BIG IMPORTANT NOTE: I changed chapters seven and eight (Not that big changes). You can either go back and read the chapters or wait for the summary at the bottom of the page. Also when I was reading my past chapters I noticed that I made a lot of mistakes with my writing. If any of you catch a mistake in my writing could you tell me? Then I could go back and fix it, but I don't think I'm making so many mistakes anymore, but still tell. Thanks!

Chapter 14

"Do you think their together now?" Beast asked the question to Storm who was sitting next to him in the kitchen.

"I'm not sure Hank. They seem to be acting nicer around each other, but I'm not sure how far it's gotten." She took a sip of her tea before turning to Wolverine. "What do you think?"

"Maybe, maybe not. But we ain't counting the bet until they go public about it." He took a sip of his coffee as Amara and Roberto entered the room both of them talking in whispered tones to the other.

"You just want to give yourself more time. But it doesn't matter. We will wait until they tell us before we start counting the days until the bells are ringing." Storm smiled imagining how both of them would look standing in front of the altar.

Logan was about to comment about the last part when he stopped and listened in on the conversation going on next to him. Whatever he heard he didn't like because he let out a growl and stomped up to the two teens.

"Who started it?" Amara went silent and stood behind Roberto who was trying to get closer to the sun so he could power up. "I asked you two a question?"

"It was Bobby. We were just talking about it one day and he brought it up." Roberto pulled his hands up in an innocent gesture as Amara clung to his shirt. "Most of us said never, if that makes you feel better."

Logan just growled and backed off. The two of them took their chance and ran out of the room probably to warn all the others about being caught.

"What was all that about?" Storm was used to the Canadians behavior and gave no outward sign of being disturbed by the scene.

"It seems like we aren't the only people making bets on Rogue and Gambit." He finished his coffee and went to the cabinet to take a beer.

"They're betting on how long they'll last too?" Beast had wondered about what the students were talking about recently.

"They're not betting on how long it takes for them to break up." Logan paused, taking a swing of his beer hoping to calm his rage. "They're betting on how long it takes that Cajun to get Rogue in the sack."

"Sack? Dear me. What do these children think about?" Beast never knew their minds ran that way. "That explains why they continue to mention dates and how long."

"What do you think we should do about it?" Storm placed her finished cup down and studied the black contents left inside.

"Join the bet?" Beast meant it as a laugh, but Storm had a serious look to her face. "I was just kidding."

"There's no way we're going to let those kids bet on when she loses her..." The last part of Logan's sentence was covered up by a fake cough. "We have to stop them!"

"We are making bets too remember." Normally she wouldn't condone any of this, but seeing that she was already a part of it there was no choice but to continue on the path that brought her to this. "We might as well let them continue."
"First off their bet is worse and second those who betted on a date would probably force them into doing it sooner so they could win." Logan folded his arms in an I-won-fashion and stared at the others.

"Actually our bet was worse." Logan's arms fell at Hank's comment. "They are just betting about their...um Rouge's...first time. We're betting on their future, and besides Storm, we aren't going in their favor."

"Hank is right. Let them have their bet. If anyone of them goes out of line and tried to push the two together we will send them right over to you." Storm's words brought a cruel smile onto Logan's lips.

"So since that's settled, will you all be sitting here all day or getting to work?" The Professor wheeled him self inside and poured some milk into his favorite cup.

"Did you hear everything?" The Professor nodded his head to Beast's question and watched as everyone shifted around.

"So do you want to join in or no?"

"Logan!" Strom brought her hand up and smacked him.

"It's quite all right Strom. I've already joined in with the children on their bet." The other three occupants of the room looked strangely at the bald man. "They were a little embarrassed when I came up and told them I wanted to join."

"Really? Who would have thought it?" Wolverine smirked after his remark and finished the beer. "You said never right?"

"Actually no." Again everyone else stared at him and truth be told it was beginning to annoy him. "I said after they are married."

Strom gave him a big smile and the others two gave each other a look.

"So how much money did you bet on that?" Logan was able to discern from before that it was a money bet and they already had well over 100 bucks stored away.

"Five hundred dollars." This time he left the room to avoid the look leaving the rest of the occupants to stare at his retreating form. Before fully leaving he called some last minute instructions back into the room. "Logan you have a danger room lesson. Sam got into another accident and needs some medical attention, Beast. And Storm since you did all your work you're free to do what you want."

