Jean smiled weakly, "Why yes.  Why do you ask?"

Wolverine studied her closely as they walked to the second floor landing.  "You look like something weighing on ya mind.  What do you think is wrong with Rogue?"

Jean looked around to see if anyone else could hear them.  "Logan don't tell anyone..."  She whispered.  "... but I think she maybe pregnant."

"Thought that too.  She certainly has all the symptoms."  He scratched behind his cowl's ear. "Could'ya pick up on anything when you woke her up."

She shook her red head, No.  "There was too much interference from the other presences to tell who everyone or thing was."  Jean frowned some more.  "Don't tell anyone."

"I won't, but wonder why she has not thought of it yet?"

"I don't know.  It could be the fact that she's either too sick to think clearly or she is just that naieve about herself because of her powers."  She shrugged.  "Either way, we should know something by tomorrow evening after Hank gets back."

Wolverine watched Jean as they neared the bottom of the steps.  "Jean, I know something else is bothering you.  All those frowns are'nt for Rogue."

Jean faked a smile, "You are imagining things.  I'm fine."

"I know better," he smiled.  "If you need someone to talk to, I am here."

Jean was grateful for the offer, but how could she explain to Wolvie what she was feeling.  "Thanks Logan."

Rogue sat up as Gambit arranged the pillows on the bed behind her.  "Com'fee Chere?"

"Yeah, thank'ya Sugah."

"Need anyt'ing else before I go down?"

"Maybe the remote."

Gambit searched all about the room for the remote to the entertainment center.  "Dat blasted t'ing gets miss'in at de oddest times."  He groused.

"Ah think Ah saw it on the bureau chestier last night."

He turned quickly, his duster cascading around him.  Dere it is.  "Ya right."  He retrieved it from where she'd said it would be.  Coming back to the bed, he handed it to her.  "Anyt'ing else?"

"No, Ah'm fine."

"Ya wan' me ta stay wit'cha?"

"No yah go on down.  Ah'll be fine."
 
"O. K."  He smiled.  "I be back ta check on ya later after my session.  If ya need me before den, call on de communicator.  I be raht cher'." He pointed at the floor to stress his point.

"Remy, Ah'm fine.  Ah'm already feeling more like mahself."  She managed a wan smile.  "Now scoot before Cyke come look'in for yah."

Gambit slowly made his way toward their door.  "All raht Chere, if ya insist."  He turned the door knob to exit.  Crossing the threshold, he turn back around to look at her.  "I love ya Chere."

This time she managed to smile brightly at him as she let herself settled down against the pillows.  "I know."  Then she winked at him just before he closed the door.

Once outside their door, Gambit could relax.  He had not realized how much effort it had taken to put on a brave front for her.  In reality, he was truly worried about her.  He leaned back against the door, letting his head tilt back with his eyes toward the ceiling.

"How is Rogue doing now Father?"

Bishop's voice startled him, "Pup?  I not hear ya walk up."

"I thought I'd wait for you.  You want to talk about it?"

Gambit pushed himself off of the door, heading for the second floor landing.  He nervously raked his fingers through his overlong bangs.  "I worried Bish. I worried a lot!"

Bishop studied him.  "I can see that.  Do you think she has the flu or something?"

Gambit shook his head, No.  "How she not have de flu before an' got it now?"  He shrugged.  "I t'ink it may have somet'ing ta do wit' dat bracelet.  All dat radiation weaken her.  She could be wide open for all kinds of diseases now."

"Hummmm.  I guess it is a possibility."

"Don' ya mean probability."

"Nope," answered Bishop decisively.  "I think you are stressing out on this.  Why don't you wait until Hank can examine her to see what is really going on before you jump to any conclusions?"  He reasoned.  "It could be anything, not necessarily the bracelet."

Gambit eyed him as they descended down the stairs.  "Dats easy for ya ta say, Stormy not de one sick."

Well he's got me there.  How can I reassure him that everything will be all right?  "I know that, but there is no sense in worrying until you know more."  Bishop stepped off the last step into the living room.  "Try to focus on something else."  He advised.  "Focus on the upcoming Danger Room sequence."

Gambit made a face.  "I guess ya raht Pup.  I 'jis invent'in t'ings dat may or may not be dere."  He came up beside Bishop as they both turned toward the elevator behind the steps.  "I try ta focus."  He did not say anything else until the elevator arrived.  "T'anks Pup."

The two X-Men stepped on board.  Gambit was getting ready to press the usual button that would take them to the level where the Danger Room was housed, when Bishop stopped him.  "Wait,"  he grabbed Remy's hand.

"Destination?"  A voice spoke from a speaker that Remy had not noticed before.

"Danger Room."  Said Bishop.  The doors automatically closed before them.

Gambit looked at him, "Dat's new."

"Yeah, it's something I installed last weekend.  It is something I've been working on.  I have also upgraded the voice command in the Danger Room."

"Show off."

Bishop laughed as they were taken down to the level of the Danger Room complex.  The doors opened for them to exit.

Stepping out, the two men stood directly in front of the control panel where Bishop called out his  access code that would allow him and Remy into the control room where the others were waiting.  Everyone looked up when they came into the room.

"Ah, here are out last two participants now,"  said Cyclops from his chair in front of the viewing window.

Storm came to stand beside Gambit, "How's Rogue?"

"Yes, Gambit ..."  added Cyclops.  "... is she feeling better?"  No one noticed Jean dropping her head low except for Wolverine.

"She fine now.  I left her resting."

"Well Hank will be back from his conference in the morning.  He can give her a look see then ."  Picking up the clipboard in front of him, "Here are the teams for this morning's session ..."

Cyclops read off each name and what team they'd be working with today, but for the life of him, Remy couldn't remember a word he'd said.  All he could think about was the beautiful woman resting upstairs and what might have been causing her to be sick.