A/N: I do not own X Men Evolution; stop bringing it up jerk.

Remy slipped through the door, down the campsite and... right past Logan's office. Was he actually going to go be lectured by the raging Wolverine? Of course not. Was he stupid enough to be caught in his room while he was not going to Logan's office? No. He was a troublemaker, not an idiot.

Instead, he paced through the slush to one of the camp's many trails, his boots gouging holes behind him. Not that it mattered- at the rate it was snowing, those prints would be covered in no time, leaving no trace of his escape.

Time to think. Plot. Organize. Get his head back in the game. Get together a plan to end all plans before he got all rosy over Rogue again.

Rogue... (inward sigh)

Cut that out you idiot! Get back to business.

Right Remy. You think that. But I'm telling the story here, so you know that isn't how things are going to go;)

Meanwhile

Rogue hurried down the snowy path, hands stuffed in the pockets of her olive green bomber jacket. Had she been paying closer attention, she might have picked up on the set of foot prints she was following. However, she was a little preoccupied praying that Logan wouldn't emerge from his office to find her ignoring him.

Of course- she would be forced to leave her cozy room when it had just started to snow.

But, it was better than waiting in her room for Logan to ram down the door. She was going to happen to be on a hike- convenient, isn't it;)?

Her green eyes trained on the snowy white ground... which might be why she happened to run into someone on her little journey.

"Ow, sorr-" her face flattened. "Oh. It's just you."

"So I don't merit an apology?" Remy said, looking down at her with a slightly (just slightly) condescending smirk.

She shrugged.

He chuckled.

"Oh shut up." She rolled her eyes.

"I'm not laughing at you Chere,"

Her brows creased.

"This was a trap," he shook his head. He had to give it to Kitty, she was a crafty one. Simple, but genius.

Rogue's expression soured. Of course it was... Was she irritated? She couldn't tell.

"She wouldn't have to trap us if you would just apologize," Rogue muttered, planting her fists into her hips.

He was about to snap back, something about how she shouldn't have been so sensitive in the first place and how he was right about everything and if anyone deserved an apology it was him... but she had snowflakes on her long dark eyelashes. His expression softened.

"What?" Her head tilted to the side, her own expression faltering.

"Would it make a difference?"

"Yes," she said, dropping her arms.

He took a sharp breath through his nose. She was lucky she was cute.

"And I suppose you've just been an angel," he smirked.

She scowled; just when it seemed like he might give, he made her want to hit him. She took a step back. He compensated with a bigger step forward.

"You're so pigheaded." She attempted another step back. But he caught her by the hand.

Something about her pout. The rosiness in her cheeks. Those snowflakes on her eyelashes.

Darn snowflakes.

Her nose almost brushed his. Inches. Just inches.

She braced. "Remy Etienne LeBeau don't you dare-"

Too late.

He tipped her chin up and the words folded up in a kiss.

They parted. A smile started at his lips. Wow. It had been too long hadn't it?

She tried to glower. Scouted out some snotty angry comment. It wasn't there.

"Truce?"

Remy LeBeau? Asking for a truce? Calling a tie? No. Never.

Apparently not never. This girl even had him setting aside his will to win. The exception to all his rules.

Well that was something, wasn't it?

She wanted to resist. But really, it was cold, and she was tired.

"Fine." She said, leaning her weight in her toes so her nose touched his; her arms wound over his neck. Oh how cutesy. Months ago she would have gagged at such a slovenly sweet display of affection. Too much time with Kitty. "But Remy,"

"Yes," he said, staring at the watermelon balm on her lips (shiny O.O).

"Call me a damsel in distress ever again, and you will rue the day."

He grinned. "Did you just say rue the day?"

Meanwhile

Kitty watched from farther down the trail, behind some snow drenched tree. A pair of pink binoculars rooted themselves on her wide eyes. Her smile could out do a commercial for Whitestrips.

Pete smirked. Really, as quirky as she was, there were times when she amazed him.

"How did you know this would happen? That they would go down the trail and that this would occur?"

"It's a gift," she dropped the binoculars to roll her eyes playfully. And then she stole a kiss of her own.

A/N: Ahhh... romance. What can I say, I love the goo. A bit of an awkward transition, I know- but the wait was killing me.

I'm afraid we're drawing to a close here in our Winter Wonderland=( just to warn you... the next chapter will come soon (I hope)

BUT there's still time to like... review if you liked this story/chapter.