Hey I am so back! And sadly unless I work very very fast on BID, this is my last update before school starts. Bah. I have until the 31st but there's this little issue contributing to the chaos. I'm in the middle of moving and I have to pack and clean everything so that's taking a considerable amount of time. But have no fears I shall continue writing. And for those of you who are new to this chapter, a good bit of advice would be to read from the beginning as this story will be hard to follow, guaranteed if you pick it up after chapter one.

Disclaimer: (looks around) Even if I did own Marvel, it's probably in a box right now so can't help ya there.

" Good advice is always certain to be ignored, but that's no reason not to give it."-Agatha Christie

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Remy gulped. "Chére, it ain' what it looks like."

Tabitha pushed him away. "Yeah, really it isn't Rogue."

"Really?" Rogue asked with a raised eyebrow. Apparently she had recovered from her shock. "Cause it looks like two people huggin' ta me."

"Dat be because Remy was huggin' de fille, but it ain' what yo' thinkin'."

"An' how would ya know what Ah'm thinkin'?" Rogue challenged. "Unless ya recently developed telepathy."

"Jus' don' go an' jump t'any conclusions," Remy said cautiously.

Rogue crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Ah ain' makin' any conclusions but yo' doin' one helluva bang up job doin' that on yo' own."

Remy looked in panic to Tabby who was trying to think fast but was coming up with nothing.

"Why does everyone here act like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar before dinner when their lil relationships are revealed?" Rogue sighed. "Look, y'all are perfectly entitled ta do whatever ya want with whoever ya want." She rolled her eyes.

"Y' ain' mad?" Remy asked cautiously.

"No. Should Ah be?" She asked curiously. In all truth she wasn't mad. She was devastated. She had been coming down to talk with him about the confusion surrounding his proposal to go out. She thought she had been rather rude but he'd frightened her.

That comment of hers stung Remy a bit.

"Look Gambit." Rogue stressed his codename, which made him wince. "There ain't nothin' happ'nin' between us. So why the Hell would I care if ya an' Tabby were all ova each otha? Though Ah'd rather y'all not get too cozy in the dinin' room."

She headed over to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. Remy frowned. "It ain' like dat, Rogue. Remy was only huggin' her 'cause she be enciente."

Rogue spun around with a questioning look. "Really?"

"Oui." Remy smiled, relieved at the sudden change from pissed off to sweet.

"Well, congratulations, Tabby." She smiled. "Do ya know how long?"

Tabitha sighed and placed a hand on her belly. "About five or six weeks." She looked down, expecting the obligatory older person lecture she had escaped from Remy.

Rogue smiled again. She congratulated herself mentally on how good it was as neither of them seemed to notice that it was forced. "Well, that answers a lotta questions Ah had."

"Remy so glad y' understand, Chére." He smiled in relief and stepped closer to her.

"What's not ta undastand?" Rogue asked calmly. Then her eyes narrowed. "If ya eva call me that again, Ah'll be obligated ta kill ya." She turned to Tabby. "Well maybe not yo' most rational choice, but Ah'm sure everythin's gonna work out fo' ya."

"Thanks." Tabby gave the older girl a half smile.

"Well Rem, Ah was comin' down ta tell ya mah descision. But ah guess this told ya for me." Rogue flashed a dazzling smile.

"Remy ain' so sure dat he get what y' mean..." Remy raised a cautious eyebrow.

Rogue's smile slipped. "Ah'd think it's perfectly clear."

Remy shrugged helplessly. He tried to catch Tabby's eye but she looked just as puzzled.

Rogue sighed. "Remy, Ah ain' the kinda gal who can do what yo' askin' fo'." She took a deep breath. "We'd both be foolin' ourselves. It wouldn' ever work out between us."

Remy's eyes widened. "Remy no understand."

Rogue hardened her eyes. "Why ya bein' so damn difficult? Ya think hard an' take a good look inta Tabby's eyes an' then tell me ya don' get whah Ah ain' gonna consida yo' offer anymo'." She scowled. Then she turned and stalked off.

Remy and Tabitha watched with dropped jaws as she exited.

"What de Hell was dat about?" Remy gaped at the doorway.

Tabby thought for a moment and then whistled. "I think I know." She bit her lip, a pale blush appearing on her cheeks. "You kinda didn't explain this whole thing too well..."

He stared at her. "Quoi?" At her blank look he translated. "Whatta y' talkin' bout?"

"I think she thinks that..." Tabby avoided his eyes. "We...You and me...you know..." He stared blankly and she blurted quickly. "She thinks its your kid."

"Why moi?" Remy asked the ceiling in a pleading tone. "Why always Remy?"

Tabitha took a deep breath. "Oh man. I am such an idiot." She dropped back into her chair. She put her head in her hands and leaned her face into the table. "Now I've gone and ruined everything!"

"No, y' didn' do nuttin'." Remy tried comforting her.

"Oh I did. And I so have to go and talk to her. Maybe if it gets explained..."

