The first thing that Remy noticed when he opened the front door, were the four empty bags of chips littering the ground around the couch. The second thing he noticed, was the two empty one liter soda bottles on the coffee table next to the half eaten bag of Cheetos.

"Hey." Pyro greeted robotically with his eyes glued to the TV screen and his Xbox controller glued to his hands.

"Sup." Kitty droned, mirroring Pyro in a very disturbing way.

"Oh God, there's two of them." Remy grumbled as he shut the door behind him, "At least I don't have to worry about you two touching my food, hmm?"

"Aww dammit!" Pyro threw his controller on the floor and raked a hand through his unkempt red hair, "That's not fair." He whined as Kitty victoriously punched the air, "Blabber mouth over here was distracting me! I'm no good at racing games... it wasn't a fair fight!"

"That's the name of the game, loser." Kitty kicked her socked feet up on the coffee table and pulled the bag of Cheetos onto her lap, "I told you I was good. You chose not to believe me."

"You look like you've had a productive day..." Remy said sarcastically, slowly taking in the sight of Kitty wearing her flannel pajamas with little sheep all over them.

"Hey, I haven't worn my pajamas all day since I was twelve. And in my defense, I showered. I just put my jammies back on when I was done." She shrugged, stuffing a Cheeto in her mouth.

"I thought you were going to work on your resume today." Remy grimaced at the Twinkies wrappers on the arm chair before wiping them onto the floor and sitting down.

"Oh! I totally did!" She beamed at him, licking the Cheeto dust off her fingers. She picked up a yellow legal pad off the floor and handed it over to Remy, "See? Done."

Remy blinked at the paper, looking back up at Kitty with disbelief, before dropping his eyes back to the paper, "It's hand written..."

"Well duh. I don't have a computer, now do I?" Kitty shrugged, "It's a rough draft. I texted it to Rogue, she'll type it up for me and print off a couple dozen copies."

Remy inspected Kitty's rather unimpressive looking resume, noticing that she'd neatly printed out what type of font she wanted it to be in, the size the font should be for each section, how many spaces should be between each bullet point, all in brackets in the top right corner of the page.

She'd obviously put far more effort into her resume than appearance would dictate.

"You were valedictorian?" He looked up at her skeptically, "I know it's easy to lie on a resume, but you have to make it believable."

Kitty rolled her eyes, "Yeah well, when you go to a school of morons, it's not hard to be the top moron."

"You don't have much experience." Remy said as his eyes scanned the rest of her resume.

"I don't exactly think putting Mutant Vigilante down would be a great idea, and that pretty much ate up five years of my working life." She tossed the bag of Cheetos back onto the coffee table and stood up, wiping any residual orange dust from her hands onto her pajama bottoms.

"So, according to this, you finished high school four years ago, and you've been doing nothing since then." Remy raised an eyebrow, "The odds aren't exactly in your favor here, petite-"

She snatched the legal pad away from him and narrowed her eyes, "I'm an effing people person."

Pyro snorted and Kitty turned her evil glare towards him. "And I'm a fast learner. I don't care what my resume says, if I can just get one interview, I will get a job."

The three staccato knocks on the door interrupted Remy before he could make any other snide comments about her lack of experience. Kitty hurried over and pulled the door open with a happy grin, "Yay!"

"You owe me big time." Rogue frowned, handing over a stack of resumes as she stepped into the apartment.

"Yay!" Kitty repeated, closing the door behind Rogue and looking over the document in her hand. The smile dropped off her face. "This isn't the font I told you to use, Rogue. I specifically said to use a serif font."

Rogue squinted at Kitty and shook her head, "Nobody understands what that means, Kitty."

"Then Google it! You wrote my resume in Comic sans!" She winced as she said the words as if they caused her physical pain. "Everyone will think I'm a total joke! This is completely unprofessional!"

Rogue rolled her eyes, "Chill the hell out, nobody will even notice."

Remy peeked at the resume over Kitty's shoulder and hummed, "I bet they'd notice you spelled computer with an f though."

"Compufer? I have great compufer skills?" Kitty whimpered and sank down onto the bar stool with a pout, "This is horrible."

"Well, you know what they say about wanting things done right." Rogue raised an eyebrow, "Do them your goddamn self."

"Maybe I would have if I owned a compufer!"

Kitty smacked her head on the island a few times and Rogue slipped a resume off the top of the stack to inspect it herself, "You're being over dramatic, Kit."

"Am I?"

"No, these are pretty bad." Remy nodded as he continued to inspect the resume in Rogue's hand, "I think she's being the right amount of dramatic."

Rogue scowled at him and turned her attention back to Kitty with a frown, "You know, you don't technically need to work. You have money in-"

"You have money?" Pyro's interest in the topic at hand piqued and his eyebrows perked up. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging.

