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Must Be Dreaming Chapter 2. Guess Who?

Rogue padded silently down the hall, she did not really know why she had brought the card with her on her late night 'munchy spree', but she did not like the idea of sneaking around at this time of night, with everyone else in the blissfulness of sleep that so haply passed her. Rogue was no coward but she felt that she needed some sort of 'protection' so to speak, and Gambit's gift gave her a little sense of security, and fit the task perfectly.

She was almost to the kitchen now. She only had one more row of rooms, before the main hall to the kitchen. She paused before passing these rooms for she knew that one belonged to Logan. The last thing Rogue wanted to do was wake him. It was not like she was committing a dangerous crime or anything by going on a food hunt, but she was out of bed after hours. Not wanting any trouble at all, especially for such a stupid thing as a curfew, with the lightest steps she could muster, she passed the rooms.

When she reached the end, Rogue paused to listen for a while, just to make sure she had not disturbed him. She resisted the urge to sigh with relief, as no sound was heard from his room. Rogue was very much aware of Logan's keen sense of hearing and feared it, even if he was sleeping she would not put it passed him to snap out of even the deepest slumber at the sound of a mouse fart(sorry I had to put that, I just couldn't resist ).

Rogue turned into the main hall, and finally reached the kitchen. She pushed open the door and stepped in. it was pitch black in the kitchen, except for some rays of moon light coming from an open window above the sink(I wonder how that opened. Hehehe). Rogue carefully felt her way to the fridge, only to curse and groan annoyed at the onslaught of light coming from it. In her hunger Rogue had forgotten just how much light refrigerators produced. She stood back blinking, waiting for her eyes to adjust. When they were she proceeded to rummage through the fridge. Nothing really cough her attention, but she knew she had to eat something, or die of starvation.

Her hand came to rest on a croissant, the thought that the croissant was a French bread, and that a certain person she knew had a French accent crossed her mind. She rolled her eyes, at the fact that everything these days reminded her of the Cajun. "Get him out 'a your head girl" she thought out loud, "he an't coming back". She continued to mutter things like "stupid swamp rat", and "cocky Cajun" to herself as she took out the croissant, and placed it on a bench that the light from the fridge was laminating.

"Someone on your mind chere?", came the familiar voice that Rogue had embedded in her memory.

Ok. I'm new hear so let me introduce myself. I an obsessed with the x men (mainly Rogue and Gambit), and I hope you like my story. I know the chapters are short, but there will be others so don't fret.