Author's Note: This is it. The end. Thank you to all my loyal reviewers. You guys made me want to write again. I'm so sad to see this story end but I haven't stopped writing. I'm currently working on another series set in the Comic-verse. Check it out if you like. Anyway, thanks again for reading. I love you all. Enjoy the final chappy!!

Best Friends?

by, Caliente

Chapter 12 – Epilogue: Just Another Day

"Get back heah, Swamp Rat!" a shrill cry made it's way through the Institute. "Ah'm gonna kill ya!"

"Y'll have t' catch me firs', chere," a cocky voice replied.

Kitty, Jubilee, and 14-year-old Illyana, Piotr's younger sister and new addition to their group, winced as they heard Rogue's cry. "You, like, owe me five dollars, Jubes," Kitty told her.

"Damn," the firecracker muttered. "Shoulda known those two wouldn't make it through a morning without a fight.

Illyana giggled at Jubilee's disgruntled rant. "Da, zey're like a faucet. Hot one minute, cold ze next."

Remy raced into the common room and dived behind the couch. "Shhh," he whispered to the three girls, placing a finger on his smirking lips.

The three girls rolled their eyes and turned to the door as Jubilee started the countdown. "3… 2… 1…"

Right on cue, Rogue burst in the room, panting slightly. "Where's that low-down, dirty, rotten, son o' a…" she noticed Illyana and censored herself, "Cajun?"

"Don't know, don't care," Jubilee answered, concealing a laugh.

"Yeah," Kitty agreed. "Like, we haven't seen him all day."

"Y'all are horrible liars," Rogue announced, glancing around the room for any signs of her boyfriend. She saw some brown material sticking out from behind the couch and smirked. 'That Swamp Rat's dead,' she thought to herself. Rogue crept over to the side of the couch and leapt over it…

Only to be caught by Remy and rolled over. "Oh, de pain," he mocked her. For all her threats of killing him, he knew, okay hoped dearly, that she would never harm a hair on his pretty little head.

He held her tight as he laid on top of her. Rogue struggled against him for a moment before sighing. "Hush Cajun, an' get up!"

Gambit acted like he was going to get off, then commented, "Mus' be paralyzed."

Rogue rolled her eyes and responded dryly, "Convenient position." [1] She pushed against his chest and he let her up.

Remy collapsed on the couch and pulled Rogue down onto his lap. She struggled against him as he held her down. "Stop it chere," he warned. "Y' know what y'r squirming does t' me."

Rogue blushed but managed to pull herself together. "Ah still haven't forgiven ya, Bayou Boy," she told him, bluntly.

He pulled her tighter, gently stroking her hair. "Y' sure 'bout dat, petite?" he asked huskily.

Rogue tried to ignore his sweet breath tickling her ears. "Yep," she replied calmly.

Remy sighed and tried again, "What 'bout if Remy takes y' out t' dinner?"

"Keep talkin'," Rogue encouraged with a small smile.

"Hmm…" Gambit thought for a moment. "An' a movie? Or better yet, a long walk on de beach." He leaned closer and whispered, "Jus' y' an' me. Under de stars."

"Fine," Rogue finally relented. She turned and looked him strait in the eyes. "But if ya ever try anythan' like that again…" She let her threat hang in the air as she glared at him.

"Think they, like, even know we're still here?" Kitty inquired in a hushed voice.

"Nah," Jubilee and Illyana answered together.

Rogue and Remy remained cuddled on the couch for a moment before Rogue whispered, "Should we get 'em fo' eavesdroppin'?"

"Jus' say de word…" the Cajun holding her replied.

Rogue nodded her head. "Ready, set, GET 'EM!"

Remy and Rogue leapt at the three girls and began to tickle them mercilessly.

Ororo and Kurt were walking in the hall when they heard the shouts and laughter coming from the Common Room. Curious, the couple moved to investigate. The looked inside and saw Remy and Rogue battling Jubilee, Kitty, and Illyana in an all out tickle war. Smiling and shaking her head, Ororo turned to Kurt and said, "Just another day at Mutant Manor."

[1] Quote from the Uncanny X-Men #367, a personal favorite:

Gambit: Oh, th' pain.

Rogue: Hush, Cajun, an' get up!

Gambit: Mus' be paralyzed.

Rogue: Convenient position.

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