Okay so figured it was about time I wrote a decent length chapter so I spent most of the day working on this (it's now nearly 2am so plz excuse any mistakes as I'm about to pass out on my keyboard) Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed the previous chapters. I love you guys, your the reason I keep writing =D

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As it turned out she wasn't in the med lab for very long at all. As soon as she had taken her jeans off Remy suddenly became quietly efficient. He finished healing her legs in half the time it took to heal her back which was impressive considering that the cut on her leg was by far the worst. Still here they were walking back along the corridors that led to the bedrooms.

"So what time's breakfast?" She asked, noting how easy it was to be casual with someone she had, for a long time, considered an enemy. Although, truthfully her heart had never accepted Remy as an enemy, even when he'd tried to blow her up at the docks.

"Whatever time y' decide t' get up, chère." He laughed to himself. "Don't touch anyt'ing made by John dough, trust m' it won't b' edible."

"John?" She asked, curious as to which Acolyte Gambit was referring to. It suddenly seemed strange that she only knew her new team mates by their code names; except for Remy of course.

"Pyro, his real name's John Alderdyce and Colossus is Piotr Rasputin, dough we just call him Pete. I'm surprised de X-Men don't know dere names." He said keeping a steady pace as they walk through the corridors.

"The instructors probably do, guess they figured we didn't need to know." She gazed at her feet as she walked. Thoughts of the X-Men were slowing bringing her headache back; she pushed the memories from her mind and focused on the man walking beside her. That's when she noticed he was looking at her with a cheeky smirk. Not a full smile just a slight upturning of his lips and a glint in his eye that said 'I know something you don't'.

"Y' should always know everyt'ing y' can 'bout y' enemy. Never know what might come in useful, don't y' agree Anna?" She froze; nobody had called her that for years. She hadn't even thought of herself as Anna for years. She didn't think even Charles Xavier knew her real name.

"How tha hell do ya know that name!" he stopped a few steps ahead and turned to face her, his usual cocky smirk spread across his lips.

"I've got m' sources." She walked closer to him so she could poke his chest with an accusing finger. Somewhere the back of mind registered how his muscular chest felt under her touch but she forced herself to concentrate.

"Nobody know's mah name. No-one." She narrowed her eyes at him in the way that made most people crumble and tell her what she wanted to know. Of course that didn't work on him; he just kept that idiotic grin plastered across his face. "Ah swear t' gawd if you tell anyone..."

"Why would I do a t'ing like dat? I kinda like being de only person who knows it." He cocked his head to the side as he looked down at her, clearly amused at her reaction. "It's almost like a secret between lovers, non?"

"You are outta ya mind. It's nothing like that, not even close." She gaped at his cheek knowing full well that he deliberately did it to get a reaction out of her but she was unable to stop herself.

"Y' won't mind me tellin' everyone den."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Wouldn't I? Oui, y'd be angry but y' tres belle when y' get mad. Besides, it's a beautiful name: Anna Marie," his french accent thickened as her name rolled of his tongue seductively causing a shiver to run the length of her spine. "Why wouldn't y' want everyone t' know it."

"because... because that's not who Ah am anymore. Anna Marie was weak; people walked all over her." Her gaze drifted away from Remy to memories of a drunken father she had long since forgotten.

"And the Rogue doesn't?" he asked bring her attention back to the present.

"No, the Rogue can take care of herself." He looked at her seriously for a moment.

"Rogue, it's not a sign of weakness t' ask for help sometimes. Or to let people in dose barriers y' got built up between the world and yo'rself." He looked genuinely concerned for her and she panicked. There was a reason she put up barriers; if people got too close to her they got hurt. Yes, she secretly loved the attention Remy gave her but it had always just been flirtatious banter nothing more. He was not meant to genuinely care for her and so she did the only thing she knew how to do.

"That's rich coming from you. Ah've been inside ya head, Ah know you got just as many barriers and secrets as Ah have. You just chose to hide it by acting like a player and throwing ya'self at beautiful woman." She folded her arms across her chest and cocked her hip to the side as she glared at him. He was visible taken back by her sudden aggression.

"Vrai, but de difference is I enjoy every minute of it." She scoffed at him.

"You can lie to ya'self Remy but you can't lie to me. Ah know deep down ya feel just as empty and lonely as Ah do. Difference is, Ah've got a good reason for it." A muscle in his jaw twitched, he was clearly not amused anymore. - Good - she thought while feelings of regret and lose threatened to overwhelm her.

"Is dat so, little Anna." If he was pissed at her, he kept it from his voice well; only a slight tightening of his eyes betrayed him. "As always it's been a pleasure, bonne nuit ma chérie." With that he turned and walked away leaving her alone in the silent corridor. She watched him go, holding her breath as he turned the corner and listened to his door slam shut as he disappeared into his room.

She quietly walked back to her new bedroom. It was for the best really; it was better to push him away now before he got too close to her, than to seriously hurt him later because she had been selfish and thought they could have some form of a relationship that would, without a doubt, end up with him in a coma or worse. She knew she had been right to push him away but she couldn't seem to shake the feelings of sadness and regret that were wrecking havoc on her body.

She threw herself onto her bed and grabbed the pillow pulling it to her face so she could scream her frustrations into it. After a few minutes she felt exhausted, she didn't know what time it was or how long it had been since she had left the mansion. It was either very late or very early. She got up off the bed and went to her bathroom to rinse her mouth out before she went to bed. She would have to go shopping and purchase a tooth brush and paste. Also new cloths, she had left everything behind when she had left the X-Men.

