Disclaimer: I own neither Marvel or the Tenth Kingdom. Why does the world torture me like this, WHY?!

(An: I'm worried about Ky.

Ali: Why?

M.A.: Because she's sitting in a corner going "Tweet tweet" and laughing evilly to herself. Isn't that reason to worry?

Ali: Good point. I'll go tell Jazz to let her off. -walks off-

M.A.: ... What? -blinks- -shakes head- I'll never understand them. Alix: ... You expect me to know these things? I have no smartness, sai! I know lots of random things, like a goldfish's memory is three minutes.. Mayleen: I do that a lot. I miss "Aracnophobia." That made -me- laugh really hard. Di: Hey, I'm proud o' that chapter! The jokes were actually thought out instead of utterly random! -meh- Uh, but anyway, this one should be better. Maybe you just didn't like the whole bit with Invader Zim? Heh heh heh. This chapter should be chock-full of... -trails off and blinks-

Jazz: -walks by, dragging an inconceivably large mallet-

M.A.: . . . I'm going to ignore that. I never saw that. My sanity does not need it. -sad eyes- I really would like feedback on whether or not do do that cross-over ppl... that just proves that nobody reads my blather. -sniffs- Ok, but anyway, this should have a lot of Romy stuff in it. It'll have some Tenth Kingdom jokes, since I like that movie, and I simply could not resist a talking frog. -grins- But first, we need a run-down of what our other chars are doing, don't we? -growls- I really would like it if you ppl on FFN would REVIEW before putting me on your favorites list! I enjoy feedback and this is severly ticking me off! I wish to kill something.)

After the disappearance of this stories main-chars-sort-of-anyway, the X-group wandered off to do X-group things.

Ororo and Hank got quite drunk and ending up locking themselves in a janitor's closet for the rest of the night.

The human dimension hoppers disappeared for a few hours and returned with a bunch of drag-queens and an Elvis impersonater, who Alix kept edging away from, for some strange reason.

Jazz and Alistor and Pyro and Daphine had locked themselves in the suite. Nobody came to clean it the next day, that's all I know.

Sam and Pie got married, as did Kurt and Pyth. (It involved a lot of duct tape.)

The guys (except for Todd) all got drunk at the bar and started doing an impromptu performance of "Grease" on the stage.

Sue Anna (tm) returned Ky to her normal state. She then started bouncing around the rooms because someone mentioned that they thought Scott and Lance were in Longview, WA.

Wanda and Todd spent the day in the casino, hopping from machine to machine as to not make them suspicious. Wanda used her powers to make herself win every time, of course. Todd just hopped along to carry her stuff.

Jean had gotten herself kicked out of Nevada since she attempted to hit on several policemen. She got dumped in the same desert as Scott and Lance.

Kitty, Jubes, Rahne, and Amara did this "Become A Showgirl" program. They went back to the rooms quite a bit richer then before.

Piotr participated in a male model contest, thanks to Tabby. He won, not surprisingly.

A bunch of people kept thinking that Jamie was a male hooker since he was running around in his uniform. Needless to say, he was quite confused by that. (Think, "Bobby, what's a hooker?" "Bobby, what are Miss Ororo and Mr. McCoy doing?")

But you people don't really care about that.

If I'm correct, all you people care about is what the hell Remy, Rogue, and Logan are doing.

As it turned out, the trapdoor dropped them into a series of tunnels not unlike the ones the Morlocks lived in. "Owwww," said Remy and Rogue in unison as they landed on the ground.

Logan didn't say anything. Due to his superiour reflexes and healing powers he had already recovered and was searching for a way out.

He sniffed the air. "Follow me," he said, walking off down a tunnel. Remy and Rogue shrugged at each other and followed.

After a number of complicated twists and turns, they ended up at a small room. There were three ways out, the way they came in, and two doors. The doors were unmarked and exactly alike. Logan wasn't sure which one led aboveground. After a lot of sniffing, cursing, and pacing, Logan admitted it: "I don't know which one to take."

Remy and Rogue hadn't been that much attention to him. They were too busy trying to figure out where an annoying croaking sound was coming from.

Logan walked over to them. They were looking around the room every time the croak sounded. "Where is that coming from?!" asked Rogue exasperatedly.

