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

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            "They're gonna find out." Rogue mumbled, slipping off the ring that was placed on her finger and put it into her pocket. "We were gone fo' two nights an' not even out of New York."

            "We tell 'em we stayed at 'de hotel an' tell 'em nothin' else." Remy said, turning the wheel as they went around the block. For the tenth time. He glanced over at her, "When do y' plan on tellin' 'dem?"

            "Ah can't jus' say ta them, 'Remy an' Ah got hitched' the minute we walk into the door." She sneezed and then groaned as leaned her head up against the window. "Ah think Ah caught a cold too."

            "Sounds like it." He stated, not looking at her. "Don' worry, I shall take care of you, Mrs. Remy Lebeau. 'Member? 'Through sickness an' in health..'"

            "'Till death do us part.'" She finished, looking at him with a smile curved upon her lips. "So we tell no one?"

            "Oui. At least not fo' a year o' two."

            She grunted. "Right. Ah'm sure that'll work." She groaned, again and rubbed her temples with her fingertips. "Mah gawd, what were we thinkin'?"

            "Same t'ing 'de minister was.. 'what 'de hell are y' two kids doin' on ma porch at one a.m.?'"

            Rogue chewed on the inside of her mouth. "You don't regret doin' it, do ya?" Before he could answer, she laughed. "Rem, ya can stop goin' around the block. Make the damn right already."

            "But 'dat is where the institute is." He hesitated but made the right and went down the street. The mansion came into view. "We can still leave, Roguey. 'Dey won' expect a t'ing."

            She groaned and leaned up against the door. "We fight mo' when we're on the road." She paused. "Because someone got us los'."

            He smirked, "But if 'dat someone didn' get us los' we wouldn' be happily married righ' now."

            "Are you implyin' somethin', Swampy?" Rogue asked, looking at him. "If ya didn't want ta get hitched ya jus' had ta say so."

            "Mon dieu!" He slammed on the breaks. The sound of screeching tires could be hard. "Who said I never want t' marry y'?" He took his hands off the wheel and reached over, and then pulled her towards him. She rested her head on his shoulder. "I love y' Rogue." He kissed the top of her head.

            "Ah—" She was cut off by another sneeze. The Southern groaned and fell hopelessly into his lap, her shoulders pressing between the wheel and his abdomen. "Ah think Ah caught somethin'." He patted the top of her head.

            "Don' worry, Remy will take care—" He was cut off by one of his one sneezes. "Merde. We caught somethin'." He grimaced when he realized how sore his throat felt and how his sinuses suddenly felt all stuffed up. He groaned. "We probably caught somethin' the night I proposed."

            "Ya think?" Her voice was muffled from his lap. "Lets go home, Sugah." She mumbled, but to him it sounded like "leaf golf phone, Fugah."

            "Lets jus' go back t' 'de institute." He decided, as she slowly sat him. She looked tired, and clammy.

            "Ah'd make a crack at that, but if Ah keep talkin' mah breakfast is gonna send up on ya."

            "Attractive." He slumped over the wheel. "I'd wink but I don' have 'de strength."

            "Then jus' drive." She sunk back into her seat.

            ***

            "Gone two nights and come back sick." Kitty sat at the edge of Rogue's bed. "Sounds like a great trip."

            Rogue just mumbled something from beneath her pillow. She had her pillow placed over her head and the blankets pulled up over the pillow.

            "So, what exactly did you two do during those two nights?" Kitty taped on her foot that was twisted up in the sheets under the thick blanket. She only received a muffled mumble from the older female. "Oh come on Ro'! Give me some spicy details!"

            "Leave me alone." Rogue whined sitting up. Her white fringes were in a tangled up mess, covering up most of the front of her face. The back of her color, the longer auburn colored part, was pulled up into a messy ponytail. Her eyes were half closed, and her lips were slightly parted. "O' Ah will absorb you an' bury you where no one will ever find ya." Her threats didn't make much sense when she had a fever and had just taken a dosage of medication.

            "So something did happen?" Kitty asked, squealing. She didn't seem too alarmed by Rogue since she was sick, which made her weaker.

            "'Dat is none of yo'r concern, petite." Remy appeared in the doorway with his arms crossed loosely over his chest. His chin was unshaved and his hair was a mess. A small smirk was placed upon his lips. "Why don' y' leave mon sick belle fille 'lone? Maybe stop buggin' 'er about what happened?"

            Kitty stared at him, her jaw hung. "Something did happen." She looked over at Rogue who just looked down. "Oh my god. You're pregnant aren't you?" She squealed. "That is so cool! A Cajun baby right here in the institute!" She cut Rogue off before she could say anything. "I hope the baby has Remy eyes! And your hair, it is natural right? Ohmigosh! This is, like, so cool!"

