Chapter 7

Remy had Rogue on his bed, a fantasy he had had often the past week, only it wasn't like he had imagined. He had brought her to the apartment Jean Luc was renting through the duration of the big heist because he knew that his step father was out for the night. Not that Remy would've have cared, his cherie was in pain and he was desperately trying to help her.

The entire ride there she had sat in the passenger's seat with her head buried in her lap whimpering and mumbling things that made no sense. Remy had some sort of idea of what happened but was still very confused. She was a mutant, just like himself, that should've relieved him, but every word she said filled him with jealousy and fear.

"Scott, Scott, help please, we gotta get that bitch, she's ruined everything! Shut up Jean, just shut up!" she would whimper in-between her rambling.

Now she just lay upon his bed, flat on her back with her hands covering her face, crying silent tears. Remy, who was sitting beside her, gently stoked her gloved hands. It worried him that she was trembling all over but he was afraid to wrap her in his arms, not because of her powers but because he feared she'd flinch away from him again.

"Common cherie," Remy said soothingly, "everythin' is o.k. Remy is here for his cheire." He tried to move her hands from her face but she only pushed them tighter against her. "Rogue eveythin' be fine, jus let me help you. Please cherie, Remy only wants to help."

For several minutes he continued to say comforting words until finally she allowed him to pull her hands from her face. Though Rogue's makeup was stained she was still beautiful but what scared him was the color her own eyes had become. They were no longer the sparkling dark green ones he had become so infatuated with but the light dull ones of Jean Grey. It only lasted for a moment before Rogue closed her eyes again tightly till she they opened revealing her own sparkling emeralds looking up at him once again.

"Oh gaw'd," she breathed painfully.

"You come back to me cherie?" Remy asked while resting one hand on the top of her head.

She nodded slightly her own hand resting over the one Remy had on her head, "Ah'm back, just feels like mah head been hit with a train, an ah got a nasty Jean Grey still sayin bullshit in meh head. Don't know which is worse."

Remy smiled faintly, "Wait a moment cherie," he said, "Remy gonna go get you some medicine an a hot towel, you stayin de night."

"But," she protested before she shivered from a bolt of pain coursing through her head. "Alright," she finally said leaning back, it wasn't the appropriate time to think about it but Remy couldn't help but notice how her hair fell beautifully across his pillow.

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Kitty had just thrown on a pair of hello kitty pajamas when she heard her cell phone ring and went into the bathroom. Though her roommate and she were cool a late night phone call wouldn't make her very happy.

"Hello."

"Hello," came the voice on the other end.

"Did you like get home o.k. Lance?" Kitty asked while she bit at one of her nails.

"I got home just fine, stop biting your nails Kit Kat, bad habit."

She reluctantly set her hand on her side, he knew her too well. "So what is it you like wanted to talk about?"

"A lot of things, but first let me just mention how sexy you sound on the phone," Kitty blushed, "but anyway I wanted to ask you where do we stand now?"

Kitty bit her lower lip, of course he just had to ask her first, "I um like was like hoping that like maybe like we could like be like a real like like umm, well that's like if you would like…"

"Stop Kitty," chuckled Lance, he could tell she was nervous due to her over use of the word "like." "I can't like take it anymore," he mocked before he became serious. "Listen Kit, I've liked you ever since I first laid eyes on you and I think we've wasted too much time not saying what we feel," Kitty smiled at that. "What do you say I pick you up next Friday night and we go on a real date? That is if you want to?"

"Like yes!" Kitty cried a little too loudly, she could hear her roommate stir. "Sorry Lance but I like gotta go, my roommate is like going to strangle me, but let me just say I've liked you since…."

BANG BANG!

"Like just a second Lisa, I just wanted to say I've liked you since I can remember and….."

BANG BANG!

"That I think……"

BANG BANG!

"Dammit I'm getting out," Kitty hollered bitterly, "gotta go, I'll call you tomorrow, love you Lance," Kitty said in frustration then nearly dropped dead when she realized what she had let slip out. The banging faded away as she dropped to the floor thinking she had never been so stupid in her entire life.

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"Get out!" hollered Mrs. Grey who was sitting next to her unconscious daughter on the coach. "You are the most irresponsible boy our daughter had ever gone out with! Now get out!"

Scott was already out the door the instant he had laid Jean down. He didn't know why or how it happened, but it did. He had left her alone and she feinted. It was his fault for not stopping her from drinking and now it was his own fault that he was getting yelled at. Scott didn't like getting yelled at, it was his worst fear, and he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it. But what scared him more was the fact he may lose Jean.

Tears began to swell in his eyes as he started up his car. This entire week had not been good and now it was only worse.

