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It wasn't the scream that had woken Remy. It was when he felt himself lifted up out of bed by his shirt that he was awake and aware. Aware that he was being lifted. Immediately his eyes opened… and met red on black eyes. His own red on black eyes, unless there was another person with his unusual eye color that he was unaware of.

           "What did ya do?" A familiar voice hissed at him in the darkness. The voice sounded familiar – and rightly so. It was his voice. It was his Cajun accent, yet the voice wasn't Cajun.

The glowing red eyes narrowed.

           "What 'de hell…?" he wondered aloud. The words that he had mumbled were his, only they didn't sound like his.

He jerked away from the person and fell off the edge of the bed. Much to his surprise, he discovered that he had become surprisingly weak – and his butt had become more cushioned. He quickly scrabbled to his feet and fumbled with the lamp until he finally found the knob to turn it on. When he saw who had grabbed him, his heart stopped.

It was himself.

His heart started pounding again, faster and harder. His eyes widened. "Who 'de hell are you?"

           "Rogue."

           There was about a minute of silence before Remy could answer. He looked around the room. "Where is Rogue? What did you do t' 'er?"

           "No, ya stupid swamp rat, Ah am Rogue." Remy didn't know quite how to respond to that. The voice tantalized him. It was his voice… with a southern accent. Remy was one confused person. "Gawd Remy, listen to yoahself."

           "I don't –" Then he understood. This voice wasn't his voice. It was Rogue's voice. He blinked. How did he get Rogue's voice? "Merde. I'm goin' back t' bed."

           "Remy, Ah'm you. Yoah me." Remy was then dragged by 'himself' into the bathroom and put in front of a mirror, forced to look into it. Remy stared at his reflection. But he found himself staring at Rogue.

           He was Rogue.

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           When you get up in the morning, the last thing you want to see is an unshaved guy with bed head hair looking back at you from the mirror. It's not the most comforting reflection to see when you're still groggy and your eyes are only half-open. It's especially not comforting when that stubbled chin and disoriented hair aren't yours. That was what Rogue had woken up to.

Then when she had screamed, that scared even her more than her reflection that wasn't really her reflection. Why? Because it was Remy's voice. Not hers. She looked down at herself and realized that, without a doubt, she was Remy. She had half a mind too look down her pants and check the goods just to be sure.

She raced out of the bathroom and halted. She – no – her body was sleeping peacefully on the bed. But she recovered from the initial shock and the first thing she did was hoist herself up. With Remy's strength, she realized just how light her body was. With Remy's body, she also realized just how bothersome a nut sac really was. And with Remy's body, she got to hear her voice through someone else's ears. Her southern voice with a seasoning of Cajun spice.

It was difficult to make Remy understand what had happened. She had to stand him in front of the mirror for him to see it and fully grasp the situation. How it had happened, though, neither of them knew. Neither of them could fathom how they could have possible switched bodies…

But they had.

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It was weird sitting next to her body. It was probably just as weird for Remy to be sitting next to her. Her legs dangled off the table, almost touching the floor. The proportions of Remy's body were so different from what she was accustomed to.

She reached a hand up to rub the round… thing that Hank had stuck to her forehead, but ended up poking herself in the eye. Remy's arms were also longer – and the difference nearly had her going insane. There was a round patch on each temple, a wire extending out of each. Hank, stifling a yawn, was at his seat in front of a large monitor. It had two sets of patterns on it. She guessed they were brainwave patterns.

"Have you two had skin-to-skin contact since Rogue removed the collar?" Hank asked.

"No," she answered. Her voice came out deep and laced with a unique mix of accents.

"What 'dose 'dat have t' do wit' anyt'in'?" Remy asked. Asked with her voice. It was creepy.

"It may be another side effect. Perhaps Rogue's powers are not acting properly, and rather than absorb your power and energy through touch… perhaps she really did absorb you."

"That doesn't explain why he's got mah body."

"As I said, perhaps your powers weren't acting as they normally do. I can't say for sure, and it doesn't even seem logical, but Remy may have also absorbed you."

They both sat in silence, blinking dumbly.

"'Dat," Remy stated finally, "is jus' creepy."

Rogue nodded. "Yeah."

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"Ah never realized how comfortable mah boobs were ta sleep on."

"Oui. I nev'r realized how much it hurt havin' me sleep on y'."

Rogue mumbled an apology and shifted her body – Remy's body – off of, well, her body.

"I can't sleep." She rubbed a hand over her face, feeling the stubble around her jaw through the flimsy material of the glove. Immediately she retracted her hand. "Gawd, this is so confusin'."

"Yo're in mon body, an' I'm in y'r body. Simple as 'dat."

