Disclaimer: I do not own the Xmen….. I would be so freaking rich.. Do I look rich to you?? Huh Huh?? Huh?? I don't hear any answers!… Oh and I don't own the songs either… :p

More reviews!! YAY!! Thanks to: Rogue4787 , Ishandahalf, Btch and Floods-Evo for those lovely reviews!! Why I do believe that you people shall enjoy my lovely Jean Bashing Techniques when the dear Games of Jove shall begin. Aaah. . Let us see, the Master a.k.a. Julius Romanus, is one of my one of my own lovely creations. Gotta love my creative wittle mind. And to answer your tantalizing question Rogue4787: I like Storm..to a point. Sometimes her "Look at me, I'm a goddess" act gets way too overrated. Also another factor is.. I don't quite know how to fit her in.. I f you have any ideas on how to stick her into the story then I shall do some lovely Storm Bashing as well.

And have you noticed, Ororo and Remy are waaay to close? Sure they were friends to begin with but they are too close for comfort. Well for my own sanity anyways… It kinda makes me want to scream: "Get away from my man you stupid African whore!!" but then I regain my diginity..

Oh yeah before I forget. . . . I don't know how to speak German so could anyone enlighten me on saying these certain words: shut the hell up. ~this shall be directed towards Scott~

Recap: It all starts out with our favorite blue fuzzy elf and Scott being stuck in Trask's work camp. Kurt is kind of losing his mind being stuck in the same room as Scott because he has begun to count the cockroaches that scurry their way across the floor. Then Mystique magically shows up and claims that she is too rescue them. (Well probably just Kurt). Scene switches over to Essex and Julius having a lovely conversation about the pairings for the games of Jove. Now we shall continue with the story. *hint . . . Hint*

I shall make more beautiful fight pairings and most likely have the fight with Jean Grey and Aspen in this lovely Chapter. But that is a BIG maybe..

Do not worry my loyal fans, I shall somehow Romy this story up.. . . Somehow.

Chapter 25: Speak of the Devil

" Number one rule of my fight club:

Beat the shit out of everybody."

~RoguesHeart~

( This takes place during the time Rogue visits with the fake Remy)

" Guess what mate!"

Remy stared at John inquisitively. He had finally been let out of the dungeon and was currently placed in a huge empty white room with Wanda, John, Henri, and Mercy. The hours before hand Remy sat staring at the dungeon wall, bored to tears. But suddenly the man who called himself Cadmus, had came into the room and dragged him into this room . Not that he complained, anything was better than sitting in a cold dungeon cell.

" What, John?"

John's eyes were lit with excitement.

" It seems that we're going to be competing in a bit of a contest."

" A contest?"

Wanda nodded at him while Merci and Henri stared at the two with confusion.

" I believe that Cadmus said that it was called the Games of Jove."

" What de hell are de Games of Jove?"

John shook his head.

" We don't exactly know mate, de bloke just said we had to compete in it."

Remy scratched his handsome chin as he began to think. Henri glanced at his brother inquisitively.

" What de hell be goin' on Remy?"

Remy smiled at his confused brother.

" It be a long and complicated story mon frere, and Remy doesn't even know de whole bit."

" Merde, and I t'ought y' might know."

" Nope, Je suis desole."

Merci shifted in her chair and stared at the others.

" What do y' t'ink dat we should do den?"

John shot a glance back at Mercy.

" About what Sheila?"

Merci sighed exasperatedly.

" About how we must fight in dis game.."

John shrugged nonchalantly.

" Guess we should just fight."

Before Mercy could answer a loud clicking noise resonated from the chamber door. Turning their heads, the saw a tall gentleman waltz into the room. His auburn hair was pulled back into what seemed to be a messy low ponytail. A couple of the white strands of hair fell passively across his face. His emerald eyes glistened fiercely as he glared at the guard who had the nerve to push him.

" Hey watch where ya be puttin' y' hands homme."

The guard merely grunted and slammed the door behind him. Spike snarled and turned his attention back to the group of onlookers. Remy smirked slightly as he walked over to greet Spike.

" Bonjour mon ami."

Spike's eyes widened slightly. Then narrowed immediately.

" What de hell?"

Remy stared at Spike, eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

" What?"

" Y' not supposed ta be here."

Still confused, Remy responded.

" Why isn't Remy not supposed t' be here?"

" Because ya supposed t' be back dere wit mah sister."