"P'tie, t'ain' yo' fault. She was gonna say no anyway."

"No!" Tabby cried. "She was coming to say yes, I just know it! She was hiding it. I know the signs! And stupid stupid me went and ruined it!"

"Ruined what?" A perky voice floated toward's them. "Um, am I, like, interupting something?" Kitty asked as she cautiously stepped into the room.

"No, but you can stay and wallow in misery with us if you want." Tabby gestured to an empty chair.

"Uh oh, I know that tone of voice." Kitty rushed to sit beside her. "What happened?"

"Oh nothing too bad." Tabby sniffled. "I just totally ruined all chances for Rogue to get with him." She nodded to Remy and buried her face in her arms.

"But that's not possible." Kitty frowned. "What could you possibly do to make her get over him?" Kitty smiled encouragingly.

"I told her about...something that made her flip." Tabby hesitated, unsure whether she should tell Kitty her secret.

"Like, what? Rogue normally doesn't get set off too easily." Kitty frowned.

Tabby bit her lip and looked helplessly at Remy. He shook his head, nope telling her business had gotten him into enough hot water this morning. She hung her head. "If I tell you, you can't tell anyone, alright?"

Kitty looked immediately concerned. "Is everything okay?"

"Just promise." Tabby urged.

"Alright, I promise." Kitty nodded nervously.

"I told her that..." Tabby took a shaky deep breath. "That I'm kinda gonna hava baby." Tabitha winced expecting the resident gossip monger to jump at that like a dog to a bone.

Kitty glanced from Remy's look of self-loathing to Tabby's guilty face. "Let me guess, Rogue freaked cuz she thought it was his?"

"Got in one p'ti'e." Remy nodded sadly.

"But...That's a physical impossibility!" Kitty argued. "Ohhh she's totally too stubborn for her own good sometimes!" Kitty scowled. "You and Remy never...well you, like, know what I mean." Kitty blushed a little. Then she looked suspicious. "You didn't, did you?"

"NON!" Remy scowled at her. "Remy ain' neva touched de fille!" He glared at Kitty, insulted for the insinuation. "Not ever!"

"Ok, geez, like, hold your horses. I was only trying to like, get my facts straight, you know?" She turned to Tabitha. "So then, like, what made her think that he was the dad?"

"De fille was cryin' an' upset when she told Remy bout de bebe, so Remy hug her den Rogue walked in an' completely blew de t'ing outta proportion." Remy explained.

"Oh." Kitty nodded. Then she turned to Tabby. "Is it true?"

"That Remy isn't the father? Uh Yeah." Tabby raised an eyebrow.

"Actually I meant that you were having a baby, but I guess that answers that question." Kitty smiled shakily. Then she looked curious. "If it isn't his then, who...?"

Tabby sighed miserably. "I wish I knew, alright?" She grumbled irritably.

"Oh." Kitty bit her bottom lip, slightly taken aback. "How far are you?"

"Five or six weeks." Tabby said simply. "Give or take a few days."

Kitty squealed and hugged the other girl. "Now there'll be a reason for me to go shop for baby clothes! Wow, you're gonna be the first X-mom! That's so cool!"

Tabby smiled shakily and shot Remy a nervous look. "Um, yea. Cool right. Listen Kit, you've really gotta keep this quiet. Okay?"

"Aw really?" Kitty frowned. "Shoot."

"Yeah. Look I don't want this to be public knowledge until there is no physical way I can deny it."

"Well, Tabby, this isn't really, like, the kind of secret that you can hide for a long time." Kitty raised an eyebrow skeptically. "I mean, you're already almost two months along. Aren't you going to, like, start showing soon?"

Tabby nodded. "Yeah but I should have a little while to go. I need to figure out what I'm doing and I don't need all of everybody harrassing me about it with questions."

Kitty nodded in reluctant acceptance. "Wait, like, what do you mean you need to figure out what your doing?"

Tabby teared up. "Kitty, I'm seventeen. I never had my own good example of a family and babies deserve a good family. I grew up in a disfunctional home and I wouldn't wish that on anybody else. This baby was an accident. I don't even know who the father is. I don't have a job or money or anything. How can I take care of a kid?"

Kitty bit her lip, unsure of how to answer. Remy looked curiously at her.

Tabby continued in a soft and fearful tone. "I don't even know if this kid deserves to live the screwed up life I made for it."

"Woah! Time out!" Kitty gaped. "You aren't thinking about what I think you are, right?"

Tabby hugged her arms around herself. "Maybe. I don't know." Her voice was small, and scared.

"But, you totally can't!" Kitty argued. "That's, like, murder of the highest and cruelest sort! It's, like, totally not right!"

"I know, I know." Tabby frowned. "I'm just so confused right now, alright? I never wanted this to happen! This is going to ruin my life!"

