A/N: Don't ask. LOL Even expecting it, I'm still bitter. Took three hours of my best friend forcing (well not really forcing) all the good S1 shipper moments down my throat before I finally calmed down. So I guess I'm alluding to spoilers for Designate This in this.
I'm displaying my age in this drabble.. I grew up on the X-Men. Just look at my handle! LOL As a teenager Rogue and Remy were my ideal of a tragic romance.. **grump** Who'd have thought that'd come back and bite me in the rump a decade plus later, eh?
Just a little, unbetaed drabble for the masses, mostly to assure myself my muse isn't going to hang herself after tonight. She's very sensitive to my emotional balances.. which are rather unbalanced at the moment. LOL Anyway, is meant to be funny. Enjoy.
They're not mine, I just like to borrow them sometimes and mutate their inner voices. What can I say? It's fun. :)
X What?
"So we deal with it. Consider yourself Rogue, and me, Gambit."
"What?"
"Pre-pulse comic book. X-Men."
"X what?"
"X-Men. The story of mutants fighting to make the world safe for all life."
"Whatever."
Logan sidled up to Max, careful that his skin not touch hers. "Think of it as a role. You're Rogue. Your mutant power prevents you from having direct skin contact with me, Gambit."
Max frowned. "You callin' me a mutant?"
"Could be fun."
"You're whack."
"I prefer to think of myself as kinky."
Max half smiled, moving to the door. "Night, Logan."
"Night, Rogue."
End.