Hello everyone! Sorry it took so long but I was updating All for the money! Read it please! Its more humorous, but its still good! Lots of Romy, Amaryo, and Kietro! Lol ok, thanks much to.....
Gothic Cajun (First of all, love the screen name! I've never read Giddy by Seven Sunningdale, but I will if you say its good! I actually did read Team by Aro, I loved it and actually it boosted my muse, because I had this great idea, I just needed that little extra addition of Remy bein' inside Rogue's head! Lol. I always enjoy torturing Rogue with the whole shower thing! And about the 'Kitty Ah swear it just winked at me!' I might have... I think so, sometimes I do that subconsciously, I'll read something and use a line almost like it later... Yea I love fanfics where Remy helps Rogue steal stuff ^.^ Sexy wind ^.^ yea and Mags acting like Xavier, priceless)
Ronie (Hey! Thanks for reviewing even though u do every day at school anyway... I cant tell you how long it'll take for Remy to come out of Roguie's head! You'll have to read to find out!)
Aro (I thought that masculine was Cher and feminine was Chére... but just incase I'm wrong (since I haven't taken French and will not be until next year) Remy was not implying anything. That was one of my fav lines to, but I have so many ^.^)
Jade (Thank you! Lol u seem exited! I'm glad you loved the sexy wind just as much as I did! I hope that you like this chapter just as much!)
Duck3 (Yups, no evil cliffhanger like in my friend's story! Which I have to remind myself to update after this one! Lol.)
Kat (Ok, here it is ^.^)
Anime Addicted (I swear I think that all evil guys are really thinking that! And you notice that theirs nearly always wind whenever Mags or any other main bad guy in other series is leaving!? About the old thing, didn't he go through that machine which makes him look young again? If not then oh well, I guess some old lady would think he's hot...) Daheim (Does your name mean anything in another language? Lol, anyway I know Mags was a bit ooc, but the sexy wind thing was in his head and its ok for him to be ooc In there, we all are ^.^)
ishandahalf (I'm glad u loved the sexy wind, thanks for the golden star! Liz (My muse) loves it also!)
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Rogue got in silently, thanks to her used powers, and fell asleep as soon as her head hit her pillow. She woke up an hour after noon. She and Remy's at around talking about football and arguing about which team would win the Sugar Bowl this year.
'Y' know Chére, de Sugar Bowl is in N'arlens dis year. And Remy kin probably get -very- good seats! Y'wanna go My treat.' He asked.
To Rogue's surprise, she accepted. "Sure, Swamp Rat, I'll go visit your homeland to watch some football, but how of seats are we talking?"
'50 yard line, four or five seats up dependin' on which game.'
"Howd'ya git such good seats?" she asked.
'Remy's got 'is ways.' He said mysteriously.
"Just 'slong as we Don't get stopped by some polite men in blue or black uniforms with shiny badges."
'Who are dey?"
"...The Police, Remy. The police."
An hour later she was walking towards the park. As she was about a block away another headache hit. She grabbed her head, "Stupid headaches!" she yelled as she headed to a drug store. Rogue bought the little two pack of Advil and swallowed them quickly.
The headache didn't go away immediately, but it was getting better. What she did notice immediately was that she defiantly missed Remy's presence... Even if he was annoying, egotistic, boastful, and... perfect.
"No! What am I sayin'?! He's not perfect. He only flirts with me because I'm someone he cant have and as soon as I get those earnings he'll move on." she said sounding as if she was trying to convince herself rather than just confirming it.
When she finally reached the park her headache was gone. "Remy? Ahre yah in their?" she asked.
'Oui Chére. I'm here. Ya missed me, didn't ya!?' he asked knowingly.
"Ah did." she said. Remy was shocked, he couldn't tell if she was serious or if she was being sarcastic. He was so shocked that he was speechless for a good minute.
'...Remy always knew ya cared for 'im! Score! An' de Cajun homme finally gits de one dat he's always wanted!' he celebrated.
