Summary: Rogue is reading Remy's journal while he's away and finds out a little too late that he still loves her. Or is it…?

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Chapter Two: Pourquoi Pas?

Okay. So I went to Rogue's room to intercept her just ass…wtf? notebooks need spell-check too Remy see I mean, as, I planned on. As soon as she opened the door, I was all over her.

'Chère get de Cajun special, non?'

Focus. Anyway, she opened the door and I rushed her for a kiss. She never knew what hit her…that is, until she started to absorb my powers and memories.

Ah ha, yeah, I forgot to put up that little thing called my barrier before I touched her. Therefore I almost ended up in a crumbled pile of Cajun Spices on the floor. Ha, can't you see ol' Stormy sweeping the pieces of me up now? Shut up!

Hey, I was in a haste to kiss her!

Where was I? Ah oui, the kiss. The pain I felt was nothing compared to the pain of Rogue's punch. That's right, once she gained her wits about herself, she punched me full force in the stomach. I mean she punched the shit out of me.

And it was almost in a literal sense too.

I fell to my knees in pain.

I think she rearranged my insides. I'm not joking, because if I poke myself in my side, I suddenly have to pee. Now what human or mutant do you know that has a bladder on their sides in plain reach? C'mon now.

I had to grab the walls to help myself up as she glared at me with her hands on her hips. Oh la la, those hips…

Ahem…sometimes my hand writes things my mind doesn't mean.

I did remember to do one thing though before the kiss. I blocked the plans for the day out so she wouldn't absorb them. Good work, I patted myself on the back for that one.

Not for long.

When I looked up and saw that her eyes were glowing red instead of their usual emerald color, I gulped. I knew I was in trouble. And I mean trouble.

Not trouble like, I hid Scott's visor so he couldn't see for three hours and he made me spend three extra hours in the danger room with Wolverine. Nope, that was nothing. I'm talking about real trouble like, 'I'm tellin' yo mama on ya' trouble.

Her looks could kill. So I did the only thing I could do. I smiled, jumped up and yelled happy birthday at the top of my lungs. I could tell she was surprised; no one was supposed to know those things about her, but I did.

After she took a few more swings at me and some very unladylike words from her, I finally convinced her to go out with me. Well, I had to blackmail her into it too, but hey, whatever gets the job done, right? Très vrai.

Breakfast was uneventful as usual. A few of the younger students would talk about what they would be doing this summer while I tried to charm a certain southern belle. You know, nothing pass the usual disturbances.

I flirted with Rouge or got too close, she fumed. I touched her and she tried to knock my block off. Like I said, uneventful.

I waited until later in the day to make my move on Rogue. I caught her by the elbow when she was heading down the stairs and damnit if she didn't sucker punch me dead in the jaw. I would prefer a nonviolent relationship with her to say the least…

Her apology?

'Damn ya swamp rat! Ya can't be sneakin' up on uh gal like that! Ya almost gave meh uh plum heart attack!'

I ended up apologizing instead.

Damn that femme and her uncanny talent to make me the guilty one! Damn her!

I shook it off and smiled, taking her gloved hand in mine. I told her it was time for our date and she sighed, complying nonetheless. We headed out on my bike towards the hallowfest in the park.

Big mistake. I never knew Rogue was a, pardon moi, big bitch when it came to rollercoasters.

She pleaded with me all the way to the top of the hill to just get it over with and kill her. I mean, I didn't understand what she was so afraid of. We face our deaths in battle almost everyday, yet she never showed fear. She had to be de toughest femme Remy knew.

Yet, all that changed when we made our way downhill. Mon Dieu, that femme got ta screamin' and pullin' on Remy. I thought she was gonna break the guard rails and fly outta there.

I don't understand her. She can fly on her own and fights guys ten times bigger then her, yet she was scared o' uh lil rollercoaster. Rogue's scard o' coasters.

Pardon moi while I LMAO.

D'accord, je suis d'accord.

Once the ride was over, she demanded that we leave the park. I gladly complied, having had my fill of laughter for one day.

We headed back to the mansion to pick up some of the younger students for trick or treating. At that, my Rogue was extremely surprised. She asked me why I would offer to take the kids out when she thought I just wanted to take her out.

I told her that I wanted her to get used to being around me and kids. It was our future…and then I tried to kiss her.

And got punched right in my stomach…again.

"What is t'is! Punch de Cajun day! Damn vous femme!"

Ahem Pardon moi for that outburst, but you've got to understand. She drives me crazy and at the same time makes me love her. But I swear to mon Dieu, if she hits me again…dis Cajun gonna snap. Oh and I mean it.

Remy's gonna SNAP.

Whoa, who am I kiddin'? Rogue'll probably beat me to a pulp before I get the chance to go all Ragin' Cajun on her. Oh well.

I let that punch slide…mainly because I had to use the bathroom all of a sudden. Speaking of…brb…

…Guess who I just saw in the hallway? Oui, Cody, that bastard. He was asking me for directions around the place and I just shoved em out the way. I t'ink I pushed em down the stairs too…

Yup, he's still lying unconscious at the bottom. Now, LOL about t'at Cody. Le ha, le ha.

Merde, here comes Scott to tell me what I did was wrong. If it was up to ol' one eye, everyt'ing Remy do would be wrong.

'Remy, don't push people down the stairs. Remy, don't be late for Danger Room sessions. Remy, don't hide explosive cards under my pillow. Remy, stop cutting the brake lines to my car. Blasé, blasé, blasé, yadda, yadda, yadda.'

Petty stuff.

Back to the story.

So we were walking and talking on our way back to the mansion with the kids in front of us. She told me that she enjoyed our 'date' and I was happy to hear that. When I made sure that all the students had went indoors, I turned Rogue to me and said:

"Rogue, Bon Anniversaire ma chérie."

I was this close to kissing her before Cody showed up from out of fucking nowhere!

As soon as she saw the ghost of a bastard, she was all over him. He gave her some sob story that I could tell was fake. I was a thief, after all. She, of course, fell for it and he took the chance and proposed to her on the spot.

I swear that Remy's jaw hit the concrete like a ton of bricks.

As I stood there all slack-jawed with bugs probably taking up residence in my mouth, she accepted without a thought and they walked right pass me.

Like I was a visitor!

The nerve of them!

But t'is Cajun has a plan. I always do. Rogue ain't gonna be walkin' up no aisle less it's towards me.

------->Insert evil yet sexy French Cajun laugh here ----------

Uh oh, dry throat. Let's end t'is entry pour le soir, non?

-RL

A/N: Thanks for everyone who reviewed. It's you all that gave me ideas to update.