They-Call-Me-Orange- LOL. That he may just do. I definitely know what you mean. ;-)

WolvGambit Le Diable Blanc- LOL. Sounds nice. Wish it was me. LOL. I will definitely try that. Thank you.

Tammy- Yeah, she had her part in it. Will be getting to that part later, well, the details. Yeah, Remy get discouraged, LOL. Joseph and Storm are a toss up though. Just have to see once I get there. ;-)

Bored247- Thanks. LOL. Don't worry, he won't be a major problem. Maybe just a minor nuisanse.. ;-)

Roguechere- oh, the accusation was about Rogue and her man trouble. I was going to try and put more detail into it later. Joseph and Remy aren't exactly friends and Ororo started pointing out things about Remy being around Rogue, getting Joseph riled up and so on.

Nettlez- LOL. Ororo is about 29 and Remy is about 26. Thanks.

Enchantedlight- Thank you, as always.

Well, I'm back from vacation, so here I go. If I miss anything, let me know...it's been a while. ;-) As always, THANK YOU for the TONS of reviews.

MOTELS

Well, here she was again, sitting in her room trying to figure out what to do now. Everything from her past just kept coming back to bite her in the ass. She couldn't risk going out and helping Mystique, but how could she not. She was dying, and she was her mother, adopted or otherwise. She knew she could trust Logan of all the people here, but she couldn't help but wonder why her, why now? She was feeling bad for treating them like that, but come on, fighting over her like animals. Like it would do any good? Sure, it's nice to know that's possible, and what woman wouldn't like that to some degree, but there was no point in it. Rogue was untouchable, especially here in the mansion. Only Remy knew that she was touchable, well, in the way he was looking for and it's not like she enjoyed the thought of him knowing that.

But seriously, what woman wouldn't want a piece of that. She didn't understand what Ororo had exactly done, but she had a good idea. Then she comes into her room to appologize and it felt more like she was just making sure that she was still untouchable. Maybe she should have given Ororo pointers on how to make herself more interesting to the man know as Gambit...be unavailable. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh. No matter what it meant, she was going to go and help Mystique. She put a good offer on the table, getting rid of Carol, but at what cost. She had made a home here, even if so many disliked her for so long, didn't trust her since she walked through the door. But that was to be expected from someone who could still your thoughts, emotions, powers, soul, life, with a mere touch. Something that she was used to.

Joseph was nice, but getting on her nerves all the more. Starting a fight over her with Remy? Come on. What was the point in that if he couldn't touch her no more than the other man? Then again what was the point of any of it. Sure, she could admit it, he was very handsome, but past that, there wasn't much to him. Remy, Remy...well, he was Remy. Hot as ever, especially since she is still reminded of how he looked on that island. How many times has she wished she never left that island? Sure she didn't trust him, or think much of him, at first...but now, now he's changed. Not much, that's for sure, but whatever it is makes her want to let her guard down all the more. But there was always the stubborn streak. They both had it, she didn't want to give in and he wouldn't give up. Two hard heads running at each other, it was only a matter of time before one broke. She just hoped it wasn't her, but if she helped out momma, then she wouldn't be seeing him much longer. And that, that was a shame.

Remy and Joseph ignored each other, only to have Joseph glare at Remy as he gave his normal non-chalant smirk, as if he knew something he didn't. This only bothered Joseph more. Remy couldn't stay angry at Stormy. But he made sure to point out to her that he wasn't with her. She needed to let go of that. Instead, he opted for finding a better time to talk to Rogue. Sure, it was probably pointless, seeing as how she knew him better than anyone, thanks to that little draining incident on the island, but there was just something about her. She was starting to get to him, and he wasn't sure why. When Stormy had started making points about him spending time with Rogue, then moving on to arguing with him about how far he got with Rogue, physically, it was only a matter of time before someone punched him.

Only thing was, he half expected it to be Logan, but it was Joseph. Logan just stayed by Rogue's side, guarding her until the fight was ending. Even with what was going on, he wanted to be that man, the one who stood over her, watching her. What was wrong with him...watching her? He didn't need to be taking care of anyone, especially a woman. Not since Belladonna did he ever want to be truly close to a woman. He just wanted Rogue because he couldn't have her and it was driving him crazy, right? It had to be. He always made sure that he would never fall for another. There was no point, it would only end up in pain. Remy figured that he needed to rid himself of these thoughts and opted for this to be the time to go and try and talk to her. To his Rogue, because one way or another, she will be his.

