Chapter Two

A/N: Sorry it took me forever to update. I always hate it when someone doesn't do it quickly and now that I've become a writer, I know why.

Bold Italicized words are the voices in Rogue's mind

Italicized words are a person's thoughts

Here it goes.

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Why are you scared? What are you hiding? I know. I. KNOW. Do you want me to tell you? Do you? Do you? All you have to do is ask dear. I won't lie to you. Say yes and I'll tell you. Just one word. That's all it takes. The words flowed about in her head clouding her thoughts. I know. Let me tell you. Let me. Let me. The thoughts came every night, every day, every time she believed she could relax. They were always there and she wanted them gone. "Go AWAY!" Rogue yelled out of nowhere. She opened her eyes to see the nine year old Albert Finch cowering a way from her.

"Are you all right Ms. Rogue?" He asked.

"Ah'm fine." She said as her face softened. "Ah'm sorry Ah yelled. I want you to understand Ah wasn't yellin' at you Al. I had a bad dream last night and to tell you the truth Ah was scared." Well it ain't a complete lie she told herself.

"Okay," Al said, easily convinced, "Can you help me with my painting? I can't get it to look right."

"Sure honey."

Albert missed the stretched tone in her voice that would have conveyed to an adult that something was wrong. To him she had just missed some sleep and nothing more.

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After Rogue finished her class she walked out to find that Logan was there talking to Jean and Storm. A smile formed on her lips as see jogged over to him. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a hug, which she gladly returned.

"How ya doin' kid. Geeks treat you all right?" He questioned.

"Of course we did Logan." Scott said before Rogue could answer. He walked up to him and held out his hand. To everyone's surprise, Logan shook it.

"Long time no see One-eye."

"I've got a class to teach but Ah'll catch up with you later. Bye Logan."

Everyone made their good byes and left Logan to find the professor He began to walk down the hall when he smelt cheap cologne and cigarette smoke coming from his left. He turned to see a man about the age of 26 with red hair and a trench coat. As he looked closer, he realized the man's eyes were red on black.

"So you be de mighty Wolverine. You Rogue's friend. Or should be. She need a friend and from my understandin' you up an' lef' wit out a care fo' her. Wasn't really nice wolf man. By de way my name is Gambit."

"Well, Gumbo, seems to me you better mind yer own business before you end up with a chest full a metal."

"Ya wanna bet?" Gambit challenged as he drew out a card and charged it.

"Wouldn't have it any other way." His claws sprang out from his knuckles to punctuate his sentence.

The two men advance and circled each other. Before either one could make a move Professor Xavier's voice was heard from down the hall. "Gentlemen, behave yourselves. Logan come with me to my office." With the claws retracted and the burnt out Logan and Remy gave up their stances. Gambit looked on as Logan followed the Professor to his office.

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"You know you are welcome here as well as on the team, Logan." Professor said.

"Yeah, I think I might just take you up on that offer, Chuck." Logan paused as if thinking his next question through. ",What's the deal between Gumbo and Rogue?"

"A friendship I presume."  The professor's meaning loud and clear. Mind your own business. "If there is anything more I'm afraid it's not our business and it wouldn't be fair to either Rogue or Gambit to make it so."

"So ya're telling me to mind my own business eh? Sure. But if he hurts her in any way I'll kill him." Came Logan's reply with a menacing glare.

" I would expect no less from you or anyone on this campus. Rogue is a well love figure here despite her mutation. I personally would feel ill about anyone doing her harm. There is no need to get upset."

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"Come on chere. Jus' one night. We'll see a movie and hav' dinner. It'll be fun." Remy implored.

"Ah cain't believe ya're asking me out. Remember mah skin. I cain't touch." Rogue said as she waved her hands in the air.

Remy caught them in his hands and brought them to his chest. "Don't mean you can't feel chere. Why don't you ever get close to someone? Anyone. Not jus' me. We're ya friends here. We want ya ta be happy."

"What makes you think Ah'm unhappy, huh? Do Ah mope around here? Lock mahself in mah room all day? I don't think so. I thought I was doin' pretty good considerin' mah situation. An' the last time Ah checked it was none of your business." Rogue spit through clenched teeth.

"I meant no offense chere. Jus' wanted to spend time wit ya." Remy answered dejectedly. He gave Rogue another look in the eyes and waked off.

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Ya blew it this time gal. Ya just cain't go around and hurt people. God, what I'd give to spend one night with him. Quiet girl. Ya just gonna get depressed. No need thinkin' about things ya cain't have. He's beta off with someone else anyway.

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 2nd A/N: Sorry if I got Rogue's accent wrong. I'm from Georgia, not Mississippi. I'll try to update as soon as possible but I need feed back.

So will the Cajun ever get a date with the beautiful Rogue or is gonna get a poundin' from Wolvie? Let me know by the 26th.