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Chapter three: How Sugar Leads to Toothaches

She closed her eyes.

She frickin' closed her eyes and turned away, shutting him out completely.

He narrowed his eyes. Remy can see dat y' keep yaself from de world, petite. But hidin' yaself from me just ain't an option. 'M gonna get inside ya, Rogue. De harder ya push, de more fun it is fo' Gambit. Ya too belle fo' dis tief t' resist. 'M gonna steal ya heart away, fille. Ya can look away as much as ya want, it won't make no difference in de end.

Remy extended his empathy towards her again and was surprised to find…nothing. It was as if the woman sitting next to him didn't exist.

He noticed that her breathing had slowed and her already alabaster skin was even more pale.

Concerned, he leaned forward to see her face more clearly.

Feeling her warm breath on his face, he was reassured…and suddenly aware of just how close he was to her. Remy examined her flawless features, his eyes devouring her face as a connoisseur studies a painting. He didn't miss the smooth sheen of her skin, or the tempting ripeness of her lips.

What if de femme made it up? he thought suddenly. What if it's just a ploy t' get me t' leave her alone?

Not certain how he felt if that was the case, Remy figured that there was only one way to find out. Firmly locking away anything that he didn't want her to know, and bringing to the forefront of his mind only how belle he thought she was, Remy leaned towards her lips.

He was a breath away when her eyes popped open and she jerked herself away from him.

"What the hell, LeBeau! D'ya have a death wish? 'Cause Ah'd be happy to oblige in some other way!"

Merde, he thought. I t'ought de fille was belle before. When she's mad she's "Tres magnifique," he said aloud.

Those sparkling emeralds that she had the audacity to refer to as eyes narrowed dangerously, "Ah beg youah pardon?"

Remy recognized the warning signals--a thickening accent, narrowed eyes, and false calm politeness? Yup, she was probably dangerously close to completely losing her temper. Remy liked to live dangerously. "Remy didn't t'ink it possible, but y' even more belle when ya mad, cherie." He let out a low whistle and shook his head slightly.

Rogue shot to her feet, flushing. "Ya bloomin' idiot! What were ya tryin' ta do? Ya wanna kill yaself, do it some other way! Ah do not want yer filthy thoughts in mah head."

So dere be more den one way t' get t' de fille.

Remy also stood and held up his hands reassuringly, "Easy, chere. S'just dat Remy never heard of a mutation like yours b'fore. He wanted t' make sure y' weren't playin' him."

Rogue's breathing became a little more even, but her eyes narrowed even further. "Ah wasn't playin'. An' regardless, ya have no right ta try an' touch meh without mah permission."

She really is a Sout'ern Belle.

"Je désolé, cherie."

Rogue put her clenched fists on her hips and laughed, "Like hell ya are."

Remy raised his eyebrows. He hadn't expected that response. He was intrigued by it.

Rogue was still smiling, and she shook her head slightly. "Don't try it again, Cajun." She sauntered over to him with her hands behind her back until only a few centimeters separated their bodies. "Or Ah just might let ya do it. An' trust me, ya won't like it."

Remy gulped. Part of him was screaming that he grab the girl in front of him and pull her to him and… But a more observant and trustworthy part of him was telling him that even though she had delivered those last lines in a sexy purr that made his blood boil, her eyes were hard and deadly serious.

Ya ain't gonna get de fille if ya let her scare ya away.

So Remy tilted his head a little closer to her and whispered, "'M willin' t' try an' find out."

Rogue shrugged, "'K. Think happy thoughts, now."

And she leaned slowly forward--and smacked him with a bare hand.

The contact lasted less than a second, but Remy still staggered back. A mere slap--no matter how unexpected--would not have had that effect on him. He felt unaccountably weakened.

"What was dat for?" he said, reaching up a hand to rub his smarting cheek.

He drew in a startled breath when he saw Rogue's eyes change color to perfectly reflect his own.

Rogue shrugged, "Fastest way ta make and break contact. Ah wouldn't want ya ta think Ah was lyin' ta ya, sugah."

She bent to retrieve her fallen glove, and when she lifted her gaze to him again her eyes had returned to normal.

Remy narrowed his eyes. He honestly hadn't expected that she'd go through with it. At least, not like that… He'd been almost hoping that she had made it up--the inventiveness of the lie made up for the lie itself. But she hadn't, he'd seen her eyes change. Maybe dat wasn't m' best idea.

"What did y' get, chere?"

