The Freedom Caper

by Eileen Blazer

Rogue and Remy set out looking for freedom and find each other instead. But with the arrival of the X-Men, a cult, and a group of Nazis, their future together looks uncertain at best.

6. Buddy Holly

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The Freedom Caper

Chapter Five: Buddy Holly

"Ah ain't married!"

"Yes, you are."

"No, Ah'm not."

"I am happy to disagree, M'Lady."

"Look, Ah'm gonna try an' calm down, okay? Ah'll be quiet and you can tell me what all this marriage crap about. Y cain't just go around announcin' stuff like this when it ain't true. Ah ain't married ta no one!" Remy rubbed his chin as Rogue raged at the Leader, her face red and her mind, confused.

"I assure you, M'Lady, we did not mess up this procedure." The Leader answered happily, unaware that he was only making her madder. Remy wondered if he ought to intervene. Then again, he didn't want to be caught in the spinning fan of blades that was her wrath. Better to keep a low profile until she'd screamed away her anger. "I witnessed it myself."

"What?"

The Leader beckoned to another man, who quickly stepped up with the same book he'd been reading during the ceremony. He smiled patiently at Rogue. "I realize M'lady, that you are new to this. Allow me to familiarize you with this. Ahem," he licked the tip of his thumb and flipped through a few pages, then began to read. "When the Master and his bride are united on a single plane, they shall engage in a pure, touchless kiss, and usher in a new era of peace and tolerance.

Now, we assumed you'd go to his realm, and there the touchless kiss would have been a mingling of your spirits, but when I walked in and saw you too, I realized that our interpretations had been wrong, nevertheless, the marriage took place."

Wow, Remy thought. Maybe they should have just left the cult while they had the chance. All this talk of marriage was obviously getting to Rogue. He stepped up and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Its okay, " he whispered, "It can't be legal. We get out of here, an' forget dis whole t'ing."

"Actually, we prepared for this. After nearly thirty years, we have recognition from the state. Unions formed according to our custom, in compliance with the law, are perfectly legal."

Remy glared at the Leader, and the man shrunk down a few feet. "But de fille's too young. Needs t' have permission, non?"

"Well...unless we have a judge that would give declare her of age."

"No sane judge would do that." Rogue said.

The Leader pointed to a middle-aged man in blue. "He would."

"Dis is foolish. Dey fille oughta make dat choice on her own, mon ami. Y' can't marry people wit'out deir consent."

"But this is the way you said it had to be, Master. We serve you."

A though occurred to Remy, a slight flicker of hope. "Y' don't know her name. Roguey's just a nickname." Now what could they do? There could be no legal, binding marriage without a marriage certificate, and that required her real, Christain name. Even he didn't know that.

"Yes, we have that too. We hired a telepath, you see, to examine her mind and make sure she wasn't hiding an encounter from us. That was before you arrived, Master. We also requested her identity," He pulled on a curtain and revealed a slip of paper already built into a stone sculpture. Sure enough, there was his and Rogue's real names.

That was her real name?!?

For Gambit, the truth was almost funny. For Rogue, it was devastating. She covered her mouth and gasped. "Ah wanna get outta here, Remy. Now."

**************

"I hear annulments are easy t' get." He said to her, when they were reasonably far from the hotel California. "I mean, when y' haven't done nothin'."

"Yeah." The shock had passed; now, she was calmer, more at ease. He was right, an annulment, given their situation, would be simple. She had vowed not to worry, but have it taken care of rather rapidly.

Gambit jumped up and walked the edge of the railing of the overpass, hands in his pockets, eyes downcast. "So what we do now?"

"Ah don't know about you, but Ah wanna get the hell away from California." Rogue looked back at the hotel in the distance, but cautiously, feeling a bit like Lot's wife. She escaped it, rescued from certain doom, yet still her gaze was drawn back to the old structure.

"So soon?"

"Soon!" She cried in disbelief. "Remy darlin', since we got heah, Ah've spent most o' mah time gettin' dolled up s that Ah could be sent ta the paradise on the other side o' that blade. Forgive meh if Ah ain't too eager ta stick around an' see how the next act plays out, but Ah'm afraid they'll realized their Master's just a dorky teenager with special effects, an' come after us."

