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When the trio had gotten to the airport both Kurt and Amanda were in shock at the fact that Rogue had managed to drive that fast and recklessly, and not get a ticket. Rogue on the other hand was grinning merrily at the fact that they were so scared. And when they went into the check in line and Kurt realized that he had no idea where his luggage was, just about made her day, what really made her day was when Amanda said that she could loan Kurt some clothes. But then again it was even better when after she said that the both of them turned beet red.

But what ruined her day was that she was currently sitting in the plane with Kurt and Amanda on either side of her. And you can just guess what they were doing, couples shit. They were holding hands and staring lovingly into each other's eyes. And they were doing this somehow with Rogue sitting in between them. That and they had been doing that for the past twenty minutes.

" Uhhh…guys ah think that ah'm gonna go to the bathroom, be back soon-ish." Rogue said while waving her hands in front of their faces, trying to get their attention. Noticing that they weren't going to come out of their trance any time soon the sighed and jumped over Amanda who was sitting next to the aisle.

She looked around the plane for someone who would trade seats with her. Her eyes fell on a guy who had two empty seats next to him.

Well here it goes. Either he lets meh sit next to him or ah spend the rest of the time sitting in between the love sick couple.

"Umm hi, can ah sit here?" Rogue asked, while walking up to the man who was sitting alone.

He turned to look at her, but ended up just staring at her.

"Is that a yes?" Rogue asked, getting annoyed at the fact that she knew that his eyes were traveling he length of her body, even though she couldn't see his eyes because of his sunglasses.

Ah swear if he checks meh out one mo' time ah'm gonna chuck him outa' this plane.

"Remy will let you sit here if you tell him your name Cherie." Remy smirked

"Yah talk in third person?"

"Oui."

"Well that ain't odd at all."

"Oui."

"Is that all yah say?"

Ah hate this Cajun.

"Non."

"Quit speakin' French!"

Ah wonder if the pilot would be mad if ah chucked this guy out a' the plane, probably would, gotta resort tah different tactics if ah ever wanna sit. But then again this guy don't deserve meh being nice tah him.

"Non."

"Idiot."

"Cherie don't talk dat way about dis old Cajun. You know amoure him."

"Yeah right." Rogue scoffed.

"I knew I was right Cherie."

"Why ain't yah talkin' in third person anymore? And I don't love yah swamp rat, incase yah didn't get that from my sarcastic tone of voice."

Ah love that look of shock on his face, he probably didn't know that I know French. Wait did I just think love?

"I don't feel like talkin' in third person Cherie, and yah know you do, mon river rat."

"That ain't mah name! Stop speakin' in French! Ah don't love yah, yah stinkin' Cajun!" Rogue screeched.

They both cringed when they heard at least seven people yell at them to shut up. That and three old ladies that were sitting behind them told Rogue to take him back, which made Rogue blush.

"He ain't mah ex-boyfriend, we never even dated, in fact ah just met him. That and he doesn't even know mah name. And even if I was datin' him ah wouldn't take back a swamp rat like him. I would never take him back, ever. Not even if yah paid meh a million dollars! Well maybe if yah paid meh a million dollars, but then ah would just break up with him immediately after."

"I think that can be arranged mon river rat. But I don't like the idea of the automatic breakup. How about you go on a couple of dates with moi and den we see if you still want to break up."

"Ah ain't yah river rat, ah ain't a rat at all, yah on the otha hand are a no good lyin' swamp rat! Now move!" Rogue yelled, while pulling Remy out of his aisle seat and flinging him into the one across from them, causing him to land in some guys lap.

Rogue huffed and sat at the window seat.

How much longer? Why can't this plane ride end? Of all people why was he the only one who had an open seat? Why? Why? Why?

While Rogue was mentally begging the plane to crash Remy slinked back into his own seat. When she noticed this she turned around and faced the window, so he could not see her face.

"Cherie?"

"…"

"Cherie?"

"…"

"Cherie?"

"…"

"Cherie?" Remy repeated while poking her.

Maybe ah should fake sleeping, nah, that won't work, ah was never good at that anyway.

"Cherie." Remy said yet again, while poking her in the stomach.

Rogue meanwhile, just sat.

