A/N: Okay so I wanted to delve back into Rogue and Bobby's relationship and show the contrast between that and the relationship she has with Remy so that's where this chapter came from. This is all Present Day so keep that in mind.

And this is a two part update so get excited for the story to continue! :D

Thank you again for your support, it is much loved and appreciated.

Present Day- The Xavier Institute

The sun was shining brightly overhead as Remy held Rogue in his arms, braced against the banister of the balcony watching the trees sway in the light breeze below. The grounds were empty of all students which Rogue knew to be odd especially on such a nice day as this when the sun was out. But she didn't really care, all she was worried about was the fact that someone loved her and she could feel it, could feel the warmth of it blossoming forth from within her chest like a dormant flower budding for another season.

The time had seemed to have gotten away from the two of them and despite wanting to spend the rest of their lives in that infinite moment of solitude and placidity there were other things that needed to be tended to.

Rogue turned to face Gambit once more resting her hands on his firm jaw pulling his lips to hers nibbling at his bottom lip playfully. She gently tugged away from him, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck as they began to sway.

"Ah need ta go to class soon," Rogue whispered as they stepped this way and that in slow rhythm to the wind.

Gambit tried to act as if he didn't pull away from her slightly, as if there wasn't a sudden pulsating ache within him to smother her to his chest and never let her go but he knew there was. Deep within his muscles there was this need to clutch her closer to him. He settled for slackening his grip around her waist, leaving his hands to trail there, rubbing her hips with his thumbs.

"D'accord," he said pulling his hand through his hair and looking past her at the grounds, leaving her altogether behind as he leaned with all his weight on his arms against the banister facing her.

He regarded her with squinted eyes as the sun assaulted them and in the light she looked ethereal, brighter than the sun, holding herself close in her arms, her hair hanging about her shoulders in messy strands, her white streaks framing her jawline.

"I'll be havin' ta take care of some things anyways," he said as she started to lean in the doorway watching how his ankles crossed in front of him and the way his hair blew in the breeze across his eyes.

"Oh?" Rogue asked genuinely interested. As much as she didn't want to leave, she wanted him to leave even less.

"Oui," Gambit stated walking towards her once more and shrugging off his trench coat only to place it around Rogue's shoulders.

She nestled into it unconsciously, overcome with his simple scent that radiated from the warm, pliable leather. She pushed her arms through the sleeves and into the pockets fumbling with his deck of cards and half smoked pack of cigarettes. He hung on her shoulder, his chin jutting into her collarbone as he spoke again.

"Broke mon cell last night, which means dat Etienne is probably thinkin' I'm dead in a ditch somewhere. It'd be best fo' everyone if I dropped in and showed mon pretty face don't y' think?" he smiled and Rogue chuckled.

"Yeah, Ah guess," she pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Besides, Ah have class and a paper due that Ah'm not nearly close enough ta finishing."

She began to walk towards her desk, shuffling around some papers and things as if she was getting ready to sit down and work, or put it all in her knapsack to leave to class. Gambit leaned against her fourposter bed.

"So how 'bout y' meet moi and Etienne for dinner tonight?" he suggested lightly as she began to put her binder into her bag.

Her head popped up and her eyes lit up. She was unsure why but this small gesture seemed all the more solidifying. How long had it been since she had seen any member of his family? How had she longed to see their pleasant faces and hear their playful banter? How long had she dreamt of being in their good graces once more? She pulled the fabric of the trench closer to her.

"Ya think that's a good idea," she half whispered to herself.

Gambit shrugged. "Don't really care, do y'?" Rogue's eyes widened but she could do little to hide the smirk ghosting past her lips. "'Sides it's Etienne, not like he gonna say anythin'."

Rogue quirked her eyebrows,"True."

"D'accord," Gambit said as he planted a kiss on Rogue's forehead searing her skin with his intent. "I'll see y' tonight den, and don't think y'll get away wit not showin' up 'cause I will come after y' fo' mon coat."

