Work of Art
Chapter Four: Coincidence
By DamageCtrl

All Standard Disclaimers Apply: I do not own the X-Men or anything associated with it.

Betsy, Jean, and Kitty all waited just a few feet from Rogue as she stepped into the last exhibit. From inside, they heard someone yell out that Rogue was there and the three of them cringed. Bobby joined them, looking confused as he looked around. Everyone seemed to be waiting for the Southern woman to say something and the exhibition room had gone completely silent.

"What's going on?" Bobby asked in a low voice. "I don't get it."

"We'll explain later, Bobby." Jean said through grit teeth as the brown haired young man looked at them questioningly. She was about to walk in there and grab Rogue, when a tall figure brushed past her. She looked up glanced over at Betsy and Kitty and jerked her head towards the build man. The two women nodded.

"Hey, its that jerk!" Bobby growled. He took one step forward, but Betsy grabbed him and pulled him back.

"That's Remy?" Jean asked in a low voice. Betsy and Kitty both nodded and Jean looked as the man walked up behind Rogue. "Not bad..."

"To look at, anyway..." Betsy agreed. They watched as the artist paused at the door way. Remy's hand rose and adjusted his shirt collar nervously before stepping in.

Rogue was staring at the painting, her emerald eyes following every single brush stroke. Slowly, she walked towards the mounted canvas, her pouty lips opened slightly, unbelieving of what she was seeing. She could see the painted pattern just below the image's neck and recognized it to be the neck of her sweater from the day she went to the museum.

Vivid shocks of pale hair stood out from unraveled brown locks as they tumbled over her shoulder. She seemed to be looking at the watcher with a wistful look on her face. A slight smile was curled on her soft pink lips and the corners of her eyes were crinkled slightly.

It was complete different from the rest of the work in the room. Everything had dark, bold colors in indescribable masses that reflected what the artist wanted. But the painting of her offered none of that dark brooding angst. It was light and airy, happy and teasing. It seemed to balance out the rest of the room.

Her gloved hand rose and she stopped it before it touched the actual paint. Confusion etched her face as lowered her hand.

The entire room had gone silent as model met work. And Rogue was speechless.

Remy glanced around the room as he stopped behind Rogue. Everyone seemed to want to hear what Rogue had to say about her painted counter part and was holding their breath. His own heart was racing as he prepared for Rogue to blow up and scream an endless stream of profanities at him.

But those words never came.

Rogue merely stepped back and crossed her pale arms over her chest. She studied the painting for another few moments, completely unaware that people were waiting for her reaction. Remy's blood was pumping quickly as he felt a bead of sweat collect at his brows. He hadn't felt like that since his first gallery opening. Now it suddenly seemed as if Rogue's reaction would tear down years of work.

Finally, she sighed. "Sorry Ah doubted yah, Cajun." she said in a soft voice as she tilted her head to the side. Remy felt his heart stop as he watched the back of her head.

"Y'...like, chere?" Remy asked as he swallowed nervously.

"Good likeness," Rogue said, sounding quite professional. She was still stunned and couldn't verbally get out how she was feeling. Instead, she spoke in a clear, low voice. "But it ain't the real thing," She added with a grin. She turn gave the painting on last look before taking a deep breath and turning around. "Not bad for a stalker."

Remy let out a relieved breath as she walked past him. "Glad y' like it." he whispered. She ignored him as she walked out of the room. Remy stiffened as he felt the wind get knocked out of him from one glance at her hardened green eyes.

"Well, Ah've seen everything there is here," Rogue said as she looked at her friends who were waiting for her. "Bobby, can yah take meh home."

Bobby swallowed nervously as he looked at Rogue and nodded. Behind her placid, unmoving face and clear green eyes was a raging fury just waiting to erupt. "Su...sure thing, Rogue! I'll bring the car around!" He quickly threw the three other women worried looks before taking off.

"Rogue...?" Jean asked softly.

"Ah'm not speaking ta yah." Rogue told them calmly as she walked past them.

"Well...at least she's not going berserk..." Kitty said softly.

"Just wait until she gets home, luv," Betsy said as she rubbed the bridge of her nose tiredly. "She's bloody pissed to hell..."

"Petey, Ah'm gonna retire for the night. Thanks for inviting meh," Rogue said as she gave a weak hug to her old college friend. "It's been...memorable."

Piotr looked confused as he hugged her. "Rogue, are you well?"

