Author Note: Whoo, sorry for the delay. Didn't realize I'd be pulled into cornbread making duty, veggie making duty, gravy making duty, I'm-taller-than-everyone-in-my-household-so-I-have-to-get-the-stuff-off-the-top-shelf duty, and so on during Thanksgiving.
I don't own X-Men: Evolution.
Rogue stood at her cash register that Monday, tapping the end of her pen to her chin, thinking. Kitty had suggested to test this guy and mentioned a few things. Rogue started to scribble down her list.
Spa day
French chocolates. You write French stuff, let's see what ya got.
Get Bobby to take a hint.
Rogue chuckled slightly at that one. She bit her bottom lip, trying to come up with some more.
A pair of socks. You choose.
Actually, how ever many you feel like wasting money on.
Her stomach growled and she smiled a bit.
Good cooking. I can't cook worth a dime. Not as bad as Kitty though.
"Anna? You workin' here?" She heard a Cajun accent say, breaking her from her thoughts. Her head snapped up and Remy stood there, holding what looked to be an older woman's shirt. "F' moi Tante," he explained.
"Yeah, Ah do Swamp Rat," Rogue said, a slight teasing to the edge of her voice. Remy smirked a bit, leaning on the counter.
"Mm, want t' service me den?" He asked, giving her a half-lidded eye look. Rogue rolled her eyes, taking the shirt from his grip.
"Ah'll gladly ring ya up, Cajun," she told him. He snickered a bit, thoroughly amused. A she started to ring him up, he snatched the list, examining it. "Hey-! Give thaht here!"
"Chere, what's dis? A Christmas list?" Remy asked, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I t'ink y' need to put somet'in else on here." Before she could grab it, he moved away and snatched the pen. "A candlelight dinner wit' de devilishly handsome Cajun y' met at de t'eater."
"Ah met a devilishly handsome Cajun?" Rogue asked with a flat face. Remy smirked and handed the list back to her.
"Y' wound me, cherie," he teased lightly, paying for the shirt.
"You realize Ah'm gonna scratch thaht out, rahght?" Rogue asked, leaning on the counter. Remy let out a throaty chuckle, leaning closer to her.
"Wouldn' 'pect anyt'in else," he told her, turning and walking off. Rogue shook her head and looked down at her list, lifting her pen and at the last moment, did not strike out Remy's suggestion.
And a dance too.
That would mean a new dress. You pick.
Do you know anything about shoes?
What am I doing, acting like you're my shopping elf?
Anyway, I'm low on bubble bath. That would be nice.
Rogue looked at her list, rather pleased. She would put this in the box after her shift was over. It went by slowly and she and Kitty went to the food court once again for their lunch. Besides running into Remy and dealing with Bobby, it was a rather uneventful day. At the end of her shift, she walked over to the Santa booth and put her wishlist in the box. Looks like she'd have to wait for tomorrow to see what the Secret Santa did.
----
Tuesday Rogue walked to her register to see a little box sitting on the counter. It was green with a silver bow. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the tag.
Rogue,
I got two tickets. One for you and one for your ami, Kitty.
Secret Santa
Rogue looked at it, confused then opened the box, seeing two passes to one of the most luxurious spas in the city. At that moment, Kitty walked over.
"So, like, what did you get this time, Rogue?" Kitty asked.
"Ah got a day pass to a spa," Rogue told her. "And you got one too." Rogue held it out to her and Kitty squealed in delight.
"You're secret Santa is so succeeding to winning me over!" She said, looking at the certificate. "So, it's like, on Saturday. I'll meet you at your apartment at nine, okay?"
"Sounds good ta me, Kit," Rogue said, watching her friend bounce back to cosmetics. She couldn't help but smirk and roll her eyes at how she was acting. She rang up a woman on her phone during her shift as well as a nerdy man who had no idea what he was doing. She gave him a hand with that. When she went to check the fitting rooms and came back, she found a box of chocolates with French on it.
Rogue,
Dieu, you know how hard it is to get overnight shipping for this stuff? Personally, Swiss chocolates are much better but you asked for French so voila.
Secret Santa
Rogue laughed at that. Who exactly was this guy and where did he get all this money? She had an idea and finished up her shift, grabbing her gifts and purse. She met Kitty at the door and showed her the chocolates.
"I wonder if it's someone we know?" Kitty contemplated as they walked out into the freezing parking lot. "Like, the only guy I know with that kind of money is Mr. Lensherr."
"Which one?" Rogue asked, getting to her car.
"Well, like, any of the three," Kitty said.
"Joseph doesn't speak French and he's in Europe," Rogue said. "Pietro is obsessed with himself and Ah don't even want ta consider the elder Lensherr."
