Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction so, hopefully I am good enough. I have a few chapters already written, but just need to figure out how to link them all into each other. As you begin to read the story, you will see song titles in bold. I wrote this story thinking somewhat along the lines to a movie soundtrack. I love all types of music, and believe stories would be very boring without them. So, if you have the song, play it to the scene.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Marvel characters, song selections, or movie references. Hope no one sews me!

(You Really Got a Hold on Me – The Miracles)

It was 11:30pm the same night. Rogue had just finished her Psych paper and had entered mansion's kitchen looking for a midnight snack wearing a black hooded sweatshirt and grey sweatpants with her socks. She was looking in the fridge and she saw a bag of green grapes and a tub of cool whip. "Healthy and sweet at the same time." She thought to herself. Reaching in and grabbing the two items with gloved hands she turned and set them on the island behind her.

After shutting the fridge, she walked over to the other side of the island, and pushed herself up onto the counter. Pulling off the lid to the cool whip container, and opening the bag of grapes, she reached in to pull a grape out, but stopped herself. Realizing she was by herself, she decided to take off her gloves to save them from the whip topping damage that was about to happen. Then, once again she went for a grape, dipped it in the cool whip, and popped it in her mouth. She smiled to herself at the taste, swinging her legs out and in, started to go for another when Remy walked in the kitchen side door.

"You're home early." She said quietly, dipping another grape in the container and throwing it into her mouth.

"Yeah." He replied with a sigh, tossing his keys on the counter, and taking off his black sport jacket laying it next to his keys leaving him dressed in a dark, blood red dress shirt and black pants and shoes.

"Oh what happened? Jessica Rabbit didn't fall for your Cajun spice?" She said making a pouting face, and talking in baby talk.

He gave her a "Pfiff" and walked over to the fridge to grab a bottled water, twisting off the cap, "What do you got there chere?" Looking over her shoulder to see hear holding a round white container.

"Nothin' for you." She replied back quickly as he walked back to stand next to her, pushing himself up on the counter to sit next to her. He then reached over and snatched the container out of her hand. She gave him that stern look that she learned from Logan probably and then reached for her gloves that were next to her.

"It's okay chere, Remy be careful." Nodding to the food and her gloves.

"Are ya sure?" She asked questionably.

"Yeah." He replied back with a nod. "We'll take turns." She gave him a smile that he knew that it met the world to her for what he just said. Remy was one person straight from the beginning, never shied away from her and her absorbing powers. She was grateful for that.

"So, what happened tonight?" She asked him reaching in the grape bag.

"I don't know, we went to dinner, movie, same old, same old, but she just did something that annoyed me."

"You? You got annoyed by a girl?" She said leaning her head to the side looking at him dumbfounding. "Didn't think that was possible. What did she do?

"I don't know?" reaching for his water next to him and taking a swig.

"What? Did she not invite you over to watch Skin-a-Max or something?"

"Ya know what? For someone who cannot touch people you sure talk about sex a lot?" He said quickly turning his head towards her. Rogue stared at him for a minute, and then turned to put her gloves back on. "What no comeback?" Remy said quickly once again regretting the words that just simply slipped out of his mouth.

"Your not my favorite person right now?" She said pushing herself off the counter.

"Yeah, well, maybe Remy should take you out instead. Get all that built up frustration out." He said, smirking towards her hoping he would get something out of her, he was grateful when it came finally.

"How bout, thanks, but not if my life depended on it." She said putting her hands on her hips facing him.

"Well, Remy tried." He sighed pushing himself off the counter, grabbing his coat, keys, and water. "Remy off to bed chere, and don't worry petite, Remy be sleeping commando tonight."

Walking up to the island to put their snack away, "Don't worry Cajun, so will Ah." His smile then got bigger turning away from her to walk out to the kitchen and to his room.

Two weeks had passed since Rogue had received her punishment to help Remy in the mansion's garage. Remy was wearing his favorite pair of work jeans and a black t-shirt, jacking up the van to change a flat tire.

Rogue was sitting with her back to him, dressed in her black garb, eating some pretzel rods out of a bag, and reading a mechanics magazine, flipping the pages. Kitty had gotten her acceptance to NYU the other day. Rogue was very happy for her, but yet bummed because she still had no clue what she was going to do. As she flipped another page, she then flipped it back seeing an add that caught her attention. It was an add for a mechanics school in Phoenix. She read its little blurbs about their two year program, and class details.

