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"Do not threaten me. Ever. I may be your adopted daughter, Mystique but I never goin' to let you walk all over me." Rogue snapped into Mystique's face. There was about an inch of space between them. While Rogue had an invincible scowl on her face, Mystique looked slightly shocked, but got over it.

"I can't believe you don't even want to do me a simple favor. After all I did for you."

"'After all you did for me'? You adopted me when I was four and stuck me with Irene." Rogue slapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot about all the trips you took back home to train me. I'm sorry, mother," She spat, "I'm sorry that you even bothered to adopt me when apparently I'm your goddamn play toy; only using me when you want."

Mystique rolled her eyes. "If that's how you see it then let it be. I don't need you and apparently you don't need me."

"Apparently?" Rogue asked with an amused laugh. She backed away from her, with her arms crossed over her chest.

Mystique just smirked at her. It was an evil smirk, an evil 'I have a plan' smirk. "I'm heading back to Bayville tomorrow and I guarantee that someone is coming back with me."

"What time is it?" Rogue then asked, sitting down on her bed. She fiddled nervously with her gloves. Mystique slowly walked up to her.

"Around seven."

Rogue just nodded as she stood up. "I'll go with you."

"You will?"

Rogue stood up, facing her. "Hell no." In a beat, Rogue reached up and touched her face. "An' I ain't goin' to sit around wonderin' what you're plannin' to do next." She said as Mystique fell to the ground unconscious.

The door suddenly opened and both Mattie and Jean-Luc appeared in. Remy stood behind him, smirking at Rogue when they noticed the unconscious prone Mystique.

"Wow. An' here I thought the situation would've been reversed." Jean-Luc stated, scratching the back of his head.

"I don't wanna go." Rogue proclaimed, then suddenly scrunched up her nose. "That is, if you guys want me to go."

Mattie beamed at her and winked. "We don't want you to go, dear. Especially Remy."

Remy, who looked like he just woken up from a deep sleep, blinked. "Huh?" He asked, looking around the room. "Who's goin' where?"

"Rogue, boy!" Mattie snapped, elbowing him hard in the stomach.

"Oh, she's leavin'?" He asked with a shrug as he waved at Rogue. "Bye, Rogue." When Rogue cocked a brow and Mattie gave him a surprised look, he felt a lump form in his throat. "Oh, you're serious?"

"Gee, thanks Rem." Rogue mumbled, rolling her eyes. "It's good to know you care so much about me. Maybe I should go to Bayville with Mystique.." Suddenly, as the delayed memories swirled around in her mind, she fell back onto her bed. Within a minute, she sent Jean-Luc a look. "You, Mattie an' Mystique had a bet 'gainst me an' Remy?"

Remy deadpanned. "Mystique was in it, too? Geez, what is this, a reality TV show? There people out there readin' this an' lookin' down at their bettin' stubs?"

"It was jus' a silly ol bet." Jean-Luc laughed, trying to push aside the matter of the bet.

"But what are the stakes?" Rogue asked, placing her hands on her hips. "Wait.." She closed her eyes, and looked like she was concentrating. Seeing as how she was going through memories, she pretty much was concentrating. "You bet on us and used us for the winnings of the bet?"

Mattie laughed nervously and nodded. "Looks like I own you two."

"Not yet, Mattie." Jean-Luc said, putting his hand up. "They have to officially be a couple."

"So, either we do that or just officially loathe each other?" Remy asked slightly amused. "An' if we loathed each other?"

"You'd be separated between Jean-Luc and Mystique." Mattie answered quite simply.

Remy immediately tensed up. "Hey Rogue, I love you."

"Yeah, me too."

He reached over, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her towards him. "C'mon, let's go get hitched."

"Uh, Rem, dear. Your hand goes any lower an' you're goin' night-night."

"My hand ain't anywhere near your ass."

"That's not what I meant." She groaned, pulling away from him. "I can absorb ya right now, y'know."

"Oh no, then you'll know all my deepest, darkest, most guarded secrets." He winked, squeezing his grip on her arm. "You'll see all my dirty little secrets an'.."

"Son, may I remind you, you're standing above an assassin, holdin' an assassin's hand, an' sayin' stuff we all can blackmail ya with later." Jean-Luc pointed out with a smirk. 

Rogue glanced down at Mystique, who now had a rivulet of drool dripping down from her mouth onto the floor. "I really don't want to be here when she wakes up. I have to go to my room quickly, then after that Remy an' I are leavin'."

"We're really gettin' hitched?"

"Naw, we're goin' for a drive. You'll see, sugah." With her other hand, which was gloved, she patted the side of his face and left the room.

"She has you whipped, boy." Mattie smiled, slowly turning to leave.

"Flipped, fried, shaken and stirred." Jean-Luc added, leaving everyone, who was conscious, who heard him confused as to what the hell he meant. I'm pretty sure you get the idea, though.

--

"Ready to go, swamp rat?"

