A/N: Hello everyone! Got a sorta serious ending to this chapter, sorry for that, I know it's a funnyfic but the ending of this one plays into what happens in the next. 'Sides, it's not like we weren't all expecting a confrontation anyway. So, sorry for the delay on this one and I hope you all like it =) we'll go back to more funniness too, don't worry. Hope you like! :D

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"What do you mean, ya can't fix us?!" Rogue demanded in horror, nearly hysterical. "Jean! We can't stay this way! You're the strongest telepath here raght now, ya can't do anything?!"

Jean tried to calm the frantic Rogue. "I said I couldn't fix you just yet, Rogue, not that I couldn't fix you."

Remy shuffled his feet. "What's de problem? Why can't y' cure us?"

"Although I'm sure you both have been put through a lot being in each other, I can't just switch you back. I need to analyze your minds thoroughly and compare the scans and take time to match back all the aspects that individually belong to you, Rogue, and those that belong to Remy. It's going to take some time."

"Some time?"

Remy was looking doubtful. "Dat's awfully vague, Jeany. How long is some time, exactly?"

"It depends on how quickly I can match up and compare. It could be anywhere from a few hours to about a week."

"A week?" There was a heavy thump only seconds later and Remy looked over at Rogue in alarm to see that the poor girl had fainted. Remy hurriedly knelt down beside Rogue and felt for her pulse. When he was reassured that she was still breathing alright, he began to shake her shoulder lightly, trying to wake her.

"Rogue, chere, wake up. Come on, Roguey."

Jean had also knelt down beside him and was shaking her head. "She must have been through a lot." Remy nodded. "You have to be a little fed up with the situation too, Remy." Jean pressed. He must be so embarrassed; I can't wait to hear it.

Remy shrugged. "It don't feel like home, if y' know what I mean."

"I imagine it's quite disturbing." Jean continued. "How horrified you must have been, to wake up without certain appendages." Mentally, she grinned to herself. Yes, knowing Remy that should have been petrifying.

Remy chuckled. "Oui, I admit dat scared me at first."

"At first?" Jean questioned suspiciously. And what about afterwards?

"Well, when I found out dat it was Roguey's body an' not mine jus' missin' m' parts, dat was slightly more reassurin'. I was jus' tryin' t' figure it out before Roguey came in an' tackled me."

He doesn't sound very upset… "Tackled you?"

"She t'ought I did dis." Remy smiled softly. "She was terrified, dat. Den Kitty came an' hit 'er."

"Hit Rogue?" Jean was frowning. "While she looked like you?" I thought Kitty liked Remy?

Remy nodded. "Oui, accused 'er of attackin' me."

Jean shook her head, still frowning. "But—surely you went through some difficulties too, did you not? Trapped in Rogue's body, unable to touch as you normally so often do…"

Remy frowned slightly, eyebrows creased. What is Jeany pushin' at? Why's she so interested in what I been t'rough? "I suppose de PMSing was somewhat uncomfortable." Remy worded carefully.

It was just a flash, but Remy was an expert and detecting subtleties and emotions. Even when he didn't possess his empathy anymore, Remy knew women more than anyone. He saw the momentary flash of satisfaction through Jean's eyes. He trained his mind not to think about it for the time being. "Well, I suppose we should get started." Jean finally said, completely changing the subject.

Remy blinked. "Rogue's still out." He gently shook her shoulder again. "Roguey, wake up fille." He glanced back at Jean. "Y' got any water o' anyt'ing?"

Jean nodded quietly and disappeared to go get a cup of water. Remy watched her go with a curious expression. I wonder… He waited patiently for Jean to return. She did shortly later, carrying a small cup that she handed to him. "Y' know," Remy started slyly. "I know Rogue don't dink so, but dis situation's kinda been fun, me."

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Jean raise a curious eyebrow. "Really?" she asked, clearly surprised. "Fun?"

Remy nodded, tapping Rogue once more before he tried to wake her again. "Oui, I been havin' a blast." Remy responded enthusiastically. "Really, dis little incident's given me alotta insight." He nodded down to Rogue. "Poor fille, dough. She's had a time with it." Still watching Jean's reactions closely, Remy dumped the water glass out over Rogue's face with a flick of his wrist.