Remy's eyes widened.

" Rogue?, where is she?"

" Where y' supposed to be."

" De dungeon?"

" Oui."

Remy stood before Spike, who was beginning to look infuriated.

" If y' here den who is mah sister wit'?"

" Remy assures y' Spike, Remy does not know."

Spike began to clench and unclench his fist.

" Dat bastard tricked us!"

" Who?"

Spike started to pace the room, eyes flaring dangerously. Henri, Mercy,Wanda, and John stared on in confusion.

" He knew dat we were planning an escape…"

" Huh, what y' be talkin' 'bout?"

" Now he's makin' us fight in de damn games.."

John snapped his head up.

" Don't know who you are mate, but it seems that y' know about the Games."

Spike glanced at John, gaze softening.

" Who are y'?"

" Could be askin' you the same thing, mate."

Remy turned and introduced the two.

" Dis here be St. John Allerdyce.."

John shot Remy a death glare.

" You can just call me John, St.John be my old man's name."

" Okay John, m' name be Spike."

" That's cool, anyways mate, do y' know something that we don't know?"

Spike sighed lightly but cracked a smile.

" I be knowin' more den I really want t' know."

John whipped around and threw his hands into the air dramatically.

" Then why don't you tell us something mate?!"

Spike his head in disagreement.

" Believe me, y' would be better off not knowing."

John frowned slightly.

" No, I would like to know."

" No y' don't."

" I think I bloody know what I want, mate!"

Wanda rolled her eyes and began rummaging through her pockets. After finding a small box of matches, she chucked it at John.

" Here John, amuse yourself."

John caught the matches and stared upon Wanda as if she was an angel that had just fallen from heaven. Smacking the match against the side of the box, he watched as a small flicker of flame erupted from the rim.

" Oh what a beautiful Shiela you are…pretty little Sheila…"

Henri, who was standing next to John, began to wave his hand in front of his face. But the man wouldn't snap out of his fire induced reverie.

" Hey homme, are you in dere?"

Mercy took one look at the insane Australian and back at Wanda, who seemed to sorely regret giving John the matches.

" Umm..I be t'inking dat it be a real bad idea givin' him sumthin flammable like dat.."

Wanda shook her head sadly.

" I know, I just wanted him to shut up."

John continued to watch his little flame dance. Then he began to deftly rock his precious little flame back in forth in his arms which he had turned into a small little puppy.

" Oh such a nice Sheila you are…we can rule the world together…sooo pretty…."

Henri finally gave up and turned his attention back to Remy, who was currently conversing with Spike.

" What be so bad about dese games, mon ami?"

Spike scratched his chin, which had a small bit of stubble across it. He still hadn't had a chance to shave. Well he was currently residing in a prison cell..

" De Games of Jove are always fought t' de death."

" To de death?"

" Oui..De Head of de T.M.A. is a sick mut'er fucker. He likes t' watch his little toys suffer."

Remy's eyes glowed furiously as he tried to concentrate on a plan. Spike noticed and shook his head.

" Dere is absolutely no way t' escape dis place."

Frowning, Remy turned to retort.

" If dere is now way t' escape, den how were y' and Rogue gon' do it?"

" It's too late now, Sinister already knows."

" Knows what?"

Spike avoided Remy's hard glare.

" It's on a need t' know basis."

" So?"

" So, y' don't need t' know."

Remy's eyes began to glowed even more fiercely.

" What do y' mean, Spike?"

Spike held up his hand in mock surrender.

" No offense Remy, it's a family thing."

Remy sighed in defeat. He of all people understood the meaning of family secrets. After all he was the Prince of Thieves.

" Fine Spike, but if anyt'ing be happenin' t' Rogue den y' have t' tell Remy."

Spike shook his head in agreement.

" Dat be reasonable enough."

A knock on the door alerted Spike to the guards waiting outside. Turning back to the others, Spike's gaze held onto a dejected state.

" Mah time seems to be up."

Remy nodded in understanding.

" We be seein' y' later den."

" Oui.."

With an almost brotherly embrace, Remy and Spike parted ways. Spike turned his attention back to the others who were attempting to pull John away from the matches.

" See y' later.."

" WE SHALL RULE THE WORLD!!!! JUST YOU AND ME MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE SHEILA!! WE ARE UNSTOPPABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Henri waved at Spike happily while Wanda simply smirked. Mercy was too busy dodging the giant dancing unicorn flame to say anything. But Spike knew she meant to say goodbye.