"I've been ready, river rat." He said, emphasizing on the two last words as he grabbed her gloved hand and they walked out the front door.

"River rat?"

"You ain't the only rat."

"Don't call me a rat."

"Fine. Then don't call me one either."

"Alright, swampy." 

"Jus' for that, I'm drivin'."

"Hey Rem.." Rogue then transformed into Mystique after tapping him on the shoulder. "I'll be drivin'."

"Freak." He stated as she transformed into him. "Jus' like a mirror."

"Ever kiss yourself?"

"Other than in the mirror? No." Whether or not he was kidding, is left up to you. "An' I don't think I want to. I have nicely shaped that are lips meant to kiss filles, not my own."

"Girls?" Now, it was Rogue in front of him. "You're taken now."

"Did I say filles? I meant.. fillets."

"You don't like fish."

"Shut up and get in the car."

"Ooh, aren't we aggressive."

--

"So, where we goin'?" Remy asked, lowering the seat in the car. When he was finished, he leaned back with his arms folded beneath his head.

"I don't know. Canada, maybe." Rogue suggested, griping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white.

"Maybe I should drive. You look like you'll end up ramming into a truck full of chickens."

"Don't be a backseat driver."

"But I'm in the front seat."

"Don't be a smart-ass either."

"You're so commandin'." He smirked, looking over at her. "I like it."

Rogue rolled her eyes. "I'm glad ya approve."

"You said you wanted to talk." All of a sudden, he actually sounded serious. "About what?"

"Mystique an' Jean-Luc."

"What 'bout 'em?"

"Never mind. I don't want to talk to you."

"Who else you gonna talk to? The chickens you're goin' to ram us into?" He asked, unfolding his arms from behind his head as he sat up straight. "You can talk to me."

"You didn't see what I saw."

"So then you're goin' to talk to yourself? I'm here, Rogue.." He reached over and set his hand over hers, which was still griping the steering wheel.

"You know the real Mystique. You've fought combat with her. You know what she's really like.. and I don't like that."

"Me or her?" He asked, his eye twitching due to the fact he didn't understand what she was talking about.

"Her. I don't want her fight her battle in Bayville."

"Then don't."

"She thinks if she doesn't get me, she'll get you."

Remy sighed, running a hand through his messy mane of hair. "Goddammit. Where are the goddamn 'for sale' signs on us?"

"I don't know. Check your back."

He just nodded, but didn't say anything else about that. "So, now you know all of Mystique's secrets?"

"Most of them. I'm kind of blocking out most of the memories now."

He stared at her, studying the side of her face. "So then you know about Kurt?"

Her face remained emotionless. "It doesn't matter. Mystique just adopted me. I'm not blood related to him or her."

"Thank dieu, I'm glad you ain't anythin' like Mystique. I'd be castrated if you were. Although you do have a bit of her attitude."

"Shut up, I do not."

"So you're stayin'?"

She glanced sideways at him. "If you are."

"I was never goin' anywhere."

Rogue just smiled as she made a U-turn on the deserted dirt road. "And neither was I."

Remy smirked leaning back in the seat. "But you ain't my replacement anymore."

"I'm not?" She asked, trying to sound surprised. "I can rearrange that. I do know five ways to kill a person with my bare hands."

"Five? I know eight." He joked, making a clicking tongue with his tongue. "Shameful, shameful. You have a lot to learn."

"An' so do you, swampy."

--

Later that night, Mattie sat on the couch, needle pointing. She had her feet propped up on a footrest and had a small smile planted on her face. Mystique had left hours earlier, without Rogue or even Remy. She vowed that she'd be back and Rogue would beg to come back to Bayville with her. What fantasy world was she living in? "Jean-Luc!" She called, picking up a bell and ringing it. A grumpy looking Jean-Luc appeared a minute later, wearing a white apron.

"You called?" He asked in a bitter voice, through clenched teeth.

"Yes, I'd like an ice tea, please." Her smile widened as he grumbled some un-type-able words and walked away after snapping 'right away.' Mattie wasn't the type to gamble, but she was glad she betted for Remy since she knew him oh so well. It was worth having Jean-Luc as a slave for a month.

What? That wasn't mentioned?

Opps.

"Where are you two goin'?" Mattie asked as Remy and Rogue walked through the room, both had their coats on. "Didn't you two go for a drive earlier?"

"Yes, but now we're goin' out." Remy winked at Mattie as he walked of the room, with Rogue.

Ah, to be young and not to have to wear a girdle. Mattie thought with a happy sigh.

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Yes, it's stupid. I know. This story was going too slow and I wanted to finish it. Now it's finished. No epilogue. I did have an idea for a sequel (I like the idea of Rogue not with the X-Men and working with the guild and stuff) but I don't know if I want (well, I want to but I don't think I can) to do it. Now I'm gonna focus on finishing Changes. sighs

Thanks for reading and review you beautiful people, you.