Rogue rolled her eyes as she sat on a bench in the park. She waited patiently as Remy recited some jokes. Fifteen minutes later Magneto came walking towards her. "Your late." she told him.
"No. An evil master of magnetism is never early nor late. He arrives at the exact time that he wishes to." Rogue raised her eyebrow at him. "Ok, fine, I'm late."
"At least you admit it... Now apologize." She said.
"No! An evil master must never apologize!" Rogue crossed her arms and started tapping her foot impatiently. "Arg! Fine! I'm sorry. Are you happy now?"
"Extatic."
"Good, because your second task is probably going to be annoying." Mags told her.
Rogue raised her eyebrow again, "How so?" she asked.
"You need to meet someone at the Melting Pot at six tonight. You need to get from him a twelve digit cod. The problem is that when it comes to women... he's almost like Remy, but even worse."
'An' wat dat supposed to mean?' Remy asked.
Rogue gave him a disbelieving look. '...Hey! Remy resent dat!"
"Trust me, it's possible. My suggestion is not to wear anyhing that... might give the wrong idea..."
"'S' not lahke he can touch meh. Ah'm untouchable, remember?" she told him.
"Yes but still... Just...Watch out." Mags warned.
'Chére, he's fallin' for y'!' Remy said.
EEWWWW! He's like OLD! Oh mah Gawd Ah just sounded lahke Kitty! I could date his -son- if his lips weren't attached to Kitty's! she thought back to him, disgusted.
Magneto noticed the appalled look on her face. "Something wrong?" he asked.
"Nothion. Just thinking of what to wear." She lied with false sweetness. Magneto nodded and left.
'Remy don tink he kin help y'much wit dis one Chére. Maybe y'shouldn't go. Remy don like de t'ought of dis guy flirtin' wit you.' he said.
"Don't worry, neither do Ah. D'ya really think Ah'd let anyone but mah Swamp Rat to call me his Chére?" she asked.
'And beautiful, perfect, kind, lovely, sympathetic, helpful, delightful, captivating, gorgeous, breath taking-'
"Stop. Yah're startin' t'sound lahke a walkin' thesaurus!" she said, trying to hid her blush.
'But y'know y'like it!' Remy said. Rogue didn't respond but knew that she did.
Rogue went back home to change before leaving. She wore a long black skirt with a black long-sleeved button up shirt that wasn't unbuttoned low at all.
At 5:30 she headed out the door and was about to go on her way when a familiar gruff voice stopped her. "Hey stripes, where ya goin'?" Logan asked as she came up behind her, wiping bike grease from his hands on an already filthy towel.
"Nowhere Logan. Just goin' t'eat with some friends from school." She smiled innocently.
He nodded. "Be back before ten." he said. She nodded and turned, not noticing the frown on Logan's face. He knew something fishy was going on, he could smell it, and he was going to find out about it. He'd just have to wait until she came back.
Rogue went to the restaurant and got a table. She ordered her self a coke and a cheese fondu appetizer.
Ten minutes later aa hansom guy with blond hair and blue eyes walked up to her "Miss Rogue, I presume?" He asked. he wore a red Quiksilver shirt and long kaki pants.
"Yes Ah am." she said.
"Well, Magneto never warned me about how beautiful you are!" He held out his hand.
Rogue tentatively shook it as he sat down, but he didn't let go. 'Remy don like dis guy.' Remy growled. Rogue reclaimed her hand.
"I'm Patrick. And your name is?" (A/N: I know a guy named Patrick, and incase any one of my friends from school read this, this is no offence to him. I think the real Patrick is a gentleman, but this was just to tease him ^.^ )
"Rogue" She said stiffly.
"Rogue? That's beautiful!"
'Chére, hit him! Please!' Rouge was determined not to blush. The waitress came by.
"Are you ready to order?" she asked.
"Yes," Patrick looked at her name tag, "Dora, that's a lovely name. I'll also have a coke and..." Patrick ordered the most expensive fondu on the menu. The waitress blushed and went to place the order.
