A/N: Thanksgiving has passed, so I have decided it is officially okay to start being Christmas-y :D!
I do not own X- Men Evolution.
"I just don't understand!" Kitty whisper hissed once Rogue was out of hearing distance, stomping up the last two steps. Kitty leaned forward.
Remy shrugged at her, his brow furrowed. "She is-"
"Ridiculously cantankerous like, at all times?"
"Complex." Remy smirked.
"We need to fix this." Kitty crossed her arms over her chest.
"Chaton," he cocked an eyebrow at her. "Has it ever occurred to you dat some things just don't need fixing?"
She glared at him. "Yes." Her eyes narrowed. "This is not one of those things."
"What do you care? You're Jewish!"
She stamped her foot. "It doesn't matter! It's in the spirit of the season!" His incredulous look pushed her forward. "My parents used to buy me a Christmas tree- so I wouldn't feel left out."
He couldn't contain his chuckling- though he put his fist over his mouth at her scowl. Then she socked him, and he shut up.
"Ow!"
"Yeah!" She said. "Come on- didn't you just say it was your favorite? Doesn't it like, bother you that she can't be joyful- even at this time of the year?"
"Some things just aren't your place."
"We're her friends!" Kitty smiled. "Everything is our place."
He sighed. Knowing there would be no dissuading Kitty, he figured he might as well join her (he loved being mischievous anyway- bugging Rogue was one of his favorite hobbies, right up there with pick pocketing and flirting).
"You even got a plan chaton?"
"As a matter of fact," She lunged over to the laid out Christmas decorations, picking up a small, ancient, leather bound book. "I do."
"You rang?" Emma leaned against the doorway, a smirk on her face. Kitty grinned a devilish grin. Remy rubbed a hand over his face- this could not end well.
Ten Minutes Earlier
Rogue slammed the door shut behind her, kicked off her boots, and whacked the snow off her sleeves. A deep scowl rooted itself in her face.
"Ugh!" She grunted.
Kitty's eyes widened; she looked over at Remy, but he could only shrug.
"What did you do now?" She mouthed at him.
"I didn't do anything!" He mouthed back. Why is it always Remy's fault?
"Someone is cranky." Bobby mused behind Rogue's back.
In a fluid, graceful swipe, she pulled off her glove and grabbed him by the ear. He plopped to the ground like a 400 pound man after the cardio machine.
Kitty and Remy's jaws fell. They turned to each other and blinked, and then back at Rogue.
"What?" She snapped.
"I loathe Bobby as much as the next girl," Kitty bit her lip, "But wasn't that a little harsh?"
Rogue examined the passed out, over glorified ice machine on the floor. "He'll wake up." She folded her arms over her chest. "In a few hours…"
Kitty mulled it over- this is worse than usual. Much worse…
"What happened?" Kitty asked. Remy shot her a sharp glare, mentally urging her to cut her losses and let it go. But, it was Kitty- it wouldn't be her if she took his advice.
"Stupid carolers scared the crap out of me." Rogue muttered. "Made me fall in a snow bank."
Kitty giggled, receiving a sharp glare. "But everyone loves carolers." She said, instantly turning off the chuckles.
"Ah don't."
"But they're like, one of the many embodiments of the season!"
Again, Remy's face screamed 'Shut it! Quit while you're ahead!'
"Maybe Ah don't like the season!"
All went quiet.
"Cherie," Gambit finally broke his silence. Even he couldn't let that one slide. "It's da most wonderful time of da year," he said, standing like he was making a speech. "Christmas is mon vacances prefers."
"Peace on Earth, and good will toward men!"
"I swear off stealing." Remy said. "For a whole month."
"Even Emma's a little more cheery."
"And Logan- le carcajou- is jolly." Remy added. "Well, as jolly as Logan can be."
"Ah just don't like Christmas okay?" Rogue stormed to the stairs. "Bah humbug!"
Kitty's hand cupped over her mouth; Remy let out an audible gasp.
"Looks like we've got ourselves a regular Scrooge." Remy said after an appalled silence.
A/N: Well, there it is. First chapter. More to come soon ;)