Rogue smirked, "Not much. Just ya eyes an' a word. Ah was kinda concentratin' on keepin' ya out, swamp rat."

"An' what word was dat, petite?" he said, hiding his relief that she hadn't seen too much about him. Stupid idiot. What if she had seen about de Guild? What if she had seen about her?

She hesitated, and then said "Gambit." Rogue looked at him, a sheen of curiosity covering the determination and fury sparkling in her eyes. "What's it mean ta ya, sugah?"

Merde, he thought. Remy thought quickly and remembered the way that she had picked his pocket and how well she had fought with him that morning. He decided to live up to his name.

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Rogue was still pissed. First Bishop and his asinine behavior, then the man that she had been perfectly content to leave in the past as a handsome stranger that she had danced with had to show up and try and frickin' kiss her. After she had told him that she would suck his soul straight out! Was there a worst way to start the day?

Ah, there it was. The apprehension that always appeared after someone knew her powers. It had just taken him a little longer than most to realize the full ramifications of being touched by her.

Stupid swamp rat.

"An' what word was dat, petite?" he said.

Thank Gawd that Ah have enough control now ta keep out most of his thoughts. Ah was just concentratin' on gettin' his eyes--a visible manifestation of his power that Ah wouldn't have ta worry about learnin' ta use. But the fact that this word slipped through mah shields must mean it was pretty important ta him. Ah wonder why…

No! Don't be curious about him! Ya want him ta disappear, remember? Curiosity implies interest an' interest means that both of ya will just get hurt.

"Gambit," she said.

Spark-flicker-burn. A girl could get lost in those eyes. But they couldn't hide his shock at the word she spoke.

"What's it mean ta ya, sugah?"

Damn it, there Ah go. Oh well, might as well go along for the ride. It's not like ya'll see him after today. Rogue studied his face closely. The man in front of her was very good at hiding his emotions, but there were always tells. She had to bite back a smirk when she saw the red beginning to form on his face from her slap. OK, so maybe Ah didn't hafta hit him. Ah coulda just touched him an' controlled what Ah took. But he shouldn'ta come so close. Ah may not be able ta touch unless without hurtin' someone, but Ah can at least choose who Ah'm gonna hurt, damnit!

'Course, Ah understand exactly why he wanted ta find out if Ah was lyin'. Don't Ah just wish.

Ah. A flare. He's come ta a decision.

"Tell y' what, chere. Y' tell Remy how y' managed t' pick his pocket an' where ya learned t' fight like dat, an' he'll tell ya what Gambit means t' him."

Aw hell. Now why'd he hafta go there? "A young mutant gal all alone in the world? Ah'd be an idiot if Ah didn't pick up some self defense."

He smirked at her, "Self defense? An' is dat why y' were 'itchin' all mornin' fo' a good fight?'"

Hell. Ah just had ta let that drop. Ah really need ta be more careful about what Ah say when Ah'm mad.

Rogue's eyes narrowed, "Are y' volunteerin', swampy?"

A careless shrug. "Mais, sure. But it still be too early t' fight an' Remy ain't even had breakfast yet."

Good. Ya don't want ta hurt him….but he looked like he could handle himself. It's a rare man that can catch any punch o' mine. Ah wonder where he learned how ta fight like that…

She raised her eyebrow. "Ya backin' out already?"

Mah curiosity is gonna send me straight ta the insane asylum one day. Ah just know it.

Remy took out a pack of cards and shuffled them expertly. "Jus' offering t' make it a bit more interestin'. Remy knows a great place t' work out frustration. He'll meet y' dere tonight at 7:30. Dis way, we don' have t' worry 'bout de county cops comin' in and breakin' up de fun."

Now that is the strangest date Ah've ever been asked ta go ta. 'Meet me at 7:30 so ya can beat the crap out of me.'

"Ah don't plan on walkin' around frustrated all day, swamp rat."

He slithered up to her and traced a gloved finger down her arm, "Bon. Dere be more den one way t' get rid of frustration, cherie."

Is he tryin' ta die? Or should Ah be seriously concerned about his sanity?

"Ah've told ya not ta touch me," Rogue spoke in a low, controlled voice.

His eyes, which had been following the caresses of his finger, lifted up to hers full of false innocence. "Remy's not afraid of your power. He touched y' just fine last night. Or do ya not remember our dance, cherie?"

He's not afraid of mah power…and he's touching me to prove it. Rogue needed a moment to digest this.

