Rogue pulled her long hair up into a high ponytail. However, once she glanced in the mirror she made a face. Doing this put her white streaks prominently through the center. It didn't look bad, but she didn't want it. She took the pony-tail down and re-did it, except this time with the white streaks out.

She was wearing a knee length black skirt with black netted tights. She wore ankle high boots with it. For a shirt she wore a black tank top with a see through over shirt that buttoned to the waist but the material continued down to slightly past her thighs. She wore a black chocker with a silver honk in the front. She wore thick blood red lipstick, dark eye shadow, and thick black eyeliner and Mascara.

There was a knock at the door and Rogue turned to look at it. "Come in." She called.

Piotr opened the door, walked in, and then closed it behind him. "Are you sure this is smart to do?" He asked her cautiously.

"Yah mean, go on a date with Remy?" Rogue asked. "Of course not! But perhaps it'll at least make 'em shut up fo' a while." Rogue replied.

Piotr shook his head. "He'll only think he's gotten closer to you. I really don't think you should go." Piotr said in a concerned voice.

Rogue laughed. "Jus' this once Petey. Ah know he's probably gonna hurt meh, but Ah'm just goin' ta have ta deal with it. He did make a point tha other day. Perhaps he didn't say it word fo' word, but he implied it: Ah've nevah been directly hurt by someone Ah've been with, because Ah've nevah been with anyone, Ah just know they will. Every girl who dates at one point in their lihves are gonna get hurt." She didn't exactly know how to explain it but Piotr caught on.

"Rogue, yes, they do get hurt, but you don't have to! Many of those girls can easily move on. I really hate to tell you this, you know that, but you can't exactly just move on to another guy and get over it by finding a different one." He said carefully.

Rogue sighed. "Ah know, but what's life without risks?"

"Now that sounded like Remy." Piotr said pointedly.

Rogue blushed slightly. "Ah believe he said somethin' lihke that ta me." She muttered.

A flash of concern passed through his eyes. "Rogue, I like the guy, I really do, but he's not good to women. Well, he is, but he hurts them. It's just the way he is, I don't even think he sees it as cruel, but he still does it."

Rogue sighed and bit her lip. "Maybe Ah shouldn't…"

There was a sharp knock on the door and both Piotr and Rogue turned to look at it. "Yes?" Rogue asked.

"Y'ready cherie?" Remy's voice questioned from the other side of the door.

Rogue winced and looked at Piotr. She put a hand on his covered arm and gave him a reassuring smile. "If he hurts meh, Ah'll make sure that he pays." She said softly to him.

Piotr nodded and sighed, then motioned for her to leave. Rogue smiled at him and hurried for the door. She opened it to see the always handsome Remy. He had a grin placed firmly on his lips and he studied her for a second. This irritated her and she grabbed his elbow and pulled him away from the door frame which he had been leaning against. "Let's jus' get this ovah with, okay?" She growled as she let go of his elbow.

"Now now mon cher." Remy's smooth voice spoke into her ear as he stopped her by snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her back. "Remy dun t'ink dat yo'd have dressed up so if y'didn' wanna do dis at all." He pointed out.

Rogue blushed and almost wanted to linger where she was. This frightened her and Piotr's warnings went through her head. "LeBeau, if ya don't want meh backing out now Ah suggest ya let go o' me." She growled.

Remy let go with a chuckle and bowed. "As y'say mademoiselle."

Rogue shook her head and made her way out of the house. Remy went straight over to his bike and hoped on. Rogue got on behind him and with a sigh of reluctance, wrapped her arms around his waist knowing he wouldn't hold back on the gas.

~

Piotr walked into the living room where John sat with a big bowl of popcorn in his lap as he watched… cartoons? Piotr shook his head and sat down with a sigh.

"You look bored mate." John said, stuffing his mouth full of popcorn.

Piotr shook his head. "They left for their date." Piotr explained.

John nodded and continued to watch the TV, not noticing the worried expression on his comrade's face.

As commercials came on John whined and glanced at the large Russian who had a distant look on his face. He set aside the bowl that now only had seeds at the bottom and turned to the man. "Let's go do something."

Piotr looked up at him. "Like what?"

John shrugged. "I'm sure we can think of something to do. Let's just go to downtown Bayville and find something interesting."

"What you define as interesting is often not to me." Piotr pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm bored, let's go." He then looked as if he got an idea. "We could spy on Rogue and Remy."

Piotr looked at him, slightly shocked by what he had said. "What?"

