A/N: There is a FanFiction group page on Facebook for anyone who is interested in joining. It is for both authors and readers, so if you're interested, check it out. Authors can post their links there, so more people can gain access to their stories. It's called the FanFiction Promotion Group. Hands-down, New Orleans was the overall favorite. A great big thanks to everyone who voted! :D Thanks to Renting, who added this to Story Alert and faves. Woo-hoo! XD

Sonar: Yes, I agree. :) Logan's paybacks tend to be...oh, how shall I put this delicately, painful?

Chellerbelle: Me too, me too. It's just too much fun to resist.

Courtney Summers: Hehehehehe......I have a picture in my mind and it is hilarious.

Adoete: I estimate that I have approximately 3 chaps left and yeees...one of them is indeed the wedding. I say approximately, 'cuz I sometimes change my mind.

tfobmv18: Happy you do and your wait is over (for this chap, at least).

Madame Star: Oh yes, (evil laughter) can't you just picture it? While Remy's more of a prankster, I think John corners the market in funny insanity. Both can provide one with hours of uproarious entertainment.

Team-JEdward2010: Most definitely! I think he knows many different things that he probably shouldn't. ;) Logan killing Remy is definitely NOT an option (in my stories, anyway). If you think Rogue's temper was bad when he was against her marrying him, just imagine how much worse it would be if he killed Rems! Not good.

cheerpandagal: Yep, it was the choice! Too bad Remy didn't have someone waiting with a camera. Aaaarrggghh...I shoulda thought of that! Hmmmm......

roguelover321: Thanks bunches and here ya go!

Shiro-Kitsune8: Lol! I wish I'd thought of that. He sure would have stunk pretty. XD

Sweetcornbee: I can't wait to write about the wedding! Remy's antics are just soo much fun, non?

Chica De Los Ojos Cafe: Hmm....I'll have to see if I can come up with something. That might take awhile. Lol.

scott has a pole up his ass: That'll be lots of fun! Not to mention a pink and splotchy Logan. Now that was fun.

xdreamernumbuhfour: Ha! Lol...the things you can do with Photoshop (wicked laughter).

Disclaimer: Seriously?! This is purely for entertainment. Me no own nothing.

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Sonar and Chica requested this part. XD

A few days before their departure to New Orleans~

Logan sits in the Danger Room with Bobby and Sam, running through the plan of action once more. "Okay, you guys know what yer doin'?" He questions gruffly.

"This is gonna be sweet!" Bobby rubs his hands together gleefully.

"Ja, I can't vait to see vhat happens." Kurt adds with a laugh.

"Good. Let's do this." Logan dismisses them and prepares the sim. He chuckles evilly to himself. True, he did work the Cajun to the point of exhaustion the day after he pulled the spray paint stunt with the robotic orbs, but that wasn't satisfying enough. No, he wants to hit Gumbo where it hurts, so to speak. Especially when two days after the incident, pictures of a 'rosier' him were posted all over the mansion. That's why he's enlisted the assistance of Kurt and Bobby. Since he's not as...gifted in the area of practical jokes as certain other residents, he sought their help and they came up with some really good ideas.

As the team files in for their session, Logan glances at Remy, who's walking a bit strangely.

"Problem, Gumbo?" Logan growls as Rogue looks over.

"Yeah, Rems. Ya've been walkin' funny eva since this mornin'."

"'S not'in'. I'll be fine. C'n we get on wit' dis?" He questions Logan impatiently, not at all looking forward to the session.

"Sure, whatever ya say, Bub." Logan replies almost agreeably. He loves nothing more than a good DR session to get the blood moving. He allows himself a small grin as he turns to activate the sim. It would seem that things are already going to plan. While Remy took Rogue out to breakfast earlier, Kurt 'ported into his room and switched his underwear with the same style and colors, only a size smaller, after washing the new ones several times to resemble the others. Logan glances over at Kurt and gives him an imperceptible nod of approval.

The further they get into the session, the more Remy's discomfort is becoming more and more evident. Rogue keeps darting him concerned looks, but he continues to press on. Finally, it's over and Rogue rushes over to him.

"Are ya alright, sugah?" She asks worriedly.

"Didn' wan' t' say dis in front o' ev'ryone, but it would seem dat 'm a bit...chafed, cherie. A certain, ahem, garmen' ain' fittin' righ'." He whispers uncomfortably to her. She's wondering just what he means, when sudden comprehension causes her face to take on a shade similar to a beet.

"Oh." She replies in a small voice. "Um...did you wash them any differently than you usually do?" Shyness colors her voice.

"Non. Washed 'em de same as always. Don' und'rstan' why dey fittin' s' tight."

"Well...did ya try anotha...ah, pair?" Rogue inquires.

"Tried 'em all, cherie. Dey all fit de same as dese."