It was--evidently--a longer moment than she had thought, because when she became aware of her surroundings again, he had stepped very close to her and his other hand was busy mimicking the motions of the first on her other arm. His face was too close to hers and his eyes…were hypnotizing, drawing her in, tracing the contours of her face with longing…

Damnit. She slapped his hands off of her and stepped back again, "Maybe ya're just not aware of what Ah can do ta ya," she growled.

Remy's lips twitched upwards and his eyes began a leisurely perusal of her body, making sure that she almost felt his gaze. "Oh, Remy's got a few ideas about dat, chere."

Rogue gasped. She couldn't believe his audacity--hadn't she just told him that she couldn't touch? Why was he rubbing her face in it? But she looked at his face, full of such open desire, and realized that he really did have a few ideas about it. He had known about her mutation for less than ten minutes and he had already thought up some way around it to get what he wanted.

Rogue had to be impressed, and very relieved that she hadn't absorbed him. He must have one of the dirtiest minds in creation.

Rogue laughed.

Remy pulled his lecherous gaze up from her body and focused on her lips.

"Ya are something else, swamp rat."

He smirked, "Remy knows it."

Rogue shook her head, still grinning.

But it ain't gonna happen, Cajun. Ah'm not just another notch on your bedpost.

"Well, not that it hasn't been fun," Rogue winked, "but Ah think it's high time for me ta be going."

She turned and began walking away.

She wasn't too surprised to find him walking with her, "Why ya always gotta walk away from dis Cajun, chere?"

Rogue shrugged, "Ah figured ya'd enjoy the view."

Remy grinned, "Ain't dat de truth. But cherie, Remy likes lookin' at your belle face even better."

And he reached out one hand to turn her around by the shoulder.

Rogue looked at his hand, and then back up to his face, and spoke very, very quietly. "Is there a part of 'don't touch me' that ya don't understand?"

Remy's face was full of innocence, "De 'don't' part sometimes gives Remy trouble," he admitted. But he removed his hand.

Rogue continued walking.

"So do ya want Remy t' pick ya up tonight, chere?"

Rogue stopped walking and looked at him, a little confused.

"'Cause if not, ya need ta know where t' go, neh?"

Oh right. The perfect place ta 'work out frustration.'

"Ah don't remember agreein' ta go anywhere with ya, Cajun."

He flashed a grin, "Remy knows he's irresistible t' ya, belle."

"As a toothache," she smiled back at him.

"Did ya know dat Shakespeare used toot'aches t' symbolize sexual frustration?"

Rogue snorted. "What?"

"Really, it's true," Remy insisted. Rogue barely noticed that he had placed three fingers on her elbow and was gently guiding the direction that they were walking. Barely.

Ah have to admit, he's good. She decided to go along with it for now.

"An' how would ya know that?"

"Got stuck in an elevator wit' an English professor once. De homme had just finished presentin' his doctoral t'esis. Iago's toot'ache was all he could talk about."

Rogue bit back a laugh. "How long were ya stuck in the elevator?"

"T'ree hours," he said mournfully.

There was nothing for it. Rogue threw back her head and laughed.

"S'not funny," Remy protested.

She looked over at him and saw the glimmer of pained amusement in his eyes.

"Ya know it is," she said.

He put on a disappointed frown and shook his head, "Remy wouldn't a' t'ought it of ya, Roguey. Laughin' at a poor man's sufferin' like dat."

Rogue stopped walking and turned to glare at him, hands on her hips. "What did ya just call me?" her voice rose to a dangerous level.

"Umm…Rogue?"

"That's what Ah thought," she muttered and started walking again.

The came down off of the hill and Rogue whistled. "That's one beaut of a bike."

"Ya like?" Remy said, approaching it familiarly.

"What's not ta like about it?" she said, walking over to it.

"Dat's my baby," he said.

Rogue glanced up at him, but his eyes were fixed on the motorcycle. She relaxed, realizing that she wouldn't have to kick his butt. Some of the motorcycle enthusiasts in her head were salivating and clambering for a better view. She decided to oblige.

It was obviously expensive, well cared for, and fast. She knelt down along the side, peering at the craftsmanship. "Ya do any of this work yaself?"

Remy snorted, "As if I'd let just anyone touch her."

He knelt down beside her and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bolt. He fastened it back onto the bike.

So that if anyone tried to take it, they would meet with a very painful surprise. When he considers something 'his,' he watches out for it. And at least in the case of the bike, he'd rather have it wrecked than stolen. Rogue was impressed, and a little wary. Ya never know about those possessive types…but he doesn't seem like he'd hurt anyone pointlessly.

