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Hey ya'll! Hope everyone liked the last chapter. I had fun writing it. Now, just a warning, there will be long waiting periods between updates cuz I'm back at school. And unfortunately, school comes first. Thanks for all the reviews everyone! Loving the attention here!

-Ultimategammy91

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Chapter Four – Coincidences: Part 2

Giving an irritable sigh, Kitty let her newly-polished nails tap against the arm rest of her seat. She ignored the annoyed glares and looks of passengers around her as she continued to tap instantaneously for the next ten minutes. That is until she gave a rather angry sigh before practically ripping her cell phone out of her white sweater pocket. The plane was about to leave any time now and everyone but Rogue was seated and waiting to finally get up in the air. She quickly dialled Rogue's number and held the phone to her ear. The phone rang continuously as she persisted in tapping her fingers in the same irritable way. It rang a couple more times before the line went dead and that female phone voice began to recite the usual "You call was not answered" routine. Kitty growled angrily as she stopped tapping her nails (much to the other passengers' relief) and slouched in her seat as she crossed her arms, pouting.

"Where is she??"

When she had been tapped awake by Jean back at the front gate, she had found Rogue missing and the gate doors open to first-class passengers and parents flying with children. When Rogue hadn't shown up within the first three or four flight calls, she'd told Jean, Scott, Bobby and Kurt (who had just arrived in time) to board the plane while she waited at the gate for Rogue. She waited fifteen minutes before being asked to board the plane by one of the flight hostesses, whom, after Kitty explained the situation, promised to make sure that the plane remained grounded and the gates open until Rogue turned up. Ten minutes later however, there was still no Rogue. Kitty was about to redial again when she was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"She isn't here yet?"

Kitty nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice but quickly recovered when she realised who the voice belonged to. Turning to face him, Kitty let out a sigh of relief and put a hand to her heart before talking or more, hissing as her cheeks flushed pink in her growing anger.

"Kurt! Don't do that! You know I totally hate it when people sneak up on me!"

Kurt rolled his holographic brown eyes. His image inducer allowed him to appear as normal as any other guy but underneath he was still the teleporting fuzzy blue elf that kept popping up unexpectedly. As of now however, he appeared as a pale, dark-haired young man in a pair of jeans, runners and a long-sleave light-blue jersey over a white T-shirt and a crossword book in hand (his latest 'thing'). There wasn't a trace of the usual fuzzy blue elf save for the fact that his index and middle finger sort of 'stuck' together as did his pinkie and forth finger. Just because he was wearing an image inducer didn't mean he could instantly grow two extra digits with a push of a button. Nonetheless, five digits or three, Kurt held up his hands in mock defence as he spoke.

"Jeez. Sorry. Maybe I should try not speaking the next time I try and talk to you so you don't totally freak out."

Kitty raised a brow at him, a look that obviously unimpressed at his sarcastic retort. Though Kurt was usually the joker and the prankster of the team, he often had his moments where he took on his sister's traits. One being sarcasm, the other, reluctance when Kitty offered to set him up on a date with one of her friends. However, unlike Rogue, his sarcastic moment didn't last long. Instead, he raised the crossword book in his hands and put it about a centimetre away from Kitty's face as he spoke.

"Anyvay, can you help me? Vhat's a ten letter vord zhat starts vith "C" and ends with "A" and has something to do vith Humphrey Bogart?" (1)

Kitty rolled her eyes. She didn't have time for this. So, putting her hands on her hips in a very Rogue-like fashion (Rogue mannerisms are getting contagious!) she began to round on her friend.

"Kurt, I so don't have time for this! The plane is about to leave anytime now and Rogue isn't here yet and-"

"Vait- Rogue isn't here yet?"

"Yeah duh? You were with us the whole time we totally covered that right?"

Kurt merely looked at her blankly and blinked. However, before Kurt could reply, he was tapped on the shoulder. When he turned around, he found a blonde flight hostess who gave him an (obviously) rehearsed and polite smile. When she spoke however, her pleasant tone of voice was no different than her sweet charade of a smile.

"Excuse me sir, -miss, but you will have to take a seat and fasten your seat belts. We are about to shut the doors for take-"

"No!"

Both mutants piped up in union at a now slightly startled flight hostess.

"You can't shut the doors! My friend isn't, like, here yet! That other lady, -the red head- She said they would keep the doors like, open until she got here!"

