HIIII!!!!!!! Ok, now that that's over with, it's me, Remy Shall Kill Belladonna… But I'm just gonna call myself RSKB… Ok, shoutouts:

Newbie: That's interesting… That's very interesting… Ok, I've seen Pirates of the Caribbean too many times… Three to be exact. :^_^

Ish: That magic stuff was all my idea! *Smiles*

Psycho: Yeah, Boredom! Why do you pick on my character so much!? grrrr…

Oh well, ON WITH THE CHAPPIE!!!!!!!!!!!

Rogue grabbed the puppy, and stuffed him into one of Remy's pockets, and continued her charge, determined to remove herself and Remy from the line of fire.

"Damn! Dere are too many people livin' 'ere!"

"Yore tellin me!" Rogue gasped as she pulled Remy 'round the corner of the mansion, just as a bolt of electricity flew past.

"So why are dey doin dis?"

"Tag" Rogue winced as she heard a large crash, either from Boom-Boom, or Cannonball.

Remy looked at Rogue, "where we hide?"

"Anywhere where they aren't playing." Rogue heard a shriek.

We go out t' eat? At nine at night?!?" He was making a mad dash for the garage...

"We already ate, but any excuse to get off these grounds!" Rogue followed Remy.

Remy got on his bike, as Sparkels whimpered from his pocket.

"What else ya got in those there pockets?" Rogue asked, trying to count them as she passed a helmet to Remy.

"Cards, cards, Sparkels, cigs, condoms...."

"Always ready?" Rogue asked smirking, "Or are they all expired?"

"Wanna find out?" He joked. Rogue pushed Remy off the motorcycle in response. Remy smiled and got back on the bike, "jokin', jokin'...."

"Ah know, Ah just wanted ta see ya land on ya butt."

He smiled and put on Logan's helmet. Rogue grinned back, and pulled Remy's helmet over her head. 

"Ya know chere, ya do look good wit my stuff on..."

Rogue glanced down, double checking that everything she was wearing was her own. Remy started the bike, and revved it up, like a boyfriend trying to impress the girlfriend...

"Better not get another speedin' ticket!" Rogue grinned.

"I won'!" He sped out of the gates of the Institute.

Rogue held Remy tight. "Slow down afore the cop sees ya again!" She shouted.

He slowed, and started looking for food. "If ya see anyt'ing dat look goo', tell meh!" He shouted. Rogue shrugged. She wasn't that hungry anymore, but she pointed to a little diner that seemed out of the way. Remy did a u turn and pulled into the diner. Rogue once again pulled off the helmet, ignoring her hair, knowing it was going to be a mess if she tried to fix it. Remy got off and held his hand out for her. Rogue laughed and ignored him, getting off on her own. Remy walked toward the diner, Rogue next to him.

When they entered, there were only three people inside. Rogue happily sat down in a nearby booth. Remy sat down across from her. He smiled at her.

 Rogue smiled back, allowing her train of thought to wander away from the present... Remy just sat there looking around. Sparkels popped out of his pocket. Rogue stared absently at the ceiling, not noticing as Sparkels jumped out of Remy's pocket, and onto the table. Remy started petting Sparkels, and he barked. Sparkels then leaped forward onto Rogue.

Remy smiled, "he likes ya chere." Sparkels started licking her face.

Rogue pulled the puppy away. "The last thing Ah need is some little mutt runnin' round in my mind?" Rogue seemed confused.

Remy took Sparkels, "wat?"

"Ah can't feel that dog!" She said, pointing.

Sparkels looked at her, and barked. "Ya hurt 'is feelin's"

"No! Ah mean Ah can't feel that dog in my head!"

Remy looked at the black lab. He looked back up at Rogue, "ok chere."

Rogue was beginning to get frustrated. "Ah didn't absorb him!" She was nearly shouting at Remy and the dog.

"I neva said ya did!" He put his dog back in his pocket.

"Alright, where did my powers go, or how is it that they're under control?" Rogue decided to approach the problem calmly and logically.

Remy shrugged, "mebe ya jus' don' absorb animals."

"Then how come Ah absorb you?" Rogue eyed Remy, smiling slightly. Remy smiled, and Sparkels jumped back on the table. "What's up with ya little mutt? Hmmm? Well? Do you know why Ah can't absorb ya?"

*BARK* Remy looked at her, "I don' t'ink he knows chere."

"He should." Rogue crossed her arms, slightly grumpy, mostly because she didn't know what was going on.

Sparkels jumped off the table and ran into the kitchen.

"That's not neccessarily a good thing." Rogue looked over at the doorway where the tiny puppy had run into.

Sparkels came running out with a steak. He ran out the diner door. "He knows de way 'ome."

"Does he know how ta look both ways 'fore crossin' the street?"

Remy had a look of horror on his face, he looked out the window. He gupled, "no."

