ENOUGH
Gambit had enough of this nonsense. He couldn't get anywhere near Rogue, nor would she actually answer any of his questions. But he had to admit, it had been a long time since a woman had intrigued him so. He couldn't help but wonder if she were really worth all of this trouble. He was sneaking into Xavier's study in the middle of the night searching for files on this woman who had become such a mystery on him. Gambit wasn't too worried about a telepath in the middle of the night, he of course had strong mental shields, and what would they do when they were sleeping. The only problem he nearly had a run in on the way here was that Logan character again.
After picking a few simple locks and digging through some paperwork, he found a file that looked interesting enough. It was a different color than all the rest and unlabeled. Inside was a picture of Rogue along with a picture of another woman. So he sat down and began to read it. It didn't go into too much detail of her past, only that they knew that she was with Mystique and something called the Brotherhood of Mutants. It also stated her absorption power, but that they were uncontrollable. After skimming some useless pages, he found some about the woman in the other picture, a Carol Danvers, aka Ms. Marvel. Her powers included invulnerability, super strength, a six sense, as well as flight. After skimming some more pages Gambit found what he was looking for. Apparently Mystique and this Ms. Marvel were enemies, and Ms. Marvel was an X-man. Rogue was used to hold onto Ms. Marvel for an unknown amount of time, leaving her in a coma and near death, while leaving Rogue all of her abilities. Then it went onto explain that Rogue could not handle the other personality in her head, it began to try to take over. She did not know how to cope with it and came to the X-men for help.
She had many difficulties with the other teammates due to their friendship with Carol, but that could not be helped. Also, that Xavier had been working with her, not to control her powers, but to control the problem of dealing with Carol. Truthfully, Gambit didn't know what to think. None of these people really had a clue what this woman was capable of, let alone anything about her past. But he couldn't help but feel partly to blame, maybe he should have been there to help her. He knew Mystique wanted something from her by the way she was protecting her on that boat, but he had no idea. He knew what it was like to be betrayed, let alone used. He closed up the files and left everything the way that he had found it before leaving the room. Then he decided to go outside and have a smoke while he digested all of this information. While he was walking around the grounds, he noticed that there was someone in the pool.
He made his way over there, wondering who would be up at this time, when once again he saw her. She was swimming laps, back and forth. Gambit stopped himself at the end of the building hiding amongst the shadows. Suddenly another figure stepped out, walking towards her as she stepped out of the pool. His eyes flashed furiously once he recognized the figure that was handing her a towel, it was Logan. He couldn't help but wonder what was it that made him so protective over her, let alone what he meant by that smell comment. Gambit watched Logan intently, until Rogue made her way back towards the mansion. So he snuck himself deeper into the shadows and followed her.
He couldn't help but look over each of the contours of her body as she made her way back to her room. Once she stepped into her room, he listened from the door to hear her go into her own bathroom. That is when he quietly made his own entrance into her room. Truthfully, it wasn't at all what he was expecting. The room seemed very bare, with only some stuffed animals on her bed and a desk full of romance novels. He couldn't help but smirk at the books. But he heard her making some racket as if she was about to come back into the room, so he sunk down into a dark corner across from her bed.
As soon as she came out of the bathroom, he couldn't believe the sight before him. She had tied up her wet hair and was wearing a long, silky black nightgown. Just as she was about to get into bed, she turned towards him, her eyes narrowed.
"Give meh one good reason whay Ah shouldn't kick ya ass right now." He smirked and came out of the shadows.
"Remy just wanted ta talk wit ya."
"Oh really," she asked putting one hand on her hip, "or were ya really lookin' for a peep show?"
"Non, seriously. Dat just a perk."
"Get outta mah room." she told him plainly.
"Remy go through all dis trouble ta talk wit ya. S'il vous plait, five minutes."
"Ah could care less what ya went through, but Ah'm feelin' nahce. Ah'll give ya two."
"Fair 'nough. Look, Remy just wanted ta know 'bout what happened after ya left him."
"For starters, there wasn't anythin' ta leave. We ain't nuthin' ta each other. Secondly, enough ta make meh come heah of all places."
"Dat be Remy's point. He know 'bout Carol." She growled.
"Look Remy, this ain't the time nor the place, so if'n ya don't mind." she told him as she pointed to the door. Not wanting to anger her anymore for the night, he obliged her, figuring he would get his information another time.