Chellerbelle: I know where you're coming from. I literally sat there for hours, trying to come up with something for Logan to do himself.I think my problem with that was that I just don't see him as the pranking type. That could just be me, though. Other than that, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Shiro-Kitsune8: I do too. I could listen to it for hours on end. Yes, that would be a very good possibility.
Riley-the-Sadist848: Yeah, poor guy. At least he has Rogue to take care of him. New Orleans is quite fitting, given their theme. Somehow, I knew that would end up being the choice ;).
roguelover321: You ask, you get. :D
xdreamernumbuhfour: Lol, very creative and evil! Me like how you think. I'm reviewing the possibilities for payback in my head, now.
cheerpandagal: (evil laughter) Yeeess.
Madame Star: Revenge will be had in this chap! Remy's not going to take that sitting down. XD
scott has a pole up his ass: Yes, yes you do.
Chica De Los Ojos Cafe: Yes, they did, but Logan should have left well-enough alone. He knows not what he started. Hahahahahahahahahaha..........
Team-JEdward2010: That's very true about both guys, but they should know better than to mess with the master. Bwahahahaha......
Sonar: You're welcome! :) I'm glad you liked it so much. Aah yes, still so much to go.
acupofchamomile: Hehehe...no, it won't be his clothes. Can you imagine the wide-spread destruction of an angry Rogue? The clothes will be left alone, but I have another idea brewing...
Courtney Summers: Thanks! Stay tuned for more.
Isis: Thanks for all the great compliments! I'm so happy that you're enjoying the story.
Fruit Case: Thanks! Hang on for more.
"Y' got it, cherie?" Remy whispers to his partner in crime.
"Right here, sugah." Rogue whispers back and hands him a small canister. Remy shakes the contents all over the bed, and on the pillow, then takes it into the bathroom and sprinkles it onto one of the towels. They share an evil grin.
"Dis is goin' t' be s' good." Remy says as he rubs his hands together.
"We make a good team, Rems." Rogue tells him with an impish grin. She wraps her arms around his waist. "Only six more days."
"Oui, we do an' I can' wait. S' all we need is t' get de stuff done f'r Iceboy. Y' talked t' Stormy, righ'?"
"Definitely. Even talked tha otha girls inta playin' along with tha plan." Rogue informs him smugly.
"Ooh....y'r diabolical. I love dat in a femme." Remy tells her as she reaches up to kiss him. As their kiss becomes more passionate, Kurt enters the room.
"AHHH!!!! I'm blind! Do you mind not doing zhat vith mein schwester? At least, not vhile I'm in ze room." Kurt exclaims in horror, with one hand flung over his eyes.
"Kurt!" Rogue rolls her eyes. "We're gonna be married in six days, so ya bes' get used ta it. I will kiss him wherever an' whenever I wan'. Besides, ya've seen us kiss before." Rogue declares.
"W'erev'r?" Remy questions suggestively.
"Ya know what I meant an' ya really not helpin'." Rogue informs him with a small laugh.
"I'll r'member y' sayin' dat, an' who says I was tryin' t' 'elp?" Remy murmurs in her ear as Rogue chuckles and lightly smacks him in the chest.
"Ja, I've seen you kiss before, but not like zat!" Kurt shudders, trying to dispel the image from his mind. He gets into his suitcase for a nice shirt and black jeans. "Amanda und I are going into ze city vith Bobby und Jubes. Henri said he'd take us around. Are you coming?"
"Lemme guess, Mercy's kickin' 'im out s' she can res'?" Remy smirks at Kurt.
"Big time. She told him zhat if he brought us back before midnight, he'd be on ze couch until after ze baby comes. So are you going to come along?"
"Non, I don' t'ink s'. Maybe t'morrow. Roguey an' I 'ave plans f'r t'nigh', righ' amour?"
"Yep, Rems is gonna catch up with Tante an' I'm getting' tagetha with Wands an' Kit ta fin' time ta get ta tha church ta see what needs ta be done for decoratin'."
"Oh, okay zhen. Vell, I vill change und get going zhen. See you later." Kurt smiles at the pair and enters the bathroom to change. They laugh when they hear him chanting "...party, party, paaarty!"
After waiting for what seems like hours, the four 'partiers' leave, with Henri in tow. "Po' Henri. Dey goin' t' wear 'im out." Remy predicts humorously. "Y ' ready t' do dis?" He asks Rogue, who looks back at him with a decidedly sneaky expression.
"Wheneva ya are, sugah." She passes him a sassy grin and steps aside for him to lead the way.
