Okay, so here is the next chapter! I'd like to thank all my reviewers, cause they are just so nice! So thanks to Tammy, Dotty, ishandahalf, eight ball, enchantedlight and Ms. Rogue LeBeau!!!

I tried to make this chapter a little longer for you guys, cause I can't stand short chapters when I'm reading stories either.

You all know it, but I'll say it again. I do not own any of the marvel characters or the song Rainy Days and Mondays (that belongs to the Carpenters). I only own Becca and Aimee.

Rainy Days and Mondays

Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you

It's nice to know somebody loves me

Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do

To run and find the one who loves me

Storm watched as the rain poured down from the sky. It was a good rain, a solid rain; it would be good for the grass. Unfortunately what was good for the goose was not always good for the gander, though in this case, she mused, what was good for the grass was not always good for her friends. Orono had seen Rogue leave the mansion some time ago, and then, not long afterwards had watched Gambit go after her. Since both had yet to return, she assumed they had been caught in the rain and had been forced to take shelter.

Oh well, those two deserved to have some time to themselves, it was a very rare occasion at times and it was nice just to get away. However, it may have been more comfortable if they had just gotten a hotel room.

"Gawd Ah am cold! Ya know, we should have jus' gotten a room for tha night. It would've been more comfortable than this!" Rogue fumed quietly. She was trying to get in a partly manageable position on an old rocking chair she'd found, but nothing seemed to be working. It was just impossible when you were cold, wet and exhausted.

"Sneekin' out be your idea, belle. Remy, he jus' go where you take 'im."

"Ah, be quiaht, swamp rat. Ah know whose fahlt it is. Ya don't need ta rub 't in!"

"Sorry Chere. Gambit did't mean 't like that." Remy said softly as he made his way over to her. She hadn't been exaggerating when she had said she was cold. Even with just the soft glow of his lighter, Remy could see her lips were a pale shade of blue, and her body was shaking even with the extra warmth of her blanket.

"Ah know, Sugah. Ah'm jus' tired." Rogue said through a yawn. Her eyes felt like lead, and, if she was at all comfortable she might have even gotten some sleep. Suddenly she began to laugh. The whole situation had just gotten to hilariously ironic.

"Wha' s' funny, Chere?" Remy asked, thoroughly confused. One minute his head was being chewed off, then she starts to laugh for no reason? The only logical assumption would be his belle femme had a fever and was delirious.

"Oh Rem," Rogue giggled, "This is too funny."

"Wha' is?"

"This!" She said waving her hand around the damp garage. "I can't believe that I haven't been able to sleep for weeks in a nice soft warm bed. Now, we're here in a cool, damp shed, with no bed and I'm really to fall asleep. It is just too much!"

At her explanation, which seemed lucid enough, Gambit started to laugh with her. It felt good to laugh; there hadn't been enough laughter lately. When they had settled down again, Remy led Rogue to an old lazy boy recliner he had found in the back. He sat down and drew her onto his lap, her head tucked safely in his shoulder. Holding on to her body as tightly as he dared, Remy whispered into her hair. "Bonne nuit mon amour. Bonne nuit."

Scott paced the kitchen floor, his face contorted in frustration.

"Were are they? They should have been home hours ago." Storm sighed patently into her tea. "They just went out for the night, Cyclopes. There is no reason for concern. They will be home presently."

"They should have at least told someone where they were going." Scott huffed. Storm sighed again. "It is hard to tell someone where they are going when they themselves will not know until they get there." Storm said, almost enjoying the look of bewilderment that flashed on Scott's face before he had a chance to analyse her words.

"Even so, they should have said something."

"Perhaps, but they are grown adults and are quiet able to take care of themselves." Storm replied, her voice indicating that the discussion was over. For now they would just wait.

"Becca, don't worry 'bout the key, it's open!" Aimee shouted to her friend, who had turned the basement upside down looking for the key to the garage.

"Great!" Becca shouted back. "But I found it anyway." She replied running up the stairs and out the back door.

"So where are the bikes?"

"Umm, I think they're by the cabinet. Don't forget to check for spiders in the helmets!" As they were getting the two bikes, and spider infested helmets out of the garage a sudden noise made Becca stop in her tracks. "Ouch! Becca what'd ya stop movin' for?"

"Listen. Hear that?" Aimee listened as hard as she could but could only pick up the sounds of a mouse running somewhere in the roof.

"Your losing it Becca, come on!"

"I am NOT losing it, Aimee, I heard something in there!" Beginning to loose her patience with the other girl, Aimee threw up her hands. "Alright! You win! Lets see what Becca has won, shall we."

They walked to the very back of the garage, where all the furniture was kept and screamed.

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