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Wow! I came back from Vacation to a ton of e-mails, most of which were from fan fiction. I have got twice the amount of reviews for this story then I have for my other one which is double the length (check those math skilz). What does that prove? We are Romy maniacs.

Thank you for all the reviews to which I am going to reply in onelittle blog:

Switching from angst to humor is pretty simple with music. I listen to Evanescence, 3 days grace, korn etc for I'm Fine­ and System of a down, garbage etc, goes with this story. Also I can just be in a certain mood. Glad you all liked his prank, it was fun to plan. Hope you enjoy this chapter too.


Wal-mart was not a happening place to be Sunday morning. In fact, Rogue found the near desolate Wal-Mart rather eerie. However the less people to witness her necessary lingerie run, the better. None of the other girls opted to join her trip. First off, they didn't want to give up a relaxing Sunday morning even for shopping. Second they preferred nicer stuff found at cute stores in the mall. The mall didn't open until 11:00 A.M. and it was barely nine. That left Rogue alone with her blue-decaled shopping cart in the local Wal-Mart. She really didn't care if her underwear had cute little froggies on it (unlike Kitty as Rogue found out after the girl had about four giant pixies sticks and started dancing around their room singing "The mammal song" in her "cute" Froggy underwear. Rogue slept in the living room that night).

Rogue was almost to the intimate apparel section when her cell phone went off. It was Kitty.

"Hey guess what? We found our bras and stuff. They were in a garbage bag behind the garage," she said cheerfully.

"Did you put my stuff back in my room?" Rogue asked, pretty happy that she didn't have to restock.

Kitty's voice dropped its zeal as she stammered, "umm…well…um….your stuff…well…it wasn't exactly with ours."

"Where was it?" Rogue demanded.

"Well…we don't exactly know still. It is still kinda missing."

"Kind of missing? What do you mean kinda missing?"

"All-right, it is very much missing. We haven't found your stuff yet at all. We have no idea where it could be."

"So you called me to tell me that you guys are all set and I'm screwed still?"

"Well when you put it that way…"

"Good-bye Kitty," Rogue said and hung up the phone. She quickly looked right and left to confirm that there was no one around her. Then she took the phone and beat it repeatedly against a nearby shelf, uttering a loud angry cry.

"You okay miss?" a nervous voiced asked. Rogue whirled around and groaned. Stared at the young worker behind the counter she made a mental note to check behind her and make sure she wasn't standing in front of the electronics department the next time she abused her phone.

"Bad service," she said vaguely and walked off into the clothing.

Rogue yanked clothes off of shelves, throwing them into the cart with random curses here and there. After a few minutes however she eased up on the undergarment violence mainly because she didn't want to be committed for telling a bra to go screw itself. Besides, getting angry was letting Gambit win and that couldn't happen.

Making her way out of the women's clothing department, Rogue stopped to do an inventory check. Amidst her cottony choices a red cloth sat. She pulled up the hanger in confusion. She hadn't put this in, how did it get into her cart? She considered keeping it; it was cute and seemed to be her size. The top was a red takini with white trim and some sort of symbols on the top. The bottom was mainly white with some sort of pattern. She looked closer and saw that it was cards. A whole bunch of cards piled on each other was the bottom. Closer inspection of the top revealed the symbols to be a spade, heart, diamond, and club. This refreshed Rogue's anger she whipped the offending clothing right behind her not caring wear it landed.

Suddenly Rogue stopped in panic. How did the thing get into her cart? Someone must have put it there. Someone by the name of Gambit. Who else would give her carded panties? He was here, lurking. She turned around quickly, trying to search every crevice in her vision for the tall mutant. Her eyes darted madly, arms assuming a defensive position. She stopped to listen, eyes still active. It took only a moment to notice she was in pain. There was a reason they made sports bras for exercise and she had just spun around very quickly. While hugging herself in silent looks of pain she realized how stupid she must look, freaking out in the store. Gambit wasn't here. Clothing aisles were narrow; she had mostly likely just knocked in the hanger by mistake. The card thing was just a coincidence.

"Pull yourself together girl," she commanded. Taking a deep breath she started to push her cart to the front. She didn't make it very far. The glove section proved to be very distracting. She didn't need them anymore, but she still wore out of habit. She just wasn't' ready to open herself up that much to the mansion. Succumbing to temptations a smooth black pair made it back to the cart. They were tossed in and landed right on top of a red piece of clothing. Rogue had actually pushed the cart about five feet before realized what she saw. Knocking the gloves to the side, the little card outfit stared up at her.

Okay, coincidence was out. Rogue was now left with a Mr. Remy LeBeau, or haunted underwear. In all honesty, Rogue preferred the ghost story. There was a good chance that even with a spirit attached, Mr. Card Panties wouldn't make his little drawer mates disappear. Gambit on the other hand…well the ending to that story was already known.