Rogue jolted and sputtered at the splash of cold water against her skin. Blinking rapidly to clear her eyes, she looked up to both of them in confusion for half a moment before realization again dawned upon her. Rogue sighed and rested her head back down against the table. Relatively calmed and seemingly resigned, Rogue spoke. "Please don't make this last a week, Jean."

How could he have been having an enjoyable time?! It took me days to plan and orchestrate this and now he's just shrugging it off?! Where's the fairness in that?! He deserves some punishment! "I'll do see what I can do, Rogue." Jean promised. She nodded to Remy. "Shall we proceed?"

"Sure, fille." Remy agreed. "Y' jus' gunna scan m' mind now o' what?"

Jean nodded. "Why don't you both sit down on a table?"

"Why does every telepath tell ya ta sit down?" Rogue grumbled as Remy helped her up and over to the medical table. They both braced their arms against the table before simultaneously lifting themselves up and sitting on the table in the exact same fashion. Remy smiled at their movements, but Rogue didn't seem to notice. "It's lihke they expect ta make ya fall down or somethin'."

Remy bobbed his head to Jean. "Whenever y' ready, fille."

Jean gave him a patient look before closing her eyes. Remy felt an unfamiliar tingle inside his head as Jean began scanning over his mind. He waited patiently as memories flashed through his mind of events from the previous day. What felt like only a few minutes later, Jean retreated from his mind, frowning. He has been having fun!

"What's wrong?" Rogue asked, seeing Jean's frown.

Jean shook her head. "Nothing." She turned to Rogue. "Open up your mind to me, Rogue. Remy's always been particularly difficult for me to read into."

Rogue closed her eyes as Jean did too and focused on opening her mind to the telepath. The process went the same as with Remy. It felt just like when Betsy had scanned her mind. Only taking a few moments, Jean opened her eyes again. Her frown had deepened. "What?" Rogue asked again. "What did you see?"

"You've been through a lot, Rogue." Rogue blushed again at the thought that the telepath had seen what exactly had been going on the past day.

Poor girl! Jean thought sadly after leaving Rogue's mind. This has been much harder on her than it's been for Remy. This isn't what I intended! Remy was supposed to be the one going through punishment, not Rogue. I have to save face, though. No one must know of what I've done! "I'll get right to work on this. You should both check back down with me in a few hours."

"Make sure de time is spent productively on our front, heh?" Remy told her, giving her a knowing look.

Oh, the cocky bastard! I can't believe this didn't work! He really needs to be put in his place! Outwardly, she simply gave him a sharp look. Remy hopped down from the table and offered an arm to Rogue too as she jumped down. "Please hurry." Rogue begged.

Jean nodded again. "I will. You two should get going, you'll be late for the Danger Room session." Now that she had seen that Remy really wasn't fazed at all and was, in fact, having a blast in Rogue's body while the poor girl suffered miserably with humiliation, Jean had no other reason to prolong the switch, other than the fact that she had told them it'd take a few hours. So they'd be each other for a short while longer and then she'd switch them back. Jean sighed heavily. Why's Remy get to walk away from everything all happy and gloating? It's just not fair.

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As soon as they had left the medical lab, Remy broke the silence that had opened up between them again. "Chere, I dink I know who did dis t' us." Rogue stopped cold.

"Ya know who did this ta us?! Why didn't ya say anything?!"

"Shhh." Remy hushed her, grabbing her arm and tugging her further down the hallway. "I jus' figured it out."

"Who is it?" Rogue asked in a hushed voice, not really sure why they were whispering.

"It's Jean."

"Jean?!" Rogue asked incredulously, loudly.

"Shhh!" Remy shushed her, still dragging her away by the arm.

"Where did ya get the idea that it's Jean?" Rogue asked quietly. "Jean's a teacher, Remy! She wouldn't do this!"

Remy shook his head. "If dere's anythin' I know best, chere, it's how t' watch a fille's reaction. I know dat Jean's guilty. De way she reacted when I talked t' her while y' were out? 'M sure it's her."

"Why would Jean do this?" Rogue asked anxiously, gesturing down to herself. "There's no reason fohr her ta turn me inta a man! She wouldn't do this ta us—she's datin' Logan, Remy! Logan would never allow her ta do somethin' lihke this."