"Ew, that would like, be totally gross," Kitty said. "Besides, he would have to own this spa place. I looked it up and they're like, completely booked."
"Who owns L'Petite Ville D'eau anyway?" Rogue asked, opening her car door.
"I have, like, no idea," Kitty told her. "Don't worry, I can like, totally hack and find out."
"Kitteh, don't do anything illegal," Rogue said sternly. Kitty laughed at that.
"Like, don't worry Rogue," Kitty said. "It's only illegal if you get caught." Kitty laughed again and headed for her car.
"Kitteh! Don't you dare!" Rogue yelled after her. Rogue sighed and shook her head, getting in her car. She opened the box of chocolates to see a slip of paper inside. She pulled it out and saw a phone number on it. There was no name and she was curious. She pulled out her cellphone and dialed the number. It rang three times before it was picked up.
"Bonsoir?" She heard Remy say.
"Remy?" Rogue said surprised.
"Anna? How'd y' get my number? Y' stalkin' me?" Remy teased lightly.
"Nah, Secret Santa gave it ta meh," Rogue stated.
"I s'pose I owe dat fellow a t'ank y'," Remy said and Rogue swore she heard snickering in the background. "So, why y' t'ink he gave y' my number?"
"Prob'ly because a' whaht ya put on my list, Cajun," Rogue told him.
"Oh? Dat? Hm, well den, when you free, cherie?" Remy asked as Rogue pulled out of the parking lot.
"Well, Saturday Ah'm goin' to a spa with my friend Kitteh," Rogue said.
"Friday night den? Tell moi where t' pick you up," Remy said.
"The apartment you dropped me off at after the show," Rogue told him. "Whaht time's good for you?"
"Mm, how about I get you at seven?" Remy suggested.
"Sounds good ta me," Rogue said. "See ya at seven on Friday."
"Mm-kay, see ya den, chere," Remy said and the two hung up.
----
Rogue entered the store and got to her register to find nothing there. She frowned, a little confused but knew not to expect nothing to occur. She continued her job and in between the start of her shift and lunch, Bobby came running over.
"Anna!" He said, looking out of breath.
"Whaht's got ya goin', Iceman?" She asked, using the term that was used for the jewelry department men. Which was only Bobby.
"I need advice," he said. "There's a girl. We flirted while she was looking for a gift for her mom. Said a friend suggested coming here." Rogue crossed her arms and smirked a bit.
"Whaht kinda advice?" Rogue asked.
"How can I convince her to wait for lunch and eat with me?" Bobby inquired.
"Ya got the same lunch break as meh and Kitteh, rahght?" Rogue asked. Bobby nodded. "Well then, tell her yoahr goin' ta have lunch with some friends around noon in the food court and would like ta get ta know her better."
"Anna, you are a genius!" Bobby said, gallivanting away to suggest the idea to the girl. Rogue rolled her eyes, a small smile on her face. She had an idea as to who that friend was. She continued with her shift and at lunch, met up with Kitty, and Bobby to go to the food court. Rogue and Kitty gave Bobby some encouragement as they walked along and when they reached the food court, the noticed an Asian girl in a bright yellow coat looking around. When she saw them, her face brightened and she waved.
"Hey! Bobby!" She said, coming over to the group.
"Jubilee, this is Anna Marie and Kitty," Bobby said. "Girls, this is Jubilation Lee, AKA Jubilee."
"Ah give ya permission ta call me Rogue," Rogue told her. "Bobbeh has yet ta earn it."
"Hey!" Bobby said weakly. Jubilee laughed and gave him a pat on the back.
"No worries, Bobby," she said. "You'll get around to earning it eventually." The group settled at a table and got to know each other. Turned out Jubilee was from California and just recently moved to the Big Apple because of Broadway. She had yet to have a lot of friends and was happy to have lunch with the group and after lunch was finished, they all exchanged phone numbers and agreed to hang out sometime during the week. As the three friends entered the department store, they were stopped by Jean Grey from perfume.
"Hey guys," she said, somewhat sheepishly. Rogue knew this was odd for the normally confident girl and stepped up.
"Whaht's up, Jeanie?" She asked.
"Well, can I ask you guys a favor?" The red head inquired.
"Sure Jean. You can like, ask us anything," Kitty told her brightly.
"Well, can you guys come to my place tonight and test out this meal I'm going to make for Scott on Friday?" Jean asked meekly.
"I'm always up for free food," Bobby told her.
"Whaht ya gonna make, Jean?" Rogue asked.
"Oh, this Dutch pork chop recipe I found (1)," Jean told her.
"Ah'll gladly help ya out with the Tux boy," Rogue told her. Kitty nodded her agreement. Jean brightened up.