"Then we better catch him!" Rogue got up.

Remy shook his head, "too late."

"Can't catch up to him?" Rogue teased.

Remy looked her straight in the eye, "look." He pointed out the window.

Rogue looked, and Sparkels was off and running through the streets. Steak flying high.

"Hope the game of tag is over, otherwise that pup's gonna be real surprised."

Remy jumped up and looked, "he alright!"

"He's running..." Rogue pulled off her glove, still trying to figure out why Sparkels was out running in the streets, instead of inside her mind.

"Let 'im run, an' why 'asn' a person come t' take our order?"

Rogue shrugged. "Ah'm not really hungry anyway." She stared hard at her hand, as if an answer would form itself if she looked hard enough. He touched her hand lightly. Rogue shuddered as some of his thoughts were transferred.

Remy closed his eyes, "I t'ink ya powers are still dere."

"Ah tink yore right, gawd, Ah've spent more time talkin' like you dan Ah have like me lately."

"I wonder why ya didn' absorb Sparkels...."

"Ah wish Ah knew..." Rogue looked down at the table. Remy kissed the top of her head. He looked at her and smiled. "We should probably head back to the Institute, if it's still there..."

"Or, we c'n spend de nigh' on de town..."

Rogue shook her head. "D'ya wanna face your headhunters all over again?"

"Jus' a lil dancin', nuthin' more."

"Last time Ah was at a dance, Ah ended up facin' a creature from wherever it is Kurt goes when he ports." Remy looked at her with puppy dog eyes.

"An' the one 'fore that Ah ended up fightin' for my life cause some kid got into Cerebro..."

"Stop bein' a loser chere."

"Hey! Not my fault that every time Ah go ta a dance somethin' bad always happens!"

"It aint a dance, it a nigh' club."

"An' that makes a huge difference?"

"C'mon, a lil dancin' won' do nobody any harm!"

"Ah'm gonna regret this..." Rogue got up and followed Remy back to his bike. Remy got on his bike, and didn't put the helmet. Rogue responded by knocking him on the back of the head, hard. Remy put the helmet on, and drove out to the street.

"So, where we going?" Rogue wasn't holding on as tightly, slowly getting used to the speed that Remy drove at.

"A nigh' club I know of."

'Why does that not make me feel any better?' Rogue wondered to herself.

Remy turned behind an old wherehouse. Rogue looked round, and saw only the warehouse. She began to feel slightly nervous. If her power suddenly disappeared again...

Remy took off the helmet, "don' worry, it fine."

"That makes me feel so much better." Rogue said sarcastically.

"C'mon," he started walking to the warehouse.

Rogue followed, constantly looking over her shoulder, sure she could hear someone following them. As they neared, they both heard booming music.

"Where is this place? Underground?" Rogue joked, feeling the earth shaking under her.

He smiled, "oui, it is." Rogue followed him as he lead her to a series of steps, going where else, but down. Once they were down there Remy shouted, over the music, "welcome t' hell!"

The room was filled with music Rogue would never hear coming out of any stereo at the Institute, especially when Logan was patrolling the hallways. Remy took her hand and led her to the dance floor. Remy began to execute a strange assortment of moves, which Rogue assumed was him dancing. She began to try and imitate him, to the best of her abilities. Remy looked around the room, and most of the people were dancing, erm, how to I put this, dirty. He looked back at Rogue.

Rogue shook her head. "Ya ain't gettin' no lapdance from me!" She shouted over the music.

"Shame, cuz I bet ya real good," he whispered on her ear so she could here. Rogue turned very red. "Mebe I shoul' call ya Rouge." Rogue turned even redder in response. Remy smiled, "ya do look cute red, chere." He smiled, and danced closer to her. Rogue just continued blushing, unsure how she should reply. He looked up at the dj.

The DJ was busy, he had half a dozen requests, and was scrambling to play them all before he ended up with another dozen. Remy smiled, and noticed that there was no space between him and Rogue.

Rogue noticed this too, and remembering she didn't have to worry about anyone from the Institute poking their fuzzy heads in, she hugged Remy.

Remy smiled, this was not the reaction he was hoping for. He hugged her back, as they danced to the pumping music.

No one from the Institute was there, but that didn't mean there weren't any other annoying mutants hanging around. One guy pointed to the pair dancing, and his companion sniggered.

Remy knew he was horny, and hoped Rogue couldn't feel it.

When a third man joined the two watching Rogue and Remy, he laughed outright.

"So the Ragin' Cajun's got a new girl."

"And one he can't touch either yo!"

Remy just kept hugging Rogue. "Whoo whoo go Remy!"

"Looks like he's got a real challenge now!" A fourth and fifth joined the small group, all watching the two southerners on the dance floor.

