By Bethany Disclaimer: All of the characters belong to Marvel and not me. I'm not doing this to make money, so please don't sue me! Sweet Dreams By: Bethany "Now what da ya want, Remy?" a very annoyed southern belle asked the persistant cajun. "C'mon Chere just gimme a sec," he replied with a grin on his face. "Just say you'll meet me tonight, 'n' Ah'll leave ya alone." " Why? What are ya gonna do? Can Ah trust ya, Swamp Rat?" " 'Course ya can Chere." With that Remy exited the living room to go and meet Logan. Logan asked him to help fix up his truck, if they didn't kill one another first. They had one thing in common, they were both very fond of the green-eyed brunette. A wonderful reason for Logan to despise Remy, for Logan was a father figure, and Remy, well, enough said. They were cheating the owners of the drive-in by watching from a distance, on top of a hill nearby. The two perched on top of the hood of Rogue's car ( she refused to let him drive anymore after the fiasco with the "borrowed" BMW). Under the stars they sat, hand in hand as the 3 hour and 55 minute production of Gone With The Wind began. "This is why ya brought me up here?" she asked. " Yeah. That and..." He trailed off and suddenly this look came about him that she had never seen before. She'd known him for a long time now and had seen a lot of strange facial expressions, but this was new. He almost seemed scared out of his mind, which really didn't fit his character. "And what Remy?" a little bit of worry in her voice now. She never knew what to expect from him. "Chere. Ah wanna know, where do you see this goin'?" " Why?" she asked now even a little bit more nervous than before. " Ah'm in love with you. 'N' I wanna know if...." and with that he pulled out a navy blue ring box. " Will you marry me?" There was the most gorgeous ring she'd ever seen and before she could really think she had responded. "YES!" "Yes." A look of relief came over Remy's face and he slipped the ring on her slender finger. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed his hands on her waist and the two shared the most incredible kiss. Then Rogue woke up alone in her dorm room. What was she thinking? He'd never ask her to.......plus she couldn't even touch him. They weren't going to end up together and he'd never even think about marriage. As sweet as the dream was, it was far from reality. She got up and descended the long stair case into the kitchen where a man with intense red eyes just happened to be sitting. " Couldn' sleep either, eh Chere?" " Nah. Ah had a wierd dream." The two sat and conversed about the stupidest subjects, but just being in the same room alone was enough. After an hour it was 4 am and they realized they should try to get some sleep. He walked her to her dorm room and with a quick good night turned to leave. "Wait! Uh," she asked very uncertainly, "would ya mind stayin' with me? I mean we know nothin' 'll happen." "Sure, Chere." The two fell asleep together under a large multicolored quilt. Rouge, luckily wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, was able to fall asleep with his strong arms around her. Little did either know that the reason they met up in the kitchen was they each had the same dream, and they never discovered it either. The End?