Author's Note: Okay, I lied. But, there was no way I could skip out on some more Romy fluff! Besides, this scene has been bugging me all week. Please enjoy!

French:

Bon matin—Good morning

Pas bien—not well

Alors—so

D'accord—Okay

The mutant known as Gambit stood over the couch and watched the young mutant Rogue toss and turn in her sleep. He sighed as she flipped over for what seemed to be like the billionth time that night. No matter how many times she moved though, her sleep still was unpleasant and that made Gambit worried.

He could see his younger self from his Thieves' Guild days laughing at him. The old him would've never given up his sleep just to watch over a girl that he 1. Couldn't touch and 2. Probably hated his guts. No, the old him would've given up and found a new woman to love and moved on.

But, somehow, Remy couldn't do that.

He was in love with this woman and there was no way he was going to leave her alone, no matter how many times she told him otherwise. That's why he had waited for everyone to be asleep before he had snuck into Miss Montenegro's office to watch over Rogue. He knew that at any moment Rogue could wake up and that if she saw him here he would be a dead Cajun.

But, he didn't care.

He had seen the aftermath of Rogue using her powers before and he wanted to be here to make sure that nothing like it happened again.

"No," She muttered, tossing again. Remy perked up and moved a little closer to her.

She looked like a tortured angel.

"Leave meh alone," She whispered.

Remy sighed.

The girl was fighting the many voices in her head again. That was one battle he couldn't help her out with even though he desperately wanted to. He began to pace, trying to think of a way to help relieve her pain.

"Gambit,"

Remy froze.

He was caught.

He turned around, praying that it wasn't Logan that caught him in this room.

"Professor," He greeted. "Bon matin."

The Professor wheeled into the room and looked at Rogue.

"How is she doing?" He asked, carefully inspecting her.

"Pas bien." Gambit replied, folding his arms across his chest. "She's been tossin' and turnin' for de past hour."

"Go away," Rogue whimpered.

Remy cringed.

He hated to hear her this way—full of sadness and weakness.

No, he liked to hear her with her southern charm. He liked to see the fire in those wonderful emerald eyes of hers.

He liked her when she was full of life, not when she was full of pain.

"Professor, can't cha' help her?" Remy pleaded. He would do anything to help his chere stop hurting.

"I can only subdue the voices when she's conscious, Remy." The Professor frowned as he inspected Rogue once more. "When she's asleep, there is nothing I can do."

Remy cursed in his native French and the Professor turned to face him.

"Alors, Rogue's alone den?" Remy asked, though he knew the answer.

"I'm afraid so." The Professor replied.

Remy took a few steps closer to Rogue and smoothed some of the hair out of her face.

"She got a lot of problems in dat belle tete o' hers." Remy whispered to no one in particular.

"Remy, why are you?" The Professor asked.

Remy smirked.

"Can't cha' read my mind?"

"I can," Answered the Professor. "But, I'd prefer not to."

"Remy was worried." The former Prince of the Thieves Guild confessed. "After Mystique possessed her, I was afraid she might try it again."

The Professor's expression softened considerably.

"I see," He muttered. "Well then, I'll leave you two alone." He began to wheel away when he called. "Make sure you get out of there before Logan finds you."

Remy chuckled dryly.

"D'accord."

Gambit then turned back to Rogue and placed his gloved hand on her forehead. The tortured expression left her face immediately.

"Remy," She sighed as she fell into a peaceful sleep.

Gambit was confused. She hadn't been awake, had she?

"Remy," She repeated and he realized that she had begun to dream of him. Maybe his hand on her forehead had something to do with that fact, but whatever the reason, he was relieved his love was sleeping peacefully.

He placed himself on the floor next to her and shut his eyes.

He would wake-up before Logan did no problem.

He dreamt of a green-eyed girl smiling at him for the rest of the night.

Author's Note: Next chapter, Booth will wake up Brennan, I promise! Reviews are awesome!