The knocking on the door became more violent as Spike turned back to go out.

" Alright already, don't get y' spiked metal t'ongs in a twist."

The guards hastily opened the door and escorted him out of the room. Ignoring the maniacal laughter of the Australian inside the room, they began to head back to Rogue and Spike's dungeon.

" LET US CONQUER THIS EARTHLY REALM!!"

" GIVE US THE MATCHES JOHN!!"

Turning, all of the guards and Spike listened momentarily to the argument. Then a hysterical scream erupted through the hallways.

" AAIIYEEEH…YOU GUYS ARE BLOODY MURDERS!!"

" BACK AWAY FROM THE FLAME PYRO!!"

" NOT MY BABY!!…NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!….."

Shaking their heads, they all headed out to the dungeon rooms.

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When Spike walked into the dungeon room, he found Rogue brooding in the corner. Rushing over to her, Spike gazed worriedly upon her.

" Mon Souer, what be de matter?" (a/n: I don't think I spelled that right)

Rogue looked up at Spike with the most devastated look ever. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears.

" He hates me.." she choked out sorrowfully.

Spike spoke gently to her.

" Who hates y' Chere?"

Rogue seemed to slump even deeper into the corner.

" Remy."

Spike smiled lightly and Rogue noticed.

" What are ya smiling at?, are ya glad that ah'm hurting?!" she snapped fiercely.

Spike remained smiling.

" Non, I be smiling' because dat wasn't Remy y' saw."

" Of course it was him.."

" Non it wasn't."

" Yes it was."

" Non, he was a fake."

" What?"

Spike sat down next to her and began to explain what had happened when they split up. By the end of the story, Rogue was thoroughly infuriated.

" That damn bastard!!"

" Calm down Roguey."

Rogue glared at Spike.

" Why?"

Spike smirked evilly.

" Cuz we goin' to give him what they want."

Rogue glanced at Spike with a confused expression on his face.

" What do y' mean?"

" He wants us t' fight in his damn game, we'll fight and we'll win."

Rogue smirked.

" We may have lost last time but this year we gon' finish it."

" Exactly."

Suddenly the dungeon door swung open, revealing a tall silver haired man.

" Cadmus?"

Cadmus glanced at Rogue and smiled slightly. Then his facial expression turned hard and serious.

" I have come here to take you, under the request of the Master, to see the first round

Of the Games of Jove. "

Rogue and Spike exchanged glances.

" The first round?"

Cadmus nodded and gestured for them to follow him. As they walked down the hallway Cadmus directed them to an enclosed room. In the room was a pair of freshly cleaned uniforms.

" The Master wishes for you to look your best as you will be joining the others in the viewing."

Rogue nodded but Spike looked skeptical.

" Don't we need t' take showers or sumthin?"

Cadmus smirked. Then he walked over to the side wall and punched a code into the wirebox. Almost instantly, the wall slid back revealing what looked to be another room. Opening the door, it exposed what seemed to be a sink, shower, and restroom facility. (in other words toilet/wash closet)

" You two shall be fresh as a mountain's breeze by the time you finish."

Rogue stared at Cadmus.

" Ah am not takin' a shower with mah brother."

Spike's eyes widened and looked aghast.

" Woah man!!… we do NOT flow dat way!!"

Cadmus rubbed his forehead exasperatedly.

" I didn't mean it that way."

Rogue stared at Cadmus suspiciously.

" Raaaaghhhttt…"

Cadmus through his hands into the air and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Rogue and Spike glanced at each other and back at the bathrooms again.

" Ah'm going t' take a shower first."

" Non, I be takin' one first."

" We are goin' t' have t' resolve dis like adults."

" Oui…rocks, paper, scissors."

Rogue and Spike turned to face each other and balled their fists. On the count of three they began.

" ROCK PAPER SCISSORS!.."

Rogue had chosen paper while her brother had stuck with rock.

" Yes!!, Paper beats Rock!!"

With that, Rogue grabbed her uniform and ran into the bathroom. Slamming the door behind her. Spike flopped on to the floor dejectedly.

" Damn, why do I always be choosin' rock?"

After a few moments, Rogue emerged from the bathroom. Her hair was still a little wet but the portions that were dry began to curl. Fully dressed in the T.M.A. uniform, she began to search the room for gloves.