He muttered with a wink as he disappeared out past the curtains and onto the balcony where Rogue was certain he shimmied his way down the ivy climbing the walls and onto the deserted lawn. She found herself watching the area just outside her window where the patch of grass met the trees and seeing his bobbing auburn hair and slim lithe body jog and vanish into the dark green mass. She smiled to herself as she shouldered her bag and left for class, not even bothering to take off his trench.

She arrived for her Physics class fifteen minutes early, pulling out her notes from the lecture she last attended almost three weeks ago and trying to refresh herself with kinetics as best she could. As her eyes flitted across the page and her brow furrowed the door opened and closed quietly and there was a shuffling of papers in front of her. Rogue's eyes caught the small bald head in front of her and the beaming blue eyes that held her own.

"Its good to see you back Anna, how have you been, if I may inquire?" Professor Xavier asked his attention fully on her.

Rogue's cheeks burned and she wanted desperately to hide the feelings that she felt were radiating from her eyes and the small ticks of her fingers that she was trying to control. She cast her eyes downward and flipped through her notes, putting a pencil behind her ear.

"Better," she finally said catching the Professor's eyes for a moment.

His lips turned up in a serene smile and he nodded to her, "Good to hear," he spoke quietly as he began to write on the chalk board behind him.

The rest of the class soon entered including Bobby who walked in with his arm around Tabby, whispering into her ear before he took stock of Rogue sitting nonchalantly in the front row talking somewhat animatedly with Kitty about what she had missed under the guidance of Professor Xavier who threw in a couple of comments here and there as he continued to write formulas.

Bobby's hand immediately fell from Tabby's shoulder and she scoffed in irritation.

"What's the deal?" Tabby asked her eyes boring into Bobby's skull.

"Are you blind Tabitha," he scorned. "Rogue's sitting right over there."

"As if that's stopped you before," she threw over her shoulder clutching her books closer to her chest as she huffed off to a seat near Sam.

Bobby rolled his eyes and adjusted his backpack as he walked down the steps of the lecture room to the front row where Rogue and Kitty were sitting. They had just finished their conversation when Bobby walked up and plopped down into the seat on the other side of Rogue laying his head in her lap and looking up at her with bright blue eyes and a smile full of dazzling white teeth.

Rogue was shocked at first when she felt a sudden weight in her lap and then when she saw the cheeseball face that Bobby was trying to give her and that it was him sitting in her lap and not who she wished it was. She had to do all that was in her power for her stomach not to churn full of acid and spew all over that smug smirk her had on his face.

"Hiya babe," he crooned as he twitched his lips up into a bigger grin.

Rogue tried not to roll her eyes, "Hey."

"So where ya been? I was looking for you after that whole thing with Logan but couldn't find you anywhere," he continued to gaze up at her as Rogue stared forward at the board.

"Must not have been lookin' very hard then," Rogue replied in her best attempt to sound polite and playful. She was sure she sounded like some had just told her they shot her puppy.

Bobby fiddled with her sleeve and then noticed the scent of cigarettes and cinnamon. It bugged him for some reason as if he had smelt it somewhere else before. He felt the leather beneath his fingers and looked up at Rogue with a furrowed brow.

"Where'd ya get this ugly thing anyways? Never see you where it before."

Rogue glared at him, there was no trying to hide that. She'd kill him if she could for saying what he did. But she couldn't. So she just pretended her eyes were daggers and that she was stabbing him with them.

"Well I happen ta like it and I could give a rat's ass what ya think," Rogue retorted in a whispered yell turning her attention back to the board.

"Whoa, hostile much?" Bobby muttered in exasperation.

He heard the distinct clearing of a throat and turned over towards the front of the room to see Professor Xavier peering back at him over the divider. Bobby chuckled nervously before sitting up and proper in his seat and pulling out his notebook.

