"Ro? Come look at this quick!"

Rogue wiped her hands on the dishtowel she had slung over her shoulder and walked down into the den, where Storm lay sprawled out on the couch, law books everywhere. "What is it, baby?" she asked, pushing the hair back out of her baby sister's eyes. Rogue was still amazed that her little sister was in law school and the youngest in her class. She held back a grin as Storm pointed to the television screen.

"Isn't that the guy that was hitting on you at the Pink Flamingo the other night?"she asked, staring at the figure on TV. Rogue shoved her wire-framed glasses up farther on her nose and peered curiously at the TV. Sure enough, there was the good-looking blonde that had asked for her number just last week. Only when she'd seen him, his hair had been down and he'd been wearing jeans and a sweater. Now bright pink and silver tights encased his muscular legs, while a matching shirt hung open to reveal a washboard stomach. His hair had been pulled back into a ponytail and he looked completely edible.

"Oh my God, Storm," Rogue said as she sank onto the couch arm. "What are you watching?"

"WWE RAW," Storm replied as she looked up to see her sister staring blankly at the handsome man in the ring. "Rogue, you got hit on by a WWE superstar!" she laughed excitedly.

"Oh please, Storm! He was bored and making small talk. No one in their right mind would hit on me," Rogue scoffed, shaking her head and turning back to the TV. Storm frowned. Damn Andrew Blackwell! It was all his fault her sister was the way she was. She was actually a very attractive woman. Their native american heritage was more dominant in Rogue than any of their other siblings. Her olive skin and dark eyes were a throw back to their great-grandfather. Seemingly the only thing she inherited from their Irish great-grandmother were the red hints in her hair --- and her temper.

"Well, however you look at it, that's him." Storm adjusted her body against the couch and reached for one of her books. "And he looks even better half naked than he did in skin tight Levi's."

"Storm Breena McIntyre!" Rogue said laughing."You were checking him out!" Storm rolled her eyes

"No shit, sherlock. The man was FINE."

"Well, it doesn't matter," Rogue said, as she switched off the television and flipped on the stereo. Fozzy blared from the speakers and Rogue happily hummed along with "Big City Nights" as she went back into the kitchen to finish dinner. Storm was close on her heels.

"Do you think he'll call? she asked as she snatched a sweet potato that Rogue had been cutting up.

"Doubt it."

"Why?"

"C'mon, Storm. Let's just drop it."

"Why?"

Rogue sighed and turned to face her sister. "Because I don't want to get my hopes up and I don't want to be hurt again." Storm looked down at her older sister. She knew how much it had cost her to admit that she had been hurt and was scared of it happening again. She reached out, hugging Rogue.

"I love you."

"I love you too, pip-squeak. Now go finish up your work," she said, giving Storm a light pat on the bottom. "Dinner will be ready in fifteen."

Twenty minutes later as they sat down to eat, the phone rang. Storm pushed away from the table. "I'll get it. It's probably Isaac," she said, referring to her on again, off again boyfriend. Rogue simply nodded and continued filling their plates.

"McIntyre mortuary, you stab 'em, we slab 'em!"

Rogue rolled her eyes. For someone so smart, Storm sure acted immature sometimes. "Sure she's here. May I ask who's calling?" Storm arched an eyebrow in Rogue's direction, a trick she had picked up from the older sibling. "Oh! Okay! Hold on a sec...." Storm walked over and handed Rogue the phone. "It's that guy from the Pink Flamingo you said was really hot." she said loudly as Rogue frowned. There was only one person in the last two years she'd seen there that she'd thought attractive and surely he wouldn't........

"Hi. This is Rogue."

"Hello Rogue."

The deep sensual voice sent shivers up her spine. "Well, hello Chris." she forced herself to sound nonchalant.

"So you told your sister you think I'm hot?" She could almost hear the smile in his voice.

"Eh, I guess you're alright....for a wrestler."

Silence hung on the line.

"So you know who I am?"

"Oh yeah! You're Y2J, the Ayatollah of Rock and Rollah, the King of Bling-Bling, the First Ever Undisputed Champion, the Highlight of the Night", she said, repeating what Storm had been telling her as she had finished fixing dinner.

"Are you upset?" Chris asked, seemingly sincere.

"No. Why should I be? We only met once and that's your job." She heard him release a sigh of relief.

"Funny you should mention only meeting once...I was wondering, can I take you to dinner? We'll be in town for a week and I'd really like to see you again. Maybe tomorrow night?" his voice dropping seductively on the last line.

"I'd like that." Rogue said impulsively. Just go with it, she told herself. He WANTS to see you again!

"Great! Just give me your address and I"ll pick you up around, say...7?" Rogue recited her address and directions to Chris, making sure he read them back to her.

"Oh and Chris?, " Rogue asked as their conversation came to an end, "Can you do me one little favor?"

"Anything," Chris said slyly, his mind in the gutter. Rogue grinned.

"Leave the pink and silver tights at home, will ya?"