Chapter 2
Road Trip
"Are you sure, Rogue?" Ororo asked uncertainly as she stared at the ticket in her hand. Rogue nodded and pushed her out the door.
"Of course Ah'm sure, sugah!" she exclaimed with a wide smile, too wide in Storm's opinion. "Ya'll just go t' this here spa an' relax fo' a few. Ah'm sure ya need th' vacation more than Ah do."
"I don't know, I have a lot of work to do--"
"All th' mo' reason t' go!" Rogue interrupted her musing. Her expression softened into a more sincere look, and her tone dropped the urging as she encouraged her friend. "'Ro, you've been workin' yo'self t' death. Please, if anyone deserves this mini-vacation, it's you. Besides, yo' only gonna be gone a few days!"
Ororo heaved a huge breath of air. Rogue was right! She had been working herself to the bone lately, and she was in some serious need of relaxing. Besides, she couldn't remember when the last time she went to a spa was! This would do her some good.
"Alright, I'll go," she said. Rogue inwardly sighed in relief and opened the car door, pushing the white-haired woman into the driver's seat.
"Great!" Rogue smiled broadly. "Now, ya'll go an' have some fun, an' Ah want all th' details when ya come back!"
"Alright, Rogue." Storm chuckled as she started the car. "If anything should come up--"
"Don't worry!" Rogue cut her off. "Ah'll call ya if we need ya, sug. Now go!"
"I'll be back in three days!" Storm called as she rode away, waving at the southerner. Rogue waved back, a smirk replacing her smile when Storm was out of sight.
"That's what you think, sugah."
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"Come on, mon ami," Gambit encouraged, guiding Wolverine to his bike. "Gambit hear dis da best place f'r cage fightin'!"
"Hmph! I ain't never heard o' no cage fightin' in Westchester!"
"New York's a big place, ain't it?" Remy smirked. "Ain't likely da locals take too much pride in lettin' people know 'bout deir rougher side. An' anyway, y' been outta da game f'r a while now, Wolvie, Remy t'ink it be time y' show ev'ryone y' still got it!"
"Fine," Logan grunted finally. Remy was right, he had been out of the game for a while now. He should show everyone that the Wolverine was still in action! "But what's with the spa ticket, Cajun? I ain't some woman!"
"'Course no'!" Gambit looked appalled at the mere thought. Wouldn't you be too though? Wolverine in drag was not a pretty mental picture. "Bu' dere be lots o' femmes in da spa. Gambit jus' t'inkin' maybe Wolvie be wantin' t' unwind after all dat fightin'."
The suggestive tone let Wolverine know exactly what Gambit meant by "unwind". He didn't comment, merely snorted. Well, it had been a while since he had a woman. What could it hurt?
"Ya'd better be right about this place, Cajun, or else..." he let the threat trail off, unsheathing his claws to finish the sentence instead. Remy didn't look as scared as he probably ought too, but he did back away a few steps and smile nervously.
"Don' worry, mon ami, Remy have good sources."
"Hmph."
Logan kick-started the bike and drove away without so much as a goodbye. Remy watched him go, arms crossed and brow raised.
"Well, dat was rude."
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"He gone, sugah?" Rogue asked when Remy walked into the mansion. She and the other matchmakers surrounded her. The Cajun smirked and kissed Rogue before answering.
"Oui, he jus' took off. Didn' say goodbye or not'in', very rude, chere."
"What do you expect?" Scott asked rhetorically. "It's Wolverine!"
"Anyway, we should get going," Jean said before Remy could reply and ensue a Wolverine-is-a-bastard conversation with Scott and St. John. "We don't want to get there too late."
"I can't believe I'm saying this..." Amara grimaced, as though the next words left a bad taste in her mouth, which they probably did. "But Jean's right."
Pyro gasped aloud. "Amara!"
She sniffled and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry, fire-heart! I promise never to utter such a thing again!"
"S'alright, love," John comforted, rubbing her back. "S'alright."
"It's not that bad agreeing with me!" Jean mumbled indignantly.
The pyros stared at her silently. Jean frowned.
"What? It's not!"
"Riiight, anyway, let's get goin'!" Rogue spoke up, breaking the silence.
"Right!"
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"Hey, Rogue?" Scott spoke from the backseat.
"Hm?"
"Where'd you get those tickets anyway?"
"Oh, an old friend o' mine!" Rogue smiled into the rear view mirror. "Warren Worthington III."
Remy growled. "Ol' friend Remy's ass!" he mumbled heatedly. Jean shot him a disapproving look, but she was the only one.
"Don't mind him, sugah, Warren an' Ah had a li'l somethin'-somethin' goin' on back in th' day. We're just friends now though, he's got himself a nice mutant gal named Betsy, but Remy just cain't let go o' th' past."
"Maybe Remy wouldn't have such a hard time o' it if his woman didn' know da number o' all her exes!"
"Ah don't know all their numbers," Rogue replied, "just most of 'em."
"Oh, dat makes t'ings a whole lot better!"
"Well, it should!" Rogue replied vehemently.
"Uh, guys?" Amara spoke up.
"Hmph! Only you t'ink so, chere!"
"Guys?" Jean
"Ah'm about t' have anothah ex whose numbah Ah know!" Rogue threatened.
"Guys..." John
"Y' wouldn't leave Remy!" Remy growled. "He mean too much to y'."
"Their gone." Scott
"What makes ya think that?"
The rest of the ride was filled with Remy and Rogue's arguing.
A/N's:
Yes, this chapter is short, but that's because everything's really going to start up next chapter!
