"Chere!" Gambit smiled when Rogue reentered her room. He'd been busy tinkering with his bike when the doorbell had rung, so naturally he hadn't heard it. All he knew was that when he'd gotten to Rogue's room, she wasn't there. "Where y' been? Remy was gettin' worried!"
"Sorry sugah," Rogue smiled, sitting on the edge of her bed and crawling up until she was level with the lounging Remy. "Scott showed up."
"Scott?" Remy asked, trying to think of whom he knew by the name of Scott.
"The new kid," Rogue clarified.
"Ah, he finally here!" Remy smirked mischievously, "We c'n get t' our prank den."
"No," Rogue shook her head. "Ah talked ta him fo' a bit. Ah lahke him."
"Oh?" Remy asked, squashing the feeling of jealousy. "He tough den?"
"Nah, Boy Scout," Rogue said, shaking her head. "But he's real understandin' an' funny too! And kinda cute." she chuckled, enjoying the look of jealousy in Remy's eyes. Hey, Mystique raised a terrorist, not a liar!
"Cute eh?" Remy asked, pulling her closer to him. "Cuter dan Remy?"
"Ah dunno," she said, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "Ah'd say yo' about even."
"Even? Ain't no one even wit' da Prince o' T'ieves!" Remy protested, rolling over so he was on top of Rogue. He leaned down to kiss his giggling femme when a knock came at the door.
"Um Rogue?" called an unsure male voice that Remy didn't recognize. He looked at Rogue questioningly. 'Scott' she mouthed.
"Yeah sugah?" she asked, arching slightly when Remy's hand trailed down to cup her backside.
Scott opened the door, expecting Rogue to be alone. He blushed when he saw the man on top of her, and quickly lowered his head.
"Oh! I-I'm sorry! Really sorry! I didn't know you were…with someone. Um, the professor told me where your room was and said I should ask you to show me around, but I can see your busy so I'll just…"
"Scott!" Rogue shouted, finally catching his attention. He looked up, blushing when he saw the man was glaring at him, but Rogue looked rather amused. "Finally, Ah called yo' name three tahmes already! Don' worry 'bout it, sugah. Ah'd be glad ta show ya around. It ain't lahke he's (she gestured to Remy) gonna die if Ah do."
With that said, Rogue wiggled out from under Remy, whom didn't look happy at all. He glared harder at the blushing Scott, surprised by the lack of response to his eyes, but too pissed off that he'd interrupted a nice make-out session with his chere to really care he wasn't frightened.
"Remy come wit' y', chere," he said quickly, realizing that Rogue was about to leave with this guy alone. The two looked back at him, momentarily shocked by the sudden offer. Rogue raised an enquiring brow, but Remy just shrugged and moved from the bed. Picking up his trench coat, he followed them out the door.
"I really am sorry," Scott said quietly, head lowered. "I had no idea you were…busy."
"We weren't," Rogue reassured him, smiling.
"Bu' we were about t' be!" Remy cut in, glaring heatedly.
"Remy!" Rogue admonished, "The poor boy's embarrassed enough. Quit makin' it worse!"
"Pourquoi?" Remy asked darkly, "M' yo' homme, y' shoul' be agreein' wit' moi!"
Rogue rolled her eyes at Remy's childishness. She looked at the positively scarlet Scott apologetically.
"Fo'give him, sugah," she patted his arm reassuringly. "Remy jus' hates when he ain't the center of attention. An' he's jealous, though he ain't got no rahght ta be. Way he flirts an' all."
"Quoi!?" Remy gasped, insulted. "Remy don' flirt near as much as he used t', an' I ain't jealous neither! Not o' some Boy Scout."
Rogue stared blankly at him. He crossed his arms and stared right back. This lasted all of ten seconds before he huffed and turned to the wall, admitting silent defeat. He was jealous. Rogue grinned victoriously and turned her attention back to the amused, embarrassed Scott.
"Now, let's get ta that tour!"
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"I hope I didn't cause any problems between you and Remy," Scott said later that evening. The 'tour' had finished an hour ago, and Rogue had offered to help him put away his stuff. Remy wanted to come along, but Rogue had said he'd been rude enough already, so he left with Logan to get some beers at the local bar.
