Disclaimer: Marvel owns all X-Men related things, thought I own this fic and the general concept for it.

Rating: T, may change to M, depending on how far I go with the relationships. Rated for language and mature subject matter.

For ROMY AMV fans: If anyone is interested, go to MySpace videos and search for Rogue Gambit X-Men Evolution videos. Anything by "Care Bear Karen" was made by myself. I have made 3 videos for ROMY. Two are from Evolution, the other is a slideshow of images. Hope you guys check 'em out.

On with the story!

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"See ya later guys," Rogue called out to the other x-girls as they left the Institute almost right after getting home from school. They had come back from Bayville High, another week of education being completed and Rogue being that much closer to graduating. Kitty, Jean, Jubilee, Amara, and Tabitha, along with some of the guys as dates, were going out for the Friday Night All Ages party in New York City, taking the Hummer, or 'X-Van', along with them.

Rogue once again declined the outing, not only for her previous depression, but also her worry for her new abilities. Every now and then, she had iced over her food, or phased through the floor, landing on her ass as a result. Nothing too serious had happened, but she didn't want to risk it being in such enclosed spaces that her friends were so used to being in.

She had gone back into the mansion and back up to her room. She got ready to take a nice long hot bath since there was no one to interrupt. Just as Rogue got back into her room, towel wrapped securely around her body, not even before she could close her door were there a pair of strong arms, covered in a long sweater, wrapping around her waist and sweet Cajun drawl sounded in her ear. This would be her third reason for not going out with the others.

"What do ya want, Swamp Rat?" she asked in a coy tone, turning to face him in his embrace.

"Jus' de company of a belle femme," Remy replied, "Saw ya comin' in an' thought I'd say bonjour to mon amour."

Rogue and Remy had started a bit of a commotion around the Institute when Rogue had let it spill about what happened in the Infirmary to Kitty and Tabitha. Naturally, the news spread like wild fire; within 12 hours, all the students and staff found out, Logan not at all pleased with what he had heard. The guys showed either worry for Rogue or hatred to Remy, and the girls were either jealous of Rogue or swooning over Remy.

Overall, there were mixed reactions, both of the individuals receiving some form of negativity towards their current status. It had been three weeks since Remy had moved into the Institute, and they had yet to go on a real 'date', but Remy had begun to accompany Rogue to her sessions with the Professor, incase they had wanted to try out her control. He was willing to help in any way and explained to the Professor that he would do what he could to help Rogue. The Professor had no objections, looking at his pupils with a joyful smile as he saw what he had hoped for when he first built the Institute; mutants helping each other to accommodate themselves with their gifts, especially those in real need support of others.

As of yet, Rogue had no success in the sessions with Remy. She did not want to absorb a large intake, so they agreed it would only be a tap on the finger. Rogue had absorbed a piece of Remy each time, his memories not really transferring. She had seen a few of his father, one or two of his brother and cousins, and one of a blonde haired and violet-eyed woman that seemed fairly recent. Rogue had not questioned Remy on this woman, but she assumed it was a past fling he had, not absorbing enough to really know his connection to her. Though these sessions didn't seem to go anywhere, Rogue could tell Remy wasn't disheartened at all. He seemed completely positive that control was within her reach and it'd only be a matter of time before she would have it.

And while there had not been much progress in Rogue's control, there was defiantly a progress in her relaxing attitude towards everyone. She wasn't lashing out as much anymore. Just the other day Jean had read her mind without asking, commenting on it to Rogue, but she didn't even notice, pretending like it was part of a normal conversation when normally, she would have flipped on Jean for invading her privacy. The Goth girl was coming out of her shell and everyone knew the reason why.

"Well, hello tah you too," she replied sweetly to the Cajun, slipping out of his embrace and moving to her desk, dropping her bag and leaning against it as she continued to speak, "Ah take it ya aren't findin' much tah do around here?"

"Only when you not 'round, chere," he answered, sitting on her bed and facing her.

"Ya mean ya not enjoyin' Wolverine's Danger Room trainin'?"

"Dat man needs a girl, chere. He be enjoin' tormentin' de students a bit too much. Though I think you'd be happy to hear some news de Professor told moi," he answered, peaking at Rogue's interest.

"Oh, and what mahght that be?" Rogue asked, interest and curiosity lacing her tone.

"Said dat when you done gettin' your high school diploma, he wants you and me to join de full time staff, dat is if you aren't plannin' on college." Remy explained, seeing Rogue's face light up.