Spike left the room to go take a shower as well. The time he was gone, Rogue spent combing out the knots in her hair and fixing it that it would least not be so fluffy. By the time Spike emerged, Rogue had succeeded in making herself amicable. When both agreed that they were ready, Spike walked up to the door.

" Hey homme, we be ready."

The door swung open, revealing a smirking Cadmus. He took one passing glance over the two and his grin grew wider.

" Now that's more like it."

Rogue stuck her tongue out childishly.

" Ya know y' want this."

Cadmus rolled his eyes sarcastically.

" Oh yeah, I want that..c'mon we have a fight to get to."

After a small moment, they arrived at a colosseum-like room. The voluptuous roar of crowds chanting echoed throughout the entire room. Spike winced slightly as they had to walk through the portion of high pitched screamers. At last they finally reached their destination where the others were sitting. The colosseum seating had been arranged specifically through rank and fighters. They were currently on the fighters side and closest to the floor. But there was a small wall which prevented them from getting to close to the action that was to ensue.

Rogue walked closely besides Spike. Leaning in, she gestured for him to open a telepathic connection.

Spike, do you know who is fighting?

Non, why?

Do ya think Remy has to?

I be not sure, but most likely

Rogue sighed telepathically.

He does know it's a fight to the death right?!

Yes, I told him dat.

Hopefully that'll help him.

The telepathic conversation broke as they took their seats. Spike sat in the middle between Rogue and Cadmus. It was a short while before Rogue heard someone call out her name.

" Rogue, Chere is dat y'?"

Turning slightly, Rogue saw Remy and the others walking towards them with an escort of guards. Rogue smiled lightly, still unsure of what to say .

Remy noticed the uncertainty in her eyes. But before he could say anything, Henri intercepted him by swooping Rogue into a gigantic bear hug.

" Roguey!!!"

Struggling for breath, Rogue managed to smile at Henri's cheerfulness.

" Hey Henri..err..could ya put me down?.."

Henri realized what he was doing and smirked. Carefully setting her down he moved to the side to allow for Remy to sit down next to her.

Remy's gaze never left hers as he sat down. Her eyes glistened with such a hidden apprehension that Remy wished to take her into his arms and drive it away with tender kisses. Yet he merely placed his hand onto hers in an attempt to comfort her. A small moment of silence passed between them before they even spoke.

The sound of John's sobbing broke their concentration causing for them to look over at him. He sat next to Wanda, who was trying every threat in her power.

" You killed her you…you…Sheila-Hater!!"

Wanda rolled her eyes and looked away. Catching sight with Rogue, she smiled apologetically. Rogue nodded sweetly to the fellow Goth before looking back at Remy.

He was smirking cockily down at her, red eyes glowing lightly. He leaned in quickly and planted a kiss on her cheek then squeezed her hand.

" Remy understands dat y' supposedly went t' see Remy today."

Rogue nodded deftly, not even thinking. It felt as if she was being drawn into those hypnotic eyes of his. He looked so ruggedly handsome with his auburn strands of hair falling lazily across his face and the rustic stubble around his chin.

Knowing that she was admiring him, Remy's grin grew cockier.

" Like what y' see Chere?"

The minute Rogue noticed that Remy knew she was staring, she began to feel the heat of blush rise into her cheeks. Chuckling at her embarassment, he wrapped an arm across her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. She looked so cute when she blushed.

Rogue on the other hand began to feel angry for exposing her humiliation to Remy. She stiffened in his arms and turned to face him.

" Yeah, Ah went ta see ya today and ah met a rather crude version of you."

Remy cocked an eyebrow.

" Remy has never been crude."

" Really, now."

Remy shook his head defiantly and placed a hand over his heart.

" Remy swears it, he would never be rude to such a tres belle femme."

Rogue smiled at Remy. Though her eyes still held a sadness.

" What he said to me really hurt Rems…"

Remy squeezed her shoulders and pulled her close to his heart. Then he gently stroked the side of her porcelain colored face. His heart tugging as he could sense the inner struggle that was going on inside her.

" Believe me when I say this Rogue, I would never hurt you."

" Ah know but…"

Remy placed a finger over her mouth, hushing her.

" Non Rogue, I would never hurt y'."

" Promise?"

" I promise, mon ange."

