Rogue had walked all over Bayville. She was desperate. She needed to talk to someone, and she felt like she had no one to talk to. She needed to tell someone just how much she hated Jean. To tell someone that last week she had seriously considered suicide. To ask someone just what if feels like to kiss.

But there was no one for her to talk to.

She continued to walk and was surprised where she ended up.

"Yo, what are you doin' here?" Toad opened the heavy wooden door with a loud creak.

"Ah was just wonderin' if mahybe I could." Rogue started to say.

"Hey-what-is-she-doin'-here?" Pietro flew down the stairs and stood behind Toad.

"I dunno, yo."

"Well...ah.." Rogue searched for words. She frantically searched her head for a way to say "I just want to talk to someone".

"Well-what-is-it, Skunk Head?" Pietro said impatiently.

"Ah..nothing! Forget it!" Rogue shouted and stormed off the front porch.

"What was her problem?" Lance stepped up behind Toad and Pietro, drinking a can of Coke.

"I dunno."

It was getting dark and had started to drizzle by the time Rogue reached the Bayville Park. It was one of her favorite places to write poetry. The long twisting sidewalks wound in and out of tree coves and through flower beds. But right now it wasn't as inviting as usual. The sky was growing dim and Rogue felt cold drops begin to splatter on her exposed skin. She crossed her arms for warmth, but received none from the sheer green shirt she wore.

Maybe it was time to go home. Everyone was probably doing other stuff by now. Maybe she could talk to someone. Maybe Ororo would be free. She turned around heading for the Park exit, she lifted her gaze from the ground and focused on a tall silhouette leaning against on of the trees.

"Bonsoir chérie."

"What are you doin' here?" Rogue looked at him with disgust.

"Nice evenin' for a walk, no?"

Rogue felt the icy drops on her cheek again. "Not really."

"Well, you dropped this. I thought you would like it back." The tall man stretched out his arm revealing her poetry book.

"Give me that!" Rogue lunged for the purple book as Remy pulled it up and out of reach. He turned his back toward her as she gave him a dirty look.

"To know what touch feels like, I do not," he read aloud. "I feel only the soft petals of flowers and the warmth of tea. I long just for one thing but I will never have it. The heat from a human, holding me close."

"What are yah gonna laugh at me now?" Rogue looked at the wet grass.

"Laugh? I think not mademoiselle!"

Rogue started calming down. She no longer felt angry. When she looked at this man in front of her, everything else seemed to melt away. "Wha don't you just gimme back mah book, its rainin' and I think I should go home."

"You are froi, Rogue?"

"Yes Ahm cold...how did you know my name?" she gave him a suspicious look.

"But your name is not Rogue at all, is it?"

"What difference does it make? No one else has ever bothered to ask what it was."

"You are not ready to tell me." He walked closer to her. "Tell me, then, chérie, do you feel my warmth now?" Gambit wrapped his arms around the mutant girl.

"Please don't touch me." Rogue begged, half out of fear for herself and half out of fear for him. Remy ignored her plea and held her tightly. He felt her cheek pressing into his warm chest. She felt his heart beating through his shirt. A tear escaped down her cheek. She couldn't tell what she was feeling. She felt scared and happy at the same time.

Remy put his gloved hand under her chin and aimed it up towards his face and he smiled down at her. Another tear trickled down Rogue's pale cheek and she closed her eyes. She suddenly felt an unfamiliar warmth on her crimson colored lips. Her eyes shot open, terrified that she was going to put this man into a coma. But he was still there. His eyes closed gently. Rogue took a step back and looked at him before she realized he was holding an Ace of Hearts.

'It must be the kinetic energy I felt.' she thought absently in her head, knowing fully that she couldn't have really felt his lips through a paper card.

"Maybe mademoiselle would like to go out for a while?" he asked.

"Ah dunno." she brushed a white strand from her eyes. "Where would yah wanna go?"

"Someplace...fun." he answered in a thick Cajun accent. "You like to have fun, don't you?"

"Of course ah do." Rogue smiled. "Just one thing before we go. What is your name?" she felt foolish for not knowing this man's name, besides "Gambit", which is what she heard Magneto refer to him as.

"Remy LeBeau." He smiled and he grabbed her hand gently and lead her out of the park.

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