They move quietly to the next door and Remy presses his ear to it, checking for inside sounds. He grimaces as he straightens up and knocks.
"Scooter's in dere." He informs Rogue quietly.
Scott answers the door. "Oh. Hi Remy, Rogue."
"'Ey Scott. Jus' wonderin' if y' were enjoyin' y'self." Remy says pleasantly.
"Yes, I am. Jean and I are going to go take in some of the sights and find a place for a nice, quiet dinner."
"Well, N'Awlins 'as jus' about any type o' cuisine y'r lookin' f'r, Cyke. Know w'at y'r wantin'?" Remy queries, knowing that Scott and Jean were two of several that were taken by surprise at the heat that Tante's food packed.
"Jean and I were thinking Italian."
"I know jus' de place. Tres romantique." Rogue looks at him with an upraised brow.
"W'at? I was plannin' on takin' y' t'morrow nigh', cherie." Remy tells her in an attempt to placate her.
"Jus' so long as ya were gonna." Rogue responds with a dainty sniff as Remy grabs her from behind and pulls her against him.
"Aw, c'mon, Roguey. Y' know I love only y'." Remy murmurs to her as Scott looks around uncomfortably.
Rogue reaches a hand up and strokes his jawline. "Ya betta an' I think Scott's waitin' for directions."
A low chuckle is heard from Remy. "I do, an' let Jean be de one t' teach 'im dose directions. 'E's jus' not m' type." He replies slyly.
"Remy, that's not what I meant, ya Swamp Rat!" Rogue declares as a flush covers Scott's face.
Remy's chuckle turns wicked. "I know dat, cherie, jus' couldn' let de opportunity pass me by." He states cheekily, then turns to Scott and carefully recites the directions to the restaurant. Scott turns to meet Jean at her room. Remy and Rogue snicker quietly, then sneak into his shared room with their next victim.
The two head downstairs to enjoy another one of Tante's mouth-watering dishes. Rogue departs later with Kitty and Wanda to make plans to go to the church tomorrow, leaving Remy with Tante.
"Y' picked a bon one dere, fils." Tante tells him happily.
"Oui, I know, Tante. I love 'er s' much." He gazes up at the woman who has been like a mother to him.
"I know y' do, I can see it, Remy. Y' don' know 'ow 'appy y' make dis ol' femme t' see y' wit' a fille like 'er. She's special, dat Rogue." Tante leans over and kisses the top of his head.
"Oui, she is. I can' imagine m' life wit'out 'er." Remy stands and smooches his Tante's cheek. "Love y', Tante."
"Love y' t', boy. Now go on, I got bakin' t' do." Tante chases him out the door, but with a fond smile.
Early in the morning, an alarm goes off at 3:00. It is no ordinary alarm that beeps. Oh no, this one has a radio that is set to a local death metal station with the volume turned all the way up. Everyone in the house is awakened by the deafening music, Bobby nearly falling out of the bed to find the source of the sound. He didn't bring an alarm clock with him and can't find where it is in the room. People begin angrily shouting at him to turn off the racket as he fumbles around, bleary-eyed to find the nuisance.
"Bobby, shut it off!" Scott yells.
"I would if I could find it!" Bobby shouts back tiredly.
"Maybe if you would clean up a bit, you might be able to find it. Why would you set the alarm for 3 anyway?" Scott grouses as he gets up to help Bobby, throwing his pillow at him.
"Ice Cube, you better shut that thing off, before I come in there and destroy your things to find it!" Logan warns irascibly from outside the room.
Other shouts of outrage and threats of torture are heard as more people crowd into the hallway. Rogue and Remy glance at each other and somehow manage to keep from laughing. Only one person slept through it all. They made certain that Mercy had earplugs, so the jolt from the music wouldn't cause her to go into early labor (safety precaution).
Eventually, the source of the noise is found. Bobby shuts it off and tosses it out the window, as everyone grumbles on their way back to bed. They all turn to Kurt, watching him manically scratching himself.
"I don't know vhy I am so itchy all of a sudden." Kurt nearly turns himself inside-out as he makes all sorts of noises while scratching. By now, the grumpiness has become everyone trying not to laugh.
"Elf, what's goin' on with ya?" Logan questions gruffly as he looks at him strangely.
"Maybe he has fleas." Roberto suggests half-humorously, getting him a glare from the fuzzy one.
"I do not haf fleas!" Kurt retorts irately.