Rogue remembered a large rack of snow pants behind her. She picked up the hanger and slowly walked backwards towards it, looking around for signs of life. Nothing moved as her back hit the squishy material. "Okay," she thought, "I'm just going to hand up Mr. Card Panties and then leave the store. Everything will be all right."

With one final look around, she prepared to turn around. However before she got the chance, the snow pants ate her. Okay, they didn't exactly eat her, but to Rogue it felt like they did. In truth, a hand darted out between pairs and pulled her in. It was a really odd sensation.

IT was also an uncomfortable sensation. Rogue sat at an angle, her weight held up by Gambits arm with legs bent askew on the other side of her. Red eyes and an arrogant smirk look down on her, slightly shadowed by the clothing.

"You know, cherè, you don't respond well to help at all." He said, smirk never leaving his face.

"Help?" exclaimed Rogue incredulously, "What do you mean help?"

"Help with your shopping of course. White cotton panties are good for everyday wear, but what are you going to wear on your dates? Take it from me, you can never go wrong with silk in dark colors." Rogue was too angry to speak. So he continued gesturing towards the hanger in her hand.

"Although I do have to say I am rather fond of this little number. I think it is your size, how about you try for me and we will make sure?"

Blink. Blink blink. "How about no, you effing Swamp Rat! How about you give me back my clothing!" she hissed.

"Why would I do that? You look rather good with a little less on." He said in a smooth, leering tone. She realized that his eyes were no longer on hers and instead his gaze was now on her way to revealing form fitting shirt. Emptying her hands she quickly crossed her arms over her chest and moved away from him. This was a difficult maneuver being that the column they were in was about three feet in diameter at most. Rogue cursed as her head smacked metal behind her.

"Careful cherè," Remy said, coming up and leaning over her. Rogue tried to push him back but had no luck. His legs straddled her thighs that stretched out when she moved back. At over six feet tall his upper body overcame hers as he leaned in face inches from hers. He placed his hands on hers, preventing their movement as well. He loomed just a little bit closer.

"Don't you dare thief-boy. I'll drop you like a sack of potatoes if you do."

"No right away you won't."

"The very second you touch me I'm taking you down"

"No you won't."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Simple. You want me."

Rogue gave a harsh laugh, "I do not."

"Yes you do."

"Prove it."

"You, me and Mardi Gras"

"You moron, I didn't go with you because I like you. I was getting back at you. It is called revenge."

"I give you credit for your revenge, but it still doesn't change the fact that you want me. Why didn't you just take me down the minute I got in the apartment?"

"You are heavy, I wasn't gonna drag ya all they way to your room."

"Why not take me down the minute I got on the bed? If I remember correctly, you took you sweet time undressing me."

"I had to get you naked for my plan."

"Why not just take me down when I got on the bed then. You could have undressed me without me being conscious. Why not take me into the bedroom as soon as we got to my apartment? Why bother with the elaborate plan, why not just leave me in an alley? Why kiss me in the first place?"

"I…um…had to…um" Rogue started quietly, not having any solid answers. The truth was he was probably the best-looking guy she had ever seen. A perfect body tied in with a knee-weakening smirk and amazing kissing abilities did not go unnoticed by the 18 year old. She was a little inexperienced, not stupid.

"It is because you want me. I can feel it. Don't worry about it, I like you too," he continued, just as quietly

"I don't-" she started but was silenced by red orbs that were coming very close to her face.

A high-pitched scream broke the couple's gaze. A plump middle-aged woman stood over them, peering down through the snow pants. They hadn't even heard her approach. Seeing the two sitting in the middle had given her quite a shock. However Gambit's eyes seem to throw her over the edge. As he gazed up at her, she took one glance before screaming again and taking off. The two scrambled out of the rack.

Seconds later she returned with a large umbrella and a store worker trailing behind her. "Demon!" she screeched, wielding the umbrella like a sword. "Back! Back Demon!" she continued, coming forward and thrusting her umbrella towards Gambit. "God will send you back to Lucifer you evil minion!" she screamed this time employing swiping motions.

"Ma'am. Please calm down Ma'am. It is all right. I think he is just a mutant or something. Please calm down," The employee that Rogue recognized as the one witnessing her little phone fit was trying unsuccessfully to calm the women and reclaim the weapon. She looked at the two young adults and said in a breathless voice (she was currently in a tug of war for the umbrella) that they should probably leave. Rogue was surprised to see that the employee didn't look the least bit surprise as this whole fiasco. Apparently, Sunday morning was the usual time for the crazies to go to Wal-Mart. Rogue grabbed her wallet from the cart and went for the exit with Remy, shouts of "Death to the devil and his helpers!" following them out.


A/N

This chapter was twice as long as I thought it was going to be. Sadly there was no true blue prank, but there was a little romy. The woman at the end isn't completely crazy, just a wee bit religious.

On a side note- Wal-Mart rules

Like my other story update this isn't edited for the same reasons. And like the other story I will fix later. I'm still lazy.

Thanks for reading, please do the review thang.

Yetti