The woman's smile cracked. She tilted her head ever so slightly to the left, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly as she gently reached out to Kurt and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. As she spoke, she pushed (more like forced) him into the vacant seat besides Kitty. Her voice remained all too automatic and pleasant when she spoke up again that it was almost film-worthy; of the horror movie kind.

"I am sorry miss, but we are going to close the doors soon and I am afraid your friend will have to reschedule her ticket on another flight. Now if you please, sit down and fasten your seat belts, thank you."

With that, the flight hostess turned on her heel and walked back down the isle. Kitty and Kurt remained seated for about a minute, frozen in place before either one of them spoke. Their faces were neutral of most expressions save for the continuous action of blinking in silence.

"That was…"

"Creepy…"

"Totally…"

"What's so creepy?"

Kurt and Kitty's heads turned automatically in union at the voice only to break into speech at the same time, though not with the same sentiment.

"Rogue! You made it meine schwester!" (my sister)

"Where have you, like, been? We just had to stand up to a total Go-Joy flight hostess to try and get them to delay the plane for even LONGER!"

Rogue rolled her eyes at their dramatic responses. She could practically smell Kitty's annoyance and her death glare but she took little notice. Kitty was in pre-flight mode. She was highly irritable, tense and overly dramatic, the latter being the latest addition to the list of 'symptoms.'

"Passengers please be seated. We are preparing for take off."

Rogue eyed her plane ticket. She was supposed to be sitting next to Kitty but from the looks of it, Kitty was likely to chew her out for being 'irresponsible' or some kind of pre-flight-mode-induced bull she didn't want to put up with. So, with haste, she backed away.

"Seein' as ya'll are comfortable, ah'll take Kurt's seat- bye!"

Before Kurt could retort (or beg) Rogue not to leave him with Kitty, she turned on her heel and headed towards Kurt's vacant seat a few rows behind. She promised herself she'd make it up to Kurt later. Much later.

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Meanwhile…

"Miss me mon ami?"

Remy had to smirk with amusement as John practically jumped out of his seat like he suddenly realised the chair was on fire, but he relaxed when he realised just who it was who had startled him in the first place. He clasped his hand over his heart, letting out a relived sigh before replying.

"Jezus mate, y' scared the bloody crap outta me! You want me t' have a heart attack or somethin'?! Bloody hell…"

Remy chuckled as he slipped off his coat in the isle. He had arrived just in time. The gate was only moments away from being shut. A rather stern male flight attendant had given him a somewhat irritable glare when he ran up to the gate front and presented his ticket and passport, smirking unashamedly, but other than that, it was a breeze. Though how John had been able to find his seat let alone the right gate on his own had been somewhat surprising. While he had nothing against the Aussie, John was prone to stupidity at the worst of times. These thoughts ran for a moment through Remy's mind as he flattened his trench coat over his arm but that didn't stop his eyes form wandering down the isle. However, his train of thoughts completely died when his eyes caught on someone who was walking down the isle…towards him.

"Well, well. Dis is unexpected…"

He watched as Rogue quickly walked down the isle, her eyes searching down the rows of seats, not even noticing him. Smart-ass lines and teasing remarks rang through his mind. "Funny seein' y' here chére?. "T'ought we'd run into each other sooner or later, mais, quicker den we anticipated non?" Before he could even pick one to use, she slipped into a isle seat not seven or eight rows ahead of him. Remy's face fell slightly but it did not discourage him. He put on a winning smile as he stood up from his seat and walked towards her, ignoring John's questioning as he walked away. He was but a few steps away from her, a few lines still running about his head, when who was to appear at Rogue's side but the Fearless Leader of the X-Men himself, Scott Summers. Totally discouraged, or more, annoyed, Remy quickly turned on his heal and walked back in the direction of his seat, cursing silently to himself. He quickly seated himself before carefully turning to look down the isle. Watching, he saw the two talk, or argue quietly, before Rogue let out a huff of annoyance and got out of her seat only for Scott to shuffle into the window seat. Rogue returned to the outside set with a sigh of annoyance on her lips. Remy rolled his eyes, equally as irritable as her.

