Remy lead Rogue into a small French restaurant in downtown Bayville. Rogue looked around and saw couples sitting at candlelit tables, eating tiny sized food. She suddenly felt underdressed. The women all wore nearly identical black cocktail dresses, and then men all in sport jackets.

They walked up to the maître d' slowly as he eyed the out of place couple. After all Rogue was still wearing her gothic black and green, and Remy in a tattered brown trench coat.

"Deux, monsieur?" The maître d' asked, staring down his nose at them.

"Oui." Remy grinned.

They were lead to a small table in the corner lit by tiny candles and funny shaped bread on the table. After a few moments a waiter came over.

"What can I get for you" the tall waiter asked politely.

Rogue looked at Gambit, expecting him to order some chic French dish. He glanced at her and saw her shifting uneasily in her chair.

"You got Pizza?" Remy grinned brightly. Rogue looked up at him and wondered what he was thinking.

"Monsieur, we do not serve 'pizza' in this establishment."

"Well how 'bout gator?" Remy pushed.

"No sir, we do not offer anything reptilian."

Rogue stiffled a giggle.

The maître d' strolled over to their table. "Is everything alright here, Rober?" he asked the waiter. The waiter whispered something in his ear and the two looked down on Rogue and Remy.

"Perhaps it is time we leave, chérie." Remy gave her a goofy grin and they both left the restaurant. When they got outside it was pouring rain. The streets were flooded and seemed deserted.

Rogue felt a feeling welling up inside her throat that she hadn't felt for sometime. She let out a laugh. "Remy did you see tha look on thare faces?" she giggled.

"Gambit knows how to have fun, mademoiselle." He laughed a little. "Come on I know a really great place to have a few drinks."

'Drinks?' Rogue thought to herself. She had never drank before. Well once when they had that lame party while the adults were away. But it was just a beer that Kurt had gotten through a friend from school.

They walked a few blocks to a part of town she couldn't ever remember being in before. There were abandoned buildings and warehouses everywhere. Remy lead her to an empty building with large steel doors. Rogue listened carefully and heard music on the other side of the thick metal. Gambit pulled the door open wide revealing a rave.

Screaming hardcore techno music pounded at banshee decibels through the massive speakers. The dance floor was crowded full of all kinds of people, but mostly goths.

"Welcome to The Underground, chérie." Remy smiled and lead her inside. They found a seat at the bar away from the wandering hands on the dance floor. Rogue not wanting to put anyone in a coma right now. Remy had ordered them two cocktails that Rogue couldn't name if she tried, it seemed to be sweet and bitter and gross and tasty all at the same time.

"So why were you so sad before, Rogue?" Remy asked, his Cajun accent thick after a sip of the alcohol.

"Its just that..well..at the institute.." She started.

She looked up at a cloud of smoke and a guy, a few years older then her had materialized at the bar.

"Two Kamikazes." The guy said and looked at Rogue who couldn't stop staring.

"Y.you.you're a mutant?" she asked in disbelief as it dawned on this guy had teleported across the room and didn't care who saw.

"Yo, Remy, what's up with bringing a Norm here." The young guy said giving Rogue a stupid look.

"Easy, Matt. This is Mademoiselle Rogue and she is no Norm."

"Yea whatever" 'Matt' said coldly and teleported away with his drinks.

"Cherie, The Underground is..for people like us." Remy informed her. "It is a place where mutants can have a social life and not be feared."

Rogue looked around. She could tell he was right they were all mutants. The DJ, a pretty blonde girl, created light waves while spinning. She saw a mutant on the dance floor shape shifting with his girlfriend.

"Ah cant believe ah never knew about this place." Rogue thought aloud.

Remy hopped off his barstool and held out his hand for his date. "Danse?"

Rogue smiled, feeling her mouth shape upwards like that felt like she was doing it for the first time. "Oui, monsieur."

The heavy techno music pounded through the system, as Rogue and Remy began to dance. Rogue noticed he looked natural 'raving', having taken off his long coat. Rogue however felt awkward. She was terrified someone was going to bump into her, and couldn't concentrate. She scanned her head for Kitty's dance moves, and finally found them.