"Nothin' but the best for you Doll." Patrick said, winking flirtatiously.
'WHAT?! -NOBODY- has a special name for Chére except for Me!...And Mags but Remy'll change dat soon enough!' he complained. Rogue rolled her eyes and sipped her coke.
"So... About the code..." she started.
"Ohh. A woman doing business, I like that. It has a certain sex appeal." he nodded. The food came and Rogue started cooking a shrimp.
"The code...Hm, well how about we go to my house after this, I'll order a pizza, give you the code, and then we can have sex."
What Rogue would have done to be able to slap him across the face right now, but she just glared at him.
"What's the matter, Doll, y'don't like pizza?"
'Dats de oldest one in de book. Besides, it never works! Rogue, Remy don like 'im flirtin' wit y'an Remy cant do nuthen 'bout it!' he whined.
Remy, do y'love meh? Rogue thought.
'Eh?' Remy asked shocked, 'Well o'course Remy does. Why y'asken all de sudden?'
Then Don't worry about me. You now he cant touche meh. Trust me. she assured him.
"It was just a joke Doll." Patrick said as Rogue munched on her cooked shrimp.
"Hn? Ah knew that!" she said.
"...So, your a southerner? Y'a rebble?" He teased.
Rogue was fed up with this guy so, "Ah'm a southern belle. Or so mah boyfriend says." She said, determined to make him stop flirting with her.
'Chére?! Y'have a boyfriend?! Y'wound Remy.' Remy said, real hurt creeping into his voice.
"Oh, a boyfriend, is he a southerner like you?" Patrick continued.
"Naw, he's a Cajun." Rouge said matter-of-factly.
'Now y're goin' out wit another Swamp Rat other than me Chére?!' Remy whined.
"And can I know the name of this lucky guy?" Patrick asked.
"His name is Remy." Rogue said smoothly.
'Your datin' another Cajun wit de same -name- as me!?' Remy asked, outraged.
...Remy...Ah'm talkin' 'bout you... Rogue thought.
'Oh...Remy knew dat...Since when did Remy become y'boyfriend. Not dat 'e's complainin' but normally Remy's de one to ask....' Remy teased.
Ah'm just tryin' to get him to stop Flirtin' wit me! Rogue complained.
"And when was the last time you saw him?"
Rogue thought, "um. two days ago." She said truthfully, she really hadn't -seen- Remy for two days.
Patrick let out a sigh of relief, "Well then it doestn matter. you mustn't be to seriouse. He woln't mind if you just come to my house after this."
Rogue raised an eyebrow at him. "No pizza, I swear." he smiled.
"H'es the jelouse type." Rouge explained. Pat shrugged.
"He'll never find out if you don't tell him." he resoned.
'Remy swears as soon as he gits back in 'is own body I'm gonna kick his ass!' Remy grumbled.
"Fahnd out about what? All Ah want is the twelve didgit code." She said, eating a piece of meat she had been cooking. Patrick sighed and pulled out a slip of paper. Inside was six digits. He passed the paper to Rogue.
'5D2FN7' Remy said.
"This is only six of the digits." she said.
"Sharp as a tack Doll," He said, "The other six is in my apartment."
Rogue resisted the urge to punch him. She didn't, knowing that she needed him for the other six numbers.
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After they had finished their main course he got a ying yang desert (Half white chocolate, half dark) fondu.
As they were leaving Patrick tried to help Rogue put her coat on but she jerked away.
"Can yah just give me the rest of the code now?" she asked, exhausted.
"But Doll, I'd be giving you a very special code. What would I have?" he asked.
"Mah thanks, me not poundin' you face in right now!"
He smiled. "Come on now Doll. Just for little while." Rogue was about to take of her glove and then remembered why she was doing this.
'Chére, be careful. Remy knows y'can't be touched, but be careful.' he warned. Then a headache hit her.
She groaned, Why now!?
"Whats wrong Doll?" Patrick asked.