"Not at all, sugah," Rogue said for what felt like the fiftieth time that day. "Remy an' Ah're good. He flirts with ev'rythin' in a skirt, Ah flirt with ev'rythin' in pants, but we both know it don' mean nothin'. He's jus' jealous cuz he ain't the cutest guy no more. He'll get over it."
"Are you sure?" Scott asked skeptically, looking at Rogue disbelievingly – granted, most of his emotions were hidden behind sunglasses.
"Positive," Rogue smiled. "He was the same way when Jamie first arrived."
"Jamie? That little twelve-year-old that multiplied himself?"
"One in the same," Rogue nodded. Scott chuckled lightly.
"Well, that makes me feel better," he smiled at Rogue. "Thanks for all the help, I really owe you, Rogue!"
"It ain't no thang," Rogue said, waving away his gratitude. "Ah remembah what it's lahke ta be the new kid, ta be scared o' ev'ryone cuz ya don' know em or if they'll lahke ya. Wasn' too long ago tha' was meh."
Of course, she conveniently left out the part about being their enemy before switching over. Her welcome-wagon had been less than pleasant, and if it hadn't been for Logan's acceptance and friendship, she wasn't sure she would've stayed long enough to meet Remy when he arrived. True, Logan hadn't been very hospitable at first, but he seemed to understand what she was going through. To find out everything you knew was a lie, and not know anything beyond that, it wasn't fun. He couldn't remember a damn thing about his past, and she didn't know a damn (true) thing about hers. Two peas in a pod, as they say.
"Well, all the same, thanks," Scott smiled. "I was really freaked out about coming here, but excited too ya know? The possibility that I could learn how to control my powers, or at least make a difference in the world, it was too good to pass up!"
Rogue nodded, smiling gently at him. He really was a good kid. Naïve perhaps, but a good kid all the same. She definitely liked him.
"So," she smiled teasingly, breaking the companionable silence. "What did ya think of our resident telepath?"
"Xavier?" Scott asked, though he had a sinking feeling that wasn't whom she meant.
"Nah sugah, unless he grew himself some hair, Ah mean Jeannie. Ah saw the way ya'll looked at each othah!"
Scott turned ten shades of red, something he'd been doing far too often since arriving. He turned his head away, sitting down on his new bed. Rogue sat next to him, crossing her legs and eyeing him expectantly. After a few minutes, he realized she wasn't going to let up until he said something.
"So…" he trailed off, looking at Rogue hopefully, "does she have a boyfriend?"
"Hah!" Rogue crowed triumphantly, jumping from the bed only to float in the air. Scott watched her, amazed for a moment, before anticipation for her answer came back.
"Yeah sugah, she's got a boyfriend," she stressed the 'boy' part. "A moron who don' know nothin' 'bout nothin'. Ah wouldn' be suhprahsed if he didn' know what colah her eyes are!"
Scott felt his heart sink when Rogue said 'yes', but he was startled by her continuation. It was obvious she didn't like the guy, but that someone didn't know what color Jean's eyes were. He saw things in red, but even he could tell they were a gorgeous green. Granted, they weren't quite the emeralds Rogue must've possessed, but they were still gorgeous.
"Hm, Ah think ya'll would be good fo' each othah," Rogue nodded. She knew Scott wasn't aware he'd said Jean's eyes were gorgeous, and she thought she would cut him a little break. "Ah think she was gonna break up with him anyway, an' if she don', then one o' us is gonna break him! He's a mutant-hater, an' Ah wouldn' be suhprahsed if he still wanted ta date Jean aftah findin' out she's a telepath."
"But that's good right?" Scott asked, feeling his hopes rise slightly when she said she thought Jean was going to dump him. Rogue looked at him blankly.
"Fo' answers on a test," she finished.
"Oh," Scott looked at the carpeted floor, "that's awful!"
"Yeah, well, he don' know jack shit! An' Ah don' mean just about us bein' mutants either."
The sound of motorcycles stopped their conversation.
"That'd be Remy," Rogue said, looking towards the window. Scott nodded.
"Hey Rogue," Scott called from the doorway, as the woman started down the hall. She turned to face him, a questioning look upon her face. "Thanks."
Rogue rolled her eyes, "Ah told ya a thousand tahmes, sugah, ya don' need ta thank meh."
"I know," Scott smiled, "just thought I'd make it a thousand and one."
He closed his bedroom door, and Rogue smiled softly. Yeah, Scott was definitely in her good books.
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