"But de sun's so nice. An' let me tell you, I know dis po' Cajun boy who spent all o' de past few days ridin' around, lookin' fo' his friend, an' now dat he's found her, know what he wants, Chere?"

"Ta get a life."

"Exactly. Only a life dat includes them havin' a good time. An' stayin' in de same place longer than it takes t' buy air tickets."

She sighed. "Fine."

"Now about dis 'dorky' comment..."

"That's the truth." She teased.

"Dat's not what you were sayin' in de room, Chere."

She flushed at the reminder."An' about that-"

"Which dat do y' mean? Yo' confession o' everlastin' love, o' when y' kissed me."

He was toying with her and she knew it. She played along anyway. "Ah think ya mean when you kissed me, mah swampy friend-"

"Husband," he corrected, merriment in his tone. Rogue ignored it.

"Kissed me!"

"Like you didn't like it." He leaped down, landing in front of her, smiling. Rogue realized what a difference the eyes made. If she'd thought him gorgeous and expressive before...now there was just no words for his kind of looks. And he was more honest, somehow. The dazzling pupils revealed his every wish, thought, observation, and often when he looked at her, desire.

Desire? For her? For the weird little girl with all the problems of Midas and none of his benefits? She became self-conscious, more than normal, when she caught him staring, the kind of stare that was almost a leer, but more affectionate. She wasn't used to it.

None of the boys she'd befriended before were so openly..what? Sensual, obvious, lustful? Kurt was too shy to even look at a girl he found attractive; Scott probably too wholesome to to let everyone know that he not just liked, but lusted, for Jean. The adults closely guarded and censored themselves in the presence of children.

And now here was this guy, making it no secret that he... wanted her. And not in a neighborly, platonic, sit-and-sip-tea sort of way.

"What are we Remy?"

"What do y' mean? A combination o' elements? Flesh an' blood an' dust? Homo superiors, boy an' girl, southerners?"

She stopped him, because she suspected he'd keep naming things, purposely irritating her. "Us, ya dope. You an' meh." The words came harder. "What happened ta us in that room?"

"Oh dat." He said, suspiciously overemphasizing his understanding. "Aw, look at de blushin' belle, too embarrassed t' recal de details o' our first kiss. Mais, dat's all right, dis Cajun be happy t' refresh yo' memory. I leaned in an' drew de soft cloth against dose rosy lips, an-"

"Remy!" Rogue protested. "Ah meant relationship-wise, thank ya very much." She sighed, wishing he'd make things easier for her. "How does this work? Do we forget it now that the moment has passed, o' start callin' each other Muffin, o' what."

He sobered up long enought to pass his hand along her arm, from shoulder to palm, giving it a squeeze. "I don' wanna forget it, so we t'row dat idea away, non? Most couples, dey start off holdin' hands when dey walk."

"We've already started that."

"Den we ahead o' de game." Silence lingered between them. Then Remy gave her a funny look. "Y' not gonna start callin' me Muffin in a few days, are you?"

********

The scent of the room changed, and that's how Logan knew Ororo had walked inside. She leaned against the door frame like a wilted flower, worry obvious on her normally flawless skin. He held up a drink of coffee but she refused it.

"How far were you able to track them?"

"To the Maryland airport. They took a plane; I don't know which one. Did you have any luck?"

"No. We did an extensive background search, but she has neither returned to her childhood home, nor to his. It was difficult to go unnoticed there. I suspect his family knew of our presence."

"How are the kids holdin' up?"

"Scott seemed anxious today-"

"So he's gettin' back to normal."

"-but on the whole, they're coping well. How are you, Logan? You've been one of the most worried."

Had he? Was it because of all the kids, Stripes seemed most vulnerable? "I checked out the mountains again. The river."

"What did you find?"

He lifted up a dirty bag. Ororo didn't know what to make of it until she saw the end of a sheer black top peek out through a space in the zipper. She raised an eyebrow. Had Rogue packed her bags? But that would mean..."She was getting ready to leave, while we were all still here with her? Does Gambit possess that kind of controlling power?"