"Logan didn't know, remember chere?" Remy pointed out. "An' Jean wasn't aimin' dis at y', she was lookin' t' get revenge on me."

"Get revenge?" Rogue was clearly disbelieving. "What is she, a petty four year old? Just because ya caught them in bed an' made comments, this is how she reacts?"

"Uhh…I dink she's a bit more dan angry at me, chere."

"And why is that?" Rogue questioned suspiciously. "You let her little secret slip ta somebody?"

"T' Scott."

Rogue's eyes widened. "You told Scott that Jean was cheatin' on him?!"

"Not on purpose!" Remy defended himself. "Scott happened t' be walkin' by in de adjacent hallway when I was makin' de snarky comments." Remy admitted. "He heard me an' came by curiously when he saw."

"Dammit Remy, you an' ya big mouth. So that's the reason Jean did this?!"

Remy bowed his head. "I s'pose so. 'M sorry fo' puttin' y' drough all dis, Roguey."

Rogue sighed. "Well it's hardly your fault."

Remy looked up in surprise. "Quoi?"

Rogue shrugged, somewhat uncomfortably. "Well it's not." Remy gave her a quizzical look and she went on to explain. "It's not lihke it's your fault that Jean was cheatin'. Although ya could have been a little smarter 'bout it bah not runnin' ya mouth, Ah can't really justifiably fault ya fohr our situation."

Remy was glowing inside. Only yesterday, she probably woulda whaled on me fo' dis! We're makin' progress!

Rogue glanced over at him. "Well don' look so happy 'bout it, we lost our only ally who could get us outa this. Now what're we supposed ta do? Ah already went ta Betsy; she said that only the person who did this would have a shot at gettin' us back completely normal. Ah was countin' on Jean bein' a strong enough telepath ta do it anyway. The professor's outa this country, so he can't help. Jus' how're we gunna fix this ourselves?"

"I don' dink we'll have t'." Remy mused. "Jean did dis t' get back at me. She needed a second person t' complete de task t'ough an' using y' made sense 'cause y' can't touch anyone."

"Puttin' the flirt in'a untouchable body." Rogue commented wryly. "What beautiful irony, huh?"

Remy shrugged. "Don' matter. I can touch y'." Before Rogue could say anything to this, Remy continued. "But de point is, she did it t' get back at me, heh? But she jus' scanned our minds an' she see dat I not exactly been sufferin', me. So she'll switch us back."

Rogue looked dubious. "Ah don't know 'bout that, Remy…"

"It makes sense, don' it?" Remy gave her nonchalant expression, shrugging.

"Ah can't believe she'd do this." Rogue huffed angrily. "Ah didn't do anythin' ta deserve this! An' you didn't either! She jus' gets off the idea that she cahn play puppet master? If Ah could smack that woman without her first seein' the thought an' stoppin' me, Ah'd give her a beatin' lihke no other." Remy smiled softly at Rogue's anger. She turned her fiery gaze on him. "What're you smilin' at?!"

"Y' know, even in my body, chere, y' are still cute when y' angry."

Rogue sulked moodily. "Admire yourself much? Honestly, ya can take the boy outa his body but ya can't take the ego outa his system."

"'M not sure y' got dat expression right fille." Remy chuckled.

"You are a pain in mah ass, Remy." Rogue grumbled.

"Dat would be a pain in m' ass y' mean, chere." Remy grinned.

Rogue muttered in good nature. "Annoyin' Swamp Rat."

"An' I t'ought I was de one PMSing." Remy gave her a winning smile.

Rogue shook her head at him. "God must hate me, really."

Remy pulled up short then. "We're here, chere."

Rogue glanced up at their surroundings and groaned. "Speakin' 'bout pains in mah ass..."

Remy nodded towards the changing rooms that they'd have to use to change into their uniforms. "Dis should certainly be interestin', heh?"

"Cahn ya do me a favor, Remy?"

"Hmm?" Remy prodded.

"Don't come out with that outfit again."

Remy grinned.

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Remy strolled into the girl's locker room casually and counted down the lockers to the fifth one in the row. He opened it cautiously as Kitty appeared from one of the bathrooms. She was already all suited up and ready to go. Spotting Remy, Kitty quickly washed her hands and went over to the locker a few down from Remy's. She leaned against the locker casually and looked Remy up and down.