"Yeah! I know you're worried about the Goth and I just want to see Remy be slapped upside the head when he starts flirting with random girls." John said, a wicked smile on his face.

"It's not funny." Piotr stated.

"Come one mate, you act as if you like the Sheila." John accused.

Piotr shook his head. "We're friends."

"A guy and a girl aren't aloud to be friends." John said with a laugh. Piotr gave him a scolding look and John sighed. "Alright, alright, I know your just friends. Sheesh, you take all the fun away." John whined. "Still, let's go spy on them!"

"John…" Piotr said unsurely.

"Come on! You know you want to!" The Aussie said, jumping to his feet and nearly bouncing once there.

Piotr sighed. "Come on! We don't have all day. The way Remy drives they're probably three-quarters to town if not there already!"

"John…" Piotr said, looking torn. He then sighed, settling on the excuse that if he didn't go, John would pester him all night, and Rogue wouldn't want him to be miserable… "Fine!"

~

They came to a stop in front of a rather fancy restaurant. This slightly surprised Rogue. She had thought for sure it'd be straight off to some dance club or bar. He was probably saving that for later in the night…

"Coming mon cher?" He asked once he was off the bike. Rogue realized she had been merely staring at the restaurant and quickly got off. Remy then held his arm out to her. She stopped and looked at it warily. "It ain't gunna bite p'tite. Remy just figured dat we should be formal, fo' de people here. Dey be wantin' good mannered people in dere."

Rogue laughed, but took the arm. "Then ya shouldn't be goin' in there now should ya swamprat?" She questioned.

Remy put his free hand to his heart and feigned hurt. "Dat not nice cherie! Remy can be quite mannered if he wish so. He ain't as ignorant as one might believe." He said, his grin still plastered on his face.

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ya keep believin' that Remy."

By now they had made their way inside and a well dressed man behind a podium looked up at them. He seemed slightly annoyed by their clothing, mostly Rogue's. Remy was wearing a pretty normal outfit, nothing outrageous, but not fancy either. The couple obviously didn't please the waiter.

"Reservations?" He said through clenched teeth, his nose slightly upturned.

"LeBeau." Remy replied, ignoring the man and turning to look at Rogue. She really did look great that night.

The man put his finger to the paper and trailed down. His finger stopped once, his lip twitched almost into a scowl, then the finger continued down the paper. He looked up, "Sorry, no LeBeau."

Remy's smile didn't fade, though his eyes did show a slight irritation. "L-E-B-E-A-U. De B be capitalized. I know it's dere. Please, look again."

"I'm sorry sir, but it's not here." The man replied quickly, too quickly.

Swiftly Remy's hand slipped to the clip board that the names were on and turned it around. The man gasped and grabbed a hold, but it was too late, Remy had turned it around and put his hand on the name. "LeBeau."

The man's scowled deepened but he violently pulled out two menus and silently made his way to a couple of seats. Remy grinned at Rogue and put an arm around her shoulders and before letting her pull away, began to lead her after the grouchy man.

~

"Where did they go? I don't see his bike anywhere." John complained as he drove slowly down the street. Yes, Piotr had surrendered the steering wheel to John, feeling too guilty about doing this.

"Let's just go, we really shouldn't be doing this." Piotr said, not even glancing at the red head, but instead continuing to stare out his window absently.

"Alright, let's go-"

"No, never mind. Just…" He trailed and shook his head.

John grinned. "There's a dark side to all of us mate, you can let yours show once and in a while."

"Shut up John."

~

Rogue sat in front of her food eating silently. She felt quite self-conscious since Remy seemed to be ignoring his own food and was just staring at her. Finally, she set her fork down. "What?!"

"Jus' wonderin' 'bout where ya come from. Obviously de south…"

"Ya."

There was a short pause while Remy waited for an answer but Rogue obviously wasn't going to. He chuckled. "Well, what state?"

Rogue sighed. "Caldecott, Mississippi." She replied simply.

"It nice dere?" She nodded. There was another short pause. Rogue really wants t'make dis difficult fo' me doesn't she. It's only six… "So, Mystique took care o' yo?"

Rogue nodded, then shook her head. "Irene took care o' me, Mystique more lihke… trained meh. Well, she trained meh ta fight."

"Y' implyin' dat dis Irene taught yo stuff too?" Remy questioned.

Rogue nodded.

"Like what?"