Rogue couldn't be sure how long they were dancing, and drinking but she was sure it was getting pretty late, and she was also sure that the Professor had sent someone to look for her now.

"Remy," she yelled over the music, while taking a long drink of a cocktail. "Ah should get going yah know."

"Alright, chérie." Gambit smiled.

"Hey Remy!" the teleporting mutant named Matt walked over. "I got some stuff, man."

"Is it any good?" Remy narrowed his eyes at Matt.

"The best. It has a few..modifications."

Remy grinned at the thought of "modifications" whatever those were." Rogue, do you.."

Rogue looked at him for a moment unsure of what he was asking her and then it clicked.

"Oh Remy, ah dunno, ah mean." she fumbled for words not wanting to look like a loser now.

Remy just looked at her for a second. " 'right then, sorry Matt."

Rogue's mind was racing. This was her first night out in what felt like years. Now was she really going to spoil it by 'just saying no'? How bad could it be? Remy did it apparently.

"Wait!" she suddenly said. The guys looked at her. "I'll.try it..what is it?"

Matt grinned. Remy looked pleasantly surprised. "Why it is E chérie." Matt handed Remy a small package and Remy grabbed his and her drinks from the bar. Rogue couldn't see what he was doing and when he turned back around he handed her a the drink with a tiny pill bubbling on the bottom. He lead her to a sofa in a dark corner of the bar and they sat down.

"à ta santé" Remy held out his glass and kicked it back. Rogue sipped hers until it was gone.

A strange new feeling swept over her body. Her mind felt so clear suddenly. She knew the effects of ecstasy were often mental clarity, but she never imagined it to be like this. She realized that all this time she thought she was in love with Scott, but that wasn't it at all. All this time she was just jealous of Jean. Sure she would never admit that to anyone, but it all made perfect sense now. Jean was pretty and smart. She had the two best looking guys at school wrapped around her finger. She was telepathic. She knew how everyone felt about her, but she didn't let it bother her. Rogue felt better. She felt relieved. She felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she smiled brightly. Then a new feeling was coming over her. She felt a heat rising in her lower back and recognized a feeling she knew she could never satisfy.

She looked up at Remy who looked at her, his eyes sparkled with adoration at the girl in front of him. He shifted uncomfortably on the sofa and Rogue thought he was probably feeling the same heat. He then did something she would have never expected. He pulled his glove off of his hand and stretched his bare hand towards her pale face.

"Rehmee.nooaaa" Rogue slurred, the full extent of the drug kicking in. But she didn't fight it, her head was spinning and she suddenly felt his cool hand against her warm cheek. She closed her eyes tightly, bracing for impact as if she was in a runaway train, but nothing happened. She didn't feel that electric feeling sizzling on her cheek where she was supposed to be absorbing all of Remy's thoughts, memories, and life force.

Her eyes fluttered open and saw Remy still touching her cheek. She wondered why he could, but couldn't think of what to say. He gently picked up her hand and slid it out of her black leather glove. He extended her arm and rested her exposed hand on his cheek. Rogue's heart was racing at this point. She was breathing heavily, and wondered what sex was like if a simple touch drove her crazy like this.

Neither of the two mutants could take it anymore. Remy leaned in looked her deep in her eyes for a moment and then kissed her softly. Rogue felt like her heart would leap from her chest. This was all new, and the only time she had ever kissed anymore before was Cody, and that was hardly a happy experience. She gently kissed him back and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pushing her down onto the soft couch. It had been so long since she felt a human touch and despite the crowded club, she let Remy take over. He slipped her green top off her slowly, revealing more skin and a tight black tank top. He looked at her delicate lily colored skin and slowly kissed her shoulders and tops of arms. She arched her back, her senses going crazy.

So what did you think of chapter 3? Review so I know. Oh and by the way, I can so end the chap just like that. I'm the author. (

Authors Note: Don't misunderstand my plot for a promotion for drug use. Drugs are bad and while trips can be fun, the side effects of drugs can be deadly. If you're smart you wont use them, it just isnt worth it.