"Tabit'a? Why do we fall down?" Remy asked gently, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. She stared blankly at him. "So we kin learn t' pick ourselves up." He said in a soothing voice. "Yo' bebe won' ruin yo' life. Change it, oui, mais sometimes change be a bon t'ing, non?"

She sniffled and burried her face in her arms again. "I don't know what to do. I just don't know. I need chocolate ice cream." She whimpered.

"Luckily for you, the professor like, owns stock in Ben and Jerry's or something." Kitty laughed and headed to the specially designated ice cream freezer. "Personally, I think the Professor must personally know them or something." She reached in and pulled out a pint of Ben & Jerry's. "This looks appropriate." She laughed and showed them. "Chocolate Therapy Mood magic. It's got Chocolate Ice Cream with Chocolate Cookies & Swirls of Chocolate Pudding. And the label thingy says 'Uh-oh. Call the emotional rescue squad. Whatever wrinkle, glitch, minor upset or major mishap may be the cause of your discombobulated state, that "must-have-chocolate" mantra you're muttering calls for primal s'cream therapy of the sublimest chocolate kind.'. Sounds like this will help. You want some Remy?"

"Better not." He shrugged. "Sounds like a chocolate overdose in a cardboard package t' Remy."

"Sounds like heaven in a cup to me." Tabby sighed.

"Remy'd rat'er not, just ate breakfast."

"Like, suit yourself." She proceeded to divide the pint into two bowls. "This isn't going to make you puke, is it Tabby?" Kitty asked curiously.

"No." Tabby shook her head. "That was breakfast. Baby didn't like that food much. But baby wants the chocolate ice cream, don' you, baby?" Tabby asked her perfectly flat belly. "Yes that's right."

Kitty giggled and passed the bowl.

"You are so a lifesaver, kit." Tabby sighed happily with her eyes shut in bliss.

"Like, anytime." Kitty smiled gently. "That's totally what friends are for."

Remy stared from one girl to the other. "What is it wit' filles an' chocolate ice cream? O' chocolate in gen'ral?"

Tabby shrugged. "This would be such an opportune time to burst into the song 'That's what girls do by No Secrets." She laughed. "But as this website doesn't allow song lyrics any more heartsyhawk will need to work on somehow creatively doing it so in a later oneshot it will be her own lyrics to the same song."

"Huh?"

"Who dis Heartsyhawk be?" Remy asked suspiciously.

"Only this crazy chick who seriously gets her kicks from destroying our lives. They say that she's worst to her favorites. And if that's true, and the other rumors are, I would head for the hills if I were you. Actually, I may join you. Just let me go find Wanda, Pietro, and Rogue first. Oh and Pyro."

THAT IS SO NOT TRUE! I COULD NEVER CAUSE PERMANENT HARM TO ANY OF THE CHARACTERS I LOVE THE MOST!

"Are you this heartsyhawk person?"

UM...NO.

"Really, cause, like, you referred to yourself as 'I' when Tabby said that Heartsyhawk-"

OK ENOUGH QUESTIONS? ANYONE WANNA PLAY A BOARD GAME? I GOT LIFE, MONOPOLY, HARRY POTTER, SCRABBLE...

"Who de heck are we even talkin' t'?"

"Like, obviously 'not' heartsyhawk."

WHY DO YOU MOCK ME! OK then, I know how to fix this. (Approaches Harry Potter) Hey Potter can I borrow that? Thanks (Grabs wand) OBLIVIATE!

"Um, Remy? Like, did you say something?"

"Oui, What is it wit' filles an' chocolate anyhow?" Remy asked with a slightly dazed look.

"Oh. Chocolate is, like, totally God's gift to people."

"Yeah, it's proof that He loves us and wants us to be happy." Tabby grinned digging into her dish.

"Remy t'ought dat was beer." Remy chuckled.

"According to Benjamin Franklin, yeah. But he wasn't female." Tabby smiled.

"It's a girl thing, and you wouldn't understand. But, like, would you believe that chocolate is good for you?"

"Quoi?" Remy raised both eyebrows.

"It totally is!" Kitty grinned. "Chocolate comes from cocoa beans. And beans, like all other legumes, are like, totally considered vegetables. So technically chocolate is, like, a vegetable. And with all the milk in it, you're like, getting two important food groups at once. And if it has fruit or rice krispies in it, you're only adding to the good."

"Dat so?" Remy smiled. "Den guess dat be enough of an excuse t' eat de stuff den, non?"

"Like, totally." Kitty nodded happily. "But, like, that isn't all. It can help you lose weight too, and control a diet."

"How so?" Remy asked curiously.

"Well, if you eat a bar of chocolate before every meal, it'll take the edge off of your appetite." Kitty said knowledgeably. "And chocolate has these things called flavanols, which, like, help keep cholestoral down , and are totally good for your heart and can even prevent cancer."

Remy looked pretty impressed. "How y' know all dis peti'e?"

"Like, I read an article on it for a project in school."

"Oh yeah, hey I remember that." Tabby spoke up thoughtfully. "I read the article cause you left it lying around. Didn't it say something about chocolate having dwarferins or something? Whatever it is that makes you feel happy?"

