As We Were

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Review Response:

Silky black—Thank you. Yep, that defiantly evens us out. But go pick up Interview With The Vampire, it's really good.

Pyros-gal, and enchantedlight—Thanks a buncho!

RikaTabithaStarr—Thank you! ::bows:: Yep, you bet your next review she is!

X-TREM-X23—Welcome back! And all that good stuff!

EvilWhiteRaven—Thank you too! Insults ish fun to do. I'd route for Wanda too.

Totally Obsessed47—Possibly the reason I'm "so good at writing people as bitches," is because I live with their queen. My little sister, who's 12. But oh my god... ::shakes head:: I think Brian and Wanda would make a cute couple, don't you agree? Oh... Aren't you a new reviewer? I can't remember. I'm also going away for a week and a half, so this will be the last chapter I get out before.

IvyZoe—Can you hold out till chapter... 19? PLEASE! TRY TO MAKE IT! TRY! YOU GET YOUR ROMY IN 19! Well, then it all crashes and burns to the ground. No thanks to John. Yes, they are rich, but she has slight money addictions.

SickmindedSucker—Yes,you are always right. Gold digging horny slut... I really like that! I may have to use it at one point. He's making Ally pay because he has a soft-spot for his students... Well, that and the other night... I'm sorry, I'm on a 'Chuck is a dirty old man' spree.

Rage-girl-05—You're making me feel bad! Honestly! You'll find out why this chapter.

Ishandahalf—But of course Warren! Look out for Jono, because he's what the reviewers wanted, so it's what the reviewers get. Wanda always threatens people, and Illy just rocks my socks. Especially in Exiles. Because she's just so violent. WENCH! I don't think they're gonna tell Rogue... Untill later. OH! BRILLIANT! BRILLIANT! BRILLIANT! BRILLIANT! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I offer this to you again, bear my illegmante love children. Damn spell checker. You know what I mean, don't you? I hope you do.

Cheers Darlin—HEY NEWBIE! Thank you so much! Don't worry, more is coming!

PomegranateQueen—Provided they actually do get together. I could be evil and not have them get together at all. Yeah, so I'd consider Kat my sidekick, though she probably considers me hers, because she thinks she's smarter then me. She's book smart, I'm real-world smart. It's groovy.

Sweety8587—You're a new reviewer too, aren't you? I can barley keep them straight now. I've just got so many!

DemonicGambit—I know, I know, it's so sad and pathetic. ::Shakes head::

TheHotChick—Hey hey! Don't worry, they do fight in this, but the results may not be as you wanted them to be.

Lady Farevay—Of course you can join in the reviewing fun! Thank you, thank you. :bows: As for Villians, I actually surprised myself when I was writing yesterday about what happens. I was like, "Wow, that's a good idea!" And then I continued to write madly. I went to England last summer and loved it! Well, more specifically, I went to London, and then to Oxford on a day trip. I actually got to the quote from Full House. Thanks!

If you guys are lucky, I'll have an update for Saturday, but I'm going out of town and it's still being decided wether it's on Friday or Saturday. I promise I'll upload as SOON as I get back!

To make it up for you, here's ROMYLICIOUS DREAM SEQUENCE!

WHO WANT'S SOME BETSY ASS KICKING? RAISE YOUR HANDS!

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!?" Wanda yelled at Rogue when she entered Rogue's room.

"Betsy's flirtin' with Warren, she's got Remy, she can' have it all. So, Ah figured, make both Betsy an' Remy jealous, Betsy'll realize what she's missin', dump Remy, an' then Ah can dump Warren an' get Remy," Rogue said, smiling. "What's it ta you?"

"He lives in the same house with you," Wanda said patiently. "He'll figure it out sooner or later."

"You're right," Rogue sighed. "Damn."

"Well, on the bright side," Wanda said. "I broke Dazzler's nose."

"You did?" Rogue looked at Wanda, who nodded. "Kick ass!"

"I know, I know," Wanda replied, bowing. "Now, let's go to bed."

"I agree."

