A/N: Oh my god two chapters written in one day! Something's wrong with me! some one call a doctor! If you're a Jean fan be warned about this chapter! (It isn't really Jean being nasty though! Hard to understand but you will later!) sorry Jean haters but I'm always nasty to Jean so I thought I'd make an effort seeing a evolution Jean doesn't bug me to the extent that other versions of her do! As always these characters aren't mine I make no money from them bla, bla, bla! Sorry about spellings my computer doesn't pick them out if it's a word it recognises!

"Roguey!" Yelled another person as they snaked their arms around her waist and hugged her from behind, causing her to tense up and involuntarily hold her breath. Who ever it was, they only gained a glare from Gambit as he attempted to drag her away by the wrist

After a while of struggling she freed herself from both of their grasps and she was putt down. "Finally!" She stated. Gambit continued to glare at the person behind her and she realised she didn't even know who it was yet. Slowly turning to look behind her she saw a wide grin and tears practically falling down Pietro's cheeks.

         "Pietro?" She questioned as he wiped his eyes and enveloped her into another hug. "Roguie! You came back!"

"Ah haven't come back anywhere and ah can't breathe!" She gasped as he looked at the ground shyly and put her down. Gambit walked protectively over to Rogue's side, "What ya want mon ami?" He asked as he carefully eyed up the speed demon.

"Nothing, anyway what's it to you?" Snapped Pietro, "Hey Roguie, wanna check out the games room?" She turned away and pushed Gambit in front of her, to lead the way. She turn back briefly though never made eye contact, "Ya hurt 'em bad Pietro, real bad! Ya hurt meh t'" She turned away from him and walked down the corridor.

"Yea well you hurt us pretty bad too Roguie! Or is that high horse of yours too high for you to see that?" He yelled back and she squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears from spilling. She breathed out heavily, her breath more shaky than she would have liked. She stopped and let her head fall into her hand, eyes still shut tight.

She felt a pair of strong masculine arms work their way around her. She wanted so desperately to push them away but at the same time she wanted to fall into them so badly. She did neither, instead she just stood there, unable to move. "Ya alright chere?" His voice lowered so no one could hear.

She looked up, a few tears sliding down her face his red on black orbs staring back worriedly. She smiled weakly as she nodded her head. She watched as he turned his stare away from her and back to Pietro, his face suddenly took on a protective glare and she heard Pietro huff in response.

"He gone now chere ya got nothin' t' worry 'bout!" He whispered soothingly into her ear as he let go of his hold and took a step away from her. She looked at him her eyes glazed over with tears, "Ya just . . . don't ya know that ah could . . ." He raised an eyebrow, "Drain Remy?" He asked. "Yea!" She said as she rubbed the rest of the tears away. "Chere we fully clothed dat ain't gonna happen."

"Ah guess . . ."

"Non guessin' involved chere, an' don' nobody make de effort wit ya?"

"Not really, people stay their distance! Then there's Pietro." She grinned at her half-hearted joke.

         He smirked, "De femmine does got a humour." She smiled as she practically melted under his grin.  "Come on Remy get ya somethin' t' eat, non?" She smiled thankfully and they began another walk of the corridors.

         When they made it into the kitchen she studied its vastness, the room was huge to say the least. It was covered from floor to ceiling with cream tiles, the work surfaces were a jade colour and the appliances black. It was a very impressive room.

         "De kitchen for everyone t' use, we normally take it in turns t' cook." Remy's voice distracted her from the room. "However Remy advice ya don' let John in here, ever!" He glanced worriedly around the kitchen and she stared at him with a raised eyebrow. "He gets erm . . . a bit err . . . excited an' dat be an understatement!" Gulped Remy as she nearly burst out laughing, she'd never seen the boy look so terrified, then again he'd never had a training session with wolverine!

         She raised her eyebrow as she finally caught his attention, "Why?" She questioned, he glance around once more before talking. "It's all in de fire!" He stated, "De last time he came in we had t' get Pete t' knock him out even Vicky couldn't stand the heat!"

"Vicky?"

"Sabertooth, ya know big, hair, seems t' have a bit grudge against ya an' de x-men!" He replied calmly as he opened the fridge. "So what ya want t' eat?"

"Ah don't know."

         How 'bout Remy jus' do ya some toast chere?" She sighed as she looked dreamily out of the tinted window, "Yea toast's fine." She replied. She slowly slipped into one of the bar stool chairs. When Remy finally put her plated of buttered toast in front of her, she was looking sadly out the window.

         He chose to sit opposite her with some food of his own. She looked down at he plate and pushed the toast around for a while before picking it up and eating it. She felt Remy carefully watching her while she did this. He broke the silence, "So why'd ya leave de x-men? Mags said ya had it made, or at least dat dat's what ya though!" She looked up at him sadly.

         *flash back *

"You stupid little creep!" she glared at the fuming red head in front of her. "If that had been real  you would have killed us all!" The red head glared back, "I told the professor that you were no good, but no, nobody listened to me!" Rogue's eyes glowed dangerously as her temper rose, "Ah said ah was sorry what more do ya'll want?" She muttered as she turned to leave.

         "Get control! And stop with the whole woe is me thing, no one cares about you, you silly little bitch!" Jean screamed after her, turning and giving her one final glare she stormed off.

         "Rogue wait!" She turned to see Scott running after her. "She didn't mean it, she's just having a bad week or something!" She practically snarled at him. "Its ok Scott ah get the message. Don't worry ah'm outta ya hair now!"

         She turned to stalk off but only fell flat on her face after receiving a strong TK blast from Jean. She turned back to glare at her as everyone laughed at her. "Run, rogue, run! Do what you're good at!" Yelled the red head as she pushed herself up wiping the blood from her mouth.

         "Hey , Jean why don't ya do what ya good at?" She asked as she called up Jean's powers and pinned her against the wall, throwing her a TK blast that momentarily paralysed her legs. "Look pathetic!" She yelled as the others helped the stumbling Jean.

         *end flashback *

         "Chere?" She was snapped out of her thoughts by Remy's voice. "Ah guess mah welcome ran out!" She said her eyes dropping back to her food. Keeping her eyes down she pushed the plate away. "Ah'm not hungry!" She stated quickly, he glanced worriedly at her. "Chere? Ya only ate un slice!"

"Ah'm not hungry!" She repeated. He nodded and stacked her plate onto of his. "What ya wanna do now?" He asked a cocky grin plastered to his face.

         A/N: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! I got so much done today! I have been nice in putting up these chapters so fast, usually it takes me months to do it! So please be nice in return and review! Anyway I need people to review and help me with the accents and if anyone knows any Cajun phrases please tell he them because I really need help with that as I know nothing about French or Cajun French! The updates may begin to stow down a bit as I go back to school in about a week and then I honestly wont have much time to do this stuff anymore because I'm studying for my A levels!