Ya saying that because ya want it to be true or because it is true?

What does it matter? Ah'm not gonna see him after today.

Remy had been talking, explaining what he had done to the bike.

"Ya do good work, sugah," she said.

He winked at her. "Remy is very good wit' his hands."

"And so modest," she smiled, teasing him.

"Ya t'ink so too?" he replied, grinning at her.

Rogue rolled her eyes. Wait a minute…a man with a motorcycle. And this is the northeast section of the park…An' Remy sure as hell ain't gonna take meh to Bishop's 'contact point'…

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Remy was even more impressed with Rogue than before. She knew how to appreciate a good bike. Is dis girl for real, or am I dreaming? Wait, if I were dreaming, we wouldn't just be standin' here…

Rogue looked up from where she had been examining the bike with a decidedly wicked look in her eyes. "Remy, this is the northeast section of the park, right?"

His mouth went dry at the way she said his name. No woman had ever effected him this way just by speaking before. "Oui."

"That's what Ah thought," and she stood, smirking with her hands on her hips.

Remy wondered if she knew that standing that way thrust out her breasts. Then he decided that he didn't care if she knew, and just enjoyed the view.

"Why don't ya show me this place ya wanna meet meh tonight?"

He raised an eyebrow. Sure, he had lead her to the bike with that intention, but he hadn't thought she'd give in so easily. "So ya're gonna meet Remy tonight?"

Still smirking, Rogue took the helmet he extended to her. "If Ah like what Ah see."

"Not ta worry, chere. Remy has good taste." He got on the bike.

"If Ah go by ya choice in bikes, Ah'd hafta agree with ya. But ya sure make strange plans for a date."

Remy tried to suppress his body's reaction to her sliding on the bike behind him. For a moment he tried to remember back to when he was this strongly attracted to anyone. Then he decided not to waste his time and twisted around to face her on the bike. Their faces were only a breath apart. One of de many reasons why I love motorcycles.

"Remy don't hear ya complain'."

Rogue's eyes were wide. She's scared of being this close to anyone, he realized. But she's trying hard to not show it. He took a sadistic pleasure in pushing his body a little closer to hers.

"That's 'cause Ah'm lookin' forward to wipin' the floor with ya smirk," she grinned at him.

He leaned in even closer, his breath caressing her face. "Ya welcome ta try, belle."

And before she had a chance to respond, he had turned around and gunned the motorcycle. "Hold on tight!" he shouted.

Remy thought he heard Rogue muttering something about a 'death hold,' but he ignored it and prepared himself for the inevitable wrapping of arms around his waist.

Once again, Rogue surprised him. Evidently, not only could she appreciate the workmanship on a bike, but she also knew how to ride one rather well. She clung to the bike with her legs and only lightly placed her hands on his shoulders.

His initial plan had been to prolong the ride so that he could enjoy the feel of her body pressed up against his. But since Rogue was being so disobliging…

"Dere's de place," he said, only slowing the bike so that she could get a good look at it. "24th Glen and Bakker." Then he revved the bike again, unable to hear her response.

He pulled over at a Starbucks. "M'lady," he said, waiting for her to dismount.

"Good suh," she responded. "Ya have brought meh ta the land of caffeine. Ah do thank ya kindly."

"Y' are most welcome, madame," he said, getting off the bike and bowing gravely. He replaced his image inducer. Then he turned away for a moment and unscrewed a bolt from his bike. Remy half expected that Rogue would have walked into the store without him, but when he turned around she still stood there, a mischievous smile on her face.

"Ya're a bit protective of her," she commented and lightly placed her arm over his after he extended it. He thought he saw a flicker of disappointment in her eyes when she noticed that his were brown again, but he wasn't sure.

"Remy just knows dat locks can't keep out a determined t'ief. Wouldn't want anyone takin' her somewhere she don't belong."

"Yeah, ya would know about that, wouldn't ya," she commented softly.

Remy glanced at her sharply, gauging the depth of her comment. But she was still walking beside him innocently. She's just referin' t' de little incident wit' her wallet. "'pparently ya also have some experience in dose matters," he replied with equal softness.

Rogue shrugged. "Ya pick up a few things here and there."

Dat don't explain much, Rogue, he thought. How did ya feel it when I took yer wallet?

They entered the coffee shop. It was still early, there was hardly a line. "After ya," Remy said.

She smiled at him again. He loved the way it lit up her face. Even in her workout clothes, without a speck of make-up on her, Rogue was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

A worthy mark fo' de Prince of T'ieves.

