Author Note(s): Yay pointless humor fluff! I blame this on "Wake up in Vegas" by Katey Perry, an episode of Friends, and a fanfiction...That I forget the name. I wanted to take a try at the whole 'waking up in Vegas and married' spiel. I don't know if I want this to stay a one shot or continue. It's kind of fun.

I don't own X-Men Evolution.

It was nice finally being able to touch other people. She snuggled into the pillow as she considered this.

The Rogue had gone to Las Vegas for Jean's bachelorette trip. Yeah, trip. Xavier loved to spoil his 'students.' Rogue had recently gotten control over her powers and had decided to take advantage of it. Unfortunately, she had no memory of last night. Control and twenty-one didn't seem like a good mix. Her head started to pound as she tried to remember last night. Then, a thought struck her.

Who the hell was beside her? She pushed herself up, rubbing her aching head. The man laying nude beside her was tan and lean. His muscles were like Adonis or something. He had shaggy brown hair that at the moment was blocking his face from her view. Rogue tilted her head to the side, smirking slightly. He had been a good choice. What was his name though? Rogue racked her memory for a sliver of the information and found none. All she remembered was a brightly flashing club and a handsome man-not a stranger though. She didn't get the impression. She sat up and continued to consider this, rubbing her chin. That's when she felt something on her ring finger. She looked down and saw a wedding band and her green eyes widened in horror.

She heard the man beside her groan and felt him shift.

"Mon Dieu, what happened last night?" He said in a voice that had haunted Rogue for the last few years. She gulped and froze. Slowly, she turned to be sure that it was him.

Red on black eyes met hers and the two stared at each other for a moment before Rogue screamed and fell off the bed.

"Ah'm nevah, evah comin' back ta Vegas!" She exclaimed. Remy LeBeau rose and made his way over to her as she struggled to keep herself covered. He chuckled at this, thoroughly amused.

"Chere, I don' t'ink y' need dat," he commented.

"Don't ya get it, Swamp Rat?!" Rogue exclaimed, extending her ring finger. Remy LeBeau froze and looked at his. He also had on a wedding band. The two looked at each other, considering the facts. "Ah'm nevah gettin' drunk again!"

"Now, chere, calm down," Remy said, lifting her up in his arms and setting her on the bed, sitting beside her. "Le's work dis out, oui?"

"Ah-Ah'm married ta an Acolyte!" Rogue exclaimed.

"Ex-acolyte," Remy corrected with a wince.

"Well, then, Ah'm married ta a womanizing swamp rat," Rogue huffed, crossing her arms and resting her chin on her knees. Remy opened his mouth to retort but Rogue was faster. "I absorbed ya four years ago. Even at twenty-one, ya had quite the rep." Remy coughed awkwardly.

"So, I be assuming dat you can, uh, touch?" He asked.

"No, we just ended up in the same bed naked because Wanda decided to alter reality," Rogue snapped. Remy smirked and let out a chuckle and leaned closer to her, giving her his best bedroom eyes.

"Well, since we married, mebbe we should reenact last night, non?" He purred.

"Ah'm gonna go with non," Rogue said, pushing him away.

"All right, chere, I can wait," he told her with a wink. Rogue groaned and rolled her eyes. "So, what you doin' in Vegas?"

"Jean's bachelorette trip, courtesy of Xavier," Rogue informed him.

"Ah, she finally gettin' hitch ta ole' one eye?" Remy inquired.

"Yup," Rogue said. "Yer turn. Why are you in Vegas?"

"I'm a gamblin' man," Remy said with a shrug. "Seemed like a good way to get some money easy. Y'know how many amateurs dere are here?" Rogue glowered at him, which he returned with a smirk.

"So, what are we gonna do about this?" Rogue asked, biting her lip. Remy laid across the bed, supporting his head with his arm.

"I don' mind too much, chere," he informed her. "T' tell de trut', it was my bachelor trip."

"Oh yeah, that Belladonna chick," Rogue said, feeling uncomfortable immediately.

"Oui," Remy said. "Dis works out good for me. My family don' like divorces too well and now dat I'm married, well, dere's no chance of me havin' ta marry dat snake." He gave her a coy look. "Sides, can't t'ink of anyone else dat I'd prefer to be stuck wit' for de rest a' my life." Rogue felt a blush rise to her cheeks and turned away from him, glaring at the wall.

"Whaht are ya talkin' 'bout?" Rogue muttered. Remy sat up and moved so he was making eye contact with the woman before him. She moved to look away but he captured her face in his hands. They were rough, calloused but something about them was incredible gentle.

"I never stopped t'inkin' bout you, chere," Remy told her. "Ever since I first saw ya."

"Yeah, and ya nearly blew my hand up," Rogue glowered. Remy lifted a scolding finger, a playful smirk on his face.

"Ah-ah-ah," he teased. "Not true. If I had wanted it ta blow your pretty lil' hand up, it would have blown up 'fore ya could toss it. I had ta make it look like I was doin' somet'in, oui?" Rogue searched his eyes, trying to see if he was lying. Nothing.

"Ya don't seem like a one girl type a guy," Rogue muttered.

"You absorbed me, chere," Remy told her. "What you t'ink?" Rogue gulped, feeling strange to try to understand the man before her. It had been a brief contact in the Blood Moon Bayou, but besides his betrayal, many things had also zoomed into her head. Living on the streets, being used and lied to, and how seeing her always brightened his day. How he longed to run his fingers through her hair, stare deep into her emerald eyes, and mutter that everything was going to be fine.

And she realized that she wanted to do that too. In the Blood Moon Bayou, seeing him standing there, sopping wet after saving him from Wolverine, Rogue saw a kindred spirit-albeit, a bit more twisted. She wanted him to know that everything was fine, even if he didn't think so. She let out a sigh, considering the spark that was definitely there.

"Well, I s'pose we'll give it a try," she finally agreed. "At least until the Guilds get offa yer back." Remy gave her a lop sided grin, all too pleased with this. "But yer gonna hafta join the X-Men."

"No problem, chere," Remy told her. "Was considerin' it 'fore our little trip t' N'Awlins. Denn I got wrapped up in Guild merde."

"Yer gonna hafta stop being a womanizer if we're gonna convince people," Rogue continued to list.

"I got plenty a' woman right here," Remy said, motioning to her. Rogue felt her cheeks burn red and Remy laughed.

"An' yer gonna hafta call me by mah real name," Rogue finished.

"No problem, Anna Marie," Remy purred, shocking Rogue. He had known her name? "I like t' know as much as possible 'bout my enemies, chere. And de woman I like. Very much."

"Yer sounded like a stalker," Rogue growled.

"Non, jus' lookin' out fer ya," Remy told her, flashing his million dollar smile. "So, how's it feel ta be married 'fore Jean?" Rogue blinked and looked at him, smirking.

"Ask me later," she said. "Ah'm still figurin' how to tell them."

"So, wanna continue last night?" Remy purred, moving closer to her. His breath gently caressed her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

"Rogue, c'mon! We've got that brunch and-" Kitty exclaimed, entering the room through the wall and froze. Remy and Rogue looked at her; Rogue in shock and Remy glaring. "Oh, uh, well, um, bye!" Kitty darted out the same way that she had came.

"Looks like y' don' hafta tell dem, chere," Remy muttered against her skin.

"See, here's the thing," Rogue said. "I got control but you got none." With that, she shoved him away and rose, wrapping the blanket around her body. She grabbed some clothes and entered the shower. Remy smirked, titling his head to the side as he watched her. He wonder if she realized the sheet was not very good at hiding her from his view.