Chellerbelle: Oh yes, she meets him in this one! Lol... The sparks are gonna fly. XD The three friends have another role to play a bit later in the story. Maybe I should say more than one...

courtneykutie: Thanks! Get ready for the infamous meeting....hehehehe.

Disclaimer: Oh sure, rub it in! The glaring fact that Remy LeBeau isn't mine never fails to irritate me. Neither are Rogue or any other characters or music used. GRRRRRR.........*stomps off, muttering incoherently*

Rogue climbs out of bed to shower and dress on Monday morning. Today is her meeting and she's excited. Downstairs, she enters the kitchen to find Mercy at the table and Tante at the stove. The smell of pancakes tantalizes her.

"Sit down, petit. Breakfas' is almos' ready." Tante motions to the table.

"So Rogue, aft'r de meetin', w'at are y'r plans f'r de day?" Mercy inquires smilingly.

"Well...I was needin' ta go inta town an' get a broadband card for my computer." Rogue answers.

"Wan' t' go shoppin' wit' me? 'M jus' s' excited t' fin'lly 'ave someone t' go wit'. Henri 'ates it, an' Tante's usually t' busy t' go." The young wife explains.

"Sure. We'll have fun." Rogue returns the smile, noticing the loneliness Mercy exudes.

"Tres bien! Jus' come get me w'en y'r ready. Our room's at de en' o' de 'all."

The three women sit and take their time relishing their breakfast. Satisfied, Rogue pushes back her chair and dismisses herself.

Bringing to mind the directions Tante gave her, Rogue finds his office with no problem. She knocks on the door and hears a muffled 'Entre'. Shaking off the feeling of discomfort, she boldly enters.

"Rogue. Righ' on time, I see. Bon! I like dat. Sit down, s'il vous plait." When Rogue abides by his request, he begins. "Mattie came t' me on Thursday, askin' 'bout y' stayin' wit' us. She said y' wanted t' finish y'r schoolin'. I applaud dat. I took de liberty o' 'avin' y'r 'igh school transcript sent ov'r. Y'r grades are tres bon, Rogue! I don' t'ink y' be needin' t' much more t' graduate. Jus' need t' finish a couple a courses is all. 'M t'inkin', if it's fine wit' y', o' hirin' a tutor t' 'elp y' complete dese courses. Y' don' 'ave t' worry 'bout adjustin' t' a new school an' all dat comes wit' it. No purpose in doin' dat, really. 'Ow d' y' feel 'bout dat, chere?"

"I think I like that idea. I don' wanna haveta go through adjustin' ta anotha school for a couple a classes that aren' gonna take that long ta finish. Yeah. Let's do that." Rogue decides, relieved that she doesn't have to go to another school.

"Bon. I'll call Gerard. 'E's de one who taught mon fils. I'll get back t' y' on w'en 'e can begin."

"Okay."

"Go 'ave some fun, Rogue. Y'r young, y' need t' be enjoyin' life." Jean-Luc smiles indulgently. "Always wanted a fille." He thinks to himself. "I'll see y' at dinner." He adds warmly.

"See ya later an' thank ya."

Jean-Luc grins and waves a hand in a dismissive gesture.

Rogue exits the office and goes upstairs to get some money and run a brush through her auburn locks again. Just as she leaves to go to Mercy and Henri's room, the other woman meets her in the hall.

"T'oug't I 'eard y' come up." Mercy deduces.

"Exited much?" Rogue teases.

"Y' don' know 'ow much!" Mercy enthuses.

The two decide on taking Rogue's car, Mercy being navigator. They head into the city to the Galleria. First stop is Best Buy, where Rogue purchases her broadband card and service. That being done, they begin clothes shopping in earnest, Rogue buying several new things. They find a leather store. Rogue buys a pair of black leather pants and a matching motorcycle jacket.

"Y' ride?" Mercy asks with a grin. "Y' look bon in dose." She compliments as she looks Rogue over with an appraising eye.

"I've always wanted ta ride. A frien' a mine gave me a ride home from school one time an' I loved it." Rogue fondly recalls the memory.

"Remy does. 'E 'as a belle 'Arley. Maybe 'e'll give y' a ride sometime." Mercy suggests, suppressing a grin threatening to emerge.

"I'd love ta go." Rogue replies with a hint of excitement.

