That night I couldn't sleep. The Voices were arguing again. Near one in the morning I finally gave up on sleep and went to the institute's gym to work out.

I beat on a punching bag until I wore myself out and worked out most my anger. I lay against a wall, thinking with the help of my 'friends'. I still had their powers, somewhere, I just couldn't get to them knowingly. Only when I was mad, on accident. But the Voices seemed to listen to me, on occasion, maybe they knew how to summon it up.

"Can you guys give me your powers? Guys?" Great, they chose now to be quiet.

"I need your help. See, sometimes I accidently use your powers, long after I've touched you. Do you know how that happens?" They went on with their own little conversations. All except for Remy.

"Remy'll help ya, cherie. Sides, he doesn't have anyone t' talk t' in here. Now, ya' got any idea how this works?"

"Not at all."

I walked over to the punching bag that was hanging down from the ceiling. I put both hands on the thing. Nothing happened. What had I expected though, for it to just work?

"Now what, cherie?"

"I dunno, try and use your powers."

"It's kinda hard when you're just a thought in someone else's head."

"Just try."

I stared expectantly at the punching bag, but still nothing.

"Can ya get angry again? That seems t' work well. Maybe we should get the real Remy in here."

"Aww, shut up. What do you do when you charge stuff?"

"Remy dunno, it usually just happens. Remy doesn't ask too many questions. Try an' just let the energy flow outta ya hands."

"Oh that helps."

"Who ya talkin' t', petite?"

"Er, no one?"

"Aw, come on. Ya already told Remy about your secret."

"Well, actually, I'm talking to you."

"Remy knows that. Who ya talkin' t' in there." He said, pointing to my head.

"Like I said, you."

"Can't get enough of Remy in the real world, eh? Gotta talk t' him in your mind too?" I glared at him.

"Actually, your, er, he's, helping me."

"With what?" But before I could answer, Remy's eyes went wide. And the next next thing I knew, he was diving on top of me. I caught a glimpse of the punching bag glowing bright red before it exploded. We rolled to the other side of the room and smacked into the wall. I felt a sort of tingle run through my body and saw a burn on my arm disappear. At least I could use Logan's healing factor, and Remy didn't look too bad.

"With that."

"How'd ya do that?" He asked.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure. That's what I was talking to you, er, the you in my head about. I guess he figured out how." The Voices were getting excited again.

"How'd you do that?"

"I didn't. You did."

"I'm confused."

Remy was staring at me. "What? I don't know what I did, so just don't ask. Let's get out of here, I'm getting claustrophobic."

"It's a gym. How can ya get claustrophobic in a gym."

"I just can Ok? Let's go outside. Are you coming or do I need to explode something else?"

We went outside and walked around the little fountain in the front entrance. It was peaceful, except every once in a while Remy's eyes would flash red at me from wherever he was standing.

"Do your eyes always do that?"

"Do what?"

"Glow in the dark. Hey, you're like a cat!"

"Non, it's just part of Remy's mutation. Remy can see in the dark too."

I saw a weird sort of flash before my eyes. Then there was a kitchen with a tall brown haired woman in an apron straightening the collar of a little boy wearing sunglasses.

"Mama, why do I have t' wear sunglasses t' school?"

"Never you mind, mon petite yeux de feu. Just don't take them off."

"Why?"

"Cause not everyone has eyes as special as you. Just promise me."

"Je promis"

Another flash, this one so bright it was nearly blinding. I yelled out in surprise and put a hand over my eyes.

"What's wrong cherie?" I had once again opened my eyes and was blinking frantically.

"I dunno, it got really bright all of a sudden." I looked at Gambit.

"Cherie, whadya do t' your eyes?"

"I dunno, I can suddenly see like its day or something."

"No I mean their color."

"What?"

"They're red an' black, just like Remy's."

"Wha? How'd that happen? Maybe they're from before."

"No, Remy looked before an' they definitely changed recently. Think about what you were doing, it might be a clue as t' how t' control it."

"Well, I dunno, we were talking, and then I had a weird sort of flash back thing and the strangest part is that I don't even think it was mine. I think…" I paused for a moment, remembering. "It was yours."

"Anything incriminating?" He said with his usual half grin.

"Not too much, mon petite yeux de feu."

"Hey, only my mother calls me that!" I shot his same grin back at him.

"Well, when my powers were going crazy, I'd have little flashbacks before I'd morph into someone else. Maybe all I have to do is remember. I also was very very upset when it happened, as I have been lately. But I'll try the memory part first" I focused on a memory of Jean, my eyes closed with concentration.

"Petite…whatever you're doing, it seems to be working." My eyes shot open. A large stone bench was hovering a few feet off the ground directly across from me, but as soon as I had stopped concentrating, it fell and cracked as it hit the ground.

I stood with my mouth open for a few moments. Then I concentrated on pushing myself off the ground with Jean's telekinesis. I got a good ten feet off the ground

"I'm flying Remy!"

"Careful, petite."

Suddenly the sounds of the Voices surged and I couldn't concentrate anymore. I braced myself for the hit, but instead Remy caught me.

"Oh Rogue, what would you do without your Remy?"

"Probably be splattered all over the pavement. Maybe I should try to go to bed now, I'm kinda dizzy."

"Course cherie."

"Um, Remy, you can put me down now."

"Non, Remy's gonna carry you in the house."

"No! Put me down or I swear I'm gonna figure out how you use your powers and blow you all over the front lawn." Remy laughed. "Well, then I'll use the blob's power and make myself so fat you can't carry me."

"Naw, Remy'll take the risk." The Voices began giving their unnecessary opinions. Most the girls "awwed", while the guy's growled over protectively. It made me dizzy again.

"Remy, make'em stop." Really dizzy.

"Are they at it again, petite? Well, Remy's not sure what he can do, but he'll try." We had made it to my room.

"Don't wake up Kitty."

He nodded. "Listen, you Voice-thingies. You leave Ma cherie alone, or Remy'll come in there and personally kick everyone's butt." I giggled, but inside my head everyone was full out laughing.

"You be nice and shut up, he's just trying to help."

"Well, goodnight cherie. You try to get some sleep." Remy opened the door.

"Wait." I had a surprise planned.

"Yes, petite?" He turned around and jumped about three feet off the floor. I fell over laughing.

"What did you do?" He said as soon as his breathing returned normal.

"I took on Mystique's powers and then morphed into a mirror image of you. Ya like?"

"It's…er, creepy."

"You want a kiss?" I asked with a grin.

"Er, no offense, but Remy has something against kissing himself." I nearly fell over laughing again.

"It's not like I could anyway though." I reminded him, with a touch of sadness.

"Night cherie. And try not to give Gambit anymore heart attacks."

"No promises."