"Endorphins." Kitty laughed. "And they make you feel like you're in love too. Which is why the greeting card and candy companies push chocolate on Valentines day."

"An' t' t'ink, Tantie Mattie usedt' smack us wit' a rollin' pin everytime she caught us eatin' de stuff befo' dinner." Remy chuckled.

"Well, maybe I should stop then." Tabitha frowned at her bowl of icecream. "I don't do so well with love."

"Like, what do you mean Tabby?" Kitty asked gently.

"I'd rather not go into it." The other girl said in a haunting tone of voice. "But love is what got me into this mess in the first place." She held a hand to her belly. "I suppose I deserve this. Or maybe fate just likes laughing at me."

"Oh Tabby..." Kitty frowned, hugging the other girl comfortingly.

"Remy sorry y' goin' t'rough a tuff time, chére." He put a hand on her shoulder.

Tabby sniffled and smiled ruefully. "What are we sitting around here drowning in my misery for? We should be worrying about how to make sure this doesn't happen to anybody else, like Rogue and Remy for starters."

"That's, like, totally right!" Kitty perked up. "We have to put them back together. I don't want all that work to go to waste."

"What work?" Tabby asked curiously.

"I spent, like, a lot of time last night and this morning working on what I'm calling project happily ever after. Rogue is, like, too stubborn for her own good. I'm not going to let her get in the way of her own happiness."

"No way!" Tabby grinned. "I've been planning too. I've been helping Remy, cause sexy as Hell or not, he's clueless."

"Yeah, I totally hear ya." Kitty giggled.

"Um, peti'es? Remy be right here."

"Oh, right." Kitty grinned apologetically. Then turned her attention back to Tabby. "Maybe we should compare notes?"

"Great idea." Tabby nodded. "I bet we can so do this. With the two of us giving them subtle pushes, they can't fail."

"Yeah. And I bet you'd have some great ideas to help me with the wedding!" Kitty squealed.

"W-Weddin'! Filles, ain' y' jumpin' de gun kinda a lot?" Remy asked in a panicky voice.

"Oh yeah, they aren't even technically a couple yet." Tabby frowned in disappointment.

"Oh, like, that's kinda crucial huh?" Kitty sighed.

"Oui!" Remy exploded. "Jus' slightly!"

"Ok, so we need to fix this little mess then." Tabby bit her lip thoughtfully.

"Rogue isn't going to cooperate so well." Kitty warned. "She's going to be thinking that you were trying to play with her mind, and she hates that."

"Remy know. When we went t' Louisiana t'get'er she tol' Remy dat. We got dat in common." He hung his head.

"Why don't we, like, just lock the two of you in a closet until it gets solved?" Kitty asked.

"Negatory Kit." Tabby shook her head. "The way Rogue gets when she's pushed in any direction, we'll be lucky if we can identify the corpse by Remy's dental records."

Remy gulped. "Let's avoid dat scenario, daccord?"

"Ok...We could tie her to a chair and then stick 'em in the closet."

"Nah, Rogue's creative. And how would she get tied to a chair in the first place? I'm sure not gonna try it. She'd go all homicidal."

"Please don' talk bout her dat way? Y' makin' de femme Remy be interested in sound like a psycho intent on killin' us all."

"Sorry." Tabby shrugged. "But how do you honestly think she'd react if we hogtied her and stuffed her in a closet? And then put you in there with her."

"Y' got a fair point." Remy admitted.

"Then, like, what do you suggest we do?" Kitty sighed.

"Remy could jus' go talk t' her, non?" He suggested.

"Are you, like, totally crazy!" Kitty gaped. "That would never work! We need to think of something so creative that she'll have to admit how much she wants to be with you."

"Mais, all y' creative plans gonna end up in Remy dyin' young an' painfully." He pointed out. "An' Remy'd rat'er not put murder on her conscience. Not t' mention dat deat' don' sound so appealin' t' a twen'y year old."

"You just don't get it!" Kitty shook her head sadly.

"No, I think he does." Tabby said thoughtfully. "He has a valid point. Neither of them will get a happy ending if she brutally kills him. And then all our work will be a waste. Maybe we should give his idea a shot. After all, this is his relationship. And it's our only good plan so far."

"I think we'd all be better off with the closet idea." Kitty grumbled. "But we'll keep it as back up."

"Alright. Now lets go. Remy can talk, and we can make sure that things don't get violent." Tabby stood up, putting her bowl in the dishwasher.

"Love yo' fait' in Rogue, filles." Remy sighed. "C'mon. It prolly better t' get dis misunderstandin' fixed quick befo' it gets worse."

"Yeah, you're, like totally right and stuff." Kitty agreed and put her bowl in the dishwasher too.

The trio headed upstairs with the hope of reparing the mess.