"Great! Be at my place at six!" Jean said, turning to head back to perfumes. Rogue thought for a moment, realizing this was another thing marked off of her list. That Secret Santa was clever.
----
Dinner had been delicious the night before and the three had told Jean that Scott would love it. Rogue was thoroughly pleased and ran the list through her mind. What was left? The date was on for tomorrow. The dress and shoes were needed. The socks and bubble bath. She would probably get two today and two tomorrow. She walked to her register to find nothing there and knew he was probably going to sneak it when she wasn't looking.
She continued with working and when she got back from checking the fitting room, a package with red wrapping paper and a black bow sat there. She smirked and opened it. There were ten pairs of warm, fuzzy socks. Five had playing cards on them and the others were in various patterns. She looked at the note.
Rogue
I'll waste a whole ton of money on you.
Secret Santa
Rogue shook her head and laughed at that. This guy was just ridiculous. She tucked the socks away, amused by it. Playing cards. She was pretty sure that was suppose to be a hint. Who did she know who had a lot of playing cards and stuff related to that?
A bossy old lady came to the register and Rogue had to put her pondering aside as she rang the woman up, who was followed by a frazzled looking young woman and it continued on like that for an hour or so. Soon enough, the idea of figuring out who the Secret Santa was had left her mind as she continued to work. When the crowd had died down, Rogue went to check the fitting rooms and came back just in time for Kitty to snag her for lunch. When they came back, there was a basket on her counter. Rogue walked up to it and plucked the note off.
Rogue,
Hope you enjoy your bath. Too bad I can't join you.
Secret Santa
"I've come ta the conclusion thaht mah Secret Santa is a shameless flirt," Rogue said, handing the note to Kitty while looking through the bath products. Expensive brands as usual.
"Like, totally," Kitty said. "Hopefully he's got looks to make up for it."
"Ah think he does," Rogue told her.
"Do you have like, an idea as to who it is?" Kitty asked coyly.
"Mahybeh," Rogue said lightly. "But Ah ain't tellin' til Ah'm completely sure."
"C'mon! You have to like, tell me!" Kitty whined.
"Nah, he'll reveal himself when he wants ta, Kit," Rogue told her. "Now, get yoahr sorry butt back ta cosmetics!"
"Okay, okay, like, I'm going!" Kitty said, heading back to her area.
----
It was Friday and Rogue felt herself a bit excited for her date. She walked to her cash register with a bounce in her step and found two boxes at her cash register. She took the note and read it.
Rogue,
I got some help with the shoes. No worries.
Secret Santa
Rogue smirked a bit and opened the big box. A deep purple silk dress with frilly, long sleeves was there. It was long and loose with a slit just above her knee. The neckline was a gentle swoop and looked like it would be modest yet flattering. She turned to the other box and opened it, revealing a pair of heels that weren't too high or two low that were in a matching purple color. There were opened toed and there was part to keep the heel in place and the part that covered part of the toes was twisted design with white jewels glittering in the store light. There was also a strap to make double sure they stayed on her feet.
Kitty would squeal over them. Rogue tucked the items away, considering what to do with her hair. The day seemed to drag on and on. She had had lunch with Kitty, Jean, and Bobby. Kitty had demanded to see the shoes and she did squeal, going on about how expensive the brand was. Finally, it was the end of Rogue's shift. She grabbed her items and rushed out of the store. Kitty nearly missed her and struggled to keep pace with her.
"Like, what's the rush?" She asked.
"Ah got two hours ta get ready, Kit," Rogue told her. "I told ya about the date!"
"Wow, you're like, overly excited about this guy," Kitty said. "I'm coming and helping you get ready this time. Just so I can like, meet this guy."
"Kitteh, Ah don't think that's-"
"No, Rogue. I'm like, totally going to meet you at your apartment," Kitty told her firmly. Rogue sighed, knowing there was no fighting with her. They went to their separate cars and went in the same way.
----
Kitty had made a huge fuss over everything and spent more time than necessary on Rogue's hair. Rogue stood in front of the full body length mirror in room, seeing that the dress fit her perfectly and the necklace Kitty insisted she wear looked rather well, the emerald bringing out her eyes and giving a nice contrast to the dress. She wore nude colored panty hose and the shoes. She sighed and looked at her hands. She had stopped wearing gloves as soon as she had control of her mutation. It had taken a while but she had finally gotten control. She had figured Remy was a mutant too due to his eyes. Part of her wondered what his power was. Kitty was also a mutant and could phase through things.
It made life interesting. She walked out of her room after double checking the elaborate up-do that Kitty had done. Kitty was waiting in the living room/dining room area and started to applaud when she saw her.