Rogue was walking down a long dark hallway. A door stood at the end, and from it was issuing a red light. Harry Potter much? Rogue thought, referencing the fifth book. As she neared closer the door, she heard the sounds of Red Hot Chili Peppers. She was soon at the door, and pushed it open lightly. Peeking around the door frame, Rogue saw a sight she thought she would never see. There, in the room, was herself, and Remy.

"Chere, I've been meanin' t' tell y' dis fer a long, long time," Remy said, holding both of Rogue's hands in his.

"Yes? Go on," Rogue heard her own voice asking.

"I love y'," Remy said. "An' I always will. I jus' went wit' Betsy because I thought dat y' din' like moi."

"Don' be silly, Remy! Ah've always loved--" Rogue was cut off as Remy leaned in and kissed her. The Rogue peering around the doorway then felt a strange sensation as she was pulled into the body of the Rogue that Remy was kissing. Rogue felt herself returning the kiss. Rogue let herself lean back as Remy's hands moved from her hair down her back, and up her shirt. She returned the gesture, and let Remy take her shirt off over her head. Remy, still not breaking the kiss, brought his hands down to un-button her pants...

"MORNING!" The loud voices of various Newest Recruits yelled into Rogue's ear.

"ACHK!" She yelled, rolling over and falling off the bed, with her covers. "WAAAAANNDAAAA!" She yelled.

"All right, you guys, you woke her up. Time to leave," Wanda said, handing each of them a five dollar bill as they exited.

"That. Was. Mean," Rogue said, frowning. "Ah was havin' a good dream!"

"Aren't I though? Well, it's 10:30, and you have a date with Warren in half an hour," Wanda said, sitting fully clothed on Rogue's bed.

"Ah do?" Rogue said groggily. Wanda nodded. "SHIT!" Wanda just shook her head and laughed as Rogue rushed to her closet. "What am Ah gonna wear? What am Ah gonna wear? Wanda, pick somethin' out, Ah gotta shower." Wanda just nodded, and Rogue took that as her cue to rush to the bathroom to shower.

Wanda looked in Rogue's closet. Something sexy... but not too trashy... She eventually decided on a black skirt, and a green and black lace corset/tanktop looking thing. Since Rogue's powers "weren't working", she found that okay to do. She then topped it off with combat boots.

"Whaddya think?" Wanda asked when Rogue returned from the shower. Rogue eyed the outfit laid out for her.

"Ah'm gonna look like a hooker."

"Well, maybe Warren likes hookers," Wanda said, trying to look on the bright side of life. "He's got enough money to have one every night of the week!"

"An' so does Xavier, but ya don' see him with hookers, now do ya?"

"But... Maybe... Maybe if you do see him with one, he just erases it from your mind so you think you didn't see anything but you really did?"

"Wanda," Rogue said as she buttoned up the shirt, it was the last thing she needed to put on. "This is mah date we're talkin' about."

"Who are we talking about now, ladies?" Warren asked, opening the sliding glass door from the balcony and peeking his head in.

"We were just talking about hookers," Wanda said as Rogue shot her a look. "Like Betsy... And Alison."

"Can't say I don't agree with you two about Ally," Warren said, sitting on Rogue's bed. "But Betsy's nice. She can be quite a bit of a bitch at times."

"That's what Ah've been tryin' ta tell everyone fer tha past two years!" Rogue said exasperated.

Warren smiled. "Well, Rogue, shall we?"

"We shall," Warren extended his hand and Rogue took it. She jumped on his back, causing Wanda to laugh. Warren then walked on to the balcony and jumped off, plummeting ten feet before gracefully arching back up.

"Don't worry about me!" Wanda laughed after them. "I'll find my own way out!"

"Nice place," Rogue said, eyeing the restaurant that Warren had taken her to. It was a rather posh reasturant that wasn't too crowded around the lunch hour.

"Yeah, one of Bayville's most exclusive reasturants." Warren said, as the maitre d' looked at him. "Worthington, for two." The maitre d' nodded.

"Very well, monsieur," He said, looking at the two pointedly. "We do not often haff such esteemed customers wiff common poulets, but I assume zhat we can make an exception." [1]

"Excuse me," Warren said, narrowing his eyes at the maitre d', "This is my girlfriend, not a hooker as you sugjested."