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Logan woke up at the crack of dawn already regretting what he had done. Ororo may have been the most beautiful woman he had seen in months and he may have been attracted to her but that was no reason to just sleep with her. It had been amazing, probably the best he had ever had, but the dark thought of how this would affect their work relationship scared him. No longer could they just pass casually through the hallway without remembering this night.

He pulled on a pair of pants and was getting his shirt on when Ororo turned around so her face bathed in the morning sun. He was afraid he had awoken her but she was still in deep sleep with a slight smile on her lips. She was just so beautiful it hurt. Her dark skin was so tender and delicious while her hair was like the halo of an angel. He could stay, maybe have one more round, then bear the morning awkwardness, but he decided to leave.

When Ororo awoke a few minutes later she heard her front door shut and sighed. She knew he wouldn't be there when she woke up but a part of her had hoped to wake up in Logan's arms. She felt hot tears burn her eyes, but she held them back, she was a grown woman and refused to cry like some teenage bimbo. She had had plenty of one night stands and knew the drill, but Logan had been the greatest one night stand of her life. A single tear made its way to her pillow before she curled herself in her blankets and once again fell asleep.

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Rogue didn't want to wake up, the whole night felt like a dream she didn't want to end. It had started out terrible, disastrous in fact, but things had changed so quickly when Remy returned to her with a bottle of medicine, a glass of water, and a hot towel.

She had been lying on the bed listening to the sound of Jean screaming obnoxious things about how fat and ugly Rogue was. But what had hurt the most was how she kept on smiling wickedly and saying that Remy didn't really care about her, that he only saw her as a challenge, nothing more.

When Remy found her she was curled up into a ball sobbing. Great, the non Jean infested part of her thought; he'll only think you're uglier than before. She continued to sob as Remy sat on the bed again and wrapped her in his arms. "Remy," she whispered, "she won't shut up. She's in meh head an she won't shut up."

"Cherie," Remy replied as he pulled back from her and slightly smiled, "it all jus talk, nothin' she says is true." A fresh coat of tears glazed her eyes as he said this, she knew what he said was right, but Jean just would not shut up.

Remy handed her the glass of water and medicine which she accepted gratefully. Then instead of handing her the wet towel to wash her face he brought it up to one of her cheeks and gently began to wash her tears and makeup away. Rogue closed her eyes and loved the feel of his fingers, which he had pressed down slightly harder than necessary just for her, through the towel. It wasn't skin to skin contact but it was the closest thing she had felt to it in a long time.

When Remy stopped she snapped her eyes open and found him starring at her with those demon red eyes if his. She had meant it when she said they were absolutely beautiful.

Rogue swallowed hard, there was a question her own mind was bugging her about, and though she tried to push it away she needed to ask, "Remy why ain't ya afraid of meh being a mutant?"

"You don know cherie?" Remy asked somewhat puzzled, "I'm a mutant to, though you'd know by my eyes."

Rogue smiled weakly, "Havin red eyes ain't exactly the type of mutation that makes you a mutant Remy."

"No but this is," Remy said holding the towel somewhat far away yet close enough for Rogue to see. it begin to illuminate with a pinkish glow. Her eyes widened but she did not flinch. "If I let go," Remy continued letting the pinkish glow fade, "we'd both jus go boom."

Rogue felt the weak smile on her face grow into a genuine loving one. "Wow ya power seems pretty awesome compared to mahne suagah," she said.

Remy just smiled back and pulled her to him like before when they were dancing, once agains she wasn't afraid, she simply enjoyed being in his arms and loved feelings his body heat. He had shut up Jean and every other voice in her head so that all she heard was her own clear thoughts. Lord Rogue, she thought, your falling for the Cajun.

Things had only gotten better when she yawned, at first she feared he would think she was tired and leave her, but something amazing happened. He gently pushed her back to the bed and stood to go get a red blanket that was sitting on a chair. After he had laid it over Rogue's body he removed his own shirt. If she hadn't been so damn tired she would've starred at his bare chest for hours but a quick glimpse was all she needed, it didn't even compare to the feeling she got when he got into the bed and wrapped his strong arms around her.

She had fallen asleep instantly but now that she was awake she wanted to simply just stay in his arms, so she shut her eyes, tightly, until she felt a pair of fingers tickle her side. It was over, she was forced to open her eyes, and it wasn't a bad thing either, for she found the sexy Cajun on one elbow looking down at her smirking as usual.

Rogue couldn't hold back a smile though she tried to sound serious, "Why do ya always have to do that Remy?" she asked.

"Do what cherie?" he said his smirk turning into a smile as his hand began to move along her back.

"Be such a damn sexy Swamp Rat," Rogue stated laying her hand on his chest.

"Could ask d same about you River Rat," Remy replied planting a kiss on the top of her hair. They would defiantly be having breakfast in bed.