            "Gawd, Katherine, shut up." Rogue mumbled, rubbing her temples. "Ah'm not pregnant. Ah'm still a virgin for cryin' out loud." Remy smirked at that. Not fo' long, he thought. Rogue's eyes darted and she glared at him. His smirk dropped.

            "Wow." Kitty said, dumbfounded. "I can't believe it. I thought you'd be riding her like a bicycle." She said, looking over at Gambit. Rogue grabbed her pillow and whacked Kitty in the head—well, at least she would have, if Kitty didn't phase through it and end up phasing through the bed. She landed under the bed, on her back. She just laughed hysterically, not noticing the stern look being exchanged between Rogue and Remy.

            ***

            "Ah have a proud announcement to make." Rogue proclaimed at dinner the next night. Remy looked up at her, curiously. Kitty nudged Kurt and winked at him. "Ah can finally breath through my nose." Just about every clapped, in a sarcastic manner. Remy just sipped on his iced tea. He set it down gently and picked up a fork.

            "How are you feeling, Remy?" Xavier asked, eyeing him. "You two weren't exactly as healthy as you were when you left." He eyed them both suspiciously. "And you were both only gone for two and a half days and two nights."

            "Yeah, so?" Remy snapped, slamming down his fork. "I can't take 'dis. I'm goin' out fo' a walk." He sat up in his chair, and placed a hand on Rogues shoulder when she attempted to stand up. "Alone."

            When he left, everyone stared at Rogue waiting for a reaction. She just stared down at her plate of food, her eyes emotionless.

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            "Hey. You okay?" Kitty asked, looking into Rogue's room. Rogue sat on her bed wearing pajamas. An unopened box of tissues was placed next to her. She sat with her knees brought up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them.

            "Never better." Rogue mumbled, not making eye contact with her as the younger girl walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. "He back yet?"

            "Just got back a few minutes ago. He's sitting outside, in the front, on the steps." She said, continuing to stare over at Rogue. "He asked me to get you."

            "Ah'm sick." She coughed, as if to prove her point. "If we wants me, he can come see me himself."

            "What happened, Rogue?" Kitty pleaded. "Please tell me. Maybe I can help, maybe I can—"

            "Not everythin' is yoah business, Kit. Ya gotta learn when to keep yoah nose out of things."

            "You and Remy are having problems?"         

            "Get out!" Rogue suddenly screamed at her. "Get out now!" She pointed to the door. Kitty had never seen Rogue so angry. Tears swelled up in her eyes as she ran out of the room, phasing right through the door.

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            Remy sat on the stairs, in the front of the mansion smoking a cigarette. When he heard the door open, he expected Rogue, alongside with Kitty but when he turned around he was just greeted by a sniffling Kitty.

            "Rogue is, like, totally fuming at me because of you, Lebeau." She snapped, wiping her eyes. "What happen, Gambit? What happened?"

            "Where is she?" He asked silently, his accent seemed to fade out with his softly spoken words.

            "Not until you tell me what happened. You guys were as sappy and as fluffy as ever when you left. Something happened."

            "Just mind your own business, okay?" He snapped at her, absently mindedly. He stood up, jerked past her and went inside.

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            Rogue coughed as she closed her closet door. She had hid the ring Remy had bought her the night they got hitched in a coat pocket that hung in the back of the closet. When she heard the door swing open, she sighed, thinking it was Kitty. At the last minute, she realized if it were Kitty, she would have phased it. She was suddenly pushed up against the wall. Glowing red orbs met hers. His hands griped her shoulders.

            "Don't do this." He said into her face. She could smell the scent of cigarette smoke on him. "I love y' Rogue." He trailed his hands down and placed them on her hips. His body pressed up against hers. He lowered his head in towards her so his mouth was level to her ears. "I don't know what I got t' do to prove it t' y'."

            "It jus' happened so fast, Rem." Her voice was shaky and her heart was pounding. "Ah wasn't even thinkin'.."

            "Y' didn' want t' marry me?" He looked at her now, his eyes meeting hers. "Y' could've said no." She felt him press harder against her. He squeezed her sides, hard.

            "Ah wanted ta, Remy. Ah love ya.. but right now.." She exhaled sharply, "Yoah hurtin' me." He didn't move. "R-Remy, Ah can't breath." He still didn't. With abnormal strength she pushed him away from her. He stumbled back, but regained balance before he fell. "What's wrong with you?" She asked, rubbing her sides.

            "Sorry." He mumbled, looking down at the ground. "Sorry." He looked up at her. "When I get close t' y', I can feel it and sense it, yo're angry at me."

