OMG! I'm writing for the Alone and Empty Series! It's only been.. *counts* 5 years. Wow. Honestly, I didn't think I'd write anything for it, but here we go! Funny how inspiration happens at weird times. This isn't a one shot. Its going to be continued as inspiration keeps hitting.

Unbeta-ed! I'm using Wordpad and FF's spellchecker, so please notify me if there's any mistakes!

Anyway... Without further ado, here's chapter 2!

The mansion seemed quiet, even though everyone was in a state of chaos. Rogue had only the strength to watch as everyone went every which way, carrying out specific tasks. She found it funny that every single one of them were busy, considering the amount of occupants, but she couldn't stop one of them for fear of upsetting the precarious balance everything was currently sitting in.

Behind the door at the edge of the hall, Gambit's life was on the line as Beast tried to patch him up.

The whole team had arrived at the park, and every single on of them only gaped at the scene before them and it wasn't until Rogue had yelled at them to help did they move. Kurt, who had hung with Beast now and then had picked up very small amounts of medicine and was able, with the help of Jean, to keep the Alcolyte alive until they made it to the mansion. Rogue was honestly surprised they'd made it this far, but she wasn't complaining. If the Swamp Rat lived, that was fine with her.

But if he died...

She shook her head, cradling it in her hands as she tried to keep her tears in. 'Come on, get a hold of yourself... Cryin won't do ya any good... 'Sides, if Kitty finds you like this, you'll never hear the end of it. She'll be all over ya for the next week makin sure ya are alright...' she thought, taking a ragid breath. A hand on her shoulder startled her, making her elicite a squeak.

"Easy Rogue..." Professor Xavier started, his voice low. "I was wondering if you could tell me what happened. Were you hurt as well?"

"No, Ah'm fine... Ah went out for a walk, and Ah found him like this in the park... Ah tried ta call, but no one answered, and no one came for so long... Ah thought he wasn' goin' to make it..." she said in a rushed speed that could rival Pietro's speedy talk if she really wanted it to. The professor held up a hand before catching her eye a moment.

"Rogue, I am sorry that it took so long for us to get out there... There was a small power surge, and we didn't recieve your message for a bit. It wasn't until Jean picked up on your distress and Ray powered the generators that we learned anything was wrong, and for that I apologize..." he said, looking toward the emergency room. She couldn't help the fear and curiousity she felt then. The professor would be the one who'd probably know first what the situation with Gambit was, and she felt antsy, wanting the information passed on. "Calm yourself Rogue, everything is going alright for the current circumstances."

She took a deep breath as she nodded, trying to dispell the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Scott ran passed them without a second glance, his face set in a determined expression gracing his features. He went straight toward the closed door and passed through it without looking at anyone, causing Rogue to be slightly suspicious. Scott wasn't exactly friendly to those who started off as enemies, and Remy had kidnapped her when they first met.. "Prof?" she questioned, looking at the psychic.

"He's stubborn. I'll be right back Rogue," he said, his chair moving toward the door Scott passed through.

Minutes passed before a soft voice broke Rogue from her reverie. "Rogue?" it wasn't the proffesor, but instead Jean, of all people. The red head looked fairly disturbed or rattled, which was strange to Rogue as the psychic normally always looked the part of perfect. "Are you alright? You've seemed distraught since we came to find you..."

"Wouldn' you be?" Rogue muttered, feeling a small amount of animosity. "Ah mean, he's not a bad guy... he's just messed up with the wrong people... Well, his humor's pretty terrible, but he's not... Nevermind, I'm startin ta ramble..."

"To tell you the truth Rogue, I'd probably react the same as you did," Jean said quietly. "There's nothing wrong with how you handled the situation. I know the both of you have, well, not really a relationship, but a fairly present friendship... So I figured I'd make sure you were doing alright..."

"Ah'm fine... Ah really am..." Rogue sighed, "But Ah'd like to know what Scott was plannin ta do... He was fairly determined to do whatever it was he was goin ta do.."

Jean stiffened, closing her eyes, "Scott's being a jerk right now. He's trying to find some master plan, and was going to try and pester Gambit about it when the surgery was done... I thought he finally took our oppinions, but I was apparently wrong... Did the proffessor go in there to talk him down?"

Rogue nodded, trying to clear her head. She had slightly cringed at the mention of surgery, but the thought of Scott questioning Remy made her stomach twist, espcially with the Swamp Rat in the current state he was in. "Ya... He said he'd be right back... but he's been in there for a while..."

"He's talked Scott out of it," Jean said, her head cocked slightly as she communicated with one of the occupants in the room. "Oh, but they want me to send you in. Hank and the proffessor need to talk to you, and they won't tell me why."

Rogue practically launched from her seat and ran the small distance and burst through the door. Scott was in the corner, arms crossed in a very unhappy position. Hank and the proffessor locked their gazes on her's but she turned to face Remy, who was laying under a blanket, hooked up to a few machines. She quieted the sob that threatened to come over her.

"Rogue, please sit down..." Hank said, leading her to a chair near Remy. Her eyes didn't leave the other's face. She hadn't seen him without the half mask he wore with his battle gear, and she wished she could complete the picture with his eyes open and a smile on his face.

"Rogue, we have some bad news..." the professor started, looking to the Beast. Hank sighed, grabbing his clip board.

"We were able to save his life... His arm was severely broken, but with the right treatment, it'll heal just fine. He's sustained a few broken ribs, and it looks to me as if some wild animal got to him. He had lost a lot of blood by the time he got back here, although, we do have some extra blood on hand. I had to surgically remove an obstruction just past the wound in his side. Infection has become a major threat, although I'm confident it'll go away fairly soon with antibiotics. Unfortunately, he has a severe head wound, and it is, I'm sure, the reason for this... Rogue, Gambit has fallen into a coma. I'm sure you know, the longer a coma lasts, the less the chance of the patient waking up..."

The sob really did escape her throat this time and she turned and, though she was careful not to hit the spots she remembered him being injured, threw her upper body on the bed and her arms curled gently around the Cajun. 'No... It can't be like this! What happened to you Swamp Rat!? Don't do this to me!' she mentally screamed, trying to keep it to herself to save Jean and the proffessor the mental pain. Her eyes locked on the red, green and black jeweled bracelet she'd almost forgotten and felt a tear fall from her eyes.

The machines beeped around those in the room in silent urgency to complete their jobs.