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Chapter Three

The next morning Rogue was outside on the patio with Logan. They ate breakfast together, both enjoyed the silence. However, this morning it was anything but silent.

"I don't like him."

"Logan you don't like anybody."

"I like you don't I? And you're pushing it half pint." Rogue sighed and plucked a grape off her fruit plate, munching on it. "The point is, he's nothing but trouble." Gambit snatched the seat in between the two.

"Are you talking about someone I know?" He asked nicking a sausage off of Logan's plate causing him to narrow his eyes.

"You better explain to your boy here Rogue, before I turn him into coleslaw." Shoving back his chair, he stormed off the patio leaving them alone. Rogue shook her head and ate another grape.

"He loves me." Gambit winked at her, while snatching another sausage.

"So, when you leaving, after breakfast?" She asked, trying to keep the curiosity out of her voice. He stopped eating, feeling his gut do a flip flop. Frowning he shook his head.

"I'm staying cherie. Try to keep the disappointment out of your voice, would you?" He watched her closely, gauging her reaction.

She looked at him in utter surprise. "Why would I be disappointed that you're staying? But... how come?"

He decided not to tell her, yet anyway. "Found something to keep my interest cherie. So you'll have me tagging along after you." She smiled and he felt his stomach become stable.

"All right then honey, but... you really need to watch it around Logan. He's not too happy that your here."

"What are you talking about cherie? I told you already, he loves me."

*****

CRASH! The chair flew across the room and smashed into a window.

"He is NOT staying Charles! He'll just try and corrupt her!" Logan bellowed, his claws shredding the upholstery to bits.

Sighing, Charles raised Logan into the air and held him there with his powers. "Calm down Logan! Its already been decided, besides he means her no harm. In fact... it's the complete opposite. See?" He gestured out the broken window to where Rogue had started to trip when Gambit snatched her around the waist right before she would've face planted.

"HE'S NOT LETTING GO CHARLES!" He screamed and it was true; Gambit's arms did anything but loosen, in fact they got tighter around her slim waist. Gambit pulled her up against him and grinned.

"Falling for me already cherie?"

"More like I tripped over your ego sugar." She rolled her eyes and pulled out of his grasp.

Back in Xavier's office he laughed. "Believe me, Rogue can more than take care of herself." Setting Logan back down on the ground he stormed out of Charles's office.

Outside Rogue was doing her best to not fall to Gambit's charm. "There is no way I'm letting you just leave to write in some book fille. Why you'd rather do that then be with me is puzzling cherie. "He had his arms wrapped firmly around her so there was no way she would be getting out.

Just then, Scott walked past with Kurt and they froze. Rogue was in the arms of someone, a certain Cajun someone. And that really ticked them off. Instantly Scott had his hands on his shades and Kurt was ready to zap his sister out of there.

"Let go of her!" Scott demanded,

"Rogue! You all right?" Kurt said circling the two. She sighed and held up a hand.

"I'm fine, don't shoot Scott." Gambit pulled her closer and whipped out his bo staff.

"How many bodyguards do you have cherie?" He demanded as he kept his eyes on Kurt and Scott. Rogue hung her head as the thought 'too many' ran through her head.

"Drop her cajun!" Scott ordered and Gambit snorted.

"Go catch your own fille, shades. This one here be mine homme." She felt her whole face burn and Kurt grinned at her. Scott, however, didn't seem to be so fond of Gambit's little joke.

"Move your head Rogue, I'm frying this guy." He snapped and Rogue sighed heavily.

"Scott, calm down already. I can handle this." She snapped and he looked hurt. "Scott, sorry, but really, I've got this." He nodded slowly and tugged Kurt along with him leaving the two alone.

Gambit was silent for a moment. "He is fonder of you than I thought... humph. Go write in your precious book cherie." He spoke stiffly and released her.

"Gambit-" She started to say when Kitty raced past.

"Rogue! I've been looking for you, like, everywhere! C'mon or we'll be late!" Kitty threw Rogue's book bag in her arms and then grabbed her wrist, yanking her along behind her. "Lance said he'd give us a ride!"

Rogue groaned, "Lance Lavers? I'll throw up my breakfast with the way he drives!" Kitty ignored her and led the way to Lance's Jeep, where he was waiting in the driver's seat.

"Hey Kitty! Rogue," He said grinning at Kitty who took the seat next to him while Rogue rode in the back. Lance gunned the engine and Rogue slumped down in the seat groaning. "Hold onto your hats!"

*****

Rogue met up with Kitty and Kurt during lunch. "Ugh, I don't think I can eat, my stomach is still doing flip flops from Lance's driving earlier." She sat down with a salad and fruit bowl, same as Kitty. Kurt was having the school special, some kind of food that looked like orange Jell-O shaped in the form of a chicken.

"Ew Kurt, like, how can you eat that?" Kitty demanded watching as he ate it with gusto.

"It's good, wanna bite?" He offered and both girls shook their heads quickly.

"You want a ride home Rogue? I'm sure Lance wouldn't mind-" Kitty started but Rogue cut her off.

"He might not but I do, my digestive system can't take it. I'll be better off ridding with Scott." Rogue said and Kitty shrugged.

"Suit yourself."