"Ya serious?! That's great! Ah was hopin' that the Prof. would let me stay here after high school 'cause Ah really didn't plan on going to college, least not yet. Didn't know what to do in life, so Ah wanted to stay here until Ah had that figured out," she explained, a smile broadening across her face in excitement, "Are ya gonna become part of the staff now then?"

Remy saw how the news was a weight of her shoulders and it meant a lot to him as well, knowing the Professor trusted him enough to bring him on as a teacher.

"Oui. Said I can start whenev'a I please," he replied, standing up from the bed and moving closer to Rogue, a devilish smirk gracing his lips, "And until you join on de staff, dis seem to be a lot like a 'professeur et étudiant' relationship, non?"

Rogue clearly understood what he meant, but slapped the idea right out, "Would work if this "relationship" included a date, Swamp Rat."

"Oh, mon cherie a girly-girl aft'a all?" he stated, earning a punch from Rogue as he chuckled, "Don' worry, Anna. I actually had somethin' planned fo' us tonight," he stated, winking at her as he moved towards her balcony.

Entering and exiting her room through the windows had become routine for the two now. It had started off as a safety precaution so certain scent-smelling mutants wouldn't know Remy was there. But even if he wasn't around, Remy just found it easier and more comfortable than just strolling through the halls.

"Be ready by 7:30," he said blankly, ready to swing onto the sill.

"Ya mean we're goin' out t'night?" she asked, stricken by the sudden proposal.

"Why not? Friday night, belle weather… belle fille all to myself," he answered, hoping to convince her.

"Hmm… well, Ah guess so." She answered, giving in to his idea, wondering what he had planned.

"Bon. We're goin' somewhere a bit fancy, so a dress may be in ord'a, chere. Oh, by de way," he said swinging back into her room and placing a quick, but sweet, kiss on the top of her head, "Je t'aime, Anna."

"Je t'aime aussi, Remy," she replied, feeling a bit giddy as he genuinely smiled at her before heading back out the window. And just as he left, Rogue dove for her closet and began the woman's tradition of 'having nothing to wear!'.

'Maybe Ah should wear some of the stuff we bought tahgether,' she thought to herself, pulling out some of the newer and more… sassier clothing Rogue had bought with Remy.

It was a few days after she had recovered from her power trip those three weeks ago and Remy had decided he couldn't stand Scott's wardrobe anymore, even after everyone had grown an acceptance to Remy's joining of the team. So he had talked Rogue into coming with him to buy some new clothes and on the way, he noticed Rogue staring at some of the store windows in the mall.

He wasn't too worried about that; he had gladly offered to get her some clothes if she wanted. What did shock him though what that they were not clothes she normally wore; they were bright, they were shiny, they were flowy, they were fitted, they were clothing that she did not wear not just because it wasn't her 'style', but also because they were very flashy of the skin. Remy had figured out really fast that Rogue wanted to be just like all other girls that got to wear that type of clothing. But with her mutation…

It then hit him as he looked at some of the manikins that not everything that was sexy was revealing. So he nudged Rogue to go inside and try one the clothes she would never have worn, and sure enough… they looked damn good on her. She was mostly happy that while Remy's jaw was dropped to the floor, she didn't have to show a whole lot of skin to do so.

'Maybe he and Ah could really work out after all," she thought as looked back on that day. But she soon snapped out of it and continued her frantic search through the mound of clothes they had bought, holding them up to her slim frame and deciding which did or did not match.

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After her many changes and debates, Rogue had decided to wear a deep red dress made out of jersey material. It had a great V-neck that showed offer her 'assets' that her bra only helped to accentuate, and it had three-quarter length sleeves that bubbled at the end. The dress was wrapped just under her bust, only giving her the hourglass figure any woman would kill for.

The dress itself ended at the knee, so Rogue decided she had to come up with another way to cover up her legs and forearms. She grabbed her new pair of suede black boots with a kitten heel and square toe that reached up to just below her knee, topping everything off with her high-wrist silk gloves. She styled her hair, since it grew out a bit, so that the ends turned into ringlets, falling just over her shoulders, her platinum white streaks being the only exception as she flat ironed them straight.

It was a great outfit, not only because of the lack of skin, but also for way it fitted her, making up for the fact so little skin was shown; And all within her comfort zone.

"Ah gotta watch 'What Not to Wear' more often," she said to herself, looking in her full-length mirror she shared with Kitty.

She had just finished her make-up – consisting of red lip-gloss, black eyeliner, and gold-ish eye shadow – and was impressed at how comfortable she felt, yet how different she looked.