With that, Remy leaned in and placed upon her such a passionate kiss that if she was standing, her legs would cave in underneath. After a small moment, they broke the embrace only to find half of the fighter's population staring down at them (a/n: believe me, that's a lot of horny men) . Rogue hid from embarassment in Remy's trench coat, while Remy grinned cockily at the sneering men above them. Turning to his right, Remy could see a glaring Cadmus and a smirking Spike. Turning to his left, he could see Henri wooing his own wife and John in another attempt to make a flame with the now drenched match. Wanda was poised over him ready to smack, if provoked. The guards were doing their best to keep an eye on all the "prisoners" while trying to keep a special lookout for the pyromaniac Australian with fire commitment issues.

A loud trumpeting noise caught everyone's attentions as it erupted through out the huge colosseum-like room.(a/n: think Super Bowl Stadium kind of big**I suck at detail)

Looking up, Remy could see a heavily cloaked man lean forward in his satin throne seat. He seemed to have whispered to the man seated next to him. Remy recognized him as the man that had captured them back at the park, he believed Rogue and Spike called him Essex.

The crowds watched as Essex stood up from his seat and turned to address them. He wore a richly black suit which withheld a sort of business flare to it.

" I would first and foremost would like to welcome everyone who was privileged enough to be able to see our legendary Games of Jove."

The audience began to jeer and cry out in joy. Waiting for them to calm, Essex began to speak again.

" Our Master has brought to us, rare and talented fighters from all over the world to fight

In this gladiator tournament. The winner shall be graced with the opportunity and privilage

To spar with the Master and to be able to have his identity revealed."

The audience hushed in admirable silence. For to meet the Master and to have the honor to speak and know his name would be like a grace from the gods themselves.

" Today we shall bring you our first contestants. They are both specially trained in their specific skills of expertise. We bring to you in the right corner, one of our own: Aspen Rise!"

Everyone turned their heads to see a tall man with blond hair walk out of the right chamber of the colosseum. He was garbed in the traditional T.M.A. uniform but with what looked like adamantium armor around the breast plate. On his belt were daggers made of similar steel and gleamed with intensity under the harsh neon lighting of the room. His ocean blue eyes flickered dangerously and his demeanor had changed since they had seen him last. He looked more deadly and prone to kill on sight. Cheers for the man who came from the syndicate rang loud throughout the stadium.

" And in the left corner is the irrefutable Jean Grey."

Out of the left chamber stumbled a very disoriented Jean Grey. Her usually perfect demeanor was shifted and her green eye glistened wildly. She still wore her Xman uniform, which was tore at some places. Her once gorgeously long red hair was cut short and rested slightly above her shoulders. In her hands she held a small silver dagger, which she grasped tightly.

Rogue squeezed both Spike's and Remy's hands. Remy nodded knowingly at her, he had remembered the girl from Magneto's files. Apparently she was a strong telepath who was destined to take the place of Xavier when he perished. From what he had seen of her in the past, Remy thought of her as a prissy ass bitch who liked to stick her nose into other people's business merely to make herself look good. She had always pried herself into Rogue's life and felt it upon herself to give her unneeded advice. But nothing she could've done meant that she deserved this. Even Remy understood the rules of the Game of Jove and he was sort of an outsider. She was going to die.

Essex raised his hand into the air and waved it dramatically.

" Ready….FIGHT!!"

Immediately the chamber doors slammed close sealing off any escape Jean could've made. Turning her attention to the blond man across from her, she saw him lunging violently. Jumping to the right, Jean managed to avoid getting cut down by his adamantium dagger.

" Please don't…"

The man ignored her pleas and continued to dive at her. Jean just couldn't understand why she was unable to pull up her telekinetic fields. The man who was attempting to lop her head off was surprisingly fast and agile. She didn't know how long she would be able to avoid getting struck down.

Dun…Dun. . . .DUNNN. . . Yeah, now that is what I call a cliffhanger. Up until now I have been fair. Oh so fair.. And I shall continue to be until I feel being maniacal.

Anyhoo: Before I write the next chapter, I need for you: the audience, to give me an answer to my question for if I don't get it I won't write this story. . .

Should I have Aspen kill Jean Grey?

Yes or No

Should I have Aspen just seriously injure Jean Grey and just keep her alive long enough to die a long and painful death, filled with nightmares and seizures?

Yes or No

Do not worry. . There shall be oh so much more Romyness later..

If you have any questions or suggestions, just put them in your reviews or email me directly. I'll answer cuz I have nothing else to do.

~RoguesHeart~