AN/ I AM SO PSYCHED! AHAHAHAHAAA! I just watched yesterday's game. NEW ORLEANS WON THE KICKOFF GAME! AAAAAHHHHHH! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D And that makes me want to do something! I'm a fairly boring person, so when I say 'do something' I mean write. Lucky for you guys, eh? On with the show!

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Rogue's POV

I was just hanging out outside, over in the gardens, when I heard the scream. I jumped up, scattering the books I had with me all over the ground. As soon as I looked toward the mansion, my eye was drawn to the pool. There was something thrashing around. Something small—Xandy!

I hopped over a couple of hedges in my rush to get over there. I saw someone dash out of the back door of the mansion, but paid no attention as I jumped into the water in the middle of the pool and grabbed Xandy. He clung to my shoulders, and I was thankful for the cold weather that had pushed me to wear a turtleneck.

"Rogue! Xandy!" I'm pretty sure that was Remy, but it could have been Storm or Jean, they had come out with him, and I had water in my ears.

Remy kneeled at the poolside, and picked me up out of the water bridal style. Damn. The guy is strong. I might look light, but everything on my body is muscle, and muscle weighs more than fat. And Xandy's pretty big for a five-year old, tall. Must get it from his daddy.

"You deux okay?" He asks us. Xandy nods. Gambit looks at me expectantly.

"Uhh… Yeah." Wow. I'm just so amazingly graceful. Gawd.

And then he carries us both to the mansion. All the way. I could drool. Not only is he tall and handsome as hell, he's strong and a gentleman. I really really hope that Jeannie isn't hearing any of this, I would never ever live it down. What? You didn't expect me to just fall for the Swamp Rat and pledge my undying love, did you? Need I remind everyone that my skin kills people… guns don't kill people, nuh-uh. I kill people, with my skin.

Damn. Now I just ruined that song for myself.

"Rogue?" someone asks. They're all looking at me funny. I think they were asking me a question.

"Uh… Sure." I hope that's right.

"Oh. Well, t'anks f' de show, den, p'tite," Remy says with an exaggerated glance at my chest. I think the question was probably along the lines of: "Hey, do you know you're sweater is white and you're drenched?"

"Oh! Ah…" I really don't have anything to say to that. I have since been relieved of Xandy by Storm, but Remy is still carrying me. He sets me down and peels of his wet (my fault) red polo, and hands it to me. I put it on gratefully.

"Uhm. Ah should get changed," I say as I walk toward the stairs. My room is one of the ones in the right-hand wing, where the instructor's dorms and the professor's office are. I have to say, It's a lot nicer than sharing with kitty had been.

I really hope Remy lets me live this down. What was I thinking, white sweater and no bra? Lord.

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Remy's POV

I went out to the car and got our suitcase, then Stormy showed me to a room in the instructor's wing. She set Xandy on the counter in the connected bathroom, still sobbing and coughing and still dripping wet.

"Merci, Stormy." She just nodded and smiled warmly before leaving.

I rummaged through the suitcase, trying to find some PJ's for Xandy. Well, there's something I need to buy. Instead I grabbed one of my t-shirts. It would completely swallow him up.

"Pere?" he called from the bathroom. I practically sprinted the few feet to the bathroom.

"'M right here, chere." He leapt into my arms.

"Ever'ting was all black an' cold!" I gulped at that. I hadn't realized just how close he had been to… No. I won't go there.

"You gonna be fine, p'tite." I had him change into the t-shirt after he dried off.

A bit later, after I had gotten him Greta Gator, I held him as he fell asleep. I had to suppress a sob, lest I wake up the child sleeping on my chest. One day. We've been gone one day and he's already been in danger because of my brainlessness twice. Oh, god. He was so much safer with a whole guild looking after him. I'm a terrible father. What was I thinking! I will never be able to pull this off. I'm a single parent. The thought shocks me.

How did he end up like this? Oh, right. Bitch-a-donna. I thought I loved her. Hell, I had loved her. And she turned around and shoved that love down my throat hard enough to make me want to throw it up.

I really need a drink.

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AN/ Short chapter. And kinda (okay, really) angsty at the end. But, whatta ya gonna do? He's a single parent. And Belladonna's a total bitchbag. I'll post more later!

Sorry it's so short, but this is the second chapter I've put out today. All those reviews in my inbox just psyche me out and make me wanna write! That, and my saints won the kickoff game. WOOOOOO! Haha! That's right Minnesota, you ain't got nothin! Sorry to any Vikings fans out there, but damn! XD Woooo! SAINTS!

lol sorry. Write more later.

—Zandra :3