"Just have a headache." she said quickly.
"I'll get you some Advil when we get to my place." he promised.
Patrick got a taxi and they drove for a few minutes to his apartment. He lead her upstairs and into his apartment. Rouge's headache still didn't go away. Patrick came back with a pill in his hand and gave it to Rouge.
Rogue pretended to take it, but put it in a flower pot. Her headache was still pounding her head. She seriously doubted that the pill was really Advil, so she resorted to waiting for her headache to go away the old fashioned way, by itself.
Patrick was lighting candles and putting in a romantic CD in the boom box. Rogue growled. He was really starting to piss her off and she really missed Remy's presence in her mind. She took of her glove carefully. "Give me the code." she ordered.
"Aw Doll your just grumpy because of your headache, you'll feel better soon." he promised, wondering why drug he had given her (the pill she didn't take) hadn't started working yet.
Rogue was mad. She walked up to him and lightly brushed his forehead. He fell unconscious and Rogue jerked her hand back "Don't need two perverted guys in mah head." she said, putting her glove back on.
She quickly wrote down the rest of the code she got from his mind on the paper with the first six digets on it. She started leaving. As she walked to the door she noticed that the once healthy flower in the flower pot was now dead. "Eessh, oh well, better the plant then meh."
She started for the old Acolytes base. ON her way their, her headache finally lifted. 'Hey Chére, I missed ya.' Remy said, sounding as if he'd been through a rigorous training.
"Meh to. you sound tired." she noted.
'Remy is, Chére, Remy is... Hey, why we goin t' my old base?' he asked, suddenly noticing where he was.
"Ah gotta give Mag's his code." Rogue explained quickly.
'O'course Chére, o'course.' He said as Rogue knocked on the door.
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Hey! So sorry for the long long wait. Sorry for the little ity bity clif hanger, but its not big! But hey, to make up for the wait, this chapter was EIGHT PAGES LONG!!! Oh yea baby! *Does happy dance* ok lol anyway, REVIEW! Reviews make the world go 'round, I swear! Thanks! Have a nice Thanksgiving (just in case I Don't review before then.)
Gothic Cajun (First of all, love the screen name! I've never read Giddy by Seven Sunningdale, but I will if you say its good! I actually did read Team by Aro, I loved it and actually it boosted my muse, because I had this great idea, I just needed that little extra addition of Remy bein' inside Rogue's head! Lol. I always enjoy torturing Rogue with the whole shower thing! And about the 'Kitty Ah swear it just winked at me!' I might have... I think so, sometimes I do that subconsciously, I'll read something and use a line almost like it later... Yea I love fanfics where Remy helps Rogue steal stuff ^.^ Sexy wind ^.^ yea and Mags acting like Xavier, priceless)
Ronie (Hey! Thanks for reviewing even though u do every day at school anyway... I cant tell you how long it'll take for Remy to come out of Roguie's head! You'll have to read to find out!)
Aro (I thought that masculine was Cher and feminine was Chére... but just incase I'm wrong (since I haven't taken French and will not be until next year) Remy was not implying anything. That was one of my fav lines to, but I have so many ^.^)
Jade (Thank you! Lol u seem exited! I'm glad you loved the sexy wind just as much as I did! I hope that you like this chapter just as much!)
Duck3 (Yups, no evil cliffhanger like in my friend's story! Which I have to remind myself to update after this one! Lol.)
Kat (Ok, here it is ^.^)
Anime Addicted (I swear I think that all evil guys are really thinking that! And you notice that theirs nearly always wind whenever Mags or any other main bad guy in other series is leaving!? About the old thing, didn't he go through that machine which makes him look young again? If not then oh well, I guess some old lady would think he's hot...) Daheim (Does your name mean anything in another language? Lol, anyway I know Mags was a bit ooc, but the sexy wind thing was in his head and its ok for him to be ooc In there, we all are ^.^)
ishandahalf (I'm glad u loved the sexy wind, thanks for the golden star! Liz (My muse) loves it also!)