            "Am not!"

            "'Den yo'r emotions are lyin'?"

            "Yes!" She yelled, not meaning to raise her voice. She groaned and shook her head. "Ah'm goin' out."

            "It's midnight!"

            "Ah'm goin' out." She walked back over to her closet, to get changed. She glanced back at him. "Alone."

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            "Do y' know where ma wonderful girlfriend is?" Remy asked, walking in the living room. Kitty was sitting on the couch watching an info-commercial. Her eyes were glued to the TV as hands poured a new kind of oil into a car's engine.

            "She.. went.. out.. a while.. ago." Kitty blinked, and shook her head. "She's not back yet?"

            He shook his head. "She tell y' where she was goin'?"

            "She said she was going to go get a drink."

            "Is she a bar person?"

            Kitty shook her head.

            "C'mon, lets go find Roguey."

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            "Are y' sure she's here?"

            Kitty nodded as they walked in the back door of a nightclub. "This is the last place on my list that doesn't check I.D.s."

            He grunted. "On yo'r list?"

            "Well, Rogue's.." Kitty trailed off, with an eye roll. "What did you do to make her so mad, anyway?"

            "Stop buttin' in.." He mumbled, avoiding eye contact. "It's none of yo'r business, Kitty-Cat." He looked around, wincing at the blaring music. He was still sick, and had a headache so the music wasn't helping. "Lets split up."

            It took over ten minutes for them to find Rogue. It was Remy who spotted her sitting at the bar, an older male, sitting next to her. Even from afar he could see the man trying to talk to her. But she didn't turn her head once. She was wearing a long sleeved black blouse and a pair of black pants. When he saw the man grab her arm, he walked over, aware of his glowing red eyes beneath the pair of sunglasses he had slipped on before he walked into the joint.

            "Somethin' wrong here?" He got there just in time to hear Rogue say something to him. The man looked at him, and snarled.

            "Remy." Rogue turned around and stared at him. She looked half asleep, and not very sober.

            "Just helping a drunk girl." The man declared, not looking too sober himself. His words slurred together.

            "Y' don' look like much of a boy scout." Remy said, turning to his wife. "C'mon Rogue, let's go." He gently grabbed her arm and helped her to her feet. She ended up falling forward, right into his arms. She looked up at him.

            "If it isn't mah wondahful husband." She said, laughing.  She turned to the man, who was about to walk away. "This is mah husband. We got-" She hiccupped. "Hitched. Now we're married. He's mah husband." She jerked out of his arms and staggered away from him, and bumped right into Kitty. "Remy is mah husband." She mumbled before passing out on the girl.

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            "I'm going t' take Rogue upstairs." Remy proclaimed quietly after Kitty phased them through the door. He was holding the unconscious Southern in his arms. "An' keep yo'r mouth quiet 'till we get a chance to talk."

            "Okay." The brunette said quietly. For the first time in days, she felt like she had nothing else to say.

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            "Y' got a fever." Remy mumbled feeling her forehead again. She looked up at him with her grey green eyes. "How do y' feel?" He stroked the white hair back, out from her eyes.

            "Craptastic." She mumbled, rubbing her eyes. She tried to sit up, but felt too lightheaded and fell back. "Mah head hurts."

            "Can't imagine why." He mumbled sarcastically. She gave him a hurt look. "Sorry."

            "Stop apologizing." She mumbled, slowly sitting up. Rogue got up and groped the wall over to her dresser. She pulled out a dark purple nightgown and got changed before his eyes. When she was finished, he walked back over to her, wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her back over to the bed. He tucked her in, and then told her there was a bucket next to the bed, just in case. He gently kissed her forehead and then walked towards the floor, remembering he had to talk to Kitty. "Rem?" He looked back at her as he turned off the lights. "Ah am glad Ah married ya." She mumbled, drifting off into sleep.

            He smirked, "Me too, Roguey, Me too."

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            "You two got hitched?" Kitty hissed the minute Remy entered the kitchen. "How do you plan on keeping that a secret?"

            "It could've lasted a secret. I jus' got t' 'member to keep Rogue away from any liquor."

            She smiled at him, "You really love her, don't you?" He nodded and then yawned as he grabbed the bottle of aspirin off the top of the fridge. "So she's Rogue Lebeau."

            "Marie Lebeau." He gave her a wink and brought an index finger up to his mouth, "Shh."

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            Alright, a few fluffy moments there.

            This is the second copy of this chapter. I have the first copy, which is where Rogue says no to him, half finished somewhere.

            Enjoy.

            Read (which you probably should've already done if you're down here) and review.

            --- Aro :)