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No Way, Oui Way
"And why did you say you attacked him?" Logan was saying as he strapped Remy into the van.

"Ah didn't," Rogue replied, rolling her eyes. "Ah didn't attack him. He stole some lady's purse, so Ah whent after him. Why is it such a big deal?"

"Because, Stripes," Logan growled, "we're gonna have to explain to Magneto all of this."

"Well, maybe Ah wasn't thinkin' of that when we where fightin'. What was Ah supposed to do, stop? 'Oh no, we can't fight, Magneto will be pissed!'" Rogue mimicked.

Logan rolled his eyes right back at her, "You wanna help me here?"

Rogue sighed but moved forward to buckle the straps going across Remy's chest. As she did so, she felt slightly dizzy when her hand came in contact with the front of his shirt, and she swayed on the spot.

"You ok, Stripes?" Logan asked.

Rogue closed her eyes and nodded, thinking, 'What was that…?'

She crawled into the van across from Remy and soon they were on their way to the mansion where the rest of the X-Men resided. Hank McCoy and Ororo Munroe met them at the gates to take Remy into the medical lab. Hank lifted the Cajun up in his strong arms and Rogue met them at the other side of the van. Ororo greeted her with a sly smile.

"Hello Rogue. How did this happen?"

"How did wha' happen?" she asked suspicious.

"Why does Gambit have purple lipstick on his lips?"

Rogue's eyes widened and she looked at the still lips of the Cajun. Sure enough, purple lipstick coated his thin lips. Logan growled.

"Ah…Ah dunno…" Rogue stuttered. Ororo laughed lightly and put her arm around Rogue's shoulders.

"It's alright, Rogue. We won't meddle in your privacy," she said, throwing a glare at Logan, who glared back playfully.

"Wha' privacy? Ah didn't do anythin' with the Swamp Rat!" she cried, feeling the odd dizziness wash over her again.

Ororo noticed her look of distress and furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you feeling ok, dear?"

Rogue nodded dishonestly and tried to speak, but her vocal cords seemed to be taking a break. She put her hand on her throat and looked up at Ororo, who now her both her hands on Rogue's shoulders, keeping her steady.

"What's wrong, Rogue?" she asked urgently. Logan peered over her shoulder.

'Ah dunno,' Rogue mouthed silently, feeling faint. She sunk to the floor and Logan crouched down to pick her up.

"Its ok, Stripes," he said, and Rogue felt herself moving with him. He was running, she realized. Ororo was right behind him.

"What's wrong with her, Logan?" she called, and that was the last thing Rogue heard before she slipped into a faint.

"Rogue? Rogue?"

Rogue opened her eyes to be blinded by the light seeping in through the blinds. She groaned and covered her arm with her eyes.

"Rogue! You're awake! What happened?" said a strong, yet soothing voice. A very familiar voice.

Rogue opened her eyes and peered up into the face of her best friend – Wanda Maximoff. She looked worried and impatient hovering over her. Rogue closed her eyes again.

"How long has Rogue been out?" she asked groggily.

"About a day…I got here a few hours ago. Kitty came to get me," she said.

"So you have jus' been waitin' fo' Rogue to wake up?" asked Rogue.

"Well, yeah. Gambit's still here. He's not awake yet. He's behind there," said Wanda, pointing to a curtain a few feet away from Rogue's bed.

Rogue looked with wide eyes over at the curtain. She reached out a gloved hand and pulled it back. What met her eyes behind the curtain sent her heart unexpectedly into overdrive. Why did she suddenly feel that way about someone who previously annoyed her to the breaking point?

"Gambit?" she said out loud, gazing at his face.

"Hey, Rogue, what's with the accent change?" Wanda asked.

Rogue looked at Wanda curiously. "What accen' change, Chere?"

"You just called me 'Chere'…" said Wanda, perking an eyebrow.

"Huh?" Rogue raised her eyebrows. "Well, Rogue guess de Cajun is rubbin' of on her."

"I swear to God, Rogue, you sound just like Gambit," said Wanda.

Rogue looked down at her bare hands. She had the sudden urge to touch something, or someone. Somehow she knew it wouldn't effect the thing she touched. Without thinking, Rogue reached out and took Wanda's hand. Wanda gasped, wide-eyed, and looked from their hands to Rogue's eyes.

"Rogue!" she cried incredulously. "How…?"

Rogue pulled her hand back and stared at it. Was it possible that, in some odd turn of events, she was now able to touch? Rogue wondered briefly if she were still dreaming.

"Good morning girls!" said Hank as he entered the room.

"Hank, wha' goin' on? Rogue can touch…" Rogue trailed off, her eyes wandering from Wanda to Hank.

"Excuse me?" said Beast.

"Watch," Rogue reached out and touched Wanda's arm. Hank dropped his clipboard.

"I, um, I think you better go see the Professor…right away." He stuttered.

"Well, when Rogue wake up she be talkin' like dis…Wanda say she sound just like da Cajun. How is dis possible? An' even more weird, Rogue be able t' touch now," Rogue explained. She reached out to the small plant on the Professor's desk and touched it as an example. It didn't die.

Professor Xavier seemed oddly unnerved by this information. Rogue narrowed her eyes; she was expecting a different reaction than that.

"Well?" she said, waiting for an answer.

"Come in, Mr. LeBeau," said the Professor. Rogue whipped around to see the door open and Remy slip into the room. He glanced at her once before looking at the Professor.

"I assume you've also had a change in voice, Mr. LeBeau?" he said.

Remy fell into the seat next to Rogue and nodded. Rogue studied his face. He was attractive. How come she had never really noticed before? He was gorgeous! He glanced at her. Rogue licked her lips. Remy rolled his eyes and looked away.

"Mr. LeBeau, will you humor me and kindly touch this plant?" said the Professor. Remy looked confused, but leaned forward and slowly put his fingers on a single leaf. The three of them watched it die.

There was silence in the room for a moment before Remy stood up so suddenly that his chair was sent to the floor. He took a few steps backward.

"No way…" he said. Rogue noticed that he spoke in a Southern accent.

"Oui way," said Rogue.

Remy peered wide-eyed down at her. Rogue gazed at him until he opened his mouth to speak. "You…can touch?"

Rogue nodded. "Oui."

Remy looked away from Rogue and to the Professor. "Whay?"

"I am not entirely sure…but I do have a theory." He paused, looking from Remy to Rogue. They waited for him to continue. "Rogue, I think you may have uncovered a second part to your mutation. A second power."