IvyZoe- Yep. She definitely did. Well, we shall see about Mystique. She is a tricky lil booger. LOL. I will try to fulfill your Romyness needs. ;-) But never fear, all answered will be answered, well, one way or another.

WHAT NOW?

On the way to the Blackbird, Remy stayed at Rogue's side, consciously keeping track of every tired movement. No one else watched her like he did, no one thought anything about her powers, only that maybe she touched someone on her way to them. They were all tired themselves, so everyone was quiet and tried not to make too much noise, so that they wouldn't have to put up a fight. Almost halfway there, Rogue collapsed, straight into Remy's arms. He, of course, didn't mind one bit. Wolverine had to carry the Professor, but Mr. McCoy tried to take Rogue off his hands, but Remy resisted, insisting on carrying her himself. He carried her weary body all the way there and sat her down in a seat, towards the back, next to him. He even strapped her in and took off his coat, rolling it up and allowing her to use it as a pillow. Remy had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her.

When Rogue woke up, she was in her own room. She was still tired, but felt restless. It was dark, but she could see the glowing ruby eyes staring at her from afar. She looked at him curiously, not knowing exactly what to say. Rogue sat up as he made his way over to her, sitting down on the bed next to her. Remy stared into her eyes intently. He took a gloved hand and fingered a white strand, pulling it away from her face, in order to get a better view.

"What happened?" she muttered sleepily.

"You were tired chere." he told her gently.

"How long have Ah been here?" she looked him over curiously.

"We got back dis mornin'." her eyes went wide in disbelief. But he smiled at her tenderly.

"Ya were tired. From what dis cajun hear, ya did quite a lot." she nodded and yawned.

"What'cha doin' here?" he smirked, but his expression was unreadable.

"Watchin' over ya chere." she grinned.

"Does anybody know ya in here sugah?" He shook his head.

"Does anybody know 'bout meh?" she asked him quietly.

"Non."

"So what now?"

"Je ne sais pas. Dat be up to you, non." she nodded slightly staring at her hands. Then she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Ah missed ya." his smirk grew. He leaned in closer to her, but she put her hand on his chest when he was about an inch from her face. She smirked at him playfully.

"What do ya think ya doin' swamp rat." she whispered to him. But before she knew it he kissed her. It was gentle but passionate and she could feel his yearning for more, but was not about to give in. There were still too many unanswered questions. When he pulled back, he left her breathless. She touched the side of his face, rubbing the stubble.

"Don't ya evah shave 'round meh?" he merely smirked in reply. So she leaned in close.

"How'd ya know Ah wouldn't absorb ya?"

"Remy didn't." he told her plainly. But she wasn't shocked by his answer. "'sides, ya would'a stopped him 'fore he got there," he told her, his tone low and husky. Then he went turned his head slightly and whispered into her ear, "and not teased him." His breath against her sent shivers down her spine, and taking note of that he kissed her again. Harder and longer this time. But then he stood up and began to walk towards her balcony doors.

"Remy," she whispered. He stopped but didn't look back at her. She sighed.

"Ya goin' back ta 'im, aren't ya?" He opened the doors, and gave her one last look before he jumped over the railing and onto the grass below. Rogue stood up and made her way over to the balcony just in time to see him disappear into the tree line. She turned around to walk back into her room and stepped on something smooth. She looked down, and underneath her bare foot, was a playing card. The queen of hearts.