Just as he was about to reach her room, he noticed her come out with a small black bag. Normally, he wouldn't hide from her, but there was something about her. She was wearing a black uniform, much like her X-men one. He couldn't help but stare at her curves as he stood hiden in the corner. But there was something else, something emotional. It was like static, but mostly chaotic. He continued to watch her as she walked away from him down the hall. Knowing that she would easily figure out what he was doing, he kept his distance, only making sure that he could see what she was doing.

She made it downstairs without running into anyone, and headed into the garage. Then she threw her bag into her car and took off as fast as she could. Seeing his opportunity, Remy hopped onto his bike and took off after her. Whatever was going on, he needed to know. It peeked his curiousity to no end, but when did this woman not do that to him. She didn't stop until she reached the outskirts of the city and stopped at some little motel. He noted what room she went into to, and then decided to check himself in. While the guy was checking him in, he found that Rogue had used the name Anna-Marie Darkholme.

Once he headed to his room, he noticed that Rogue was leaving. Well, sort of, she was walking to a small diner across the street. Once inside, he sat down as far away as he could from Rogue. Suddenly, a waitress came up to him and handed him a glass of bourbon. He looked at her slightly puzzled.

"It came from her." she told him as she pointed towards Rogue. Figuring that there was no point in hiding any longer, he made his way over to her booth and sat down across from her. She acted completely oblivious to him, but then spoke to him as she stared blankly out the window.

"What'cha doin' heah?"

"Could ask you da same thing, non?" then she turned to him, just looking at him. Suddenly she raised her hand and took his sunglasses from him. He didn't act surprised or scared, just stared right back at her. It almost seemed as if they were both playing poker.

"You runnin'?" but his only answer was a small laugh. Remy leaned back.

"If dis 'bout what happened-" her face went solemn.

"Ya that concided sugah? Not everythin's 'bout ya." but she couldn't help but smirk. He looked her over for a moment and then leaned towards her.

"Den what's dis all 'bout?"

"What does it mattah? What is it that ya want from meh? Whay follow meh heah without a point? Or do ya have one?" Remy just shrugged.

"Fahne." she told him as she stood up, putting money on the table for her coffee. Just as she was about to leave, he grabbed her wrist. She looked at him for a moment, not angry, but not in the mood for mind games. He didn't say anything so she pulled away from him and headed back to her room.

Just as she was about to open her door, he called out to her. She slowly turned around, but in no way did she expect what hit her. Rogue didn't realize how close he was and his lips came crashing down upon her. She loved the feeling, not wanted to let go. His hands instinctively went to her waist as hers went for the door knob. She refused to let his lips leave her as she grabbed his collar and pulled him in with her, quickly slamming the door behind them.

"Rogue?" he mumbled against her lips.

"Mmhmm."

"Dis what you really want?" he asked her as she quickly tried to undo his shirt. But that question made her stop dead in her tracks. Her eyes went back to his as she saw his red eyes burn with desire.

"Ya projectin'?" He simply smirked and shrugged lightly. She tried to pull away, slightly embarrassed, but he kept her there with his embrace.

"Remy not da only one projectin' chere." he told her in a husky voice that sent chills down her spine as she felt his warm breath against her neck.

"Maybeh, but then 'gain ya can't be certain those feelin's were for ya." she told him as she winked while she pulled away from him.

"Non?"

"Think what ya want, but it's not lahke ya evah give meh a straight answer. Ah sure don't owe ya one."

"Anna-Marie?"

"Is stalker one of ya more definin' traits?"

"Most femmes find it charmin'."

"Ah ain't most femmes." she told him, trying to mimic his accent. He took another good long look at her.

"That for sure."

"Whay ya here?" he took her hand and brought it to his lips.

"Where ever dere be a belle femme, Remy is sure to be."

"Oh, so ya here with someone?" she asked him, slightly playfully.

"Oui, it be whoever dis Anna-Marie Darkholme. You know her chere?"

"Does anybody evah really know anybody?" she turned and walked away from him, and peeked out of the window. Sensing her uneasiness he turned to her.

"How 'bout we start over 'gain?" She looked at him, slighty curious.

"Bon nuit chere. Remy LeBeau at your service." he once again took her hand and brought it to his lips.

"Ya normally meet strange girls in motel rooms? Oh wait, ya said ya Remy LeBeau. That answers everythin'." she told him playfully.

"Remy meet dis belle femme anywhere she want." Rogue looked him over for a moment and licked her lips.

"Anywhere?" A little shocked by her forwardness, Remy raised his brow. Rogue walked towards him, seductively, and placed her hand inside the open area of his shirt, loving the feeling of his bare chest.