Mean while, Pietro was laying back on his bed. The bloody nose had stopped a while ago. Now he was trying to sort through his confusion. Since his lovely little chat with Rogue, he felt like he had unsuccessfully tried to swallow an entire orange and now it was stuck in his throat.

He hated himself for admitting it, but he had been hoping the 3 guys had been talking about Rogue. Then it wouldn't personally affect him so badly. He knew without asking that it wasn't his sister, and he was very thankful for that fact.

Wanda was simply still too stuck in the cootie phase that she'd never really had a chance to grow out of in the asylum. She freaked out a lot when Toad tried to hug her, and she'd probably die screaming if he ever kissed her again. There was absolutely no way she could be pregnant, unless her crazy and uncontrolled powers did something funky.

But what he was feeling right now, he didn't understand. The third and final option was Tabitha. And he didn't know why it would bother him that somebody got her pregnant, but it very badly did.

"I don't even like her." He said aloud with a slight scowl.

Something inside told him that he was lying to himself. And he knew it. Last night, he had felt a raging fire in his heart when he found the 3 guys harassing her. And now he felt like a stone had sunk into his stomach.

He stared in blank bewilderment at his ceiling, not noticing the dark shadow that entered his room. He grunted in frustration and pulled his pillow over his head to stifle his scream.

"Maybe it's just me, but Ah'da thought if yo' pillow was attackin' ya'd be able ta fight it off." An amused and Southern voice broke his thoughts.

"Funny." He removed the pillow to glare at Rogue, who was sitting at the foot of his bed.

"Ah thought so." Rogue smirked.

"What-are-you-doing-in-here-anyway?" He rolled his eyes.

"Now Pietro, cain' a lady jus' talk ta a handsome gen'leman without reason?" She pouted.

He looked at her suspiciously. "What-do-you-want-Rogue?"

"You." She smiled and batted her eyelashes.

"No-seriously." Pietro raised an eyebrow.

"Who said Ah was kiddin'?" Rogue said in a soft tone, as she crept closer. "Ya are what Ah want. Only ya."

She put a hand on his knee and he jumped nearly to the moon. He sat up and pulled his legs in close.

"Rogue, don't-hit-me-or-anything-but-are-you-taking-drugs-or-something?" He blurted nervously.

"Now, darlin' it ain' nice ta go an accuse a gal o doin' stuff lahke that." She shook her head.

"Ok, Rogue. Please don't get mad." He said cautiously and slowly. "Are you drunk?"

"Silly, ya know Ah neva drink." She smiled coyly and sat on her knees in front of him.

"Rogue, you're-starting-to-scare-me." He frowned.

"Oh, now ya know Ah didn' mean ta." Her bottom lip trembled and her eyes widened.

It was then that he noticed her eyes were red rimmed. That left two conclusions. That she had completely gone out of character and had in fact been drinking or... "Rogue, have you been crying?"

"No Ah have not." She scowled. Her saccharine sweet tone returned. "Though thanks fo' ya concern, Sugah."

"What-happened?"

"Nothin' that ya can' make betta fo' me." She grinned. "Ah need ya." She reached for his hand and he freaked.

He jumped up. "I-dunno-what-the-Hell-is-up-but-you're-freaking-me-out!" He said in a panicky voice. "I'm-getting-McCoy."

Rogue narrowed her eyes. And with reflexes enhanced with speed borrowed from him, she grabbed him tightly by the arm. "Ah don' think so."

"Rogue, let-go!" He glared.

She scowled. "So much fo' catchin' mo' flies with honey than vinegar." She kept a firm grip on him as he tried to wriggle his arm from her grasp. "Look, yo' not goin' anywhere. Y'all are gonna sit right here an' listen ta what Ah'm gonna say, mkay darlin?"

"You-are-a-friggen-syko!" He bellowed. "Let-go-of-me!"

"If ya don' sit down right now, Ah'm gonna tear this arm offa ya an' beat yo' brains out with it." She growled.

"I'm thinking you are on drugs." He sneered. "Or-maybe-my-earlier-assumption-was-right. Maybe-you-are-the-one-the-goons-were-trashing. You're-sure-having-enough-mood swings." He spat.

She twisted his arm a bit, just enough to get her point across. "Ah was acting like that ta get yo' attention. Though, Ah'm guessin' that this way is more effective."

"Owowowowow!" He whimpered as her grip tightened. "Lemme-go! That-hurts! You-can-have-anything-you-want, my-wallet's-on-my-dresser-and-Toad's-is-in-his-pillow!"

"Ah ain' afta money."

"Then what do you want?" He whined.

"You, Pietro Eric Maximoff, are gonna take me out tomorrow alright?"

"Rogue this is really not how you ask somebody out." He winced feeling his arm wrenched painfully out of place.

"That's cause Ah ain' askin' ya, Ah'm tellin' ya." She smiled pointedly. "Ah ain' givin' ya any choice in the matter."

"Why the sudden change of mind?" He asked through gritted teeth. "Normally you can't stand being in the same room as me."

