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Intro: After Apocalypse. College ages. OC Summaries are in the prologue.

Rogue wandered around the mansion hoping to avoid Gambit and get something to eat, all in the same hour. A rather lofty goal in her opinion, considering that the swamp rat was a professional stalker, and southern kids always lingered around the kitchen.

She peeked into the large kitchen, quickly glancing around, looking for any sign of him. When she saw that the marble floored room was empty, she gave herself the all clear to walk inside.

This room held so many random memories for everyone. Like any southern girl, Rogue believed that food was the key to unity.

Popping open the refrigerator, she looked for something to drink. Her eyes, which had held a bit of light a moment ago, now fell into a sullen glare at the frost cover food. Bobby. She scoffed mentally. Froze everythang. Again.

She bent over, hoping to find that the Iceman's wrath hadn't spread to the rest of the refrigerator's contents. Pushing past the frozen peas and carrots she realized that he had indeed put everything in there on a chill.

Closing the door, she turned around to see a pair of glowing red eyes staring at her. She narrowed her own at him, sending the malicious glare that she had mastered so well. "S'cuse me, chere," he said, pushing past her.

She didn't leave. But she knew that she sure as hell didn't want to be staying. His temper was always affected by food. "Oh, mon Dieu. Crap!" He slammed the door, giving a distinct slap of rubber sealing to fill the room. Ya really are a horrible person, girl. She thought to herself.

"Somethin' wrong, Cajun?" She asked, feigning innocence as best she could.

"Y'know full well what's wrong. De damn Popsicle froze ev'ryt'in in here."

She could hear the pout that wanted to come through his tough façade. "Well, Cajun, go buy somethin'." She leaned against the door jamb and faced him. "It's only eleven thirty. I'm sure somethin's open."

The look on his face was utterly priceless. Very rarely did anyone ask the Prince of Thieves to do his own shopping and it showed by the blatant shocked the flashed on his features.

"Rogue, could ya do us all a favor and move? I'm hungry," said a feminine voice with a light British accent from behind her.

Rogue stepped inot the kitchen and hopped up on a counter as Remy made for the door. She could see the obvious hunch in his shoulders as a sign of defeat.

Aura Southern walked into the room carrying an air of attitude about her. "What's wrong with you?" She asked Gambit as he passed her. "No food, cherie. All de good stuffs frozen."

"What?!" Rogue swore she saw feathers shoot out from the girl's fine white wings as she screamed. "No. Bloody. Food?! Well, I need to eat dammit! You there," she said pointing at Gambit. "Go and buy some!"

"What?! Why Remy got t'go?! S'not my job!!"

"Well, Swamp Rat, if ya wanna eat, ya gunna have ta." Rogue said, smirking from her perch.

She felt triumphant, victorious, she could hear the high-angelic choir trumpeting her superiority. And all because she didn't have to drive.

"What the hell is going on in here?" A gruff voice came from the door.

"Oh..uh…hey there, Logan." Aura said with a squeak.

"Jus' be wantin' some food. De Iceman from ev'ry't'in in dere. Was just about t'take d'ese two lovely ladies shopping fo' some mo'." Gambit let his gaze slink over to the corner where the two girls had placed themselves.

"That the truth?" Wolverine asked with examining eyes.

"Yes, sir." Yet another voice chimed in. Jake Jirrato walked into the kitchen that seemed to be getting smaller by the minute. "I heard every word."

"Suck up." Rogue muttered from under her breath. Only to be followed by a not-so-subtle "Suck on Logan," from Aura.

Logan chose to ignore the comment. "Well. Take Jake with ya, Gumbo."

Rogue's eyes widened. This was going to be one long trip.

gets betterer i swear! GO TO NEXT CHAPPIE!