- Oh gawd ah don't have anything ta sleep in. – She went back into the bedroom and checked the drawers for any forgot items of clothing that may have been left behind. Nothing, all empty. - Great, well Ah am not sleep naked with all those guys wandering around. - She doubled checked for a lock on the door, which turned out to be too much to ask for. Not that it would have helped much considering there was a resident thief. – Yep, definitely not sleeping nude. – She couldn't sleep in her cloths as she was going to need them to wear tomorrow. She sighed to herself. That left only one option; asking someone for something to borrow. She didn't feel comfortable asking Pyro or Colossus for anything and she definitely wasn't asking Magneto, in fact she shuddered at the thought. So that left only one person: Remy.

A few minutes later she found herself still standing outside his room (Pyro had pointed it out earlier on the way to showing her own room.) She chewed on her lip nervously. He had been pretty upset earlier, though to be fair she had used the things she knew would get to him the most. Now she didn't know what to say to him, it would be perfectly fair if he just left her to deal with her clothing issue alone. But by admitting she had nothing to sleep in might prompt him to deliberately leave her stranded so he could sneak a peek later. That sounded like something he would do, didn't it? She wouldn't be surprised if he did but her gut kept telling her he wouldn't.

While she was busy deliberating this, the door suddenly swung open and a rather devilish Cajun stood before her.

"Is dere somet'ing I can help y' wit'?" His hair was messy, in a way that made him even sexier and he was wearing a loose fitting t-shirt that looked at least one size to big for him and gray sweat pants. Unfortunately, he also still looked pissed.

"Ah... erm ... Ah don't have anything to sleep in." She said sheepishly, wishing she had just slept in her underwear.

"Hmm, strange I was sure dere was a bed in yo'r room. Never mind, yo'r welcome t' sleep in mine. Or would dat just b' m' hiding behind my player attitude?" He cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at her. -Yep still pissed.-

"Ah'm sorry okay? Ah didn't mean what Ah said Ah just... people can't get close to meh. Not without getting hurt." She paused as she took a breath, she couldn't believe she had just said that. That was not going to help push him away; it would probably just make him feel sorry for her. And as if on cue the tension left his shoulders and a worried frown creased his eyebrows.

"Besides, that's not what Ah meant by 'Ah don't have anything to sleep in' anyway and you know it. Can Ah borrow a t-shirt or something to sleep in or not?" She quickly tried to recover before he could say anything.

"Sure." He disappeared inside his room and Rogue stepped into the doorway so she could see him. He was routing round inside several drawers apparently looking for something suitable for her to sleep in, though she wasn't surprised that it was taking him so long as most of his cloths seemed to be on the floor. Typical guy she guessed as she leaned against his doorframe while she waited.

Apart from being a complete mess there was very little that said anything about the man that lived there. There were playing cards everywhere of course, a few packets of cigarettes and an ash tray by the bed but nothing to say who he was or what he was like. Eventually Remy just stood in the middle of the room frowning at the cloths on the ground as if something suitable would just throw itself at him. Then he suddenly grabbed the back of his t-shirt and pulled it off before offering it to her. Rogue just stood there and stared at him as if he's gone mad. Partly because she was shocked by the action but mainly because he was now half naked in front of her, not that that seemed to bother him at all.

"It's wash day and dis is my last clean shirt, take it or leave it." He was still holding the shirt out to her; she figured he must have taken her stare as being outrage at the thought of taking a shirt he had just been wearing.

"Thanks." She said gratefully as she took his shirt and headed back out off his room.

"Rogue?" She turned back to him, he looked unsure for a few seconds then suddenly his trademark smirk spread across his face as if she had never pissed him off at all. "I was serious when I said y' can sleep in m' bed if y' want t'." He stepped forward and leaned against the door frame, showing off his magnificent body without realising it. Rogue couldn't help but smile.

"Maybe next time Swamp Rat." She turned and headed back to her own room; swinging her hips happily as she went. Once she got back to her own room she flopped down onto the edge of her bed and stared at the garment in her hands. It was soft and a rich burgundy colour. She quickly looked up to check she had closed her door then slowly brush the t-shirt against her cheek, the soft cotton was luscious and it still felt warm. She pressed it fully against her face and breathed in Remy's scent that still lingered in the fabric. Subtle Cajun spices, clove cigarettes and something that was just purely Remy.

She was so lost in the smell of the t-shirt that she didn't register the door opening until it was too late. Her head shot up and she quickly hid the t-shirt behind her. Remy stood in the doorway with his hand still on the handle. He raised his eyebrows at her and that damn cocky grin threatened to break out at any moment.

"Found dese at de back o' de drawer, t'ought y' might want de set." He held out a pair of shorts in a matching colour to the shirt she already had.

"Thanks." She said through clenched teeth as she glared at the wall, willing her red face to quieten. He came in and dropped the shorts on the bed next to her before he headed back out of the room. As he got to the door he turned back to her and opened his mouth then quickly closed it again laughing to himself quietly as he closed the door behind him. Rogue let herself fall back onto the bed in utter horror. She didn't know if it was good or bad that he hadn't said anything about catching her red handed smelling his clothing but she knew she wasn't going to be able to look him in the eye ever again.

Groaning at her own stupidity, she changed her clothes and slid under the quilt of her new bed. As she closed her eyes to go to sleep she pulled the neck of Remy's shirt up over her nose so she could drown in his scent again; she'd already been caught so she figured she might as well enjoy it while she could.

Okay so lots of ROMY interaction there. Hopefully get a few more characters involved soon!

As always plz R&R it may result in chapter 14 getting written quickly!

Aza x

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