Chapter 11- The Talk and a Little Bit of Comfort
Rogue sat on a bench in the mansion's garden, tears streaming down her face. The talk with Professor Xavier hadn't gone very well. He told her that Bobby had told him that she had tried to absorb his powers while he slept last night. She had protested and claimed Kitty could prove she hadn't left the room. The only problem was that they couldn't find her. After that bombshell, she'd been told she was to be moved to another wing that was closer to the teachers. Also, an X-man was to follow her everywhere.
A shadow appeared over her but she didn't look up. She thought it might be Bobby coming to gloat about his victory over her. Whoever it was sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Chere? What's wrong?"
Rogue slowly lifted her head to meet Gambits gaze. She started crying harder so Remy held her against his chest and tried to calm her. He gently rubbed her back and rested his cheek on the top of her head. He softly murmured nonsense words in an attempt to stop her crying and after a little while it worked.
"What happened chere? You can tell Remy."
"Well…" she hiccupped.
Rogue hadn't meant to tell him but it all came pouring out. She told him everything that happened. Rogue told him what Bobby did and what Professor Xavier thought needed to be done.
"I'm so sorry petite. Dis Cajun promises he'll be your escort," he got up and bowed to her.
"Cut the dramatics ya swamp rat," a little smile spread across her face. "It doesn't suit ya."
"How'd you know Remy's from New Orleans?"
"Ya accent."
They smiled at each other as Remy sat back down. He silently edged closer without breaking the eye contact. He gently leaned in to kiss her. His hand went to the back of her head to pull her forward. Both were lost in what they were feeling. Nothing seemed to matter to them anymore; just each other. They were just centimeters apart when reality hit Rogue hard. She quickly pulled away and avoided looking at Remy.
"Ah'm soory, ah can't. Ya must have a death wish swamp rat."
"Chere Remy'd gladly die for you," he chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist. He gently nuzzled the top of her head.
"Rogue!"