Now he knew who else was with her, he assumed that there was a team of X-Men pals not far behind. Curiously, he took another cautious glance down the isle, only to watch as an oddly familiar boy- young man, with should-length dark hair and pale skin, approach Rogue with a book in hand. Though he couldn't hear what they were saying, Remy could work out by the mock-pleading look across the guy's face that he was grovelling for something. He couldn't really see Rogue's face but nonetheless he watched as the top of her head, which he could just see above the head rest, disappeared for a moment. She took her time appearing again as if she were distracted. Remy had been trained to be a thief since he was old enough to talk, and with that training came the art of observing others, reading their actions to draw conclusions that might aid in the process of a heist or steal. He kept close watch of her movements and that of the young man beside her. Finally, she handed him a pen and the boy walked off and she was motionless once more.

Remy turned away, grinning. He had a feeling he knew what the distraction had been.

"What you so happy 'bout mate?"

Remy only smirked as he replied.

"Not'ing Johnny boy. Jus' t'inkin'."

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Meanwhile, moments before…

Rogue sat down in the first seat on the outside isle and let a sigh of relief wash over her. She had had to sprint to the gate and had only made it just in time before the gates were closed off. She had given the red-headed flight hostess a grateful smile and a thankyou before running down the platform to bord the plane. She let her breathing catch up to her but she felt herself constricted of air in her coat and layers of clothing. It may be minus-something outside, but the plane was heated. She began to slip off her coat when a figure came up beside her and made her jump slightly in her seat.

"Wasn't Kurt going to sit there?"

Rogue looked up to find Scott's perplexed expression as he stood with his bag over one shoulder and his ticket and passport in the other. She rolled her eyes and replied irritably.

"He's been moved to Kitty-class."

If Scott hadn't been wearing his quarts shades, Rogue was sure he would be glaring at her with boy-scout-leader-disapproval. But if he was annoyed, he did not say anything about it. Instead, he told her to move. Sorry, asked her to move.

"I can't get past. Do you think you could move out Rogue?"

Rogue rolled her eyes and lifted the armrest in between the two seats and made to shift to the window seat but Scott's voice stopped her.

"That's my seat."

Rogue gave a huff of annoyance.

"Does it really matter?"

This time you could tell that Scott was glaring. Rogue matched his glare but it quickly waned as she gave up and pulled herself out of the chair and into the isle. She tapped her foot irritably as Scott shuffled into the window seat and sat himself down before following suit, huffing loudly to show her annoyance towards her fearless leader.

"And t' think. Ah used t' have a crush on this guy. THIS GUY."

"Rogue, can you lend me a pen?"

Rogue jumped in her seat for the second time. Growling silently, she turned her gaze to meet Kurt's pleading stare. Raising a brow at him she gave a sigh and asked.

"Can't ya ask Kit?"

Kurt pouted as he whined like a ten year old that didn't get any party cake.

"Rogue Kitty's finally stopped freaking out because "Ten Thing I hate about You" came on the in-flight movie channel. Do you really want me to disturb her?"

Rogue eyed him with a raised brow for a moment but the pouting, pleading look that Kurt supplied her with was all too much even for her hostile defences. Sighing in defeat she leant forward and pulled her bag from under her seat. She began to rummage though her bag in search of a pen when something rather large and bulky got in her way. Furrowing her brow in a confused frown, she pulled out a pen in one hand and… "A book?" in the other.

"Did you buy a book?"

Rogue flinched slightly as she broke out of her small daze at her brother's questioning. Nodding slowly, she turned and handed Kurt the pen who thanked her before leaving. Rogue took little notice of his departure as she eyed the book with interest. Victor Hugo's Les Misérables stared up at her like neon lights as realisation dawned on her. A small, private smirk spread across her face as she chuckled silently to herself.

"That sneaky Swamp Rat…"

She opened the front, paper-back cover of the book but stopped in mid-action when something slipped out from between the first and second pages and fell into her lap. She caught it quickly before it could slip onto the floor only to quickly recognise what it was. She rotated the Ace of Spades in her fingers only to find a small note inscribed on the back. The black ink highlighted against the red cover pattern of the card.

It was nice to see you again mon chére. Désolé about making a scene in the book store. Consider the book an apology.

-Remy

Rogue felt a small smile tug at her lips as she slumped further down in her seat.

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I am so sorry for the long wait but I've been through exams and its been pretty hectic lately :D REVIEW PLEASE! NO FLAMES!

Special thanks to Shadowfax999 for giving me the encouragement and poking me to update and the info about the Saint Vincent. Couldn't have done anything without your help! :D

(1) Casablanca – You know? Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall (sorry for the misspelling of her last name, I don't know and don't really care)

-UltimateGammy91