The resulting battle was long and arduous. Apocalypse was released in the end. (AN: well, damn, but not like we all didn't see _that_ one coming. Now back to the real reason we're here.)

Everyone was tired, sore, and a little scared as they got out back onto the Blackbird.

"Same seats!" someone called.

[Damn,] Rogue thought. But everyone had had a rough time of it and they needed some _wholesome_ violence to take their minds off getting their asses kicked by a punch in the face. (PN: I don't know. One of Loup's It's-really-too-late-to-be-writing-but-I-am-anyway things.)

Remy slid back into his seat only a little worse for the wear than when he'd gotten up out of it. Rogue was nursing a cut on her upper-right arm. She'd gotten a little too close to Mesmero and his knife.

"Dat might need stitches," he remarked.

Rogue kicked him through the chair.

"Ah hate chu."

"Now who's usin' aweful comebacks?"

"How 'bout, 'Ah hate chu, Assshole?'"

"Better."

"I have to ask," Tabitha said leaning over the back of her seat just four rows up. "Why do you hate him so much? He hasn't done anything the rest of them haven't."

Remy grinned at Rogue devilishly (PN:I doubt he can grin any other way.)

"You mean you haven't tol' all your little friends abotu-"

"Can it, Cajun!"

"About what?" Tabitha asked much more interrested now.

Rogue was stone silent and glaring at a sardonic Remy.

"Our first battle," he started. "I surprised her around a corner-"

"Ya _didn't_ surprise me."

"Whatever. She got a little distracted. . ."

"Ah'd'a loved ta see you try!" Rogue yelled at him.

"What?! What?!" Several voices of the audience asked. The two main characters weren't paying them any attention.

"Please, cherie. If I was _half_ as stupid as you accuse me of being I coulda had my tounge down you throat before-"

Rogue snapped.

"YOU GOD DAMNED BASTARD!" The entire plane jumped and looked at Rogue, who couldn't give a damn. "You fucking asshole!"

Kurt 'ported over to his sister, and was barely able to 'port her over to the seat next to Amara. Tabitha would have pouted, but seeing Rogue about to do gruesome things to whatever part of Gambit she could reach changed Booom Boom's black little heart.

Ororo and Logan rushed into the plane. They saw the excited students. (PN: Minds outta the gutter you guys!) Jean, who hadn't heard the part before Rogue's stream of obscenities was apologizing to Remy. John was adding something up on his fingers. Kurt was restraining Rogue, with help from Tabitha and Amara. Kitty was trying to get John to shut up and maybe phase a seat belt into his colon.

Ororo went to ask Remy what had happened, while Logan tried to calm Rogue down.

"Lemme go. Ah swear he's gonna get it for that."

"Kid, I'm not sayin' you hsouldn't kill him, but you can't. You're sitting here. Tabitha, go sit back there next to Kurt. Elf, I want you to make sure Rogue doesn't go back there to kill that punk."

Kurt nodded and went to the back, hoping Tabitha would be too busy annoying Gambit to flirt with him.

"Hey, Gambit." Remy looked back and saw the blonde who could make bombs on command. This was _much_ better. (PN: Gentlemen prefer blondes. Is it possible that blondes also prefer gentlemen?)

"I have a name." He said, turning in his seat to face her.

"I don't care. Whatever you said to Rogue, you better not say again. She's got friends, and we don't like our girls being tormented by men. You see the girl next to Rogue? She can make fire. Not just control it like Captain Idiot over there. See the brunette flirting with the Russian WHEN SHE THINKS WE'RE NOT LOOKING!" Kitty turned in her seat, looking guilty. "She can kill you with anything. Myself, I can make bombs in greater quantinties than your cards. Oh, and when the red head comes to her senses she'll t.k. you off of a cliff."

Remy though of his next comment.

"Well. . ."

"'Well', nothing," she countered. "you know, I'm begining to see why Rogue hates you so much."

She sat down in Rogue's old seat, Kurt next to her. Remy sat there and thought over everything that had been said that day. When had it gone so terribly wrong? _Most_ of the time it had been fun. The bad parts seemed to come when he said something vaguely sexual.