"Yeah, oh, and it looks like he's happy that she's there," the person broke out laughing. The rest of the group, seeing what was meant all began to laugh as well.

Remy hoped to god that she didn't feel anything.

"Ya might want ta calm down Swamp-Rat, ya know ya ain't gonna get anything." Rogue spoke as softly as she could, while still being heard over the blaring music.

Remy smiled uneasily, "sorry chere, it jus' ya so close an', 'll try t' git it down."

The group again laughed, not hearing the exchange, but seeing Remy's expression.

"This is quality entertainment here yo!"

"Got that right!" Remy tried to get it down, but it wasn't going.

Rogue lead him off the dance floor, and spied several of her previous roommates in the process. Remy just looked ashamed. and had his hand over his crotch, trying to get it down.

"Ya might want ta watch out, there're some toads, and earthquakes hangin' round here." Rogue yelled at Remy, barely being heard.

Remy looked at her, and just left himself horny.

Rogue gestured toward the group, still laughing, and oblivious to the fact they'd been seen.

"Dey need t' git a life don' dey?"

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ya never had ta live with them."

"I did fo' a while," he sat down at the bar.

Rogue looked at him in surprise. "Ah thought ya never worked for Mystique."

"non, I had t' live wit dem cuz Mags tol' meh t'."

Rogue laughed. "Awww, poor Remy had ta do what big ol' Magsy told him to?"

"I 'ad t' watch ova dem! Dey a bunch o' bebes!"

"Try dangerous babies. Didja have ta change Toad's diaper?" Rogue asked, smirking.

"Oui, many a times."

Rogue laughed, as a long green thing flew past her. Remy looked at it, disgusted.

Rogue grabbed hold, and waited as Toad came flying behind it, smashing his face into the bar.

Remy held his nose and looked at Rogue. Rogue released the tongue, and waited while Pietro, Lance, Fred, and John made their way to the unconscious Toad. Remy ordered a drink for him and Rogue.

Pietro was the first to arrive. He began the taunting of his two former housemates.

"Man Remy, you had a SERIOUS boner over there!" Remy took a sip of his drink. Rogue kept her back turned to the speedy boy. She was trying her best not to laugh. Remy got up and hit Peitro in the nose, breaking it. He sped away.

Rogue laughed outright. She pushed the unconscious Toad away using her foot, and awaited the arrival of the remaining three.

"Guess Speedy's not as fast as he'd like ta be." She grinned.

Remy grinned too, "don' ya wanna have a sip o' ya drink?"

Rogue lifted her drink, just as John, Lance and Fred managed to make it through the crowd. Fred went for the food. And John sat down next to Rogue. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Rogue picked up John's arm with two fingers, and pulled it off her shoulder, her face showing more disgust than when she had grabbed Toad's tongue. Remy smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Well, well, well, what have we got here? The untouchable Rogue, and the Ragin' Cajun!" The others laughed at Lance's words.

Remy glared. He kissed the top of Rogue's head.

"No different from you an' Kitty." Rogue smirked back at Lance. Remy just smiled, and pulled Rogue closer.

Lance growled. "Leave Kitty outta this."

"Standin' up fo' ya kit-kat?"

"How cute!" John and Fred began to snicker at Rogue's words.

"C'mon, let's git outta 'ere," Remy stood. Rogue stood up and pushed past Lance and John. Remy climbed up the stairs of the club. Once outside, Rogue's ears were ringing.

"I didn' know dey were gonna be dere chere."

Rogue shrugged. "They're always where they're least wanted."

Remy smiled and headed for his bike.

Rogue passed him one of the helmets, pulling the other over her head.

"'Ome?"

Rogue nodded. "Yup, time to get back Ah guess." Remy revved the motor, and went home.

Rogue gripped Remy's waist, and watched the lamposts whip past.

Remy stopped at a red light, "look chere, I gon' de speed limit de whole time!"

"That's really good! Ah'll make sure ya get a doggy good boy treat when we get back to the Institute!" Rogue grinned.

Remy turned and smiled at her, "I woul' rat'er 'ave ot'er t'ing den a doggy good boy treat."

"Ya can give the treat ta Sparkels then, or Rahne."

"But were dey good boys?"

"Sparkels stole a steak, and Rahne's not a boy!"

"So den no one gits de treat eh?"

Rogue thought for a moment. "There's always Kurt or Bobby!"

"'Ey chere, ya neva said wat de treat wa'..."

"It was going to be one of Rahne's dog biscuits. She has a box hidden under her bed."

"I wa' excpectin' sumthin' else..." He sped off when the light turned green.

"It could always be a cake. With a surprise inside..."

Remy parked by a park, and turned to look at her, "am I de kinda guy, who woul' wan' cake fo' a treat fo' bein' a goo' boy?" He looked her in the eye.

"No, but Ah'm not exactly the kinda girl that can give ya a whole lot either..."