"Peachy keen, sugh..." Rogue said as the grin that had been on her face since she left Remy's exhibit hall. "Just peachy keen..."

Bobby's car pulled up outside and Rogue strode proudly past everyone and out the doors. Suddenly, all the tension seemed to be released as one collective sigh as everyone slowly returned back to what they had previously been talking about.

"Katya, what was wrong with Rogue?" Piotr said as rushed over, a concerned look on his face. "The last time I saw her so angry, her mother had called and told her they gave away her pet cat."

"Don't tell me you haven't see it either!" Betsy sighed. "Look in there! What do you see?"

Piotr looked confused, but walked into the exhibition hall. Five seconds later, he emerged, looking even more confused. "It's a painting of Rogue?"

"And do you know who painted that picture of Rogue?" Jean asked. Piotr nodded.

"Yes, it's in Remy's exhibition, so it must be Remy."

"Did you know that Remy has been stalking Rogue?" Jean finally spat out. Piotr's eyes widened with shock and Betsy smacked Jean's arm.

"He's not stalking her, Jean, you know that!"

"Then why does he have a freaky painted image of my friend on a gallery wall?" Jean exclaimed as she threw her arms in the air.

"Calm down, luv," Betsy cooed. "I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation-"

"Guys," Kitty said as she tugged on Betsy's arm. "Guys, where did Piotr go?"

Rogue laid on her bed, her arms sprawled across the dark sheets as she stared numbly at the ceiling. She had Bobby drive her back to her apartment and, despite his insistence, went upstairs by herself. Silently, she opened the door and took off her shoes before changing into comfortable sweats and sneakers. Keys in hand and a small mace spray in the other, she took off into the night.

The run took her around numerous parts of the area, trying to work off the anger that had nearly exploded out of her while she was still at the gallery. Even though she had ran herself to the point of exhaustion, she couldn't get rid of her anger, embarrassment, and frustration.

She'd never been put on the spot like that before and the sheer shock of seeing her face staring back at her was confusing at best. No wonder everyone had been staring at her and whispering about her the entire evening! Her face turned red just thinking about how completely naive she must've looked.

But nothing topped what happened in the balcony.

Rogue closed her eyes and bit her lip as a hot sensation flooded her body. She'd never been that close to a man that made her feel vulnerable and safe all at the same time. Gawd...he was felt so nice...Ah bet there ain't a hint of fat on his body...

She felt her heart racing as she remembered the feeling of firm male flesh pressed against her, pinning her against the cold railing. The way his hand gently pressed against her back as his thumb traced tiny circles through her shirt. The hot breath against her soft, wind chilled face and...

Rogue shuddered and shook her head. "Ah'm sick," she established as she rolled over and buried her face in the pillows. "The man is obviously stalking meh and here Ah am, letting mahself loose on the memory of his touch...C'mon girl...didn't yah find that painting the least bit creepy?"

She growled as she kicked and pounded the bed beneath her. It was fairly obvious what kind of man he was when they first met at the museum. But then he hadn't really done anything bad to her. The girls were right, he didn't stay to find out where she lived. And Rogue knew she didn't hear someone enter the balcony after her...he must've already been there...

But the painting! Rogue groaned and rolled over once more to stare up at the ceiling. There was nothing perverse about it. Just her with her hair down...he even used the sweater she had been wearing when he could've easily draw her nude.

Don't forget how he stopped ta ask if yah were okay when yah fell on the bus. she thought to herself. "Okay, maybe he isn't such an sleaze ball...he is kinda cute..."

The phone suddenly rang and Rogue looked over. Under her lamp, her cell phone was going off and she reached over and plucked it off her nightstand. She read the name on the screen and arched an eyebrow.

"Vhy didn't you tell me?" a heavily German accented voice demanded worriedly.

"Good Lawrd, Kurt, it's past three in the morning!" Rogue grumbled as she looked at her clock. "Why are yah calling meh so late!"

"Because I just got a call from Piotr and he zaid that you had a stalker!" Kurt continued.

"He said WHAT?" Rogue gasped as she sat up straight in bed. She let out a groan and mentally cursed. "He ain't a stalker Kurt, he's just some guy-"

"Zhat's not vhat Piotr said! Although, he was quite angry and Kitty vas yelling at him in ze background," Kurt told her. "Zo vhy didn't you tell me?"

"'Cause Ah knew yah'd make a big deal about it!" Rogue frowned. "Now don't tell momma, Kurt! Ah swear, if you rat me out, Ah'll never speak ta yah again!"

