Sorry it took so long and I'm very sorry it's not very good but I've got school and stuff...I am trying...really!

Rogue groaned, rolled over and fell out of her bed with a thump, thus waking her up sufficiently and just in time to hear the mental voice of the Professor call; all students are to meet in the library immediately.

Rogue rubbed her eyes tiredly grabbing her hand gloves and heading downstairs towards the library, she saw Sam going in with Roberto, Roberto looked perky, mainly because it was a bright sunny day outside. "Hey Rogue," Sam called slinging an arm around the girl's bare shoulders, good thing he was wearing long sleeves.

"Hi," she said feeling uncomfortable with the contact.

"Forge tit mate, you don't stand a chance with her," Roberto commented laughing as he walked into the library, Sam blushed and Rogue narrowed her eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she growled shaking her fist at the Brazilian boy.

"Nothing," he said backing away slowly.

"It better not," Rogue replied and marched off to sand beside Logan.

"Students," Charles addressed them, "due to your recent exceeding behaviour I have arranged a treat for tonight," the Professor explained, there were some apprehensive looks; Xavier's idea of a good time was updating Cerebro.

"What is it professor?" prompted Jean from where she stood with Scott's arm looped around her waist.

"You each have tickets to a club that is opening tonight," Xavier smiled at the astonished gaping mouths and the appreciative gasps.

"Oh thank-you professor," Jean proclaimed clasping her hands; everyone else rolled their eyes, what a suck-up.

"Way cool," Sam high fived Roberto and then the people present became solemn; it wouldn't be the same without everyone else. Who was left now anyway? Scott, Jean, Kurt, Rogue, Sam, Roberto, Logan, Hank, Ororo…the Professor. That was it, they were handed a ticket and Rogue looked at hers in disdain, what use was this to her hm?

---Later---

Rogue pulled off one of her gloves, there was an itch on the back of her hand and it was only making it worse. Unfortunately she was currently situated in the centre of the first floor of the Bayville mall. Preparing to replace the glove Rogue suddenly felt someone brush past her shoulder, her glove floated gently to the floor. She bent down to pick it up but ended up making skin-to-skin contact with a tank-top wearing girl that was passing, "Like, don't touch me you freak," she whined as the blonde flounced off with her boyfriend.

"Huh?" Rogue whispered to herself looking once more at her, seemingly now useless, glove. She walked into a shop and carefully walked up to an assistant and tapped them lightly on the arm, skin to skin contact. And once again, no pull, no memories, no power!

"Yes?" the bouncy looking brunette with dazzling green eyes asked as she jumped around to face Rogue.

It was then that Rogue realised that in her delight her awareness of what was going on around her had completely vanished, she was in a lingerie store. "Um…I…" she trailed off, completely at a loss for words.

"New to this kind of thing?" the girl asked softly and Rogue nodded shyly, "come with me then, we'll see if I can't find you something nice." Rogue smiled and the girl, Catherine by name, smiled back.

---Later---

Rogue walked out of one of the stalls and beamed at Catherine, "I like them," she told the bouncy girl.

"Good, good, so what's the occasion?"

"Clubbing," Rogue replied handing back to Catherine the things she didn't like, mainly the blue and green ones.

"So is there a lucky man involved?" Catherine asked grinning as she walked Rogue to the counter and dropped the unwanted items on a rack that was covered with stuff to put away.

Rogue blushed and nodded shyly, hastily paying for her items and waving a hurried goodbye to Catherine as the teen practically sprinted out of the shop.

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Music boomed, lights flashed and the lingering stench of alcohol and burnt nicotine lingered and mixed with the fake smoke making it hard to see where you were going. Bodies pushed hard up against each other, moving to a beat that made the entire club vibrate. Once comfy looking sofas were taken up by intimately involved pairs or more which lined the upper level balcony that looked down on the entire club.

Jean stood tapping her foot with her arms crossed and literally glaring daggers at Rogue. The fiery tempered red-head had flipped when Rogue had shown her what she was wearing, however both she and the Professor has been amazed that Rogue had demonstrated that she, for some bizarre reason, was able to turn her power on and off, however she wished.

"I still think you should wear more, just in case," Jean said quietly but no one actually heard over the music that was pounding in their ears and giving them all headaches.

"What?" Rogue replied, although it seemed like she was only mouthing it over the horrendous din.

"Don't worry about it!" Jean yelled back still looking rather upset before she was distracted as Scott slid his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. She smiled slight and reached behind her to grip his neck with her hands.

"Let's go," Scott whispered in her ear, they both grinned and headed out towards the dance floor. Rogue rolled her eyes at the pair, as if nobody new about what those two did behind closed doors…very difficult not too really.

"Hey Rogue," she turned to see a grinning Sam, Roberto had already merged with the crowd, "Wanna dance?" he asked offering her his hand.

