Author's Note: Thanks again for all of the wonderful reviews, and a big thanks to all of you who pointed out my little mistake (I have no idea why I made Remy a wife). Your words really do mean a lot and really motivate me to write more. I'm not very good with accents so you might just have to imagine them in a lot of areas. I tried to differentiate the thoughts from dialogue through punctuation use. This run in their life is going to run a lot longer than three parts. I apologize if this chapter is not a filling but I just needed to get it out to keep me going. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I'm not creative enough to think up these characters so I just borrow them.

Back to Bayville

She ran.

Her footfalls fell silently. Tears streamed down her face, causing her to run blindly through the black void. *This can't be happening,* she thought. *Where am Ah? Ah can't find mah way out!* Everything was so dark. The tears soon turned to sobs and she wearily sunk to the ground, her lungs unable to keep up any longer.  She pulled her knees tightly to her chest, trying to quiet the noise her crying was making. She wanted to be found, a wish that didn't go unnoticed, she found, as two arms enveloped her.

"Too close," she thought and whirled out of the person's arms. She could not make out the person standing in front of her, save for two faintly glowing red orbs. She felt a hand latch on to her arm. She struggled to pull free but the grip was too strong.

"Wake up."

"Wha-? What do ya mean?"

"Open y'r eyes, chere."

As soon a she heard the word chere the black void dissolved into a field with a lone house standing in the center.

Remy jerked back as if scalded. He looked at the girl lying in the infirmary bed. She was lying still after forcing him out. The Acolytes were staying at Xavier's while Xavier and Magneto searched for the mysterious third key. They felt that their combined forces would be needed to fight the impending doom. Remy had been wandering around the house when his empathy picked up strong feelings of distraught and panic. In a daze, he followed those feelings to the source, not quite sure of how he ended up in the infirmary.  When he walked in he saw a girl lying in the bed thrashing about. Without thinking he walked over to her and held her, riding the feelings into her mind. When she pulled out of his grasp he tried to wake her up and when he told her to open her eyes, he was promptly forced out of her mind. She had stopped moving, though.

*Weird,* he thought. He gazed at her for a moment. A fine sheen of sweat covered her brow but at least she was calm now. There was something about this girl he couldn't quite figure out.  When they had first met on the battlefield, he had hesitated. She seemed familiar somehow. The brown hair and white streaks had definitely set off some alarms in the back of his head but he still couldn't figure her out. He was sure he would remember a femme this beautiful. He thought back to their first meeting and remembered her hesitating, too. The look on her face was somewhere between confusion and recognition. The nearby explosions shook him out of his reverie and he had made a hasty retreat, using a card for distraction. Sitting gently on the bed, he took one of her hands in his and tried to 'feel' her again. He sensed her confusion and rode the feeling back to her mind once again.

Rogue wandered through the house. It felt familiar to her but she knew she had never been to a place like this. The room she was in had a lot of books lying about. She looked at one of them. "The Art of Mixing Herbs?" She was about to open it when she heard the door open behind her.

Remy walked in and saw Rogue look up from a book.

Rogue was shocked. He was the last person she expected to see walk through the door. All she could do was stare. She looked into his eyes and felt the same sense of familiarity that she felt at their first meeting. "Hi."

"Hi."

"How did you get here? Ah don't even know how Ah got here."

"Y'r dreamin'. Kinda got pulled in wit' ya."

"Oh."

Voices wafted in from outside. Rogue froze as Remy looked for a hiding spot.  Spotting what looked like a pantry door, he grabbed Rogue and pulled both of them in. He left the door open a crack so that he could see out the door. He watched as two figures walked in. At first thought he recognized them as two of the instructors that he had met, the one with the white hair and the guy with the claws. Remy motioned for Rogue to keep quiet and she nodded in acknowledgement. They listened as the adults began speaking.

"It is nice to have all of the children here again." Rogue recognized that to be Miss Munroe.

"Yeah. I did kind of miss having them around." Rogue was a bit taken aback. She knew that voice belonged to Logan but it seemed to have lost its hardened gruffness.

"Even Kurt?" Ororo asked playfully.

Remy saw Logan place his head in his hands. "Please don't remind me."

Ororo's light chuckle permeated the air. "Katherine is growing up. It won't be long before our Kitten is married and having children of her own."

"I know, I know. But as much as I like Kurt, I feel like he's going to take my little girl away."

