouldn't doubt it. Now, how bout helpin' Gambit with that job now, chere."

"You're a thief!"Rogue hissed out.

Gambit gave her a smile that about melted her. "Gambit like de adventure."

Rogue couldn't deny she agreed. She felt an adrenaline rush she'd never had before. So she sucked it up and looked back at Gambit and smiled a smile that said everything.

She was up for this adventure.

"So yah gonna teach meh thieving 101 or what, swamp rat?" She smirked, finding the banter easier than with anyone else.

Gambit smirked back. "Y're learning from the best, ma river rat." Rogue beamed back and Gambit's heart skipped a beat. He shook his head before he could get caught up in her emerald eyes.

They were in a museum, about to taking a portrait worth thousands. The compensation was steep and then Remy would be able to have downtime before he had to take another job.

"Just don't touch anything and stay 'ere while I navigate."