Dandelions: 1000 X-Men: 1

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Author's Note: All right! After much ado I now present to you the 19th chapter! Sorry for the incredible wait but well…lack of muse means lack of story. So here's a little something more for all you people out there who enjoy insanity. Remember to review. Enjoy!

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Chapter 19

Outside with Rogue and Jubilee

It took a while but eventually Rogue and Jubilee exhausted all their laughter. Jubilee had obviously, pulled many pranks. She now realized that she had a lot more to learn. She had never managed to get one past Gambit. Rogue, however, was quite good at besting him. Rogue never ceased to be amused with the pranks she pulled on the supposedly suave Cajun. She took out an imaginary notebook and pencil, the one she always used in her tallied score between herself and Gambit, and added a tick to her side. That's one more fo' me. That swamp rat ain't doin' too well The two decided they haddone enough for one day. They headed to the garage, planning to go out ad get ice cream now that all their work was done. What they found in the garage was quite the sight, and one neither was going to let pass unnoticed.

The first thing they noticed was the intense smell of gas; next the unmistakable sound of Gambit and Wolverine talking. Rogue crept close and motioned to Jubilee to stay close to her and stay out of sight, counting on the smell of gas to keep Wolverine from catching their scent. The conversation their overheard was far from what they'd expect from the pair.

"Careful Cajun," Wolverine grunted, "we're gonna need all o' that to get the whole lawn."

"Dis is Gambit's plan, and Gambit know what he's doin'" Gambit still seemed to be in a bitter mood.

"If Gambit knows what he's doin', then why is Gambit needin' Wolverine's help?" Wolverine said, mocking Gambit's habit of talking about himself in the third person. Gambit let the insult pass.

"If Gambit remember correctly, it was you who asked for Gambit's help." Wolverine's only reply was a grunt as he proceeded out of the garage lugging a container of gas. Gambit followed smugly. He was about to make up for the embarrassments he had suffered previously that day. However, as he made his way out of the garage with Wolverine, Rogue announced her presence.

"What you schemin' now Cajun?"

"Nuttin Chere. Don' you worry your pretty lil' head 'bout it." Gambit moved to pass the skeptic Rogue, gas in hand. Rogue was not about to let him walk away. She had one more thing she'd been dying to do. She scanned the ground before her, found exactly what she was searching for and snatched it, then headed for the unsuspecting Gambit.

"So, Swamp Rat," Rogue specifically emphasized her drawl on her favourite nickname. "You still afraid o' the big bad dandelions?"

"Jus cuz you don' realize dere multiplyin' chere, don' mean dey aren't."

"Oh Ah know they're multiplyin' Cajun. Ah've been helping 'em." Gambit composure momentarily flickered to fear but was instantly regained. It was minutely noticeable but Rogue saw it. She had spent a lot of time trying to figure out the secrets of the X-Men's Rajin' Cajun, and her efforts were finally proving useful. Satisfied with the reaction she knew he hoped she hadn't noticed, Rogue continued. She slowly pulled out the prize she had concealed behind her back. Another shimmer of fear passed over Gambit's handsome face. Again it was exactly as Rogue predicted. "Ya know what these are right Remy?" Rogue asked as she ran her gloved hand gently over the top of a white puffed dandelion. She took his gulp as a yes. "They're seeds. All they need is a little wind." She gently lifted the dandelion to her face and drew in a deep breath dramatically.

"Non chere!" Gambit's plea was too late. Rogue released her breath sending parachuted seeds into Gambit's terrified face.

"GO FORTH AN' MULTIPLY!" Rogue yelled after the flying puffs. Gambit leaped into action, trying desperately to charge and explode all the tiny seeds. His futile effort was quickly ended as the puffs easily floated out of reach. Rogue left thoroughly amused as Gambit rebuked himself for letting her win twice in a row. Rogue silently took out her invisible notepad again and gave herself another tick. He ain't doin' well at all.

You jus wait chere, Gambit owes you a big one now, and he gonna have loads o' fun deliverin'. He'd get her. He always did.