"Non non, monsieur, you miss understood moi, I said she was a chicken, which is quite a complement to us French."

"No, it's not," Rogue said pointedly.

"Now be a good man and show us our seats," Warren looked coldly at tme maitre' d'. He made no show to move, so Warren spoke again, "Or I'll sue."

"Oui oui monsieur," He quickly grabbed two menus and practically ran to show them their seats.

Apparently, he was very eager to apologize to Warren, or at least save him from being sued by the billionaire, and pulled out Rogue's chair for him. Or maybe it was restaurant policy. We may never know. Rogue nodded curtly as she sat down, and the man placed her napkin in her lap. Soon, he had jutted off again.

"Ah tol' Wanda Ah'd look like a hooker," Rogue said, looking at Warren.

"No, you look lovely," Warren said, opening his menu and looking over it. "Listen, Rogue, I was wondering, why exactly did you ask me out... I haven't know you to have any romantically interest in me beforehand, and it seemed only to come up after Betsy flirted with me."

"Well... Warren... This is kinda imbarassin'," Rogue confessed. "But... Ah like Remy. Ah mean, Ah really like Remy." [2]

"Go on," Warren smiled.

"An'... Ah was tired o' Betsy flauntin' everythin' she had an everythin' ah wanted, so Ah decided ta fight fire with fire, an' asked you out. An Ah'm also hopin' that Remy'll get jealous an' realize that bein' with Betsy was a mistake an' that he's missin' out."

"Ah, so you're using me as a tool to get Remy jealous?"

"Yes."

"Well... I know what you mean. I must confess... I rather like Betsy..."

"This is perfect then!" Rogue said happily.

"What?" Warren cocked an eyebrow at the girl.

"We could work tagethah! You can make Remy jealous, an' Ah can make Betsy jealous, an' then in the end, we both get what we want!"

"I don't think I've ever heard you this excited since... Never," Warren confessed.

"Are you with meh then?"

"Of course," Warren said, smiling. "Now, what are you going to have? The menu's in French, and I know you're fluent." [3]

"Ah'm gonna have tha," Rogue rattled something off in French. "It's chicken with a lemon sauce."

"Poulet con lemon?"

"Sounds rather kinky," Rogue said, earning a laugh from Warren and herself as well.

"Ready?" Rogue asked as she and Warren stepped lightly on to the front steps of the instituite.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

"Jus' ta warn ya', Ah haven't exactly had much practice..."

"That can be expected," Warren smiled.

"Now, are we sure that Remy an' Betsy are sittin' there?" Warren quickly looked through the window.

"Yep," he answered.

"Now... Ta put part A inta action," Rogue smiled up at Warren. He winked. "Wow, ya're makin' this so much easier," she said exasperatedly.

"I'm trying to make this easier."

"It's not workin'," Rogue said, smacking Warren lightly. "Let's do this!"

"Right-o," Warren said, opening the door. As the door swung open, he said in a loud, convincing voice. "Thank you so much for being my date to lunch, Rogue."

"No problem, Warren," Rogue said, grinning.

Remy looked up from his magazine, almost lifting his arm off from around Betsy. STUPID STUPID STUPID! Remy's mind yelled at him. Let go of Betsy. You have to get rid of Betsy. She's bad for you. Very bad for you. You've even started reading Playboy for the articles since you started going out with her! And it was just last night that you were thinking about dumping Betsy for Rogue! Remy mentally bashed his head against a wall.

"Should we make plans to go out later?" Warren asked, draping his arm around Rogue's waist as they entered the foyer, giving Remy and Besty a better view.

"Sure," Rogue said winking.

"You've certainly turned out quite the gorgeous woman," Warren said.

"Grown up enough for... this?" Rogue asked, as she and Warren kissed. The kiss dragged on for a good thirty seconds, as both Betsy and Remy's jaws dropped.

"Very much so," Warren said, coming up for air. "Well, I've got to go, c'ya around sweet heart."

"Bye sugah!" Rogue called after him as she turned to Remy and Besty. "What?" She asked, noticing them staring at her. "Ah got a boyfriend... is that a shocker o' somthang?"