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Rogue got in silently, thanks to her used powers, and fell asleep as soon as her head hit her pillow. She woke up an hour after noon. She and Remy's at around talking about football and arguing about which team would win the Sugar Bowl this year.
'Y' know Chére, de Sugar Bowl is in N'arlens dis year. And Remy kin probably get -very- good seats! Y'wanna go My treat.' He asked.
To Rogue's surprise, she accepted. "Sure, Swamp Rat, I'll go visit your homeland to watch some football, but how of seats are we talking?"
'50 yard line, four or five seats up dependin' on which game.'
"Howd'ya git such good seats?" she asked.
'Remy's got 'is ways.' He said mysteriously.
"Just 'slong as we Don't get stopped by some polite men in blue or black uniforms with shiny badges."
'Who are dey?"
"...The Police, Remy. The police."
An hour later she was walking towards the park. As she was about a block away another headache hit. She grabbed her head, "Stupid headaches!" she yelled as she headed to a drug store. Rogue bought the little two pack of Advil and swallowed them quickly.
The headache didn't go away immediately, but it was getting better. What she did notice immediately was that she defiantly missed Remy's presence... Even if he was annoying, egotistic, boastful, and... perfect.
"No! What am I sayin'?! He's not perfect. He only flirts with me because I'm someone he cant have and as soon as I get those earnings he'll move on." she said sounding as if she was trying to convince herself rather than just confirming it.
When she finally reached the park her headache was gone. "Remy? Ahre yah in their?" she asked.
'Oui Chére. I'm here. Ya missed me, didn't ya!?' he asked knowingly.
"Ah did." she said. Remy was shocked, he couldn't tell if she was serious or if she was being sarcastic. He was so shocked that he was speechless for a good minute.
'...Remy always knew ya cared for 'im! Score! An' de Cajun homme finally gits de one dat he's always wanted!' he celebrated.
Rogue rolled her eyes as she sat on a bench in the park. She waited patiently as Remy recited some jokes. Fifteen minutes later Magneto came walking towards her. "Your late." she told him.
"No. An evil master of magnetism is never early nor late. He arrives at the exact time that he wishes to." Rogue raised her eyebrow at him. "Ok, fine, I'm late."
"At least you admit it... Now apologize." She said.
"No! An evil master must never apologize!" Rogue crossed her arms and started tapping her foot impatiently. "Arg! Fine! I'm sorry. Are you happy now?"
"Extatic."
"Good, because your second task is probably going to be annoying." Mags told her.
Rogue raised her eyebrow again, "How so?" she asked.
"You need to meet someone at the Melting Pot at six tonight. You need to get from him a twelve digit cod. The problem is that when it comes to women... he's almost like Remy, but even worse."
'An' wat dat supposed to mean?' Remy asked.
Rogue gave him a disbelieving look. '...Hey! Remy resent dat!"
"Trust me, it's possible. My suggestion is not to wear anyhing that... might give the wrong idea..."
"'S' not lahke he can touch meh. Ah'm untouchable, remember?" she told him.
"Yes but still... Just...Watch out." Mags warned.
'Chére, he's fallin' for y'!' Remy said.
EEWWWW! He's like OLD! Oh mah Gawd Ah just sounded lahke Kitty! I could date his -son- if his lips weren't attached to Kitty's! she thought back to him, disgusted.
Magneto noticed the appalled look on her face. "Something wrong?" he asked.
"Nothion. Just thinking of what to wear." She lied with false sweetness. Magneto nodded and left.
'Remy don tink he kin help y'much wit dis one Chére. Maybe y'shouldn't go. Remy don like de t'ought of dis guy flirtin' wit you.' he said.
"Don't worry, neither do Ah. D'ya really think Ah'd let anyone but mah Swamp Rat to call me his Chére?" she asked.
'And beautiful, perfect, kind, lovely, sympathetic, helpful, delightful, captivating, gorgeous, breath taking-'
"Stop. Yah're startin' t'sound lahke a walkin' thesaurus!" she said, trying to hid her blush.