Rogue was brought out of her stupor when there was a light knock at her door, realizing it was 7:37 and she was late to meet Remy in the foyer. She grabbed her purse and black wool coat as she opened the door and was awe-struck to find Remy there, looking quite debonair. Her mouth had literally dropped when she saw him in a whole outfit that wasn't a uniform or owned by Scott Summers.

Remy had his hair done so it looked sleek, but still had its messy look to it, and his goatee was neatly trimmed. He wore a deep red t-shirt, one close to the shade of her own dress. Over it he had a black blazer-like jacket and he had black denim jeans that fitted his legs in all the right places. With a pair shiny black shoes and shades for his eyes, his overall look for Rogue was a 20 out of 10.

Remy's thoughts weren't too far from her own, taking in her appearance and soaking in every place that outfit hit her in just the right way.

"Chere… you look…" he said, completely speechless, visually emphasizing to her that he was enjoying the view. He also noticed the blush that crept into her cheeks, "You look… tres belle."

With a light giggle that rarely emitted from the girl, she replied, "Ya don't look too bad yaself, Cajun."

Remy extended his arm to the lady and she accepted graciously as they made their way out of the mansion and to the garage.

"What do you prefer, Rogue? Cyke's car, my bike, Wolvie's bike…"

"Well, Logan would kill either of us if he found out we were on his bahke. Scott can tell when someone's used his car," she started to explain, leading only to one option.

"You sure dat lovely dress will be okay on de bike?" he asked, motioning towards the skirt of the dress and winking at her, "Wouldn' wan' dat skirt to blow up for de whole world to see. Rather keep dat to mayself."

"It'll be fahne, Remy," she answered, lightly punching him arm at the comment, following him over to the bike.

Remy had his motorcycle brought over from New Orleans about a week after he had moved in, claiming it was all he really needed. Rogue swore that when she wasn't around, Remy was fixated on working on his bike. He got on the bike first and handed Rogue her helmet before strapping his own on. She sat on the bike behind him, making sure the dress wouldn't fly everywhere and wrapped her arms around Remy's waist, earning a grin from the Cajun.

"Hold on, chere," was the last thing he said before sliding down his visor, reviving his bike and taking off at a startling speed out of the driveway and out of sight of the Institute.

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Logan began his nightly wandering around the Institute, making sure none of the students were getting into any trouble. Only problem was… there were almost no students there to cause trouble.

He then noticed Rahne and Jamie coming by the hallway and took the opportunity to ask them.

"Either of you guys know where everyone went tonight?"

Jamie was the first to speak, "A whole bunch of the older students went to this club in New York City, and I think Rogue just left with Gambit. They were both dressed pretty fancy."

Jamie got scared the instant he mentioned 'Gambit'. Logan growled low in his throat, still untrusting of the Cajun. Though he wasn't as vocal about it, he was sure gambit got the point he wasn't liked by the Canadian, not just because of his 'shady' lifestyle, but because he was 'dating' someone Logan considered a daughter.

Logan didn't say anything more as he continued down the hallway and out fo sight of the two scared mutants.

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Rogue had wondered why the ride took almost an hour; Remy had taken her to New York City. The lights and sounds of the city, while normally would be frightening for her, actually comforted her and made her feel welcome. But that didn't excuse the fact she wanted to know where they were going.

"Remy? What are we doin' in the city?" she asked loud enough for him to hear over the roar of the motorcycle and other traffic.

"You'll fin' out soon, " He replied in a playful tone, trying to not look back and lose sight of the highway leading into the city.

"Ya can' just tell meh now?"

"Where's de surprise in dat, chere? Keep tight, Rogue," he exclaimed, feeling Rogue clutch tighter to him as he swerved around a few cars that tried to cut him off.

After another 20 minutes or so of driving through the streets of New York, they arrived at a small jazz club. It was a surprise when Rogue stepped inside to see a cozy little restaurant with jazz and blues music emitting from the stage, a soulful singer and live band in full use. There was a small dance floor and two-person sized tables littered the area around the dance floor. Booths for bigger groups outlined the club, but they were seated at one of the smaller tables. It reminded Rogue a lot of the little club she and Remy had been to when he took her to New Orleans. It had the same essence and same vibe; Smelt like the same food too.

"This is nice," Rogue commented, sitting down in her chair that Remy, the gentleman that he was, had pulled out for her.

"Oui," Remy agreed. "De music's good, an' so is de food."

