A/N: I have nothing to say.

-fudje: Those were just examples, dork! And, how come we're bastards? Cuz we didn't say what Remy said to Rogue to have her call him an idiot? Well, what do you think he said, huh?

-Ish: I just tried to think of something completely out there and irrelevant for her to say. Glad you approve.

DISCLAIMER---disclaimed

New Year's Day was bright and clear, with the sun glittering on the remaining snow from the storm that had hit the area the week before. Not a one of the students was up before noon, and even then, Kitty was not the peppy bundle of joy she normally was. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her skin was too pale. None of the others who awoke periodically throughout the early afternoon looked much better. They were all way hung over, and a most of them were as grouchy as Satan with indigestion.

Much coffee was made that New Year's morning. Even Jamie tried coffee. He didn't like it, so he went for the next best caffeinated beverage (also, the only other caffeinated beverage he could find)—a root beer. In the end, however, that only made him toss chunks in the kitchen sink. Tabby went to take care of him. Why Tabby, you ask? She felt sorry for the poor thing, and she was the only female in the room at the moment who had a good deal of experience dealing with a hang over.

At 3:00, Ororo and the other adults called the students together in the Rec. Room. The den mother had found a beer can sticking out from under one of the couches, and everyone was in soooo much trouble. The students were assembled, and the teachers did a head count. There were still two missing.

"Where are Rogue and Remy?" Storm demanded, hands on hips and not too pleased that her rant was going to have to be stalled.

"Ummmm," Kitty said, her brows creased in thought as she tried to remember where they'd gone the night before. "They started off in my room…and then they left."

"They started talkin' 'bout sex, an' then they left," Sam supplied.

"Oh, dear," Dr. McCoy groaned, remembering what he'd overheard in the hall. "His room. They're in his room."

Even half sick and avoiding direct light, the students managed to enjoy that juicy little tidbit of gossip. Logan let loose a string of curses that would have made him the undisputed cussing champ in any country. After the initial shock, everyone who could make it, headed for the stairs. Professor Xavier rolled to the elevator in a slightly more dignified fashion.

"Look on the bright side," Lgoan growled, skipping stairs as he charged upward. "She might'a killed him for us."

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Remy heard what sounded like herd of bison on the stairs. He didn't want to deal with it, though; his head was killing him. Since he refused to get up, instead he snuggled his head deeper into his pillow and tried to get back to blessed sleep.

His pillow groaned.

Pillows doan groan…he thought.

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Rogue heard thunder in the hallway. Except, the hallway was on the wrong side of her. She didn't feel like thinking about it just now. She was about to drift back into unconsciousness when her blanket started to snuggle into her protesting stomach, which made her groan in pain.

But blankets don' snuggled, she thought, and cracked here eyelids just a little so that she could look down……straight into the coolest damn things she'd ever seen: Remy's eyes.

A flash of alarm went through her, stiffening her muscles, and she checked the rest of their bodies. Still fully clothed, she noted with relief, she saw that Remy's hand was curled up on her hip, his head on her stomach, and she was laying in his bed.

That was also what Logan and the rest of the Institute saw when the Canadian flung open Remy's bedroom door. Logan stopped and slid his claws out. Storm looked very disappointed, and about to issue both of them years and years worth of chores. The interested faces behind them were just too shocked to do anything but stare for a minute.

Remy had moved his head, without lifting it from her stomach, too look at the intruders, but Rogue's stomach still hadn't recovered from the first time, and her insides were not happy with the punishment they were going through.

"Ah'm gonna be sick!" Rogue announced, pushing Remy off of her, and then rushed to the—thankfully—adjoined bathroom through the door at the other side of Remy's bedroom, and slammed it shut behind her. (A/N: That's right. Remy has his own bathroom. He doesn't? Well, he does now!)

"Good mornin' t' you too, cherie," he mumbled, and crawled up into a kneeling position on his bed.

"You'd better have a very good excuse for this one, Remy," Storm warned him. "I am only just managing to hold Logan back from gutting you."

"Looks like it's gonna get rough, folks," Ray said. "I don't know about you, but I'm not sticking around to get hit with flying hacked-off body parts."