"That would be because yo' ego don' fit in the same room wit' other people, Sugah." She explained as if it were obvious. "An' desp'rate times call fo desparate measures. But ya can consider this ya way ta make up for callin' me a whore an' accusin' me of bein' pregnant."

"What if I say I won't?" He sneered.

"Ah know that ain't gonna happen." Rogue smirked and twisted his arm, increasing her grip on his forearm. A disheartening crack left him gasping painfully.

"OkayOkay! Uncle-mercy-pity! Whatever-just-let-my-arm-go!" He howled in pain.

To his surprise she released it without complaint. He cradled his injured arm and stared incredulously at her.

"Why me?" He asked softly.

"Cause yo' the one who'd hurt him the mos'." Rogue said in a low defeated tone.

"Hurt who?" He asked cautiously.

She pulled her knees close to her chest and sighed.

"I'm gonna presume that Gambit did something." He raised an eyebrow. Suddenly she looked helpless. She nodded mutely.

"What'd he do?" Pietro asked gently. "Did he say he wouldn't take you out or something?"

She shook her head wordlessly.

"Did he...say something off color?" She replied the same as before.

"Then what happened?" He asked, slightly exasparated.

"He asked me out." She said and then trailed off, leading him to believe that wasn't the entire story.

"And..." He prompted.

"And Ah said no." Again he knew she wasn't finished. So he gave her a look and she sighed. "But then Ah saw that he looked all cres'fallen an' so Ah thought about it an' decided Ah'd give him the benefit of the doubt an' try it out. Ah found 'im in the kitchen." She took a deep breath and he waited patiently for her to continue. "Apparently he was only jokin' or messin' with me or somethin'. Cause Ah found him an' Boom Boom all ova each otha." She mumbled in a tone that implied her heart was on the verge of shattering over this revelation. "An' when he tried explainin' his ass outta that situation, he acciden'ly told me about their dirty lil secret that won't be too secret for long." Rogue sighed and put her chin on her knees. "Well at least if everythin' goes right, anyway. That lil issue will be visible to everyone real soon."

"You mean...?" He trailed off leaving her to answer.

"She's about a month an' a half along." Rogue sighed again. "In bout seven an' a half months she's gonna be a mama ta his baby."

Pietro froze, an expression of shock registering on his features. He felt like the mansion was crashing around his ears.

Rogue took a deep breath. "An' then ya know what that bastard had the nerve ta do?" She continued bitterly without waiting for a reply. "He kep' persistin' an' tryin' ta act lahke he didn't get why Ah wouldn't go out with him. In fronta the gal who's carryin' his kid." She made a sound halfway between a huff and a sob. "Ah can' b'leive Ah was so stupid."

Pietro looked at her in alarm. He was still in a hazy state but he could see she was horribly upset. He didn't say anything, figuring that it would be best to let her get the whole thing off her chest before trying to help.

"Ah mean, ta think that Ah actually thought he was serious! But lookin' back on it, whah would he want someone he can' touch when he has that insatiable appetite fo' sex?"

Pietro looked in pity at her. He sat beside her, still uncertain of what to say. She continued before he had the chance.

"An' she can definitely give it ta him. An' now he's hers fo'eva wetha he wants ta be o' not
cause that baby needs a daddy. An' Ah wouldn' take that away from anyone." She sniffled. "Ah can' get ova the fact that Ah fell fo' his cheesy lines."

Pietro snapped back into his senses enough to wrap his uninjured arm protectively around her shoulders. "Hey, it's alright. Don't cry, he isn't worth the tears." He said in a soothing voice.

"Ah thought he really liked me, Pietro. Ah really thought he did." She said softly. "He sounded so sincere. An' like he was barin' his heart ta me. Ah can' believe Ah fell fo' it. Ah'm so damn stupid." She sniffled.

"No you aren't." Pietro said gently. "It's him who's an idiot for trying to pull something like that."

"Ya really think so?" She asked, and it melted his heart how helpless she sounded.

"No, Rogue. I know so." He told her confidently. "And if he thinks you're just a toy, then he isn't even worth getting upset over. And it's his loss."

Rogue sniffled and gave a half smile. "Ah guess yo' right."

"Aren't-I-always?" He gave her a cocky grin.

"Yo' incorrigible." She chuckled and playfully smacked him.

"I know." He winked. Then he grew serious again. "Why me? Why'd you ask me out if you just got dumped?"

Her eyes hardened again. "Ah got mah reasons."

He raised an eyebrow. "Care to fill me in?"

"Ah need ta show him that Ah can do better'n him anyway. An' in the way that would hit his backstabbin' heart the hardest." She admitted. "He hated workin' fo' ya daddy, Pietro. He hated ev'ry thin' bout it. An' yo' Magneto's son. It'll prove mah poin' an' hit him where it hurts."

His lips curled into a smirk. "So-this-is-a-revenge-date? To-hurt-Gambit?"

"Um, basically...yeah." Rogue shrugged with a coy smile.