"Good to see you join us Mr. Drake and I see you've volunteered to go over this problem for us, so if you would," the Professor stated with a wry smile gesturing to the board and handing Bobby a piece of chalk.

He straightened his hair and brushed his shirt down as he approached the board totally and completely unaware of what the hell was laid out before him beside a bunch of numbers and variables and he'd actually attended class the past couple of weeks. Not that he was really paying attention to the board, he was more focused on watching the slope of Tabby's tank top and how it displayed her perfectly perky boobs.

He shook his head of the memories and stood there confused for a few minutes longer before writing a bunch of malarky on the board and returning to his seat with an air of accomplishment and pride as if he had actually done the problem right.

The Professor's eyes ran over the problem for less than a second before he began clapping. "Well thank you very much for exhibiting to us all how not to solve this problem Mr. Drake. Now if you'd please stop harassing Ms. Darkholme-Lensherr and pay attention to my lecture you might find out how to do this so you don't miserably fail your final, hmm."

Bobby sunk low into his seat as the class and even Rogue laughed at his expense and the Professor proceeded with his lecture, diagraming what and how to figure out the equation with and without the variables.

As the lecture came to a close and everyone was gathering their things Bobby caught hold of Rogue's hand and looked back at her. She pushed her hair behind her ear and placed a hand on her jutted out hip.

"What is it Bobby?" she asked feigning interest in what he had to say.

"We haven't seen each other in a couple of days I thought that maybe we could grab lunch or something?" he seemed earnest and real.

Suddenly Rogue remembered the boy she had fallen for all those months ago and it hit her that maybe as fucked up as Bobby could be there still was some good in him somewhere. Maybe she could make him see.

Rogue shrugged and finished packing up her knapsack. "Sounds good, Ah have some stuff Ah wanted ta tell ya anyhow."

"Cool, so the cafeteria okay or-"

"Nah Ah was thinkin' we could head down to that Mexican place ya like so much on Seventh," Rogue murmured as they walked out of the room and into the hall.

Bobby's eyes lit up and he smiled,"That sounds awesome."

They both trudged down to the parking garaged and stowed away into Rogue's Mustang heading down the driveway. There was an awkward silence between them as Rogue maneuvered around the many streets that they once had traversed alone and in the beginning of their relationship. She remembered when Bobby had been one of the only friends she had in the whole damn place and now what was left? A broken shell of relationship, that neither of them was really in anymore?

Part of her wished things between her and Bobby could be different. Not that they were still happy together in a relationship but that they could have just stayed friends. He had been so nice to her in those first months and whether it was just to get into her pants or not Rogue valued those small interactions between them.

She drove past the bookstore he had told her about and taken her to her first week at the Institute and the coffee house across the street where the had had their first date. Everything with Bobby was so normal. It was the kind of relationship she expected when she was younger. It was the kind of normal thing that romantic comedies show but that was nowhere near real life. Things could never be that cookie cutter or sweet, at least not all the time.

She parked in a small space behind the taco stand that Bobby had dragged her to the night after they first got drunk together in need of food. It had been raining and they rushed under the overhang with their jackets pulled over their heads and he had pulled her into a kiss, sloppy but sweet. And she recalled how she had been so unimpressed with the way he had kissed her, how lackluster his lips had felt against hers and how he had probed her mouth almost too cautiously. But now thinking about it in the light of nostalgia it had a different tone. A tone of hope, of need, of that childlike fear that comes along with new relationships.

Rogue felt a chill in her bones as they stepped out of the car and to the order window and she grasped at the leather around her pulling it tighter, closer to her skin and it calmed her. Somehow it was a reminder of why she had come here with Bobby in the first place.

They got their food and sat down at a table and Bobby began to speak animatedly about how much he disdained Physics and that Professor Xavier was just an old fart who needed to stay in the administration building and leave teaching to hot people like Ms. Munroe.

Rogue had caught herself in a daze, her eyes focused on the way Bobby chewed his nachos with his mouth half open and the way the food slopped around and mushed into a bright yellow mess and caused him to spit little bits of ground beef out as he spoke.

