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            Disclaimer – I don't own X-Men: Evolution

            Cajun Spice was awesome. :) Pyro was hilarious in it.. *drools* and so was Gambit..

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            "Ah've jus' gotten so used ta 'im in mah head." Rogue admitted looking down nervously at her hands that were placed on her lap. She shook her head. "Anyway, how do ya plan ta get 'im out?"

            "By this." Charles said holding out his hand to her. Placed in his hand was a shiny black choker. Rogue raised her brow at it.

            "Ah have a few of those. Some with spikes an'—"

            "This isn't a choker Rogue. It is an old device used to trap in mutant powers. It was used long ago to keep mutants from becoming too powerful. I think that if you wear it, Gambit will be released into his body."

            'T'ink? He's basin' this on a thought? Mon dieu. Remy is goin' t' die.' He paused. ''Least I shall die a happy man in mon chére's head.'

            'Since when am Ah yoah chére?'

            'Since y' absorbed me. Like it wasn' fate, Roguey.'

            She smirked then realized that the people in the room were staring at her. "Uh, Are ya sure it's gonna work? What if somethin' goes wrong?"

            "She's right, Chuck. We can't risk her gettin' hurt."

            "Ah'm talkin' 'bout what happens if somethin' happens ta Remy." 

            'Aww! Roguey, y' really care 'bout 'dis li'l Cajun.'

             "What happens to him?" Logan asked in disbelief. "This ain't goin' to effect him, Stripes. We don't even know the side effects of that thing."

            'Looks like I should be gettin' comfortable in 'ere.'

            Rogue sighed, stood up and walked towards the door. "'Till yoah absolutely sure this is gonna work, don't bothah me."

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            "Will ya stop gloatin'?"

            'I jus' never knew y' cared so much, mon chére.'

            "Ah jus' don't want anythin' ta happen ta ya. Ah mean, it is kinda mah fault yoah in mah head an' Ah'm never admittin' that again so if ya ever mention it Ah jus' deny it."

            'Remy t'inks we've grown closer.'

            Rogue sighed. There were some things she just couldn't deny. "Yeah." She cracked her knuckles. "Ah don't hate ya as much as Ah used ta."

            He laughed. ''Dere ain't no more hate in 'dis relationship.'

            "What relationship?"

            'Ours.'

            She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, what a relationship we have. Yoah stuck in mah head. That's a rock solid relationship, Remy."

            'Remy t'ink so!'

            "But what happens when ya get back inta yoah body?"

            'I don' know, Roguey, I don' know.'

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            Kitty and Jubilee had their heads phased through the door and stared into the darkness as Rogue mumbled words out loud. Kitty then decided to give Rogue her privacy (since they couldn't really hear her) and phased their heads out of the door.

            "How cute is that? I think Rogue and Gambit are, like, the only ones who haven't noticed."

            Jubilee nodded. "They so love each other. Even if we don't know what's going on in her head."

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            "Ah think Ah should give it a try. Ah mean, Ah would like ta have a cleared up mind for once."

            'An' I t'ink mon body smells by now. Can't have that. It be unattractive fo' y' mon chére. 'Course y' could always give me a sponge bath.. Mm?'

            "Okay. That there is one reason Ah want ya outta mah head."

            'Y' ain't got any other reasons.'

            "Yeah Ah do! Yoah distruptin' mah thoughts and disturbin' mah mind."

            'Pffft. Stupid reasons! Plus.. y' know y' like it..'

            "Oh yeah. Of course Ah do."

            ''Course y' do. 'Least y' admitted it. Guess I be too charmin'.. Everyone loves Gambit.'

            "Yeah. They love 'im ta death. Literally."

            'What 'bout y'?'

            "Yeah." She rolled her eyes. "Ah love ya ta pieces." She paused. "Er, death."

            Remy smiled.

            ***

            Rogue sat on Hank's desk examining the 'choker.' "How do ya get it on?" She asked noticing it had no latch to open or close it.

            "That's what we are trying to figure out."

            'Heh.. he don' know.' Gambit smirked. 'Why don' y' put it down an' go take a nice warm shower o' somethin'?"

            "Gawd, Shut up Remy." She said. Hank turned around and gave her a look. "Uh, Ah mean.. Remy, Will ya please be quiet?" Hank just smiled.

            Rogue got up off the desk and walked over to the mirror. "Ya know, this would look awesome with mah black halter top." She brought it up to her neck to see how it would work. The black ringed choker then snapped onto her neck. She screamed and stumbled back. She reached up and tried to pull it off but it was so thin it was like it was now a part of her skin. "Get it off!" She screamed groping the wall. Her energy seemed to fade away. She fell to her knees as she felt a wave of nausea pass through her. Gambit seemed to disappear deeper into her mind. "Mah head." She managed to mutter before she passed out.

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            "I can't get it off. It seems as if it's now a part of her skin." Hank tried to explain to Charles and Logan. "I think it was made to only be taken off by the person who put it—" He was startled when a small moan came from Rogue.

            She laid on the bed with her eyes half open. She felt nauseas more than anything. She felt that if she tried to talk, the food she had recently eaten would just pour right out. The thought sickened her even more.

            "Rogue, how do you feel?" Xavier asked wheeling towards her. She blinked. Her eyes were fully opened by now. How did she feel? Tired. Weak. Sick to her stomach. Her head hurt.

            "Ah've been bettah." She winced. Her throat was raw. It hurt to swallow. She then remembered what happened and realized that she could not feel Gambit in her head. "Oh mah—" She put her hands up to her head. Where was he? Why couldn't she sense him?

            "He's still in there." The professor answered the un-asked question. "He's fallen in so deep into your mind that you can't talk nor sense him anymore."

            "In othah words.. Ah've killed 'im?" She asked. Her stomach was now doing flip-flops. "This didn't help at all? Now he's lost in mah mind fohevah?"

            "Why did you put it on?" Ororo asked. She stood next to Rogue. She leaned down and brushed Rogue's white strands of hair out of her face. "We didn't think you would."

            "Ah didn't mean ta. Ah jus' put it next ya mah neck an' it jus' like snapped on, 'Ro." Rogue tried to block the incoming tears. "Ah didn't mean foh this ta happen. Now Ah've lost 'im. Now Ah've lost Remy fohevah."

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            "Remy.." She stared at his nearly lifeless body. His chest slowly rose up then down. At least he was still breathing. Thanks to the life support machines. "Ah'm sorrah Rem. Ah nevah meant ta kill ya." She walked over closer to him. A tear rolled down her cheek. "Ya were wrong 'bout ya smellin'. Ya jus' need ta shave." She let out a soft sob then brought her hand up to her mouth. "Oh mah gawd. Oh mah gawd." Rogue tried to wipe the falling tears but the more she did the faster they fell. "Ya know why Ah didn't like ya at first, Swamp rat?" Silence was her answer. "Ah don't even know. All Ah know is that ya made meh fall hard foh ya. Ah really couldn't stand ya at first an' now look.. Ah'm takin' ta ya." She took his hand and squeezed it. "Ah guess Ah really got ta know ya.." She laughed then sniffled. "Ah mean ya were in mah head. We both got ta know each other. An' right now Ah really don't want ta lose ya." Her voice cracked. She then practically flung herself at him and cried into his chest. Her tears fell from her eyes and landed on his bare chest. "A-Ah love ya Remy." The only thing that could be heard in the small room was Rogue's silent sobs. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder.

            "Roguey?"

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