Rogue looks him over carefully. "Ya don' look like ya put on any weight, Rems."

"Don' t'ink I did, Roguey. M' uniform an' jeans fit jus' fine."

"That's odd. Maybe ya shouldn' buy that brand again." She suggests.

"Maybe. 'M goin' t' go on up an' shower. Wan' t' 'elp me?" He asks flirtatiously.

"As temptin' as tha offa sounds, I'm gonna haveta pass for now. Catch me in a week, sugah." She winks, passing him a saucy grin and turns to sashay out of the room.

"Ill do mo' den catch y'." Remy murmurs to himself, delightedly watching her retreating form.

Upstairs, Bobby and Kurt add the finishing touches to the rest of 'Logan's Revenge'.

"You finished?" Bobby whispers to Kurt, who is closing the bathroom door.

"Ja, he vill be coming soon, ve need to get out of here." Bobby places a hand on the elf's shoulder and with a BAMF, they end up in Kurt's room. Kurt opens the door a crack and they watch for Gambit's arrival.

Remy finally makes his way up to his room, wincing with every step. He enters his room and grabs a pair of soft flannel pajama pants. As much as he doesn't want to, he will have to call off his date with Rogue. He shakes his head in resignation and opens his bathroom door. He doesn't get too far, since there is a clear, stretchy and sticky barrier across the doorway, from top to bottom. Stepping back, he runs a finger down his face. Remy licks it, noticing that it is corn syrup. His suspicion stoked, he undresses and looks at the waistband of the offending garment.

"Whoev'r did dis is goin' t' get it, now." He vows as he notes the size is too small.

Bobby and Kurt snicker quietly outside his door as he tears down the plastic wrap, getting corn syrup all over him. As he steps into his shower, he looks around carefully, inspecting both his shampoo and body wash bottles before turning on the hot water.

While this is happening, the two jokesters wait outside to hear the result of their final prank. What they didn't bargain on was somebody making her way to Remy's room.

"What're you two doin' here?" Rogue questions warily, startling the two guys. "Uh, vell...." Kurt begins as Rogue's piercing gaze pins him. "...vell, ve vere concerned after seeing him in DR today." Kurt finishes as a look of relief crosses his features.

"Uh-huh. Y'all know I was born at night, but not las' night, right?" The southern belle gazes at them shrewdly as Bobby whispers "Busted.", getting him an elbow in the gut.

"Ya seriously think I haven' heard a tha trick where ya switch a person's underwear with tha same thing, only a size smaller.?" She questions them with a snort. "So, did ya do this on ya own, or did someone put ya up ta it?" Rogue places her hands on her hips, waiting for her answer. The two offenders look at each other and quickly decide that they're not going to be the only ones going down for this. "Alright, alright! Herr Logan had us come up vith some pranks to get back at Remy for zhat one vith ze paintballs. By ze vay, ve loved zhat one." Kurt adds with a grin. "But ja, zhis vas all his idea." Kurt and Bobby try to pull off innocent faces. Rogue is clearly not falling for it, the wheels already turning in her head on how to get Logan really good. She should have realized that he wouldn't be happy with just one grueling DR session.

"W'at de...?!" They hear Remy shout as Kurt and Bobby start laughing. Rogue tries the door and finds it locked. She concentrates and 'borrows' Kurt's ability and 'ports herself into his room. She stops dead in her tracks as she takes in the sight of Remy, clad in only a towel.

"Uh....I, umm....well, I-I was just seein' if ya were okay." Rogue stammers as she blushes, her gaze traveling the length of his well-sculpted body.

Remy smirks. "I would enjoy dis momen' mo' if I weren' s' blasted sticky." Remy tells her. "But den again......" Remy trails off as he pulls her close and kisses her deeply. "Can' wait til we're married, amour." He murmurs into her ear as a shiver slides down her spine. As she pulls away from him, she notes that he is indeed sticky. She leans closer and takes a sniff. There is a slight fruity scent emanating from him.

"What did those two clowns do ta ya, hon?" Rogue gazes at him sympathetically. "Ya smell like...like Lifesavers." Rogue says, just now realizing what they must have done. Remy gingerly walks into the bathroom and unscrews the shower head and looks inside, seeing a few small slivers of the candy.

"Who did dis?" He questions her. "Firs', m' undert'in's, den de plastic wrap smeared wit' corn syrup, now dis." He throws his hands up in exasperation, then charges up the candy slivers. A series of small 'pops' are heard and he replaces the shower head.

"It was Bobby an' Kurt, Rems. They were actin' on Logan's orders."

"Hmm....we're jus' goin' t' 'ave t' get dem back den. But let's wait til I can walk no'mally again. By de way, jus' w'at were y' doin' outside o' m' door. Change y'r min' 'bout takin' dat shower wit' me, Roguey?" Remy inquires seductively.

