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Chapter 4
Rogue stared at him as he looked between her and Dodger. "I… I'm sorry…. I didn't know there was anyone…." He blinked, not quite sure what to do.
Rogue pushed him off her and he grinned, "What?" He said, looking at her with a wink. 'Guys notice the girls they don't have more then the ones they do.' He thought. He grinned, "You should knock." He said.
Scott frowned at him. "It's a kitchen, I didn't think I had to."
Rogue glanced between the two of them and felt her face turn red. Without a word she walked out of the room past Scott who moved out of the doorway to the rec-room.
Dodger and Scott stared at each other for a few seconds. Scott turned and followed after her out of the room. Dodger grinned and walked back to the table, sitting on it and picking up his apple again.
"Rogue." Scott said, not noticing Logan was watching them. "Rogue, what was that about?"
Rogue stopped and turned to look at him. "Ah… Ah don' know, he jsu', and then you…" She frowned, "I shouldn' a gone…."
Scott put a hand on her shoulder reassuringly and she looked up at him, "He didn't do anything else did he?" He asked.
She shook her head, "No, he jus' sorta grabbed me and then…." She trailed off. "Yeah…."
Logan was watching them as they came in and had been listening to them as they talked, "What happened?" He asked, watching them as they looked at him.
"Nothing." Scott said, "We're going to deal with it right now actually." He smiled reassuringly and then steered Rogue toward the door.
Rogue didn't fight it but let him lead her to the door. "Look, thanks and all bu' he didn' do anythin' and i' was sor' of…" She stopped and he looked at her for a moment. "I's nothing', Don' be mad a' him." She turned and started back toward the rec-room.
"Rogue, are you ok?" He asked, watching her as she went to the door.
She looked back at him, "Yeah, Sco', Ah'm fine." She turned and walked through the rec-room and up the stairs.
Scott watched until the door swung shut and then turned to the door that led to the kitchen. "What the hell were you doing?" He said as he walked in and saw Dodger sitting on the table. "That's call sexual harassment."
He chewed the bite of apple he'd just taken and looked at Scott. "She wanted you to notice her you dumb shit." He tossed the apple core into the garbage. "She's got a thing for you, has for a while the way I understand it."
Scott stared at him. "What are you talking about?" He asked.
"I said she's got the hots for you mono-eye." He grinned, "The image I got from the pictures around here you're after the red head, she needs to get over you, figured I'd help her out a bit."
Scott stared at him. "Stop making shit up and tell me the truth, why the hell…?"
"I already told you dumb ass. She's basically in love with you and you just didn't get it." He walked past Scott toward the door. "Night." He added as he went into the rec-room.
Scott watched him go and stood very still, not quite sure what to do.
Rogue walked into her room and sat down on her bed, pulling her knees up to her chest and holding them there. "How stupid could I be?" She said, banging her head against the headboard. "Wha' an idio'…"
"Now Cherie, you shouldn' hi' your head like da', you're gonna hur' yourself."
She looked over at her window and frowned, she was seeing him again. "Stupid…" She banged her head again.
"Are you alright mon cher?"
She looked over at him and blinked. Much to her surprise he was still there. "Gambi'?" She asked, sitting up a little bit.
"Oh mon, chère dame, how hard did you hi' your head ma petite fille?" He asked from where he was balanced on the railing of her balcony. "You're actin' like you don' know me."
She frowned, "Now's no' a good time." She leaned against the headboard. "Aren' you suppose' tah be in the Bayou anyway?"
He grinned, "Mon chère, Gambit goes where he wan's when he wan's." He stood and stepped off the railing, walking into the room without much concern. He sat in the armchair across from her bed. "Now wha's de matter mon petite? Dites-moi, tell Gambit." He said, leaning back and making himself comfortable.
"Wha' happened is none of your business, now ge' ou' of my room." She pointed to the door, "I'll call Logan."
Gambit frowned slightly, "Mon petite, you're upse', tell me wha's wrong?" He said tilting his head to the side slightly, his red on black eyes focused on her face for the first time she could remember.
She frowned. "Nothin's wrong, ge' ou' a my room!" She said, pointing to the door again, her voice less convincing this time.
"Bien ma dame, I's your room after all, you wan' Gambit to go, Gambit will go." He stood and walked toward the door.
She watched him walk to the door and sighed, "We go' a new guy the other day." She leaned forward and put her arms around her legs.
"Vraiment? Really?" He asked, turning and walking to the bed, sitting on the very edge of it.
"Yeah, he's from an asylum in Kentucky." She grinned, "You two shoul' ge' along fine."
He grinned, "Of course mon ami, bu' why dtd dey bring someone from an asylum here, wi' all de enfants, children?" He looked slightly concerned.
"Everybody's gone a' the momen'. Jean an' Beas' took the younger studen's on some trip tah Canada or somethin' and everybody else has a job tah do somewhere." She leaned against the headboard. "Besides, we take everybody in, remember? Even the vegran's, criminals, and loonies."
Gambit grinned, "Vrai, true. Even one's like me." He grinned, "Bu' da' does no' answer my question mon ami, wha' happened?"
She looked at him, "He was an ass." She shrugged, "No' much tah tell really, besides he's a raving lunatic."
Gambit nodded, "So like you said mon ami, we should ge' along jus' fine?" He smirked at her as he said it.
She grinned, "Go tah your own room will you?" She asked, looking at the window. "Ah'm gonna have tah star' lockin' my winda again aren' Ah?"
He grinned and stood up, "Ah, mon amour, you wouldn' lock Gambit ou'." He walked to the door and opened it, "Besides, I can open i' if you did anyway." He ducked out the door before she could say anything else.
She watched him go and frowned as she leaned back against the headboard. "Ah ha' this place."
Gambit walked down the hall toward his room shuffling his cards and paused when he saw someone crouched by a wall. "Mon ami, wha' are you doin' over der?" He asked, slipping the cards into his pocket.
"Mouse." Was the reply.
Gambit walked up quietly and looked over the boy's shoulder at a small mouse which was twitching it's nose at them. "If i's no' scared den i's go' something'." He said, watching as it came very close to the boy's outstretched hand before wriggling back again.
"It doesn't have anything." He said, looking up. He lifted his right hand and held it toward Gambit. "Name's Dodger, nice to meet ya."
Gambit shook his hand, "Gambit's de name." He watched as the mouse came up to the boy's hand again and sniffed at a finger. "Wha's i' doin'?" He asked.
"I just had an apple, he can smell it." He said, grinning slightly, "Doesn't know whether to try and eat my finger or be afraid of it."
Gambit watched and then turned as something made a noise behind them. It was the grandfather clock just down the hall. When he looked back Dodger was standing with the mouse in his left hand, looking at the clock as well. "Nice timing." He said with a frown, stroking the shivering mouse with a finger calmingly. "I was trying to keep it from going that way." Hew added as he felt Gambit looking at him, motioning down the oppoite way he was looking. Gambit looked and saw a small mouse trap at the end of the hallway hidden under a table. "Those things never kill em right away, it's painful." He spoke as if he understood the way the mouse would have felt.
Gambit nodded, "Ah guess no'." He looked at Dodger as he turned his face down toward the mouse. "Well, nice tah have me' you." Gambit said before he started down the hallway again, taking the cards out of his pocket again and shuffling them.
"You too." Dodger said, watching him until he was out of earshot. Dodger's left hand twitched as he twisted the mouse's head around and heard the neck snap. He grinned at the small squeak of surprise it let out and then turned to follow in Gambit's wake, running a thumb over the mouse's limp form. "Very nice."