"Um…okay," Rogue said rather hesitantly, Sam grinned wider at her and led her out onto the middle of the dance floor, multicoloured lights flashed around them. Rogue was in front of Sam and he had his arms around her waist, it was really nice and great to not have to worry about her power but she couldn't help but be nervous.

"We're just friend yeh Rogue?" Sam asked leaning his chin on her shoulder and turning his mouth to face her ear.

Rogue relaxed and smiled, "Yeh," she said back and he grinned.

"How about I get us some drinks?" Sam asked as he spotted a man leaning against one of the walls looking straight at them.

"Yeh, that'd be cool," Rogue replied, she watched him fight his way through the crowd. She was swaying slightly but nearly hit the ceiling when a pair of unknown arms looped themselves casually around her waist. "Sam?" she whispered tentatively.

"Non Chere," a husky, French accented, voice replied, a shiver ran down the young mutants spine and a gasp escaped her mouth.

---Scott and Jean---

"I feel kind of guilty doing this you know," Scott called at Jean who was dancing right in front of him, her arms in the air and her hips rotating in tantalizing circles before him.

"Why Scott," Jean asked moving up closer to him and linking her arms around his neck and grinding against him.

"Because…well…with everyone…you know…" he trailed off unable continue.

"Yeh…I know Scott," Jean replied giving him a reassuring squeeze and kissed him lightly on the cheek. Scott smirked and pulled her to him, kissing her lips and trailing down her neck, "Scott!" she cried out as he bit down gently.

"Yeh," he mumbled as he put his arms securely around her waist.

"This…is this appropriate," Jean gasped looking at the smirking, arrogant face of one…Scott Summers.

"Look around you Jean, we're in a nightclub," while she was preoccupied with what he was doing directly to her she hadn't noticed he'd backed her into a wall, he loomed over her, "what do you think people do in a nightclub Jean?"

"Uh…" she couldn't really answer, not because she was too naïve to know but because she was more concerned with what Scott was doing to her instead of actually comprehending what it was he was actually saying to her.

"I would rather we," he pinned her hands above her head.

"Got…" he began to unbutton her top.

"A…" she gasped as he reached under the back of her blouse to unclasp her bra strap.

"Room," she finished as her blouse fell open and she lay open to his scrutiny.

While those two were all over each other and standing up to boot, Sam and Roberto had been dragged to the dance floor by a pair of giggling blonde twins who were trying to hit it off with them but weren't getting any. It was just obvious, plus there was the minor fact that both boys had their eyes set elsewhere and no, it wasn't Rogue. That would have been like signing a death warrant with Remy hanging around and skulking in the shadows as he was.

Whereas Roberto had his eyes set on none other than Rahne…who he couldn't seem to get hold off, apparently she'd left a note at her house saying she was staying with a friend and the Professor couldn't pick up her mutant signature so he was kind of screwed really.

Sam on the other hand wasn't quite sure which way he was actually looking but it was definitely not in the direction of the blonde he was dancing with!

In the meantime the X-men weren't the only mutants checking out the place, "You enjoying yourself then?" Andrew asked from where he stood in a very dark corner, leaning against the wall.

"Well I would," Tabitha panted as she came off to him from the dance floor, "if you would get your stiff ass off that wall," he declared poking him in the chest.

"And if I were…" he grabbed her wrist and kissed the back of her hand, "to decline?" he smirked down at the blonde.

"Aw come on Andrew…or do you prefer seeing me in the arms of other men?" Tabitha grinned and he scowled, she was enjoying this.

"Not really…" he trailed off as her grin got wider and before he could tell what she was up to she had grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the dance floor, he stumbled and practically fell on her…more like ended up pressed against her. "Let's see what you can do then," she challenged and began to dance, his ears went red…he didn't know how to dance.

"Um…Tabby I can't dance," he said trying to back out of the crowd that seemed to have enclosed them.

"Move with me then, I'll lead," she smirked and pulled him back over.

---Rogue---

"Remy?" Rogue gasped as she felt a pair of tickling fingers skirting up and down her sides as a face buried itself in the back of her neck.

"Oui Chere," Remy drawled, then his eyes widened and he moved back abruptly, Rogue turned around just as quickly.

"What's the matter Swamp Rat?" she growled, she wasn't sure what had suddenly gotten into the Cajun but it was definitely weird.

"You…your power…I touched you…your power…why didn't I?" he rambled on, Rogue began to laugh as the brown haired man began to turn a cute shade of red "Remy is confused Chere, don't laugh."

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't understand it either," Rogue said, still while laughing.

"So does this mean Chere," Remy started walking back up to her, she stepped backwards, "that Remy can," she backed into a wall, "touch you," he cupped her face with one gloved hand, "whenever," his other hand rested on her thigh, "and wherever," his lower hand moved up, "Remy wants."

Rogue gasped as she suddenly found herself in a passionate kiss with none other than Remy Lebeau…imagine that.

Voila, plz review, there's like only two chapters left or something like that! :-)