Author Note(s): I'm having too much fun with the funny stuff. I need to get the plot rolling. Haha. Of course, the first few chapters are going to be funny then it all goes on it's head. :)
I don't own X-Men: Evolution.
Rogue had successfully avoided the Cajun the rest of the morning and was entering the cafeteria with Kitty. Kitty was going on about how confused she was about her love life. Some guy named Lance and, Rogue quoted, "A quiet, Russian hunk" named Piotr. Rogue couldn't help but roll her eyes as Kitty carried on as they got their food. As they looked for their friends, someone came up behind Rogue.
"Hey, chere," he purred. "Remy missed ya."
"Swamp Rat, if ya don' back up, yer gonna regret it!" Rogue snarled, refusing to look at the boy. Kitty looked from one to the other, raising an eyebrow in examination.
"Aw, can't mon River Rat humor Remy?" He asked lowly.
"Ah'd neva humor the likes of ya, Cajun," Rogue snapped, grabbing Kitty's arm (balancing her tray) and storming off. Remy smirked, loving how her hips just seemed to swing more when she was annoyed. Before he could continue his chase, he was blocked by a tall, tan boy that was definitely buff. His black hair was neat and trim and his blue eyes stared down at Remy.
"Comrade, just vhat are you doing?" He asked in a thick Russian accent.
"Mon ami, Remy jus' flirtin' wid a belle femme," he informed him.
"Vell, let us eat first, da?" The Russian suggested.
"Fine, Piotr," Remy groaned as Piotr escorted him to a table with John, who was waving like a maniac. Remy craned his neck to see where Rogue was sitting. Piotr examined his friend. He was acting differently with this girl than his usual "prey." Deciding to do a test, Piotr spoke.
"So, vhat is her name?" He asked.
"De fille say Rogue, but Remy looked it up," Remy said, not looking at Piotr. "Her name's Anna Marie Darkholme. Nom agréable pour une belle fille." He finally spotted her. Clear on the other side of the cafeteria. Remy let out a groan of disappointment. He wouldn't even be able to send her suggestive winks at that distance! He sat down beside John, shoulders slumped. Piotr sat down across from him, still examining the Cajun. John put an arm around Remy's shoulder, not paying attention to his friend's mannerisms.
"So, Piotr, ya wouldn' believe what our mate Remy here has been up ta!" He told Piotr. Piotr was curious. John and Remy shared most of their morning classes. "So, he's all tied up bout one Sheila! Multiple sheilas tried ta flirt with 'im, but y'know what?! Remy, mate, he just shrugged them off!"
"Mon Dieu, John!" Remy exclaimed. "I just don' feel like it today!"
"Oh, that's right, mate," John said. "That's why all history class you kept peeving off the new girl, yeah. She bailed out of class like that." Remy leaned back, removing John's arm. He might as well deal with it. He put on a cocky smirk, opening his arms.
"Mais, Remy can't resist a challenge from a beau," he stated.
"I see, comrade," Piotr said, a small smirk on his face. Hopefully this new girl will teach Remy a lesson in respecting women.
"She nearly has him whipped, mate!" John laughed. Remy glared at him, scowling. No woman was capable of whipping a LeBeau! Well, maybe his brother, but definitely not him! If anything, Rogue would be begging to get in bed with him by the end of the week!
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"So, has like, LeBeau been bothering you?" Kitty asked as the two sat down. Rogue scowled, slamming her tray down.
"Don' even mention thaht swamp rat's nahme!" She growled, sitting down in a huff. Scott Summers, the brown haired boy with matching eyes and dressed prep spoke up. Once he was done staring into Jean's eyes.
"Wait, is that jerk bothering you, Rogue?" He asked, automatically sounding like a big brother.
"It ain't nothin' Ah can't handle, Scott," Rogue reassured him. "Ah'll probably end up punchin' him by the end of the day."
"Ja! Go Rogue!" The enthusiastic German member of her new "family" exclaimed. His dark blue hair was shaggy and cute and Rogue almost felt like he was her younger brother already. His blue eyes gleamed as he schemed. "Dat schweinhund needz to learn hiz place."
"Now, Kurt, no need to curse in a foreign language," Jean scolded. Kurt frowned, crossing his arms.
"But he iz a-"
"Kurt," Jean said warningly.
"Fine," Kurt sighed, defeated.
"Lucky, he's flirting with you," Tabitha sighed. "I tried in math but he just shrugged me off." She put her fork to her mouth thinking. Then, she dropped the utensil, eyes widening in realization. "Oh. My. God. Rogue."
"Whaht?!" Rogue asked, worried about what was about to come. Kitty looked at Tabitha then realized it too.