"Hey Remy, can Ah ask you something?" Rogue said to him, her back still to him.

"Yeah?" He said struggling with the car jack system.

"On a scale from one to ten, ten being good.."

"Remy a ten chere."

"No! Not that! How would you rate me, rate me in a mechanic's perspective?" She asked him still looking down at the magazine article, waiting for his response.

"Usually a nine, but today a six because you are just sitting there and watching Remy work." He said with a grunt.

"It's called management what Ah'm doing right now, but seriously a nine?" She said questioning him to his answer, as she turned in her stool to face him.

"Yes, seriously a nine. MERDE!" The car jack broke, and Remy threw the part that was left in his hand to side of the garage. "Why you askin'?" He said walking towards her.

Shrugging her shoulder, "Just curious." She turned around quickly turning the page of the add so that he wouldn't notice it. He reached for pretzel rod, and turned around leaning against the work bench looking at the van.

"Just curious eh? You being curious is never a GOOD GOD!" Remy quickly changing his attitude and pushing himself up on the table.

"What?" Rogue looked up at him as she was still sitting in her stool wondering what that was all about.

"That was one large rat that just ran by." He said looking across the garage floor.

Coughing on her pretzel rod, and turning to look over the floor as he was, "Remy quit joking around. HOLY SHIT!" She yelled out jumping onto her stool, then onto the work bench. "That thing is the size of Master Splinter!"

After a minute of silence, "Now what?" he asked her.

"You're the guy, go kill it or something?" As she waived her hand at him to get down and take care of the pest problem.

"Oh no. Remy does snakes and alligators, but not rats." He said shaking his head to her. "Besides, you're the Marilyn Manson lover, you do it."

"No way." She gave him the look that pretty much meant "are you stupid or something."

"Fine." Remy said jumping back down, and off the work bench. She watched him walk to the other side of the van by the stack of new tires he was supposed to switch out today, and shaking the tire stack with his hand, and then the so-called rat ran by his foot. Remy quickly turned towards the work bench once more and prompt himself back up on top of the work bench to sit next to Rogue. "Remy thinks we should just wait it out?"

An hour and half later.

"You know one should never eat pretzel rods without something to drink." Rogue said, now sitting next to Remy, Indian style, still on top of the work bench. He had one leg propped up with his arm around it and the other leg hanging over the edge.

"Yeah. All Remy can taste right now is salt." He said laughingly.

The song on the radio ended and new one began, and Rogue started to laugh out loud at the tune.

"What is so funny chere?" He asked her looking over towards her direction.

"Ah just haven't heard this song in a long time. Don't you remember the movie?" Remy listened to the tune and shook his head with a "no". "The Karate Kid!" She said looking at him like he was clueless. "Ah used to have the biggest crush on Ralph Macchio."

"Really? Remy never thought you would have crushes petite?" He said nudging her so that she swayed opposite of him.

"Ha. Ha. Like a knight in shining armor.." Rogue belted out along to the tune. "Sorry, Ah love that part."

"So, was it just this Ralph guy or was there someone else?" Putting his leg down and over the edge like the other one.

"Ricky Schroeder from Silver Spoons. He got better with age ya know, NYPD Blue." She said shifting her legs to match Remy's. "What about you? No teen beat crushes?" She nudged him back like he did to her previously.

"Kelly from Saved by the Bell." He said looking down at his knees, both hands on the bench. "Oh, and Remy had a slight thing for Alyssa Milano too."

Rogue laughed. "What guy didn't?" she stated. "Okay? Who would be on your five freebie card?"

"Five freebie card?" He looked over to her like she was from a different planet.

"Ya know from Friends. Ross and Rachel make up a five freebie card of a celebrities that they would get to cheat on while dating each other and get away with it. The five freebie card." Rogue finished her explanation, waiting for his answer.

"Five freebie card, huh?" She nodded at him, and he gave a sigh. "Well…1. Charlize Theron, 2. Evangline Lily, from LOST, 3. Angelina Jolie, the lips, 4. Scarlett Johansson, and 5. Pamela Andersen and Carmen Elektra." He finally finished.