"Yeah, it is," Betsy said cruely. "Who'd want a Gothic whore like you?"[4]

"Gothic is a period in arts, sugah," Rogue said, looking pointedly at Besty. "An' Warren an' Ah are very happy."

"Good. I've heard he's... rather... small..." Betsy said, a faint grin growing on her lips.

"Listen," Rogue said, walking over to Betsy, ignoring Remy, that damn sexy Cajun with long, flowy brown hair, and red on black eyes that reminded her of Black Jack ice cream. [5] Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Rogue yelled at her mind. You're with Warren. Or, at least pretending to be. It was strange, her mind didn't think with a Southern accent. [6]

"Jus' because you've finally given up ya' skank act fer Remy doesn' mean Ah have ta find out things before tha second date. That's now how Ah go."

"Second date? Luv, you've never had a date before today." By now, Betsy had dropped Remy and had shashayed over to Remy.

Remy was giddy. The two girls in his life were about to have a cat fight. [7] Yay!

"As apposed ta' ya, who's gone there an' back again' enough times fer everyone in tha institute."

"Fuck off," Betsy daid.

"That tha bes' insult ya could come up with?" Rogue asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I just didn't want to waste the brain cells sinking to your level."

"Sink this," Rogue said, thrusting a fist into Betsy's gut.

"OOoooh!" Betsy yelled, doubling over. "You'll pay for that."

"Sure Ah will," Rogue said, rolling her eyes.

"Dearly," Betsy said, summoning to psy-knives and striking a ninjaish pose.

"Yeah, Ah've got some moves too," Rogue said, mocking Betsy. "Crouching Tiger," She moved again so she was lower to the floor. "Hidden Dragon."

"Are you mocking me?"

"Are ya mockin' meh?" Rogue asked, grinning wickedly. "C'mon, Betsy luv, do ya worst."

"And more," Betsy grinned wickedly, launching herself at Rogue, summer saulting in mid-air before landing on her feet, her knives poised for attack. Rogue was quicker though, her foot met Betsy's chest, kicking her backwards. Rogue then spun around and raised her fists up.

Betsy jumped up and transformed the two blades to a broad sword.

"Do ya worst, evil doer," Rogue said, smiling.

"I'll do more than that."

"Can y' t' stop intimidatin' each other an' get t' de fightin'?" Remy asked annoyed from the sidelines.

"No problem, luv," Betsy said, blowing Remy a kiss.

Betsy lunged at Rogue , catching her cheek with the tip of the blade, slashing it. Rogue hadn't experienced pain for about a year.

"OW!" She yelled angrily. "That's it! Ya're goin' down!" The two soon became involved in an vicious sword fight versus a fire poker that Rogue had picked up.

"Who's winning?" Jamie asked, sitting down next to Remy.

"Donno. Rogue hasn't fought without powers fer a while, so I'd say it be even."

"Who are you routing for?"

"Donno." Remy said truthfully.

Eventually, Betsy had it so Rogue was winded, and bruised, and bleeding. She took the hilt of the blade and whacked Rogue on the head with it, knocking her unconscious. Betsy smiled triumphantly and disposed of it, walking over to Remy and kissing him on the cheek.

"Betsy, you're such a bitch sometimes," Remy said.

"And I second that!" Jamie proclaimed, smiling.

"Betsy, y're on probation. Come on Jamie, let's go bring Rogue t' 'er room," Remy beckoned Jamie to pick up Rogue's legs and together they carried her to her room.

"Damn!" Betsy said, frowning. "This wasn't supposed to happen!" She cursed angrily.

1.Poulet means chicken and hooker in French.

2.Bend It Like Beckham. Good movie. Go see it if you haven't book fact! Rogue's fluent in French.

4.May have mentioned this earlier, but that's what some guys at my school call me. I love them.

5.Kemps Black Jack Ice Cream! Blame Michael for making me think of that!

6.I know, I have a lot of these notes in this chapter. I can think with an accent, but do other people with accents think with an accent?

7.Sorry, This was a take off of a line in a play I was recently in. SHUTTING UP NOW!