"He should like, be here anytime," she said, standing up. "I'll answer the door and like, call you to come out. Just to, y'know, make it all the more dramatic." Rogue rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
"Ah don't get ya, Kitteh," she said as the doorbell rang.
"Get in the kitchen!" Kitty said, pushing her into the cramped room and rushing to the door. Rogue rubbed her arm, scowling a bit. She heard the door open and the small talk between Kitty and Remy.
"Rogue! Your date's here!" Kitty called and Rogue took a breath. She took a step out of the kitchen and into the living area, looking straight at Remy. His shaggy hair was slicked back and he wore a nice, clean white shirt and a black blazer and pants. He looked at her, mouth slightly agape but he quickly recovered, taking her hand and gently setting a kiss on it.
"Y' look amazin', cherie," he said in a breathy voice. Rogue felt a blush creep up her face and heard a giggle. She sent a glare at Kitty who held an innocent look on her face.
"Okay, like, you two have fun," Kitty said, turning to the couch and flopping on it. "I'm like, going to just enjoy a little TV."
"Don't ya dare get any movies or anythang!" Rogue warned, stepping out of the apartment with Remy.
"That's a good idea!" Kitty called as the door shut. Remy smirked slightly.
"Fun friend," he said.
"Try dealin' with her everyday," Rogue joked back.
"So, what's dis about 'Rogue?'" Remy asked as they made their way to his car.
"Just an old nickname," she told him. "Only certain people get ta call me it though."
"Hopefully I'll be on dat list by den end a de night," Remy said, opening the passenger door to the BMW for her.
"Ah think ya'd like it if ya could call me Marie," Rogue told him. "Very few people get ta call me thaht."
"Well den, I'll make sure it's dat den," he said, getting in the driver's seat.
----
Remy pulled the BMW up to a nice little restaurant in a well-to-do area of town and a valet parked the car. Remy and Rogue made their way to the entrance.
"LeBeau," Remy told the hostess who smiled at him, throwing in a little seductive but Remy seemed to ignore her. This caused a slight look of disappointment to lace her features but she quickly seated the two at a candlelit table looking out at the street. It was somewhat a private area with a decorative wall and a plant separating the pair from the rest of the restaurant.
"Well, if this is the first date, Ah wonder whaht ya do for a gal on the second," Rogue said.
"Wouldn' dis be de second?" Remy asked, teasingly.
"Nah, we just met thaht first time, sugah," Rogue told him.
"Blind date den," Remy joked. Rogue rolled her eyes.
"Fahne, blind date," she said, not telling him about what was on her first list. They both had a good dinner and chatted about how their weeks were going and so on. Remy would occasionally slip a flirtatious innuendo and Rogue would retort. They spent a while talking and Rogue couldn't help the warm feeling that she was getting.
She looked back at the conversation she had with Kitty about him when she first saw him. He really wasn't as shallow as he thought. He just got a lot of attention and played with it. He was actually rather intelligent, witty, and creative.
Music began to play and Remy looked towards the dance floor. He rose and held his hand out.
"May dis Swamp Rat have a dance wit' de belle River Rat?" He asked. Rogue smiled and took his hand.
"You certainly may," she told him. "But don't ya dare get frisky."
"Darn, dere went my elaborate scheme," Remy said, smiling a bit as he lead her to the dance floor. He gently set his hand on her waist and began to lead her in a slow waltz, never breaking eye contact. The feeling was making Rogue remember when she had first looked into his eyes and what she had felt then. It felt like they were the only two in the room and nothing else mattered. Remy pulled her closer and Rogue rested her head on his shoulder.
"Remy," Rogue whispered.
"Shh," Remy said, gently swaying with the music. Rogue smiled slightly.
"You can call meh Marie."
----
The next day, Kitty had demanded full details on the date as they made their way to the spa. Rogue had given her sparse details. And even at that, Kitty managed to squeal.
"Rogue, what if he is, like, your soul mate?!" She asked.
"Whaht?" Rogue asked, looking at her quizzically as the stood in front of the building the spa was housed in.
"Well, like, you didn't go into detail but it was so written on your face," Kitty said in a delighted tone.
"Let's just enjoy our spa day, okay?" Rogue asked, her cheeks turning a rosy color.
"Okay then," Kitty said in a sing song voice. And enjoy the spa day they did.
Author Note cont:
1- one of my favorite recipes...I'm hungry now.
Yeah, I'm horrid at writing dates. That's partially what took me so long.
Oh, and I should totally draw Rogue's date outfit.
OMG SO MUCH FLUFF. You all have no idea how difficult it is for me to write straight fluff. I was fighting all the humorous ideas in my head that would've spoiled the date. ARGH. I hope you all enjoy this. I want a lot of Christmas presents. Lots.
Oh, and what shall be on her list for the next installment?