It was 4 am before they both succumbed to tiredness and Rogue left to go to her own bed. They had been talking for hours, both files were surprisingly similar – both orphans, both adopted by people who used them, both with unknown traits to their identities. There was also a pocket of photos on Rogue, something which unnerved her to the point of frustrated tears – they started when she was about 9 and carried on up to the same photo as Remy's - them sitting on the roof of the mansion. Deciding that they wouldn't share the other information for now, but the fact that Sinister had been watching them for so long they would let the others know.
Rogue lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, now she was actually lying down sleep wasn't coming so easy. Her mind just replayed the day at the theatre in Seattle over and over again. If she hadn't been so stupid as to be caught, maybe she'd be ok and Jean would still be Jean and not the carrier for some inter-galactic over-curious heartless being, she wasn't thinking rationally. Once again her life felt out of control, she had a wealth of powers to call upon, but chances are she would lose her mind once this was all over. She had met a guy who she was attracted to and for a brief moment could touch, but now that ability was gone and they were in a race against time to find a missing team mate and to ensure that the chip placed in her leg by an insane scientist wasn't going to kill her. She groaned and rolled over, burying her head in her pillow. She couldn't' even cry, she just felt numb with all the emotions rolling around in her head – most not even her own.
"Chere?" Remy's voice drifted from the doorway, she looked up at him over her pillow with questioning eyes, "Remy couldn't seem to sleep – you neither non?" He entered the room and shut the door behind him. Rogue sat up and patted the bed beside her.
"Nah, thinking to much."
"Oui, Remy knows what dats like." He reached around her and pulled her to him with one arm so her head rested on his shoulder. He lightly kissed her hair,"Wish I could kiss you again chere." He felt her stiffen slightly, but then she chuckled.
"Yeah? You happy to have a got a kiss from the untouchable?" she sat up straight again and raised an eyebrow at him, he grinned.
"As Remy recall you weren't so untouchable, quite de opposite in fact."
"Yah besmirch mah honour swamp rat!" she mocked and lightly tapped him on the arm, he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, falling back onto the bed as he did so. She yelped in shock as she fell on top of him, chest to chest, her legs straddling his, their faces just inches apart, "Remy be careful." She warned quietly, he just smiled at her.
"Remy will. Just want to feel you again chere, tink I'm addicted." His voice was now low and husky, the heat radiating off his body was enough to make Rogue struggle to breath properly. His eyes never left hers as his hand ran small circles on the small of her back. She shook her head slightly and broke eye contact, she had to think clearly, she couldn't make any more stupid mistakes.
"Remy please, let meh up before ah do something really stupid." She muttered, he frowned slightly but nodded. They both sat up, she refusing to look at him, he staring at her profile.
"you had me in your head before chere, Remy willing to take the risk." He said
"Not your risk to take swamp rat. Ah've got gods-knows-how-many people in mah mind right now, ah don't think ah can handle anymore." She was whispering, her voice threatening to crack. He nodded in understanding.
"Sorry chere, forget Remy said anything." He stood up to leave, but she grabbed his hand.
"Look Remy, stay, there's two beds. Please don't leave." She pleaded with him, part of her disgusted at her own need for company, the other desperate to escape the drone of the personalities in her head, the constant need to keep her attention on them so they wouldn't take control if she used their powers. More than anything she was worried that she would wake up and find one of them in control of her body and her helpless. Remy nodded.
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"Stripes!"
Rogue jumped up in her bed at the sound of Logan's voice beside her ear. She blearily looked over at him and groaned. He was stood between the beds her and Remy occupied in her room, glaring and pointing a set of claws at Remy who was eyeing them sleepily, half propped up and giving off the impression he could not care less.
"Logan." Rogue said carefully as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of her bed, she noted him glance at her to check she was wearing something and she rolled her eyes. Standing up she put a hand on his shoulder, "Look, I'm dressed, we're in separate beds. Nothing happened and even if it did ah'm eighteen, yah can't stop meh – only mah stupid powers can do that." He frowned slightly but the claws retracted and Remy slumped back onto the bed.
"You really got to stop using death threats as a wake up call. Remy can't take much more of dis." He rolled out of bed, still dressed in the uniform from yesterday and shrugged his coat on, he winked at Rogue "When Wolvie lets you chere, Remy'll meet you in de kitchen for coffee."
"Happy now Logan?"
"Hmphh." He frowned at her, "Look kid, you got enough on your plate without dealing with an over-sexed Cajun as well."
"Maybe he's exactly what I need to take my mind off the fact that I'm playing the waiting game to see what the mad scientist who put a chip in my leg has in store for me. And don't call me kid." At that Rogue walked out and slammed the door, leaving Wolverine in her room looking confused. Seeing the file on the floor by her bed he forced himself not to pick it up and have a read. He was able to see the name on the cover though and he smiled slightly, "Anna-Marie? Pretty name.".
