Rogue was worried. In fact, she was more than worried. She was anxious and stressed and ready to find out why Remy refused her access to his room. They had been off and on dating for several weeks now, and despite his rather open personality, he was extremely closed off about his room. Her hand came up and brused a white lock out of her face. She pushed her door open slowly; the last thing she wanted was to wake anyone up. She had planned to sneak out of her room for this time exactly because Logan was meditating and wouldn't bother to see who was up and about at this time of night. Pulling her robe tighter around, the southern belle quickly slipped down the hall. She approached Remy's door cautiously; her eagerness to see him, yet her worry over the situation were battling within her. Her stomach felt queasy and her heart was beating too fast to be healthy. She slowly pushed his door open and a strange scent met her nose. She breathed it in deeply and nearly choked.

"Cheap perfume?" She shoved the thought away as she finally got the door open wide enough for her to look in. Immediately, she was upset that she had ever left her bedroom. In bed, tangled in the sheets, was her Remy, wrapped around another woman. She could not stop the gasp that slipped past her pink lips. Red on black eyes snapped open as the slim cajun sat up in bed.

"Chere?" His question was filled with pure curiosity, but then his eyes went wide and he realized the situation he was in. Rogue backed away from the door, her throat started choking up. She closed the door behind her and took off to her room. Remy was not about to let her get away without an explaination at least however. "Rogue!" He cried after her. She was stumbling down the hall because her eyes were blurred with tears, so he had no problems catching up with her. He grasped her arm and turned her around to face him. He was stunned by the tears in her eyes.

"Let go o' me!" She cried out. She ripped her clothed arm out of his grasp, the powers she had taken from Carol Danvers overwhelming him. She ran again. She was in her room and away from his guilty eyes before anyone could stop her. She collapsed on her bed and began to sob. Thick tears rolled down her pale cheeks as painful sobs seized her body.

"How could he?" Her thoughts were troubled, "Not my Remy."

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There were times when Gambit detested the side of him that demanded the touch of a woman. Though there were plentiful times when he had benefitted from his charming personality, there were still other times when his wandering ways got him into more trouble than he could handle. He recalled a time when he had dallied with a woman with the intention of stealing an important jewel, only to have to choose between the woman and his brother Henri when Sabretooth dangled them both at the top of a cathedral. He had never expected to fall in love with the woman and he had never expected the blond mercenary to step in either. Now, Remy realized that his over worked sex drive had gotten him into more trouble then he needed. Seeing Rogue's brilliant, green eyes peeking from the doorway, catching him in an intimate embrace with another woman broke his heart.

He threw himself out of bed and shrugged into his abandoned jeans quickly. He was out of his room and down the hall before the satisfied woman in his bed could raise a protest. He watched Rogue stumble through the hallway, almost collapsing against a wall before he reached her. When she pulled her arm out of his grasp with super human strength and cried out at him, he felt another crack form in his heart. He whispered her name when she slammed her door in his face. He reached for the door knob, but a sharp blade against his throat made him pause.

"Where ya goin' Gumbo?" Wolverine's gruff growl had never sounded so frightening to Remy.

"Ain't got time righ' now Logan, gotta win back ma belle chere." The claw pressed tighter into his tan skin, causing the man the step back.

"You ain't gonna go anywhere near her scumbag." A fist slamming into Remy's noise reinforced the message. His nose cracked, the sound echoing in his ears. A swift kick to the back of his knees had the southerner on the floor clutching his bloody nose. "You stay away from Rogue, got it?"

"Got it." He mumbled, laying on the floor, wallowing in his misery.

"Beat it Gumbo." Remy rolled over so he could pull himself up onto his knees. He paused for a moment before rising to his feet. He strode down the corridor with intentions of a smoke outside and possibly a side trip at the infirmary. Maybe after the pain had swollen his entire face first to hide his pitiful tears.

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When Rogue woke up the next morning, her head felt like it was full of cotton and her eyes felt dry. Slowly looking up, she realized several of the X-Men were either sleeping on the floor, or on chairs. She smiled as she saw Logan leaning up against her door, not allowing anybody entrance or exit to her room. As if he could hear her thoughts, the Canadian looked up from his post and gave her a small smile. Logan stood up and walked over to her, sitting next to her in bed he lifted her chin up with his fingers so he could look into her eyes.

"How ya feelin' darlin'?" He whispered in question to her. His deep voice melted away what would've been tears of pain.

"Ahm fine Logan, just fine." The whimper in her voice betrayed how she truly felt though. He took her in his arms, somehow he knew she needed his comfort, even if she didn't want to admit it. "How could he do this ta me Logan? How could he break mah heart like that?"