"Like, Rogue, this so is not good," she agreed.
"Whaht?!" Rogue asked again. Jean cleared her throat, getting attention on her.
"You've become LeBeau's project," she told her. "This only happens once in a while."
"Like, yeah, there's a girl that's like, super stubborn," Kitty started.
"And he turns all of his sexiness and flirtation onto her," Tabitha finished.
"Ya'll are joking," Rogue hoped, giving a weak smile.
"No, Rogue," Jean said remorsefully. "He's stopped flirting with just anyone."
"He's like, only paying attention to you," Kitty informed her.
"Have fun with that!" Tabitha said, smiling and slapping Rogue on the back as she left the table. Rogue sat their blankly.
"Rogue? Are you okay?" Scott asked, putting a hand on her shoulder and gently shook her. Rogue groaned and put her head down on the table.
"Ah hate mah lahfe," she muttered. Kurt put a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.
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Rogue had managed to get out of the cafeteria before the Cajun could get her. Rogue walked to her next class, frustration written all over her face. She stopped at her locker to get her book out, hoping it wouldn't take too long. That perverse stalker probably knew where her locker was. She quickly got her books and slammed it shut in annoyance.
"chere?" Rogue heard that irritable voice. She glared at him as he leaned against the lockers, thinking he was God's gift to women. He smirked and pushed off of the lockers, walking closer to her. "So, can Remy walk you ta class now?" He practically purred.
"No," Rogue answered, turning to leave. He followed. After a few more strides, Rogue turned, angered. "Don' ya hafta get ta yer own class?!" He smirked and held up his textbook. Chemistry. Same as her. Of course! And how cliché! He probably planned it. Yes. Rogue glared at him and he gave her bedroom eyes. She turned in a huff, deciding to ignore him. Of course, he didn't help that matter.
"Rogue-chere," he purred in her ear. She felt his hot breath on her neck and resisted the shiver that wanted to travel up her spine. "Why you always angry at dis Cajun?"
"Mahybeh cause 'dis Cajun' don' know how ta take uh hint!" Rogue growled back. Remy chuckled, walking up beside her.
"Oh, Remy knows how ta take a hint," he said with a wink. Rogue felt herself flush and her steps became more agitated. She refused to look the cocky Cajun in the eye.
"chere?" Remy said, smirking a bit. "Y'got a fever dere?"
"None a' yer business, Swamp Rat!" Rogue snarled at him, entering the chemistry room. Everyone was staring at the pair. Obviously Remy's new project news had spread like wildfire. She groaned and rolled her eyes, taking a seat in the back. Remy smirked and followed her, scaring the occupant of the seat beside her to move. Rogue put her head on the table and repetitively tapped it.
"Whah meh, whah meh, whah meh," she said in synced with the taps.
"Now, chere, you keep dat up and you gonna hurt yourself," Remy commented, pulling her up into a sitting position. "Good choice in seating, chere," he complimented as she glared at him. He still had yet to remove his hands from her shoulders. "De teachere won' notice too much, oui?" He purred suggestively. That was it. Rogue clenched her hand into a fist, ready to lay him flat. And not in the way he wanted.
"Rogue!" Kurt called, entering the room and waving. Remy glared at the young German, frowning. Rogue smiled and wave back, getting out of the Cajun's grip.
"Hey Kurt!" She said and Remy looked at her. He couldn't ignore that smile. He felt himself melt then froze. Wait. Remy LeBeau does not melt. Women melt for Remy LeBeau. Not the other way around. While he was dazed, Rogue shoved him off of his stool so Kurt could sit beside her. Remy stood up, brushing himself off and glaring at the younger boy.
"Come, comrade," Piotr said, walking over to Remy and putting a hand on his shoulder. "You can sit vit me." Remy shrugged. It was only the first day. He'd hack the seating chart so he'd be Rogue's partner. It was chemistry, after all.
Kurt watched as Piotr and Remy walked off to take another seat. Kurt stuck his tongue out at Remy's back. Rogue laughed slightly.
"Kurt, you are mah knight in shinin' armor," she said, ruffling his hair like an older sister would.
"I do vhat I can," Kurt replied, smiling awkwardly. "Zo, if you ever vant zomeone to pull a prank on him, just ask me." Kurt nodded affirmatively. Rogue smiled and her eyes trailed over to where Remy sat. He was leaning back, shuffling a deck of cards in one hand, a pout on his face. The pout was cute. Too bad he was a jerk. And a womanizer. Probably had every STD in the book. Remy looked at her, and smirked, seeing her looking right at him. Rogue gave him a hard glare which he returned with a flirtatious wink. Rogue then proceeded to roll her eyes and looked at the board as the teachere spoke. Remy was about to write another meaningless note but Piotr stopped him, forcing him to pay attention to the teachere.
