Downstairs everyone was crowded around a blonde haired girl. She was pale, not as pale as Rogue but pale. She had striking ice blue eyes and a well-defined, curvy body. She was beautiful. Rogue's jaw nearly dropped when she saw her. Her white shirt and pants clung to her, pink lips smiling at the people around her. She looked like an angel. Rogue glanced quickly at Remy, who seemed rather uninterested.

"Rogue, Remy," the Professor sat next to the girl, "This is Emma Frost."

Rogue smiled and extended her gloved hand, "Hi, I'm Rogue. This is my boyfriend Remy LeBeau. Welcome to the Institute."

Emma shook her hand, "Hello, it's very nice to meet you both. I'm looking forward to getting to know everyone," she looked at Remy, "especially you."

"Sorry," he wrapped his arm around Rogue, "I'm already taken by this fille."

She smiled, "We'll see," then walked away.

Remy smirked and kissed Rogue's forehead, "Why don't we go back upstairs so you can rest some more? I can help you relax."

She smiled, "I think Emma wants you to help her relax."

He began to massage he shoulders, "That isn't gonna happen. Come on. We go back upstairs, fix my room then spend the rest of the day watching movies. I'll massage your feet then we can go out for dinner."

"Alright, you win," she sighed, "But no going out for dinner. I'm in the mood for take out."

"We can order something from that Southern place you like," he said as they walked back upstairs.

She kissed his hand, "I love the way you know me."

They lay on his bed. All the furniture had been put back in place. The carpenters had laid the carpet while Rogue was in surgery. They'd already been paid and left. Rogue inhaled deeply, feeling exhausted. Remy lay next to her, fighting the urge to sleep. Neither wanted to move yet both of their stomachs were growling. Rogue thought back to something she'd seen in Remy's mind.

"Hey Remy," she spoke to the ceiling.

"Yeah chere," he responded, half asleep.

"Was that really your job," she asked, "To charm me into being on their side?"

He hesitated for a moment, "Yeah that was my job. One of them anyway."

"Is that," she paused, "Is that still your job?"

He sat up, "WHAT? You think I still work for Magneto?"

She sat up as well, "I was just wondering if …"

"IF WHAT," he cut her off, "IF I'M SLEEPING WITH YOU FOR THE HELL OF IT? IF I TELL YOU I LOVE YOU JUST BECAUSE? IF I JOINED THE X-MEN AND GO TO THATSTUPID, MUTANT HATING HIGH SCHOOL BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO? IF I STAY BY YOUR SIDE TO GAIN YOUR TRUST? THE FACT THAT YOU WOULD EVEN THINK THAT HURTS MORE THAN A KICK BELLOW THE BELT! Chere, get out of my room."

She stared, wide-eyed, "Why?"

"The fact that you would even ask that shows that you don't trust me," his hands bawled into fists, "even after everything I've done to prove it to you."

"Remy, I was just asking," she signed, "I didn't mean it as me not trusting you."

"Please just leave," he sighed, "I don't…"

She kissed him, cutting him off. She placed her hands on either side of his face. Images passed through his mind. Ones of her and Mystique, her and Risty. Next he saw images of all the times they'd fought in the past, all the battles. Finally he saw the image of her holding the Queen of Hearts.

She was on her balcony, staring absently at the sky. Her mind drifted to him, as it did every night. He was handsome and mysterious. But evil and the enemy yet he'd never tried to hurt her when they fought. He'd always just dodge her kicks and punches, letting out a few pick-up lines that always made her blush. She hated him for that. She shook her head. Why? Why did he have this effect on her? She was Rogue, the girl that no one could touch, the girl that let no one into her heart. Yet here she was swooning over some stupid, flirtatious Cajun.

"You're like out here again," Kitty asked, "It's like the fourth night you've been out here since you like got back from Louisiana. What like happened down there?"

"What," she said absently, "Oh, nothing. Gambit just needed my help with something."

Kitty shifted her weight from one leg to the other, "If he like means nothing to you then like why do you still have that like card he gave you?"

"Well," she thought for a moment, "It would be rude to just throw away a gift so I keep it. Besides he may want it back someday and if he does I don't wanna be like 'Oh that card, I threw it out cause I thought it was pointless for me to keep'. Ya know?"

Kitty nodded, "Yeah that like does make sense. Anyway I'm like going out with Lance tonight so I'll be home late. Would you mind like covering for me?"

Rogue smiled, "You know I'll always cover for you Kit. Have a good time."

Kitty hugged her friend, "Thanks Rogue, you're like the best."