He pokes meh one more time and he will eithah have a bloody nose or a black and blue eye. Wait how can ah hit him in the eye, he's always wearing those stupid sunglasses ah mean if yah aren't blind then yah have no reason tah always be wearin' sunglasses. Ah mean what's up with the glasses.

Poke. Poke. Poke.

5…Poke…4…Poke…3…Poke…2…Poke…1

Rogue turned around, glared at him, and before he could get a word in she punched him, hard. Not the kind of punch that girls do in cat fights, no she gave him a good whack. His head went flying back at the impact. She had hit him right in the nose and man, was it bloody.

"That was a good punch, can you show me how to punch like that dear?" The old lady who had said that Rogue was Remy's girlfriend asked.

Yah have got tah be kiddin' meh. She wants tah learn how tah punch? And she isn't mad at meh foh punchin' him? Well actually that one ah can live with that.

"Sure. Ok so you clench your fist and well yah just swing, but yah have tah put yahre weight in it." Rogue said, trying to explain it to the woman.

Rogue glanced over at Remy, and saw that blood was gushing from his nose.

Ah guess he wasn't expecting that. Maybe ah should get him some medical attention, ah know that, that lady who was handing out the drinks would be more than happy tah give it tah him. Then he won't be able tah annoy meh.

"Hey, uh…flight attendant person, can yah give the Swamp Rat some medical attention, he got a bloody nose."

The flight attendant looked up from her papers, glanced at Rogue then let gaze rest on Remy who was currently looking absolutely pathetic.

"Oh yes of course, let me just get the medical bag."

Wow, medical bag, real creative name. At least the Swamp Rat is out a' mah hands now.

"Bye Swamp Rat, have fun with the flight attendant." Rogue said, then returned her attention to the old lady "And yeah well that's pretty much it."

Remy pouted, when Rogue turned back around, to look at him.

"No way in hell am ah goin' with yah Swamp Rat. This is yah problem, not mine." Rogue said, guessing what he was asking.

"But Cherie you did dis to me, I don't think the flight attendant would be to happy if she found out that you did dis to me." Remy said while trying not to bleed to much.

"Ugghhh, fine ah'll go with yah. But would yah move, yahre bleedin' on the seats."

"Non, Cherie I think dat you are de one bleeding on the seat."

"Oh shut up Cajun, ah ain't on mah period."

"Are you pregnant den Cherie?"

One minute he's hitting on me and the next he's callin' me fat! Ah don't need this right now.

Rogue slapped him, across the cheak, but also got his nose a bit, she could hear the crack, it sounded a lot like a water bottle crack.. He meanwhile flew back and landed on his but, in the aisle.

Did ah just break his nose? Oh shit this ain't good. Man they might yell at me and then they might tell Kurt and Amanda then ah might have tah get a lecture from them to. Damn, that and his nose broke damn it, ah hope it doesn't hurt. Woah, wiat a second, this isn't blood on mah hand, this is ketchup! And that crack it was a crack of someone smashing up a water bottle. What the heck is that Swmp Rat up tah? Might as well go along with it for now.

"Oh mah god ah am so sorry, is your nose broken?" Rogue asked, while walking over to him so that she was standing in the aisle, next to him.

"Merde Cherie, you pack a punch." Remy replied, clutching his nose that was once again letting out a steady flow of blood.

"Yeah well ah learned from the best."

"Who would de best be?"

"Mah dad, Logan."

"Remind me not to get you agitated again Cherie, I don't feel like having a bloody nose every day."

"Ah'll do that."

Damn, he's got a good poker face .And ah like his company a whole lot more when he has a bloody nose even though it is a fake bloody nose, ah hope he can have a conversation with me that doesn't have anything perverted in it.

"You can do me to, Cherie."

And all chances of a nice conversation are shattered.

"Oh shut up Swamp Rat, or do yah want meh tah kick yah in a certain area."

"Cherie are you sure you don't want to do certain other things with dat area."

"Trust meh Swamp Rat ah am absolutely sure that ah don't want tah do ther things with that area."

Ok, yah are hot but cocky ain't mah type. But then again yah are really hot.

"Ok, I have the first aid kit, ummm sir can you get off of the ground so that I can help you out with your nose, but you need to come with me." The flight attendant with the name Trudy stuck to her shirt said, glancing at Rogue to Remy.

"Absolutely Belle, come on Cherie." Remy said, picking himself off of the ground.