"What the hell?" Rogue thought. She tapped Remy's shoulder and motioned for him to move a little so she could see. When an embracing Ororo and Logan entered her field of vision, she recoiled a bit, feeling a bit guilty for spying on a private moment.

Remy noticed this and whispered, "This is y'r dream. Y'can watch whatev'r y'want." Rogue nodded and tried to peak again.

"Remy and Rogue seem to be quite happy to see each other again," Ororo told Logan.

Both pantry occupants perked up at their names.

*Who's Remy?* Rogue wondered.

*Who's Rogue?* Remy asked himself.

"It's a good thing, since they are supposed to be married and all."

"Yes, they are quite charming together. Jean-Luc made an excellent decision in setting those two up."

"Married? I'm supposed to get married? And my papa set this up? Can't be. Wait a minute. It can't be. This is her dream. She don't know me or my father. What the hell is going on?" The thoughts raced through Remy's mind.

"I'm dreaming about getting married? Please."

As Rogue continued to watch, the people she was spying on began to get a little unfocused. She looked around the room and all the colors started to blend together. She felt and hand on her shoulder and looked up.

"I t'ink y'r wakin' up. See y'on de other side." Remy quickly faded away.

With his departure the world around Rogue darkened once again and she was alone. She closed her eyes and immediately she felt a sensation similar to that of falling. She opened her eyes in fear and found herself staring into Remy's red and black ones. Surprised by the close proximity of another face to hers, she jerked away instinctively. Sensing her discomfort, Remy got up from the bed and moved to the chair that had been placed next to it. Rogue sat up and eyed the room cautiously, searching all areas as if to make sure she was really awake. When her eyes landed on her visitor, she noticed his puzzled look. They stared at each other in an awkward silence until Remy finally spoke.

"Dat was . . . diff'rent."

She pulled the covers closer around her. "So, ya were really there?"

He ran a gloved had through his hair. "Yeah, but I'm not real sure how I did dat. Didn't t'ink my powers worked like dat." He had the grace to look sheepish.

Rogue was about to reply but was cutoff when Kurt teleported into the room holding a tray. "Oh good! You're awake. I thought that maybe-" he stopped when his eyes began to take in his surroundings. Rogue was sitting up in bed and one of the guys that came with Magneto was sitting in the chair next to her. His eyes narrowed slightly as he turned his attention to Gambit. "Vhat's going on?"

"It's okay, Kurt. He just heard me having a bad dream." Rogue said, trying to defuse the situation.

"How did you get down here? You haven't been shown zis area."

Remy held up his hands in defense. "Hey, I didn' mean to come down 'ere. She was shootin' off some strong emotions and I got drawn in. Don' even know how I got 'ere."

Kurt backed down just a little bit. "Are you a telepath, too?"

"Non, dey call it empat'y. I can read emotions an' feelin's, not t'oughts."

Rogue cut in. "If you're not a telepath, how were ya able to get in my head?"

"Like I said earlier, I dunno. It's not s'posed to work dat way."

"I'm getting the professor," Kurt said. He teleported away before either of them could protest.

Rogue flopped back down on the bed. "Great. Now the professor is going to go poking around in my head."

Remy got up and sat on the edge of the bed so he could see her face. "M'sorry for intrudin'. If I had known I could do dat den I wouldn't have tried to wake ya."

She shook her head. "Naw. It ain't your fault. You were just tryin' ta help. Can't blame ya really. Ah can't control my powers either."

"What can you do?" he asked, curious.

"Ah absorb people. Drain 'em is more like it. When Ah touch someone, Ah get their mem'ries, thoughts, feelin's and powers if they got some. Ah guess Ah take some of their life force, too, since it can take a while for people to recover. The first person Ah touched was put into a coma. And a little piece of everyone Ah've touched stays in my head."

*Talk about forbidden fruit,* he thought. He appraised the girl in front of him. She was quite beautiful. In the heat of the battle he hadn't really had the opportunity to check her out but her fiery determination was quite attractive, for being the enemy. All he had known about her then was that she was a heck of a fighter and had a nice body to boot. As he looked at her now, he could see the how entrancing her deep green eyes were and how silky soft her flawless skin looked. An errant strand of white hair hung in one of her eyes and he had to suppress the urge to tuck it behind her ear. A tiny frown was apparent on her face, drawing his attention to her full, pouty lips.

