Remy was leaning on a wall, waiting for Rogue to get out of school so he could drive her home with his bike hidden behind a bush. Now, to the average human, this would be a caring gesture that would be taken in kindness. Rogue would just find it as a new way for Remy to get under her skin and try to find a way to get rid of him.

Sometimes he just didn't get how that girl worked. That was one of the main reasons why he was so bent on winning over her heart.

"Yo, what you doin' here?" A scared voice asked with masked confidence.

Remy turned his gaze from the sky to the oddly formed mutant standing in what he assumed was supposed to be an intimidating pose.

"Waitin' fo' someone." He shrugged, returning his eyes to the sky. Ooh, one was shaped like a penguin.

"You waitin' for Rogue, aren't you?" His eyes snapped back to the ugly frog boy with his eyelids narrowed. The Toad took a slight step back when seeing the strange glow in Remy's black and red eyes.

"Why do y' ask?"

"Well, no reason. Sometimes she just goes on about how you won't stop buggin' her."

"Remy didn't know deh two of y' got along so well." Remy drawled, Toad apparently feeling more confident now that he was sure Gambit wouldn't threaten to blow him up again.

"Where do you think she disappears to all the time, yo? She trusts the Brotherhood, unlike those X-Dweebs." Remy raised an amused eyebrow (eyebrows can think? This is awful!)

"What makes y' t'ink y' so special when it comes to my Roguey?"

Toad rolled his eyes and when the bell rang (talk about timing) he smirked at the Cajun.

"Shut up and learn." The smelly boy said, shooing him behind a corner.

"Hey, Rogue, what's cracking?" He said to the Goth as soon as she showed up.

"Wanda and your lame nicknames." She replied, shotting him a teasing grin, but a grin nonetheless.

"Eh, she's just playing hard to get. Wanda loves me." Rogue rolled her eyes as usual. She seemed to do that alot around Todd whenever he even thought of Wanda.

"She loves to hurt you. Seriously, if you do get together she's going to give you a lot more scars in the bedroom then she ever did hating you." A misty expression came over his face before he cringed.

"You sure know how to make a guy feel loved, yo."

"I'm just that kinda girl. Hey, do ya know where the swamp rat is? Ah'm tryin' ta avoid him."

"How should I know where that psycho French reject goes?" Remy's eye twitched.

"Oh yeah, Lance told meh about how he almost blew ya'll up." She looked at her watch and cursed, "Sorry, Ah gotta go. Ah smell gumbo anyway, that's never a good thing."

"See ya 'round, Rogue."

"Bye, Todd."

"She called y' by y' name." He stated bluntly, coming out from his hiding spot.

So far, in the months he's been bothering her, she's never called him Remy. Just Swamp Rat, Cajun, and on the rare occasion, Gambit. He hardly ever heard her refer to someone else in the mansion by their first name either. The only ones he could remember at the top of his head were Jamie and Kurt, and even then she called them "Squirt" and "Elf'" or "Furry Pain in my Ass".

"Oh yeah, she calls all the Brotherhood by our names when we're not on the battle field. Most of the time. The only time she calls Fred "Blob" is when he won't give up the food."

"His names Fred?"

"Yup. Rogue's like our family, yo. The first girl to grace the Brotherhood and not try and blow us up."

"How come she's livin' wit' deh X-Men, then?" He felt it unbelievably sad that he was quizzing the Toad for information on the Rogue.

"It ain't my business to tell, dawg. We miss her and all, along with her food," She could cook? "But we ain't gonna force her to come back. Much as I hate to say it, yo, she's better off with those geeks."

"How noble." He sneered.

"Ya gotta look out for your own, yo. It's the rule of nature."

"Gerbils and hamsters eat their young if deh mothers are stressed." He said, naming off the first cannibalistic creature that was cute and fuzzy. Toad, looking shocked by this new information, stepped back from the Cajun.

"The rule of nature for frogs. And humans."

"Whatever, names don't mean dat much. Just cause she calls y' Todd don't mean y' had deh secret to her heart."

"Ya don't know much about her, do you?" He sputtered indignantly, "To Rogue, identity is everything too her. Did you forget the blue shapeshifting creep already? Ya lucky if she decides to call you by your name. It means she trusts you. Likes you, even. And that's rare."

The frog boy hopped away, leaving Remy to his thoughts and his motorcycle. Names meant everything, huh? Did that mean the Brotherhood knew her name? She wouldn't have told them that.

Would she?

Really, he didn't know much about her other than what he got from Magneto's folders on every X-Men that he had to memorize. Which was basically that she was the adopted daughter of Mystique left in the care of Irene Adler, AKA Destiny, until her powers manifested, leaving a boy in a coma, and she ran to the aid of the Brotherhood before she left for the X-Men for unkown reasons. Her attitude could also leave a grown man crying, but he didn't learn that from a stupid file.

He thought more on the subject of his belle chere and ended up in the mansion garage.

He noticed her Southern Beauty and Cyclops talking a bit away and immediately hid in the shadows. Old habits die hard. His heart grew cold, though, as he heard a few words being exchanged playfully.

She had called him Scott.


"Hey, shades." Rogue said, wandering into the garage for no reason other than admiring Wolverine's bike. And Scott.

"Oh, hi Rogue." He rolled out from underneath his car and smiled.

"How was yo' day?" Scott frowned slightly and she smiled reassuringly.

"Fine, the usual."

"Humans o' the Brotherhood?"

"Humans."

"They're not that bad, really, if you can ignore them." She shrugged sympathetically.

"It's hard to if they used to be your best friends."

"Oh." She sighed, "It was easier when the only people we were arguing with were the mutants tryin' tah take ovah the world."

"Now it's like the whole world is against us."

"Atleast we don't have tah freak out about pimples anymo'." She said in an attempt to make a joke. Scott laughed, much to her relief.

"Tell that to Kitty." Rogue smirked and chuckled slightly.

"If she fahnds out ya makin' fun of her, Ah'm not gonna protect ya, Scott." She warned, "That girl's scary when she's pissed." Unlike Jean, Scott could actually tolerate swearing.

"What's she gonna do, phase through me?" Obviously his ego didn't think a girl dressed in pink the majority of her time couldn't hurt him.

"Yeah, and take somethin' precious of your with it." His hands immediately went to his visors and she rolled her eyes, "Ah'm goin' tah do mah homework."

"See you around." He said, cautiously going back under his car.

No one was taking his glasses.

Author's Note: Le gasp! Is it true? Am I actually portraying Cyclops as an actual human being rather then an unbearably suspicious do gooder with the Statue of Liberty jammed up his as? Will he actually have a personality? Yes, I'm going to the extreme with this one. Jean might actually not be a nagging smartass bitch with no personality worth a damn.

Are there major flaws in the writing? Things that you find wrong? Are they OOC? Are there even gasp grammaticall errors? Tell me! I just put this together from scraps I wrote when I was bored, or wrote down right this second to get a brand new chapter out to you lovely people. I'm to tired to look for flaws. I need collective criticism. See? I don't even know if I spelled that right or even used the right word. I need your help!