The other students seemed to agree, so the crowd outside the door dispersed, leaving only the two teachers to glare in at Remy. Hank had even decided that two teachers, both of whom were on a rampage, were more than enough to take care of the malefactors. Xavier had never even bothered to show up.

"Um…" Remy needed a minute to think. "Would y' believe we fell asleep talkin' t' each other?"

Logan shook his head and Ororo tapped her foot.

Remy shrugged. "Well, it's de truth, so I doan know what t' tell ya."

Logan growled and started to make his way into the room, silently letting Remy know he needed a better excuse. Remy spared a moment to marvel at the unfairness of it all. He'd actually been telling the truth this time, and he was getting growled at. He should have just stuck with a lie. After his moment, Remy thought fast.

"I swear, mon ami, we were jus' talkin'—'bout how stupid Kurt 'n' Bobby are f' takin' y' liquer." He hid a grimace and hoped that no one noticed that little hesitation.

Logan stopped advancing. This time when he growled it was directed somewhere over Remy's head. He turned and stalked out of the room to go find and "talk" to Kurt and Bobby. This left just Ororo to handle the hormonal Cajun, and all she could do was stand and watch as her double-team attack died. By that point, she had lost hope for the day and turned back to Remy with greatly fizzled enthusiasm for doling out punishment.

They stared at each other for a little bit before Remy started to hope that she would either A) take pity on his hang over, or B) figure that he was just hopeless and let him go forward on his path to Hell, uninhibited. He started to give her his best "mischievous little boy" grin. She hardened her glare until he stopped and carefully laid back down on the bed, this time lying on his back.

Ororo sighed and put her hands on her hips. "I know that you are used to having the women that you want, but please, not the Institute girls. Outside these walls, it's your life. However, getting involved with Rogue, or with any of the girls here, is not something I recommend."

"Did ya give dis lecture t' Scott when he started datin' Jean?" Remy asked, and crossed his arms over his chest, sending 'Ro a glare to match her own earlier one.

"No, I did not," she said. "I did not have to."

Ororo turned to leave the room, but stopped in the doorway. She turned to look over her shoulder at the young man scowling on his bed. "Know that I say this because I have no desire to see Logan gut you, more than from a feeling of distrust. In my opinion, you have always made it quite clear that your…attention to Rogue is different, more than what you give to the other girls when you flirt with them."

With that, Ms. Munroe walked out, closing the door behind her, and left Remy to mull over those parting words.

In a few moments, Remy heard the sound of the toilet flushing, and then the sound of water running in the sink, and what he thought was probably Rogue spitting out the water she'd used to rinse the taste of puke out of her mouth. A moment later, Rogue opened the bathroom door and walked out, carefully placing her feet, as if even that had to be done so that the vibration of putting her foot on the floor didn't cause her to crumble into little pieces. She avoided the balcony windows and tried to use her hand to hide from the sunlight.

"Mmmmmgh," Rogue rumbled in complaint. After she took a minute to look around, her eye brows creased together in confusion. "Where'd 'Ro an' Logan go?" she asked, her voice rusty.

"T' interrogate yo brothuh 'n' Bobby."

"Why?" Rogue asked, holding her head in her hands as she sank down in what was quickly becoming—at least to her mind—her chair.

"I decided t' frame 'em fo' our breakin' an' entering."

"What!?" she exclaimed. Her own shouting startled her and made her headache worse. "Mmmnn. Ah'm gonna hafta kick ya ass, ain' Ah?"

Remy sighed dramatically. "We went from cuddlin' t ass-kickin' in 10 minutes. Dat's a record, even f' me. I could kill Logan f'r interuptin'."

"As if anythin' was gonna happen, anyway," she countered.

Remy made the decision to screw Storm's advice and do what he wanted. "I'm still tired, how 'bout you?" He settled back and held out a hand to her.

Rogue hesitated. Her head hurt, and she was feeling like shit, and Remy really was very warm and comfy. But, in the end, she shook her head.

"Ah think Ah bettah go downstairs an' get some coffee."

Remy groaned, albeit very quietly, in exasperation and got up to follow Rogue downstairs. So close!

POST-A/N: Remy has only temporarily forgotten about the contest. Next chapter he will remember. I hope you'll enjoy it. I'm very tired.