"No."

"You believe she was running away on her own, then?"

"I dunno what to think, Ro. I just know that that kid needs our help whether she realizes it or not."

"Perhaps we should take this into consideration with our plans. Where is Scott, he'll want to know."

*************
The rescue team became whole as Scott and Jubilee met their teammates in the back table of an airport restaurant, a little fast food building called 'Burger Madness'. The former nodded in reconition of those seated, quickly traveling from face to face, checking out his team, slowing only a millisecond as his gaze passed the two Acolytes. Although the rest of the x-men had had a chance to get accquanted with them, he had not. He wondered, breifly, if they would accept his, or Jean's, leadership.

The tall Russian one, Collosus, held his head up proud, his mouth drawn into a tight line. A serious nature, good. Scott needed people to be focused, not lollying around like that other one, the pyro.

"So here we are," he stated the obvious, because there wasn't much else to say. What could he say, that would help these two teams blend into one. Could they be? Was it neccessary for the plan to succeed? Probably not, but Scott didn't like having rifts where there ought to be cooperation. A leader knew those kinds of things caused problems in the feild, and Rogue needed them to be efficient. "Let's talk."

"I've already told you, Cerebro said that they were somewhere in Northern California," Jean said, "That's why we decided to start here in San Fransico. Beyond that, I can't tell."

"We analyzed his file while we were waiting," Kitty added. "There isn't much information, but we know he doesn't have
a whole lotta resources. These guys confirmed that Magneto probably tied up any extr a accounts that he had. Maybe we should check out the inexpensive places."

"And you guys agree with this?" That was, after all, there purpose in coming. To offer insight and advice.

The Acolytes exchanged a glance and then Pyro leaned forward, his hands folding over the table. "No. We do," he continued, "know that Maggy's cut him out of the will and all, but that bugger's got more tricks up his sleeve than he lets on. I wouldn't be surprised if he was still living like a millionaire."

Scott nodded. He would have to follow their suggestions over Kitty's. He hoped she wouldn't be mad. "Anything else you have to add?"

Collosus said, "Yes, as a matter of fact. We thought, since we were working at honesty and teamwork here, that we'd warn you."

"Warn us?"

"Yes. You seem very set on this idea of her being kidnapped, but having worked closely with Gambit, I can safetly say the odds of him abducting one of you by force and dragging her along on his run from Bayville -it seems highly unlikely, is all."

"Vhat are you saying?" Kurt asked. "Zat she wanted to leave, herself?"

"Just don't be too shocked if it turns out we're right."

"Like, don't worry." Kitty said. "I don't think that'll be a problem."

"So," Scott said, taking charge of the conversation once more. "We'll split up again. Northern California is a big area, so let's do teams of two and three. Um, Jean, er, Leader Red, and Jubilee can take the northernest part. Myself, Kitty, and Collosus can take this area, since its the most populated and Kurt and Pyro can take southern Northern California. We'll stay in close contact at all times. Look at the expensive places, talk to people, find out if anyone remembers them. A gothic Southern girl and her Cajun companion aren't exactly the usual tourists."

"And red eyes," Collosus added.

"Red eyes? Don't tell me he's a user too."

"No." Said the Russian. "His eyes are red on black. Very unusual. They may prove to be the key to recovering our lost companions."

*******

For their first real date, Remy and Rogue decided to stay in. Their last day out hadn't gone too well, and watching movies seemed a safe bet. It was nice too, a chance to sit on the couch together, with a bag of hot popcorn, a set of films ranging from Monty Python and the Life of Brian, to Amadaus. Later, they would order Chinese take-out.

They both kicked their socked feet up onto the coffee table. At first, Gambit had tried to poke her with his foot, but she punched his arm and he stopped, opting instead to seize her fist and hold it until her fingers were relaxed.
Eventually, he persuaded her to lean on him, then to put her head in his lap.

They watched the movies. She, occasionally throwing a stray kernel at his head; he, continuously touching her anyway he could. Contact like that was good for her.

He was good for her.

