Darkness fading away to morning light as I slowly allowed my eyelids to crack open. I sat up slowly, taking in my surroundings. That was the weirdest dream… Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and standing up, I stretched my arms above my head as I walked over to the closet. Quickly getting dressed, and proceeding down to the Dining Room for breakfast.

Walking into the Dining Room, everyone was sitting around the table, eating, chatting, and generally enjoying each other's company. Spotting a familiar Cajun, and went and sat down next to him. Quickly filling my plate up with breakfast goodies.

"Morning Cherè, did you sleep well?" Gambit asked, leaning in and placing his elbow on the edge of the table and resting his head in his hand.

I shrugged as I poured syrup on the plate, "I suppose so. I did have a crazy dream last night though."

Gambit perked up slightly, and smirked, "Oh really? An' what was this crazy dream a yours?"

"I dreamt that I had lost all of my memories. It was really scary, but now that I think about it, it's kinda silly really." Gambit gave a solemn look as I chuckled, "What's with that look?"

"It wasn't a dream, Cherè." He said, taking my bare hand in his. "This is…"

Shooting up out of bed, I frantically looked around. This room, the furniture, even the curtains—it was all so familiar, yet so distant. I want to remember. Why can't I remember? I tugged at my hair, How do I even know this is really me? Sure, I can see my reflection in the mirror, but how do I know that it's really me? I don't even know who I am… That was when the tears began streaming down my cheeks. I hurriedly tried to wipe them away, but more and more kept forming. "Stop it…"

A knock at the door almost made me jump out of my skin, "Rogue? Are you awake, Cherè?" The door cracked open and Gambit peeked in. "Cherè…" He said quietly, walking in and over to the bed. He sat down on the edge and motioned like he was going to place his hand on top of mine, but then stopped himself. "It's alright, Rogue. We'll figure out what happened to you, and we'll help you get your memories back." He cracked a small grin, "We wouldn't want you ending up like ole' Wolverine now would we?"

I wiped my eyes one more time with the back of my hand, "Wolverine?"

Gambit looked a bit shocked, "So you don't even remember him, do ya?" He looked around, and rubbed the back of his neck like he was thinking. "Remy don't even know how to begin to describe Wolverine."

A sudden, gruff, and unfamiliar voice coming from the door frame caused both of us to jump. "Why would you need to describe me, bub?"

"Wolverine!" Gambit quickly jumped up from the bed. He cleared his throat, and seemed to have a nervous disposition about him. "Well, Wolverine, ya see… There's a real funny story about all of this, and—"

"Rogue has, for some reason, lost all of her memories." Kurt answered, as he walked past Wolverine and into the bedroom. "Good morning, Rogue." He smiled.

Wolverine looked shocked, "Lost her… What do you mean she's lost her memories?!" He yelled, quickly turning his gaze to Gambit, "I swear, Gumbo, if this is somehow your fault…"

"Me?!" Gambit snapped back, "Why is it that every time something goes amiss, it's automatically Remy's fault?"

"Cause you're trouble, and you tend to take other's down with you when you decide to make bone-headed moves." Wolverine growled. Gambit looked taken aback, but didn't reply.

"Logan!" I yelled, "Stop blaming Remy for everything!" Everyone was staring at me now in disbelief. I gasped, slowly bringing my hands up to cover my mouth. "Logan…" I muttered, tears beginning to form yet again.

"Stripes…" Logan's voice became much calmer, "Don't worry, kid, we'll figure this out. Your case probably ain't nothing like mine. We'll get this sorted out with the Prof, only problem is he's in Scotland."

"Professor?" I asked, trying to wipe up my face.

"Alles gut, Rogue. The Professor is the one who brought us all here, remember?" Kurt said, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.

I shook my head slowly, "Not at all… This is the worst feeling… I know that I should remember all of this, but I just… I just can't."

"Don't worry, Cherè. It's gonna be okay." Gambit said.

"I hate to agree with that Cajun, but he's right. Once the Prof gets back, we'll have him help ya figure out whatever this is." Logan let a small smile show, "Now come on, it's time for breakfast. So all of you need to get down there." He turned and began walking back out the door, stopping only just short of the hall. "Oh, and Rogue." I looked up to him, "Try to avoid conversation, alright? The last thing we want is everyone swarming you about you losing your memories and such. Got it?" I nodded, which Logan returned and left.

Kurt grinned, "Well then, I'll meet you two downstairs. Gotta get to the pancakes before Kitty does." With that, he turned on his heel and quickly walked out the door as well.

"Kitty?" I questioned, looking up at Gambit, who was the only other one left in the room now.

"Your old roommate. Petite, perky, says 'like' just about every other word." I quirked an eyebrow at him, and he just smiled. "Don't worry about it, Cherè. Here, why don't ya get ready and Remy will wait for ya in the hall, yeah?" He smiled again at me, and left, closing the door behind him.

With a sigh, I stood up out of bed. I had might as well hurry. I don't want to keep him waiting out there all morning... Quickly going into the bathroom, and getting in the shower, I didn't waste any time. Once out of there, I opened the wardrobe. What the…? Why is everything so dark? I pulled out a long-sleeved purple top. And not only that, but everything is long-sleeved. Is this really what I'd wear? Putting the long top back in the wardrobe, I dug through the back of it for what seemed like forever. Finally, I found a light blue tanktop. Grabbing and throwing it over on top of the bed, I reached in and just grabbed a simple pair of black skinny jeans. Finally, I was dressed. Brushing my hair, and my teeth, I stopped one last time in front of the mirror. All of this seems so surreal…

I finally opened the door, and saw that Gambit was leaning against the wall, playing with a deck of cards. "Messing around with your cards again?"

Gambit grinned, and pulled a card out from the middle of the deck, holding it up, it was the queen of hearts. He looked up, and looked like he was going to make a sarcastic remark, but stopped himself. "Mon Dieu… Cherè, you look good." He said with a grin, and then tilted his head to the side slightly. "Although, Remy don't remember you owning anything that wasn't black, green, or purple. Didn't even think that, that shade a blue existed to ya."

I looked down at myself and then back up at Gambit. "Yeah, it took me forever to find something that wasn't depressing. Do I really wear all of that?"

Gambit nodded, "You do; although, Remy could get used to this." He grinned. "But Cherè, don't ya think that you cover up a bit more?"

"Cover up?" I questioned. "Why would I need to cover up? Is there some sort of dress code here?"

Gambit chuckled, and rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, kinda. Just trust ole Remy on this one, you should probably cover up, at least your arms."

Shrugging to myself, I quickly ran in and grabbed the first jacket in the wardrobe; which, of course, was black, and then went back out to the hall with Gambit. Slipping it on, I gave Gambit a playfully sarcastic look. "Better?"

"Oui" He smiled. "Now then, let's get downstairs before old Wolverine loses his temper again."

Nodding to him, we walked downstairs in comfortable silence. I wonder what the deal is with this dress code. I suppose that would explain all of the sheer and long-sleeved clothing in my wardrobe. I can worry about that later though, right now I just need to survive this breakfast.