He smiled at her, "dat ok chere." Rogue said nothing. Remy looked around and saw some swings, "swings chere?"

Rogue stared for a moment, then shrugged. "Why not?"

Remy got off the bike and went over to the swings. Rogue got off and followed Remy. Remy got on one of the swings, and started to swing lightly. Rogue sat on one of the other swings, and slowly pushed herself back and forth.

Remy was going pretty high now, and it looked like he could almost swing around the top pole. Rogue pumped harder, trying to swing just as high. Remy smiled, and flipped over the top.

Rogue was now looking up at the still swinging Remy.

Remy looked scared to death with his stunt, "did I jus' do dat?" Rogue nodded, grinning. "Dat wa' scary, I wanna do it again!" (Yes, pity me, pity me...)

Rogue began to laugh at the terrified Cajun.

"I wanna see ya try it chere."

Rogue grinned. "Sure!" She began to swing higher and higher. Remy started to try to do it again too. Rogue flipped over the top bar, and slowed her momentum. (They are on one of those huge sets, that are ten-twelve feet, right?) (yeah) Remy flipped again, so the chain was a tangled on the top bar so he couldn't swing anymore.

Rogue laughed. "Still scared?" She called up, beginning to swing hard again.

He jumped off his swing and climbed onto the bar, untangling the chain. He jumped back down and landed in the sand, "hell no, dis fun now..." Rogue flipped again, and pulled herself up onto the bar, beginning to untangle her chain.

"Guess dat danger room comes in trainin' fo' ot'er t'ing den fightin' baddies."

"'Bout the only thing it is good for." Rogue let herself down from the bar.

"Well it 'elp wit acrobats, so we c'n untangle de chains when dey git tangled, so de person who clean de park, don' climb up 'ere, break dere neck, an' die."

"That too." Rogue began to swing again.

Remy sat on his swing, but didn't move, he looked like he was in deep thought.

Rogue slowed slightly. 'What's he doin'? Thinkin'? He sure looks funny...'

Remy let out a long sigh.

"Something wrong?" Rogue asked, bringing herself to a stop.

He shook his head, "non, jus' wonderin' why *we* gotta be mutants, why not ot'er people? Why us?"

Rogue shrugged. "Ah dunno, it might just be that whatever deity is up there just really likes cruel jokes." She smiled slightly.

"Yeah, I mean, look at platypuses!" He laughed and looked at Rogue.

Rogue nodded and laughed. He turned and smiled at her.

"Ya know, there's times when Ah really wonder if there is someone or somethin' up there, messin' with us..."

He looked up, "yeah, mebe it de moon, or de sun..."

"Or Magneto..."

"or Wolvie fo' dat matta..."

"The Prof..." Rogue was beginning to grin.

"Beast, cuz ya don' know wat stuff he put in us wit de shots, it coul' be brainwash fluid."

"Scott, cuz he bosses us 'round so much, or Jean, she's just too perfect."

"Storm, she always quiet, neva trust de quiet ones."

"Or maybe Sparkels..." Rogue thought about the diner again.

He thought, "mebe."

"Bow down before the all powerful Sparkels!" Rogue suddenly shouted out. (I'm going to run around shouting that for the rest of the week now! ^_^ 8D) Remy started laughing. Rogue joined in, and soon both had fallen off their swings.

Remy stood up, and said, "I t'ink I got sand up my ass."

"And we're all excited for ya!" Rogue stood up, dusting herself off.

Remy smiled and sat back down on his swing, "wat time is it chere?"

"Nearly eleven." Rogue glanced at her watch.

"Shoul' we go back?"

"Probably, the headhunters will be out at eleven-thirty."

"Well firs' I wanna play at de park," he got off his swing and went to the slide.

"You do that then." Rogue stood and watched, as Remy promptly got himself stuck in the slide.

"Uh, a lil 'elp?"

"Whaddya want me ta do? Get some grease?" (Bow down before the Almighty Sparkels!) (HAIL SPARKELS!!!!) He started scooch slighty and finally got out, "I t'ink 'm too big fo' dis..."

"Let's face it, yore not exactly five years old, under four feet, and weigh less than ninety pounds."

"But slides are still fun."

"Try and find a bigger one then." He looked around, and didn't find a bigger slide. Rogue shrugged, and went to sit on the monkey bars.

Remy sat next to her, "I like parks."

Rogue just sat, not really thinking. Remy stared at her. Rogue looked upward, still not thinking, just...existing.

Remy accidentally charged the monkey bars.

Rogue, feeling the cold iron bars suddenly become toasty warm, leaped off and hid behind the slide.

Ok… I hope you enjoyed this chappie! And pity me (RSKB) I had to start school last Tuesday instead of tomorrow!!!!!!!!!

See ya at the next chapter…

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RSKB