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Chapter Two-Dreams of Reality

" I had a dream which was not all a dream. "

-Geoge Gordon Noel Byron, Lord Byron

She was locked in that whimsical space between dream and reality and she began to float along the celestial river of the waking plane before her sight was pierced by an intruding ray of sunlight. The warmth of the room massaged along her senses and she felt momentarily content as the feeling of being met by a proper rest greeted her laxed mind.

Chancing both eye's open, she looked to see her window slightly open, the cutains shifting and billowing with the feather soft wind. Unmindful of her own actions, she sighed and continued to lie there, soaking in the few remaining minutes of relaxed muscles and calm emotions before the day began. Even breathing and shallow thinking, she felt really well...

" I thought it would be nice if I left the window open, " came a calm, quite voice and Rogue turned her head to look at Kitty sitting cross-legged, her head resting on her hands, bed already made, " I hope you didn't mind..." The reality sank in and tugged at Rogue's conscience as she lifted herself from the bed and readied herself for the day. Making her way to the closet, she plucked a black, off the shoulder sweater, and regular jeans, making her way for the door. She paused at the doorknob, emotions warring once more and turned to Kitty slightly who didn't move an inch from her bed.

" Yor not goin' to school ag'in, are ya? "

Kitty shook her head at Rogue's question and began to stare off into space. Something pricked at the untouchable's eye's, yet she couldn't help herself and took a risk, " Kitty...what he do t'ya ?" The girl was silent, wrapping her arms about her legs, eye's straight foward, slightly trembling. " Kitty? " " I don't want to talk about it, " she whispered chillingly, causing Rogue to shiver inwardly at the fear that hid behing the young girl's eye's, " nothing happened. "

A mission had seperated the team, as sometimes they tended to do and Kitty was left travelling alone with Logan. The two had been missing, longer than the others; a total of three weeks, using a cave as shelter from a tyrant blizzard that had plagued their surrondings, Logan toughing the raging storm to find food and wood when need be. And when they were found, Kitty was dispondent. Logan had mentioned something of nightmare's and panic-attacks at the fear of never being found, but Kitty never gave a word of what happened when her and Logan had been lost together in those three weeks and suddenly became quite and afraid of the world in general. Xavier had allowed her to remain at the institute rather than go to school, trying to identify the strange problem of why the girl had drastically drawn herself in and became the empty shell she now was. Yet Rogue shared a room with the girl and had seen the bruises so well kept hidden under clothing when Kitty had undressed. She had also saw the unmistakible traces of claw marks that would undoubtedly become scars. Claw marks much like the one's Logan left upon walls of training rooms.

She had tried to question the girl before about the marks and strangely enough, Kitty smiled, " You don't know when to cry when he's touching you here, " she had placed one hand upon the the marks on her hip, her eye's filling with tears, " or when he's touching you here, " she whispered, placing her other hand on the inside of her thigh.

" Who, Kitty? Who did it to ya? " Rogue couldn't seem to muster Logan's name from her lips. He was the closest thing she had to a father and had always protected her and the others. She had the shining hope that perhaps she was wrong. That perhaps there was a major factor in the story where some madman had hurt the girl and Kitty and Logan seemed to never speak of it for some unknown reason. Kitty's sad smile faded and she turned away from the older girl, her arms motionless at her sides, " No one... "

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She had missed her ride with Scott and Bayville was currently being met with a slight drizzle. Holding a gloved hand to her pale forehead in the hopes of salvaging her painted face, she could see that even the weather couldn't hold her latest friend. He stood outside the gate of the institute, his hands shoved within the pockets of his tan trench coat, the jacket marred and slightly singed at the ends. His eye's were on her and a shiver feel down her spine at the red-on-black intensity there, matched by the usual playful grin that etched about his mouth.

She met him at the gate, the bars seperating the two as he smiled and she frowned, her irritation rising at the mere sight of him. " How did yo' sleep, chere? " Her eyebrows knitted together in anger, " Ah don't lihke ya messin' with mah head, Gambit? "

She opened the gate and pushed past him to make her way to school. He immediately followed as he always did, taunting her along the way in hopes to frustrate her even more, " Gambit agin? I do remeba y'calling him by Remy last night, mon fille. " She shuddered as she remembered calling the Cajun by his real name. She quickened her pace, yet he only followed, his voice almost sing-song as he continued, " Why fight it, chere? Remy know's y'betta 'tin any of 'em! He know's why y' cry when yo' alone and why y' don't let n'body in. He know's where y' like t' be touched and he'-"

