"Beeeeeeep!"

The final alarm sounded.  Gambit pulled the folds of his robe together, then tied its belt.  "Well ..." He looked at his lady.  "... I guess dat is dat."

Rogue pulled her knees and the bedclothes up under her chin as she stared back at Remy.  "Yah'll have tah ... come back for ... yah clothes ... later."

Gambit raised his head a little when he thought he had detected a slight tremor in her voice.  "Um hum."  He shook his head, Yes.  The lights were still low but if he focused his eyes just right he would be able to see her more clearly.  He squinted then opened his red/black eyes.  Just as he suspected, she was crying.  Tears were rolling down her face in successions.  "I'm sorry Chere," was all he could think of to tell her.

"Ah'm not."  She finally sniffed.

"Den I can' be neit'er."  He stepped backwards toward the door.

"Come see me tomorrow ... O. K?"

Remy stood by the door as he watched his beautiful lady shift slightly in the bed. " 'Jis try ta keep me away."  He turn slightly, grabbing the door knob.  "Ya try ta go back ta sleep.  De babies need rest."  Gambit turned toward the door.  "Good night Chere."  He dropped his head as he made himself go out of the, shutting it behind him.

Rogue thought she would burst open when the door closed.  He's actually gone.  Ah can't believe it!!  She threw herself headlong down into the pillows.  Her emotions broke free as she sobbed uncontrollably until the early hours of the morning. 

He was on his way to one of the empty rooms in the women's wing when a noise caught his attention.  Remy turned swiftly to see Wolverine coming up the stairway.  Gambit smile as he noticed he was carrying something.  Some'thin big.  It looks like Joe.  Remy laughed when he saw that Wolverine was actually carrying Joseph's obviously drunken body over one of his shoulders.  His snow white hair dangled upside down toward the floor along with his arms.

Gambit came back to the top of the stairwell to get a closer look.  "Even'in Logan."

"Ev'nin Cajun."

"I see Joseph couldn't 'hang'."

Wolverine turned toward Gambit.  "Nope.  So far, you're the only one that was able to walk back in here on your own after one of my 'hang nights'.  Guess that means your record is still good."  Logan winked then turned down the hall.  "Good night Cajun."

"Night." 

Remy stared blankly at the ceiling above him.  All he could think about was Rogue.  About how she looked when he left her.  How she was crying and how he was powerless to comfort her.  Wha' am I gonna do?  He thought as he turn over in the bed.

Henry's words circled within his head ....' "Remy ... your DNA structure suggest that part of your Mutant Gene, your X-Factor, also possesses the trait of telepathy.  For some reason it is dormant, has been for several years.  But with intense psychic training, we maybe able to switch that part of the Gene on.  Increasing the powers of your telepathic and psychic shields enormously." '
 
Gambit turned over again, coming stomach down, his head to one side.  He closed his eyes as another one of Henry's statements replayed in his head.  ....' "Curious.  Another theory is that perhaps it did surface but during a very traumatic time in your life.  Do you remember anything about your parents? Do you remember anything before you were found on the streets of New Orleans?"

He let himself turn over again back to his initial position.  Gambit shut his eyes hard as the last scene with Rogue played out in his head. .... Tears were rolling down her face in successions.   ' "I'm sorry Chere," ' was all he could think of to tell her.

' "Ah'm not." '

"Dat did it!!"  Gambit was now totally exasperated with himself.  He threw back the covers and climbed out.  "I gotta get out of here ... away from dis place!!"  Remy yanked his robe back on as he headed for the door.  He needed to think and there was only one way he knew of that always seemed to clear his mind.