"How can ya be so calm, Remy! …Rogue! …Gambit! Argh. Whoever tha hell ya are!" she growled in frustration. She pushed herself up with so much force that she almost tumbled backwards off the bed.

"Quiet, chére," said Remy, lifting a slender, gloved finger to his lips – lips that were really Rogue's. "It seven in de mornin'. People still sleepin'."

"Ah don't care if Ah wake up tha entire institute! Why can't ya take anythin' seriously, swamp rat? Why can't ya even feel like yer goin' crazy bein' in someone's body other than yer own!"

"Roguey," he said quietly, solemnly.

It was like listening to her reflection talk back, except it wasn't her reflection. It really was her body talking to her. Remy reached for her. Reached for her with her own gloved hand. Her old instincts returned and she recoiled, jerking away from the encroaching appendage. But Remy was undeterred. Finally, Rogue swatted the hands away and pie-faced him with all of her strength and all of her body weight. Which was enough to send her smaller body tumbling off the bed.

"At least yo'r ass has nice cushionin'."

Remy stood and rubbed his behind, her behind.

"Stop feelin' mah ass, swamp rat!"

He sat back down on the bed in front of her.

"But it be such a nice ass…" he said with a tiny smile. Then he suddenly got serious. "Touch me."

"What?" she sputtered.

Remy grabbed her hand and put it up in front of her face. It was his hand. His much larger, gloved hand. A glove that had had the fingertips cut out. She stared at it with wonder and a gaping mouth.

"Ah touched ya…"

"Oui. An' I'm still standin'," he smiled.

"But –"

"Touch me, Rogue."

With an uncertain disposition, she lifted her arm. It was unsteady. The fingers were trembling. Why? She didn't know. Maybe from fear, maybe from excitement, maybe from both. She watched her hand – Remy's hand – slowly move toward her own face. She watched the fingers touch the cheek and forced herself not to pull away. She watched as the fingers glided down the jaw, across the chin… and nothing happened.

"Its like watchin' monself touch… monself," said Remy.

"Remy… Ah can touch."

"Always knew y' had it in y'."

He leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the lips. Really, though, it was Rogue's body leaning forward to give herself a kiss.

"Ew. That was freaky. Don't do that again."

"Jus' wanted t' see what it was like t' kiss monself." He shrugged.

"Ya need some serious help."

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"We need t' change."

"No ya don't," said Rogue, deadpan. "Ya just wanna see me without any clothes, ya perv."

"Well, 'dat's only part o' it. I'm not really com… com-for-ble – "

"Comfortable," she supplied for him.

"– comfortable in a skirt. An' nice as lingerie looks, 'dat not agreein' wit' mon derriere."

A faint pink coloring rose on her cheeks, which meant that Remy's cheeks were blushing. But before he could notice anything, Rogue grabbed his hand – her hand – and dragged him off the bed and marched him down the hall to her room. She opened the door and ushered him in, locking the door behind them.

"Change," she commanded.

"But yo'r watchin'."

"It's mah body!"

"Good point," he said. "Where're 'de pants? An' 'de underwear?"

"Pants're in tha bottom draw. Yer gonna suffer through tha underwear."

"Roguey! I won' survive!"

"Oh cry me a river, swamp rat."

"Y' wound me, mon chére."

"Ah'm gonna do more than wound ya…" she growled.

"But 'de g-string… it gon' give me a rash or somethin'."

"Argh!" Rogue threw up her hands in frustration. She found a pair of baggy sweat pants and tossed them at her body – at Remy. Then she went to the top draw and began digging through her undergarments. Remy peeked over her shoulder. "Stop lookin' at mah underthings."

"Sorry. Couldn' help it."

"Here," she said and threw a normal pair of black panties at him. "And since Ah don't need ya starin'…" A black blindfold dangled from her finger.

"A blindfold? Don' y' trus' me?" he asked innocently.

"No."

"Why ya got a blindfold anyway?"

"It's a scarf. Ah'm gonna start wearin' it ta cover up tha scars on mah neck." She gestured at his neck – her neck – and the pink ring that encompassed it.

"Oh."

Rogue pushed him back onto the bed and tied the scarf around his eyes. To make sure that he couldn't see, she stuck up her middle finger. No reaction. She grabbed the hem of the skirt and tugged. Remy lifted his hips to help her slide it off. He was also thoughtful enough to take off the thong for her.

"Ah," he sighed, "'dat feel much bett'r."

 "Ah'm sure."

"Y' know, if I was in mon body right now…"


           "Don't even go there, Cajun."

Rogue kept her eyes turned toward the floor as she slipped the underwear up his legs and onto his hips. She checked to make sure the blindfold was still in place before putting the pants on, and it was. With the pants on, she got up and went looking for a shirt.

