Rogue sighed as she snuggled up against Logan. This was heaven. She and Logan were curled up alone on a couch in the Rec Room. A hockey game was playing and they were finally enjoying some alone time together. Smiling, Rogue pushed her head under Logan's arm so she could rest in his lap. Laying on her back, she looked up at his face.

"What are you smiling at?" Logan asked, playfully tickling her stomach.

Rogue giggled. Then she turned a suggestive look on him. "Nuthin' yet."

"Mmmm." Logan gently lifted the arm that she was lying her head on, bringing her face up so he could press his lips to hers. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning into the kiss. Things were just getting interesting when they both heard someone enter the room.

"Ahem."

Logan reluctantly broke the kiss. Irritated, he glared at the man responsible for the interruption. "What do you want?" he growled.

The man took a step back. "I-I got a message for Rogue?"

Rogue sighed and sat up. "Yeah?" The man hesitantly walked over to her and handed her a slip of paper. Wolverine watched him menacingly every step of the way. As soon as Rogue had taken the paper, the man hurried out of the room. Rogue opened the note.

Mademoiselle Rogue,

I would like to speak with you privately. It concerns your lover Remy LeBeau. Meet me at Hank's Hideaway in twenty minutes. I will find you. Come alone.

A friend                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Rogue's heart sank as she read the letter. The word "lover" glared at her from the page, an angry accusation. Immediately, Rogue's mind flashed to her dreams and she felt her heart thudding in her chest.

"Marie, what is it?" Logan asked. He leaned over to read the letter and Rogue frantically clutched it to her chest. Shocked, Logan looked at her. She avoided his eyes and scrambled to stand up. "Ah have to go, Logan."

"Go where?" he asked, standing up and blocking her way.

"Logan, please, Ah have to meet someone."

"Who?"

"Just someone!"

 "I don't think you should go alone!"

"Logan, please, Ah have to do this mahself. Please." She looked into his eyes, begging him to understand.

Logan looked at her for a few moments and finally stepped aside. As Rogue hurried out of the room he watched her go with a sinking feeling. He was still staring at the door, when Jean walked in.

"Hey, Logan." She noticed the look on his face. "What's wrong?" she asked in concern.

"Marie just took off. She went to meet someone and she wouldn't say who it was." Logan said tiredly. Normally, he wouldn't talk to anyone about something that was bothering him, but he was nearing the end of his rope. Jean frowned and bit her lip. Logan noticed the gesture. "You know somethin' Jean?"

Jean sighed. If something really was going on, she felt like he had the right to know. Briefly she told Logan about meeting Rogue in the kitchen that night she'd woken from the first dream. "I just got the feeling something was wrong."

"Wrong as in . . ?" Jean looked at him apologetically. That did it. Making a decision, Logan stood up and left quickly to follow Rogue. As he left the mansion he reflected that if anyone understood the need to do something on their own it was him. He'd left Marie for a whole year to do what he had to. But with her strange behavior over the past week or so he was starting to worry. Now with what Jean had said, and even more what she hadn't, he was scared. It had taken him four years to see what had been in front of him the whole time. He wasn't going to lose her now.

 * * *  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Rogue felt horrible as she flew towards Harry's Hideaway. She hated keeping things from Logan. As bad as she felt though, she knew she would feel a whole lot worse if she lost him, and until she knew what this mystery person had to say, she wanted Logan kept out of it. Spotting Harry's, Rogue landed. As she entered the place, she took a seat alone without looking around. A few minutes later a man sat down across from her. He wore sunglasses and his face was composed.

"Mademoiselle Rogue?"

"Yes."

"Bonjour. I'm Henri LeBeau."

Rogue looked startled. "LeBeau? You mean you're-"

"Remy's brother."

"What do you want with me?"

"I wan know what you been doin' wit my brother, mademoiselle."

"What are you talking about? Ah've only seen Remy a few times since last year. We're just friends."

"Let me lay de cards out right now, chere. Remy been actin' strange f' over a week now. I 'tink he be feelin' guilty bout somethin'. Somethin' bout his wife." Behind the sunglasses Henri watched Rogue's face pale.

"What kind of something?" she asked urgently.

"I don-"

"You referred to him as mah lover in your note. Why?"

Before Henri could answer, there was a tiny whirring sound. Henri's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes going wide. He collapsed on the table and Rogue gasped when she saw the dagger in his back. Immediately she got up and blocked him with her own body. Looking around she couldn't tell where the dagger had come from.

"You're not getting out of it that easy," she muttered. Removing the dagger carefully, she then scooped him up in her arms. Rising into the air she quickly made her way back to the mansion.

* * *   

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Rogue paced back and forth in the room outside the infirmary. Jean had been in there for hours working on Henri. When she'd finally left ten minutes ago, she'd said he was all right, but he wasn't out of the woods yet. Rogue winced. What if he didn't make it? Rogue ran a hand through her hair in frustration. She had to know what Henri had been alluding to. What if Gambit was experiencing the same dreams she was? At that thought Rogue stopped cold. Gambit. What was she going to tell him? His brother was lying there in the infirmary, and she had completely forgotten to call Gambit! Rogue swore to herself. She knew she had to call Gambit to tell him about his brother, but the look in Logan's eyes when she had left made her hesitant to have Remy anywhere near him.

As she headed to the door to call Gambit, it opened and Logan stood looking at her. "Logan! Where have you been? Ah've been lookin' all over for you."

"Who is he Marie?"

Rogue looked confused. Then realization dawned. "You followed me."