"Over there," said Logan, pointing at a small pile of straw in the corner. Sitting on it was a large green toad. He croaked occasionally.

"Ribbit," said the frog. "Down here. Ribbit. It's me, the professor."

"What?!" asked all three of the others in unison.

"Ribbit. I'm projecting t'rough dis body." It was at this moment that the travelers noticed the frog had a Jamaican accent.

"What's wit' de accent?" asked Remy.

"I'm projecting through a frog. What do you expect, Shakespeare? And you can't really talk, considerin' how much de author overplays your accent. Ribbit."

"What you got to say, Chuck?" asked Logan, pacing back and forth.

"Dis. Ribbit ribbit." The frog cleared it's throat. "One door leads to safety, one door leads to a horrible death. Ribbit."

"Oh oh!" shouted Remy. "I learned dis in school but I can never remember it!"

"You learned this in school?!" asked Rogue.

"Theives need to know dese t'ings," replied Remy with a shrug.

"Ribbit. You may ask me one question," said Professor!frog, "but I always lie."

"So if we ask him which door is safe-" said Rogue.

"Well then he'll lie and say it's the other one!" said Remy. "Is that it?"

"I don't know!" said Rogue.

Meanwhile, Logan had gotten pissed. He walked over and picked up the frog. "Alright bub! What is the deal here?! I mean, what is the point of having a door with a horrible death behind it, huh?!"

"Get your hands off me!" shouted Profrog.

Logan ignored him and started walking towards the doors, still holding the frog, staring at him furiously. The frog looked as though he might pop. "What is the purpouse of your life?! Just to be a pain?!!?"

"What are you doing?!" shouted Profrog.

Logan ignored him and took the frog in one hand. The frog squealed in indignation, "Don't touch me dere! Only my girlfriend touches me dere!!" Logan ignored him more and pitched the frog through the door. "Whoa!"

Logan growled and turned away. He walked three steps, then stopped abruptly as the door behind him rocked with the force of a fiery explosion.

Remy and Rogue blinked. "Well, I guess it's the other one," said Remy with a shrug. Logan blinked and then joined Remy and Rogue as they walked through the right door.

There was a bit more walking, then they came up on the surface, and were blinded by the lights of the Vegas strip. Rogue stumbled, and leaned on Remy.

And now for my usual condensed version of what happened next.

As usual, there is waaaay too much red tape and drunken madness to go through, so here's the basic summary:

Logan led Romy to a bar where he had "connections."

The "connections" turned out to be a bunch of showgirls that worked at the bar.

They got Remy and Rogue (who were by the time quite drunk) a cheap wedding (with an Elvis, no less!), and escorted them back to the hotel.

Wanda was forced to take Remy and Pyro's room that night.

THE NEXT MORNING

Rogue yawned as she woke up. Remy was still asleep. Rogue gazed up at the ceiling, her look imploring. "Why do the gods of fanfiction do this to me, huh, huh?!" She burst into tears. The author will die. Sooner or later.

Rogue looked around. Perhaps I can hide, pretend this never happened?

Then Remy woke up.

There was quite a bit of screaming and sheet-grabbing, and much much embarassment.

There was even more when the frog came crawling out from beneath a pillow, muttering about wolves and wicked queens.

After the shock wore off, Remy and Rogue agreed to pretend that this never happened. Logan hopefully wouldn't remember, and if he did, a good bash to the head and a zap would take care of that.

Hopefully, anyway.

As for Profrog, he agreed not to punish them for it as long as they didn't talk about his "girlfriend" or what happened with the doors.

So that whole thing got sorted out, and all was well with Rogue's world. Or at least it would be as soon as she killed the traitorous author.

(Sorry this chapter was so late.. and such crap, but this was a bit tricky to write. School's been working it's evil magic on my mind, making me slow. Now, about the whole frog thing: If you haven't guessed, it's a joke from the Tenth Kingdom. I'm going to do a parody of it after I finish this, and Remy and Rogue will be Wolf and Virginia... god, I'm so obsessed. Anyway, I really would like feedback on the whole crossover thing.. it would make me feel so much better about it if I knew someone would be reading it. Zany Quote: "This is the call of the North American Squee Bird: SQUEE!" This quote is most effective if you say it near someone's ear.)