Rogue opened her menu and raised her eyebrows in surprise, "This place is a little… expensive, isn't it?"

"S'ok chere, got it covered," to Rogue, it sounded like he had practically purred the sentence. "Just enjoy yo'self."

Rogue kept her eyes pinned on Remy for a moment longer before casting her gaze down to browse the menu some more. A waiter came by a few moments later to take their drink orders and Remy ordered a bottle of wine. They ordered there food as well before Remy nodded to waiter 'that is all' and returned his gaze to Rogue, moving his hand over the two of hers that were twisting a napkin to death. She was visibly nervous.

"Somethin' the matter, Anna?" he asked in a soothing tone that calmed Rogue down somewhat.

"No! Ah mean, everythin's fahne," she started, "It's just… Ah've never been on a date before. Never had the chance, so… Ah'm just kinda…" she cut herself off, feeling like a babbling idiot. But she only felt her right hand being taken from the napkin and held tighter in Remy's hand, brushing his thumb over the back of her gloved hand before kissing it.

"I understand, chere. You don' need to worry though. I make sure you remember dis night," Remy said sweetly, Rogue smiling back at him in a silent thanks. Remy wanted her to be happy and relaxed, that was all he knew, and he would make sure nothing happened to ruin the air of the moment they were having so far. The waiter came back with a bottle of wine a moment later and soon after, the food was brought over. They tucked into their food, enjoying the wine, occasionally having a conversation about what had happened in the last few months, Remy's family, Rogue's 'family', and so on.

As they finished up their meals and were about to move onto dessert, a slow and sultry jazz song came on that seemed to affect everyone in the club. Rogue stared on at the stage, listening to the music and the voice of the singer. It filled her with a peace that she rarely felt. Jazz and blues music had to be her second favorite to her rock preferences. She had to admit, she had been caught more than once singing in the shower to Norah Jones, Holly Cole Trio, or Michael Buble.

"Would de lady like to dance?" Remy asked, standing next to her and bringing her out of her daze, holding out a hand to Rogue.

"Never thought ya'd ask," Rogue smirked, placing her hand in his as he helped her rise and move to the dance floor, swinging her around and taking her waist with his other arm, their hands still locked together as they began to sway to the slow pace. Rogue suddenly felt like she was at her old high school dances, just like the one she was at when she first absorbed Cody. Though the memory wasn't an entirely happy one, it made her remember her more carefree times.

"Ya really do look great t'night, chere," Remy said.

"You should know," Rogue smiled, taking the moment to lean her head on Remy's shoulder, "You paid for it, remember?"

Remy chuckled, "It was worth it to see you in it now. Just glad I helped bring a belle vision such as yo'self to life," he replied in what Rogue would later comment on as a 'cheesy-sex-tape' voice.

Rogue giggled at the comment, also at the little dip Remy lowered her into for only a second before pulling her back up to his chest. 'The guy's got more of a romantic side then Ah thought… Ah'm lahkin' it,' She said to herself, enjoying her time on the dance floor with the Cajun.

"So, do you know why Monsieur Logan despises me so much?" He asked her, the topic coming really out of nowhere.

"Ah think he's just way too worried about meh. Prob'ly has nothin' tah do with ya," Rogue said, "Just try not tah use that cheesy-sex-tape voice on me with him around and he may warm up to ya."

"I don' have a cheesy voice," Remy said, before whispering in her ear, "And I'd rath'a have you warmin' up to me den Wolvie any day, chere," using the same sultry tone, feeling the girl in his arms shiver. He knew he should stop what he was doing, not like it could go any farther. But he didn't want to treat Rogue any differently than he would any other woman. He wanted her to feel like touch wouldn't matter and that everything could still happen for them without it.

"How's this for warmin' up to ya?" Rogue replied in the same seductive tone he was using, tilting her head up her lips close to his own… closer then they should ever be. But that soon died as Rogue punched his arm, just enough to slightly hurt. He didn't take it to offense though.

After another minute or so of dancing, the two decided to sit back down and finish off the dessert that had been brought to their table while they were dancing. During which time, Remy noticed that all the singers that night had been people from the crowd; It was Open Mike.

"Hey, chere. Interested in getting' on dat stage and showin' dis crowd how a girl really sings?" He said, nodding towards the stage.

"Ya nuts? Lahke Ah'd get up there an' sing. Ah don' even sound good," Rogue replied, not moving from her spot.

"Oh contraire, Anna, I've heard that little voice o' yours. It'd be a shame to keep it all cooped up in dat shower."

