Chapter 2: Remy's Surprise

***Authors note: I don't speak French, any French used in the following pages is what I got from freetranslation.com.  Don't blame me for getting it wrong.***

             Rogue was coming down the stairs later that evening carrying a pile of books she needed to return to the Local Bayville Library, Kitty Pryde bounding down the stairs with an even larger pile of books.

             "So he asked you out?" Kitty asked excitedly, she dropped one of the books and picked it up, the rest of the books in her grasp toppling out of her arms as she did.

             Rogue rolled her eyes at Kitty's clumsy antics and picked up a few of the books, "Valentines day…it'll be great," she smiled, "Its been a while since me and him were on our own – away from the mansion.  I'm really looking forward to it."

             "Can I ask something?" Kitty asked quietly.

             "Uh huh?"

             Kitty walked beside Rogue as they crossed the foyer, "What's that stuff in your bedside cabinet…"

             "What stuff?" Rogue raised an eyebrow, "and what the hell were you doin' in my bed side cabinet?"

             "I was looking for a pen because mines had all run out and I needed to write down something real quick, anyway, I found a small bottle of blue stuff in there…what is that?" Kitty's blue eyes were right on her, suspicious expression crossed upon her pretty features.

             "Its perfume," Rogue lied.

             "It is?" Kitty asked, "what perfume?"

             "Uhmmm…cool waters I think," Rogue lied, she had just reached the front door when the doorbell rang, ringing throughout the hallway loudly.

             "Are we expecting company?" Kitty asked, she tucked a stray lock of her brown hair away behind her ear, and glanced to Rogue with a questioning expression.

             "I don't know…" Rogue opened the door without even glancing through the peephole.  A tall, thin woman stood there, her silken hair was dark blonde, and cut straight, hanging down to her shoulders.  She had very bright eyes – noticeably hazel, but with tiny flecks of gold – peering from behind oval black framed glasses.   She was wearing a white georgette blouse, and a long black skirt, she looked to be in her early or mid twenties.

             "Bonjour," She smiled in a very charming fashion.

             "Bonjour," Rogue said vaguely, recognising the French for hello. 

             "Je serai obligé à voir ici Remy LeBeau?" she looked curious as if to ask if she was possibly in the right place.

             "What did she say?" Rogue asked of Kitty, only recognising a piece of the sentence – mainly Remy's name.

             "I think she's looking for Remy…" Kitty trailed off, "I understand a little French but not much."

             Rogue looked at the woman, "Remy is..uhm…not home…"

             "Je suis désolé?" the young woman looked most confused.

             "I don't think she speaks English, Rogue…"

             Rogue gestured to the hallway for the woman to come in, "Kitty, I thought you knew French…"

             "A little," Kitty paused for thought, watching the woman enter into the foyer, "parlez vous anglais?" she asked of the woman.

             "Non," the woman shook her head.

             "Ask her who she is…" Rogue suggested to Kitty.

             "That one I don't know.  You ask!  You're the one with the boyfriend who's fluent in French!" Kitty said, exasperated.

             Rogue closed the door, "Remy only taught me the basics, you expect me to hold a conversation with her?!" she placed her books on a table nearby.  She looked at the woman, she tried to think of the dozens of phrases Remy had taught her.  "Qui vous est?" she asked, the simplest phrase to ask who the girl was.

             "Genevieve Devereux," the woman replied.

             Rogue wasn't sure to introduce herself or not, she wasn't sure why this young woman was looking for Remy, all she knew was that the language barrier was a bit of a problem.

             Just at that moment, Remy LeBeau sauntered through the door.  At first, he looked quite cheerful, he was humming a tune to himself, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, then, when he saw Genevieve, his expression changed.  His mouth dropped and the cigarette fell to the floor, sparks jumping from it as it did. 

             "Shit," he muttered, he stomped on the cigarette, the carpet slightly burnt now.

             "Remy…I think she's lookin' for you…" Rogue glanced to Remy worriedly.

             Remy grabbed a hold of the woman's wrist and pulled her to a corner of the foyer, his voice a fierce whisper, "Que faites-vous ici!?"

             Rogue could still hear the conversation, despite it was in French.

             "Quelques choses ont besoin d'être réglé," Genevieve said, her tone very dull, "Vous n'avez pas signé les papiers…"

             "J'ai besoin d'un avocat pour aller par-dessus eux avec moi," Remy looked at her, then glanced over Genevieve's shoulder to glance at Rogue with much concern in his expression. 

             Rogue walked over, "Remy, what's going on?" she demanded.

             "Ceci est votre femme pour être?" Genevieve asked.

             "Non, Ceci est Marie, Je vous ai dit d'elle," he said to her, then looked at Rogue, "Nothing, please…leave me to talk to her, I'll sort everything out…" Remy explained, "you girls are going to the library, yes?" He asked quickly, "Get me the New Harry Potter book out," he said quickly, then grabbed Genevieve's arm, and hauled her into the nearest room, closing the door behind them both.

             "What was THAT all about?" Kitty asked, looking thoroughly perplexed, her blue eyes on the closed door.

             "I don't know…I don't understand French," Rogue said, "I flunked it in Bayville High," she explained, Rogue grabbed her books and they left the mansion.  "I wonder what he's up to now," Rogue sighed, "he has all these fucking secrets, its so frustrating…"

             "I can see what you mean," Kitty nodded, "who was the other girl he mentioned?"

             "Huh?"

             "I don't know much French, but I know I heard the name Marie," Kitty explained.

             Rogue blushed, "Uhm…that's my name."

             "You told him your name before you told me?!" Kitty demanded, "You bitch!" she pouted, "that's like, so not cool."

             "He guessed it," Rogue said quickly, "I'd still rather be Rogue, I hate my name," she commented.

             "Do you think she's an ex girlfriend of his?" Kitty asked finally.

             "Wouldn't surprise me if she was a current one…" Rogue muttered, "he's so gonna get it when we get home…I'll get him the new Harry Potter book alright – and shove it up his fucking ass," she made a face.

             Kitty smirked a little, "yeah, it'll be easier to process since his brain is there," she remarked.

             "His brain is NOT in his ass," Rogue frowned, then smirked, "it's in his dick," she smirked.

             Kitty burst out laughing, "I totally agree."