BlkDiamond- Thanks. Definitely will. Well, it's slowly starting to piece together, but she is not telling them about her encounter with Remy, but they did go looking for her and ended up meeting the Mauraders.

They-Call-Me-Orange- LOL. Yeah, couldn't let my readers down, now could I. Then you would really get a chance at hating me. ;-) Thank you.

FOLLOWED

"Don't give meh that Scott! Ah'm a grown woman! Ya can't dictate mah life!" Rogue was getting increasingly sick of this debate. She didn't live here like the rest of them, she didn't need this.

"You're part of the team Rogue, like it or not. That means that you have to be responsible for your actions."

"Who says Ah'm not? Hmm? You?"

"Yes."

"Alright fearless leader, how is it that Ah didn't do mah job, versus the way you do it? Ah don't see ya flyin' round the city in the middle of the night for nothin'. In fact, ya always find somebody else ta do everythin'. Do ya really do anythin' but give orders?"

"Doesn't matter what you think of me Rogue, I am the leader. What I say goes."

"Then get the pole removed from ya ass! It's nobody's fault that ya havin' trouble with Jean, so lay off'a meh and go and deal with her yaself, ya coward!"

"That is none of your business, this is about your communicator."

"So what! A communicator...ooohh. Lahke Ah don't have a dozen of them ta replace it!"

"You won't even tell us how you lost it."

"Ah don't remembah." she told him in a sing-songy voice.

"Whatever Rogue. I don't have all night to spend debating this with you. You will have extra duties for this irresponsibility."

"Ah'm shakin' in mah boots." she told him as she stomped out of the office. On the way out she nearly collided into Logan.

"You okay?" he asked her as he looked at her strangely.

"Lahke ya don't know. Ya didn't hear us in there?" she asked, pointing her finger back at the office door. He just smirked.

"Only everybody in the house heard that racket. I asked if you were ok."

"Ah'll beh fahne, but Ah'm goin' home. He's tryin' ta make meh more responsible. Ah ain't comin' back unless there's an emergency or Xavier comes back from Muir Island."

"We could'a used your help against the Mauraders." She laughed at him.

"Like ya couldn't take them on bah yaself...or were ya too busy with Creed?" her only response was a gruff growl, which only made her laugh more.

"Ah'll see ya later. The faster Ah get out'ta here the better, or else he might try to get meh ta wash all the cars in the garage or the Blackbird or somethin'." this was his turn to laugh.

At this point Rogue wondered why she didn't just do what Mystique taught her, she was an assassin after all. Who would miss Scott? Jean might not at this point. He had been having troubles with her since Emma Frost showed up shortly after the Professor had headed off to Muir Island on some 'emergency' for his ex once again. It was obvious that Emma didn't really want him, she was just using him. But Jean being the jealous type, even after all she put Scott through with Logan. These women were crazy. Scott, well, he was just a giant ass. Figuring it was best to take her car back to her apartment before Scott to use it in a way to make her 'more responsible', she hopped in and headed home.

She drove into her private parking lot and headed inside, but she had this weird feeling that she was being followed. Rogue kept her cool, not quite sure who it was or why. This night just kept getting better and better. She made sure that she had her key out and ready to get inside, but just as she was about to head inside, someone grabbed her hand while it was on the doorknob. Not seeing who it was, nor caring, she quickly shoved this person into a nearby wall, holding them there with her arm across their neck. But she found herself looking into those familiar eyes once again, with their faces only a hairs length apart.

"Gambit." she said calmly.

"Dis how you treat all your houseguests?" he asked her with that all to familiar smirk. What a night it was.

"Only the one's that try ta sneak up on meh." she released her hold upon him.

"Didn't mean ta scare ya chere."

"Do Ah look scared?" he took the moment to look her over.

"Not one bit."

"How'd ya fahnd mah place?"

"Not easy, not like you listed or anythin'."

"That isn't an answer."

"How 'bout you let Gambit inside and he tell you da story." he told her closing the distance between them. She knew this game, he was up to something, and she didn't like it.

"Why? Whay should Ah trust ya? Ya seem ta forget somethin', Ah know ya sugah." Whatever it was, he didn't know, but hearing her call him that just set him on fire.

"Why should Gambit trust you? You an X-man, yet he came here anyway."

"Which is not understandable, since ya haven't told meh how ya found the place." They both just stood there for a moment staring at one another, almost as if, waiting for the other to give in.

"Rogue, let's just go in. You never invited a homme in dere or somethin'?" his face was so close to her, that his breath sent shivers down her spine, but she wasn't about to let him do this to her. He wanted something, and she wasn't sure what it was, or what side he was on. She was going to give just as good as she got.

"What if Ah have someone already in there?" she asked him as she placed a hand on his chest and lowering it down to his belt. If she wouldn't have known him better, she might not have noticed how his demeanor changed. Almost jealous, maybe a little bit hurt, unbelieving.

"Do you chere?"

"Ya tell meh." she told him smiling. Then she took a step back, in order for him to open her door, to call her bluff. Being the gambling man he was, she knew he would fall for it, at least to get whatever it was that he wanted. He watched her intently, she could have melted under those eyes. She hated these games, she wished he were himself.

Gambit finally went inside, only to be greeted by her cat. Well, it wasn't really her cat, more like a stray she let into the house when it was hungry. She followed him closely as he went searching the many rooms looking for any sign of another man.

"So you da faithful type chere?"

"Depends, did Ah have someone ta beh faithful to." she turned around and headed for the kitchen. He didn't know how much longer he could be near her without throwing her onto the floor and just ravishing her right there. Just watching her walk away from him was driving him crazy.

"Still, non homme in sight."

"Ah said someone, Ah nevah said a man." she told him as she gave the cat something to eat. He couldn't help but smirk. She bluffed, and he couldn't read her? This Rogue was more and more interesting.

"So, how did ya find meh?" she asked, as she met his eyes.

"Got sources. Not too hard to find information 'bout a femme wit white stripes in her hair an' looks like you chere." he told her as he made his way over to her.

"Then what is it that ya want, that ya had ta go through all the trouble of findin' meh?" Gambit brushed some of the hairs from her face, and placed them behind her ear.

"As you said before, think dat obvious, non." Rogue, not trusting herself being that close to him at that moment, took a step back.

"No, Rem-Gambit," she quickly corrected herself, "it's not. The Mauraders with ya too?" His jaw clenched. He was annoyed and was desperately trying not to show it. But then again, it could always be sexual frustration, she began to think, but held back a giggle at the though. Gambit tried not to mix business with pleasure, but this was not a normal circumstance.

"If dey were here, do you think dat we be here now." he told her, trying to bite back his emotions, or were they hers. He couldn't tell at the moment.

"What is it that ya want then?" He went to kiss her, but she pulled away.

"That's not how it works. Ah ain't lahke all those othah women. Ah never was. Ah love one man, an' ya said it already, you ain't him." she desperately tried to avoid looking at him. This was just so hard on her. He was him, but he wasn't. She just wanted Remy back. She felt his finger touch her chin, ever so gently and lift it so that her eyes met his.

"Den tell me 'bout dis Remy."