Disclaimer: I don't own X-men

This is for thesupernugget. I swore not to move my butt outta this seat until I had at least 2 and a half pages. (Short attention span, maybe I do have ADD? Whatever.)

This story is in… ack.. 2nd person? With a narrorator's point of view, not Rogue or Gambit's. Sorry if I got that # part wrong.

A Cajun's Day Out & A Rogue's Day In

It hadn't been for more than 10 minutes after Rogue fell asleep that Storm cracked the door open causing Gambit to jump from his spot on Kitty's bed to a far corner. The sudden movement caught Storm's eye and she scanned the room. Gambit pressed himself against the wall slowing his breath the way he had been trained so that he would not be heard. Satisfied that nothing was there, Storm closed the door and the soft padding of her footsteps was gone.

Gambit relaxed sliding down the wall and to his knees. A bolt of lightning flashed outside the window and was followed by a boom of thunder so loud that it shook the room and caused Gambit to jump like a startled kitten. Rogue shot up in bed… too fast, she fell back on the pillow groaning frustrated by the wave of nausea that hit her.

"Bonjour, cherie." A cajun drawl said from the darkness.

The unexpected greetings startled Rogue, but before she had the chance to scream for help Gambit was over at her bedside like a shot to cover her mouth. "Shhhh, Cherie. Remy don't mean you any harm, he just came to see you."

Rogue narrowed her eyes and he smirked back at her imagining what she was thinking, "I swear Cherie, Remy won't do anything to you," Her glare hardened and he flashed her a devilish grin. "Unless you want me to…"

"Whatever!" She rasped her throat hurting from just saying one word. "Just don't get me in any trouble! If Logan-"

"He aint so tough. I can handle him." Gambit interrupted.

"Of course you can! YOU don't live here! So YOU can't be punished and sentenced to 2 weeks worth of waxing the X-jet or morning danger room sessions with Logan, or worse, Scott and Jean!" She snapped sitting up in bed.

It really was amusing how she tried so hard to sound intimidating when her voice was rising from a whisper to a squeak and back. She sounded more like a chipmunk. Not that he would mention that to her. She may not be very good at threatening him in that state, but she still had a good right hook, even if she was slightly sedated from the cold medicine/ fever reducer.

"What are you really doing here? –And no bull shit about missing me." She said spitting that last comment out bitterly.

Gambit looked dumb-struck by that last statement. He looked slightly hurt and lost, like he didn't know what to tell her. "What do you need?" Rogue asked defeated by that helpless look in his eyes.

Why did she have to look so hurt and defenseless? It was his entire fault; he really had meant to help her when he took her to Louisiana. Some what. If he could make it right, he would, even if that meant sticking around long enough that Wolverine found him and cut him to ribbons. He had to do something for her. She looked so hurt; she rested her head on the backboard and squeezed her eyes shut to hold back bitter tears.

"I need you to feel better," He said reaching out a gloved hand and tipping her head so she could look him in the eye.

The statement shocked her. And then that...His touch was so soft and gentle… She almost let herself believe him. "Then leave." She said smacking his hand away and looking past him and examining the wallpaper instead.

"Chere-" He began but was cut off.

"You want me to feel better?!" She said now looking at him, her green eye now turned to emerald fire, "Then leave so Ah can get to sleep!"

"Dat's not what I meant and you know it." His own temper rising causing his hellish eyes to burn.

The firey intense look in Gambit's eyes shocked Rogue. She was scared. Not because of something he was capable of doing to her, she knew… some how, that he would never do anything to purposely hurt her. No. The reason she was so scared was because she didn't have a singe thing to say back. Nothing to defend herself against the emotions Gambit was facing her with.

She reached over to her nightstand for a kleenex and blew her nose.

Gambit rose from her room-mate's bed and rolled the chair from the desk over to Rogue's bed side, turned it so that the back was facing Rogue, and sat down. He leaned forward on the back of the chair and looked at her waiting for her reaction.

She shot him a look and reached over to her nightstand again, this time picking up a bottle of Nyquil and a spoon. Normally she hated taking medicine without a glass of water near-by to wash out the disgusting taste, but Gambit was driving her crazy and she wanted to fall asleep as soon as possible. She quickly regretted it though; the flavor was disgusting and sent her running to the bathroom.

She wretched, throwing up her recently swallowed Nyquil and not-yet-digested breakfast. A concerned Storm who had been on her way to the danger room to help out with the wild-card lasers rushed down her stair-way from the attic to Rogue's side in the bathroom and held her hair out of the way until she finished.

Gambit could hear the soft voice of Storm from the bedroom, "Are you all right, Rogue?"

Rogue stole a glance at her bedroom for signs of Storm going in there. The door was the same way she left it though, slightly cracked, closed enough to keep people from seeing Gambit. "Ah'm fine. My medicine just wore off and Ah took another dose trying to get back to sleep." (That wasn't entirely a lie. She did purposely take a 2nd dose hoping the medicine would knock her out and Gambit would leave.)

"Why don't you take a shower and I will change your bed sheets for you?" Storm offered.

Gambit could picture Rogue's panicked face as she tried to mask it, "N-No! No!" She must have gasped from horror or something because she started a fit of coughing. "Ah'm really tired; Ah think Ah'll just wash my face and get back to bed."

"All right. Call for me if you can or, come and get me if you need anything. I'll be in the danger room."

Gambit's teeth flashed in the dark room when he grinned at her as she came in. "See chere? I knew you liked me here, otherwise you would have let that weather witch in here."

Rogue glared daggers at him as climbed back into bed, "No! Lahke Ah said, Ah don't wanna get in trouble. What's the point though? Something will go wrong eventually." she said defeated.

Gambit watched her skeptically and she shivered from the chill of her fever. "Where are some spare blankets?" He asked rising from his seat.

She looked at him almost doubting his intentions. "The top shelf of that wardrobe, but don't bother, Ah've been fahgting with that door all morning. It's-" there was a BANG from the handle of the door being blown off and Rogue thanked fate for everyone conveniently being in one of the few rooms in the mansion that was sound proof. "-stuck."

Gambit grinned, proud of what he did, and carefully spread the blanket out over her. Rogue was caught off guard though and could only gratefully tug the blanket up over her chin and mutter, "Thanks."

"Anything anytime, Cherie."