"Are ya starin'?"

"Huh? Oh, no. I was jus' thinkin' 'bout how rough it mus' be. I 'member what it was like when I couldn' touch nothin'."

Rogue thought back to their fight. "Ya make things explode with a touch."

"Oui, chere. Sorry about de card, by de way." He smiled apologetically before continuing. "I 'member when I first got my powers. Nearly blew up de house. Had to sleep with m'hands tied to the bedposts so I wouldn' touch nothin'. I understand what it's like to not have control."

"Yeah," she agreed softly. She would have said more but heard voices out in the hall. She looked at the door and watched as the professor wheeled himself in with Scott and Kurt in tow.

"Hello Rogue, Remy. I take it you two have met?"

They looked at each other in surprise. Rogue fought the blush that threatened to stain her cheeks. *This is Remy?! The name from the dream? Great, and he heard everything, too. Bet he's wondering what the hell he was doing in my dream,* she thought.

*Dis is Rogue? But I don't know her. How could she dream about us getting married if we don't know each other . . .?*

Despite the thoughts running through their heads, they were able to nod in agreement.

He wheeled over to them while Kurt and Scott strode over to the side of the bed opposite of Remy, Scott sitting on the bed and Kurt taking an empty chair. "Kurt tells me that you were able to enter Rogue's dream but there was some confusion over how if occurred. Am I correct?"

"Oui." Remy replied.

"How are you feeling, Rogue?"

"I'm okay."

"Good. Well, I would like to observe the both of you to see how that happened but I think Rogue might have to be asleep for that. Perhaps when she falls asleep later on I may try and figure it out. Is that okay with the both of you?"

Rogue gave a defeated, "Ah guess," while Remy only nodded. The professor also nodded in acknowledgement and left the room. Kurt and Scott stayed behind and all four sat together in silence. Remy looked over at Scott. Since he first met the guy he simply didn't like him. Something about him just rubbed him the wrong way. Seeing him sitting on the edge of Rogue's bed only increased the hostility he felt towards the boy. He wanted to say something to him about it but held his tongue. What was the point? For all he knew, this was Rogue's boyfriend. Remy shifted in his seat. For some reason, he didn't like that thought either. *What the hell?! Calm down, man. It's not like you like de girl. She's just pretty.* He looked over at Kurt and saw that he was watching Rogue with concern. He could possibly be Rogue's boyfriend but Remy didn't think that sounded right. *Maybe they're related,* he pondered. *Yeah, right! He's blue and furry and she is definitely not.* He didn't get a chance to think about it further as the silence was finally broken by Scott's voice.

"Kurt said you were having a bad dream. You okay?"

She tried to brush him off. "Ah'm fine, really. It was just a dream. No big deal. It wasn't even that bad."

"Are you sure? We can hang out here if you want-"

"Scott, Ah'm fine. You guys don't have to stay here."

"As your older brother it's my job to look out for you," Kurt piped up.

She turned her attention to Kurt. "I'm adopted. You're not my real brother." She knew her comment would sting the moment it left her mouth so she tried to soften them by adding with a smile, "Besides, why do ya get to be older?"

A hint of hurt flashed across his face before returning her smile. "My birthday is before yours. That makes me older."

"Please. Now that we know the real story we have no idea when our birthdays are. For all we know, I could be the older sister."

"Or you could be twins," Scott added.

"Doesn't matter," she said. "Someone still has to be older."

Scott scratched his head. "Not really. Since you are adopted, there is a chance, a slim chance but still a chance, that you guys were born at the exact same time."

Rogue's brow furrowed in thought. "That's true. I don't think I want to be twins anyway. I like having my own birthday."

"Great! We can keep our birthdays and I get to be older!"

Just then, Jean entered the room. "Hi everyone. I hope I'm not interrupting."

Scott smiled when he turned to see her. "Nope. We were just talking."

"Oh. Rogue, you're looking a lot better today."

"Thanks," Rogue muttered in return. Jean ignored it.

"I was just wondering if you still wanted to go?" she asked Scott and he immediately got off the bed.

"Yeah! I almost forgot." He turned to Rogue. "Just let me know if you need anything, okay?"

Rogue just nodded. She didn't watch as Scott and Jean left hand in hand.

Kurt got up. "I'm going to go get zomething to eat. I brought food for you earlier but I forgot to bring it back. Are you hungry?"