"No I don't." Kitty snapped, turning back to Rogue, "Shut up."

Rogue shook her head, "Kitty-"

"Fine. I'll do it myself. Okay? Is that what you wanted? I'll go to the stupid public library and type up my own resume like a schmuck."

Rogue sat down in the stool next to Kitty and gingerly took the pile of bad resume's out of her hand, "I happen to know for a fact that you own a computer."

"It's broken." Kitty answered quickly. "It's still at Lance's house. And I don't have a printer."

"Kitty," Rogue's shoulders slumped and she let out a defeated sigh, "I don't know what to do here-"

"You said you were going to be supportive." Kitty pointed an accusing finger at Rogue and narrowed her eyes, "I'm working things out. Leave me be."

Rogue nodded silently as Kitty pushed herself off the stool, "Okay. So, I guess I have to go get dressed and find out when the library closes." She announced with a sudden smile, "Who knows, maybe they're hiring."

When she disappeared into her room, Rogue shot out a breath and rubbed her forehead with the tips of her fingers, "This supportive crap is over rated."

Remy rested an elbow on the island next to her and casually leaned his weight against it with a well practiced half grin, "You look stressed, chere."

"Wow, you're a natural Sherlock Holmes." Rogue snorted, "What was your first clue?"

"Need a massage?" He winked.

Rogue's face twisted up, "No. God you're weird..."

His well practiced half grin grew strained and he blinked a few times under her stare before eventually opting to change the subject, "So, what were you saying about Kitty having money?"

"It's complicated," Rogue mumbled with a shake of her head, "And since I'm 'being supportive'," She said with air quotes, "It's nothing."

"Doesn't sound like nothing." Remy knit his brow skeptically.

"Look, it's her business. You want to know, you talk to her." Rogue said pointedly, "Actually, a better idea would be to just let it drop. Nothing good comes out of badgering that girl, believe me."

"I'm pretty good at getting women to talk." Remy's smirk came back in full force and he wagged his eyebrows, "And moan."

Rogue turned to face Remy with a furrow on her brow, "Listen,"

"Oui?" He crooned with a toothy grin.

"I need you."

"That's right you do." Remy purred with lidded eyes.

"I need you to look after her. You know, take care of her and crap. I can't be here all the time, and I don't like the thought of her being all alone."

Remy's perfectly formulated sexy look quickly morphed into a frown, "What?"

"You owe me, Gambit." Rogue said with a pointed look, "I helped you with your family."

Remy squirmed uncomfortably at the mention of this particular event, not exactly in love with the idea that he wasn't a complete mystery to the woman sitting in front of him. "That was different."

"You're right. It was different." Rogue arched a brow impatiently, "You kidnapped me and forced me into feeling pity for your situation in order to make me help. Do I need to kidnap you?"

Remy smirked, "That would make it more fun-"

"Kitty is my family." Rogue continued with a determined frown, "I need you to promise me you'll watch her for me. "

"So, you want me to babysit your fully grown friend." He stood upright and crossed his arms.

"No, I want you make sure she's okay. And make sure she stays that way." Rogue turned her eyes towards the slothenly Pyro as he clicked away on his Xbox controller and grumbled, "I guess she wasn't completely stupid in her idea to move in with you morons after all."

Remy rolled his eyes and held up his hands, poised to shoot down her unreasonable request, when the corner of her mouth quirked up she looked up with her big, kohl lined eyes and said, "I wouldn't trust just anybody."

"Oh hell." He grumbled, pressing his thumb and forefinger against his eyes, "Fine. Whatever."

Rogue broke out into a grin, "Thanks." She gave Remy a punch to the shoulder and stood up when Kitty emerged from her bedroom fully dressed and ready to go.

"Alright, let's get this over with." She mumbled, grabbing her keys and jacket before heading out the door with Rogue close behind, leaving Remy to wonder how exactly he'd been roped into doing someone a favour.

Owed or not.

Pyro snorted, dividing his attention between the TV and Remy, "You're whipped, mate."

Remy rolled his eyes skyward and shook his head, "I'm not whipped."

"That little Sheila's got you wrapped around her little finger," Pyro grinned at the TV, "That my friend, is whipped."

"There's something wrong with her." Remy concluded with a scowl, "It's like she barely even notices I'm around. Maybe she's gay."

"Oh yeah sure," Pyro scoffed sarcastically, "Because no straight woman could ever resist the Don Juan Lebeau."

"Exactly." Remy said matter-of-factly, "And it does explain why she has such an invested interest in the little... Minette."

"Ah well," Pyro shrugged, his thumbs tapping frantically on the controller buttons, "Can't win 'em all, eh mate? What's it feel like to be manipulated by a scissor sister?"

Remy scowled and chucked a Twinky at Pyro's head.