Lucky 439 – Whats getting ya confuzzled? I might be able ta help there.... lol.... Thanks for the review.... although, charity? My stories aint THAT bad.... at least I hope not.... *sniffles* Aww, look, ya making me cry now....

A/N: No real Authors note, cos Lucky439 made me cwy..... BUT, is any part of this confusing? I keep trying to explain at the end of each chapter, but, anywho.... Thanks to my grand total of two reviews over three chapters.... Sorry im not doing much with my other fics at the moment, Dallas is working overtime on this one and my other muses seem to have gone on holiday to Hawaii without me...

Oh! I just realised something, having watched X-Men, followed by (listening to ) Cajun Spice.... In X-Men, Remy uses Chere, pronounced "Cher", like the singer. In Evo, he uses Cherie, pronounced "Sherry" like the drink.... Ah well. I'll stick with Chere. Too much effort required in uploading new versions of every single chapter I've uploaded so far, just to add a letter to the one word.... And yes, I KNOW my Sp. And G. Are pretty bad on Fics, although I have no idea why cos I'm such a good speller, but.... Must be the puter... or the American Spellchecker.... or the fact that nearly every speech-word I use isn't spell correctly due to attempting accents....

Hehn, this was longer that I thought it was going to be....

~*~*~Update~*~*~

"The only people she's likely to touch, are the Cajun, and Bobby, and lets face it, both of them are better off unconscious. That way, they'll be no ice slide through the hall this year and Rogue wont end up storming out where no-one can keep an eye on her."

"Fair enough Scott...."

~*~*~

"So Sheilah, Ya got a name?" She smiled and nodded. "Ya gonna tell me then, or do I hafta tickle it outta ya?" She raised her eyebrow, smirking. "Ey, whats so funny?" She held up his lighter.

"Now St. John, listen.... Smokings bad for your health.."

"Don't smoke." She looked confused.

"Why do you carry a lighter then?" His grin widened.

"So I can do this...." She had absent mindedly flicked the lighter open, and he called the flame to his hand, making it twist shapes and form different objects, finally ending in a question mark.

"Lore." She stated finally.

"Lore?"

"That's what most people call me. 'S what most of em think I am too. Lore, Myth, legend." Pyro started laughing.

"Y' don't exist Sheilah! That's a good one mate!" She snapped the lighter shut, and hid it again, St John laughing too much to notice.

"Look, ya crazy Pyromaniac," She started, being cut off by John laughing even more and turning the music on.

~Burn Baby, Burn, Disco Inferno, Burn Baby Burn....~

Despite herself, she started to laugh as well. The party was cut short by Remy entering the room, or rather, they noticed when he cut off the music.

"Ey Gammie.... Was lis'nin ta that!"

"Y' aint n' more." She stated pointedly. "So y' get de femme's name?"  He cast John an odd look when he started giggling again.

"Lore.... Lauren.... Whatever." She filled in for him.

"She don't exist mate!" Pyro finally got out, walking off snickering.

~*~*~

Zipping up the knee-high boots that completed her outfit, Rogue looked in the mirror and smiled. She looked good. Infact, she looked better than good.

"Always knew y'd look belle in de dress Chere."  The smooth Cajun voice from her window informed her as she turned, smiling.

"Ya own a suit?!" She was a little shocked to say the least, to see Remy.... Trench-coat and T-shirt wearing Remy, in a suit.

"Course Remy own a suit Chere. How else he take de belle femme's out?" he winked and offered her his arm, which she took easily, and without the coaxing he was sure he was going to have to do. He then presented her with the deep-red rose.

"Its beautiful Remy. Thank yah."

"No problem Chere. No where near as belle as y' tho'." He had already forgotten that Rogue couldn't touch, and leant in for a kiss.

~*~*~

"So-who-is-she-again?" The Silver-haired speed-demon asked Pyro.

"Some Sheilah that almost killed hersen in th' snow." He repeated, for the fifth time. "Who want t' be out in th' snow anyway? 'S all cold, an.... an.... and.... Horrid and cold!" he ranted, finishing by flicking his lighter open and sitting a small flame in his hands to make him feel better.

"So-is-she-cute?" Pietro's incessant questioning continued, although it was obvious that John had stopped listening some time ago. "Ill-find-out-for-myself-then." He shrugged slightly before zipping upto the bedroom, leaning on the doorway when he got there as he looked her over. She'd gotten slightly paler since the Acolytes took her in. ~Looks-like-she-just-eaten-some-of-Kitty's-cooking~ he snickered to himself, and this caused Laurent o wake up.

"Do you want something?" She raised her eyebrow.

"Just-curious-about-the-girl-that's-got-all-the-Acolyte-Boys-runnin'-round-after-her."

"Not me mate." She replied easily. Surprised slightly that she was already spending WAY too much time around the Australian. Next thing she knew, she'd be going crazy over fire.... "Musta got me mixed up with the other girl down the hall." She blinked. That was it, literally, and he was still stood there still grinning.

"There-isnt-anyone-else-up-here...."

"Course there is!" She insisted.

"Nope. Wrong. I just checked." She narrowed her eyes, noticing the slowing of his speech as he came further into the room and took the seat by her bedside. "So how come you're here with them?"

"They found me in the.... Hey, St. John told you, so why are you asking me?"

"Because he's insane." He stated simply, and she nodded. "So where are you headed.....?"

"Lore." She filled for him. "I'm trying to find someone."

"Who? Might know them.... or Father might." He shrugged, as if it was the easiest thing in the world to know everyone in Bayville.

"Marie Darkholme." She watched Pietro's mouth drop in surprise.

~*~*~

Back in the doorway to Rogue and Kitty's room, Remy had his arms around her waist, their lips separated by centimetres. Rogue pulled back slightly.

"Rem.... Ah...."

"Shhh, Rogue. 'S okay. Je t'aime." She said softly, simply, as if that made everything else in the world right. He watched the corners of her mouth turn up into a smile, and brushed her hair back from her face gently. After standing there for a moment, just looking at each other, he moved in slightly closer to her, and she tilted her head up slightly in anticipation of the kiss she'd waited for since they first met.

A/N: I thought there would be a good place to stop it....

Soooo,  Lance has been mentioned, Betsy was nearly killed, Lauren doesn't exist (if you ask My St. John that is....), Pietro knows something about the name Marie Darkholme, but no-one knows Rogue's first name.... or do they? Hell, I haven't decided yet. Keep reviewing, and I'll keep updating! Only one chapter tonight, cos I have other Fics to work on now....