The men grumbled good-naturedly as Storm began to relax in her seat listing out loud the various things that she was going to do in her free time.

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The bar smelled like all the others, and was filled with the same type of people. The bikers hanging around the pool table while the truck drivers sat at the tables. The ones who sat up front were the ones with the most problems or were just there for a drink. Taking this all in he made his way to the person who stuck out with his slightly old Armani suit.

"I thought I told yo' to wear somethin' un-conspicuous?" Remy sat himself down next to Warren and ordered both of them his usual. His usual used to be a mildly strong drink, but with the break-up with Rogue before he opted for the most mind-numbing drink they had.

"Why did you want to meet up here?" Warren looked around the room. It was filthy with a few hookers sitting on guy's laps serving them drinks. "Is this the type of place you usually go?"

"I like it with less people, but yeah. Is dere somethin' wrong with dis place?" Warren just shrugged not wanting to start a fight. The drinks showed up and Remy handed him a glass. "Here."

"What is it?" At first he sniffed it, and then he took a small sip. The liquid burned down his throat and he coughed a couple times before he could take another sip. "It tastes good."

Remy smiled to that. /At least he can handle a drink./ Taking a huge gulp of his own he showed no sign of being effected from the taste making Warren try to act the same way.

"So why did you want to meet?" Warren had already finished half his drink when he began to talk. His words were slightly slurred but easy to make out.

"Jus' wanted to talk. We haven't really gotten to know each other since yo' came here." /And I wanted to know how you feel about Rogue, but I'll ask that when your a little more drunk./ "So what do yo' do for a livin'?"

"You could call me a businessman. I can't really remember what the business is, but I get a lot of money." /Okay this isn't going to take long./ Both of them sat in silence. Remy drank as much as Warren, but showed no outward effect of the drink other than a little unsteady hand movements. Warren on the other hand laid his head on the counter and talked about mooning the other houses during his fraternity years in college.

"So how's yo'r love life goin'? Any crushes or love interests?" Remy sounded casual and hoped that Warren was too drunk to realize why he was asking the question.

"Actually there is this one girl, she's a total knock out." Warren ran his fingers around the rim of the cup probably thinking about the girl right now. Gambit knew the routine and started asking about how she looked like, before the name.

"Well there's the body all those curves in all the right places." /Lots of girls have curves./ "Then there's the personality. All sweet and mean at the same time."

"Oh dat's nice." /Okay it sounds like Rogue, but it doesn't mean that it is, right? You're doomed./

"Then there's the accent. I just love hearing her talk." /Lots of people have accents. Don't kid yourself./ Remy hunched over in his seat wondering if he still had a shot. "And of course the hair."

"De hair?" /There's lots of people with...who am I kidding. He likes my girlfriend and she is probably going to dump me for him./

"Yeah so unique. I never saw anything like it." /At least I found out now./ Remy picked up the drink and took a big gulp getting ready to become full blown drunk. "It's such a nice shade of purple."

"Yeah." /Purple? Rogue has purple hair?/ Remy brought up an image of Rogue in his mind and realized that she didn't have purple hair. "What's the name of this fille?"

"Betsy. Betsy Braddock." There was huge grin on Warren's face as he finished off his glass.

"Yo' mean yo' don't like Rogue?" /He isn't going to steal her from me!/

"I do like her. She's nice and all." /He's a player! Why do people turn out like that?/ "But she isn't my type."

"Oh. Well it was nice talkin'. I think we should head back now." Dropping some money on the counter he hauled Warren up taking him out the door. His first instinct was to leave him here and have someone else come pick him up. /It would be funny seeing him explain why he's drunk. And then he would mention your name... And then they all chase me down for getting a billionaire drunk./

Grabbing Warren's keys from his pocket he was happy to find out that he took the X-men's van instead of one of the regular cars. Placing him in the passenger seat Remy loaded up his bike and headed back to the mansion. They went up the stairs and Remy hoped somebody would find them so he could hand the load over, but no one showed up.

"Your lucky that no one be seeing you like this." Gambit kicked the door open and deposited Warren into the bed. He even pulled the blankets up and pushed the wastebasket closer to his head. Making sure that everything was all right he was about to leave when Warren stirred and called him back into the room.