Rogue smiled at the girl over the counter and said "Tall, regular."

The girl smiled back and turned to Remy, flushing just looking at him. He smiled back at her. Remy loved having that effect on women. "Grande expresso, petite. Two shots." He winked at her.

The girl's blush deepened, but she turned away to get them their orders.

Remy turned to Rogue, only to find her leaning against the condiments table, an amused expression on her face and a smirk in her eyes.

Wonder what's so funny? He only raised an eyebrow at her, "Remy take ya to de capitol of coffee, an' all ya get is a tall regular?"

Rogue shrugged. "Ah like what Ah like."

He smirked at her and walked up to stand directly in front of her. "An' what do ya like, cherie?" he purred.

Rogue rolled her eyes, "Personal space, for one thing." And she neatly sidestepped him to go to the counter and get her coffee.

Remy admired how smoothly she walked away.

Rogue took the cup and moved to pay the girl. "Ah-uh, chere!" he intercepted her. "De gentleman always pays."

Rogue shrugged, "It's your money." Then she raised an eyebrow as if to add, Isn't it?

He just smirked at her, and she disappeared back to the condiment table.

When he turned around, Rogue had the top of the coffee off and was pouring sugar into it. There were already four empty packets on the table.

He whistled. "Dat's a lot of sugar, chere."

Rogue shrugged. "It's a failsafe combination. If the caffeine doesn't get me up, the sugah will."

Remy was about to say something when Rogue's cell phone went off. The tinsely sound cut through the guitar music Starbucks was playing and made him wince.

"Did ya never hear of ringtones, chere?"

Rogue made a face at him and flipped open her cell phone. "Hello? … No, Ah'm at a local Starbucks….Well, ya see, Ah met this guy in Kingsley Park this mornin' an' he offered ta give meh a ride on his motorcycle, an' this is where we ended up…Just some random guy, who knows how many of them were in the northeast section of the park? … OK, OK, ya're right, Ah shouldn't go for rides with strangers…Yeah, Ah'll meet ya there."

She closed the phone and smiled apologetically at Remy, but he could see the mirth dancing in her eyes. "Ah hafta go."

"Who was dat, petite?"

"One of mah overprotective friends. They want ta see that Ah'm still alive after mah 'harrowing experience.' Thanks for the coffee." She took a deep sip and set it back on the table. "That'll keep me til Ah meet 'em for breakfast."

"Do ya want Remy t' take ya?"

She grinned up at him, "No, Ah don't think so, Remy. But thanks for the offer."

The way she said his name… Remy had to shake himself out of his daydream. He called to her retreating figure. "See ya tonight, chere!"

"Ah'll do mah best," she tossed over her shoulder.

He watched her walk away until he couldn't see her anymore. What's de matter wit' me? I shoulda at least got her phone number! De perfect opportunity was right dere! I just can't tink straight wit' dat femme around…

Remy took a sip of what was left of her coffee and winced at the sugary concoction. He thought he was beginning to develop a toothache.

AN: OK, I know it's been a while. But I would like to say that this chapter was so stinkin' slippery to write! I must have rewritten the beginning at least three times. Then for the past three days, FF had a bug and I couldn't log in. And I know I said I'd introduce you to Rogue's team in this chapter, but it went in another direction. And really, you wanted them to have a motorcycle ride, right?

Oh, and that bit about Shakespeare and a toothache just came out because this past week I had a killer of a toothache and it was my Shakespeare professor who thought that Iago's toothache was why he tried to destroy Othello--unfulfilled sexual frustration.

I've decided that I'm gonna tell you guys my favorite line from the chapters that I write, just 'cause. With this one it was: Is he tryin' ta die? Or should Ah be seriously concerned about his sanity?

Chpt two: Hell, he was frustrated.

Chpt one: She stared straight ahead of herself, wishing not for the first time that being unable to touch also meant that she was not able to feel. (Which I was able to add in thanks to those who told me how to edit. Thank you!)

Review Responses:

Cat:sips Coke: Is it cherry? Anyway, yeah I'm working with the fact that they'll both walk out of the encounter unscathed--if they can manage to keep the level as two strangers. But if they start to open up, to show who they are…well then…that could be a problem for their hearts. The more they see of each other, the deeper they're gonna fall. Mwa-ha-ha! And, usually, I like Bishop too…but he's not gonna be very nice to Rogue in this story. Thanks for the tip on how to fix it!