"You're lucky I'm feeling generous, mein schwester!" Kurt retorted. "Now tell me vhat happened."

Rogue frowned and launched into a heated triad about her encounters with the Cajun artist. She only stopped occasionally to answer Kurt or threaten him about telling their mother. Finally, the clock was flashing 5:24 AM, and Rogue had finally settled down.

Kurt was still grumbling on the other line. "Yah happy now, Kurt? Ah swear, this is what Ah get for having mah brother be so close to mah friends." Rogue mumbled bitterly.

"Yah...vell, Monday morning, I vant you to go down to ze court house and get a restraining order." Kurt told her. Rogue rolled her eyes. He was so predictable.

"Ah ain't gonna get a restraining order on Remy. He hasn't done anythang bad ta meh."

"YET," Kurt stressed. "You can't expect Piotr to be your bodyguard every time."

Rogue stiffened on the couch, where she had wandered off to while speaking to her brother. "What do yah mean 'bodyguard'?"

"If you zee him again and he bothers you, I expect a restraining order!" Kurt said instead. "It's past five, I zhould get zome rest. Bye, Rogue!"

"Kurt! Kurt! Wait a second, what did yah mean-?" A dail tone rang in her ear and she glared at the phone. Rogue growled and she tossed the phone across the room and onto the leather arm chair. She placed her hand on her stomach as a gnawing feeling of discomfort made itself known.

Ah should call Petey, Rogue thought to herself. She looked at the time on the VCR. Okay, it's too early... Ah'll call him later in the morning.

Nodding to herself, she pushed herself off the couch and stumbled tiredly to her room, stopping only briefly to pick the phone up from the arm chair. She would call him as soon as she woke up.

Yer a very popular girl, Roguey, the half conscious brunette thought to herself as she opened one lazy eye. Two phone calls in one morning...

A hand reached out and felt around for phone and nearly knocked off it's charger as she grabbed it. "Hmm..." she mumbled as she brought it to her ears. "Hello?"

"Rogue? Where are you?"

"Jean...?"

"Are you at home?" Rogue rolled her eyes. Of course she was home, she did pick up the HOUSE phone. "We've been standing outside for fifteen minutes!" Jean gasped exasperatedly. "Don't you hear the door bell?"

"Outside...?" Rogue's eyebrows furrowed as her eyes shot to the clock. 4:13 PM. "Holy mother of...! Gawd, Jean, Ah'm so sorry, sugh! Ah completely over slept-"

"You can explain to us later, just let us in," Jean sighed. "I think your neighbor is going to call the cops on us any second..."

Rogue threw off her comforter and ran out of her bedroom to the front door. A series of locks could be heard as she threw open the door. Betsy was leaning against the wall, a pink baker's box by her feet. Across from her, Jean was standing in front of the door, with her arms cross over her chest and a frown.

Scott was holding a box filled with take out food and smiling weakly. "Ah am so sorry-" Rogue said, still holding the phone to her head. She blushed as Jean reached out and lowered the phone from Rogue's arm. "Sorry..."

"Don't tell me you've been asleep this entire time, luv." Betsy said as Rogue stepped aside and let them in.

"Ah was on the phone with Kurt all last naght," Rogue grumbled as she directed Scott to the kitchen. "He wouldn't stop hasseling meh about Remy."

"Yeah, about that," Jean said. "I was starting to think that you called this thing off and didn't tell us."

Rogue gave her a questioning look as last night's events rushed back to her in full. Her face turned bright red as her eyes narrowed and she shot both Betsy and Jean death glares. "Ah forgot Ah ain't talking ta yah'll."

"Right..." Betsy sighed. She opened Rogue's fridge and slipped the pink box inside. "You can't stay mad at us, luv, you love us too much."

"Unfortunately..." Rogue grumbled under her breath. "Ah should've canceled after last night...Ah honesty don't feel like a party."

"Non sense!" Jean said brightly. "A small get together with a few of your friends is just what you need."

"Speaking of friends," Rogue said with a frown. Jean was already bustling around her living room, fixing random things while Betsy and Scott unpacked boxes of food. "Kurt said something about Petey last naght-"

"Oh, about his gallery?" Jean asked, her back to Rogue.

"Naw...he said something about a body guard..." Rogue narrowed her eyes. "Yah wouldn't know anything about that, would yah, sugah?" Rogue's voice was dangerously sweet and Jean stiffened for a moment before she resumed going through Rogue's CD's.

