AN: Here is the dreaded chapter sixteen. Okay the chapter itself may not be so dreadful but I hate the number. I just know I'm gonna mess this chapter up cuz it's number sixteen. But oh well, cross your fingers. Oh yeah don't expect this chapter to be very long. I want to get the dreaded sixteen over and done with as soon as I can.

Disclaimer: I am disclaiming for both this chapter and last chapter. I do not own Avril Lavigne or however you spell her name, nor do I own any of her music, that is all her's and her's alone. I do not own any of the X-Men either. That is Marval comics. None of what I write should be taken seriously. It is merely for fun.

Chapter Sixteen: Evil Chapter Sixteen

As Rogue suddenly pulled away from Pietro she uttered one word, "Gambit."

Pietro whirled around. There was the cocky Cajun staring at Rogue and only Rogue, not even acknowledging Pietro standing there staring at him angrily.

"Bonjur chere."

"Evening swamp rat," Rogue replied.

"Oh Roguey, Remy loves it when y' call him yo' lil pet names," he said grinning like a mad man.

Pietro thought Rogue was going to snap at him for that, but she didn't. Instead she said, "Ya that is a pet name compared to what else Ah could call ya. Fortunately for you, it's to profane to speak in public."

Pietro snickered at this. And it seemed that Remy finally noticed that he was standing there. Remy gave him an acknowledging smile, but Pietro only glared back at him. "What the hell are you doing here Gambit?" He demanded. "Don't you have any work to do for my father?"

Gambit shook his head with a big smile. "Non, de boss man give us all de night off. Not much to do until we get back to Bayville anyway."

"There's always something to do," Pietro insisted.

"Not tonight."

"Are you sure?"

Rogue rolled her eyes. She had obviously figured out they didn't like each other, and really did not want to be near both of them at the same time because of it. It reminded her of. . . That was strange. Rogue was reminded of something but she couldn't remember what. Two people she knew once. She couldn't remember who though.

"Y' alright chere?" Remy asked seeing the confused look on her face.

"What?" Rogue asked snapping out of it to see both Remy and Pietro staring at her. "Oh ya Ah'm fine," she said shrugging the weird feeling off. "Ah'm just goin' ta get somethin' to drink."

Pietro caught her arm as she started out towards the bar. "Don't worry Rogue I can get it for you."

"Non," Remy interjected. "Remy can get de drinks. Just tell him what y' want."

"I already know what she wants," Pietro said. "Shirley Temple right Rogue?"

"Den Remy will git her one."

"IsaidIwouldgetityoustupidcajun."

And so Remy and Pietro started arguing again. Rogue could see it would be awhile before they finally came to a compromise, even though she was oblivious to why they would be arguing about who gets to get her a drink. So instead of waiting for them, Rogue decided to sneak away while they were busy and get the drink herself.

Slowly she edged away from the arguing Cajun and speed demon. By the time she got to the bar they were still to busy arguing to even know she was gone. Rogue didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. There was only one word to describe those two. Men.

"What can I get ya?" The middle aged bar tender asked.

"Shirley Temple," she said.

The bartender nodded and in a few moments he handed her glass of Shirley Temple. Rogue paid for it and thanked him. Pietro was right when he said he knew what she wanted. Irene used to make Shirley Temples for her years back, but she hadn't had very many since coming to Bayville. Rogue sipped her drink and then stopped. She could have sworn someone called her name, but it didn't sound like Remy or Pietro.

"Hey rogue!" There it was again.

Rogue turned around and scanned the crowd. A tall blond man, wearing a long dark coat was making his way through the crowd towards her. He smiled at her and waved. Who's that? Rogue wondered. She had never seen him before but he seemed oddly familiar.

"Rogue," he said, finally making his way up to her. "It's good to see you again. What are you doing in New York?"

"Um," Rogue said, not knowing what else to say, but the man went on.

"Are you on a mission with the X-Men? Or are you here with friends?"

"What!" Rogue couldn't believe this guy who she didn't even know was asking her if she was with the X-Men. "Why the hell would Ah be with the X-Men? Who the hell are ya anyway?"

A look of confusion crossed the blond man's face. "It's me Warren. Don't you remember? Angel, the guy with the wings. You and Cyclops helped me with my Magneto problem."

Rogue was so close to taking her bracelet off and draining this guy. What the hell was he talking about? "Sorry, but ya must be confused. We've nevah met, an' Ah have never been an X-Man, an only when Hell freezes over will Ah join them, so there is no possible way Ah could have helped ya against Magneto!" She went walk passed him, but Warren stepped in her way and blocked her.

"Okay Rogue I'm not sure what's going on with you, but I think we should go to the Professor to find out," he said. "Does he even know you're here?"

"Why the hell would he?" Rogue demanded. "He aint got nothing on meh! An' there aint nothing goin' on with meh! You're the one with the messed up head! Now get outta mah way!"

Again she tried to go around him, but again he blocked her passage. Rogue scowled and glared at him. He was beginning to make her angry, but unbeknownst to Rogue, what Warren was doing right now would make her angrier once she found out. Warren had come to the club tonight with a lady friend named Betsy Braddock, and she was a telepath. He knew there was something terribly wrong with Rogue. He remembered her from when she and Cyclops helped him. She did have a temper then, but she wasn't like this. She was acting as if she didn't even know him. So he projected his thoughts to Betsy, telling her the problem. Now his only job was to keep Rogue there while Betsy called the Professor using the number she found in his thoughts.

Keep her there as long as you can luv, Betsy said into his mind. I just spoke to Professor Xavier. The X-Men are on their way.

AN: Ooooh drama! Rogue meeting Warren at the club, who saw that coming? Okay if you did see that coming then your really good, cuz I didn't even see it coming till I got Rogue to go up to the bar. So here's the evil chapter sixteen. Sorry its so short. Seventeen will be longer