Remy glanced up at her from behind the locker door. "Kitty." He greeted cordially, wondering what the other girl was up to.

"Rogue." Kitty responded just as shortly, lifting her eyebrows at him. "I noticed you didn't come back to our bedroom last night."

"Yeah?" Remy asked casually, trying to throw it off.

"Yeah?" Kitty shut the locker. Remy barely got his hands out in time before the door slapped shut. "Tell me what happened! I want all the details!"

"Nothin' happened." Remy said truthfully.

"Oh please." Kitty rolled her eyes. "Come on, Rogue! What happened to all the role-playing? What was it last night?"

"Really, Kit." Remy told her. "Nothin' happened. I jus' fell asleep."

"You gotta be kiddin' me." Kitty shook her head. "You can't tell me that you didn't do anything! I know it's not true, Rogue!"

"Kit, nothin' happened, it's true." Remy insisted.

"Aww, leave a girl her secrets huh?" Alison admonished, coming out of apparently nowhere up behind Remy. "She's gotta keep some flair to herself." She punctuated the word by smacking Remy on the butt.

"Whoa!" Remy jumped forward in surprise, almost colliding into Kitty. "Down, Bessy!"

Alison gave a generous, vivacious grin before licking her lips. "Any time you want a three-some, Rogue, I'm not put off by that dangerous skin of yours." She shook her ass alluringly. "Anytime."

"On dat note, Ahh'll be changin' in da bathroom." Alison winked as he ducked into the stall. 'M not even male an' de filles still want me! Dat does wonders fo' my ego, me. But non, dis Cajun's only got eyes fo' one fille. An' I happen t' be wearin' her body! Ironic huh?

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Rogue found her locker without much difficulty and was just pulling out her battle gear and wear when a surprising, angry voice interrupted her proceedings. "Hey, Remy! You forgot her jacket!"

Rogue turned in time to have a leather jacket thrown at her face. She reached up and pulled the jacket down just in time to receive a hard punch to the jaw. Rogue stumbled back, before she even had time to process what was going on, another devastating blow caught her in the mouth. Her lip split under the force and she was shoved back again. This time, she didn't have time to catch herself and ended up sprawling to the ground.

Her assailant was on her in an instant, hauling back and striking her face again. Rogue groaned as she brought up her arms in front of her face to protect herself from any more blows. Her attacker angrily knocked her arms aside and made to hit her again. Before he could strike her again, Rogue reached up and grabbed Bobby's jacket. It lit up a bright, glowing magenta color. "Hit me again and Ah'll blow ya straight through the roof." Bobby paused.

"Get offa me." Rogue ordered. Slowly, Bobby climbed off Rogue's body. Rogue kept a tight grip on his jacket as he did so. "Stand with me." Rogue ordered. Together, the two of them made their way to their feet. "Stay still." Rogue commanded. Bobby, glaring at her darkly, obeyed and kept still as Rogue gripped his jacket tightly and started walking around Bobby, carefully taking the bomb off. When it had safely been removed, Rogue tossed it into one of the bathroom stalls where it blew up harmlessly and some water started spraying randomly.

Rogue turned back to Bobby quickly and slammed him up against a locker; holding her arm up against his throat and holding him in place with her other hand. "Listen to me carefully, Bobby." Bobby glared at her darkly and she held the same snarl on her own face. "Ah don't care that ya don't lihke Rogue's romantic choices or that you feel as if a mistake's being made. It is not your choice anymore. Rogue is not yours. You screwed that up, Bobby, an' ya can't fix it. You will stop messin' with me or interfering in our affairs. Y' got me, homme?"

Bobby was still glaring at her with narrowed eyes. He didn't say anything. Rogue pulled him back and tossed him up against the locker again, just for good measure. "Okay?!"

Breathing raggedly, gritting his teeth, Bobby nodded. Rogue let go of his shirt then and pushed him away from her, down the line of lockers. Rogue wiped the back of her hand against her chin and spat out a spittle of blood from her split lip. It's funny. She thought silently, making her way to the bathroom. Ah'm not even in mah own body and Bobby's still pissin' me off, hell, Ah'm defending me and Remy's relationship! Ironic, huh?