(An: Well, here it is, the last chapter. -sniffs- I can't promise the sequel will be out in a timely fashion; I need to work on my "different breed of songfic" series and "curiouser and curioser." Finally, the fluff you've all been waiting for! Ok, it's not that much. So sue me. There'll be more in the sequel.

EmeraldKatsEye: -edges away- Never had that happen before. Ewwwww!!!!! I hate Gambit slash! It's so WRONG!!! And yes, this is my most fun story to date. -wink-

Eileen Blazer: Yeah, I kind of imagined it and the picture I had in my head was pretty creepy. What section is this "Top Hat" under? I need to know this!

ME: Yes I love cookies. -nods- Amen sister! (or maybe brother, me isn't really gender-specific)

Ayame Ito: -le gasp- A flame! How rude! Now then, business. I understand that Rogue is "snippy" (snippy?) but she's helping him so she's holding off. And she's not even aware that she's playing, tyvm. And Remy was freaked out. I ask you this: Would you act normal and charming if a creepy bleach-blond was after your soul?! Well, maybe not your soul, but your life, anyway? Now where did I put Pyro...

Anee: A giggle-snort! What fun!

HH: Speaking of ETA... could you bug her to update? I'd do it myself but I don't have her email anymore. -shakes head-

SOC: Indeed. Very creepy. -nods-

A FEW HOURS LATER

Remy was dancing around singing "We can leave!" over and over again.

Kurt and Kitty were watching him while waiting for Rogue to finish packing.

He stopped short when Rogue came out. She stared at him, eyebrow raised. "Eh heh heh, yeah," said Remy, rubbing the back of his neck.

Rogue rolled her eyes.

"Let's go!" shouted Kurt and Remy in unison.

"Boys," muttered Kitty and Rogue also in unison.

"We have got to stop doing that," said all of them in unison.

"Man, that's creepy," muttered Kurt.

"Ya can say that again," said Rogue, patting him on the shoulder.

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, AT THE AIRPORT

"Well, we have a half-hour to wait," said Kurt, holding up the tickets. "Come on, Katzchen." The group headed outside, to a small park near the airport.

Remy tugged on Rogue's arm. "Hey, Rogue, could I talk to you for a second?"

"Ya already are," said Rogue, flipping through a magazine.

"Alone?"

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Whatevah," she muttered.

He led her off a distance to a wall.

He didn't speak for a moment, so Rogue did. "Ok, swamp rat, Ah want an explanation. Yah've been actin' reallah weird lately. Ya haven't flirted with me in ages (not that Ah mind) and it's really startin' ta creep me out." She poked him in the chest.

Remy blinked, and then shook his head. He gingerly pried Rogue's finger from his chest. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then began to ramble. "Ok, well it's just dat t'ings in general have been weird lately and 'm really confused and 'm not really sure but I t'ink dat maybe I might be in love wit' y-"

Rogue put a finger over his lips, ending his babbling. "And probably ya should have said that ta begin with," she said softly.

Remy nodded mutely.

Meanwhile, two girls sitting down the wall began to giggle quietly.

"Ah, curl up and die!" shouted Remy at them.

One smacked the other one on the arm. "Hey, chaton, you owe m' five bucks," she said, before walking off with her friend.

Remy looked apalled.

Rogue looked like she was desperately trying not to laugh. "Who were they?" she asked, when she could speak without snickering.

"Two young acquaintences of mine who I need to kill. Remind m' o dat, hmm? De nerve, bettin' on m' love life."

Rogue gave up and leaned against Remy, laughing her lungs out.

Remy looked at her sadly. "Etu, chere?"

Rogue nodded, and when she could speak again, "Oui."

Kurt came over, shaking his head at the still laughing Rogue. "No respect, not even from your girlfriend. That's pretty pathetic, meine fruend."

Remy shrugged. "Hey, at least she's my girlfriend, oui? What do y' want, anyway?"

"The plane leaves in ten minutes. Just wanted to tell you guys that." He walked off.

Rogue sobered enough to speak. She looked up at Remy. "Hey, um, Remy, does it bother ya that Ah can't, um, touch ya or anythin'?"

Remy grinned at her. "Non. We can work around dat!" He stuck his finger in the air.

"How?"

Remy's grin widened. "I was hopin' y'd ask dat. Like dis." He flipped her mesh top over her lips and kissed her through it. Both looked rather stunned when they broke off. "...Damn, chere, for someone who's never kissed before, you're good at it."

Rogue was holding the edge of her top, looking at the mark her lipstick had left on it. "Why didn't Ah think of that?" she asked, sounding dazed.

"Because, chere, when it comes to cons, y' may be a woman after m' own heart, but when it comes to matters of l'amour," he put on his most tragic lover's expression, "y' are sadly lacking."

TWENTY MINUTES LATER, THE PLANE

"So you two are, like, an item now?" asked Kitty, tapping Remy's shoulder.

Remy didn't answer. He was looking quite green.

"Ah suppose ya could say that," said Rogue, looking over at Remy and shaking her head.

Kitty turned to Kurt. "You, like, owe me five dollars."

"I know, I know," muttered Kurt.

"What is it with people and bettin' on m' love life?!" shouted Remy, and then looked like he regretted speaking.

The three other members of the X-men offered him their barf bags.

"Decisions, decisions, eh, Remy?" asked Kurt.

Remy glared at him.

"And it's just because your love life is so much more, like, interesting then ours," said Kitty, nodding.

Remy strangled the air, and then grabbed the offered bag.

Rogue sighed and muttered something like, "Ah think Ah'm goin' ta regret this."

BACK AT THE LEBEAU MANSION

Marius and Jean-Luc were staring at the pile of paperwork. "Jus' a few more minutes o' mental preparation," said Jean-Luc.

Marius nodded.

ONE HOUR LATER

"Any second now," said Marius.

TWO HOURS LATER

"We're gettin' t' de paperwork," said Jean-Luc.

"Can y' move it along?" asked Henri. "'M all out of time cards."

"Non!" shouted Marius and Jean-Luc in unison.

AT THE XAVIER MANSION

Remy was grinning. "It's over! IT'S OVER!" he yelled, walking up to his room.

"He's in an unusually good mood," observed Ororo.

"So is Stripes," said Logan.

"Five bucks says they're dating," said Ororo.

"You're on," replied Logan, with a grin.

"And it's back to the normal order of things, eh, Katzchen?" said Kurt.

"Yep, fuzzy, all's as it, like, should be," replied Kitty.

Rogue and Remy were lying on Remy's bed. Remy sneezed, and he brushed against Rogue's face. Remy slid off the bed, dragging Rogue down with him.

"Merde," said Rogue, rubbing her head. "Ah mean crap! Man, Ah'm sick of talkin' like y'!"

"We need t' stop meetin' like dis, eh, chere?" said Remy.

"If it's happenin' so often we can refer t' it in dat manner, den oui, we do. CRAP!"

"Yep," said Kitty, hearing Rogue's shout. "Everything's, like, normal." She went back to macking with Kurt while hanging from the ceiling.

(So that's that. The sequel will be called "Shall we Touch?" unless someone can think of a better -coughcough-TITLE SUGGESTION-cough- for it. But I'm not asking for anything, except the customary review!)