Author's Note- Come on people, just yes or no, do you want me to up the rating?

Second note- I'm going on vacation so I won't be able to update for about a week, but I'll continue then.

Prom begins again

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So lay all your troubles down

I am with you now

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I'm here for the hard times

The straight to your heart times

When living ain't easy

You can stand up against me

And maybe rely on me

And cry on me yeah

-Matchbox Twenty

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Two years later

Magneto abandoned the Brotherhood soon after the trial that sent Ron away for thirty years. Xavier began to send them much needed money, even paying for Lance's college education. Due to his slacking off in High School he could only get into a Community college but it was still more than he ever expected. The Brotherhood didn't join the X-Men, except Remy.

Kitty and Lance were still together; the two rarely saw each other though. The worst part was the fact that he told her that he wasn't going to be able to go to her Junior Prom. Rogue had convinced her to go anyhow so here she was. Her dress was a dark green. The sleeves were off the shoulder showing off the heart pendant that Lance had given her for Christmas. She wore her hair down as she had last year.

Rogue walked in she was in a red dress that matched her date's eyes perfectly. This time the straps were thin with a sheer material that flowed over her hands. She had bought gloves but had no plans to wear them when they arrived at Prom. "You ready, sugah?" she asked.

"I don't know if I want to go-" Kitty started.

"You're goin'," Rogue told her. Kitty sighed and followed her friend down the stairs.

"How can Remy be so lucky, escorting two tres belle femmes?"

"Stuff it, Swamp Rat," Rogue said but smiled as she kissed her boyfriend.

"You two are just weird," Kitty said.

"Oui, petite," Remy said. "Mais, Remy would like to know who defines normal."

"Ah, good," Xavier said. The adults came out. "You're all here."

"Rats," Rogue muttered. "We almost made it."

"Now, time for pictures," Xavier said pulling out the camera. The group posed. Each adult, except Logan took out their own cameras snapping pictures. "Kurt and Amanda got away." He handed Rogue the camera. "Please, get a few pictures of them." Rogue grinned at the thought of getting her foster brother.

"Bye, everyone!" the group called before leaving. After dinner they went to the hall that was hosting their Prom. Kitty wondered away as soon as they walked in.

"Does she know?" Remy asked.

"Nope," Rogue said. "Ah for one can't believe that she even though that he was telling the truth."

"Well, he was. He just changed things around."

"When's he getting in?"

"Soon, he might already be here."

"Well, Remy, are we just going to stand here?"

"Is that your way of hinting at something, chere?"

"Hinting? I want to dance."

He chuckled. "As you wish, Rogue." They went out onto the dance floor. He drew her close as a pulsing song began. "You really are a tres bonne danseur, ma cherie."

"You can actually thank Kitty for that," Rogue smiled. "I absorbed her dancing ability and expanded upon it."

"Ah, you're right, I must thank her." A slow song began. "Chere?" Rogue felt herself blush as she turned in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She wondered how, after three years, he could still make her blush simply by holding her and whispering.

"Remy," she whispered. "Ah just wanted to tell you that. . . Ah. . ." She cleared her throat. "Ah'm tryin' ta say." She stopped, annoyed with herself. She took a deep breath and decided to just say it quickly. "Ahloveyou."

Remy chuckled kissing her softly. "Taking lessons from Pietro, chere?" He kissed her again. "Je t'aime."