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A/N: Ok, you people asked for it, so here is the sequel. Technically this was going to be a one-shot story, but your reviews got me thinking, so, let me know what you think. See? Reviews are a good thing! ^ ^

Unexpected Visitor

by

gambitgirl

It was Christmas Eve and although most of the X-men were off visiting there families, Kurt had opted to stay at the mansion with Rogue. When he had called his parents in Germany to inform them of the change, they were sad but encouraged him to get to know his sister, making it clear that both of them were to visit next year.

Bamphing into the kitchen, he had to control himself as he almost ran for the cookie container Ororo had left them. Smiling in anticipation, he opened the lid and reached in, pulling out a handful of the delicious treats. Grabbing a quick glass of milk, he teleported into the living room to watch reruns of the Christmas specials.

Plopping into an empty seat on the couch, the Professor and Hank smiled at him in greeting before turning their attention back to the original animated version of How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

Noticing that Logan was nowhere in sight, Kurt smiled to himself. Either he's vatching for mein swchester's boyfriend, or he vent to the bar.

As if she could feel him thinking about her, Rogue glanced in his direction and gave him a small smile. It was really nice of him to want to stay with her, considering he hadn't seen his parents since last Christmas, but she wasn't in the mood to bond with him right now. Whenever she had some free time, her mind was filled with his face. Whenever she would think of Gambit, Remy, she corrected herself, she could feel herself getting lost in his eyes.

Sighing, Rogue turned her attention away from the window. Ever since that night, she had secretly wished he would come back to see her, and had a feeling that the others in the mansion knew it too, but she didn't care. After he came to see her at the mansion, the Professor spoke with her about it. He was concerned that the enemy might be trying to get close to the X-men, but in her heart she knew differently. Knowing how stubborn Rogue could be, he just told her to be careful.

* * *

If she had kept looking through the window, Rogue would have noticed a flash of red, piercing the night as two shadows moved silently in the darkness.

"Alright, Gumbo." Logan stood behind him. "Just remember what we talked about. You hurt her, and you'll get three new holes in yer chest."

Gambit turned to face Logan, giving a mock salute in the process. "Remy would neve' hurt de belle femme, monsieur." Seeing the look on his face, Remy turned serious.

Logan growled. "You better not, or I'll hunt you down personally." Standing up straighter, he spoke again. "Look, I still don't trust ya too much, but you've made Rogue happier, and the Professor doesn't seem to have a problem with you," Remy relaxed a bit, "yet."

He narrowed his red eyes at Logan. "You don' trust Remy jus' 'cause he work fer Magneto. Dat don' make him a bad homme, oui?"

Logan turned and started to walk away. "Just don't hurt her or I'll hurt you."

Gambit chuckled at the retreating form, thinking of the past few hours.

* * *

He had been depressed so he thought a drink would make him feel better, but unluckily enough for him, the same bar was being occupied by Wolverine. Turning, he sighed in relief as he saw a clear path to the front door opening up. But before he could duck out, he was slammed through the back door and in an alley by a small man. Before he could say anything, a gruff voice spoke up.

"I could smell ya a mile away, Cajun."

Facing the smaller man, he prepared to defend himself. "You quick fer a littl' man."

Logan smiled grimily. "There's a lot ya don't know about me."

Remy put his hands up in defense. "Look, homme, Remy not come ta fight. He jus' wanna drink."

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" Logan inquired, lifting an eyebrow at him.

Gambit flashed an award-winning smile in his direction. "All in da charm."

Wolverine growled. "Is that what you did to Rogue? You just charming your way into her life?" He was unconsciously moving forward, claws itching to be released.

Remy backed into a wall and looked him in the eye. "Remy not like dat" Logan stopped, clearly waiting for him to continue. "He know dat she got a problem, but he don' wan' her to be 'lone in facin' it." Pausing, he continued. "Remy jus' wan' be der fer chere."

Logan stood there and watched the Cajun carefully. He didn't seem to be lying and sounded genuine in his feelings for her, but he was still the enemy. "You serious about this? It's not some sort of trick?"

Remy shook his head. "Non."

Wolverine sighed. I'm probably gonna hate myself fer this later, but at least she'll be happy. "Why don't you come by the institute tonight and give her a visit."

Remy blinked. "You serious?" He narrowed his eyes as he thought of something. "Dis ain't no trick ta try and capture Remy?"

