Chapter Seven: Fist Fights and Flirt Delights

Rogue couldn't believe it. She was actually having a good time! And with an acolyte! She and Gambit had spent the better part of two hours just walking around the base. It wasn't as big as the institute, but it was still pretty impressive. And she hated to admit it, but Gambit wasn't so bad himself. She had to keep reminding herself that he was the one who tried to blow her hand off, just so she wouldn't like him.

"And dis chere is our danger room." They walked into a larger than average white room.

"This is your danger room?" Rogue asked, holding back the laughter.

Remy looked offended. "Course it aint as fancy as de one at de institute, but so far dere have been no complaints.

"If ya'll are trying to get meh to join by showing meh how fancy your equipment is than your failing miserably." She laughed.

A mischievious smile formed on Remy's face as he got an idea. "Well den, let's see how y' handle it."

"Ya want me to fight in this thing?" Rogue asked.

"Oui."

"Let meh guess." A grin grew on her face. "Against you right?"

"Oui."

Rogue's grin grew even wider. She was going to have fun with this.

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Every time Pietro passed Kurt, Kitty, or Scott in the hallway he found himself being the subject of their glares, which at the time could probably rival one of Rogue's. Every time something went wrong he seemed to get glares from the x-men. It kind of made sense. It was always the brotherhood or Magneto who were causing trouble, and since Pietro was Magneto's son and a resident at the brotherhood boarding house, who else would they want to blame?

Between one of his classes, he was surprised by Lance who slammed him against a locker. "So what did you do to her?" Lance asked angrily. "What does Magneto want with Rogue?"

"Why do you care?" Pietro asked. "Since when have you ever cared about Rogue?" Then it struck him. An evil smile formed on his face as the answer became so clear. "Well, well, well, it looks like little miss Kitty has you on a short leash. She even has you doing interrogations for her."

"Shut up!" Lance slammed Pietro again, only harder this time.

"Whats the matter Lancey Wancey?" He teased. "Will Kitty not give it to you if you don't beat me up?" Lance's fist came flying down on Pietro, who acted quickly and sped out of Lance's grip and the path of his fist. "To slow lover boy," Pietro sang.

Lance turned to where Pietro was now standing. "You won't get away with that Pietro!"

Pietro smirked. "You know I'm pretty sure Rogue didn't think the acolytes could get away with kidnapping her, and it's already been a day and she's still their prisoner. It's just a shame you'll have nothing to tell Kitty, who wont be able to give you a treat for being such a good little dog." And with that Pietro sped away from Lance, who stared angrily at where Pietro once stood.

That morning Lance found Kitty really upset. Kitty had told him everything that had happened. He knew she was the enemy, and even though they had feelings for each other he should stay away from her, but he couldn't stand to see her like that. He thought that if he could get something out of Pietro he could help, but it obviously failed.

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Rogue threw a punch at Remy who successfully dodged it. He went down and swung his leg beneath her, hoping to take her legs out from under her, but Rogue jumped just as he leg went under. He quickly got up and they continued the fight.

For awhile Rogue was caught up in the fight and completely forgot where she was. It was just her and Remy, and his stupid, stupid Cajun smirk. They kept their eyes on each other the entire time, anticipating each other's moves. Completely lost in the moment, Rogue forgot where she was, and there was only him. It was the same for Remy. By looking at Rogue he was reminded of a beautiful amazon from Greek mythology.

"Your wearing down chere," He noted.

"Ah'm just getting started."

"Sure y'are chere," he said in a humoring manner. He grabbed her from behind, and Rogue took his arm and twisted it around his back.

"Any ting for a belle femme," Remy was trying to keep his voice toneless, in an attempt to keep her from letting on how much pain his arm was causing him.

Rogue lifted her leg and rested her food on his lower back. "Don't call meh . . ." She released his arm and kicked him so hard he stumbled and landed on the floor. ". . . Chere!"

Remy sat up and grinned at her. "But y'll always be ma chere."

He once again swung his legs under in attempt to trip her. This time she was caught off guard by what he said and felt her legs be pulled out from under her. Remy was on top of her in a heart beat, his hands holding her wrists against the floor, completely pinning her down. "Looks like Remy wins chere!"

Rogue began to struggle beneath him. "Get off of meh swamp rat!" Remy's smile only widened as he tightened his grip on her.

"Know what chere?" Remy asked. "Remy likes this position. Maybe y' should just stay dere."

Rogue stopped struggling and smirked up at Remy. "Maybe not." Her legs came up from behind and wrapped themselves around his waist and began pulling him backward. Soon the positions were changed and Rogue was now the one on top. "Ya look good on the floor Gambit," she laughed. "Maybe ya should stay there."

"Only if y' stay wit Remy." He replied grinning. "Remy would stay on de floor all day if de chere would be dere wit him."

"Don't call me chere!"

A/N: Woo, chapter seven is done! I spent all day at school working on this and then had to retype it when I got home. Okay not so bad but I'm lazy and don't like typing things twice, because I typed it at school, and we're not allowed to use email, and I don't have a working floppy disk. But it's all good. Hope you enjoyed chapter seven!