"What's wrong babe, ya haven't touched your food?" Bobby asked as he took a gulp from his soda.

Rogue shook her head and came back to reality. "Bobby there's something Ah need ta tell ya."

Bobby quirked his eyebrows in an amused fashion and shoveled some more food in his mouth, responding between chews, "Shoot."

Rogue gnawed at her lip. She wasn't any good at things like this. And right now she was regretting driving them both down here, she should've at least gotten him to meet her there. But there were loose ends to tie up, things that needed resolving.

"Look Ah know Ah haven't been around lately cause Ah've been going through stuff and all-"

"And I would've totally been there for ya babe but you know with midterms and papers and stuff I've just been so busy," Bobby interrupted thinking that she was grilling him for being an absentee boyfriend.

"That's not it at all," Rogue kept going keeping her tone quiet, reproachful. "Look, we both know that we're not invested in this anymore and ta be honest… there's someone else."

Bobby's jaw dropped and a mouthful of cheese, sour cream and ground beef came tumbling out. Realizing what had happened he attempted to rectify the situation and pulled a napkin from the box of food in front of him and wiped his face. Rogue pursed her lips and gulped back bile.

"What the fuck do you mean there's someone else?" he yelled once it had fully sunk in what she had said.

Rogue sighed. She should've known he would put up a fight. "Just that Bobby, there's someone else. Look ta be honest ya never had a chance once he came back inta my life. No one would've, so don't take it personally."

"The hell I won't! My girlfriend just told me she's been sucking some other guy's dick! Of course I'm gonna take it personally!" he yelled standing up from the table.

Rogue lost it. Did he really have the audacity to say that to her? She had told herself she wasn't going to get angry, wasn't going to make a scene, but Robert Drake was asking for it.

"Really, really, you're gonna feed me that shit Bobby! Like ya haven't been fuckin' everything in a skirt all up and down the Eastern fuckin' seaboard!" Rogue was yelling in his face.

Bobby blanched only for a moment before regaining his rage. "Oh like you didn't know? You fucking knew Rogue, you practically said go ahead."

"So why does it matter then Bobby huh? You get to screw whatever and whoever ya want now just not me!" Rogue threw back at him as she picked up her bag and keys and began to storm towards her car.

"Like that's even happened in the past couple weeks!" he yelled back from the table.

"Exactly Bobby and just so ya know, Ah got fucked for the first time in months last night because Lord knows what Ah did with ya didn't count!" she slammed the door to the car and stabbed the key into the ignition waiting for the tires to squeal and making out Bobby's last words to her.

"So does this mean no break up sex!"

He was so pitiful that it made Rogue sick. She was surprised that once she hit the first light her vision had become blurred. She rubbed her eyes to find that she had been crying and she didn't know why. She hated Bobby now. It was then that she realized she hated the Bobby she had just broken up with but she still cared for the Bobby who she had first befriended.

She should have known better than to try and stretch things with him past that. But she was so broken and she needed something to help her heal, to help her make things normal for once. Bobby would always be her normal, but not this Bobby, not this jackass who got his kicks from cheating.

The light turned green and Rogue slowed down as she took a turn and parked in an empty lot and let herself cry and remember the few good times she had had with the normal boy. After about twenty minutes she put herself back together again. She hoped she hadn't hurt him too much, that was really her only worry that she had damaged Bobby irreparably. She would never forgive herself if she had done that.

She turned the car back on and started the drive back to the Institute in silence, when her phone rang. She looked down at the caller ID and found that the number was restricted and smiled figuring it could only be one person.

"Heya Swamp Rat," she sniffed. "Ah was just thinking 'bout how Ah can't wait ta see ya tonight."

The line was quiet for a moment.

"Remy?" Rogue called out confused as to whether the line had died or not.

"So it is y'," a voice Rogue did not recognize answered.