"Gumbo's not worthy of ya darlin', that's why he broke yer heart, 'cause he's just not fit to fill it." Logan spat out the "Gumbo" part, letting her know he was very mad at him right now.

"But Ah love him Logan, Ah love him." Rogue whispered, pain seemed to engulf her entire body, and the tears started to leak from her eyes again. But Logan just brushed them away with his thumbs.

"I know darlin', I know."

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Remy had not been able to sleep that night, the consequences of his foolish actions had come to bite him in the butt sooner than he had expected. He had thought he was untouchable, but he wasn't. He was just as human as the rest of the men in this world, but he had always believed that he was something more.

Flashback:

Remy had been sitting at the bar for thirty minutes now, several woman had come up and offered their "services" to him, but he had denied. He had to stay faithful to Rogue, heartbreak just wasn't something he was into. He was busy chugging down his third beer when he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

"Wha' do ya wan'?" Remy questioned, not turning around to even grace whoever it was with his face.

"I was just sittin' here all by my lonesome, and then I saw you, and then I started wonderin' if maybe you wanted a bit of company." Without even asking she sat down next to him. She grabbed the beer he had set down on the counter and took a deep swallow of the acidic liquid. "How 'bout we ditch this place and go have some fun?"

Somehow he had found her unable to resist, and he had given in.

End Flashback

Remy looked at the empty spot in the bed next to him. Though it had been a pleasurable night, the woman could not compare in any way to his Rogue. Regret flooded his heart as he climbed out of bed, wanting a shower. He turned the heat up to an almost unbearable level. It was so hot it began to scorch his skin. He turned it to freezing cold next, the brutual change of temperature one of his many ways of punishing himself. A long fingered hand came up to run through his hair before he began to scrub himself viciously. His skin was turning blue from the cold water, but his vigorous scrubbing returned it to a more normal pink. He cleaned himself quickly and shut off the water. He wrapped a towel around his hips after drying his face off quickly. He wiped the fog off the bathroom mirror and looked at his reflection. The wicked red mark across his nose where Logan had broken it was no longer swollen, but the bandage that covered it was not much better.

He turned away from the mirror and entered his bedroom again. He was one of the lucky adults that had a bathroom connected to his bedroom. Some of the other willing adults shared a bathroom with each other. Remy had always opted for more privacy than he deserved. Fortunately for him, the Professor was a very kind man who willingly gave him the space he required. His stomach growled. He realized belatedly that he had not eaten a solid meal since lunch yesterday. So busy he had been drowning his sexual frustration in beers, he had failed to satisfy his stomach. He was tempted to stay in his room and let himself suffer some more, but his stomach growled again and he decided that the self inflicted punishment could wait for another day. Dropping the soaked towel, he dressed quickly in torn up jeans and a grey shirt. On his way out the door, he shrugged into his trench coat and stuffed his bo staff in an inside pocket. It seemed like a good day for a motorcycle drive.

Upon entering the kitchen, Remy realized that he was not welcome in the presence of the mansion inhabitants at the momment. If looks could kill. he would've been dismembered and flayed before he could even say hello. Logan was not in the room, and Remy wondered idly if he was with Rogue right now. Ignoring their rude stares, he grabbed some food and left. Jean, from her position leaning against the counter, inspected his nose for a moment before letting him pass. He pushed past Scott and Betsy and exited the mansion. He needed a long ride and some empty space to clear his mind. Hopping on his motorcycle, Remy sped off to an empty valley he had come to know as his spot. Hitting the high speeds, he was at the small park in a few short minutes. Sitting down against a familiar tree, he took out his breakfast and slowly started eating. Despite his tumultuous thoughts, the blueberry muffin satisfied his angry stomach. With his hunger satiated, he was free to think.

Remy and Rogue had been dating off and on for several years. Though he couldn't say he loved her from the very first moment, he had to admit that he had been immediately intrigued by her. Her friendly, yet aloof presence fascinated and tempted him. The first time they had started dating, he had given up on one night stands to devote all his time to her. He focused on teasing her with whispered words and promises he had full intentions of fulfilling. However, Rogue was overly cautious of her powers. She wouldn't let him get close enough to prove to her that he was willing to find a way around her draining powers. She deserved it. Her personatlity screamed innocence that wasn't, and her eyes begged his love, how could he hurt her? Because of her cautiousness however, and his avid determination to prove to her that it didn't matter, she provided more caution than necessary for the both of them. Of course, her worry and his provocation led to their numerous seperations.

"But ma belle chere, Remy love ya, he neva want ta hurt ya." Remy whispered out loud. He had never been so ashamed of himself before. He loved Rogue, yet he had gone and done what he had sworn he would never do. He had broken her heart.