Yet she cut him off, her anger on the brink and well met by it's limit's with the man, her southern accent suddenly becoming thick as his dis when enraged, " Ah don' lihke ya messin' with mah dream! I don' lihke ya in mah head! You stay the hell away from meh, ya don' know meh! Stop usin' yor damn empathy on me! I cayn't sleep wit all t'nightmares ya been given meh. Why meh? Why always meh? An' Ah swear, if y' do it agin', A'll have meh a Cajun head 'pon mah wall and A'll smile at it every tihme Ah see it! "

" Y' smile at Remy? "

He knew he was pushing it, yet so was she and he was slightly surprised at how well he had contained his annoyance so far with the girl. " Quit talkin' in da third person. Yor no betta than anyone else. " He smiled and made no notice that they were already close to her school. " Chere, I swear, dat temper of yor's gonna make us some dangerous kids. " She turned immediately and made to slap him across the face, " We're neva havin' kids and leave me alone, swamp-rat! And Ahm not yor chere! "

He flashed her a wicked smile and made to reach for her hand, " Remy, like y' and yo will always be his chere. " She snatched her hand away, a slight tint on her cheeks as she tried not to look at him. They turned another corner and began to tear through an alleyway in the hopes of getting to her destination faster. " Why meh? Yor too old fer meh? " Remy was quite a moment before answering, " Jus' like ya. Don' know why. Besides, I'm only four year's olda than y'. " She was getting closer, yet for some reason, her heart was deflating at the prospect. The emotions he sprung in her were too many and too close. they always were whenever she was around him.

She didn't know what quite to feel when he smiled at her like this or touched her like that. He used to be an enemy, even if he wasn't an acolyte anymore. She tried to staunch the rush of emotions he was stirring in her anyway that she could, " I hate ya, " she spat out quitely and vehemently, a pang slicing somewhere and she immediately regretted her words. But shw wasn't expexting the actions that would be met by the Cajun and she cried out slightly when she was roughly shove against a brick wall of the alley, furious hands placed on either side of head as she looked into the angry eye's of Remy LeBeau.

She hadn't meant what she said, yet even so, she was surprised by the man before her, at what he was doing...what was he doing? " Is dat true, petite? Y'hate me? " A growl rose in her throat and she smirked, her back suddenly aching, " What if it is? "

His eye's were calculating as he looked at her. Her breath caught in her throat as his head snapped closer, their noses mere centimeters apart, " I 'tink yo' a terrible liar. And Gambit don' appreciate liars. You best 'tink of an honest answer. " She couldn't breath properly and the intimate closeness was too much. The thought of turning in her powers didn't even cross her mind as the Cajun man's mouth came crashing down upon her own, searing her with a crushing and demanding kiss that bruised her lips and set something aflame within her chest.

It was different from the dreams that he sent her. It was real. And it was now and she wanted to hold on and never let it go. Jeans face flashed before her eye's, followed by Kurts, then Scott's till her mind began to spin at the fear and the pleasure that she became dizzy and her legs fell out from under her. Gambit held to her fast to prevent her from falling, using the wall as support. They breathing was sharp and his head was on her shoulder, " Come to N'Awlin's wit me, mon chere. Jus' for a bit'. Gambit didn' know what to do when y'left the first time. " " You used me, " she whispered harshly, still trying to regain her breathing. " Needed yo' help, chere. Now I need y'. "

" No..."

" Oui..."

His demanding lips were on her neck and her vision began to blur. " Why meh? " A smile curved his lips once more and she could fill it on her skin as she unconsciencly raised her head to allow him more access. " Don' know. Hop'in y' could help me wit dat? " A smile met her own mouth and she gave a sharp intake of breath as the man's teeth grazed her neck.

" No... "

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Logan was silent as his eye's remained on the young girl. She looked to window, drinking a glass of water as if he was not even in the same room. Her body had heeled yet she still wore long-sleeve as the fall was begging to turn to winter. He wanted know what she was thinking and he wanted to help her, heal her in a way who knew his powers never could and to...

" Kitty- "

" Don't say it! " Her tone was harsh, cold, and biting. Logan would never tolerate such a tone from anyone but he knew it was due and there wasn't even a thought to letting her have her way with him. " I don't want to here it. "

Sighing, he stood from the table in the kitchen, meaning to leave, " I'm sorry..., " he said gruffly and left the room to here the shattering of a glass against a wall as he turned the corner.

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A/N: What is going on, you ask? Well, you must review, and then I shall update, and then you can find out. If it's a bit confusing, it get's better. It's one of those " read and it unravels " kinda things. Bwa ha ha! I am evil. Watch me do my evil dance for you! ( evil dance is in progress ) The sooner I get a certain amount of reviews, the sooner I'll update. So please please please review!