Hey everyone, sorry it has taken me over a year to update but I got married, started a new job and haven't had time for much of anything, but here it is hope you enjoy.

Remy awoke the next morning with, what felt like, a jackhammer going off in his head. His mouth was dry, his eyes were crusty and heavy, and he wasn't sure where he was at. What had happened last night? What time is it? He tried to open his eyes only to quickly snap them shut against the bright sun shining through a window. His muscles felt slow and heavy and when he tried to roll over, away from the light, his world began to spin and his stomach lurched. How much did he drink?

"How ya feeling?" a soft feminine voice asked. Remy's inebriated brain tried to place the voice, but couldn't think past his heart praying it was her. Hoping she had taken pity on him, helped him home, and was on the way to forgiving him. It's not her, his brain insisted. I don't care, just shut up and let me pretend. But as he cracked open his eyes and saw bright red hair falling over a blurry face and he had to admit it wasn't her.

"Is drat you Jeannie?" he managed to croak out.

"Yes it's me how are you feeling?" she whispers soothingly. He feels something cold and wet against his forehead and decides to try and open his eyes again. It looked like he was in his room, though he wasn't sure how he had gotten there. The last thing he remembered was following Rogue and her date to a restaurant. He had watched them, and she had touched him, hadn't she? He wasn't sure if she had really touched her date or if that had just been a drunken illusion.

"How did I get here? What happened? I can' remember,"

"You called here. About ten times, rambling about how you were stranded. So we found you and brought you here. That was pretty early this morning,"

"This morning'? What time is it?"

"It's about three o'clock. I take it you didn't give Rogue any space,"

"I really don' remember what I did, but I have a feeling' drat it wasn't good," his cloudy mind tried to sort through the events of the previous night. He remembered trying to talk to Anna, embarrassing her somehow, in front of her date, but the details were a blur. "I think I'm groin' to hop in the shower, try and figure out what happened last night,"

"O-quay. I'll talk to you later, just," Jean paused and sighed, "don't hurt her any more Remy, just let her be,"

-

Rogue sat in her room talking to David on the phone, trying to repair the damage Gambit had caused to their relationship. Just thinking about the previous night made her head ache. Not only was she surprised Gambit had returned she couldn't believe he had followed her on her date. She also couldn't believe her reaction to seeing him again. Even though she had prayed he wouldn't come, she had been trying to prepare herself if he did. She thought she was over him, but when she had seen him in the kitchen, her first response had been excitement. Her pulse had quickened her palms had gotten clammy, and her traitorous heart had warmed with a love she had believed long dead. Luckily anger and hurt had quickly stepped in before she had a chance to make a fool out of herself.

Just a couple of days ago she had believed herself well over him, but after seeing him again she knew she loved him as much as she did when he left. She wondered if she would ever stop loving him, she also wondered if he had meant it when he had said he still loved her. She tried not to hope, but her heart wouldn't listen to reason.

"Ah'm sorry Ah didn't tell ya, David, but ya have ta understand ah can't just announce ta every person Ah meet what Ah am,"

"I understand why you didn't tell me at first, but it's been two months Anna. And we've spent a lot of time together, and in all that time you couldn't tell what kind of person I am? Did you really think I'd react badly to finding out you were a mutant? I'm sorry Anna but you obviously weren't ready to tell me and I think that says a lot about our relationship. I have to go. I hope everything goes well with the surgery,"

He hung up and Rogue massaged her temples, telling herself she should feel more disappointed then she was. David was a great guy, so why didn't she feel worse about their relationship ending. It was true there had always been a certain amount of passion missing from their relationship. She sighed. Now what? A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Rogue?" Remy's familiar voice called from the other side of her door. "Can I come in, chair?"

Rogue ignored him, hoping he would leave.

"Please let me in. I just want at talk. I know you're in there. Anna? Please,"

Remy held his breath, listening for some sound of movement inside. He was starting to think she was going to make him wait out here all day, when the door opened and she was standing there, looking both exasperated and gorgeous. She had let her hair grow long again. He loved it long, her shining locks curled all the way down to her waist. She was wearing a white tank top, blue denim shorts and white sandals. Her hands were on her hips and her eyes glittered angrily. A wave of lust came over Remy so strong he almost moaned aloud. He hadn't felt lust like this in a long time.

"Well?" she demanded impatiently, "What do ya want?"

"I..uh. I don' really remember what happened last night chair, but if I ruined your night I'm sorry," he smiled his most charming smile, all the while trying to keep from reaching out to touch her. His hands itched with the need, but he still wasn't sure if he had dreamed it when the guy had touched her.

"If you ruined mash night? If? Ya didn't just ruin mash night you ruined mash relationship with a great guy. And ya don't even remember it?" she moved away from the door and sat down on the edge of her bed. "Ah really don't wanna go over all the details Gambit, lets just say that ya were drunk, an ya told mah date ah was a mutant, something Ah hadn't told him yet, and then threw up all ovah me,"

"Look, Anna, can we jus' forget about last night an' try ta get along?"

"Ah guess Ah could try, but Ah aint makin' no promises swamp rat," she said jabbing him in the chest with her finger. "And Ah'm agreeing to this on two conditions, first no more trying to cop a feel, and second Ah don't evah want to hear ya say Ah love you ta me again, o-kay?"

"If dat's what you want chere. i jus' need to ask you one more t'ing," he paused awkwardly, not wanting to make her angry with him again, but desperately needing to know if what he had seen last night had been real. "Last night I thought I saw you touchin' you're date, did you really or did I imagine it?"

"No ya didn't imagine it, Ah was touching him,"

Remy felt his hands itch even more. He wanted to touch her so bad he had to clench his hands to keep them at his sides. All these years he had tried to pretend other women were her, believing she had been untouchable. And all that time she had been here. Not only touchable but probably touched by other men. Regret like he had never felt coursed through him.

"Is dat what...I mean when I left..."

"Yes Remy, that's what Ah was hiding from you"

'But why didn' you jus' tell me?"

"At first Ah wanted ta surprise ya, but when you got so angry with me, Ah wanted you to trust meh, Remy. Let's not dwell on that o-kay? It was three years ago, Ah'm over it. Look remy the surgery's in a couple of hours an' Ah've got ta get ready,"

Remy tried not to let the shock of her words show on his face. She was so calm. Not the Rogue he remembered, she would have yelled and screamed at him. She wouldn't have forgiven him so easily. Mon Dieu, what else has changed, he wondered.

"Wait, why do you need to get ready for the surgery?" he asked as the remainder of her statement sunk in.

"Cus Ah'm the donor,"

"Anythin' else I should know?"

"Nuthin' ya need at know cajun. Ah've got at go,"

She sauntered out and Remy marveled again at how different she was. It wasn't just they way she looked, it was everything. She was so confident, so calm. Was she really over him? He hoped not. A devilish smile spread across Remy's face as he sat down on her bed. He would try and get along with her, and eventually he would seduce her and she would be his again.

-

An hour later Rogue went into the infirmary to prepare for the operation. Her feelings were a boiling tempest that raged in the pit of her stomach. Seeing Gambit again was turning her world upside down. It was easy to hate him when he wasn't here, easy to hold onto her anger and let it ease her pain. But with him here, it was so easy to love him, and to forget how hurt and angry she was. She would have to be careful this time around. He had hurt her so badly when he left, she didn't think she could live through that again.