**********

Peter hadn't expected to like the X-leader, though he'd been willing to temporarily accept his authority. Yet, as they traveled around that day, he found he respected the ruby-visor wearing, self-titled Leader Blue. He had a good head, clear thoughts, and preformed his duties remarkably well. He took situations that could have imploded their little experimental plan, and smoothed them over, as though he were ironing wrinkles from a shirt.

He could have served a leader like that, in another time and place.

But the true surprise had been Kitty. Placed in a partnership with himself and Scott, he'd assumed Kitty would fall back into her girlish, giddy attitude, until she either drove him nuts or lost her way among the squirrels. Instead, she'd become quieter, more introspective, thoughtful, calculating, calm, filling out the third position in their trio perfectly.

Her talent for carrying on two seperate personalities intrigued him. Which was the true Ms. Pryde, the bubbly, wide-eyed kid who had complained loudly when Pryo accidentally flung a fry onto her new cardigan, or the somber, lovely young lady who pointed out the spots they had missed, asked questions they hadn't thought of.

Peter wouldn't mind finding out the answers to his questions, even if it meant having to become better accquainted with her. If Remy was able to sneak off with a girl in secret, why couldn't he just talk to one? He could. Of course. Magneto didn't rule him.

Not completely. His hold over him was cruel and unfair, anyway, and one day, Peter would snap that connection like a feeble branch in his palms. Then maybe they'd all be freed of the silly missions and vows, him, Gambit, and Pyro.

**********

"Well east coast girls are hip, I really dig those styles they wear. An' the Southern girls, with the way they talk, they knock me out when I'm down there. I wish they all could be California, I wish they all could be California giiiiiirls." St.John positively glowed as he sang his happy song, despite the dagger-looks that Kurt was throwing at him.

"Vill you shut up," the furry blue guy growled, looking almost wolf-like with his narrowed yellow eyes and angry expression.

"I may, sometime in the future. As for the present, however, I'm afraid you're stuck with my beautiful voice."

"Vhy couldn't I be in Scott's team. At least they're doing something productive."

"Hey, that meal was highly useful. We have to keep up our strength, don't we? Just think about it, when everyone is weak from lack of nourishment, we'll still be going, bravely carrying on the mission."

"Ja, sure. Even Jean and Jubilee have practically finished their search."

"Hate to break it to you, Mate, but they haven't found anything."

"But zey've found where not to look, and zat's half the work."

"I dunno. This is pointless."

"Its not."

"What are we trying to cccomplish," he asked of Kurt, "What is the goal really? Is it worth having? This whole search feels so bloody stupid to me. I mean, so what if Gambit decided to up and run? What good is returning him going to be? A waste of resources. That's it."

"Some of us are searching for a friend."

"Right-o, then. Friend. The sheila with two-toned hair, huh. Stolen away in the dead of night by a fiendish crook. Bet she's really suffering."

Kurt caught the sarcasm in his voice. He frowned. "Vhat do you mean?"

St. John grinned. "He's a lucky figjam, Gambit is. Gots all the sheilas, not just your pal, at his beck an' call. If it wasn't for that power of hers, I'm sure he'd have rooted her over a million times by now. As it is, he's probably figured out a way past them. And I'd bet she'd not protesting one bit- ow." Pryo stopped, because he'd been slammed backwards into a brick wall, apparently having pushed Kurt to the extreme. Jeez, didn't he know when he was kidding? It was just a joke.

"Zat is mein sister you're talking about."

Oh. "Oh." Oops. Why had that been left out of the records? Way to forge new friends and teams. Insult their families with careless bantering. Pyro sighed. "Sorry, Mate. I didn't know. I'm a little frustrated too, you know. I've got an awful lot riding on this mission. Don't have anywhere else beyond Magneto."

He was sincere in his apology and Kurt sensed that. He backed off, and they continued walking. After a few minutes, Kurt began to hum softly. St. John recognized the tune and joined in.

It was okay, they could make the teamwork work. No one wanted to hurt the other.

People passing them in the streets wondered why the two teenage boys were singing California Girls, then promptly lost interest and went on with their lives.

*********

The call was sent from Scott to the rest of the team much, MUCH later that night....

