Summary: A good deed can go a long way. ROMY.

Disclaimer: X-men belongs to Marvel, Stan Lee and the other creators.

~CHAPTER 1~

She had told Kitty to go ahead without her and tell the others not to wait. There was no point in all of them having to suffer through an extra hour at school when she was the one that messed up. She would have to get through detention alone. But that was perfectly fine because Rogue wanted to walk back to the mansion today. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts, and sitting in Scotts crowded car with Kitty and Kurt's constant arguments would make it kind of hard. Today her thoughts were something she had to sort out, and she would begin doing it in detention. She couldn't think of a better place then there. You have to be optimistic right? But then again, optimism wasn't Rouge's strong suit; or really, any kind of suit for her at all. But nonetheless here she was in detention, so she had better make good use of it.

It did not bother her that she had gotten detention, what bothered her was how she had gotten detention. How indeed? Simply put, the how was because she had seen him again. This time it was during 6th period, which was a new one for him. Usually he would be seen leaning against a light pole haphazardly after school or against the flag pole during lunch time or even against the building in the mornings as she entered the school grounds acting as if it was the most natural place for him to be; as if he belonged there. If he spoke it was but a few words. But words didn't seem to be his objective; it seemed that he came only for his eyes to do the work. His eyes were all the conversation he needed.

Rogue had not been paying attention to the day's history lesson as usual (an unspoken 6th period norm). Her mind was far away from the endless battles of World War II when she suddenly got the strangest feeling that someone was watching her. All the other young minds in the class seemed to be either listening to the monotone voice of the teacher or had their eyes elsewhere; anywhere and everywhere, but not on her. And yet, she could feel someone starring. When she was turning her head to look around the room, she caught site of the observer; a tall lanky figure who was standing outside the class room, not too far from the window. She turned her full attention towards the big plate of glass next to her desk and met the full force of a pair of red on black eyes that could only belong to Remy LeBeau.

Rogue had no choice but to be captivated by the intensity of his hypnotic gaze. It was like she had been ensnared by a hunter who was after the rarest of creatures. And upon realizing he had captured his target of interest, a jolt of lightning shot through him causing his body to suddenly stiffen.

Remy's body became erect with such a sharpness that Rouge felt the snap of it from where she sat. He abandoned his ever leaning position against the tree and took a step towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. Rogue started leaning in towards the window as if she was being pulled towards him by an invisible thread.

He stopped suddenly, now in close proximity to the window and to Rogue, and Rogue in close proximity to the window and to him. Nothing else seemed to exist but the two of them as they seemed to be linked together by the same chain. How long was she in this position she knew not. Rogue only knew that she did not want to look away, she could not look away.

The right side of Remy's mouth slanted up, showcasing a smile complete with charm and overflowing with intoxication. Pure sexiness seeped from every pore of his body, crying out for Rogue's attention and begging for a response. He tilted his head slightly to the side, licking his lips as he did, as if tasting her presence before him, and enjoying the flavor. His eyes were intense, his face was alluring, his smile was beckoning and his body language communicated aching desire.

He wanted her.

Rogue thought she was about to fall out of her chair, knocked down by the intensity of his look, his gaze, his posture, his…….. desire. Her knuckles tightly gripped her desk as she tried to steady herself. What the hell was wrong with her? It was just Remy. She'd seen him dozens of times. And during those times, yes, her breath would catch in her throat, and butterflies filled her stomach, but never anything to this extent, to this magnitude. She could feel heat building up in her chest and her breaths become shallower.

She unconsciously leaned even closer to the window, her nose just an inch from pressing up against the glass. She had to get closer to him. At this moment she wished she had Kitty's powers so she could phase right through the window, run to him and loose herself in his embrace. She had never felt this way before, never such a surge of want and desire.

She had to get outside.

The teachers thick yard stick came crashing down on the empty desk beside Rogue, with a loud SMACK! All connection with Remy was instantly broken as Rogues body jolted free, startled from the noise. Laughter erupted from the class as Rouge's confused, surprised and embarrassed flushed face shifted around the class and landed on the teacher.

"Glad to see you're back with us," the teacher said in a serious tone. The annoyed look on his face signaled to Rogue that this time she was really in for it. This wasn't the first time she had been caught not paying attention in 6th period. "Now could you please inform the class of what we were just discussing?"

Crap.

"Umm….. well, you were……"

Her eyes quickly shifted towards Kitty who was mouthing something to her, but Rogue absolutely sucked at lip reading.

"Ah um………"

She couldn't even think properly at the moment, all coherent thought had been wiped clean. What class was this again?

"Well, see, you um……."

"I'm sorry but that's incorrect. Looks like the only way to break this habit of yours is to give you the opportunity to daydream all you want; starting today, in detention." And almost as if on cue, the bell rang, indicating the end of the school day. The students hurriedly flung their books in their bags and took off toward the door. Kitty had been the only one who stayed behind along with Rogue and the professor. Rogue quickly looked to the window as Kitty was walking to her desk. Remy was gone.

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So that was the how part. How she had ended up in the hard desk near the window for – how long had it been? She looked at the clock on the wall – 50 minutes after the bell had rung. She looked at the teacher sitting at his desk, his eyes alternating from Mondays quiz to the answer key next to him.

Her eyes traveled around the empty room and empty desks. The room looked bigger without all the students jammed in it. The desks were so close that the students were like sardines in a can. That was one of the reasons why Rogue had decided to sit in an outside row and near a window. She wanted to be able to scoot her desk as far from the other students as possible. She didn't like to be so close to people, and the way the desks were arranged, it was too close for her liking.

And the window was her escape. It was the perfect passport into an exciting world where she could be and do anything she wanted. Not to mention, sitting by the window gave her the perfect opportunity to notice a specific guy who randomly would pop up on school grounds during one of her periods.

She turned her attention back to the window and to the exact spot that Remy had been standing in less than an hour ago. She let out a sigh but caught herself in the middle of it. Again, she had to ask herself, 'What the hell is wrong with me?' He had caused her to be here in detention, she should be mad at the guy. But instead, here she was sighing and swooning and wishing that he would come back. She didn't understand it; didn't understand it at all.

But she could not forget the way he had looked at her and the way it had made her feel. She could never imagine that a guy would ever look at her like Remy had, that a guy would want to look at her like Remy had.

What was wrong with him? He knew what her powers were; he knew what she could do. And yet….yet, he had been standing right there in that spot, less than an hour ago and looking at her the way that he was.

She turned her face away from the window in frustration and rested her forehead on her hands, propped up by her elbows on the desk. This whole thing was very stupid. It was stupid of him to keep showing up at school, and it was really stupid for him to keep starring at her, especially like he did today, but the stupidest thing of all was that she liked it.

Stupid, stupid stupid! Nothing good could come from all of this stupidity, so why even go through it. Why continue it? Why was he doing it? WHY?!

Rogue let out a frustrated grunt, that caused the professors head to pop up from the red stained quiz in front of him. He flipped out his pocket watch from his pants pocket. "Looks like it's been an hour Rogue. You may leave now."

She grabbed her notebook and walked out of the room, the question of 'why' still circling above her head. But deep down, she knew why. She knew exactly why he would show up at school. She knew exactly why he would stare. She knew exactly why he looked at her the way he did. She knew why because she felt the same way he did. She knew why because…….. she wanted him too.

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AN: Well, that's the end of the first chapter, let me know what you think. This story will not be more than 5 chapters (if that). I'll try to get the next chapter posted this week, and I hoped you enjoyed this first part!