Ish: Yes, it's still very much at just the challenge level for Remy. Poor sap. He doesn't know what he's getting into. What will he do if his own heart starts to be at stake? Glad you like their interaction, they make me grin. (When they're happy cooperative little characters.) And yeah, Rogue's trying to push him away…but have you noticed how nice she's being about it? Wonder how long that will last…

Coldqueen: Remy is a guy. He thinks he's invincible and irresistible. One or none of these are true. ;0) Thanks for the review!

Bored247: Glad you liked it! Fantabulous, huh:Grin: Thanks a bunch!

Enchantedlight: Here's your update! Sorry it wasn't that soon.

I'm A Free Spirit: Glad you liked it! Thanks for the review, hope you like this bit!

Roguechere: Hey, thanks so much! Hooked from the get go--yay! Yes, Remy and his mind games…he thinks he's all that…we'll not disillusion him too much, 'cause, ya know, he almost is. What I like about that "eye" bit is that even though he only thinks he's making himself vulnerable, he totally is. He's already in deeper than he knows, but he's still got a long way to fall… :evil grin: Hope that you liked this bit.

Kitrazzle Fayn: Yay! So glad you liked it. Yeah…security system…what can I say, he's a thief who sees a challenge. I'm glad you liked Rogue's phone thingy. Struggled for a while coming up with that one, and I had a handy-dandy explanation for it too…but then I decided that Rogue wouldn't really care how it worked as long as it worked. Which was good, because my explanation was maybe a bit far fetched. Sigh…Bishop…yes…what are we going to do with him? Hopefully, he'll learn to behave. Thanks for the offer of the OC, I will keep that in mind! I'm planning on keeping the focus pretty much on Remy and Rogue, but I'll let ya know!

Wrapped in Banana Foil: Thanks! Here it is, hope you like it too. :0)

Chica De Los Ojos Café: Yes, they started opening up…and the fun is just beginning, mwa-ha-ha! I'm so glad you liked it. Hope you enjoyed this bit.

Lyrit Liltrick: I put this in Evo because I'm a little more familiar with the relationships in that one than I am with the X-comic folk. For example: Kitty and Rogue…how close are they in the comics? I don't know. But either way, it's AU and I'm glad you found it:0) Thanks for the tip on proper 'y'all' usage. I will just try to remember it's like 'youse guys' and make it better! Thanks again! Ooo, an 'angst whirlygig of romance fun!' What a great line! Glad you liked the characterization and intro. Sigh…I like the intro too. Hope the rest of it can live up to it!

Reviews for Our Masks (because I want to respond and say THANK YOU):

Bored247: So glad you liked it! Yes, unabashedly fluffy and eventual overcoming--yay!
Ish: Wow, you really liked it? And I got a gold star! Happy dance! I'm so glad I posted it then, since it was just hanging around…Yeah, the thing is, people's masks usually are part of them. I believe that it's possible to be completely real, but also react different ways in different situations with different people, and it'll all be a facet of your personality. Those facets become masks when you use them when you normally wouldn't…so yeah, I've spent a lot of time thinking about that. Maybe that's why it came out so real? It means a lot to me that you thought it was really good. When I was struggling with this chapter, I'd go back and look at your review and be like: OK, I have to start feeding my plot bunnies crack. Type fingers, Type!
Thegambit23: Thank ya, thank ya:0)
Lyric Liltrick: Glad you think it worked out well. I was hoping that it wasn't too quick. And thanks for the props on the Mystique/Logan scene…that exchange is what started this whole thing, only with Remy/Rogue as speakers.
BananaPanda: Thank you very much! I'm glad that you enjoyed it!
Cat: Aww, thanks! And for you, I will now accept anonymous reviewers. Aww, you faved it! Wow, I feel special. :Big old grin: Yeah, see what I said to ish about the masks, because I just finished writing this chapter and my fingers are starting to get tired. And the squirrels like it? Are the squirrels your friends? Because I have friends who think that squirrels are evil and trying to take over the world. I'd love to come back at them with an alternative theory! So…yeah…Thanks. :0)
Kit: Glad you liked it and thought it was true. I thought it was fun. Yeah, I guess "Shall we Dance" works, it just keeps making me think of that Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers movie," even though I was going for the more metaphorical that you picked up on. ;0)Rogue238: I'm glad you liked it! Thanks! And thanks for the offer to send me a chapter, I appreciate it! I really like A Split in Reality! It's such fun, and I'm glad that my computer decided to behave so that I could read it again.