"Guys, we've found some cab driver that mentioned a couple who looks a lot like Rogue and Gambit. She said we had to be wrong, that her kids were too sweet and sincere, but I've got a hunch its them anyway. We're heading to the Romanoff Hotel. I've sent you directions. Meet us there when you can. We're going in now."

*********

"Bet you'd look good dressed up as Cleopatra."

Rogue tore her eyes away from the movie, from the tearful end of a love affair, between the Queen of the Nile and her Antony, to look at Remy. "Too bad we'll neva' know."

"Dere's always Halloween. Could get you her real jewerly," he said in a voice meant to tempt.

"Is this all just ta get meh in half-dressed again?"

"Technically, it'd be de first time, since you got half-dressed wit' de cult wit'out m'help."

'Ah, but y'all just showed up in time ta gawk."

"Couldn't miss a show like dat." Remy answered smoothly, plopping down beside her, soda in one hand. He nuzzled her neck through the soft, smooth green scarf she wore. "N' look where it got me."

"Yeah, moochin' offa me." She said, taking back what was actually her soda. She sipped it, returning her attention to the TV. "Look at that. How come the really good loves are always punished, and the mediocre, halfway, maybe affairs get away with everythin'."

"People are jealous, Chere. Dey don' want nobody to be happy unless they've felt it first."

"Not everyone's like that. Why didn't anyone else stand up and suggest doing the right thing by the lovers?"

"Cause anyone got a different opinion, he torn apart by lions, dat's why."

Rogue yawned, feeling a bit sleepy. The movie ended, the credits began to roll. She allowed herself to cuddle up against Remy, to revel in his warm and security. And he petted her hair, over and over again, as if he loved the feel of it.
Just when she was drifting near sleep, barely able to keep her eyes open...he tickled her.

"Remy!" She shouted, instantly alert, feeling his hands along her sides. He did it again, and she fought for control of herself.

"Ha!" He responded. "An' y' said you weren't a giggler. Now who's right, Roguey? Hmmm?"

"Still me!" Rogue laughed, fighting him away.

"Non! Admit de trut'!"

"Me!!! Ah'm in control!" She insisted, though she had to gasp for breath. If only her hands could reach the pillow. So close, so near, just an inch or so more...her fingers closed around the edge of the cushion. She slammed it against his face and sent him falling back. Taking full advantage of the situation, she returned the favor and began ticking him. "Now say mercy!"

"Non merci!" He replied.

"Say it!"

He didn't. He did, however, use his much greater mass and length to tumble them both off the couch, hitting the carpeted floor with a thump, rolling until he had the upper hand again, having trapped her beneath him. They paused, breathing heavily.

Remy was thankful her powers didn't include telepathy, because otherwise she would have noticed that he thoughts took a sudden turn for the impure. Could he help it, with her pinned like that, her face flushed and rosy, squriming, her laughter bringing life into the room? Damn her powers, their constant chaperone, ever in his way. Why couldn't they have a Chastity Belt instead? He'd always been particularly good with locks.

But he guessed they were a benefit too. Rogue couldn't handle too much relationship that fast. Things had been moving quickly, like a runaway train, since the cult ceremony, and he suspected she was trying to throw herself into intimacy. Experience everything at once. And were it not for those little reminders, a woozy feeling when he accidentally brushed her cheek with his, a stumble in his steps after finding a tear in her glove, or the like, he might have been all too willing to go along with it.

Sighing, Remy collapsed forward, onto her, ignoring her squeal. He just wanted to be close, that was all. To let her know that she didn't have to worry so much, because it was his job now to take care of her. Ha, Bella, take that. Talk about finding happiness beyond himself.

A creak sounded in the other room; he ignored it. He was thinking about Mrs. LeBeau. The thought nearly made him laugh aloud again. Even if they, as a couple, were too young to make the marriage permanent, it was a fun idea. Could she be the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with? Was that possible, though they'd only known each other for a few short weeks.

However, the annulment hadn't been given yet. If tomorrow morning she insisted on going down to a courthouse, so be it. For the moment, she was his.

He liked having Rogue his.

