Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, no matter how much I want them to be. Especially Pietro... or Piotr... or Gambit... or Logan... Hell, I'll just take everyone!!!

Argh!! I am so conflicted!! I still don't really know who Rogue is going to end up with. This chapter is going to be as much of a surprise to me as it's going to be to everyone else! I've basically been fighting with myself for the past week (hence the long delay). I have my sense, let's call her evil, and then my sensibility, let's call her eviler.

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Evil: Scott! It's so obvious! He's already flirted with her, they're meeting at the bleachers, she has a crush on him.... I mean, we (evil and eviler) have been planning this all along.

Eviler: But Remy! REMY!

Evil: I know... he is hot... but please? Could you think about this? I know more people want Rogue with him, and I know we want Rogue with him, but Scott just fits so well!

Eviler: But it's Remy!

Evil: But it's going to be so hard to write him in. Unless... No! We can't do it. Tell me one reason why we should screw up this perfectly good story.

Eviler: Remy?

Evil: ...

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Yup, that's pretty much it. It all ends in a brain fart, and I have no clue what to do. So, here's me writing with absolutely nothing (ok, maybe a little something when I ignore one of my halves, but still essentially nothing) to go on. Enjoy!

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"Scott? Are you here?" Rogue approached the bleachers tentatively. The field was a bustle of motion as the track team practiced, but the bleachers seemed barren. Sighing a little, Rogue climbed up and sat down resting her head in her hands. She ran her fingers through her hair with one hand, and was surprised at how quickly she ran out of hair. Oh yeah, she did cut Kitty's hair this morning...

Blushing shamefully, she sat up straight and let her hands fall to her sides. She was just about to get ready to leave when a hand fell on her thigh. Startled, she turned quickly to the owner of said hand.

"Hey, Rogue. Kitty told me you needed a ride home," Scott said innocently. He had evidently snuck up to the side of the bleachers without her noticing.

"Oh, yeah," Rogue stammered, breathless. He took her hand and helped her down from the bleachers, and then led her back to the parking lot. Rogue hung her head in uncomfortable silence as he opened the passenger door for her, and she stepped into the car. He sprinted over to the other side, and vaulted into his seat, starting the car. They zoomed out of the parking lot, and made a right onto the road.

"Uh, Scott?" Rogue asked. "Where are we going? The Institute is, like, the other way."

"Kitty and Jean are stuck at the school, so we can't really get any good training in anyway. I figured we could go somewhere else until they finish up at school."

"Ah." Rogue sunk down into her seat, incredibly uncomfortable. She started as Scott started reaching toward her, but he only turned the radio on, and made the bass boom. Rogue sighed gratefully as Scott began to sing along with the music (Fountains of Wayne). He was very obviously tone deaf, but at least she wouldn't be expected to talk. She allowed her thoughts to slip away as she watched the trees whip by outside.

Rogue was startled, shamefully, from a daydream about Lance when Scott parked the car, turned off the engine, and turned down the radio. She looked around and realized she knew this place. Not well, but the memory was there...

"This is Lookout Point," Scott told her, seeing the look of confusion on her face. "We met here after the incident at Area 51, remember?"

"Oh, yeah," Rogue said, blushing a bit. How could she have been so stupid! Of course it was Lookout Point. Now he was going to think she was some kind of idiot.

Obviously not, though. She felt something on her thigh, and looked down to find Scott's hand there.

"Scott! What do you think you're doing?" Rogue squealed, pushing his hand away.

"What?" He asked, confused. "I thought you liked me."

"Yeah, I like you! As a friend."

"Because that's all we could be," he said, smiling and leaning forward a bit. "But now..."

"But now nothing has changed," Rogue shouted as she turned her head to avoid Scott's lips. "You've still got Jean!"

"Jean?" A look of almost disgust crossed his face. "Jean is Jean. She's always there. You're Rogue: the untouchable." He leaned in and tried to kiss her again.

"Stop it!" Rogue pushed him away and got out of the car. "If the only thing that kept you from me was my power, then you're much shallower than I ever thought, Scott Summers!!"

"Aw, come on!" he shouted after her as she stormed off. "You know you want to! It's your chance, Rogue. Probably your only chance! Rogue!" He started up the car, and drove off in the direction she had gone, slowing so that the car stayed beside her as she walked.

"Get away from me, you asshole!"

"Look, I'm sorry. Just get in the car and I'll take you home."

"No way! I don't ever want to be anywhere near you again, you creep!"

"Fine." He sped up the car like he was going to leave, but when he was only a little ahead of her he stopped the car, and angled it so that it blocked the entire road. Stepping out, he walked toward.

"Come on, Rogue," he said gently, offering her his hand. "Let's just go home."

"I said I don't want to be near you! Just leave me alone, okay?"

"I can't do that. I can't leave you out here by yourself. We need to get back to the Institute soon anyway."

"I can walk."

"No." He grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her toward his car. She struggled against his hold, but had no luck freeing herself.

"Let me go!"

"Rogue, I'm not going to do anything! Just come on!" He yanked her viciously, and she fell to the ground, skinning her knees on the sharp rocks. Pulling her back to her feet, he showed no compassion as he continued on to his car.

"Scott, please," Rogue choked. Tears were streaming down her face now, and she had almost given up fighting. Unceremoniously, Scott lifted her up and dumped her into the passenger seat, not even bothering with the door. Scott jumped into the driver's side, and put the car in drive. Before he could go, however, a plying card floated down from above them and landed just in front of Scott on the dashboard: Ace of Spades. It glowed menacingly as Rogue and Scott both stared at it, perplexed. A split-second later it exploded, and Scott was thrown back, hitting his head hard on his head restraint.

Dazedly, he rubbed the back of his head, and looked at Rogue. She was looking up. Scott's head then whipped back toward the front of his car as he heard a loud thump on the hood. There, on the car, stood, or rather, crouched, the owner of the card.

"Having trouble, cherie?"

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Author's Note: Well, I guess it's pretty obvious which half of me won now, huh? I guess I really am a lot eviler than I thought... Okay, enough musing about myself. Yay!! I can't wait to write the next chapter! squeals to self, since rest of house is sleeping Review, please!! It makes me feel so good when you do, and then I write more! And usually better too...