*** I own NOTHING but the story idea.
Remy held Rogue close as the Professor probed her mind. He felt her body grow tense and shake as her breathing became labored. Her emerald green eyes shot open with tears flowing. A pale hand grabbed at the green tank top she wore while she tried to breathe.
"Remy, lay her on her side. Rouge, listen to me, you're having a panic attack. I need you to cover your mouth and nose with your hands and take deep breathes, alright. You'll be okay, just calm down," said Charles. Remy gently rubbed her back as she began to breathe normally. Finally, Rogue sat up with a few stray tears still falling. Xavier allowed Remy to stay with Rogue for the night in order to calm her nerves. Once he left, Gambit lifted the covers up and slid into bed beside her. Rogue laid her head on his well- defined chest and he wrapped his arms around her. Tenderly, he stroked her face, wiping away her final tears.
"Calm down, Chere. It gon' be okay. Shh, Remy's here," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. Finally the pair fell asleep in each others' embrace.
Rogue awoke later that morning in her boyfriend's arms. Craning her neck up, she placed a light kiss on his cheek. A smile formed on his lips and he opened his blood red eyes. Before a word could be said, the alarms went off. The pair threw the covers aside, Rogue running to her closet as Remy raced to his room. He passed Scott in the hall and received a funny look. Rogue ran from her room moments later, armed with a hairbrush to fight the tangles in the multi-colored hair while the Professor briefed them.
"It appears that the Brotherhood and Magneto have join forces for now and are causing mischief. You know what to do. Logan will divide up the teams." Wolverine nodded and turned to them.
"Alright, Storm will lead Elf (Kurt), Half-Pint (Kitty), Porcupine (Evan), and Gumbo (Remy) against the Brotherhood. You guys take the Blackbird," he ordered and they took off, "Shades (Scott), Red (Jean), go get the X-Van. Stripes (Rogue), wait a sec." The girl didn't make eye contact. Logan could smell a mixture of fear and relief coming from her.
"Stripes, you gonna be okay," he asked. She lifted her head to look at him.
"Ah'll be okay Logan. Mah nightmare is still fresh in mah mahnd, that's all," she replied. He gave a disbelieving grunt and climbed into the driver's seat.
