Hey everybody! Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. My school has been doing CRT's and I absolutly loath them. So here is a new chapter, hope that you enjoy!

Chapter Ten

Xavier looked at the two Southerners sitting on the other side of his desk. Both looked worried and slightly embarassed. Charles sighed heavily when he noticed that Rogue had replaced her impenetrable walls once more. She was not going to admit to anything, or open up, without a fight. He had no doubt about who would win, and it wasn't him.

"So, what were you saying to Remy, Rogue. What can't I know?" His voice was as calming as he could make it. He didn't want her thinking that he was trying to attack her, or back her into a corner. She didn't answer, just slumped lower into the cushion of the chair. The proffessor turned his black gaze over to Remy. "Well, are you going to tell me?"

The cajun wondered about whether or not to reply. He wasn't sure what the man may do with the information that he might give him. Gambit cast a look over at his cherie. Her hair was slightly out of place, her hands shook behind the desk. She looked at him from the corner of her heavily mascaraed eye. The look was pleading. That one look sealed his fate, made him deside. He wasn't going to tell the proffessor. He would let Rogue if she wanted too, but he wasn't going to say a word.

Charles saw the look that the young girl had given Gambit. He saw the determination ease into the boy's eyes. Niether of them were going to discuss what he had witnessed. "Fine. If niether of you are going to tell me what happened, I will just have to tell the two of you what I think went on." He watched Rogue's eyes as he said this. He expected terror, or embarassment.

What he saw was different. What he was stone. Her eyes had gone cold and distant.

"Remy no want yah t'inkin' dah worst o' 'im. Remy and 'is cher not do anyt'ing wrong." The rajun cajun said in a deep voice, looking right into Xavier's eyes. He wasn't going to let this man tell him what they had or hadn't done. He had not been there to witness the beauty of Rogue's momontary flight. And he'd be damned if the man was going to tarnish what had happend by turning it into something filthy.

Proffessor Xavier smirked. He had known that one of them would react in someway to his simple words. "Really? Than why not tell me exactly what did happen between you two that is such a secret? Are you afraid that I am going to punish you for something that you claim you didn't do?"

Remy was about to open his mouth, when Rogue stood up suddenly. She pushed her chair back and walked over to the duel doors. Stopping right before exiting, she turned and regarded them both. "Why not think the worst, when yah know nothing could ever possibly 'appen? Why not dig dat knife in deeper? Yah claim to trust meh, but that only goes so far, as long as Ah am risking mah sanity for the sake of yer lifes mission. Yah can think whatever yah want, cause yah know it's ah lieh." With those words, the goth turned and dissappeared from the room.

Gambit turned burning eyes onto to the older man. "Yah shouldn't a done dat. Yah gone and mad Remy's cherie madder den dah bloomin' 'atter. Yah going tah apologize tah 'er, or yah aint gonna 'ave a 'ouse tah come 'ome tah anymore." He said calmly, his voice sinceare. He ment every word.

The older man looked at him with cool eyes. He sighed. "Of course I am going to apologize. Also, I wanted to talk to you Mister LeBeau."

"What about?"

"The real reason I sent Rogue out to recruit you."

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Danger Room

Logan huffed as he ran a hand through his damp hair. That workout had been exactly what he had needed to get himself calm. Eversense Gumbo had been at the mansion, his stress level had been through the roof. Not to mention the fact that he was worried about Rogue.

Before Gumbo had arived she had been opening up to him little bits at a time. She had been laughing slightly whenever he joked or yelled at one of the new recuits. But in the three weeks that man had been there, she seemed to be moving in on herself. It had him worried that she might be heading towards heart break.

The very subject of his thoughts went storming by as he exited the Danger Room. her eyes were set and angry. her hair was slightly ruffled as if she had been running for a long time. Worst of all, she didn't even react when she passed him.

"ROGUE!" She stopped dead in her tracks, than slowly turned on him. He walked over to her, and looked at her more closely. It looked like she wanted to punch someone.

"Yeah Logan? What yah need, sug?" Even her voice was angry. It made the rabid wolverine unsettled.

"You alright Stripes? You've been kind of out of it scince Gumbo showed up." He reached out and ruffled her hair. "You want to talk about it?"

Rogue was tempted to reach out and take comfort in her falther-like teacher's arms. To spill her heart out to the only person she trusted. But she couldn't. Everyone she had trusted with her heart had torn it out and stomped on it. She knew Logan wouldn't, but she was still overly cousious. "Nah, Ah'm fine. Just a little tired, dats all. Thanks for yer concern." She smiled slightly before continuing on her way.

Wolverine watched her slouch off. He needed to talk to that damn cajun, and soon.

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With Xavier and Gambit

"What you talkin' about prof?" His voice dropped an octive as he looked suspiciously at the old man.

Charles knew that he had to choose his words carefully. One slip and he might end up serching for two runaways. He needed them both here. But, even with his want to keep most of his thoughts secret, he knew that the young man infront of him would take no less than the truth.

"Rogue, as you know, is very different. Even my mutant standereds, her gifts are extremely unethical. No other mutant in documented istory had had her gifts. But, I believe that is because her poweres were infact chosen just for her. I believe that Rogue is the only person who could handle them, even in the unstable state they have manifested themselves in. But there is one flaw.

"Rogue longs for the ability to touch. She craves that feeling so much that it risks driving her insane. Now, this is why I have had you brought here. I believe that you, Mr. LeBeau, have the ability to break through her stone walls, and help her gain control. I believe that if she cares for you, then her powers may finish developing sooner.

"Judging by the look on your face, you don't believe me. However, you should. Ever scince meeting you and talking to you, her control has gradually begun to develop. She believes that I am unaware of her secret, but it is hard to keep secrets form someone who can scence when power is being used. I know what happened in the library. Not exactly, but I know she was unconciously using her gifts. She was able to access someone elses, am I right?" Remy nodded dumbly. "I believe that is because you were there. Her subconcious is highly aware of you. It fights to be neer you. It fights the only way it can, by activating her power.

"By keeping you around, we may be able to get Rogue to the point where she could possibly touch. Don't you want to help with that? Don't you want to see the smile on her face as she holds your hand?" Xavier said. It was a half truth. There was more, but he wasn't going to mention that. He was not going to admit to this young man that he feared Rogue. That he, the most powerful telepath to ever live, was scared of an eighteen year old girl.

Gambit looked at the man infront of him. He stared intently at the wheelchair, facinated my it's shine. He was affecting Rogue's control? He was helping her to master her gifts? How in bloody hell was he helping her? Him, the cutthroat thief with no limits? This man was either completely of his block, or the old guy was right.

It was true, he had never seen her use another power, except when under Mastermind's control. Yet, she seemed calmer around him. More open than when he had last seen her. Could Xavier be right? Could he accualy help his belle cherie? Could they one day walk along the beach holding hands...

FEAR!!

It shocked him. His red-black eyes went to Charles's. The man was scared. Of what? Of Rogue? Why? What wasn't he telling him?

Remy was tempted to ask, but knew the guy wasn't ready to tell anyone yet. Instead, he fallowed Rogue's example, and stood to walk form the room. When he reached the door, Xavier called out, "Don't tell her yet."

Remy didn't answer as he exited the room, leaving the onlder man to wonder. NO, he wouldn't tell her. He wan't going to spoil her world by say he might be her only chance at happyness, even though lord knows he wanted to .

'Mon Dieu, 'ow Remy want's tah see 'is cherie.'

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There you have it, until next time.

P.S. I am going out of town soon, and wont be able to update for two weeks. Sorry!