"Not a clue." Jean said sternly.

"Turn around, Jean," Rogue said sternly. "Say it to mah face." Jean cringed. She slowly returned the CD's back to the shelf and reluctantly turned around to face a demanding looking Southerner.

Jean's eyes crinkled up as she bit her lower lip. Rogue kept her gaze steady. From the kitchen, Betsy shook her head. "She's not going to last..." Betsy sighed.

"Je-"

"We told Piotr that we thought that Remy was stalking you and Piotr went into defensive mode and snuck off. By the time we found him, Remy was on the ground nursing a black eye and Piotr was getting ready to beat the stuffing out of him!" Jean rushed out in nearly one breath.

Rogue stared at her, her mouth open slightly. She expected Jean to cave, but not that much. Slowly, the actions of her friend after she had left the gallery clicked and Rogue's eyes widened. "WHAT?"

Just then, the door bell rang. Rogue didn't seem to hear it as she seethed in front of Jean. Scott was trying to make it way over and squeeze himself in front of his wife so Rogue with throttle him before the redhead. Betsy signed and walked swiftly to the door and opened it.

"Oh...perhaps now isn't a good time, luvs," Betsy said as she looked at the two that had arrived. Kitty had a frown on her face as she held a bag baring two baguettes. Piotr had an equally unhappy frown as he stood behind Kitty holding a box of wine. "Piotr, I think you better run."

"Is that Pete?" Rogue growled from within the apartment. Betsy could've sworn Piotr paled a few shades. Kitty snorted and walked in.

"Yeah! He's here!" Kitty ratted him out as she walked in. "He didn't think it was 'safe' and insisted on coming early."

Betsy stepped aside and Piotr hesitantly walked into the apartment. Someone's heavy footsteps were heard as he reached the living room and came face to face with a furious green eyed woman.

"Petey, TELL meh yah didn't give Remy a black eye!" Rogue demanded. Jean took this moment to snatch the wine from Piotr's arms and quickly run over to the kitchen. She, Betsy, Kitty, and Scott all watched from the breakfast bar as Rogue raged on. "TELL meh that Jean was just joking badly again!"

Jean frowned, but decided not to comment. Piotr raised his hands and took a step back. "Rogue, you are like a sister to me! I can't let someone stalk you like that and get away with it!"

"THAT is the kind of stuff Ah'd expect from Bobby, Petey! Not yah!" Rogue shouted. "Ah can't believe yah would do something like that! That's not like yah! What was going through yer head?"

"He made you mad-"

"And Ah said Ah would take care og it mahself!" Rogue cut him off quickly. "Ah...Ah am so angry at yah right now, Petey! UGH!" Rogue threw her arms in the air and headed for the door.

"Rogue, where are you going?" Kitty gasped.

"Ah need to work off some steam!" The door slammed and silence drifted through the apartment. Scott cleared his throat and looked around nervously.

"I think that went well."

Jean rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Scott."

The late afternoon sun barely got the city to the low 70's as Rogue jogged down the street. Her clothes were the same as the ones she had used while running the night before. She didn't care if her pony tail was completely off to one side and half her hair was falling out of it, all she cared about was getting through the frustration.

Piotr of all people. He was as harmless as a kitten! Rogue shook her head sadly. She never dreamed that he would get so angry as to hit another man. Although, part of her was thankful that her friends cared for her that much. Still...he didn't have ta hit Remy... She turned the corner and headed into one of the small neighborhood parks. Guess that means Remy'll never bother meh again...

That thought sent an unexpected wave of disappoint through her and Rogue slowly came to a stop. Her eyes lowered as she put her hands on her waist and looked down at the ground. "Go figure...just when yah thought yah might actually like him, yah'll never see him again..." Rogue kicked the dirt. "When will mah life stop being one big cosmic joke...?"

"Non, petite, y' can neva make a mistake," Rogue's head shot up as she heard that familiar drawl. "Jus' do what y' want."

"But the colors, Oncle Remy," Rogue curiously walked around a grove of trees and saw a man sitting on one of the benches beneath an old oak. He had a sketch book in his hand and next to him was a little blond girl in front of a isle. She had a tattered brush in her hand and was frowning thoughtfully at her work. "It doesn't match."

"Oncle Remy's work don't always match, petite. Dats okay, y' merely reflectig' reality," Remy said calmly. His trench coat was on the bench next to them as he looked over the child's work. "Y' can never copy reality...too hard, oui? 'Sides, y'r painting be much better than Oncle's."

