--author's notes: okay okay.. im gettn a lot of reviews (well so far tehre's 7 when Im riting this) BUT that's not the point. Thanx 4 the info ahahah I seriously thought remy was a double m. sorry! I'm gona fix it wen I get de chance! This IS a romy fic.. but it turns into 1 of those'its complicated' relationships.. dw, after many a dozen chapters things wil all b good. But until then, sit back, relax and keep putting hexes on jean (just because. I just hate her.) –why did I put her in my story then? Who knows! Romy &scott jean pairings r the onli pairings that'll fit 4 this story! So meh... and I NO jean's been acting WAY too nice.. but so wat.. let's make this an AU fic.. dw, jean isn't so perfect anymore.. (see later chapters).. don't 4get to review!

Ch4: adjustment

Jean opened her eyes. After looking around, it took her a few seconds to realise that she was in the infirmary, and Mr McCoy was humming in the background. She remembered grabbing Rogue and the rest was a blur. She sat up and was surprised at her body. Her body was usually was usually tall and thin, but her legs were shorter and not as thin. 'This is going to take some getting used to.'

"Ah, Miss Gray. Good so see you're awake," Hank smiled when he saw that Jean was sitting up.

"How long was I out?"

"You were unconscious for about an hour. From what the others have told me, some how you switched bodies with Rogue, but she woke up straight away. I'm unsure as to why you were unconscious for so long," Hank replied. "Well, other than the fact that you are in another body, I can't see anything wrong with you. There seems to be elevated electrical activity levels in your brain, but I doubt it's anything serious. I've also called the professor and he'll be here within the hour. For now, you can go."

Jean nodded and jumped off the bed. When she opened the door, she saw Scott pacing back and forth outside the room. She smiled at the thought that Scott was worried about her. Scott noticed in the corner of his eye that someone was standing in the doorway. He stopped pacing and looked up.

"Ro- I mean, Jean!" Scott smiled. He took a few steps closer to Jean. "You're okay!"

"Yeah," Jean replied. She wasn't used to hearing Rogue's voice coming out of her mouth. Especially when it was Rogue's voice with no southern accent.

"How.. are you feeling?"

"Not bad, considering," Jean smiled. "How's Rogue?"

"She's fine. She's with Remy, Kurt and Kitty in the rec room. They're waiting for the professor to come," Scott explained. He didn't know what else to say. He was confused, and there were so many questions to ask. But even he knew that it'd all have to wait until the professor arrives. There was an uncomfortable silence because of that fact. Scott cleared his throat in an attempt to break the silence.

"Come. No doubt the others want to see you," Scott said and he led the gothic Jean to the rec room. 'No doubt the others all want to see the shell formerly known as Rogue. This is just so.. I dunno. In a way, disappointing, heartbreaking, freaky!' Scott was glad that Jean couldn't read thoughts anymore.

Jean followed Scott to the rec room. For some reason, she couldn't walk beside him. She felt that maybe he was mad for what she did. In a sense, Jean upset the balance within the house. Some of the students might hate her for what she did, and now Rogue is in the body of miss perfect, and vice versa. 'This is definitely going to shake things up around here.' She even dreaded seeing Rogue. But thankfully, Rogue wasn't in the rec room when she entered. Kitty, Spyke, and Kurt and Remy were sitting on the couches, like family waiting in the waiting room of a hospital. They all looked anxious and had that look on their faces like when someone they love is in life-threatening surgery and it's been hours with no word.

Kitty noticed someone entering the room. "Jean."

"Hey Kitty. Where's Rogue?"

"In ze bathroom. She's feeling a little nauseous."

Remy watched as the others asked Jean how she was feeling, and about the transfer. But he stayed silent. When he looked up, all he saw was his Cherie in the room. But it wasn't Rogue. It was only her body, her shell. His girlfriend was now a tall redhead, but when he saw the gothic girl in the room, all he wanted to do was hold her. 'I need a drink. Or even a cigarette.' Remy quietly left the room and headed towards his favourite spot, the roof. At least Logan couldn't see him smoking up there.

