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Rogue got into the store before the other three. She had always been independent but Aura had never known her to go off alone with friends so close by.

"Rogue!" she called, hoping she would slow her pace. When she didn't Aura realized that something was very wrong. She caught Rogue by the shoulder as she finished her brief jog up the toy isle.

"Rogue, what's wrong?"

"Nothin'." She replied as she turned away again.

"Oh please. I know you. Something is wrong."

Rogue paused. Aura saw the distant gaze that was captivated by the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle action figure in front of her, and saw that Rogue's mind was clearly someplace else. "Why didn't ya ever tell me what happened to ya?"

"What do you mean, love?" she asked affectionately avoiding the question.

Rogue glanced up at her briefly, then turned and started shopping. "I saw what he did to you. I felt every pierce. I could smell the blood, Aura. You were in so much pain."

Aura walked beside her unashamed and met her gaze. "I did what I felt was best." She said, eyes glued to Rogues, knowing that the pale Southern belle would understand.

Rogue nodded and decided that it would be best to drop the subject. She stopped short as she came across that MARVEL display.

"Oh. My. God." She saw action figures with bugling muscles, tiny wastes, and plump busts. "Why do they insist on mutilating heroes that way?"

"Dunno. Hey, Roguey, can I ask ya a question?"

Rogue turned away and braced herself for the worst. "Yeah, sure." She feigned interest in a Furby display.

"What's the deal with you and Remy?"

Rogue felt the color in her face drain at the recollection of the embarrassing moment just minutes before. "What do you mean?"

"Well, half the time he's flirtin' and you're fighting. The other half you're just plain fighting."

"Psh, ain't my fault he can't hold his own mouth shut for more than ten minutes. And it ain't my fault that he makes a great target for physical stress relief." Rogue said.

Under standing that Aura had referred to the fact that Rogue had come to blows with him on more than one occasion and that she was a constant smart ass towards him.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it, you poo." Aura had stopped her, a wall between the first aid kit on the shelf that she had come to find so interesting and her sanity.

In truth, she had no clue how she really felt about Remy. One minute he would be flirting and then the next she would be fighting. "Just can't stand the guy. He likes ta see gals as nothin' more than a piece o' mean. And himself as the wolf that gets the spoils. If ya ask me, the swamp rat needs to be taught a lesson on how to treat women." It wasn't a total lie.

Aura made a slight sighing come from the back of her throat and left Rogue to pay for the kit. Beautiful girls with angel wings weren't exactly low profile.

Once she was back at the parking lot, she told Remy to take off his shirt. "Well now, ain't we egar, neh?"

"Cajun, unless ya want a quick nipple piercin' with this here needle, I suggest ya do it and keep quiet about it.

Remy chuckled as he pulled the long sleeved maroon shirt up and over his head. Rogue looked over to the deep gash that lay across his right arm. It was a lucky hunch that she threaten him with the needle that came in the kit, considering that he would need a few stitches.

"Got any booze in this heap?" She asked, motioning to the Mustang with a few new scratches on it.

"Why, chere, y'offend Remy, havin' t'ask," He reached back and pulled out a bottle of Jack Danile's. "Whatcha be needin' it fo'?"

"It ain't me. Do ya like the pain of piercin's?"

"Non. But Remy can take it. 'Sides, he need t'drive."

"I can drive, ya think headed Swamp Rat."

"Not while y'be concussed."

"Fine. Then Aura will."

"Can de pigeon drive stick?" Rogue stared up at him defiantly. No. But I can, ya moron.

"Didn't t'ink so."

Rogue had threaded the needle and violently shoved it through the tender flesh of his arm.

The loud yelp of pain that resounded through the parking lot was enough to satisfy her anger. "Why, y'little witch. Tryin' t'use Remy as a voodoo dol?!" He started to chuckle as Rogue glared up at him through a curtain of snow white hair. "Do it 'gain. I dare y'."

She swore that she could see fangs grow and his eyes glow red. Well one of the traits was from her slight concussion, and the other was from his cheap little apathy trick. She looked back down at her needle and thread, pulled taught to the side of the wound. Smiling evilly to herself, she pushed the pointed end back through the other side of his flesh, just a hard.

There was no loud yelp this time, however, Fambit sprung up and pinned her to the pavement.

"Chere, y'be cruisin' for' a fight." Rogue's eyes opened wider as she saw his own glow redder.

"You. Dirty. Bastard." She said as she pushed him off of her. "Tryin' to get me to- UGH! I can't believe ya! Remy LeBeau, w've been over this. There ain't nothin' happenin' between us any time in the next fifty years. Get over the fact that I ain't gonna be another name in your little black book."

She brushed herself off and picked up the needle that head fallen away fro its thread. Shoving it at Aura who sat on the hood of the car, she said, "Here. Jake can do it. I'm goin' home."

"Rogue, you know that you can't walk home after what just happened!" Rogue stopped dead in her tracks. "Hey. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

Rogue knew that if anyone was stupid enough to mess with her with her anger at this level, they would have to be dragged out of the fight in a body bag.

"Rogue, you know I don't like needles!!" Aura said shakily.

"Have Sparkles do it!"

"He doesn't have a clue what he's doing!!"

"That's the point!" She said as she walked away.

NEXT CHAPTER GETS BETTER! DERES ROMY IN IT I SWEAR!