"Why-didn't-you-just-say-that-to-start-with!" He cried, exasperated. "Instead-you-came-at-me-practically-oozing-that-Southern-Charm-thing-of-yours-and-scaring-the-crap-out-of-me!"

She winced. "Ah kinda hoped it would seem mo' real if ya didn' know the name of mah game."

"So-er-why-choose-that-approach?"

She flushed slightly and looked embarrased. "Ah've seen ya respond ta othas when they act like that."

"Ok Rogue, lets-get-this-straight. It-works-for-cheap-and-easy-floozies. But-never-you-alright?"

She nodded and twirled a lock of hair around her finger.

"So ya gonna help me?"

"Rogue, I'll take you out, and it will look so real and you'll look so happy that the swamp rat will have to get his jaw surgically replaced." Pietro promised with a smirk.

Rogue smiled softly and surprised him by throwing her arms around his neck in a hug. "Thanks so much, sugah." She whispered into his ear.

He looked startled but patted her back. "No problem." He smiled. "Anything-to-show-off-my-acting-abilities." He winked.

Suddenly Rogue caught the sound of footsteps. After a second, she identified them to be from 3 seperate people. And by the muffled voices, she decided that there was a pair of pink sketchers, a well worn set of hiking boots, and the third set, she guessed to be those damn metal boots Remy was always wearing. It always had amazed her how he could walk so quickly and quietly in them.

She knew this because of the voices.

"Like, what are we doing in the boys dorm wing?"

"Wolverine completely flipped about Pietro being in my room Kit. Guys aren't allowed in the girl's wing." Tabitha explained. "A fat lot of good it would do if the Badger killed him before he got to do what needs to be done. We're going this way to evade suspicion."

"Oh." Kitty agreed.

"An' Remy don' really want Wolverine guttin' him."

Rogue turned to Pietro. "Play along." She mouthed to him.

He tilted his head but nodded. She arranged herself beside him, with her head resting on his chest and both arms loosely wrapped around him.

"Oh Pietro," She simpered, louder than her normal voice as Remy and the two girls were passing. "Ah'd love nothin' mo' than ta go out with ya, Darlin'."

Remy froze in front of the door. Slowly he turned. In time to see Rogue practically all over Pietro. He stared blankly. His jaw hit the floor as Rogue nuzzled her head under Pietro's chin with a sweet smile and a look in her eyes that implied she was lost in happiness.

Kitty and Tabby turned around to see what was wrong with him. Four blue eyes widened and their jaws dropped.

Pietro smiled cockily. "So tomorrow it is then. You'll have a blast. I'm sure of it."

He rearranged her so she was practically in his lap and grinned. He lowered his face to hers and watched her eyes widen. "Don't freak" he mouthed to her. She nodded slowly and forced herself to relax enough to trust him and wind her arms around his neck and close her eyes with a smile.

Pietro got within a millimeter of her lips, and Rogue sighed inwardly. It was a lot better than nothing, but it was that much more tantalizing from this close up. To anybody who was not in their faces it looked pretty darn genuine. Pietro pulled away slowly with a wink.

Remy made a tiny protesting squeak of disbelief from the doorway. Rogue's eyes fluttered open and she sighed in content, though that was only for show. She then turned to Remy and acknowledged him and the two girls.

"Oh hey guys. Ah didn' see ya there." She smiled.

"Well you wouldn't, from, like, Pietro's lips!" Kitty cried out. "What on earth was that about?"

Rogue put on a joyous smile. "Pie's takin' me out ta see the ballet tomorrow." She drawled.

Tabitha frowned for a second before retorting. "Aw what a coincidence. Remy's taking me."

Pietro turned to Rogue in alarm at the same time that Remy looked at Tabby incredulously. Both of them had panicky "I am?" looks on their faces.

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Oh what a tangled web I weave. So hard to believe that I'm so abusive to my favorite characters isn't it? I've been told its a good thing that this is only to the fictional loves of my life. Else my kitty cat Dobby would shave himself, move to Mexico, and pretend to be a Chihuahua so I wouldn't find him, and my boyfriend and sister will join him...So anyway, be patient the Romy will eventually happen. I promise. Though this may be an opportune time to point out that when I first started reading X-men Evolution I was a rabid Rietro fan. Thankfully I quickly saw the light and reformed. I'm having fun writing this and I hope you are enjoying reading it. So now would be the most perfect time to review. Speaking of reviews...

JediTwitch- (Glances at Pietro hiding under the couch with Tobi) Yeah, I guess you could call him that. And sadly, I may be enjoying it a bit too much. But it's just so fun...Well honestly, it's Rogue. She does kinda have every right to be suspicious. He isn't too trustworthy if you think about it...And that would be too kind to the goons, wouldn't it? Thanks for reviewing.