Logan chuckled. "I wouldn't have the patience ta take this long ta trick somebody."

Remy grinned. "Den what are we waitin' fer, monsieur?"

* * *

The front door opened, but a quick scan from the Professor revealed it was only Logan. He walked into the living room and was greeted by Kurt with a yawn.

"Isn't it a little late?" He inquired.

Kurt grinned. "Nein, it's never late for me."

Hank couldn't help but grin as he spoke. "We'll try to wait for you in the morning, but after breakfast, I can't promise we won't start anything while you're still sleeping."

Kurt rose his furrowed his eyebrows in thought. Shaking his head, he stood up. "You're right! I need mein energy in the morning. But vhat about Rogue?" He pointed in her direction.

"We'll just let her sleep there," Logan replied. This will be a good opportunity fer 'em.

For who, Xavier inquired mentally.

Logan just grinned at him. "I'll see ya in the mornin'." With that said, he made his way up the stairs.

"Vell, goodnight Professor. Mr. McCoy." Kurt bamphed to his room.

"I'll see you in the morning, Professor."

"Good night, Hank." Xavier glanced at Rogue. Goodnight Rogue, he sent telepathically. His only response was when she turned her head and mumbled something he couldn't hear. Smiling, he wheeled away.

* * *

"Hmm?" Rogue opened her eyes and noticed she was still downstairs. Ah can't believe they just left meh here! Standing up, she stretched her back and was making her way to the stairs when she heard a light raping on the window.

Curious, she walked back the way she had come and looked outside. Seeing nothing, she was about to turn around when two red eyes appeared out of nowhere.

Stifling back a cry of surprise, she practically ran to the door to let him in. "What are ya doing here," she hissed at him.

Her only reply was a grin. "Merr' Christmas, cherie." He wiped the snow off his arms. "Can' Remy come in? It's a littl' cold out der."

Rogue smiled at him. "Come on in." Remy walked over to the fire and tried to warm up. "How long were ya out there?"

Pausing to blow into his hands before answering, he grinned at her. "Remy t'ought ya look cute sleepin' dere on th' chair. He didn' wan' ta disturb ya." He reached into his trench coat and pulled out a red rose. "Sides, it was a littl' hard ta fin' a rose fer ya in dis weather."

Reaching out, Rogue smiled at him as he handed it to her, blushing a little. This didn't escape Remy, and he smirked.

Regaining her composure, Rogue tried again. "What are ya doing here?"

Grinning, he stepped closer to her. "Remy wan' ta see ya 'gain." A thought crossed his mind quickly. "Ya don' wan' ta see Remy?"

Rogue quickly looked up at him and blushed. "Course ah do. It's just that if Logan comes down, he might not be too happy."

"Don' worry 'bout him, chere. It's jus' da two o' us." Reaching for the radio, he turned it on and pulled Rogue closer to him. They sat on the floor together, listening to the music.

Rogue spoke quietly. "Ah'm glad ya came back ta see meh, Remy."

"Remy couldn' stop tinking o' ya ,chere," he admitted.

Rogue yawned and moved closer into Remy. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned back against the wall next to the fireplace that had a nice view of the tree. She rested her head on his chest, moving her hands on top of his, still holding the rose. Both were content to just be in each others arms.

The warmth from the fire accompanied by the soft playing music from the radio were enough to make the two teens tired.

"Remy?"

"Oui, chere?"

"Are ya gonna be here in the morning?"

He smiled down at her. "If ya wan'."

Rogue smiled sleepily at him as she closed her eyes. "Ah do."

He ginned as he rested his head on top of hers, and fell asleep.

* * *

"So this is what Logan was up to," Xavier acknowledged.

"Logan planned this?" Hank was surprised.

"Don't even think I'm gettin' soft." Logan stood behind the two as they watched Rogue and Remy sleeping by the fire.

Hank smiled. "Thought never crossed my mind. But now that you mention it..." Logan growled at him, "who's up for some breakfast?" Hank quickly moved into the kitchen.

"Where's the Elf?" Logan asked.

"I believe he's trying to capture the moment on film."

Logan rolled his eyes as he followed the Professor into the kitchen.

* * *

"Ah," Kurt exclaimed. "Now this is a Kodak moment."

Snapping off a roll of film, he quickly bamphed away when he saw Remy opening his eyes. "Got ta get a copy o' dose from de homme later." Closing his eyes again, he pulled Rogue closer to him and fell asleep one more.