Rogue sighed. "Since Ah was a little girl she taught me how ta be lady like. Ah've givin' up on that long since." Remy nodded. "She taught me many things though; the guitar, ta swim, sew, cook, how ta play tha piano, and even read. She's blind, so that still kinda amazes me." Rogue shrugged.

"Blind? Y'learned all dat from a blind woman?" Remy asked, slightly surprised. Rogue nodded and Remy chuckled. "Eit'er she be a good teacher o' yo a good student."

"Both really. She wasn't happy about the me training ta fight at first though. She was even mo' upset when Mystique began ta teach meh how ta ride the motorcycle. She thought it was enough that Ah could drive."

"Y'know how t'ride a bike?" Remy asked, a grin gracing his lips.

Rogue nodded, then rolled her eyes. "It's easier ta drive fast then. When ya're drivin' ya're in control. It's kinda nerve rackin' when someone's driving lihke a maniac and ya're not tha one in control." Rogue explained.

Remy laughed, knowing quite well it was him she was talking about. "I'd like t'see ya at de controls one o' dese days den."

"Alright, Ah'll drive home." Rogue replied, a grin on her own face.

Remy shook his head. "Not wit' my crotch rocket."

Rogue continued to grin. "What, ya don't trust meh?"

"It's not a matter o' trust p'tite, it's a matter o' love."

"Ahhh, Ah see how it is, ya love the bike more then me."

"Now, now, Remy never said dat."

"Then what were ya sayin' swamprat?" Rogue asked.

"Yo'd like t'know wouldn' y'?" Remy teased.

Rogue rolled her eyes and her grin diminished. Remy was slightly disappointed at the absent of a smirk on her face and decided to find out a little more.

"So, y'miss Mystique?"

Rogue shrugged. "A lil. We weren't that close. She wasn't usually there fo' me, just fo' mah training." Rogue explained nonchalantly. Remy, however, felt that she wasn't so indifferent to it.

"So dere's not'ing yo miss about de woman? Or de life y'had before comin' here?"

"Ah miss Irene." Rogue said, her eyes were now unfocused. "Tha woman was lihke a real mother, ya know? Ah mean, when Ah was a little girl we did all sorts o' things. She was basically tha only friend Ah evah had. It was-" She stopped and looked down at her plate, a contemplative look on her face.

"What is it?" Remy asked, any hints of a grin gone.

Rogue shook her head. "Ah don't know why Ah'm tellin' ya any o' this." She straightened up and looked straight at him, but avoided eye-contact. "What about you? What was ya're past like?"

"Y'don't like tellin' people about yo'self do y'? Y're not used t'people listenin' t'how yo feel." Remy stated.

Rogue rolled her eyes. "It's none o' their business and Ah don't even want them to."

"That's a lie Rogue." Remy said soberly.

"A lie? And how would you know Mr. LeBeau?" Rogue question, annoyance flashing behind her emerald eyes.

"No one wants t'be ignored-"

"Ah do."

"No one does." He said firmly. Rogue looked him in the eye then. His red on blacks were hidden behind sunglasses though. She sighed and dropped her gaze to her food.

"Ya don't know me Remy."

Remy got up and moved over to her booth and sat down next to her. He took her chin in a gloved hand and he tipped her head up so she was looking at him again. "I hit a nerve didn' I? I'm sorry, mon cherie. Dey never listened to y'did dey?"

Rogue pulled away then. "O' course they did. Irene was good t'me!" She growled defensively.

Remy nodded. "Yo right, dey probably would, but what y'needed Rogue, was friends."

"Ah've got one." Rogue said, looking away from him.

"Guys can be nice an' all, but dey'll never understand women like ot'er women do." Remy said in his smooth voice.

When did he come t'get so carin'? She thought to herself, trying to convince herself she was annoyed by him. Yet, she wasn't really. She was alone, and he had finally figured it out. She hadn't imagined that it'd be such a hard thing to figure out and she knew that Piotr knew it. There wasn't much either him or Piotr could do though. And John, he was such a crazy person that he couldn't keep his mind set on one thing long enough to analyze it; unless it was fire. Not that this ever bugged her, she loved his craziness.

"Remy, jus' drop it." Rogue said, scooting over slightly so there was more space between them.

Remy decided that it was probably best to let her be at the moment, although he didn't want to. However, he moved over to his original side of the table and grabbed her hands. "Finish eatin' and Remy'll show y'what a good time is." He said, his grin once again there.

Rogue looked up at him and this somehow cheered her. Good. She thought to herself. Ah hate broodin'… even though Ah'm so great at it. She scowled at herself then smiled at Remy. Alright then, Ah'll stop broodin' and just try ta have a good time.

