Author's note- Okay, I've had this idea running through my head pretty much ever since I wrote the first "Three Days." And finally, here it is! This one is a whole light lighter than the other one. Dedicated to all the wonderful Romy writers out there. Lightspeed Suzuka, Caliente, Callian, among others. I hope you all enjoy! Read and Review pretty please.

Day One
Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
-Alanis Morissette

Rogue handed Kitty the box of tissues. "Take care of yourself, Kit."

"I will," Kitty yawned. "Have a good time."

"Plan on it." Rogue waved as she left. The group got into the X-Jet. "Ah feel kinda guilty," she admitted to the other. "Do y'all think she'll be okay all alone?"

"Sure," Jean said.

"Kitty's an X-Man," Scott said. "A little cold won't hold her back for long."

"Scott," Rogue said slightly annoyed with their "fearless leader." "It's the flu, not just 'a little cold'."

"She'll be fine," Kurt said. "It's only three days, liebling. What could happen in three days?"

An hour later

"Ah," Hank smiled as Storm landed the plane. "The beautiful Alaskan shoreline."

Amara looked around at the snow and wrinkled up her nose. "Yippe."

"This is the perfect place to vacation," Storm said benevolently. The air immediately warmed slightly. "Here we can relax and not worry about being watched." The group grabbed their bags and walked into the huge house. Rogue sighed and followed the others.

"Look on the bright side, freuline," Kurt said. "No Danger Room sessions."

"Thanks," Rogue said smiling at her "brother."

"Let's get in there," Kurt said with a wry smirk. "Before they get all the best rooms."

"Take us there," Rogue said taking Kurt's hand. He teleported them inside.

Down the coast.

"Victory shall be mine!" Magneto exclaimed.

"Victory?" Piotr questioned dully.

"Yes! The X-Men are sitting ducks. We will attack at dusk!"

"Pardon, monsieur, but why are we attackin'?" Remy asked calmly.

Magneto faltered. "Because we must."

"I'm ready!" Pyro exclaimed.

"At least one of my lackey's is obedient," Magneto said.

"Excusé moi, mais Remy ain't a lackey," Remy snapped. "Remy be... a mercenary."

"I am not here by choice," Piotr said crossing his arms.

"You never let me forget that," Magneto sighed. "Peter, someday, you will thank me for this."

Piotr glared at their boss. "Sir, should that day ever come I request that one of you kill me."

"Dat be a little harsh, mon brave."

"Let's just go," Magneto sighed. "We have a battle to prepare for. Which all of you have now stolen from the fun from. To my balls!"

"Mags," John said. "I'll ask again, mate, please stop callin' those bloody things that."

"Really, it's just plain disturbin'," Remy agreed as the group approached the two metal orbs. Piotr and Magneto rode in the one while Remy and John shared the other.

"I just had a thought," John said.

"Hell is freezin' over," Remy smirked.

"I'm serious, mate."

"So is Remy."

"These things are made of metal, and metal sinks right?"

"Oui," Remy nodded.

"So, what happens if he loses concentration?"

Remy shrugged. "We die."

"Never try to comfort someone, mate, you suck at it." The orbs landed and the group got out.

"Good evening, Eric," Charles said regarding his old friend with a benign smile.

"Acolytes, attack!"

"I feel like I'm in a cheesy fanfic," John sighed. The two teams began to fight. Remy approached Rogue as the fight wore on.

Rogue stood looking at the battles from the sidelines. The X-Men were winning easily. She started to walk away when he jumped out in front of her. "Bonjour, chere," he grinned.

"Not you," she sighed crossing her arms. "Shouldn't you be getting your ass kicked with your friends?"

"Non, Remy isn't stupid, he recognizes a losing battle."

"Would Remy leave meh alone?"

Remy pouted. "Doesn't chére like his company?"

"No!"

"You hurt Remy's feelings," Remy grinned. He leaned closer his mouth near her ear. "Mais, you're lyin', chére. Remy can see your eyes." She shivered involuntarily. He lowered his head towards her lips and she pushed him away roughly. "What's wrong, petite?"

"Where do Ah start?" Rogue demanded. "Let's begin with the fact that Ah just learned your name. Then move on to your death wish."

"Death wish?"

"Mah powers, Frenchy. If you had touched meh Ah could have put ya in a coma."

Remy looked disappointed. "You can't touch."

Rogue looked down. "No." She felt him take her chin in his own gloved fingers.

"Remy can work around dat," he murmured huskily. "Remy is trés creative." He winked before walking away.

Stupid slimy, Cajun, Rogue fumed silently.

"Is everyone okay?" Xavier asked.

"No!" an irate Amara fumed.

"What's wrong, child?" Ororo asked concerned.

"He ruined my new shirt, he made me break a nail and that insolent little peasant had the nerve to call me 'luv'!" The others merely stared at her before laughing. The adults shook their heads with small smiles. Logan rolled his eyes and Rogue barely even heard what Amara was saying.

"That's terrible," Bobby snickered. "We should have him hung."

Amara graced him with a smile. "I knew you'd understand."

"Come," Hank said. "We'll make some hot cocoa and s'mores." The others started to head back inside.

"Stripes," Logan said on his way back in. "You okay?"

"Ah'm fine," Rogue said. "Ah'm just wonderin' what that was all about."

"Magneto was a little... off."

"Maybe that helmet of his is puttin' too much pressure on his head," Rogue smirked.

"That's a possibility," Logan laughed. "You comin' in?"

"Soon," Rogue promised. Logan nodded and walked back inside.

"Hello again," Remy purred.

"Go away."

"But Remy brought y' somet'in'."

"That's nice," Rogue drawled. "Go away." Remy tossed her a watch. "What's this?"

"It belongs to Mags," Remy said. "So Remy will have ta take it back later."

"What is it?"

"Put it on and find out," he urged.

"Do Ah look stupid to ya, swamp rat?" Rogue demanded.

"Non. Don' worry, p'tite, it be safe. T'ieves honor." She snorted. "Remy would never harm such a belle femme."

"If Ah put it on will ya go away?"

"Oui," he smiled. With a sigh Rogue slipped the watch onto her wrist. "Y' feel okay?"

"A little off but Ah'm fine. What'd this do?" With a smile Remy reached out and touched her cheek. Her eyes widened and she started to pull away but stopped when there was no pull of her powers.

"So," Remy all but purred. "Y' like?"

"How?" Her mind was racing and her heart was pounding. This one word was all she could get out.

"Mags' new invention. It suppresses a mutant's ability. Great if we have to have prisoners, or somet'in' later."

"Lahke who?" Rogue asked taking off the watch quickly.

"Sabretooth," Remy said. "He's locked up."

"Why?"

"Can't tell y'," Remy said. He shrugged lightly. "Tell y' what, chére, Remy'll tell y' if you meet him t'morrow."

"How will y' get there?"

"Our place is only an hour away."

"Why the orbs?"

"Mags likes ta arrive in style. Will y' be dere?"

"Ah'll meet ya at the pond, near the tree."

"D'accord." Remy took back the watch. Soon he was gone. Likethe proverbial thief in the night (A/N sorry, couldn't resist).