He lifted up the work sketch book and the little girl wrinkled her nose. "You're not trying, Oncle!"

"Non, Oncle Remy be trying hard, petite..." Remy sighed tiredly as he stretched his arms behind him. Muscles rippled beneath a dark sweater as worn, dark jeans were splattered with paint. "I'm trying very hard..."

Rogue walked around the grove of trees and pretended to stretch out her limbs by a tree a few feet behind them. She glanced over, trying to see if he had a black eye. She took a step further, not paying any attention to anyone other than Remy, when she ran into someone and stumbled back. "Sorry, sugh..." she mumbled as the young woman who was jogging reached down and pulled her up. "Didn't see yah..."

"Sorry!" a female jogger said as she bounced past Rogue. Rogue smiled weakly and began dusting herself off when she felt eyes on her.

"Oncle, look!" the little girl's voice said suddenly. "It's that lady from your painting!"

So the kid saw it, too... Rogue sighed tiredly and looked up, just as Remy turned around. His eyes went wide and Rogue winced as she saw the dark bruise across his right eye. "Oh mah Gawd..."

"Luna, why don't y' start cleaning up," Remy said as he looked down at the girl. "We have to get y' home soon. Y'r mere's gonna have my head if y'r Oncle don't bring y' back on time."

Luna merely nodded and Remy stood up, snatching his coat and putting it on. Rogue stood there like a statue, unsure whether or not to approach him or to continue on her jog. Remy hadn't looked up at her since.

"Oncle, you're going too fast!" Luna pouted as she dumped her water bucket into the bushes. "Wait for me!"

A small, weak smile graced his unshaven face. "Oui, petite..."

"Remy," he could recognize her voice a mile away. He didn't think he'd see her in the park when he took his friend's daughter out to paint. He thought that baby sitting would be a good way to get his mind off her, but fate was cruel and planted her there. "Remy, yer eye-"

"Fell down last night, chere," he told her casually. He sent her a brilliant smile and Rogue felt her heart tug. She could tell that he wasn't all well. "Slipped and-"

"Ah'm sorry about Piotr!" Rogue exclaimed suddenly. Remy's smile left his face and he turned his head away. "Ah didn't know he was gonna do that! If Ah did, Ah wouldn't have let him, Remy. Ah didn't send him or anything-"

"Remy knows," he sighed. "Y' could've just slapped me...Ol' Petey packs a punch." He gave her a lopsided grin and Rogue felt another blow from her guilt. She looked down and played with her hands.

She took a deep breath. "Yah not stalking meh are yah?" Rogue asked quietly.

"Non...I'm not crazy, chere..." he chuckled. "Even when y' drive me up de wall." Rogue blushed furiously.

"What were yah doing in mah building then?"

"Had t' sign some papers for a job," Remy replied as he shrugged his shoulders. He kept his eyes on the little girl who was meticulously putting her brushes away. "Fate just happened to put us in de same building one day...dats all..."

Rogue nodded. She finally lifted her head up to meet his and took a few steps closer. "Why'd yah paint meh?"

"Eh?" Remy jerked his head back, as if the answer was so obvious. "Why'd I paint y'?" he asked, confused.

"Yah heard me," Rogue urged. "Why? Quoi?" She added. Remy smiled slightly.

"Y' don't always see something dat takes y'r breath away like y' do, chere," he took Luna's hand as she reached him. "Didn't want to distrub y'. Just think y're amazing and worth de swipes of mon brush. Didn't do y' no justice, though..." he looked down at Luna. "Ready, petite?"

"Oui, Oncle!" the little girl beamed and Remy took her isle in one hand easily and winked at Rogue.

"See y' soon, chere," He said in a deep, rich voice as red eyes looked her up and down once more before giving her an appreciative smirk. "Don't miss Remy too much."

Rogue cracked a small smile as her face grew warmer. Her heart quickened. "Wouldn't dream of it, swamp rat!"

"Bye, Oncle Remy's femme!" Luna waved and Rogue laughed quietly. They headed around the corner and Rogue let out a little yell. She giggled as she felt back on the bench and blushed as she closed her eyes.

"See y' soon, chere."

His smooth, masculine voice sent tingles up her body. That look on his face made her shudder as he smirked. Rogue let out a content sigh. "Ah got ta admit...that was dang sexy..."

"Feel better?" Kitty asked in a quiet voice as Rogue walked into her apartment. Rogue shrugged and ignored the group that had gathered around her living room drinking wine. Jean was handing everyone some slices of smoked salmon on baguettes.