"Not really. Go ahead and eat. Ah'll get something if Ah need it."

He nodded and then eyed Remy out of the corner of his eye. "You going to be okay?"

Rogue sighed. "Don't worry. Ah'm look but don't touch. Remember?"

Not knowing how to answer, he simply said, "alright" and teleported away.

 Remy had been watching the whole time in interest and had learned a lot. For some reason, he felt better knowing that Scott wasn't the boyfriend. The guy was practically oozing with delight when the red head had come into the room. At the same time, Rogue was trying very hard to mask her irritation. Remy would have missed it if it hadn't hit him so strongly before Rogue got it under control. He was surprised to be completely wrong about Kurt being the brother but after a while it felt like it fit. He looked over at Rogue. She was laid back on the pillow with her eyes closed. He admired her for a moment before asking, "Do you want me to go, too?"

She opened her eyes. "Only if you're going to coddle me. Ah know they mean well but geez. Ah'm a big girl."

"They jus' care 'bout ya." He thought back to the adoption part of the conversation. "Y'know, jus' 'cause y'r adopted don't mean Kurt ain't y'r real brother." She looked over at him as he continued to talk. "I'm adopted, too. I got an older brother and we consider each other family, even though we ain't related by blood."

She covered her face with her hands. "Ah know. It's just taking some getting used to. We just found out a while ago." She laid there for a moment before moved her hands. "Can Ah ask you a question?"

"Shoot."

"Not to be rude or anythin', but why are ya still here? Ah mean, Ah don't even know you."

"What? You don't think I stayed to enjoy your lovely company?" She gave him a look.

Remy sat back in the chair. "Fine. Honestly? I'm not sure how I got here and everyone else left before I could follow dem out. Thought it might be a little embarrassin' to ask for directions."

Rogue looked at him with wide eyes. Then she burst into laughter.

Remy stood and folded his arms. "Y'know, y'r makin' it seem like it'd be worth it to get lost," he said with mock hurt.

"Ah'm sorry," she tried to say between giggles, "but you just don't strike me as the type to get lost."

"An' why is dat?"

She took a breath to calm down and cleared her throat. "Bobby tol' me you were some kind of master thief after y'all went after the second key. It was jus' funny to hear that ya might get lost seeing as how all ya have to do is find the elevator. Ah didn't mean to offend. Ah know ya probably were all disoriented an' stuff when ya got here. Ah'm sorry. Ya don't have to go. Ah don't get much company down here." She smiled at him.

"Hmph. "'pology accepted." Remy sat back down.

Rogue cheered silently on the inside before realizing what she was doing. *What the hell am I doing?! I'm fraternizing with the enemy!* She looked at Remy as he rummaged around in his coat. He certainly was attractive. He was still dressed in his battle gear and, despite wearing a coat, she could tell he worked out. His features were ruggedly handsome but still showed some youth. *Well, maybe it won't be that bad.* She couldn't see his eyes because they were downcast but she couldn't forget the eerie red on black combination. Something about them just screamed at her in recognition but she still couldn't figure it out. She continued to watch him as he produced a brand new package of playing cards. Her eyes widened slightly. Remy sensed her discomfort and looked at her.

"Don' worry. I'm not gonna charge 'em. Jus' wonderin' if y'wanted to play cards or somthin'." He tossed the pack on the bed to prove his point. She picked it up and removed the wrapper. She removed the cards and began to shuffle them. *I bet her hands be real soft,* he thought before dismissing it. *Don't go there, homme. Not trying to fall for the enemy.* He continued to watch her delicate fingers expertly mix the cards. *Though it wouldn't be the first time,* he reasoned with himself. Rogue stopped shuffling.

"What do ya want to play?"

"How 'bout Speed?"

Rogue shook her head. "Ah don't have any gloves down here. Wouldn't want to accidentally touch ya."

Remy held up his hands. "I got gloves on. Y'r safe. I trust ya to be careful. If an accident happens I won't blame ya."

She looked doubtful. "Ah dunno. Ah really don't want to hurt ya. Even if it is an accident."

He reached over and touched a finger to her hand, holding the hand down on the bed. She jerked at the touch but not with enough force to remove her hand. "See? It's okay. When I got my p'wers I didn' wan' touch nothin' either but dey told me I'd never learn control if I didn' try."

Rogue sighed. "Fine." He released her hand and she dealt the cards.