O.k forget this thing about one chapter a day! I have too many idea running through my head and I am having way to much fun with this story!

Chapter 3

Rogue took a deep breath, ignoring the pounding of her head, and crouched into her starting position. She looked to her right and saw Amara, who looked just as tired as she did, and then to her left to Kitty whose eyes were slightly red and puffy. None of them looked ready to fight, but Rogue knew this had to happen and the sooner they got it over the better.

"We're ready Logan!" shouted Rogue.

A moment later their surroundings changed from the empty danger room to an over packed dance club. "Shit!" said Rogue loud enough for the others to hear, "we've got civilians ladies. Now listen ah' don't want any sudden attacks, we need to scope the room and take this slow…"

WHACK, Rogue was thrown halfway across the room mid sentence.

Rogue brought herself back to her feet immediately and took a look at their opponent; it was the computer simulation of Mystique. This is going to be easy, thought Rogue.

Amara had already changed from her normal form to her magma skin and was throwing a glob of magma right at Mystique. Rogue almost panicked when she saw two civilians standing in front of Mystique, but Kitty grabbed them both and the magma ball went right through them. Mystique was hit but staggered back quickly and punched Amara into the wall, knocking her out.

It was just Kitty and Rogue.

Rogue did a flip, then another but instead of landing on her feet she let herself slide beneath Mystique and pulled her to the ground. She tried to kick, but Rogue grabbed her legs and pulled, very hard sending Mystique toward Kitty who jumped on top of her and began to throw punches at her face like a wild animal.

The green light indicating they had passed turned on, but Kitty continued to frantically punch till the room returned to its normal look, but even then Kitty continued to punch the bare floor.

"Kitty," said Rogue, not getting her attention.

"Kitty," Rogue said a tad bit louder putting her hand on her shoulder, but that was a bad idea, because Kitty turned her attention from the floor to Rogue's face and took one hard swing.

Rogue went reeling to the ground and on instinct sent a hard kick into Kitty's stomach. Kitty was thrown back, but got she up quickly and pounced on Rogue. Rogue kept her back with her knees and got a hold of her wrists, but Kitty was absolutely insane.

She almost broke loose of Rogue's grasp when suddenly something grabbed the back of Kitty's uniform and she was hanging uselessly in the air.

"What are you doing half-pint?" Logan demanded.

Kitty's struggle stopped and she looked around her as if she had no idea about what had just happened.

"What? I-I don't know, I was angry," she stammered.

"Well were going to have a chat in the hallway," said Logan walking out of the danger room still holding Kitty by her uniform.

Rogue watched as they walked out and put her hand to her face. Kitty had punched her hard in the eye. It would most likely leave a bruise, but Rogue didn't care, Rogue was just frozen with the wave of pain that came from a hangover mixed with a serious hit.

She brought her knees to her head and thought she would faint, when she suddenly felt an arm around her shoulders.

"You o.k. cherie?" came the thick Cajun accent.

"No ah'm not o.k.!" snarled Rogue as her head snapped up, causing another rush of pain that made her cringe. "My head feels worse than when ah' absorb someone. An you don't make it any better swamp rat!"

"Don say dat cherie, Remy can make it a lil better," said Remy as he moved behind her and took her temples in-between his hands and began to rub gently.

Rogue wanted to snap at him again, but it eased the pounding in her head she had felt all morning. His hands continued down to her neck, where he rubbed slightly harder. They continued to move down; caressing her back with his knuckles, and went further till his hands were resting on her hips.

She was so tired she hardly noticed that she leaned back into him and let him rest his head on her shoulder.

"Dis any better cherie," Remy whispered into her hair.

"Much better sugar," said Rogue before she seemed to come back to herself. "No it's not," she cried pulling out of his hands.

"Listen Cajun you havn't even been her two days and already ya been grouping me twice! Does the word no mean anythin' to yah!"

"Not when the word comes from your mouth and your eyes say different beau," smirked Remy.

Rogue couldn't help but blush; she felt her cheeks grow warm and knew that it was very obvious because the Cajun smirked wickedly.

"Ya don't stop that Cajun and ah will smack that smirk right off ya face!" Rogue yelled as she began to get up, but Remy grabbed her by the ankles and threw her back down straight into his lap.

Rogue tried to struggle but Remy wrapped his arms around her tight, the more she struggled the closer she leaned into him, and the worst part was she enjoyed feeling his hard muscles through his thin uniform.

Finally giving up Rogue just sat there starring deeply into his eyes, Remy loosened his grip but she still didn't move.

At that point something came over her and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Remy smiled and leaned back to the ground so she was lying completely on top of him.

Rogue had long since forgotten the pain in her head, but she felt a new sort of pain between her legs as she realized she was straddling him. She took in one long deep and shaky breath as she felt his hands move from her hips to her thighs. Rogue opened her lips to speak when both heard the door open and Rogue jumped off Remy shoved her foot over his throat.

"What you doing stripes?" asked Logan who looked to Remy and growled.

"Well ya see the swamp rat thought ah was just joking when ah said I could kick his ass, and ah couldn't just let him say trash like that, so I proved him wrong," said Rogue, looking down at Remy with a mischievous smile.

"Well there's nothing I'd rather see than you knocking the Cajun into the next century but we gotta get you to the infirmary. Kitty's already there and feelin guilty about what she did, so let's get going."

"Alright," said Rogue as she removed her foot from Remy's throat and walked over to Logan.

"And Gumbo, you get Amara," Logan said pointing to Amara who was still unconscious on the floor. "I knew from the moment you walked through that door things would start getting crazy around here."

"You can say that again," said Rogue, who looked back to Remy with a smile so warm and sweet, that right then and there, the one question Remy pondered in his mind every hour of everyday since they had parted became a definite yes.