"Remy?" Remy turned around and saw the redhead at the other end of the hallway. He changed direction and walked towards Rogue.

"Hey Cherie. How you feeling?"

"Ah look like a cheerleader. How do yah think ah feel?!" Rogue tried to joke. Remy looked down and gently held Rogue's bare hand. Out of habit, she tried to pull back, but Remy only held her hand tighter. He didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. Instead, he ran his thumb along the back of Rogue's hand. For the first time, she felt skin on skin contact, and it felt good.

"Wow," She smiled. She was so overwhelmed that she couldn't think of anything else to say. Rogue looked up from their hands, to her boyfriend's face. He kept his eyes planted on Rogue's hand, but he knew she was looking at him. He didn't want her to see how sad he was, but she saw it anyway. "Remy. Ahm sorry," she whispered.

Remy finally looked up at Rogue. Her eyes were hazel now, and her skin was pale, and not because of the gothic pale make-up. He still registered this face as Jean Gray, a girl who was too skinny and snobby looking for his liking. But he had to learn to like it, because this was no longer Jean Gray. It was Rogue, whom he took an interest in when he first laid eyes on her, and whom he promised to like her for whoever she is. He missed Rogue's eyes. "Non, Cherie," Remy whispered back. All he could do was whisper. If he raised his voice to normal levels, she'd hear the hurt in his voice. Even though his eyes were dark, Rogue could still see that his eyes were welled up with tears, just wanting to fall. "It not your fault." Remy lifted Rogue's hand and kissed it. For the first time Rogue felt the warmth of Remy's lips, and it felt good. He then stood back up and looked straight back into her eyes. "Remy going for a smoke." And with that he turned and left.

Rogue watched as Remy turned the corner. The look in his eyes was too much to bear. She'd hurt him without meaning to. Just by looking at her was hurting him. Rogue looked at her hands, which formerly belonged to Jean. "What has she done tah me."

Just then, a voice entered her head. It was the Professor.

'Rogue, Jean, I'll see both of you in my study now please. Remy, I'll ask you to put out that cigarette.'

Rogue was still sad, but couldn't help but smile when she heard the professor tell Remy off.

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Scott paced around up and down the rec room. Jean and Rogue had been talking to the professor for an hour now. 'What is there to talk about!'

"Scott, will you sit down before you like, wear a hole in the floor?" Kitty ordered. Scott huffed and sat on the couch with Kurt and Kitty.

"You look like you're a father, waiting for ze baby to be born!" Kurt joked, slapping Scott on the arm. "Zey Vill be alright. Ze Professor Vill handle it," Kurt reassured Scott.

"I just don't understand why Jean would do this?" Scott asked. He knew the other two didn't have the answer, but he asked anyway.

"Hey guys."

Everyone turned around and saw Jean walk into the room. Scott practically flew off the couch. "So what did the professor say?"

"For now, he's pulling Rogue and I out of school until we switch back-"

"But you didn't intend on ever switching back," Scott cut Jean off. His sounded annoyed. Jean understood why, even without her telepathic powers.

Jean ignored Scott's remark. "Mr McCoy is going to home school us until we graduate," She explained. "And Rogue and I wont be taking danger room sessions with everyone else, so that the professor can help us to adjust to our new powers."

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Remy gave up trying to smoke his cigarette because he figured that the professor would just tell him off again. He looked at his watch. 8:07pm. He didn't want to go to the rec room because the rest of the xmen were in there. Usually he'd want to hang out alone with Rogue, but now lies a problem. He had to look at Jean every time he talked to Rogue. 'Remy said he like Rogue even if he can't touch her skin. Remy be a bastard if he not there for her now, when she need him most." And so Remy made his way to her bedroom. He figured she wouldn't want to be around everyone else either.