"She really does like you." /She? Rogue you dumbass oh/ "When I was teaching her how to use the wings, you were all she could talk about. She makes you sound like a decent guy."

"Well..." /Okay now I'm feeling worse. So she really does likes me.../

"Please, don't hurt her. She's been through enough." It was then that Warren passed out and Remy was left standing in the room. He's been threatened countless times over the past weeks about the same thing, but just hearing it said like that meant the most.

"I know, mon ami. I promise. I will never hurt Rogue."

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"Is this all the information you have? My master has nothing to worry about. None of these locations come close to where he is. And these plans!" Mesmero had no words to describe it. In a way they were good, but to work on Apocalypse? "Is this all the information that was given to you?"

Piotr nodded his head and was waved off back to the brotherhood house carrying the suitcase.

"Now I need to call the other two." Concentrating Mesmero was able to find their minds not too far away. Taking hold of their thoughts he summoned them over to the forest where he hid. Their minds proved more difficult to hold thanks to the Professor's training, but he didn't need to control them for long. "Take out the papers from the suitcase."

Kurt handed over the papers and this time Mesmero shuffled through them not even bothering to fully read the contents.

"Just like the other one. This will prove to be easier than I thought." Dismissing them like he did to the other, he left to contact Apocalypse.

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The party was already in full swing by the time Devlin arrived. He parked his motorcycle at the back of the building where there was a space between the bushes. It wouldn't be good if somebody set off the switch and had it turn black on them all of sudden.

Taking a worn through path he found himself in the backyard where some people were skinny-dipping in the pool. /Maybe this party wont be so bad./ Entering through the sliding door he stepped into the kitchen where they were serving three different types of beer. The people in charge of the kegs looked the right age to be drinking, but when they downed one glass they were instantly out of it and making undistinguishable noises. /Kids./

Deciding on taking a drink later he headed into the living room where the dancing was going on. From there he was able tell it was slightly fancy home with a spiral staircase and expensive vases. /Of course it's nothing like the mansion./ Pushing towards the crowds he was drawn into dances with various girls from the school. He was beginning to enjoy himself and wasn't even annoyed when Taren pulled him off to the side.

"So you made it." She tugged at one of his hands and pulled him back into the kitchen where they were having a drinking contest. "Do you drink?"

"Not really." A bunch of boys grabbed him and seated him down across from a huge guy he didn't recognize. A bunch of shot glasses were placed in front of them and the other man downed one of the glasses. "I shouldn't..."

"What? You can't handle a little alcohol?" Duncan swung his arms around Devlin's shoulders and took a drink from a paper cup. All the other guys around him followed his example. "Want a soda instead?"

Shrugging Duncan's arm off, Devlin took the glass closest to him and finished it. Holding the glass in his hand for a few seconds he placed it upside down at the middle of the table. Both of them kept on taking shots and when they reached their 20th the other guy started swaying in his chair. /Knew it./ Devlin was actually starting to feel the effects when he took up the next glass throwing it down his throat and dropping it onto the table. As the huge guy reached for the next drink his body slid forward and he collapsed onto the table.

"And the winner is...Devlin Tyler!" Taren announced the results and everyone in the room cheered. There was some back hitting and pulling him up as the guys accepted him. When Taren showed up next to him, he tried to sober up. "Your prize is upstairs."

"My prize." Devlin just walked behind her as she led him up the stairs into an empty bedroom in the back of the house. It was slightly cold in there since there didn't seem to be any heater. Then he saw bed and that was all he needed to see before he took a step back out of the room.

"Don't be afraid. I don't bite." She pulled him back in and with his drunken state he fell landing on the bed. /Come on Lebeau think. How do you get rid of a woman?/ She closed the door and sat next to him on the bed. /I don't know how to get rid of her! Damn me and my good looks./ Devlin was able to get most of his senses back and tried to get up, but she shoved him back down pinning him to the bed. /She's coming on to me! Scream rape Very funny./

When her hands slid off his shirt he actually considered the last option. But when the shirt was off she stepped away from him. /What's she doing?/ She went back to the door and knocked on it. Duncan came in and behind him was Rick. He was carrying something, but Devlin wasn't able to see what it was.

"We expected the drinks to knock you out, but I guess you get to enjoy her for a while." /What are they talking about?/ Then Rick threw the bundle at him, instinctively he reached out to catch it. It was then that he realized whom the warm skin and the familiar body belonged to.