'But y'know y'like it!' Remy said. Rogue didn't respond but knew that she did.
Rogue went back home to change before leaving. She wore a long black skirt with a black long-sleeved button up shirt that wasn't unbuttoned low at all.
At 5:30 she headed out the door and was about to go on her way when a familiar gruff voice stopped her. "Hey stripes, where ya goin'?" Logan asked as she came up behind her, wiping bike grease from his hands on an already filthy towel.
"Nowhere Logan. Just goin' t'eat with some friends from school." She smiled innocently.
He nodded. "Be back before ten." he said. She nodded and turned, not noticing the frown on Logan's face. He knew something fishy was going on, he could smell it, and he was going to find out about it. He'd just have to wait until she came back.
Rogue went to the restaurant and got a table. She ordered her self a coke and a cheese fondu appetizer.
Ten minutes later aa hansom guy with blond hair and blue eyes walked up to her "Miss Rogue, I presume?" He asked. he wore a red Quiksilver shirt and long kaki pants.
"Yes Ah am." she said.
"Well, Magneto never warned me about how beautiful you are!" He held out his hand.
Rogue tentatively shook it as he sat down, but he didn't let go. 'Remy don like dis guy.' Remy growled. Rogue reclaimed her hand.
"I'm Patrick. And your name is?" (A/N: I know a guy named Patrick, and incase any one of my friends from school read this, this is no offence to him. I think the real Patrick is a gentleman, but this was just to tease him ^.^ )
"Rogue" She said stiffly.
"Rogue? That's beautiful!"
'Chére, hit him! Please!' Rouge was determined not to blush. The waitress came by.
"Are you ready to order?" she asked.
"Yes," Patrick looked at her name tag, "Dora, that's a lovely name. I'll also have a coke and..." Patrick ordered the most expensive fondu on the menu. The waitress blushed and went to place the order.
"Nothin' but the best for you Doll." Patrick said, winking flirtatiously.
'WHAT?! -NOBODY- has a special name for Chére except for Me!...And Mags but Remy'll change dat soon enough!' he complained. Rogue rolled her eyes and sipped her coke.
"So... About the code..." she started.
"Ohh. A woman doing business, I like that. It has a certain sex appeal." he nodded. The food came and Rogue started cooking a shrimp.
"The code...Hm, well how about we go to my house after this, I'll order a pizza, give you the code, and then we can have sex."
What Rogue would have done to be able to slap him across the face right now, but she just glared at him.
"What's the matter, Doll, y'don't like pizza?"
'Dats de oldest one in de book. Besides, it never works! Rogue, Remy don like 'im flirtin' wit y'an Remy cant do nuthen 'bout it!' he whined.
Remy, do y'love meh? Rogue thought.
'Eh?' Remy asked shocked, 'Well o'course Remy does. Why y'asken all de sudden?'
Then Don't worry about me. You now he cant touche meh. Trust me. she assured him.
"It was just a joke Doll." Patrick said as Rogue munched on her cooked shrimp.
"Hn? Ah knew that!" she said.
"...So, your a southerner? Y'a rebble?" He teased.
Rogue was fed up with this guy so, "Ah'm a southern belle. Or so mah boyfriend says." She said, determined to make him stop flirting with her.
'Chére?! Y'have a boyfriend?! Y'wound Remy.' Remy said, real hurt creeping into his voice.
"Oh, a boyfriend, is he a southerner like you?" Patrick continued.
"Naw, he's a Cajun." Rouge said matter-of-factly.
'Now y're goin' out wit another Swamp Rat other than me Chére?!' Remy whined.
"And can I know the name of this lucky guy?" Patrick asked.
"His name is Remy." Rogue said smoothly.
'Your datin' another Cajun wit de same -name- as me!?' Remy asked, outraged.
...Remy...Ah'm talkin' 'bout you... Rogue thought.