Of course, when the Russian giant wasn't watching, Remy would slip a few glances at Rogue. Whenever he caught her eye, he'd give a smirk and/or a wink. It depended on what he felt like. Each time, her beautiful eyes were harden and return to the teachere. Remy would then do a half-smirk, half-smile and return to acting like he was paying attention. He couldn't wait for the class to end.
Finally, the bell sounded and everyone was putting their stuff together. Piotr grabbed Remy's collar and proceeded to drag him out of the door but Remy was able to break out of his friend's grip and leaned against the wall smoothly. He smirked and gave Piotr a look that said 'Nu-uh, mon ami.' Piotr looked at Remy then at Rogue and Kurt. He shrugged and rolled his eyes, leaving the room.
Rogue had been hoping that the guy that was with Remy was going to be successful in dragging the annoyance out but to no avail. He leaned against the wall, giving her 'come here' eyes. Rogue looked at Kurt with an exasperated look and Kurt rolled his eyes. She leaned over to Kurt and muttered,
"Mahybeh Ah should turn the tables on him." Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Go for it," he said, grinning from ear to ear. He then proceeded to talk to the teachere and the two left the room. Rogue smirked and sauntered over to the Cajun in the empty room.
Remy was completely taken aback by the change. He thought she was hot before but that swish to her hips just added to her sexiness. She stopped a foot from him and put a finger on his chest.
"Ya waitin' on li'l ole me?" She asked in a seductive purr. Remy felt his throat go dry and he slowly nodded. That look on her face was just too damn sexy. He quickly regained his composure and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him.
"Oui, chéri," he whispered in a husky voice. He leaned into her, wanting to taste those purple, plump lips. Suddenly, his head crashed against the wall, Rogue's gloved hand tangled in his hair. Remy lost his grip and Rogue took a step back as the Cajun cursed and rubbed the back of his head. Rogue crossed her arms and popped her hip out, glaring at him.
"Keep ya filthy hands ta yaself," she growled. "Don' mess with meh, Swamp Rat!"
"chere, dat was cruel," Remy practically whimpered. Rogue scoffed and adjusted her bag, leaving the room. Remy, being Remy, did not get the message and followed her, despite the splitting headache and the need for pain reliever. "Could you kiss it and make it better, chere?" Remy turned the tables. Rogue groaned, looking up at the ceiling.
"No, Swamp Rat," she growled.
"Den can we continue where we left off?" He purred as much as he could with his head splitting. "Ow..." He winced, rubbing his head. Rogue frowned, feeling a little guilty now. Okay, he deserved it, but she still felt guilty. She turned and looked at him. He was in some serious pain. She saw a bench nearby. She grabbed his arm, surprising the Cajun. She pointed to the bench..
"Sit," she ordered. He complied, still holding his sore head. She bent down and examined the place that had hit the wall. She had been careful that he wouldn't get an eyeful of her cleavage though.
"Yup, I got ya good, Swamp Rat," she commented, seeing the goose egg.
"Vous me recevez toujours bon," he muttered, trying not to ogle her bosom, knowing he might receive the same punishment. Well, maybe worse. Probably worse.
"Whaht was thaht?" Rogue asked, pulling away.
"Not'in," Remy said quickly.
"Uh-huh," Rogue said, disbelievingly. She then cupped his face in her hands and examined his eyes. Before the two knew what they were doing, they were just staring into each others eyes, completely mesmerized.
"See, mate! See!" John yelled, pointing at the two and breaking the moment. Piotr stood beside him, looking at the two quizzically. "I told ya! I told ya!"
"Shut up!" Remy growled at the two, embarrassed and annoyed. Rogue stood straight up and Remy was immediately even angrier. She patted him on the shoulder.
"Well, ya ain't got a concussion," she stammered out. "Just a big ol' goose egg on the back of yer head! All ya need is some pain meds an' some ice!" She quickly started to walk off. Remy ignored the laughing and pointing coming from John as he stood up and followed her. His head pounded though as he stood and he winced, ignoring it.
"chere! Wait!" He called, catching up with her. "How 'bout you assist Remy ta de nurses office and be his nurse?" He smirked and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ah can't believe ya, Swamp Rat!" Rogue snarled. "I just slammed ya head inta a wall and yer still makin' lewd comments! Don' ya ever get tired a' listenin' ta yerself?!"
"Not when it's about you, chere," Remy replied coyly.
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Last two lines are taken from the 90s X-Men. Gambit is so hilarious. :)