Rogue blushed at the comment, she never knew Remy had heard her.

"Ah'm still not doin' it, Remy."

"If you do it… I'll tell you a secret I found out about yo' powers," he said, knowing it'd catch her attention.

"What mahght that be?" she asked, very interested in what he had to say.

"Only if you sing, cherie."

Rogue rolled her eyes, weighing her options. She was really uncomfortable singing in front of people; she was embarrassed if one person heard her in the shower or in her room. She knew she'd freeze up. Then again, these are people she doesn't know and doesn't care what they think of her… and if Remy had something to tell her about her powers…

"Was that the surprise ya had for me all this tahme, Swamp Rat?"

"Maybe. You nev'a know until you get up dere and sing for dis fine audience."

With a shrug, Rogue got out of her chair and headed to towards the stage, nervous as hell, wanting to just run in the other direction. But she could get through this, she told herself. 'Do it for what he has to say,' she said to herself.

She reached the stage just as the singer was done their own song. Rogue went on and tried to think of a song… any song. One that was easy… Oh screw that. If she was going to sing in public, she was going to make it fancy.

"You guys know 'Fever'?"

"You bet," replied the bassist.

Rogue moved in front of the mike and stared at Remy, giving him a death glare that said 'I'm-going-to-kill-you-when-this-is-over'. The music started; luckily they new the version she knew best. And she knew her southern drawl would be good for this too.

"Never know how much Ah love you, never know how much Ah care.

When you put your arms around me, Ah get a fever that's so hard to bear.

Ya give me fever - when ya kiss me, fever when ya hold me tight

Fever - in the morning, fever all through the night."

"Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night.

Ah light up when ya call my name, and ya know Ah'm gonna treat ya right.

Ya give me fever - when ya kiss me, fever when ya hold me tight.

Fever - in the morning, fever all through the night."

Rogue could see Remy smirking at her, so she decided to give him something that would make him beg her to tell him what he knew about her powers that she didn't. She swayed her body to music, removing the mike from the standing and moving around the stage. She moved off the stage and walked over to Remy and placed her hands on his shoulders moving around him as she continued to sing.

"Everybody's got the fever, that is something ya all know.

Fever isn't such a new thing, fever started long ago… Oh-Ohh ohh!"

"Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same.

When he put his arms around her, he said 'Julie, baby, you're my flame'.

Thou givest fever, when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth

Fever - I'm afire, fever yea I burn for sooth'."

Rogue could see Remy both squirming and enjoying her little show, her arms wrapped over him from behind and brushing his chest as she sang. Just as he was mesmerized to kiss the girl for being a siren, she pulled away, sashaying back up to the stage.

"Captain Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair.

When her Daddy tried to kill him, she said 'Daddy-O don'cha dare'.

He gives me fever - with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight.

Fever - Ah'm his Misses, Oh daddy won'cha treat him right."

The instrumental played before returning to the steady beats that the bongo was leading with and Rogue rolled her hips with each beat, putting the mike back on the stand.

"Now ya've listened to mah story, here's the point Ah have made:

Chicks were born to give you fever, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade.

They give you fever - when ya kiss them, fever if ya live and learn

Fever - till you sizzle, what a lovely way to burn…

What a lovely way to burn…

What a lovely way to burn."

The audience clapped and cheered for Rogue as she made her way off the stage and back to her seat, Remy's grin almost too evil for words.

"Dat was très magnifique, chere. You should be a pro."

"Yeah-yeah, hotshot. Now what's the information ya got?" she demanded. Remy could only laugh at her eagerness.

"Let's go somewhere more private den. Don' really need to scared dese folks away now."

With that, the two paid the bill and left the club, hitching back onto Remy's bike and into another area of New York City.

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The outfit I picked out for Rogue is an actual outfit from the Victoria Secret catalogue. I thought since in the 3 weeks with Remy she opened up a little… and he had some clothes shopping to do too, she might have been more open-minded to new styles, again growing out of her teenage Goth phase. Plus maybe Remy got her into wearing more "sassy-but-classy" clothes that were hot, but still had coverage until she gained control.

This is the address for the outfit:

http//www2. victoriassecret. com/images/prodpri/V261077. jpg

http//www. ssgridinggloves. com/images/gloves5700. jpg

Eliminate the (spaces)

Or if you wanna see my sketch of the garage scene, go to:

http//new-moon-night. deviantart. com/art/ Ready-for-a-Date-64459082

'Kay, comment, suggest, review, but please don't bash!

Until next time…