The door to her bedroom closed and everyone exchanged looks.

"She doesn't look mad any more..." Bobby said. "I think she went running last night, too."

"I hope it got everything out of her system," Jean sighed. "I hate it when she gets mad."

"She gets moody." Kurt nodded. He bit into his piece of bread and looked back at everyone else. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"I'll get it!" Kitty said. She jumped off the floor where she had been sitting and rushed over to the front door. She opened it and greeted the red haired woman with a smile. "Hi...Rogue's friend?"

"Wanda Maximoff," the woman said as she shook Kitty's hand. "I brought some wine." she smiled as she raised a bottle.

"Good! Ah'll need it!" Rogue said. She greeted Wanda with a warm smile and ushered her into the living room. "Everyone, this is Wanda Maximoff. She's works with meh at Lensherr."

Greetings were exchanged as Wanda took a seat next to Rogue. "So Piotr, I heard you had a gallery opening yesterday night. How did that go?" Wanda asked brightly.

Immediately, the room went silent except for the low drone of music in the back ground. Everyone seemed to avoid eye contact and Wanda paled.

"It...went...well..." Piotr said slowly.

"Rogue, did I say something wrong again?" Wanda sighed as she looked at her friend and co-worker. Rogue shook her head and took a big gulp of red wine.

"No, sugh...it's mah fault..." Rogue admitted. "There's this guy who hit on meh when Ah was at that museum exhibit Ah told you about," Wanda nodded. "Well, he showed up at work and was in the elevator with meh...and then Ah saw him when Ah was on the bus and he was on his motorcycle-"

"Oh...a biker..." Wanda grinned knowingly. "Is he cute?"

"That's not the point!" Kurt grumbled. Rogue shot him an annoyed glare and Kurt sank back in his seat.

"He is cute," Rogue told him proudly "But since Ah kept seeing him everywhere, Ah thought he was stalking meh."

"Oh my goodness! Is he?" Wanda gasped. Rogue shook her head.

"Nope, coincidence," Rogue sighed. "But last night, at the gallery, he was showing his work there, too. And-"

"And he painted a portrait of her! It vas veird and definitely a zign of a ztalker!" Kurt shouted. Rogue shot him another glare.

"Ah can tell this story mahself, Kurt!" she told him sharply. "Ah was freaked out and kinda angry, but then he said he didn't mean ta and it was a nice clean painting-"

"Wait a second," Betsy said with a frown. "When did he explain this to you? You left after three sentences last night!"

Rogue mentally swore. All eyes were on her as she looked away. "Umm...Ah...jogging..."

"You met him when you went jogging?" Kitty exclaimed. Rogue stared at her. How was it that Kitty could hear things that she didn't want Kitty to really hear, but the girl's attention span was shorter than Rogue's temper. "That is SO CUTE! Let me guess? He was painting the scenery at a park or something, right?"

Girl is too smart for her own good... Rogue thought to herself. She shook her head. "Baby sitting his niece..." She turned and glared at Piotr. "Ah had ta apologize for SOMEONE hitting him in the eye!"

Piotr shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Wanda chuckled. "So...you like him then?"

"He's not a stalker, that's for sure," Rogue shrugged as she fought down the blush. "But Ah doubt Ah'll see Remy any mo-"

"Remy?" Wanda asked, surprised. Rogue looked up at her and nodded. "Remy LeBeau?"

"Yah know him?" Rogue gasped.

Wanda nodded. "NOW I get it...oh, Rogue, don't worry. Remy's a complete gentleman. He'd never stalk a lady...he probably just painted you because he thinks you're a belle femme." Wanda stressed. Rogue blushed.

Rogue looked surprised. "Wha...how'd yah know?"

Wanda chuckled. "Known him for years," Wanda assured her. "And you WILL see him again, that's for sure."

"Vhat? Vhy?" Kurt demanded. Rogue shot him yet another glare.

"Despite mah brother's obvious annoyance...why would Ah see him again?" Rogue asked, confused.

"Didn't you read the papers for the project?" Wanda asked with a lopsided grin. "Remy's the artist Professor X hired," Rogue's eyes widened as she felt her body turn into jelly. "Rogue...you'll be working it him on the project for the next few months!"

A.N.: Yay, I'm moving along! Thanks for reading everyone! And Chica, this isn't my first fic. It's just my first X-Men fic. :)