"You bastards! What did you do?" He lifted her up onto his lap and realized that she was wearing the same clothes from school. "You're going to pay for this."

Duncan was about to say something, but there was an explosion downstairs that distracted him. Instead of saying a catchy line he left the room followed by Taren, a little worried about her stuff., and Rick. The door closed behind them and there was a sound of it being locked and something being pushed in front of it. It was then that he noticed there was no windows in the room.

"Merde." Rogue squirmed in his hold and whispered out the name Remy. "It's Devlin, Rogue. Wake up."

"Devlin? What's goin on?" She sat up in his lap and looked around the room figuring out the situation they were in. "Are we locked in?"

"Yes." He held her close wanting to comfort her before he realized that he wasn't her boyfriend.

"Devlin what are ya doin?" She looked down at him and he noticed that she was just wearing her tank top. /I'm going to kill them if they touched her./ "Devlin?"

"I'm sorry. I just thought you were cold." /That's a smart reason./ He wasn't about to change the subject, but she rubbed herself up against him.

"Now that ya mention it ah am a little cold. Could ya rub my arms?" /Okay./ Taking his hands he ran them over her arms at first to warm them up but it slowly became a caress. "That feels nice."

Gently he pushed her down onto the bed and brought the covers over both of them. /What am I doing! Shouldn't you be asking what she is doing?/ Her arms came up at some point and were moving over his arms in slow movements. /That isn't going to warm you up. At least not the right way./

"Rogue. Stop it." /I can't believe I said that./ He rolled himself over to the side and off the bed. She stayed laying on the bed.

"Ah thought ya wanted this. Ah see the way ya look at me in class." Devlin wasn't sure if he heard her correctly. /How much did I drink?/

"What about Remy? Your boyfriend. You couldn't stop talking about him in class." /Maybe she's the one that's been drinking./

"Ah just wanted ya ta get jealous." She laid flat on her back, her skirt riding up. He couldn't take his eyes away from the sight. "Ah know ya want me."

"Rogue." Gracefully she sat up and crawled over to him. Sitting on her legs she started to draw him back to the bed. "Don't you care about your boyfriend?"

"Ah care about ya. That's all that matters." When it looked like he wasn't going to follow she brought her face up to his and kissed him.

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Author's Note: Cliffie! Sort of. Okay now is the time to announce what you want to see in the sequel to the sequel. Do you want more fighting. More Plot. More kissing. Less whining and more dining! I don't care if you insult my work as long as you give me reasons behind saying it. Tell me what pairings you want to see more of. And if you like the ones I have so far. And a just a over all in my writing style. I really need reviews right now. Future thanks for all that do Review.

Synapse on Changed Chapters: I took out Rogue using her powers and in chapter 7, and in chapter 8 when Beast and the Professor talk I have them instead say how Rogue has now the ability enhance the powers that she absorbed and become stronger because of it. Of course she can never surpass the person she absorbed from, but she could get close. That's it. So no more Rogue being powerful when she's drugged. And stuff like that.

The people who did review:

Aro: Exactly a week and a couple hours less than my usual time. And I fixed my other chapters too.

enchantedlight: All we need now is the tiny gun.

DemonRogue13: Don't ask. Cause I haven't figured it out yet. It'll come to me by the next chapter. Hopefully.

Star-of-Chaos: No cleaning clocks yet. Remy's too drunk and confused to do anything other than say "huh?"

Episodic: As you can read they have left her in the hands of her drunken, normally groping boyfriend. Who is under the disguise of her school pal Devlin Tyler! And might I add shirtless. (I can make a killing writing soap operas.) I wouldn't be too worried. At least not yet.

heaven-belle: I know big confusion going on, and it will all be cleared up in the next chapter or made dramatically worse. I haven't decided yet. And there's Remy's reaction. It could have been worse if he didn't have Rogue to worry about, but she's the reason that he's overreacting in the first place. I guess all I can say is wait for the final chapter to find out.

kurttyromyness: No it wasn't kinda odd. It was really odd, and maybe even a little scary. But it will make sense! And no need to worry about the rogue/warren thing since he's interested in somebody else. But you should worry about the whole devlin/rogue thing. Even though it's really a remy/rogue thing technically.

ishandahalf: Their relationship has to be fixed first. So sorry but your ass kicking BONANZA! must wait.