"Ya wish, Cajun." Rogue jests.

"Oui, I do. Y' 'ave no idea 'ow much." Remy states impishly.

"I'm not sure I wanna. Anyway, I was jus' comin' by ta see if ya wanted me ta get ya anythin', like maybe some, ah...powder or somethin'."

"Goin' shoppin'?"

"Yeah, I gotta get a few more things before we leave." Rogue informs him.

"Chere, I 'ate t' do dis, but I got' t' call off our date t'nigh'."

"I undastan', sugah. Goin' out for a ride probably wouldn' do ya any good. If ya wan', we can watch a movie later." Rogue suggests and adds a quick peck on the lips for good measure.

"Sure, mon tresor. We'll take ov'r de media room lat'r, aft'r dinn'r. Wait." He stops Rogue as she turns to leave. She looks at him questioningly. "I need t' check somet'in' befo' y' go." He cautiously moves over to his dresser and opens one of the top drawers. Inspecting the items within, he sighs in relief. "I was goin' t' sen' y' aft'r dose deux if de righ' ones weren' returned." Remy explains.

"Don' worry, sugah. They'll get theirs an' I already have somethin' in min' for Logan." She responds with an evil grin.

"Oh, I can' wait t' 'ear dis." Remy answers with one of his own.

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New Orleans~

After packing and repacking the Blackbird and Velocity to capacity, the wedding party arrives in New Orleans in a matter of hours. The guests will be trickling in over the next few days. Accommodations have been arranged in one of the city's finer hotels, courtesy of Henri and Professor. The weary group finally arrives at Remy's former home, which happens to be a large mansion, where he is greeted jubilantly by Tante Mattie. Rogue watches in amusement as Tante fusses over him. Tante's gaze settles on Rogue. "S' y'r de fille who 'as managed t' steal dis t'ief's 'eart." Tante smiles brilliantly as she embraces Rogue warmly.

"I t'ink she likes y'." Remy quips.

"Hush, y'." Tante scolds. "Y' sure picked a belle femme, fils." Tante looks her over with an appraising eye. "Feisty, but wit' a 'eart o' gol'. I like dat."

"Tante, why don' y' let dem go t' deir rooms an' get settled. B'sides, Mercy an' I 'ave been waitin' t' meet Rogue t'." Henri teasingly requests as he rushes into the room and grabs Remy in a bear hug. "Man, 'ave I missed y', petite frere." Henri gushes as Rogue laughs.

"'Ey! Don' crush me befo' I 'ave de chance t' be wit' Rogue." Remy protests, trying to pry Henri off him. There are snickers and giggles throughout the group.

"Excuse m' 'usban's obvious lack o' manners in showin' y' t' y'r rooms." Mercy enters the room gracefully, despite being several months pregnant. She hugs Remy affectionately, then Rogue. "It'll be s' bon t' fin'ly 'ave a soeur-in-law." She bubbles happily. "Henri, y' will need t' show dem t' deir rooms, chere." She reminds him as she pats her distended belly. "'M not t' be takin' de stairs t' much, r'member?"

"I know, petite fleur. I was jus' getting' t' dat." He smiles indulgently at her. "Professeur, we 'ave fixed a room down 'ere f'r y'. Mercy, will y' take 'im an' I will show ev'ryone else aroun'?" At Mercy's nod, he turns to the rest of the assembly. "If y' will follow me." He gives them a small bow and takes the lead. "M'sieur Logan, y' will be stayin' in dis room 'ere. Remy, y' sharin' y' room wit' Kurt. In dis room will be Pete an' John." He indicates the room across the hall from Remy's. "Bobby an' Scott will be 'ere." The room next to Remy's. "An' Ray, Roberto, y' will stay 'ere." He points out the room by Pete and John. "Now, if y' filles come wit' me." Henri skips a door on either side. "Rogue, y' an' Wanda will stay 'ere. Nex' t' y' will be de chaton an' Jean. Across de 'all in dese deux rooms will be Jubilee an' Amara an' Rahne an' Amanda. Tante 'as dinner ready at 5:30, s' y' 'ave some time t' get some res' an' get y'r t'ings put away. If y' 'ave any questions, y' can ask Remy o' any one o' us an' we'll be mo' dan 'appy t' 'elp y'." He turns toward Rogue. "It's bon t' meet de belle femme who 'as made mon frere s' 'appy. Welcome t' de famille." He takes her hand and kisses the back.

"Thank ya. I've been waitin' ta meet y'all too. Remy's been lookin' forward ta seein' ya again." Rogue smiles fondly, already liking these people.

My mind stubbornly refuses to operate anymore, so I'm ending here, for now. What's next, you ask? You shall see....oh, yes, you shall see.