~

Piotr and John had resulted to searching by foot. "Doesn't look like they're around here anywhere mate. I think we should turn back now."

Piotr shrugged, slightly relieved that they hadn't found them, and a little unnerved by it as well. However, when John turned around to head back to the car he noticed a girl waving good-bye to a blond teenager. The teenager that held his attention though had dark hair. It was the same girl he had met at that teen dance club only a few days ago. It was Magma; her real name being Amara. Next to her was Kurt Wagner and Kitty Pryde.

"Hey, Petey, let's go talk to the Sheilas. I've got a soft spot for the shorter one." He said, making his way over toward them. Piotr grabbed his shoulder though and John looked at him questionatly. "What?"

"We shouldn't."

"We shouldn't have been trying to spy on Remy and Rogue either... So, what's your point?"

Piotr sighed and John shrugged his shoulder free and made his way over to them. "What a coincidence." He said, coming up in front of the three. Piotr was behind John and shaking his head.

Kitty, Kurt, and Amara's attention turned to them. Amara was immediately blushing. "Erm, like, what do you want?" Kitty asked slightly rudely. She was still mad at the Pyro for being rude to her at the club.

"Just to acquaint myself with lovely Amara here." He said, thinking of everything he had picked up after watching Remy's constant flirtations with other girls.

Piotr shook his head and Amara blushed. Kitty looked annoyed and Kurt just looked as if he didn't know what to be thinking.

Kitty opened her mouth to speak but Kurt broke in then. "Vell, nice to see you two, but ve must be on our vay. I'm starved."

"I don't want to go back yet." Amara said, looking at the blue haird teenager.

"Like, come on Amara. We've already told you that they're our enemies." Kitty said, scowling at John. John just laughed, obviously amused by this.

"You two can go, I'm staying."

"You know, you can be really dense sometimes!" Kitty said, her annoyance increasing. She usually wasn't rude, but she wasn't about to leave a young teenager alone with two powerful, male, mutants.

Amara glared at Kitty and Kurt laughed nervously. Kitty let out a sigh and she turned to Kurt. "Go ahead and go back, I'll like, keep an eye on her. It's not like they can touch her if I'm near, and they kinda like, can't keep me from being near." Kitty pointed out.

Kurt nodded. "Alright, but make sure you two are back before curfew. Logan vould zrow a fit if you vere late! Especially since it's a school night."

Kitty looked at Amara. "Do we agree that we'll be back before curfew?"

Amara nodded.

Kurt nodded then too and in a cloud of smoke was gone.

"So, where do you want to go?" Amara asked John, turning to him.

"I know a place just a couple blocks down. It's a blue building, though I've forgotten what it's called."

Kitty sighed and said in a lazy voice, "It's a couple's night only."

"Great! Amara can be my date, and Piotr can be yours!"

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Sorry it took me so long to update. Been busy, as always. It's longer then usual so be happy. Lol. I was going to have the whole date in this chapter, but then I decided to put more John and Piotr so…. This is what you get.

aragornlover- I've written more…

D.c- When I read your review I had to laugh at what you said about reeling you in then pulling back. Lol. Yeah, I can be evil. I hope you enjoyed this chap though. And… UPDATE IMPURE THOUGHTS! I've been waiting forever! Please *gets on knees and begs* Pwease?!

Cuddness- Well… I got it out a little faster…

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Danfred- Yup, I updated. ^_^ And I'm glad you like the conversation between Rogue and Remy. I'm trying to get them to actually talk a bit more. Hard to do when you're trying to make Rogue oh so resilient to the sexy Cajun. Lol.

Caliente- Yup, I'm alive. And had you meant Kiotr hintings? You said kietro. Well, I'm working on the Kiotr and Amyro as I'm sure you can tell. Hope you enjoy.

ishandahalf- I'm glad you enjoyed the conversation between Rogue and Remy in the last chapt. I was worried it was a bit… corny. I think that with a lot of my work. Lol. Well… there was a little Romy in this… happy? Lol. :P

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T. – Liked the Rogue and Gambit time? Well, here was a little more…I think. Hmmm… lol

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Rogue4787- Glad you liked the Romyness and all. I tried to have her give in a little bit more, but not too much so quickly. You know what I mean? I'm glad you like it though and I don't need a Remy clone to continue. Though *sighs dreamily* That'd be awesome. I do this for fun. ^_^ Though, a Remy clone would be a nice side dish. ^_~

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