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The room Gambit led her to was the strangest med lab Rogue had ever seen; it was nothing like Dr. McCoy's clinically clean medical bay back at the mansion. The room itself, apart from having no windows, was rather ordinary; almost like a basement but it was crammed with a wide array of bizarre machines with what looked like an operating table in the middle. It was quite eerie standing in a dark room full of powered-down machines that stood silently, almost completely hidden in shadow.

"So deux stitches in y' back den, oui?" Gambit walked to the table in the middle, oblivious to Rogue's apprehensions about the room. He clicked on an overhead light that chased away most of the shadows and looked at Rogue hovering in the doorway.

"Err, yeah. Ah guess." He continued to stare at her as she fidgeted nervously, carefully avoiding his gaze.

"If y'd just like t' jump up on de... bed pour moi, sil vous plaîts." He cocked an eyebrow suggestively, a hint of a smile tugging his lips. Surely it was illegal the way he made everything sound so dirty, each sentence dripping with innuendos.

(/french: 'pour moi, sil vous plaits.' = 'for me, please.')

He turned around and walked to a cabinet at the back of the room before she could respond. Rogue rolled her eyes and walked into the room hoping up onto the medical bed as instructed. Remy returned with a smallish box, it was plain grey with a strange symbol on the front which Rogue didn't recognise; it almost looked tribal... sort of sci-fi tribal.

"Have t' get dat sweater off y' 'gain." This time he didn't give her the chance to take it off herself, probably because she had struggled with it last time. He put the box on the bed next to her and moved to stand in front of her. He gently lifted the hem of the sweater up slowly, carefully manoeuvring it over her body. He was standing so close that her knees were knocking against his hips making her blush profusely, she opened her legs to brake the contact but that just left them in an even more compromising position.

He looked up at her sudden movement and their eyes locked. He stood frozen with the sweater only half way up her body; she could feel the warmth of his hands soaking into her sides. He was clearly shocked by her boldness, his lips parted and his eyes burnt her sole with the intensity of his gaze; neither of them said a word, they just stared at each other for a long time. Her face must have given away the fact that the move had not been intentional, at least not the result anyway, because his stare softened slightly and he step back a fraction.

"Actually, gonna have t' take off dat vest to." He said as he resumed his task of removing her sweater. Obviously it didn't take him long to recover and become his cocky self again. Rogue however was still working her way back through the daze his eyes had left her in.

"Why? Ya managed just fine before." She said dreamily. Remy smirked; which didn't help her state of mind speed up any faster.

"Oui, but dat was a quick patch up. Dis requires more delicacy besides Remy wants t' heal all dose cuts y' got properly. Dis" he tapped the top of the box he had gotten from the cabinet, "is SHIELD medical equipment, heals minor injuries wit'out leaving no marks. Be a shame t' leave scars all over dat belle back o' yo'rs; even little ones."

"How do Ah know you don't just wanna see me in mah bra?"

He laughed at that; it was a glorious and rich sound and Rogue instantly feel in love with it. She couldn't believe she had never actually heard him laugh before. She decided that he should definitely do it more often.

"Rogue, Remy does want t' see y' in yo'r bra but he's not lying 'bout de equipment. If it makes y' feel better Remy'll look away while y' take off y' vest and lie down so he don't see not'ing." His eyes glittered but somehow it didn't quite look mischievous, she eyed him warily.

"Here look." He took her hand in his and held the device over her arm. It cast a blue light onto her skin like a torch. Strangely it reminded her of Doctor Who's sonic screwdriver. She'd only seen one episode but the resemblance was uncanny. When the bizarre blue light fell on the cuts and scratches they slow began to disappear until nothing was left except a soft pink line.

"Dat will disappear aussi, after a few hours." Rogue stared wide-eyed at the device. It was beyond anything she had ever come across. She had only seen healing like that done by Logan or herself using Logan's powers.

"Where in the hell did ya get that?"

"Told y'. It's SHIELD tech." He stated as if it was obvious.

"Ah'm pretty sure SHIELD don't sell they're 'tech'."

"Remy didn't say we bought it." He grinned smugly, looking very proud of himself.

"Ya stole it? From SHIELD, are ya crazy? How'd ya even know what it did?" She couldn't believe it. Sure he had said he was a thief but nobody steals from SHIELD. Well nobody steals from them and gets away with it.

"Had a nice little instruction book inside de box. Now enough questions, merci?"

"Fahne." She looked down at the box still next to her on the bed. Remy had left the lid off when he'd taken the device out; on the inside there was a sticker that read: 'Shi'ar Department'. Rogue frown, 'Shi'ar' she'd never heard of that, maybe it was code or something. She looked up to Remy watching her again.

"What?" It was unnerving the way he looked at her but part of her secretly enjoyed it.

"Y' need help taking dat off aussi?" Now that look was definitely mischievous and full of Cajun charm.

"Ah think Ah can manage thanks." She said a little too quickly, her mind was running wild with images of him taking it off for her and much more. She silently scolded herself and snapped her attention back to the present. "Well, are ya gonna turn round then?"

Remy dipped his head in a mock bow and turned to face the wall behind him. Rogue then quickly and carefully removed her vest causing only a slight twinge of pain in her back before holding it over her chest to cover her bra and lay down on the bed.

"Ready." Remy turned back and his eyes drifted over her body slowly. He stepped closer and began his work healing her small wounds.

"So how did y' get yo'rself in such a state in de first place?" Rogues mind drifted back to her training session with Logan earlier that night.

She had extra private sessions with Logan every other day. He said she needed it to keep up with the others; Rogue believed he just secretly liked working her harder than the others though. Today they had been working on ambushes. Logan had picked a warehouse setting and Rogue had successfully located him without being detected. She went in to attack but he heard her coming and blocked her first move. She quickly recovered and attacked again and again until final Logan had caught her by the leg in a mid roundhouse kick and launched her clear through a the warehouse window. The simulation ended and Logan began his evaluation of her performance which involved a lot of words like 'disappointing' 'unacceptable' and 'inadequate'.

Rogue frowned at the memory. "Training with Logan."

"Yeah Remy don't envy y' dat." He genuinely looked disturbed at the thought of training with Logan which man Rogue smile. They were quiet for a while; Rogue closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of his hands, protected by surgical gloves, running all over her back. Some might say it was trivial but to Rogue this simple touch felt like heaven.

"So, how long ya been back with Magneto?" she asked to distract herself from the sensation building in her stomach.

"Few months. Stuck wit' de famille fo' a bit but t'ings ... got complicated."

"Oh."

"Y' wearing yo'r uniform when dis happened?"

"Yeah, why?"

"'Cause Remy's guessing dat dese cuts don't just stop at the hem o' yo'r jeans. Y' wear a body suit, non? If it tore t'rough de top half then it tore t'rough de bottom half aussi." She eyed him suspiciously sure that she wouldn't like where this was going.

(/french: aussi = too/ as well)

"Just tryin' t' be a good doctor cheri. Y' can put yo'r vest back on before y' take dem jeans off if it makes y' feel more comfortable. Remy finished dere anyway." Rogue rolled her eyes as his smirk grew. She was going to be here all night at this rate. She acted annoyed but really she loved it.

Didn't put as much work into this as I wanted to but you guys have waited too long already.

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