Remy grinned. "Tell me again why I can' see y' nak-, er, half-naked Mrs-."

"Eew! Get away from her, you creep!" It a second too long for him to register the foreign voice. When he did, he realized that the x-geeks and Peter were already positioned to capture him, the instant he pulled away from Rogue. She too was confused, he felt her nails through the cotton of his long-sleeved shirt.

"What's dis?," he asked the newcomers, his heart sinking.

"Get off of her!" The girl, the brunette in pink insisted. "I knew you were up to something sick and evil."

"Guys?" Rogue said, in a weak tone. "What are you doin'?"

"Rescuing you," Scott replied and in one quick movement, with precise aim, he shot Gambit away from her. The Cajun landed a few feet away, wincing from the pain. The blow, thankfully, had not been too severe.
His head was throbbing, though, making it difficult to see straight and so he heard, rather than saw, the brunette approach Rogue. "Are you all right?"

"What have ya done, Kit?"

"We're..." 'Kit's' voice trailed off, as Remy felt a gentle touch cradle him. But there were other voices ready to step in and speak.

"Its okay, remember, he's manipulated her for a while now. We just need to get her to safety."

"I think, perhaps it time you considered my words, Scott."

"He better not have already harmed her."

His vision began to clear, and he heard Rogue whisper in his ear: "Ah told ya we needed ta get away from heah, Sugah."
Next time, he promised himself, he'd listen.
****************

What's with these homies dissin' my girl?
Why do they gotta front?
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent?
Woo hoo, but you know I'm yours
Woo hoo, and I know you're mine
Woo hoo, that's for all time
I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh oh and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care 'bout that
Don't you ever fear
I'm always near
I know that you need help
Your tongue is twisted
Your eyes are slit
You need a guardian
Woo hoo, and you know I'm yours
Woo hoo, and I know you're mine
Woo hoo, that's for all time
Ooh we ooh I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh oh and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care 'bout that
Bang bang a knock on the door
Another big bang your down on the floor
Oh no, what do I do?
Don't look now but I lost my shoe
I can't run and I can't kick
What's a matter babe? Are you feeling sick?
What's a matter, What's a matter,
What's a matter you?
What's matter babe, are you feeling blue?
Ooh we ooh I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh oh and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care 'bout that
I don't care 'bout that
I don't care 'bout that
I don't care 'bout that

Bwahahahahha!!! THE END of the chapter, I mean. What kind of damage will the well-intentioned x-men do to our budding couple's romance? Will Gambit seek irrational revenge against the guy who blasted him through the couch. And most importantly, whose gonna pay the expensive hotel bill now that the room looks like Kurt Cobain's ghost had an all night party there?

All your answers (more or less, probably less) will be answered in the next (and oh, so prompt) update of The Freedom Caper (cue the music).

Remember, sticks and stones may break my bones, but no reviews will make me cry. REVIEWREVIEREVIEWREVIEW!!! Or else I'm gonna make Rogue think that Scott was acting heroic. She'll fall for him again, and this will quickly evolve into a Jean/Scott/Rogue story! With Remy, quietly forgotten, returning to the Bayou and finding himself nursed back to health by that vixen/assassin that always gets in the way!! Otay that probably won't happen because even writing that made me shutter, and I can't seem to stop now, but review anyway!!!Review!!!REVIEW!!!

If anyone cares, BTW, I have sold my writing soul to a certain reviewer, and will in fact, be continuing We've Met Before, writing it concurrently with this one. It'll be far less crazy, though. Maybe. I'm going on spring vacation starting tonight too, and I think I can pull off two chapters of this story, plus one of those, before I have to go back to la escuela. So be ready to read a lot.

And now some (other) notes:

1. Song by Weezer (have we done them yet?)
2. Not PERSONAL REPLIES

Bunny Angel: Thank you! Glad ya liked it. *big, giant grin* Y'all come back now, ya here?

