Cardshark 8

A/N: All the Apocalypse stuff never happened in this. I.E. Mystique is still alive. You will need to know this for Royal Flush. Yes, I have finished writing the entire fic! I just need to type it up and upload it. Very very slowly! Mwahaha! ~

"Merry Christmas, Marie!" Called Bobby, the second Rogue entered the living room. Rogue shot him a look that clearly said 'You're dead Drake.' Bobby then pranced over to Jubilee and sat next to her. In an attempt to be funny, he had taped Mistletoe to his head. Rogue rolled her eyes.

"Sit next to us, Rogue!" Kitty pulled on her hands. She was left with no choice, but to sit next to Lance. "I don't get it!" Kitty started. Rogue groaned, not again. "Why is Christmas such a commercialized holiday? I sit here, with you all giving Christmas gifts, but no one like, helped me light my menorah!" Whether this was a rhetorical question or not, no one cared. Their attention was turned to three presents piled in front of Rogue.

"Are these all for meh?" She asked, everyone nodded. She opened the top first. Inside was a frame with the words 'Brother and Sister' inscribed in different fonts and in the frame was a picture. A picture of her and Kurt smiling, it was a close up of their faces, they were close together, but not too close and his blue fuzzy tail was around her shoulder.

"Turn et ova!" Kurt urged, she did as she was told, and on the back were the words: 'I swear, he's like an annoying little Brother'. Rogue looked at Kurt, half smiling, but her eyes were grimacing with the memory, Scott laughed slightly. The second present was an oddly shaped box. Rogue soon got busy ripping off the paper and tearing open the box. Inside was a brand new, shiny blue guitar, with amp and everything.

"Scott and Jean! You two! Thank ya!" Jean looked down, and Scott smiled. The last present was a new stereo, Discman, laptop and CD's to replace the broken ones from everyone else. Lance, whom Kitty had given a guitar too, leaned over to Rogue and whispered in her ear. Rogue nodded, and plugged her amp. There, in the living room, was held a Christmas concert. They placed The Hanukah Song for Kitty, and a wide range of songs from The Nightmare before Christmas. By the time they were done, the rest of the students were done opening gifts.

"Ah, Rogue, one last gift for you." Professor Xavier handed her a small velvet box with a black ribbon on it.

"He's proposing," Bobby whispered to Julibee.

Taking off the bow and opening the box, Rogue screamed. A gleaming key was in it with a note, 'From Mr. McCoy, Storm, Professor Xavier, and Logan, look in the garage.' Rogue didn't need to eb told twice. She half wobbled to the garage followed by everyone else. Rogue screamed at what she saw. A brand spanking new Harley Davidson.

"Oh mah gawd! Thank ya so much!" Rogue hugged each of the teachers in turn.

"Now, let's return to the living room for cocoa and cookies." Professor X herded everyone into the living room.

When everyone was settled, Jean stood up.

"I," she cleared her throat, and there was a very pregnant pause. "I am Pregnant with Scott's baby!"

BOOM! Scott fell off his chair in a dead fait, Logan stopped biting the head off a ginger bread man halfway to his mouth, Lance looked extremely uncomfortable, Kurt choked on his egg nog, the new recruits started whispering and giggling, Kitty screamed in shock, and Jamie looked confused. Everyone else looked shocked.

BOOM!

The room broke out in chatter.

"Jean, Scott, Logan, Hank, and Ororo, can I see you in the other room, please, now?" Professor X pointed to the door as they trudged out the door into the other door.

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A/N

Disclamer: Same as before, and Tim Burton owns NMBC, Adam Sandler owns The Hanukkah song, Harley Davidson owns Harley Davidson. (Is he a real person?) And I own. **looks around for something to own** My bleach kit that my mum won't let me use, my shirt that looks like Rogue's, but the second I find a better one, my mom won't let me buy it, my boots, my Harley Davidson shoes, and my gloves. And my X-Men Evolution Tees I made my self. (Ten bucks a pop. You pick the words and picture. I ship them to you!)

~ASGT has a headache, and is taking a break from writing because the next chapter iss LONG