The perky brunette giggled as she left the room. Rogue sighed. She couldn't believe Kitty had bought her story. She would never tell the real reason she kept the card. Somewhere between the time he'd kidnapped her and she'd been rescued she'd fallen for the Cajun. She knew he was a ladies man, a player and a heart breaker. But she'd fallen, despite herself. She looked out again, meeting a pair of black and red eyes. She smiled and walked inside, closing the doors behind her.

She sighed, "What am I gonna do with you?"

She took her hands away from his face, taking her lips off of his. She gazed at him, looking for some trace of emotion on his face. He sat there motionless, no hint of anything on his face. She sighed and hung her head. She got up from the bed, pausing for a moment before walking towards the door. He made no attempt to stop her, said nothing as she stood in the doorway. She turned and looked at him again, hoping for something, anything. Still nothing. She crossed the threshold into the hallway. She turned and grabbed the handle of the door, preparing to close it. He still said nothing. She began to close the door.

"I'm sorry," she said and the last thing he heard was the door click shut.

He made a move for the door but stopped. She stood on the other side, waiting for him to open it. She waited about a minute then left when he didn't come. He opened the door only to find that she wasn't there.

"Rogue," he said as he heard a door click down the hall.

He closed his door again, going to his window. He kicked the wall twice then punched it. He ran his hands through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. She'd seen him that night. She'd seen him watching her and smiled. Even after everything he'd done, after every fight they'd had as enemies. She'd given him more than he deserved. Her virginity, her love, her heart and her trust. Yet he'd just doubted her and blown up in her face. Worse, to set things straight she'd let him see into her mind, to prove that she did trust him. And he'd let her just leave, due to pride and stubbornness. There was a light knock on the door. He ran to it.

"Rogue," he said as he threw open the door.

"Sorry, just me," Emma smiled brightly, "I heard you yelling and just wanted to make sure everything's alright."

"Yes, everything's fine," he kept his hand on the door.

"Alright," she stood for a moment, "Would I be allowed to come in?"

Remy shook his head, "Non, thanks for checking but I'm fine."

"Are you always this stubborn," she purred, "Cause I can be stubborn too."

"Look, I have no interest in being with you and I never will be," his frustrating growing, "so I would just turn around and walk away. Don't try and get in my head either because it won't work."

She was about to speak again but he slammed the door in her face. He stalked back to his window. He heard yet another knock followed by someone opening his door.

"Emma, go away," he spun around to see Rogue standing there with two bags, "Rogue, I…"

"I just wanted to give you the food, I already sorted it. So um here," she placed the bag in the doorway and left again.

He followed her, "Rogue, wait, I'm…"

Her door slammed shut before he could finish. He heard the lock click. He sighed and went back to his room. So this was what was like to get the silent treatment from Rogue. He knocked on her door a few times with no answer. He looked down and saw a card lying face down on the ground. He picked it up and turned it over. The Queen of Hearts.

He banged on the door, "ROGUE!"

Logan ran up the stairs, "What's wrong? Is something wrong with Rogue?"

Remy lowered his head, "I messed up Logan."

He walked back to his room, leaving Logan alone in the hallway.

"Stripes, it's me," he knocked on the door lightly.

"Not right now Logan," she said through the door.

He nodded to himself and left, knowing she'd come to him when she was ready to talk. He walked towards Remy's room then stopped. If she didn't want to talk he doubted the Cajun would. So he went back down stairs to have dinner with the few people that were still at the mansion.

Remy found sleeping by himself was less than enjoyable. He got up for about the seventh time that night. He looked out his window, into the darkness. There was movement but it was only animals and Kitty who was holding hands with Lance. He shook his head, knowing full well she was sneaking him in yet again. Something caught his eye on the left side of the house. He opened his window to see where the light was coming from. Of course it was her room, she was always awake later then she should be. The movement of a person caught his eye next. There she stood, like she did so many nights. Just staring off into the distance, dreaming of lord knows what. He watched as her porcelain skin glowed in the light while her black, silk nightgown blended into the darkness of the night. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, while the white framed her face. She was perfect, even at night. She moved her head so she was looking in his direction. Her emerald eyes sparkled as they met his. She nodded to him, beckoning him to come to her. He closed the window and noticed her lights when out upon doing so. He left his room quietly, creeping down the hall to her room. He grabbed the handle and twisted it. The door opened with a gentle click. He looked around. Something didn't sit right with him. Then he saw the figure on the ground. Before he could get to her two more figures grabbed him. A fourth figure placed a cloth over his mouth. He struggled but began to lose consciousness.

"Did you really think you could betray us," were the last words he heard.