"Who is he?" Logan looked her in the eyes with a steady gaze.

"His name's Henri LeBeau." At the last name Logan flinched. Concerned, Rogue hurried to finish. "Logan, he just came down here to talk to me-"

"I want to know everything Marie. I want to know what's been going on, why you haven't been sleeping." He took a deep breath and steeled himself. "Is there something going on between you and Gambit?"

Rogue's eyes widened and she almost cried. Logan looked so vulnerable. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her. He didn't pull away, but he didn't return the hug. "Logan, please believe me, nothing is going on between me and Remy." She took a deep breath and held onto him, not wanting to see his eyes. "Logan, almost two weeks ago, Ah started havin' dreams. Dreams about me and Remy." She felt Logan tense in her arms and held on tighter, afraid he'd pull away. "Ah don't know where they're coming from, Logan. Ah can't sleep, Ah don't know what to do about it. Then that letter came. Henri said that something was wrong with Remy. He thought it had something to do with his marriage. He thought Remy and Ah were havin' an affair, which we're not." she hurried to add. She paused a moment, waiting for Logan to say something.

"Why did he think that?" Logan asked quietly. He still hadn't moved.

"Ah don't know, someone stabbed him before he could say anymore. That's why Ah brought him back here. Logan, please," her voice broke.

Logan took a deep breath. Finally, his arms came up behind her back and he held her to him. With a sob, she buried her face in his chest. "Shhhh. It's o.k.," he murmured. With a sigh he pressed his cheek to her hair. "Marie, I wish you'd just told me sooner. Baby, I love you."

"Ah know," Rogue whispered. "Ah love you too. Ah was just so scared. Ah don't know where these dreams are comin' from. Ah didn't want you to think . . ."

"I know. I-"

Just then the door opened behind them. Turning, Rogue and Wolverine watched as a woman with blond hair in cornrow braids walked in. Behind her a tall man with reddish brown hair stepped forward. "Allo, chere." He turned his head to Wolverine. "Mon ami." Wolverine nodded stiffly. Gambit put his arm around his wife's waist. "Dis is my wife, Belladonna."

"It's nice to finally meet you, Rogue." Belle said softly. She looked at Wolverine. "Monsieur . . ?"

"Wolverine."

Gambit turned to Rogue. "Henri?"

"He's in the infirmary. Ah'm sure Jean wouldn't mind if you went in to see him." The two Cajuns nodded and went in. As they disappeared into the infirmary, Rogue turned back to Wolverine. He was still staring at the infirmary door. "Hey," Rogue said softly. She reached a hand up to draw Logan's face down to hers and kissed him gently. He returned the kiss. When they parted she smiled at him encouragingly. He finally smiled a little. They sat down to wait.

A few minutes later, Gambit and Belladonna came out. "How is he?" Rogue asked.

"He's still sleeping. Merde." Gambit swore.

Belle put a placating hand on his shoulder. "Husband, maybe y' should look around at de restaurant he was stabbed at, no? I'll come wit you."            "Non. I don want my wife t' follow my brother into de infirmary. I'll go."

"Husband let me go wit you. Y' not gon find anything in de dark by y'self."

Logan could feel Rogue's eyes on him. Sighing he spoke up. "I'll help you."

Gambit looked him in the eyes. "'Tanks mon ami." Logan nodded abruptly.

"Since I'm not needed I'll be at de hotel." Belle said.

Rogue put her hand on Logan's arm. "Ah'll stay here with Henri. Just in case."

* * *   

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Wolverine crept over the floor inside Harry's Hideaway. So far, neither he nor Gambit had found anything to clue them in to who might have thrown that dagger at Henri. Wolverine doubted they would. The only reason he was out here to begin with was it would make Marie happy. He was in a hurry to show her that he trusted her. Plus, the sooner they solved this mess with Henri's attack, the sooner Gumbo would go back to New Orleans where he belonged.

Outside Gambit was searching for clues on his own. His mind was in turmoil. So much had happened so fast. First the dreams, then Belle began to feel ill. Gambit flinched at that thought. He knew she had figured out something was happening and he couldn't help but think that it was his refusal to share his thoughts with her that was causing her to feel unwell.                                                                                                                                           Suddenly, his kinetic sense picked up movement around the corner. When he moved towards the figure in the shadows, it took off. Immediately, Gambit followed.

* * *   

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Rogue was startled when she heard a noise in the hallway outside the door to the waiting room. As she rose, the door opened. Gambit rushed in.            "Rogue! Did y' see anyone?"

"What? No, Ah didn't. You're the first one who's been here since ya'll left."

"Merde!"

"Remy, what happened?"

"I saw someone outside Harry's Hideaway. Dey ran t' the mansion. I lost him outside de walls."

"Well why don't we search the mansion and the grounds together? Ah'll go get Storm and ask her to watch Henri."

Gambit nodded. "What else gon happen t'night?" he sighed.

* * *   

Wolverine growled as he stalked to his bike. He'd just come out of the restaurant to tell Gambit he hadn't found anything only to find that the thief himself was now missing. If he went back to that mansion behind his back . . . Logan's eyes flashed with anger. Suddenly he saw a slight figure coming towards him. Tensing, he was about to release his claws when he caught the scent. "Belladonna."

"Logan." She had tears forming in her eyes.

Logan frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I got no one else t' turn to. I got scared at de hotel by myself. I went to de mansion to stay wit Rogue and I saw-" She choked on a sob. Logan's stomach tightened. Belle looked up at him through teary eyes. "He be wit your woman."