A/N: This is just a couple of conversations that needed to be brought out into the open. More exciting stuff to come, promise. Thanks to xxsocoxx for adding this to Favorites! :)

xdreamernumbuhfour: Denial, thy name is Rogue...lol. ;) Yeah, the guys mostly want to be him, hehehe. Glad you liked the last chap. FF does that every now and again. I've had my share of issues with it, myself.

GhostAuthor: *laughs delightedly* I am so glad you enjoyed it! I thought it made for an appropriate ending, to end with a laugh.

roguelover321: Happy you loved it! :D

Team-JEdward2010: Yeah, Pete will help her forget all about that. ;)

Chica De Los Ojos Cafe: Yes, Professor was in on it. The rest of the cast was Scott, Logan (they would hurt the poor Cajun if they weren't and we can't have that.), Storm, Beast and Wanda. Yeah, poor Jubes! It probably would have been, if she had the chance. No, it would have been too late, if Rogue were married for real. XD Thanx you!

roguey21: Yeah, from what I hear, it was good. When those two set out to do something, it's gotta be good!

Chellerbelle: Thank you! :) You bring up a good point. Chalk it up to being one of my goofs...hehehe.

scott has a pole up his ass: You know, that surprised me too and I'm the one that wrote the dang thing! XD Thanks!

Madame Star: Usually, I try to update nightly, or every other, depending on how easily the chapter comes to me. So happy you liked them and Scott's performance.

Sonar: Yeah, I wanted to do something a little different with him, this time. I'm glad it worked and thanks so much!

acupofchamomile: Mwoohahahaha.....thank you so very much, I do try! ;) We are approaching the end, so who knows what will happen.

Courtneykutie: I figured he had to come in somewhere. Tune in for more...ha!

A couple of hours later, Rogue knows what she has to do. She heads down to the kitchen and grabs a pint of Cherry Garcia and two spoons. Arriving at her destination, she softly knocks on Kitty's door. Kitty phases her head outside the door and Rogue holds up the container and spoons. Kitty goes back in and opens her door.

Rogue seats herself at the foot of Kitty's bed and passes her one of the spoons, then opens the container.

Kitty speaks up after eating a spoonful. "Like, why did you do that, Rogue?" Kitty asks, the hurt pouring from her voice.

"Kit, ya know I could ask ya tha same thing. I know ya jus' wanted me ta have more fun, but I'm not like ya. I like havin' time ta myself an' I wasn' interested in any a tha guys here. Ya know that. So, why were ya gonna force me ta go out with some guy I don' even know?"

"I know I was wrong in doing that, but I was worried about you." Kitty looks down and absentmindedly digs in the container. "I'm sorry for setting you up like that."

"Ya didn' need ta be worried, Kit. At leas' it worked out so I was goin' out with a guy I actually wanted ta go with. If ya tell him I said that, I will arrange it ta where I'm ya sparrin' partner for a solid month!" Rogue threatens as she waves her spoon at Kitty. "But all that aside, apology accepted." Rogue grins.

"Don't, like worry. You're secret's safe with me. I really don't want to be your sparring partner!" Kitty shudders, then continues. "Yeah, you only got, like one of the hottest guys I've ever seen!" Kitty joshes. "So, just how did he end up being the one to win? I thought we posted the description ambiguously enough."

Rogue smiles slyly. "Ya thought ya did, but Wanda figured it out an' tol' me. Remy jus' got back inta town an' happened ta be there, so we originally planned on Wanda bein' my date. I didn' know those two were arrangin' for him ta be. I'm sorry if I hurt ya with our pretendin' ta run away."

"Actually, it was kinda funny." Kitty giggles lightly. "It would have been better if, like Scott and Mr. Logan weren't in on it."

"We thought it would raise Remy's chances a survival. That's why they were." Rogue explains with some amusement.

"Well, are you and Remy an 'item', now?" Kitty asks merrily.

"Kit! We've only been out a few times."

"And you were, like out with him all night." Kitty adds observantly.

"Yeah, but nothin' happened." Rogue retorts lightly.

"So you think." Kitty shoots back in a sing-song voice.

"Ya dreamin' hon. So...what's goin' on with ya an' mista 'buns a steel'?" Rogue queries teasingly as she changes the subject.

Kitty immediately quiets as her face flushes brightly.

"Uh-huh, I thought so." Rogue grins knowingly.

"We have a date on Friday." Kitty bubbles excitedly. "And I can't believe Jean totally told you about that!" She adds in a miffed tone.

"Oh, c'mon. I'm tha only otha one that knows an' ya know how hard it is ta keep secrets in this place. Think a how many ya've uncovered." Rogue reminds her.

Kitty snorts delicately. "Like it's soo hard when most are happening, like right in front of me."

