Bored beyond belief she settled back down into the bed.  Her stomach  noisily reminded her that she had not eaten yet.  Humph, wonder if'in anything would stay down?  It probably would by now because she no longer had the desire to throw up when she thought about food.

She was about to try to go downstairs to scrounge up lunch when Gambit walked in, his duster draped over his shoulder.  "Remy?"  She sat up again.

Gambit made a face at her as he tossed the duster over a chair then he busied himself with taking off his armor and body suit.

Rogue glanced at the time on her bracelet.  "Not that Ah ain't glad tah see yah, but aren't yah sahpose tah be down stairs in the middle of a session?"

Gambit sat down on the end of the bed to pull his silver boots off.  "Let's 'jis say I got somet'ing better ta do, Eh?"  He quickly stood up to take off the black/fuscha striped suit.

Rogue chuckled, "Like what?  Ah bet Cyclops didn't think so?"

"Non, he didn't ..."  He winked at her before he left from beside the bed to find a pair of torn jeans in a drawer.  "... but my guardian angel made him see dat it was best."

Rogue watched Remy dressed as she thought about what he'd said.  She knew instantly that Gambit meant Jean had stepped in on his behalf.  Jean did that a lot these days.  Every since Professor X had been jailed, she made it her point to try to show Cyclops the subtle differences and personalities of each team member, but even more so with Remy.  To Rogue, she could see how Jean was trying to get Scott not to smother everyone with his version of right and wrong.  That in the world they live in and worked in, nothing was absolute.  As far as Remy was concerned, it was as if she understood him as much as she did.  At times, the repore the other woman had with Gambit even came close to making her jealous, but Jean appeared to be totally swept up with Scott.  As long as that remained constant, she figured that she was just being silly.

"So ... do yah feel like food now Chere?"

Rogue looked up into Gambit's black/red eyes.  He was totally dressed now in his usual torn T-shirt, jeans and brogans.  She had not realized that she was that deep in thought.  "Ah was about tah try tah go down stairs mahself when yah came into the door."  She admitted.

"Now Chere, ya tell Gambit wha' ya wan' and he fetch it,"  he bowed at the waist, his hair falling over one shoulder before he stood back up.

Rogue giggled.  "Nonsense, I can do this mahself,"  she smiled as she moved her legs to the side of the bed.

Gambit gave her a stern look.  "Look!  We not gon'na go through dat again.  I here ta see 'bout'cha and see 'bout'cha I'm gon'na do!  Ya get back in dat bed ... now!"

Rogue's mouth fell open in surprise.  She could not believe that he actually seemed to be mad with her.  "Remy, Ah don't want tah be waited on!"

Of all de exasperat'in women in de world, I had ta pick dis one!  He made a move for her.  "Ya get back in dat bed or I'll put ya back myself!"

In spite of her brief bout with her temper, she smiled, "Are yah mad with me Cajun?"  She said coyly.

Gambit came down on one knee in front of her.  His face broke into a devastating smile.   " 'Jis a lit'le bit,"  he pinched his thumb and index finger together to emphasize how mad he was.  "I know ya bored and I know ya like do'in for ya'self, but yah not well.  I'm here now.  Let me help."

How could she say no to that?  He really knows how tah work me.  "O. K. Remy, yah win this time, but maybe not the next."

He nodded back as he stood back up.  "We'll see.  Now what will it be Chere?"

Rogue's stomach growled loudly as she thought of what she wanted to eat.  Anything and everything, came to mind.  "Ah would like ... ummmm ... ham, cheese, tomato, black olives, sardine sandwich on a onion roll.  Honey mustard on one side of the sandwich with mayonnaise on the other.  Salt and vinegar potato chips with a side of barbecue sauce.  A cherry soda and chocolate chip ice cream.  Oh, and don't forget the sour pickle."

Gambit got nauseous just thinking about what she wanted to eat.  He pulled his brow together as he covered his mouth.  Yuck!!  "Are ya sure dat dis is wha' ya wan' Chere?  Gambit may have ta go ta de store for some of it?"

"Yep, that's what Ah want."

He looked at her to see if she was kidding, but the expression on her face told him that she wasn't.  "O. K. den."  Grabbing his keys off the dresser, he went to the closet to get one of his leather jackets.  Pulling it on, he zipped it up mid way.  "Be back as soon as I can."  He made his way to the door.  Turning the knob, he stepped out side.

"Remy?"  She called to him.

He paused on the threshold as he turned back around to face her,  "Yeah?"

"Thank yah sugah."

He smiled back, "Ya stay in dat bed, ya hear!"

She quickly shook her head up and down to reassure him as the door closed between them.  As soon as she was sure he was gone, she got out of the bed.  Rogue waited for the dizziness to hit her, but it didn't.  Good.  Now where is that book Ah was read'in.

Remy drove to the nearby grocery store.  As it turned out, hardly anything that Rogue had asked for was downstairs in the kitchen or in the storage pantry.   He had not planned to go anywhere that day, but if he wanted to make her happy, he had no choice.

