Hey Mister

Disclaimer: See chapter 1.

Author's Note: I'm not doing the accents.

Logan couldn't have moved if he wanted to. He had to know what that meant.
Why had she called out his name? So he stayed and listened.

He heard a flurry of movement, followed by a car door slamming. "What
the hell was that?" The Cajun.

A second car door slammed. "That was you acting like you'd been caught
by your mamma with your britches down. What the hell is up with that?"
Rogue this time.

"You're kidding me, right? You just called out the Wolverine's name!"
Logan could hear clothes being put on.

"I never call him 'Wolverine.'" Logan gave a silent chuckle at that.

~That's right, Bub. My girl calls me Logan, apparently even while she's
in your arms. ~

"You know damn well what I mean! If you're gonna be a whore, at least
admit it. Don't play stupid with me." Logan growled when he heard that.
No one insults Marie like that. It's not like the Cajun was Mr. Morality. Logan
had seen him flirt with every female at the institute.

"Oh, please! Don't act like you thought this relationship was anything
more than sex! I know you were with Jubilee just this morning in the laundry
room. You don't see Jubes and I getting all bent out of shape about it."
Footsteps sounded across the floor. Logan held his breath. They didn't come
any closer to the door. They seemed to be moving closer to each other. Logan
hoped things didn't get ugly; he'd have to step in. He really didn't want to
give away his presence. "What, no response for that?"

"Actually, I thought you were better than that. I didn't think you were
some cheap trailer trash out for a good…" The Cajun's voice was growing
in volume.

"You didn't seem to mind a few minutes ago when you were panting like
a dog!" Logan didn't really want to be reminded of that part of their drama.
"If you make one more remark about me being a whore or anything close to
it, you'll be sipping your dinner through a straw, got it."

~That's my girl! Go ahead and break his jaw now, baby. Or better yet, let
me do it for you. ~

"I'm sorry about that. I'm just angry." The Cajun seemed to be calming
down.

~Damn, no claws tonight. ~

Rogue gave a small sigh. "I'm sorry I said his name. I'm not going to
defend that. I…I just had this thing for him when he left and…well,
I'm sure everyone's told you about poor Rogue's crush before I learned to control
my skin."

~Wait! What the hell? These two are blowing hot and cold pretty quick. ~

"I thought you were over that. I thought we were building something. I
know we aren't exactly in a monogamous relationship, but I thought that maybe
we were heading that way. I know that you've been with me longer than any of
the others you've dated. I thought that we were…hell, I don't know what
I thought, but it's more than this!"

"I thought so to. I think I'd like that. This was just a mistake. Okay?
It didn't mean anything, not really. Let's just forget it happened and see where
we go from here."

~No, no, no, no. That's not what I want to hear, Darlin'. Go back to breaking
his jaw. ~

"I can't just forget this. I think this is something that we have to resolve
if we are going anywhere from here, even if it's just back into bed."

"Geez, Remy. Let's not make it a bigger deal than it is." Rogue gave
an exasperated sigh.

"It is a big deal. If you can't remember you're sleeping with me, I think
it's a very big deal." The Cajun sounded sad yet resigned.

"So what do you want me to do? You said you wanted something more of this
relationship. You don't want that now? Just because of one stupid mistake? You're
just done. That's it?"

"No. That's not what I meant. I just think this is something we can't
ignore. I know we fight as much as we love. I've heard all the jokes about Remy
and Rogue's 'On-days' and 'Off-days'. We both have tempers. I get that. But
this isn't a fight. This is a problem."

"Okay, so I'll just call everybody 'Baby' from now on, that way I won't
slip up again."

"I'm not joking around here, Rogue!"

"I know. I just don't know what you want me to do."

"I don't know either." There was a brief silence after that statement
before the Cajun spoke again. "No, you know what. I know exactly what you
need to do. I don't like it, but…"

"What? What do you want me to do? I really do care about you, Remy. I
do! I've just been…I don't know, a little crazy since I learned to control
it. You know?" Rogue sounded almost desperate, with a hint of tears in
her voice. "What do I have to do Remy to make this right?"

"Sleep with the Wolverine." Remy's voice was flat, no hint of emotion.

"What? I could not have possibly heard what I thought I heard."

~Oh yeah, darlin'. I heard it too. I think it's a brilliant idea.~

"Yeah, I think you need to. Just get it out of your system."

"Logan doesn't even think about me that way!"

"Oh, believe me, he does. I've seen the way he looks at you. I was just
glad you didn't notice. "

"Really?" Rogue's voice sounded hopeful.

"That's what I mean. You get excited just thinking he might want you."

"That's not what I meant. I was just surprised is all. Come on, Remy.
Let's quit acting crazy and just forget this happened."

"No. That idea sounds better the more I think about it." Remy was
starting to sound a little annoyed now. "Go bang your Wolverine's brains
out and get him out of your system. When you're done playing around, come see
me. We can start talking about where to go from there. But you have to work
this out first."

Logan could hear the Cajun coming towards him. Shit, he didn't have time to
hide. The Cajun shot him a dirty look as he passed him, not even breaking his
stride. Logan was too dazed by what he'd heard to reply with any kind of intimidation
of his own.

Logan could hear Rogue light up a cigarette. He had to get out of there now.
He headed up to his room. He had to think this over. He was going to make damn
sure that Marie followed the Cajun's advice. Only Marie wouldn't be working
him out of her system. Once he got her in his bed that was where she was damn
well going to be staying.