Neurotic Temptress: You what, I DID mean his eyes...okay, just kidding. I'm sorry about the errors, I was careless. And I wish I could pull the cult out of the story to serve me instead. *sigh* How terribly ungrateful of them. And I'm glad you liked the song. Personally, it is my very favoritest eagles song. But I like all of them an awful lot. You wouldn't, by any chance, know what the next chapter will hold, do you? If you do, could you tell me? It would save me a whole lotta thinking time. : D Pleaze review!!!! Don't stop!!! Unless, of course, you're going to go write one of your own stories.

Tabby: Kurt's reaction to them comes next chapter. And I'm as curious to find out his reaction as you are. What will he think of his sister's new beau? Or LeBeau, as the case may be (laughs at self's unfunny joke) Stay tuned, okay? And keep reviewing!!! Thanks!

Carla: Thank you!!! I'm glad you liked the way the cult thing happened. (I liked it too). I hope you're gonna like what happens next...btw, any suggestions on what should happen next?

Starlightz6: Here you go, they're still married. For how long? I dunno...okay I do. But I'll never tell...not until a later update anyway. Guess you'll have to keep reviewing! Ha ha ha!!!!

Ishandahalf: I know your too kind in your praise of my writing, but I will say that smacking yourself on the head with either a hand or a large, blunt object often helps me and my friends understand things. We have a whole theory about that. : ) Yup. Also, ahem, I wouldn't have taken it the wrong way if you hadn't told me not to take it the wrong way! Gosh. And Rogue probably did all that fighting stuff, but she's been with them for three days now and I'm sure she was just ready to kill the next person who tried to put make-up on her. Thank you for liking Rogue's reaction to the eyes. I must say, I'M glad that they've been revealed too. I told them not to stay with the cult, but do they listen to me? Nooo. I'm just the writer.
Oh yeah, one last thing, you said that happened to you? The person wasn't Remy (or a close likeness) was it? 'cause then I'd just have to hate you. REVIEW!!!

Christy S: Thanks for the review! Yeah, I have mixed feelings for the cult. One the one hand, they tried to kill Rogue. On the other, um, they got them together, and married, and how can something so bad do something so good? * little mermaid music beginning in the background* Please Review again!

Dstrbd Child: Aw shucks *stares at the ground shly* Thank you!

Rogue Star: This second half of the story, beinning with the next chappy, will see the adults more. Yuppers, since I'm weaving the all the kids together now. But as for Xavier and Maggy, well, their arrival is not quite upon us. When you see them, though, you know you've just about reached the end of this freedom caper. Thanks for reviewing!

Flying Pen: Hey, you know I didn't know I put that many bible allusions in there. It just appeared, I didn't even realize it. : D Thank you for reviewing! And as for Remy's eyes, yes, they are so nice, aren't they? They should find a way to put Remy into the real world. But then, crazy fanfic obsessive people would fight over him, and he would have no Rogue....: ( Poopy.

Panther Nesmith: Thank you! Tee hee hee. I'm an oh, so glad you're still liking it. Its nice to see that people who read the earlier chapters can still stand to read current ones. : D Thanks for the review!!!

Samman: Jeez, keep talkin' like that, I'll be blushing forever. You're so nice. And cool. And darn it, you make me feel like I should try really hard to make this good! Thank you! Hope you come again!

The Guy Who Get's Bossed By the Sis: I'm sorry they were squares. I dunno why that happened! I'm glad you were still able to read it, and like it. Thanks even more for taking the time to review! ~The Writer Who is Flattered Too Much

The Reviewer: Thanks a whole bunch! You guys always make me smile. And write.

SnowQueen: No. There will be no more. Never again!!!!! Okay, just kidding. I'll keep writing this until its done. So keep comin' back, 'cause there'll be more.

Girl4chat86: Thanks for the coconuts! I'm gonna go make some Pina Colada as soon as I'm done posting this! I hope you enjoyed this chappy too! You should review again and tell me if you did or didn't.

Rogue LeBeau: Hey, you now share the name of my story's Rogue! Bwahahaha! Thanks for the review! Glad you liked it. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gaea: Well, you're probably not reading this, but I AM continuing We've Met Before. Oui. See you then!

TO EVERYONE: Thank you!!! I'm rather open to suggestions for lets say, the next two days, so if you have any, I'd love to consider them....hint, hint. You Guys are the best! Thank you!!!!

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