Sure enough, Rogue was in her room. She was lying on her bed, with her back to the door. Remy slowly walked into the room, closing the door behind him. Rogue didn't react to the sound of the door closing, so he figured maybe she was asleep.

"Cherie?"

"Ah could hear yah coming from ah mile away! You're thoughts are so loud!" Rogue complained, not moving her position. "Ah couldn't stay in the rec room. Everyone was so loud. Ah could barely hear maself think!" Remy heard her say. He continued to make his way to the bed.

He put his knees on the bed behind Rogue's back and his hand over her body and onto the bed in front of her. He then leaned his head over and looked at her face. Her face was wet, and it was obvious that she'd been crying. She looked right into his eyes, but didn't say a word.

"Aw, Rogue. Don't cry. Let Remy make it all better," He tried to say cheerfully. He knew she was crying at having uncontrolled telepathy, having to be in Jean's body and because of Remy's reaction to it. So Remy did the only thing he could think of. And that was to make her feel better wit' de Remy touch. He leaned in real close to Rogue's face. She started to back away but Remy put his hand behind her head to stop her.

"Remy!" She squealed and his lips met with hers.

For the first time in her whole 18 years, Rogue felt the warmth of someone's lips on her own, and it was invigorating. She felt like her body was melting, and that all her troubles were melting away. She forgot she was in a foreign body as Remy ran his hand down her back, sending shivers down her spine. It felt so unbelievably good, and it made her realise what she was missing all those years.

"Like, OH MY GOD!" A squeal could be heard from the other end of the room. Rogue and Remy unlocked from the kiss and looked towards the doorway. "That's like, so sweet!" Kitty smiled. 'Even though she looks like Jean? So does that mean he secretly fancies Jean too?' Kitty thought to herself.

"Buzz off prom queen," Rogue sneered. "Ah heard that!" Kitty cupped her mouth with her hand.

"Oh my god! Like, I am so sorry Rogue!" She cried, and then ran out of the room.

Remy turned his attention to Rogue. "What was that all about petite?"

Rogue hugged Remy and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Kitty was thinking that you kissed me because you secretly like Jean," Rogue replied. She was pissed off, even though Kitty did raise a fine point.

"Cherie," Remy ran his fingers through Rogue's long red hair. "Remy told you he loves you for who you are. That ain't about to change now, okay?"

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Scott had had enough. His hand was sore and red from punching the punching bag that hung in his bedroom. It was past 10pm and he needed to get out of the mansion. He just wanted to escape from everything that was happening. The professor sensed anger and frustration (and some heartbreak) from Scott earlier, but Scott refused to talk about it.

He changed into his baggy jeans and a blue t-shirt. He chucked on his denim jacket and grabbed his keys from his dresser. "I need a drink."

He remembered Remy once talking about a bar not far from the mansion, called the 'Wisky bar,' and so, he headed there. What he didn't expect to find was Remy inside the bar. Scott's face scrunched up momentarily from the smell of booze and sweat. The bar was empty, with the exception of Remy, the bar maid and two bikies playing pool across the room. Remy was hunched at the bar sipping what looked like a scotch. Scott sat next to him.

"Doris," Remy called out to the barmaid. "A scotch for my friend here, petite."

"I prefer beer," Scott replied.

"Trust me, the scotch helps better than beer," Remy replied, not taking his eyes off his drink. "Remy didn't t'ink he ever see you in a bar before."

"Well there's always a first for everything. Looks like the girls aren't the only ones who've changed today," Scott replied. The bar maid handed Scott his drink.

"Amen to that," Remy replied, tapping his glass with Scott's.

--author's notes: now cz ive had a few reviews anxious to see the next chapter, well here it is.. I had to rush while riting it to get it posted asap 4 u ppl, so im hoping its still good.. the next chapter prob wont b up for another week so b patient k? and PLZ REVIEW! (dw, the story gets juicier!)