"Don't get up yet. Ya still need a shirt."

"Can I take this one off for y'?"

"… If ya don't take off tha blindfold."

Just to be sure that he didn't try to be sneaky, she watched him out of the corner of her eye as she dug through her drawer for a baggy shirt that he would be 'comfortable in'.

"What about 'de bra?" he asked.

"Forget it!" She jammed the shirt down over his head and let him do that rest of the work.

Remy kindly slid the scarf down and around his neck.

"Y' don' need t' wear 'dis, Rogue," he said seriously.

"Humor meh."

"For now," he grinned and slipped an arm around her waist – his waist. "It's always been a dream o' mine to go out wit' monself."

"It figures…"

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"Okay like, let me get this straight. Rogue is in Remy's body, so that means…" Kitty pointed to Remy's body. "You're Rogue."

She nodded. "Weee," she confirmed.

Remy frowned at her. "Y' makin' fun o' mon accent 'gain?"

"Nevah."

Kurt, with his arm around Kitty's waist, pretended not to hear their bickering. He pointed at Rogue's body. "And zhat is Gambit."

"Woah. That is like, so totally confusing…"

"Tell me about it," Rogue mumbled.

"Your voices," Kurt chuckled. "Zhey're so funny. It'z like Southern and Cajun all mixed togezher."

"Yeah. Ain't it great?" Rogue asked dryly.

"I think its kind of neat, actually," said Kitty.

"Ugh."

Rogue threw up her hands and walked away.

"Vhat's vith her?"

Remy shrugged and gave Kurt a pat on the back. "She jus' t'inks she's goin' crazy or somethin'. Nothin' she won' get ov'r."

"Oh."

 He left to go catch up to Rogue.

"Uh, Kurt, did he just touch you?"

"Yeah, so?"

"He didn't have any gloves on," said Kitty.

"So?"

"It's like, Rogue's body."

"So?" Then it dawned on him. "Oooh."

".. Since when can Rogue control her power?"

Kurt shrugged. "I don't know, but I'm kind of hungry. Can we go get somezhing to eat?"

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"Rogue?"

She kept walking. Remy jogged to catch up with her.

"Rogue?" He caught her arm. But when she whirled around, he found something he wasn't expecting. Tears. "Rogue, what's wrong?"

"Ah can't take this anymore, Remy. Ah can't keep absorbin' people inta mah head. Ah can't keep absorbin' ya inta mah head!"

She fell against his chest. Which was actually quite awkward, considering that, in Rogue's body, he was much smaller. And for Gambit's body to reach hers, it had to stoop at an uncomfortable angle.

"Y' don' have t' worry 'bout 'dat anymore. Y' can touch. Look."

His ungloved hand touched her face, and then gave her nose a little tap. Her frown only grew deeper.

"Yeah, Ah can touch when yer in mah body. What about when Ah'm back in mah body? What if Ah nevah get mah body back?"

"'Den I give y' permission t' keep mine. Jus' so long as y' promise t' stop all 'dat cryin' and frownin'. Y' gon' give mon face wrinkles… an' at such a tend'r age."

She smacked him on the chest.

"Ah'm serious."

He stood on his tiptoes to reach her eye level.

"So am I," he said.

His hand cupped her cheek, and she leaned into it. It didn't matter that it was really her hand touching her anymore. Right now – feeling as if she were on the brink of insanity, with too many personalities inside only one head meant to have one personality – it felt good to be touched.

 "Y' gon' be all right, chére."

"Gawd, it'd be nice of somethin' was finally all right."

Remy just sighed and rubbed her back comfortingly.

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Author's Note – At first, this chapter was written by Aro. But then, after the first page… she fell victim to writer's block. And so, with too much enthusiasm and way too much eagerness – The Dark Vixen (preferably known as 'Jenna') happily picked up the slack and wrote nine more pages to the chapter. *grin* The writing style may have changed a bit, but we won't think of this as Jenna's chapter… we will think of this now as a collaboration fic.

And, just for the reader's knowledge, the rest of this fic will be written by Jenna. *waves emphatically* Yep, gonna all be written by me now. But it'll only be a couple more chapters, I promise.

Another Note (still A/N! haha!) – Aro would like to thank Jenna (The Dark Vixen). A million thanks and a million cookies.

Recommended Reading – Reversed (?storyid=1402689) by The Dark Vixen. Kitty's powers were drastically altered by Rogue and a touch that lingered too long. Now, two girls who were once friends are at odds, and both are searching for a way to undo what was done. And thus is the set up for one of the first Kiro's, a Kitty/Pyro pairing… with a little Romy goodness on the side. Or, at least, that is what it appears to be.