They choose an outdoor cafe for lunch and chat more, really getting to know each other. Mercy, being herself, informs Rogue with a few things about Remy. After several laughs at his expense, they decide it is time to head home.

Voices in the kitchen alert the two women. They share a look and walk in that direction. Rogue immediately notices that one of the male voices sounds different from Henri's or Jean-Luc's, in fact it sounds vaguely familiar. Suddenly, she is hesitant to enter the kitchen lest her worst fear be realized. Mercy takes her arm and guides her toward the door.

"There's no escapin' now." Rogue panics inwardly as Mercy pushes the door open.

"Remy! Y'r back early." Mercy strides toward the man and grabs him in a hug.

"Got done early. B'sides, I couldn' wait t' meet Rogue."

"Mhmm...I bet y' couldn'. 'Specially aft'r Tante informed us dat Rogue's a femme." Mercy taunts. "She's righ' behin' y' if y' wan' t' meet 'er." Mercy passes him a wicked glance. Rogue steels herself.

Remy turns around and a pleasantly surprised smirk overtakes his face. Rogue stares back with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Knew I'd get y'r name soon'r o' lat'r, Rogue." Remy purposely places emphasis on her name, enjoying this meeting thoroughly.

"So ya Remy. Hmm....I really don' see it."

"See w'at, cherie?" Remy asks unperturbed.

"Tha way everyone was talkin', they were makin' ya sound like this great guy. I'm not seein' it an' quit callin me ya cherie, Swamp Rat!" Rogue returns his smirk with one of her own.

"'M a great guy. Jus' ask any femme I've gone out wit'." Remy retorts pridefully.

Mercy, Tante and Rogue roll their eyes. Henri shakes his head.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Rogue snorts disdainfully. "They all jus' line up ta date ya." She adds sarcastically.

"Dey do. I can' 'elp dat 'm jus' dat good. Not m' fault dey keep wantin' mo'." He replies conceitedly.

"I really don' wanna hear this." Rogue states

"Why, y' jealous cuz y' wan' me all t' y'rself?" He asks in a seductive voice.

"No I don'!" Rogue answers, fury sparking in her emerald eyes. "Ya have no idea what I wan'!" She shouts angrily and marches upstairs, slamming her door for emphasis. The four people stare at the spot she just vacated. Henri whistles low. "I didn' know she had such a fiery temp'r." He muses aloud.

"I take it y've met befo'? Mercy queries with a raised eyebrow.

"Twice." Remy idly responds.

"Remy Etienne LeBeau! Y' be'ave w'ere dat femme is concerned. She ain' like de femmes y' no'mally date. She diff'rent! I expect y' t' be de gen'leman y' pere an' I raised. D'accord?"

"D'accord, Tante." Remy accedes, but with no intention of following through. "Dis is goin t' be even mo' fun dan I t'oug't! Who knew dat de belle femme is de one an' de same Rogue? I like 'er."

Rogue inserts the card into the USB port on her computer and carefully runs through the installation instructions. She successfully gets connected and decides she needs to get this off her chest.

Hey Kitty.

I'm connected now. My new e-mail address is guitargurl....(I'm not going to actually finish the address, since it isn't real ;)) Right now, I'm so furious I could spit nails. It turns out that SHJ is none other than Remy LeBeau! Yep, you guessed it. I now live with him. Oh joy! Oh rapture! Notice the sarcasm I'm freely making use of. Actually, Rapture wouldn't sound that bad right about now. It would give me a quick escape from that lecher! He is such an egotistical, arrogant, insufferable.....I can't continue or I will have to repent for using bad language. XD Anyway, how am I gonna survive being under the same roof with him?

Believe it or not, I do have some good news. It would appear that my benefactor discovered that I only need to finish a couple of courses, then I'm done. Yay!!! :D So I'm not going to have to deal with adjusting to a new school. I'm getting a tutor by the name of Gerard. How positively French! Maybe I can get him to help me in improving mine some.

Let everyone back home know I'm thinking of and praying for them. Please do the same for me, I really need them, especially with this new development. Even if he does have a great behind. Ignore that last statement, I'm not in my right mind at the moment. :p

Love ya SC,

Rogue

Yeah, I wrote in Rogue with the leathers again. What can I say, Remy loves 'em, though if he doesn't quit being a bad boy, he may never get to see her in them! XD