"So." Rogue limped over to Remy who was fiddling with his Bo staff in the kitchen. "What crawled up your father's arse an' died?"

"Don't you know anything 'bout the Ripper's?" He asked, staring down at his staff with a puzzled look. He glanced over at her sideways. "Our families are rivals. He jus' found out they did something he's been plannin' to do fo' months. Although he is in denial about 'em already doin' it." Which meant they had to stay
"Geesh." Rogue sat down in a chair while he leaned against the table. "He's actin' as if they stole his rattle."

"Get used to it." He placed the bo staff into a pocket of his trench coat. "Seein' as how you've been here for two years, you always should be."

Rogue cleared her throat. "Actually, we haven't really dealt with 'em. Well, I haven't." She glanced down at the ground. "So, why ain't we leavin'? Your father did seem like he wanted us to go."

"Don't take 'im serious." He let out a small chuckle as he took out a cigarette. "I never do." He placed the fag between his lips and then took out a lighter and lit the end of it.

Rogue stood up and lightly pressed her body against the side of his. She reached over, taking the cigarette from it. "C'mon. I'd say get your jacket on, but you never take it off. Lets go."

He arched a brow up as she walked away, flicking his lit cigarette into the sink and then turning on the faucet. When the running water came to a stop, he asked the question that's on all of your minds, "Where we goin'?"

"Out." She grabbed his arm and pulled him forward. "Before Jean-Luc notices we're gone."

"So, it's okay for you to ask me out?" He asked, letting her drag him.

She glanced back at him. "I ain't askin'." She pointed out.

"Ooh." He said as if it made perfect since to him when he had no idea.

"You sure you don't want to drive?" Remy asked Rogue as she climbed into the passenger side.

"Nah. I don't want to put any more stress on my foot than I have to."

He shot her a look as he sat down in the driver's seat. "Isn't walkin' on it puttin' stress on it?"

"Yeah but drivin' would be more stress."

"You're just goin' to damage it more by walkin' on it."

"Thank ya Docta' LeBeau. Feel free to start the car anytime now."

He did as ordered but didn't move the car. "Where we goin'?"

She shrugged. "How should I know?"

"This was your idea."

"Ugh. Lets go get somethin' to eat."

"Where?"

"Anywhere."

"What kind of food are you in the mood for?" When she shot him a deadly look, he took the hint. "Fine. I'll pick a place. Any disagreements with me choosin', m'queen?"

"No, peasant. Just drive."

"Into a brick wall? My pleasure."

"I can't believe you forgot to put gas in the car." Rogue was sitting on the hood of the car. Her eyes followed a pacing Remy. In response, he mumbled something incoherent and in French. "Where were you takin' us anyway?"

"To a diner a few miles outside 'Orleans." He answered with a shrug. "You said 'just drive.'"

"That I did." She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them. "So we're gasless and communication-less. Great."

"The most we can do is wait for someone to go by—" He looked down the deserted dirt road, in hopes of a car to come down it on cue but he wasn't that lucky. "—or we walk to the nearest gas station."

"I'm not walkin' an' you're not leavin' me here alone."

"Then how do you plan on us gettin' back home? Do you want me to carry you?" She just smiled at him. His face deadpanned. "No way. You're worse than a backseat driver."

"Fine. I'll stay here and make sure no one attacks the car."

Now, that was worth a smile. "All right sounds good. You stay put and maybe I'll come back for you in several hours."

"Screw it, I'm walkin'." She got off the hood of the car and limped over to him.

"But who's goin' to watch the car?"

It wasn't long (only a few steps) until Remy had Rogue on his back. She had her arms wrapped loosely around his neck while his hands had a sturdy grip on the back of her thighs so he wouldn't drop her.

"Are we there yet?"

"Backseat driver." He reminded with a yawn. "And I know we passed a gas station about two miles away."

"So we still have a lot of walkin' to do?"

"We, Rogue?" 

"Okay, you more than me." When he cleared his throat quite loudly, she sighed and buried her face into the back of his head, "Okay," She admitted, "You a lot more than me." She lifted up her head. "So. What's up?"

"Not much. Just meanderin' 'round parts I haven't seen in about twenty four months."

"Are you sayin' we're lost?"

"We're not lost."

"Yes, we are."

"I was better off throwin' you in the truck and jus' leavin' you there."

She ignored his comment. "Why do you wear a facemask thing? Deformed ears?" He felt her pinch his ears.

"Do you mind?" He asked, squeezing the back of her thighs as he pushed her up more.

"Do you?" She asked, wrapping her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles together by the buckle of his belt.

"I can't believe you're supposed to be a trained assassin."

"Correction numbskull, I was trained by an assassin; Mystique."

He came to an abrupt stop. "Mystique?" He asked coldly. "Jean-Luc said you were trained by your mother."

"Mystique is my mother, dimwit." She unwrapped one arm and knocked on the back of his head. "Not by blood, though. You really don't know much about me, do you?"

He slowly began to walk. "What do you mean, 'not by blood'?"

Rogue rolled her eyes. "She adopted me when I was four."

"You were adopted?" So, this was what Mattie had meant when she said they had more in common than he thought. He heard her mm-hmm in his ear. "Do you even know where Mystique is?"

"No. And I don't care to know either. She ain't exactly a motherly figure."

Remy closed his eyes, recalling the events of Mystique, the high-pitched blue skinned woman who was in charge of the Brotherhood of Mutants back in Bayville. He opened them, noticing that night was beginning to fall. "How'd you end up with Jean-Luc?"

Before Rogue could answer, a car came in sight, driving down the road, stopping right next to them. Remy immediately recognized the driver. "Tessa?"

"Need a lift?"

"Where have you two been?" Mattie stood in the kitchen, drying a dish.

"We went out for a bite to eat but the car ran out of gas half way there. " Remy answered simply.

"Which reminds me." Rogue mumbled, rubbing her stomach. "I'm still hungry."

"Wait." Mattie said, setting the dish in the dish rack. "Didn't you take Jean-Luc's car?"

"Yeah." Remy answered, suddenly remembered he abandoned the car. With the keys still in the ignition.

"Well, did you refill the tank with the gas container your father keeps in the trunk in case he runs out of gas?"

Remy and Rogue exchanged glances.

Aro is going to bed now. I might not have time to update this tomorrow but I'll definitely update Changes and this story by Sunday.

Ugh. I tried to update before going to bed but got "Document Manager is currently being outfitted with a new QuickEdit feature. Please come back in a few hours." So I'll most likely just post this before school tomorrow. I hate you ff.n.

Remy' Ange.. what the hell!? Why'd they do it!? :|