When Rogue awoke, a little over 10 hours later, it was to find Gambit sleeping in a chair next to her bed. Rogue hated to see him like that. With him slumped down in his chair, his unruly chestnut hair falling over his eyes. There was a certain boyish charm to his long locks, as they curled gently at his neck. He looked so innocent, as his features softened in sleep. So trustworthy, so utterly incapable of breaking her heart. That was a dangerous path to wander, even in her mind. To trust him again, after all these years, would only lead to heartbreak.

As Rogue attempted to readjust herself to a more comfortable position, hot, searing pain coursed down her side and she couldn't keep from moaning at the pain.

Remy shifted in his chair, his neck ached from sleeping in such an awkward position. He stretched trying to ease the stiffness in his limbs, when he noticed a pair of bright green eyes staring at him.

She looked pale and in pain. He wanted to put his arms around her and sooth her, but he knew she wouldn't welcome his touch. She would probably resent him for it.

"How ya feelin' chere?" he asked trying not to sound to flirtatious.

She stared at him, skepticism etched clearly in her eyes. Her eyebrows drew together in concentration. She looked at him with such wariness, it caused him to pause. She didn't answer and an uncomfortable silence filled the room. Remy couldn't remember having felt so nervous, and he didn't like it one bit. He was confident, he could win Rogue back, it just might take longer than he originally thought.

"Do you need anythin'? Water?"

"Ah'm fine Gambit. What are you doing here?" she finally responded.

"Jus' waitin' for you to wake up,"

"Just waitin' for me ta wake up? So ya could ask me if Ah needed anything? How long have ya been sittin' here?"

"Not long," he answered evasively. For some reason, he didn't want her to know he had been sitting there, waiting for her since she had gone into surgery. He was just trying to be nice. He had been concerned about her. Remy suddenly felt very angry, and was about to tell her so when the door opened and Kitty Pryde walked in carrying a big bouquet of flowers.

"Hey Anna how're you feeling. Look what just came for you. Aren't they beautiful? Do you think David sent them to you?" Kitty fired off, a mile a minute.

"Hi Kitty. Ah'm feelin' fine Ah guess. Jus' tire. Could ya check the card on those flowers for meh?" Rogue replied with a smile she had never had with Remy, much to his chagrin.

"It says it's from a secret admirer. Who do you think that could be?"

"Well Ah don't know sugah, but Ah'm gettin' tired, if ya'll don't mind lettin' meh get some rest,"

-

Over the next few days Gambit came to Rogue's room a few times a day. He'd bring her a snack, play cards, or just sit and watch some t.v. He was her constant companion, and Rogue had to admit, she enjoyed his company. She had missed him over the years. She had forgotten that he had been a good friend.

Even though she enjoyed his company, she tried not to enjoy it too much. She was afraid if she did, she wouldn't be able to hide her feelings from him. And if he found any of that out she didn't know what he would do. That was the problem with Gambit, she never knew what to expect from him. Lies fell so easily from his mouth, and always convincingly, you never knew where you stood with him.

Just then Henry McCoy walked in, interrupting her thoughts. He carried a large bouquet of roses and an elegantly wrapped package, which Rogue assumed was for her. She had gotten flowers from her secret admirer every day since the surgery. Rogue had assumed it was Gambit trying to seduce her, but a sniff from Logan had told her, none of the flowers were from him.

"More gifts from your silent suitor have arrived," Hank said merrily handing her the package and putting the flowers in a vase. Rogue ran her finger along the smooth red wrapping of the package. A gold bow wrapped delicately around the rectangular gift. She felt uneasy about the flowers andnow the gift.

"Ah'm gonna need an army ta help meh carry all these flowers up ta my room," Rogue replied with a shaky grin. She was hesitant to open the package for some reason.

"Yes well I'm sure we can gather the troops to help," he turned from arranging the roses and smiled. "Are you going to open your gift?"

Rogue just smiled and began pulling off the ribbon and paper. As she opened the velvet box, she couldn't hold in a gasp of surprise and her hand flew to her mouth.

"Oh my," Hank remarked, as he glanced into the box. Lying in the box was a stunning diamond necklace. There was also a note. It said: To remind you of me, until we meet again my love.

"Who sends these kinds of things without saying who they are?" Rogue wondered aloud.

"This is most peculiar, perhaps he is someone you dated and he would like to rekindle the romance,"

"Maybe. Well no sense in worryin' about it. Ah just want ta get back ta my every day things,"

"Then let's check how you're doing and if all is well you can go back to your every day things,"

-

Remy sat in Rogue's room waiting for her. He looked around her room and scowled. The flowers had been brought up and placed all over her room. Just who was this guy? Buying her flowers and jewelry and never saying who he was. And there was another package, sitting on Rogue's dresser. It had been there when Remy walked in, and he was dying to see what was in it. Who was this guy? The secret admirer thing gave him a bad feeling.

Just then Rogue walked in, interrupting his thoughts. she was wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt and sandals. She looked, and Remy was struck by her beauty.

"How ya doin' chere?"

"Hey Gambit. What are ya doing here?"

"I was jus' waitin' for you. You got another gift from the mystery guy,"

Rogue rolled her eyes and walked towards her dresser where the package sat.

"Ah don't know why but this guy gives meh the creeps," Rogue said as she opened the box. "Oh my god,"

"What is it, Rogue?" Remy jumped to her side and peered into the box. Inside was pictures of Rogue. Many of them from the night Remy came back, and there was one picture of a naked man. Remy grabbed the letter and read it aloud.

" 'I'm so glad you're finally willing to embrace our love. That David wasn't good enough for you. No one can love you like I can. Here is a picture to remind you of me until we can be together again.' Who is dis psycho, Anna?"

"Ah have no idea. He doesn't even look vaguely familiar. Ah knew there was something weird about this guy," Rogue walked to the trash and threw the box and pictures in. "What a nut," she shrugged and walked to her closer.

"Don' you want to try an' figure out who dis guy is?"

"Nah. Ah'm not worried about it. What can he do ta meh anyways?"

"I know chere, but de guy is obviously stalkin' you. It wouldn't hurt to try an' figure out who he is,"

"Ah don't want to worry about it, okay? What can he do to meh? Ah've got to go for a fitting for mah dress for the wedding, and then Ah'm gonna get some lunch, you wanna come?"

"I'd love to, Anna,"