'Oh...Remy knew dat...Since when did Remy become y'boyfriend. Not dat 'e's complainin' but normally Remy's de one to ask....' Remy teased.
Ah'm just tryin' to get him to stop Flirtin' wit me! Rogue complained.
"And when was the last time you saw him?"
Rogue thought, "um. two days ago." She said truthfully, she really hadn't -seen- Remy for two days.
Patrick let out a sigh of relief, "Well then it doestn matter. you mustn't be to seriouse. He woln't mind if you just come to my house after this."
Rogue raised an eyebrow at him. "No pizza, I swear." he smiled.
"H'es the jelouse type." Rouge explained. Pat shrugged.
"He'll never find out if you don't tell him." he resoned.
'Remy swears as soon as he gits back in 'is own body I'm gonna kick his ass!' Remy grumbled.
"Fahnd out about what? All Ah want is the twelve didgit code." She said, eating a piece of meat she had been cooking. Patrick sighed and pulled out a slip of paper. Inside was six digits. He passed the paper to Rogue.
'5D2FN7' Remy said.
"This is only six of the digits." she said.
"Sharp as a tack Doll," He said, "The other six is in my apartment."
Rogue resisted the urge to punch him. She didn't, knowing that she needed him for the other six numbers.
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After they had finished their main course he got a ying yang desert (Half white chocolate, half dark) fondu.
As they were leaving Patrick tried to help Rogue put her coat on but she jerked away.
"Can yah just give me the rest of the code now?" she asked, exhausted.
"But Doll, I'd be giving you a very special code. What would I have?" he asked.
"Mah thanks, me not poundin' you face in right now!"
He smiled. "Come on now Doll. Just for little while." Rogue was about to take of her glove and then remembered why she was doing this.
'Chére, be careful. Remy knows y'can't be touched, but be careful.' he warned. Then a headache hit her.
She groaned, Why now!?
"Whats wrong Doll?" Patrick asked.
"Just have a headache." she said quickly.
"I'll get you some Advil when we get to my place." he promised.
Patrick got a taxi and they drove for a few minutes to his apartment. He lead her upstairs and into his apartment. Rouge's headache still didn't go away. Patrick came back with a pill in his hand and gave it to Rouge.
Rogue pretended to take it, but put it in a flower pot. Her headache was still pounding her head. She seriously doubted that the pill was really Advil, so she resorted to waiting for her headache to go away the old fashioned way, by itself.
Patrick was lighting candles and putting in a romantic CD in the boom box. Rogue growled. He was really starting to piss her off and she really missed Remy's presence in her mind. She took of her glove carefully. "Give me the code." she ordered.
"Aw Doll your just grumpy because of your headache, you'll feel better soon." he promised, wondering why drug he had given her (the pill she didn't take) hadn't started working yet.
Rogue was mad. She walked up to him and lightly brushed his forehead. He fell unconscious and Rogue jerked her hand back "Don't need two perverted guys in mah head." she said, putting her glove back on.
She quickly wrote down the rest of the code she got from his mind on the paper with the first six digets on it. She started leaving. As she walked to the door she noticed that the once healthy flower in the flower pot was now dead. "Eessh, oh well, better the plant then meh."
She started for the old Acolytes base. ON her way their, her headache finally lifted. 'Hey Chére, I missed ya.' Remy said, sounding as if he'd been through a rigorous training.
"Meh to. you sound tired." she noted.
'Remy is, Chére, Remy is... Hey, why we goin t' my old base?' he asked, suddenly noticing where he was.
"Ah gotta give Mag's his code." Rogue explained quickly.
'O'course Chére, o'course.' He said as Rogue knocked on the door.
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Hey! So sorry for the long long wait. Sorry for the little ity bity clif hanger, but its not big! But hey, to make up for the wait, this chapter was EIGHT PAGES LONG!!! Oh yea baby! *Does happy dance* ok lol anyway, REVIEW! Reviews make the world go 'round, I swear! Thanks! Have a nice Thanksgiving (just in case I Don't review before then.)