His mind wandered as he switched lanes then down shifted his car as he prepared to make a right into the parking lot about a half mile down the road.  I hope dis sickness ain't some kind of reaction to her wear'in dat bracelet all dis time.  It's been near 'bout a year since she first started with dat t'ing, he thought.  All dat radiation can' be good for her.  The crease in his forehead deepened as he turned the car into the lot.

We see Hank tomorrow, den he can examine her.  Gambit parked the car then got out.  He closed the door then he set the alarm with the remote he always carried in his pocket when he was driving.

He caught his reflection in the glass of his car.  Remy always was a little conceited to a certain degree.  'If ya got it, flaunt it',  was his motto.   His reddish/brown hair blew loosely about his shoulders, his bangs fanned low on his forehead, dark shades to hide his red/black eyes from the general public, straight nose, square chin with it's characteristic cleft and a slight growth of a beard and mustache, looked back at him.  Usually he'd smile, but he could not bring himself to do so today.  All he could think about was Rogue and how sick she was that morning.

He found that they had now come to a point in their relationship that what effected one, also effected the other.  They were even starting to finish each other sentences.  He considered the latter part scary.  He suppressed the urge to shiver.

Gambit turned from the car to make his way to the front door of the store.  I 'jis hope she can keep dis down, he thought as he entered in. Grabbing a shopping cart, he tried to remember the things Rogue had said she wanted.  Ham, cheese, sour pickle, ice cream ... did she say ... sardines? ...  He inwardly gagged at her choice of food combinations.

Remy walked about the store eyeing this item or that.  He eventually picked up everything she'd asked for and a few things for himself.  Might as well get some snacks for de game ta'night when Bish come up.  He looked at item after item, row after row.  I ne'vah thought I'd find all dis, he thought as he looked down at the nearly half full cart in front of him.  All I need now is de sardines.    Then he thought about Rogue being sick, Maybe I find somet'ing ta help Rogue's tummy too.  I'd better ask someone.  Gambit spotted a young clerk at the end of the aisle he was strolling down.   "C'use me Miss?"

A small blonde teenager was busy stocking a lower shelf in front of him.  She turned around, noticing Gambit's expensive high top brogans.  She took in every detail as she slowly raised her head up his body.  Tight fitting faded jeans with tares, a very nice brown leather jacket covered a tall framed muscled body.  Her mouth fell open when she got to his face.  Even though he was wearing shades she could tell that he was gorgeous.  His angular face was framed by the most beautiful color of hair she'd ever seen. Wow!  He looks like some type of Rock Star.  "Ya ... ya ... Yes sir."  She stuttered.  "Can I help you?"  She smiled silver braces brilliantly back at him.

Gambit came to stand directly in front of the young lady as she stood up.  He smiled back to the young girl.  "Sardines and something for a tummy ache?"

Ooooo, he's got an accent.  The clerk gawked at him openly.

"Miss?"

"Oh, sorry.  You need help finding what?"

"Sardines and somet'ing for de stomach.  My girl sick wit' some type of stomach trouble."

Girl ... RATS!  The smile faded from her youthful face.  "The Sardines can be found on aisle 6, the canned meat section."  She pointed toward the back corner of the store.  "For the other stuff, you probably can find what you are looking for in the pharmacy section back over there."

Gambit let his gaze follow the direction of which she was pointing.  "Much'a bliged Miss."  Remy bowed slightly at his waist to the clerk.  He pulled the cart in front of him then turned the corner, headed for the pharmacy.

"Man, was he ever something?"  She said as she watched him walked away.

Gambit walked up to the front counter where a balding man with glasses stood behind a tall counter.  " 'cuse me Sir."

The older man held up one finger for him to wait until he got finish counting the pills for a prescription.  " ... five, ten, fifteen, twenty."  He snapped  the pill bottle shut.  Putting a couple of stickers on it, he then placed it in a bag.  He came from behind the tall counter through an opening directly in front of the register where Gambit stood.  "How may I help you Sir?"

"My girlfriend was really sick dis morn'in.  She say it's been like dis for 'bout a week, but now she can' keep no food down."  He explained.

"Really?"

"Yeah, she got de two 'P's."

The pharmacist look at Gambit with a smile.  "The two P's?"

"Yeah Doc ... Pale and Puking."

The pharmacist chuckled.  "It could be a bug passing through.  Has she seen a doctor yet?"

"Non.  Doc out of town.  He be back in de morn'in.  Can ya help me?"

The pharmacist smile.  "I believe I've got a couple of things you may can use."  He turn to the shelf behind him where the different ant-acid type over the counter medicine was kept.  "Here."  He turned back, putting the bottle in front of Remy.  "Have her to try this.  The directions are on the back."  He winked.  "If that don't work ..."  He bend down behind the counter to retrieve something.  When he stood back up, he placed a square pink box on the counter.  "... try this."

Gambit studied the box,  "Wha' dat Doc?"

The pharmacist then picked up the box, he pushed in directly in Gambit's face at eye level.

Gambit's mouth fell open,  "Oh Saints!!"