A/N: Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year. Which is why I'm writing this story.

In the spirit of the season of giving, I would appreciate it if someone would give me the rights to X Men Evolution. But, as of right now, I do not own X Men Evo.

"No." Rogue said.

There are just some things a girl will not do- and this was one of those things. She would like to preserve some sense of dignity. After all the stuff Pryde had put her through already, she was done. Heck to the no.

Kitty's blue eyes widened—big and glossy like a kid staring longingly through a window at that glitter dusted Christmas train set.

"For crap's sake, Kitty," Rogue threw a pillow at Kitty's desperate expression, before returning to her copy of A Christmas Carol (yes, she had gotten into the spirit quite a bit this year… but flipping through the pages… she felt like she'd experienced a parallel venture in an alternate time line or something… totally weird… but she shuddered the thought off and kept a readin').

Kitty snatched the pillow away from her face. "Rogue!" Her arms crossed over her chest. "This is like… important."

"I said no."

"But—"

"No."

Kitty huffed—her lower lip stuck out in a pout (accentuated by the Cranberry lip stain she'd bought specifically for the season) and she planted her hands on her hips. She pulled her ponytail up higher on her head, ready for a showdown. If she won't listen to reason…

"I'll tell Logan about the time—"

"He already knows."

Crap. Kitty frowned in puzzlement. Blackmailing plans foiled, her mind scurried to scheme.

"Remy said he would do it."

"All the more reason for me not to." Rogue murmured from behind her book, not looking up for a fraction of a second. She turned a page between the red leather binding, her sparkly dark green nails catching the light from one of the mansion's many Christmas trees. Kitty gave her the stare down.

"It's in the spirit of the holidays!"

Rogue sighed. Her eyes shut. Slowly, setting a red and green marker between the pages, she shut the book, exhaling deeply. She was still getting the stare down. She pinched the bridge of her nose. She didn't want to. She really didn't want to. How many more times would she get dragged into this nonsense before she enforced her right to freedom of will?

Meanwhile, Kitty had gone into some stoic lecture about the spirit of giving and blah blah blah blah… And Rogue would never ever hear the end of it if she didn't… oh geez. It was happening again.

"If it will make you stop talking, then fine."

Kitty beamed, clapping her hands like she had just put the star on top of the tree.

Meanwhile

"But… you do not have a talent." Piotr said. He didn't mean it as an insult—it was kind of just one of those things that slipped out without being filtered first. Remy slapped his hand over his heart, deeply wounded. How could he say such a thing?

"I'll have you know, I won that contest that one time."

"That was a small scale talent search. In the mall," Piotr said, gently. "You were up against a six year old and a senior citizen."

"Hey," Remy snapped. "That kid was vicious and that grandmother was a beast. I'm telling you, she was just ferocious—I'm talking cut throat."

Piotr blinked. "You won for walking to the center of the stage and winking."

"Hey. Don't disrespect the smolder."

Piotr rubbed his hands down his face. He did not know what was worse: that Remy had just made a Tangled reference, or that he knew that Remy was making a Tangled reference. Clearly, living with Kitty had rubbed off on them.

Remy had strolled to the mirror, smoldering to himself to make sure he had not lost his unmatched talent. Of course, he hadn't. How could he when he was that gorgeous? He smoothed his eyebrows before continuing. Piotr rolled his eyes in the background at Remy's all-consuming vanity/ OCD.

"You had one eye in the mirror, as you watched yourself go by."

"And all the girls dreamed that they'd be my partner." Remy winked at himself again.

"But apricot is not your color."

"It really isn't." He contemplated his clear olive skin for a moment.

They looked at each other in horror.

"Too much time with Kitty—"

"Indeed." Piotr said. Not that he minded, but her affinity for oldies and strange knack for color coordinating were, well, eccentricities.

Remy went back to admiring himself, before snapping his fingers.

"I've got it."

"Got what?" Pete's brow wrinkled.

"I know what our talent is."

"What?"

"For the show."

"But I have not even given my consent."

"We just need some other chumps to—"

"I do not think I want to be one of those chumps."

"It'll be perfect."

"Remy."

But Rems was already half way to the door, pulling that signature trench coat over his sexy man shoulders.

"You're the best Petey. I'm telling you." He pointed at him like Piotr was just doing him a solid. "The Chaton is going to love you forever."

"But—" the door was already slamming. He sighed. This would surely make a proper idiot of him.

A/N: So, I just realized these chapters will probably be pretty short. But, on the bright side, updates should be quick=) I don't own the lyrics to "You're So Vain"

Anddddd… if this didn't give you enough Christmas joy, check out my other Christmas story "An Xmas Carol" ;)

Review guys. Please. It will bring joy to my world.