Dis Chick Digs Da Fuzzy Dude- Well, Romy is usually all about the Drama. And she doesn't so much turn and run, but yeah there's a wee bit of miscommunication goin' on. I may have been keen on Rietro when I was young and stupid, but now Romy is the only way I can see it. But I can promise that when they do end up getting out of their own way, it will be worth the wait. The Goons? Yeah. They'll get what's coming to them, eventually. Mebe they'll get the same fate as Carmen...hm that would be fun. As for who the father is, well I ping pong myself on that one, but I won't reveal it until the kid is born. But no worries, it will be good, if I may say so. Thanks for reviewing.

howlerdrode- Yeah, Drama's like peanut butter. The thicker the better. Especially when coupled with lots and lots of fluff. What can I say, I have a lot of monkey wrenches to throw. And yes the goons will be served a heap of justice. So you get workin' on Untold Story alrighty? Thanks for reviewing.

MidniteAngelGoth- It wasn't that evil was it? Okay, granted it was. The cliffies attack me and I have no choice but to put them in the story. The only more fierce thing is the plot hounds that are reproducing like syko drugged rabbits. They gnaw on my knees. So you can blame them I suppose. I don't think most people were expecting the Tabby thing. That was initially for another story, but it is working perfectly well here. Thanks for reviewing.

ishandahalf- I liked writing it. I wanted her to abuse him worse but he's needed for her twisted plot so he's for the most part unharmed. Yeah, hot water about describes it. Rogue has every reason in the world to be skittish and jealous and he doesn't exactly have a clean rap sheet with girls in past relationships. Though it is a dangerous time to get close to Tabby, with emotions all over the place and tension flying high. Well, I'd say Tabby and Kit both have their hearts in the right place, but maybe they should consider a professional when it comes to magic. Don't ya think? Thanks for reviewing.

Sweety8587- Sometime soon I'm gonna get started on my own fanfiction site. It will be called My dad and I are gonna run it. I don't know when it will happen, but I like the idea. Yea exactly. Looks like Rem and Lady Luck had a falling out. If you ever catch the bad-timing-dude let him have it from me, lol. Thanks for reviewing.

Nettlez- Yeah, but I think the way Rogue takes it, it should be poor Remy. She's kinda jealous. Thanks for the review.

tinuviel-telcontar- I'll be the first to admit, I can get a little mean when it comes to Pietro. Yeah, Rogue really does have every reason in the world to be jealous, skittish, and untrusting when it comes to Remy. If it were me, I'd make him live in a cage in my basement with a human-sized hamster wheel and a slot to push food though, but that may just be me...Thanks for reviewing.

Masau- Yeah, well there's a perfectly good saying when it comes to assumptions. When you ASSUME it breaks down to something that makes an ASS out of U and ME. Yeah, I like the movie 'Hitch'. I'll be doing an Evo version...eventually. Thanks for reviewing.

NaijaStrawberrie- Glad you liked it. Thanks for reviewing.

MagCat- Poor all of them really. Actually, I never liked Roberto/Tabby much either. But as they did this thing with it in the comix...I thought I'd do my own little versionlet in the Evo-verse. Sadly I'm not going to be revealing who the father is until the baby is born, but you're welcome to guess. Glad you liked it, Thanks for reviewing.

sheisbeautiful-sheisnotme- Actually, ironically enough I'm not a fan of soaps. But writing them is sure fun:) Thanks for reviewing.

Rogue14- Take note, that's what happens when one assumes bad things about Rogue. Got it one, but do you really blame her? I mean, put yourself in her shoes for a moment. Thanks for reviewing.

WolvGambit Le Diable Blanc-Glad you like it. Thanks for reviewing.

Rogue Gal- I hate when the site does that, don't you? Glad you liked it thanks for reviewing.

FluidDegree-Yeah, well Rogue isn't such a big person on trust so ya I'd say you're right about that. Thanks for reviewing.

black cat of the black rose - Thank you. Glad you like it. Thanks for reviewing.

Cat2fat900-I hear ya. Everytime I go away I miss the best updates. It's a guarantee from Murphy's law. Glad you like it, thanks for the review.

Cat2fat900- Hm that oddly sounds like something Pyro would worship. That would be cool. LOL. Yeah and sadly the dad isn't Pie. It makes me sad too, but I can promise a tabbietro happy ending. Yup got it in one. Rogue always was skittish with stuff like that. Thanks for reviewing (both chapters).

Q T Pie- Mk. Thanks for reviewing.

el diablo- Well, it's not really my fault, you see, there's these monster plot hounds that gnaw on my knees and they like cliffies. Well, if you're weird, I guess that makes me wierd to cuz I was cracking up writing it. But that's okay. I like being weird. Thanks for reviewing.

epicmuse- Glad you like it. Thanks for reviewing.

Boy Howdy let me tell you guys that I am so glad I'm still allowed to do that. After that scare with no review responses, that feels so good. I want to use this space to thank all of you who told me, and sent the petition, isn't it so awesome that it was only a false alarm? I love all of you who review me, and I love reviews so hop to it! LOL See ya next time

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