"Trudy, can yah tell meh how many more hours of this flight are left?" Rogue asked.

"Just one hun."

"Mah name's Rogue."

"Cherie, how come you tell dat to Trudy but not me?"

"Simple, ah don't like yah Swamp Rat, and Trudy hasn't been annoying meh for the length of the plane ride."

"Non, we just met fifteen minutes ago, the plane ride has been thirty five minutes." Remy pointed out.

"Wow, good job Swamp Rat, I didn't know that you knew how to count past ten. Ah am very proud of yah."

Maybe Trudy will say that there can't be any one else in the back, and I won't have to stay. Oh god with mah luck she'll say that ah have tah fix him up, damn it this must be karma for me locking Kurt outside of the house. Damn karma, it's a bitch. But then again ah am doing a good dead by faking that ah believe he has a bloody nose.

"Awww thanks Cherie, dat means alot."

"Rogue you can go back to your seat now, this will only take a minute." Trudy smiled sweetly, while taking Remy's hand in hers.

Remy P.O.V

Cherie, please object. Come on Cherie object!

"Actually mon Cherie here has extensive medical knowledge." Remy pointed out, as if it was obvious.

"Swamp Rat ah just graduated high school last year."

"Well then that settles it, sir you can come with me and we can get your nose fixed up automatically. Your French right?"

"Nope he's a Cajun Swamp Rat, and bye guys." Rogue said, darting back to her seat.

No Cherie don't leave me with her, dat woman is evil, Cherie come back! Merde! How much trouble am I gonna be in when Trudy here realizes I faked it with ketchup? Damn at least Rogue would just hurt me, Trudy would probably be trying to get my glasses of to take a look at my eyes.

"Cherie! Wait, we're a couple and didn't that preacher man at the halter say that until death do us part? Cherie, you have to stay with moi until I feel better." Remy yelled, hoping that Rogue would go along with it for just a little while.

C'mon Cherie you're the only one I want to kiss right now. I don't want Trudy here to shove her tongue down my throat, when it could be you.

"Oh yeah a' coarse, ah completely forgot about that, sorry." Rogue said, getting up from her seat and walking over to the back of the plane again, to sit with Remy and Trudy. "Don't worry Trudy, ah can clean and fix him up, we were just joking before when we said all of that other stuff."

"Oh, alright then." Trudy replied, obviously disappointed.

Both Remy and Rogue watched her walk away until she was stopped by one of the people on the plane. When this happened the pair became painfully aware that most of the people in the plane were watching them instead of the crappy romance movie that was playing.

"Ok…ah think we just made a scene."

"Cherie, right after you started talking to me we started making a scene, but we should be proud of ourselves were obviously better then the movie.'

"Yeah good point, now tell me how the heck yah managed tah coat yah nose with ketchup."

Mon dieu, Cherie isn't as dumb as I thought she was, but then again I always knew she wasn't an idiot.

"Well mon River Rat I just did it while you weren't looking."

"Good tah know, now go wash yourself up, yah look like as kid who doesn't know how tah eat a hamburger."

"Then I'll meet up with you again Cherie."

"Can't wait." Rogue replied sarcastically.

"Bien."

"Go clean yerself up.'

"Oui." Remy replied, walking off to the puny airplane bathroom.

As he washed his face he wondered, Rogue, that ain't the belle's real name is it? Wonder what it is. But then again it don't matter, were never gonna see each other again…unless she's gonna a be a councilor like I am, and at the same camp, den four weeks should be enough time to seduce her. And besides I might be able to convince her that as belle as she looks in the goth outfit she would look better without it.

Remy walked down the aisle and back to his seat. And just when he was about to talk the voice on the intercom came on.

"Please buckle your seat belt we will be landing now."

Merde, now how am I supposed to ask her?

Rogue stood up and started walking away.

"Well I guess this is goodbye Swamp Rat, ah gotta go back tah mah seat before Kurt and Amanda begin tah wonder where ah am so…remember not tah write." Rogue said, walking away, back to her seat.

Bye Cherie, hopefully see you at camp in a few hours.

Authors Babbling

Sorry about the long wait for the update but you know how it is, finals. You gotta hate them. Anyway please review I want to see what you think and reviews make me update faster. It's a proven fact. Oh and in this story there are no powers well…except Remy's eyes