"Will everybody just knock it off so we can get some sleep?" Scott questions grouchily. "If you still itch that bad later, we can call Beast to come and look at you. He checked into the hotel yesterday. Now let's go to bed, people." He commands in his 'fearless leader' voice. The assembly rolls their eyes and mumble as they walk toward their rooms once again. Rogue heads downstairs, presumably for a glass of milk. Remy notices and follows her into the kitchen, where she buries her head in his chest and laughs. After several minutes, she removes herself and wipes her eyes.
"I couldn' help it. It was jus' so funny seein' all a that. I can jus' see Bobby rootin' aroun', tryin' ta fin' that stupid clock an' then watchin' Kurt dancin' aroun' scratchin'. It was jus' too funny!" Rogue declares as she begins to laugh again.
"Y' know 'e's goin' t' try t' sleep. Dat's w'at 'e tol' me." Remy informs her merrily.
"Aw, we shoulda taped them, then put 'em on YouTube!" Rogue exclaims as the afterthought strikes her.
"We did. Aft'r de honeymoon, dey will be posted." Remy informs her roguishly.
"Why afta?"
"Chere, I plan on keepin' y' t' busy durin' de honeymoon t' worry 'bout videos." Remy gives her a smoldering gaze as she blushes. "We should be getting' t' bed befo' someone comes lookin' f'r us." He suggests, guiding her back upstairs and kissing her softly before going into his own room for the remainder of the night.
Three hours later, Kurt gets out of bed. "I can't take zhis anymore! I'm going to shower. Maybe zhat vill help." He says frustratedly as he steps into the bathroom. Remy laughs into his pillow.
When everyone meets for breakfast, Kurt is still extremely itchy. ""Alright, kid. I called Hank. Henri will go pick him up and bring him back here ta see ya." Logan informs him and returns to eating.
A short time later, Henri arrives with Beast and Storm, who decided to come along (according to plan).
After examining Kurt, Beast chuckles. "My boy, it would appear that you have been how they would say, pranked. The reason why you are experiencing the extreme itching is because you have been doused with itching powder."
"But I took a shower. Vouldn't zhat take care of it?" Kurt questions in confusion.
"Normally, yes. But if the towel you were using was also treated to a liberal dusting, then you would only be coating yourself in it again."
"So if I took anozher one?"
"Then it should do the trick." Beast tells him as he pats his shoulder.
Out in the living room, the final part of the prank is underway. Ororo sits with Rogue, going through bridal magazines. For the moment, Rogue is showing her the different selections she has made.
"An' this is my weddin' gown." She informs Storm.
"Oh, you will be a gorgeous bride, Rogue. Remy won't be able to keep his eyes off of you."
"That's what I'm wantin'." Rogue replies joyfully.
The other girls begin trickling in and before too long, Logan enters the room. Ororo gets right into character. "I just love this gown. I believe I will wear this one for our wedding." She happily informs the group. Looking out of the corner of her eye, she sees Logan go stock-still.
"Yer what?" He asks in that dangerously quiet voice.
"Our wedding, Logan. I'm tired of waiting and I want to get married as soon as possible. I'm not getting any younger, you know. I want children!" Storm glares at him, daring him to defy her (Good actress, no?).
"But Ororo, I'm not-" Logan starts.
"No, Logan. Don't even say you're not ready to be married. This is what I want." She gazes at him with pleading in her eyes.
"Aw, c'mon Mr. Logan. Don't you, like, want to marry her?" Kitty questions 'innocently'.
"Don't start, Half-Pint." Logan growls warningly.
"What, you afraid she might make an honest man out of you?" Wanda teases.
Rogue can't hold it in, anymore. She begins laughing uproariously at the expression on his face and how everyone is really playing it up.
"Why do I get the feeling that I've been set-up?" Logan says ruefully as Storm giggles, embraces him and kisses him on the cheek, all to a chorus of 'aww's'.
"That was fun. Rogue, anytime you want me to join in one of your practical jokes, you can count me in." Storm states with enthusiasm.
"You did this?" Logan looks at Rogue incredulously.
"Yep. For what ya did ta Remy." Rogue states, grinning smugly in return.
"Then what happened ta Ice Cube and Nightcrawler..."
"Was our way a gettin' back at them." Rogue finishes with a note of satisfaction.
"Stripes, you and Gumbo are in trouble. You have no idea how much." Logan states threateningly as Storm guides him away, reassuring him that she is fine with the way things are and that she is in no rush to get married. As she leads him to the door, she turns to Rogue and winks.
Professor laughs to himself in the library. A well-executed practical joke every now and again is a great way to relieve anxiety.
Next chapter: Parties and the wedding. Yay! It took me forever to write this in a way that I liked. I hope you enjoyed Remy's and Rogue's revenge.