"Jean an' I were tha only ones in tha hall when she tol' me, so don' worry." Rogue reassures the girl.

"I guess that's, like okay then." Kitty answers dubiously.

"I won' tell anyone, I promise."

"Oh, well...good!" Kitty's bubbly demeanor is back.

"Are ya ready for ya date with Muscles?" Rogue queries playfully.

"Rogue!" Kitty picks up her pillow and buries her face in it.

"Teasin' goes both ways, Kit."

Kitty lowers the pillow after a minute and sighs. "I think I am, but then I think of what happened with Lance." She says, deflating just a bit.

"Kit, Pete is nothin' like Lance. From what I've seen a him, he seems ta be very sweet. An' he seems ta like ya."

"You really think so?"

"He wouldna asked ya if he didn'." Rogue reasons.

""Yeah, I suppose you're right." Kitty responds with a grin.

"Ya gonna be okay? 'Cause I'm goin' ta bed if ya are." Rogue stifles a yawn.

"Sure I am. I'm just going to go through my closet and pick out what I'm going to wear for Petey." Kitty replies and bounds over to her closet, flinging open the door.

Rogue chuckles to herself. "G'night, Kit." She says as she opens the door to leave.

"Like, 'night." Kitty calls out from the stuffed recesses of her closet.

In his room, Remy is sprawled out on his bed, clad in nothing but a pair of pajama pants. He spies the latest issue of his motorcycle magazine on the nightstand. Picking it up, he starts flipping through it, but his thoughts are far from the newest bikes to hit the showroom floor. Instead, they are on Rogue. Who is he kidding? Lately, his thoughts are usually on the fiery southerner. Remy figures that it's time to be honest with himself. He mentally admits that he becomes more attracted to her with each passing day. That camping trip last night was more fun than he's had in awhile. Pranking most of the residents with their assumed marriage was hilarious. He could just picture their stunned expressions as the note was read. Judging by the reactions tonight, it must have been a priceless moment. He puts down the magazine and lays back, grinning to himself as the image of their kiss tonight imprints itself on his mind. His thoughts are short-lived however, when he is disrupted by a knock on the door. Getting up, he opens the door to find Kurt staring furiously back at him, his expression changing to one of confusion, when he notices that Rogue isn't with Remy.

"Vhere iz mein zister?" Kurt asks tightly.

"Las' I lef' 'er, she was in 'er room. Why?" Remy replies in irritation.

"You shouldn't be vith her." Kurt states angrily.

"W'at makes y' t'ink y' can decide who y'r soeur sees? De way I see it, she's mo' dan capable o' choosin' 'er own homme." Remy retorts acidly.

"She iz too gut for you." Kurt counters hotly.

"As long as Rogue wants t' see me, I will keep goin' out wit' 'er. Y' 'ave no righ' t' stop us. I don' care who y' t'ink y' are!" Remy argues fiercely.

"Vhat do you mean 'going out' vith her? Aren't you two married?" Kurt questions in bewilderment.

Remy quirks an eyebrow at him. "Y' weren' dere w'en we got back?"

"Nein. I vas out vith Amanda."

Remy replies with a shake of his head. "We ain' married. We jus' did dat t' teach de femmes not t' mess wit' Rogue's pers'nal life." Remy explains in a vexed tone of voice. "Maybe y' need t' learn dat lesson as well, non?"

"How dare you! I am looking out for mein zister's best interests. I don' t know vhat she sees in you, but she can do much better." Kurt answers furiously.

"Den I wond'r why she didn' go out wit' any o' dose hommes dat y' say are bett'r f'r 'er. Hmm...maybe it be 'cuz she wasn' int'rested in any o' dem?" Remy inquires smartly.

"Just vhat are your intentions vith Rogue?" Kurt glares at him suspiciously.

"I don' b'lieve dis! Look, I like bein' wit' y'r soeur. 'M not out t' play 'er. She's t' special f'r dat. Dere's somet'in' diff'ren' 'bout 'er dat I 'aven' seen in any ot'er femme. "Lemme ask y' somet'in'. I've seen y' wit' dat Amanda fille. Don' y' see dat in 'er?" Remy questions with sly curiosity.

Kurt regards the Cajun warily for a few moments, then confirms Remy's question.

"Ja, I do." He states quietly, then sighs, jamming a hand through his hair in concession. "If you hurt Rogue, I vill teleport you back to ze Rippers' stronghold und make sure you don't come back out."

"D'accord. If I 'urt Rogue, den I really don' deserve 'er." Remy gravely replies.

Kurt groans. "I need zleep. I have ze early session in ze morgen." He says wearily as he 'ports back to his room.

Remy wags his head in annoyance as he rolls his eyes. He climbs into bed, pulling the sheet over him and falls asleep quickly, dreaming of Rogue once again.