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Chapter 13

"Now," whispered Rogue quietly as she looked around at the sleeping X-Men, "Come on, Gambit," she tugged on his hands slowly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Gambit sighed quietly as he glanced behind him at the others. He mutely nodded his head and rose to his feet in expert silence. He pressed a finger to his lips slowly before he led her down the tunnel slowly.

"We'll have to be quick," he whispered quietly, peering over his shoulder before he looked down at Rogue.

"They've only been sleepin' for an hour," muttered Rogue in reply, "They won't be wakin' yet."

The pair quietly retreated down the dark tunnel, leaving silence at the makeshift camp. Everything was still, save for Logan opening his eyes to glare at the back of the couple.

Rogue pulled herself out of the murky lake water, crawling up onto the land of dirt. She scrambled quickly to her feet, running towards where she saw a silver needle laying besides an extinguished fire. She grabbed it quickly, holding it was it was dear treasure. Gambit came up behind her slowly, shaking saturated hair from his eyes, "Are ya sure about this?"

"Of course I am," she said shortly, walking on ahead to pull out one that was impaled into the rock wall - the one that had narrowly missed Gambit. She looked round slowly, her voice losing it's sharpness as she nodded slowly, "I'm sure," she said quietly.

"Alright," sighed Gambit smiling slightly, "Good." He turned slowly, heading towards the medical tent against the wall, "You continue gettin' stuff, I just need to sort somethin' out.." Rogue nodded slowly, smiling timidly as she walked towards the water's edge to pick up another needle. Gambit knocked back the flap into the tent, crouching down to open the box of supplies. He unwrapped a cleansing cloth, pulling back his trench coat to where his shirt lay stuck to a bloodied side. He applied the damp cloth to his old wound, cleaning up the wound.

After a few minutes, he was applying a dressing the injury, only his activities were disturbed by a sudden cry outside. He immediately jumped up, letting the equipment fall as he ran out of the tent to see Rogue kneeled on the floor a short distance away, "Rogue?" he called, watching her back concernedly as he hurried towards her. She slowly looked round, knocking her hair across her shoulder.

"Don't worry," she said gently, pushing herself to her feet, "I just nicked myself with one of the needles. I'm fine." She slipped the needles, now bundled in some ripped fabric, into her jean pocket.

Gambit gave a slow nod as he watched her, "Oh, ok. I thought ya were in trouble or something'."

"No," she murmured quietly as she turned to face him. Her eyes lowered from his face slowly, noticing that he stood bare-chested in front of her. Her eyes fell upon the dressing on his side and her face consorted into a concerned frown, "Oh! Remy! You're hurt!" She moved towards him, almost hesitating as she extended her hand to lightly touch his skin above the white square of material.

Gambit smiled slowly, in a lazy manner. He shook his head unconcernedly, causing his damp hair to idly flop over his eyes, "Non, chere. It's just a scratch."

Rogue's eyes rose slowly, meeting the ones that watched her so intensely in return. Feeling a light flush beginning to burn her cheeks, she quickly looked down at her hands. She scolded herself for her blushing, which only made the heat of her cheeks intensify. Gradually, Gambit's hand rose up to take her chin, and press her head back so she was looking at him once more.

"What's wrong?"

Rogue made a helpless shrug, "Nothin'." She remained still in the gentle hold of his hand; unable to hide a small smile at the fact he could do just that, without getting hurt.

"Nothin'?" repeated Gambit with an unconvinced expression on his face, yet his lips still held a lazily charming smile. His fingertips rose slowly up the side of her face, stroking gently through her hair. Her white streak slipped along the side of her fingers. He continued to watch her, with his hand still holding her gently. After a moment's hesitation, he lowered his head slowly.

"Nothin'," confirmed Rogue quietly as she watched him move closer. Her eyes softly fell shut as she craned her head upwards to his. Pausing, her opens lips hovered only millimetres from his expectant ones. But with a finalising movement from Rogue, hers lips gently brushed against his in the briefest of touches. With no power to control her, to stop her, every thought was fuelled with instinct and the idea that these next few weeks could be the only chance she ever has of physical touch.

"So this is why you sneaked off?" came a sudden growl out of the shadows.

With a frightened cry, Rogue spun from Gambit, staring over to the tunnel entrance where Logan was stood with a fierce expression on his face. "Logan!" Rogue looked every bit uncomfortable, her hands raising either side of her face as she shook her head desperately, "No! We just came to check if everythin' was alright!"

"Yeah, right," growled Logan lowly. He came through the water towards them, surprisingly fast. Gambit glanced down at Rogue, meeting her gaze. She gave a worried shrug, slowly turning her eyes to look back over to Logan, who was emerging from the water edge. The instant he was on his feet again, his claws sliced out of his knuckles whilst his eyes remained fixed on Gambit

Rogue quickly moved forward with her hands outstretched as though to block him if he decided to take a running jump, "Logan! Listen to me! The needle I was shot with, it's knocked my powers off. Look!" And if he wasn't paying attention before, he was now, because Rogue had just grabbed hold of his wrists with her bare hands. He quickly looked down, pulling back, "What are you doin'?"

But Rogue held on, "My powers, Logan, they're gone, completely."

"I wondered why he wasn't on the floor screaming," commented Logan, throwing a nasty look at Gambit who was coming over.

"It was de needles," he explained for Logan's benefit, "They are made to nullify powers for a temporary amount of time. We don't know when her powers could come back.. so.. ya gotta keep checkin' ya see?" he spread a slow smirk.

Logan raised a claw fist around the side of Rogue, gesturing at Gambit, "You keep away from her."

Rogue grabbed his arm and pushed it down, "Logan! You don't decide what happens to me. I'm in control of my own decisions."

Logan lowered his gaze slowly, shaking his head, "Sorry, Rogue. But I don't trust him."

"Well, I do," she hissed defiantly. "And I'm sorry if that's a problem for you Logan." she turned slowly, glaring at Gambit quite accidentally. She shook her head with an irritated growl to herself before she stormed off towards the water's edges, diving into the murky water and swimming towards the tunnel.

Logan watched her leave slowly, then shifting his eyes back upon Gambit. "I don't care what the kid says," muttered Logan quietly, "You stay away from her. I'll be watchin' you closely, Cajun." With that, he turned, and followed after Rogue, who was well across the water now.

Gambit merely chuckled quietly to himself, "Not as closely as I'll be watchin' her." He turned with a smile on his face, heading back towards the medical tent.

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