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            Disclaimer – I don't own X-Men: Evolution

            ***

            "Good morning, Rogue." Hank said eyeing the yawning teenager as she entered the kitchen. She mumbled something and sat herself down at the table. "Still exhausted?"

            "Yeah." Simple answer. She eyed the morning paper laid out in front of her. The first thing she went for were the comics. Hank raised a brow.

            "Since when do you read the comics?"

            Rogue blinked. "Ah don't know.."

            ''De comics are 'de bes' part of 'de paper!' The voice explained from inside her head. Rogue just groaned and let her head plop forward onto the table, right on the comics. 'Y'know, 'de print..'

            "Good moring, Hank! Rogue!" Kitty bounced into the kitchen as happy as ever. "Isn't it just a totally awesome day? I mean, like, the sun is shining! People still hate mutants and the weather is fantastic."

            "Oh yeah." Rogue mumbled without raising her head. "Ya have a bunch of Mutant-haters outside waitin' ta gain up on us, forgettin' that we're mutants an' can kill 'em, yet it's still a wondahful day out."

            "Don't be such a pessimistic, Rogue." Kitty smiled.

            "Ah'll gladly trade places with ya. Ah'm sure ya wouldn't mind Remy in ya head." Again, she didn't even bother to move her head.

            "Remy?" Hank's eyebrows both went up.

            Now, Rogue looked up and blinked twice. "Or Gambit. Whatevah his name is!"

            Kitty smirked and crossed her arms. "You remembered his name was Remy? Ooh and you even called him by it. Are you two starting to get along in there?" Rogue could hear Gambit chuckle.

            "No! Gawd, no. He's still the annoyin', cocky, Cajun-bastard that he has always been." Kitty just laughed. She wasn't convinced. She picked up a donut and slowly made her way out of the room.

            "Right. By the way, you have newspaper print on your forehead."

            'Remy was tryin' t' tell y' 'bout 'dat..'

            ***

            'Y' know what Remy wants?'

            Rogue turned the TV's volume up even more as if she were drowning him out. It didn't work. "No. But Ah believe the real question is does 'Rogue care what Remy wants?'"

            'Oui. 'Dat's right. Remy wants a cigarette.'

            She made a face. "Ew no. That causes cancers an' bad health an' more stupid stuff."

            ''Dat's why Remy smokes!'

            "Ya are so stupid. Swamp rat."

            'River rat!'

            "Jerk."

            He smirked. 'You know it, chére.'

            ***

            "Vhut are you watching?" Kurt asked his sister as he entered the living room.

            "A French soap opera." Rogue answered without looking at him. Her eyes were glued to the screen. "No! Henri, Madam Frenchfry is cheatin' on ya! Don't allow 'er back in ya life!" He heard some French come from the television. "No! Ya stupid fool. That was a stupid mistake. She only wants ya for ya money!" More French that he did not understand. "Yeah! That's it. Deny 'er love." More. "She ain't really pregnant with ya child." She groaned and slapped her forehead. "He fell foh it!" She looked at her brother. "Can ya believe that?"

            "No?"

            ***

            "Meine Schwester ist verrückt gegangen!" Kurt sighed walking into Kitty's room. Kitty, who laid prone on her bed looked at him. "Meine schwester.. she's crazy!"

            "You just, like, noticed that?"

            He opened his mouth but stopped to think about it. "No.." He stared at her. "Vhut's vrong? You seemed happy this morning."

            "Just bored. Practically everyone went on a mission with Logan."

            "Vhut mission?"

            "A mission to the market."

            They both laughed.

            "It reminds me of the time we went with him."

            "Ja! You kept phasing things into the cart."

            "And he'd put them back—"

            "And I'd put them back in the cart."

            They continued to laugh at the memories until their eyes met.

            "Good times."

            He nodded, smiling. "Ja."

            ***

            "Ah can't believe Ah jus' spent the last two hours watchin' soap operas in French." Rogue laughed, walking upstairs. She stopped laughing when she realized she was laughing. That was unusual for her. The laughing part, at least.

            'Don' stop. Yo'r laughter is nice.'

            She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, okay."

            'Oi, don' be such a pessimistic, Roguey.'

            "Don't call meh Roguey!"

             'What? Y' don' like it? Remy like. 'Dat's yo'r pet name fo' now on. Roguey.'

            "Pet name?" She raised a brow as she entered the bathroom. She shut and locked the door behind her without realizing it.

            'Oui.. unless y' like River rat so much.. or petite.. or fille..'

            "Ugh. Whatevah. Ah'm takin' a shower."

            'Superb.' He then noticed she was putting up mental barriers. 'Awww.'

            ***

            "Rogue?" Kitty knocked on Rogue's door instead of phasing in. The last thing she wanted to do was be with Gambit in Rogue's head. It was mean of her to think that, but it was true.

            "Come in, Kit." Kitty obeyed and phased through the door. Rogue sat on her bed brushing her hair. She was wearing her workout outfit.

            "Going down to the gym?" Kitty asked. By 'gym' she meant the basement where the gym for the mansion was. It was a stupid question but Kitty had other things on her mind.

            "Yeah. Anythin' ya want befoh Ah go down?" The southern 'goth' asked setting down the brush and stood up. She enjoyed standing up next to Kitty. She was several inches taller than the valley girl, which made her feel tall. When Rogue stood next to Jean, who was a good head taller, she felt short.

            "It's nothing really.." Kitty looked down at the carpet. "I was just, like, you know.. wondering about Kurt.."

            Rogue raised a brow. "Ya were? What 'bout 'im?"

            ''De fille digs 'dat blue fuzzy boy.' Rogue ignored the Cajun. 'Fine. Ignore 'de guy in yor head.'

            'Ah am.' She thought, smiling.

            "Well.. It's just—" She paused. "Do you have to smile?" Rogue rolled her eyes and made a frown. "When he, like, you know, talks to you.. does he ever mention me?"

            'Told y' Roguey! She be head over heels wit' him.'

            "Mention ya..?" Rogue played stupid. Only her and Gambit seemed to know that.

            "That.. he might.." Kitty looked uncomfortable. "You know.."

            "No, Ah don't."

            'Aww, Roguey, give 'er a break.'

            "Like me?"

            "Like what?"

            "Me."

            "Maybe."

            Kitty frowned. "Rogue! I'm telling you who I like and you can't even tell me if he likes be back? My god, you're so rude.. And mean!"

            "Sorrah Kitty." Rogue gave her a small smile. "Kurt an' Ah really don' talk much 'bout his love life but Ah can tell ya what Ah think."

            'An' what Remy t'inks. 'Cause Remy t'inks de blue boy likes 'de Cat back.'

            "An' what Rem—Gambit thinks." Rogue stumbled over the last few works. "All Ah can say is it ain't one-sided love." She paused. "Kurt! Come 'ere!"

            "What are you doing!?" Kitty snapped as Kurt bamf'd into the room.

            "Ja?"

            "Kurt, Kitty likes ya." Kitty gasped and her face turned a new shade of red. "An' Ah know ya like 'er so tell 'er." Before neither of them could respond she made her way towards the door. "An' Ah'm goin'."

            ''Tis funny when two people don' even know 'dey like eachother.. Eh, chere?'

            Rogue laughed, amused. "Yeah.."

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            To be continued.. ;)

            Mm.. I was just joking about the cookie thing before.. =P

           

''Tis funny when two people don' even know 'dey like eachother.. Eh, chere?'

You'll see the meaning of that in the next chapter or two.. ;)