A/n: allo all! Here's chapter 11! Kind of angsty..okay angsty. Mostly Bobby. And to whoever asked me-sorry I have a bad memory- if this was pre- or post-Antarctica, it's post. Sorry for not making that clear enough!
I don't own anyone..T-T
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Ragni!

Remy woke up in the upstairs bedroom of the boathouse, and for one moment his heart constricted at the thought that everything til then had been a dream..Bobby didn't love him, and there was nothing at the mansion for him. But the warm body next to him shifting in sleep cast those thoughts away and when Remy looked down he found both himself and Bobby stark naked, and curled around one another.

He smiled gently at his sleeping lover and carefully slipped out of the tender embrace as he had so many mornings before, finding that nature was calling and there was no ignoring it.

"Be right back cher." he whispered softly into Bobby's ear and got up off the bed and headed to the bathroom. A few minutes later Remy walked out to find Bobby awake and looking a little hurt. His brow furrowing Remy drew closer and sat on the bed.

"Cher?"

Bobby looked over at Remy and sighed in relief. "Bobby y' a'right?"

Mum the sandy blonde head shakes, eyes screwing shut.

"Cher, what's de ma-"

"I thought you left me..." he whispered, turning red. Taking his lover into his arms Remy gave him a soft smile. How many times had he thought that in instances just like this the first few months he and Bobby had been together?

"Never. I will never leave y'. Je t'aime Bobby. Dere ain' not'in' y' could do t' make m' leave short o' tellin' m' t' get." Bobby slowly relaxed into the embrace and then held Remy back just as tight. Burring his face into the shaggy blond hair that needed a trim, Remy felt something or someone brushing against his mind.

"Hey Rem..." Bobby murmured, pulling back to look him in the eye. "Xavier wants to see us...Hank has news..." Smiling Remy brushed his bangs out of his face and nodded.

"D-d-d-ACHOO!" Remy turned away from Bobby as he started to sneeze. When he finally stopped, Remy found Bobby looking very guilty. "Cher, always get sick when it dis damn cold. Not'in' t' do wit' y'." Remy assured as he started to sneeze again.

"Yeah, well, don't let Hank catch you...Last time I sneezed he dragged me down there til I assured him it was just dust from cleaning out the attic...You may not see daylight again for a good month or so." Bobby joked slightly, joviality fading when he saw Remy start to pale. "Remy?"

"We should get dressed." And with that he stood up, and Bobby sat there cursing his inability to think before he opened his trap.

"Sorry..." he whispered, following his lover.

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"A-a-a-ACHOO!"

Hank looked towards the door, at the sneezing Cajun and his worried lover.

"Are you sure you're okay Remy?" Bobby asked for the millionth time since he started sneezing ten minutes ago.

"Oui. Jus'-jus-jus-ACHOO!" Hank raised an eyebrow and waited for to be noticed, as he sat in front of Xavier's large oaken desk. "Cher jus' don' go tellin'...Allo Henri!" Remy greeted with a slight grimace.

"I trust, Robert, that if he gets worse you will drag him down to my domain yes?" Hank asked calmly, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Yep. Don't worry Remy, I'll make sure Blue keeps his paws to himself..Right Blue?"

Remy, not really wanting to listen to this jovial pratter any longer, interrupted and asked what was up.

"I have discovered the reason for Warren's erratic behaviour." Hank started, as he watched the two get settled on the small sofa, each nodding. Remy seemed to grimace a little at nodding, but there was other news to deal with than Remy's sudden illness, as heartless and un-Hankish as it sounded.

"He has a rather large mass on his cerebral cortex. The pressure is causing him to act erratic and not like his usual self. It would also explain the migranes he came to me about..." A look of self depresiation settled on the blue one's face, like he should have known that something wasn't right, but didn't.

"Hank-"

"Henri, if dat's it, how come he still act like hisself most o' de time, eh? Wouldn' he be actin' real weird an' spastic like dat all de time?" Remy asked, cutting Bobby's assurances off, gaining him a slightly annoyed look.

"Well, yes, but I have known Warren for a long time and I always thought something was off, but he never consented to let me check it out. I fear, our Winged comrade, may also have a mental imbalance. I have to run further tests to prove this but-"

"You really think that Warren's head is messed up that bad? Hank he didn't start...y'know, doing that 'til a few months after Remy got here with Storm...Sorry Remy, I'm not saying it's you, but...y'know..." Bobby shrugged helplessly, looking away from everyone. As Bobby continued to burn a hole in the carpet, Remy frowned slightly. Not at Bobby, just this whole situation in general.

He needed to think and despite the cold, he needed to go up to the roof. It was quiet up there and he could smoke and think without anyone bugging him.

"Oui..'Scuse m'...need t' t'ink 'bout dis f' a bit...See ya later cher..Henri, Professor." Remy stood and walked out, without a glance in Bobby's direction. He was trying his hardest to hide the look he had, one that said he was hating himself for saying something stupid..again.

"Bobby?" the Professor asked, speaking for the first time since they arrived.

"Yeah?"

"None of this is your fault. Gambit just needs to think about all of this. You know as well as I that he and Warren never got along. Give him a little time." Bobby nodded and stood. Excusing himself he made his way up to their room for a shower and all the way he couldn't help but wonder when Remy'd wise up and leave him.

When the door was firmly shut behind him, Bobby walked over to the bed and flopped down on it. His eyes were stinging but he wasn't going to cry. He was a grown man, there was no way he would cry. With that thought firmly in place he stood and headed into the large bathroom. As he undressed and got the water almost too hot-as he liked it, odd though it was-the same thought came back to him over and over again.

Drake you're an idiot. Always saying the wrong thing, Remy's probably out there trying to think of a nice way to cut it off with you...

Entering the shower stall he found he couldn't stand any longer. As he slowly slid down the wall of the shower, his self hatred was depressing him further.

When his behind finally made contact with the floor of the stall, he curled up as small as he could and rocked back and forth, trying to tell himself that Remy wouldn't do that...would he?

A/n: dun-dun-duuuuun! cliff hanger! sorry i couldn't help myself this time around...isn't bobby just a bundle of cute angst?
please R and R, and I shall try to get chapter 12 up asap!
ragni!