"That's six."

"Well, Pamela and Carmen would be together so, that would be one. Your turn." He nudged her as she rolled his eyes to his statement.

Taking in a deep breath, "Okay. 1. Mark from Blink 182, 2. The Rock, the eye thing, 3. Josh Holloway, Sawyer from Lost, it's the eyes, 4. The guy from Unfaithful, Oliver Martinez, the eyes, and 5. 5. 5. Vince Vaughn, Ah like his.."

"Eyes?" Remy finished for her, but his answer was wrong.

"No. The way he talks in his movies, he kind of rambles on. Yeah well, you guys figure that out while I put on the thong song." She finished quoting the line from one of the actor's film.

"What?" He asked her all confused.

"Dodgeball. Ah love that part." She said. "Okay, if you could have any power, and you can't say yours," pointing at him as she talked, "what would it be?"

"Any power?" Looking over the garage, thinking to himself. "Teleportation, like Kurt."

"Really?"

"Yeah, think about it chere." Leaning over and waiving a hand in front of her face. "You get sick of the snow, and poof, Hawaii." Looking down at her with a smile.

"You do realize Kurt can only go approximately two miles every time he teleports." She said making think about his answer.

"So, not Hawaii, but Florida, your turn."

"To be telekinetic." Rogue said to him as sure as anything.

"Is this have to do with a certain Shades?" He asked her teasingly.

"No." Looking at him if he was from Mars. "Ah personally hate it when Ah get into bed and get settled and cozy, and then Ah realize that Ah don't have my damn TV remote." He laughed to her explanation. "It really is quite annoying."

"What power would you not want to have, and you can't say yours petite?" Doing the same gesture as she did to him earlier.

"Not mine, huh? That is easy! To be telepathic, if that's possible?" Wondering to herself, if she could have one ability, but not the other.

"Why is that chere?"

"Think about it, saying if my situation was a little different, your sittin' there making out with your boyfriend, in your case your daily selection." Nodding in his direction.

"Thank you." He said to her for her to notice that he doesn't swing that way.

"Your welcome…and all he is thinking is what is on Jay Leno. That would not be a good thing." She finished. "Your gonna probably say mine are the worst to have." As her smile faded from her face.

"No." She looked up at him wondering where he was going with this. "Remy was actually going to say a shape shifter."

"A shape shifter?"

"Uhhh, yeah. That could really get confusing. Are you a guy or are you a girl? A guy could get pregnant ya know!"

"Your so stupid sometimes, do ya know that?"

"Only when you tell me chere." He simply stated. "Favorite movie?"

"Easy, Gone With The Wind. Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler, hands down." She spread her hands threw the air in front of her.

"Didn't he leave her in the end?"

"Obviously, you haven't read or seen the sequel?" She stated to him sarcastically. "Besides, its not the great love story, even though it is a good love story. Ah mean, first Scarlett thinks she loves Ashley, but Ashley is in love with Melanie, which everyone loves Melanie, even Rhett, but its all about the staircase."

"Staircase?" He said mono-toned.

"Yes, the staircase." Hitting him in the shoulder, trying for him to get a clue. "The scene in the movie. Neither one of them have meet yet, but as she comes down the staircase, in the white and green dress, and he is at the bottom, looking up at her." Remy looking at her if she was nuts. "There is a moment there!" She spat out at him, him laughing to her reaction.

Looking back at her green eyes as the silence went over both of them. "Ya know chere?"

"What?" She said wondering were this was going, all of sudden she felt a little awkward around him, but why? She had this feeling once before, the first time they met, at the pier. He was on the wrong side, but he still made her stop in her tracks.

"You should…" Remy was cut off by the sound of a motorcycle pulling up to the garage. Logan pulled in on his bike, breaking the two's conversation up. He came to stop, looking up at both of them threw his helmet, and then pulling it off.

"Ah should get going, Ah got some things to do." Rogue said to Remy as she pushed herself of the table, and walked out the side door, leaving the two men. Logan still staring at the Cajun sitting on the table.

"There was a big rat." That is all he could come up with to the Canadian. Logan still said nothing.

"Huge, fangs," gesturing the fangs with his hands, "freaky eyes." Waiving a hand over his eyes.

That night, after doing some research online, she filled out a school application.