Rogue stood in the department store, having just finished ringing some mother up with a whiney kid. She sighed and twirled a strand of platinum white hair with an auburn brown strand. The twenty one year old was shapely and attractive. She was a just a little too lazy to show it off in the correct clothing. Her dress shirt hung loosely around her frame and her pants would be hanging off of her hips if she hadn't been wearing a belt. She looked professional just not that she cared to much about her appearance. She let out a sigh and fixed her messy bun a little. That guy, hadn't he been there yesterday? And the day before...?

"Rogue!" The bright voice of Kitty Pryde said, snapping Rogue out of her daze. She looked at her, blinking a bit. The bright blued eyed brunette stood petite and bouncing. Her pink dress was fashionable and cut and matched her shoes. Her name tag proudly said her name.

"Whaht?" Rogue asked, attempting to act like she didn't care and she really didn't. She was at a dead end job, a dead end life, and no boyfriend.

"I like, totally got this great idea!" Kitty exclaimed. "Let's like, make wish lists for every week and put them in the Santa Letter Box."

"Whaht? Why would Ah do thaht?" Rogue snarled defensively.

"Because, like, it would be fun," Kitty said. "No one would know and we could like, put it in when we're closing." Rogue bit her bottom lip, considering it.

"Ah suppose," she finally said. "Sides, ain't nothin' gonna come from it."

"That's totally right," Kitty said, nodding. "No harm done. Okay, like, I have to get back to cosmetics so get to work on that list, Rogue!" With that, the petite girl dashed off and Rogue pulled out pen and paper, seeing as no one was coming and no supervisors were around. She bit her lip, considering what she wanted on her list.

Well, let's start out small, she considered, writing down fuzzy slippers. Hers were worn anyway. She tapped the tip of her pen against her chin, thinking. She then continued to scribble down her ideas, not realizing she was being watched. She'd stop every now and then to ring someone up and check on the fitting rooms. Soon,, she had a complete list and smiled at it.

Fuzzy slippers. Green, size eight.

A warm robe, green as well.

A new green dress. I like green. Okay? Size three.

A new coat, brown leather. HA, not green.

A ticket to It's a Wonderful life performing at the theatre.

Maybe a date for said performance?

A day to myself with a good book.

Speaking of good book, I would greatly enjoy a lot of romance novels and not those crappy dime store ones.

Okay, yes the dime store ones too.

Preferably southern. I miss Mississippi. It's cold up here in New York.

A new scarf. You can pick. Just something nice.

Rogue stared at the list, contemplating it. She nodded, feeling pleased. It was fun to write down some of the things she wanted. The store was closing and Kitty cane running up.

"Okay, like, I got my list!" She said brightly. Rogue let a small smile.

"And Ah got mine," she replied. "Now, let's get these in the box before it's too late." Both girls laughed and walked over to the Santa display, stopping in front of the brightly colored red, glittering mail slot. They looked at each other, smirking and slid their lists in.

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Rogue walked to her register the next day and frowned, seeing a brightly colored box on the desk. She scrunched her eyebrows and looked around. No one had been in before her. She scowled and turned to the box, picking it up and examining it. It was green with a red ribbon. A note fell from the bottom as she picked it up. She set the box down and picked it up, reading it.

Rogue,

Here is number one from your list.

Secret Santa

Rogue's eyes widened in shock and she slowly unwrapped the present. Inside were bright green fuzzy slippers, size eight. Her jaw dropped and she quickly stashed the present under the counter. She would have shrugged it off as a coincidence if it hadn't been for the fact that, well, whoever left it said it was first on her list. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling a little creeped out. An early shopper came bouncing over to her and Rogue quickly forgot about the feeling, ringing the lady up and acting like a morning person. The woman was chatty, going on and on about her grandchildren and how their Christmas Eve would be. Rogue fought back a grimace. Her adoptive mother and her were estranged and Rogue didn't want to have anything to do with her. Luckily enough, she had a guy who acted like her father and was just as much a lone wolf as her. They had agreed to meet at a bar to celebrate the eve. Rogue smiled softly and shook her head as the lady walked away. Some Christmas eve, no offense to Logan.

After a few more ringing ups and checking the fitting room, it was lunch time. Kitty came bounding over, her purse secure on her shoulder.

"So, like, where in the food court shall we eat today?" She asked as Rogue grabbed her bag.

"Ah don't realleh care, Kitteh," Rogue told her. "Food just sounds good rahght now."

"Okay, but like, it's gotta be quick. I only have a half an hour," Kitty stated, looking at her watch. The two exited the department store and entered the mall. Rogue decided to get General Tso's chicken with some white rice while Kitty went for some pasta from the Italian place. They found a table away from the crowd and Rogue heaved a sigh.

"Kit, Ah have a weird story for ya," she told her as the other girl shoved the pasta in her mouth.

"What's that?" Kitty asked, taking a drink of her pop.

"Well, see, the first thing Ah put on my Christmas list was green fuzzy slippers," Rogue told her. "Well, the thing is, Ah came inta work today and guess what Ah found? A present at mah register an' it was green fuzzy slippers!" Kitty dropped her fork in shock.

"No way, you got something off of your list?!" She exclaimed. "That's like, so awesome!"

"No it's not! It's creepy!" Rogue said, crossing her arms and leaning back. "Who left it an' how'd they know?!"

"Well, maybe it was like, a coincidence," Kitty said with a shrug. Rogue shook her head.

"It wasn't," she said. "Ah also found this note." She handed Kitty the note and her mouth fell agape.

"Well, uh, that is like, totally creepy," Kitty agreed, giving her back the note. "Do you, like, think that you'll get everything on your list?"

"Ah haven't the slightest clue, Kitteh," Rogue told her.

"Well, like, let's finish eating and check!" Kitty practically squealed. "Maybe, you like, have a secret admirer!"

"That just adds to the creepiness, Kit," Rogue said dryly, finishing up her meal. Kitty quickly finished hers as well and the two girls wondered back to the department store. Kitty followed Rogue back to her counter, saying she'd be back in cosmetics in a minute. Sure enough, sitting at the register was another gift, this time red wrapping paper and a green bow. Kitty muffled her squeal while Rogue timidly walked over to the present. She lifted the note.

Rogue,

Number two from your list. Don't worry. I'm no stalker. Just watching out for you.

Secret Santa

Rogue and Kitty exchange surprised glances and Rogue took a breath, opening the present. A fluffy green robe lay within the box.

"Oh my gosh! That's from an expensive brand!" Kitty said in shock. Rogue looked at her then at the robe, running a hand down the material. It was really soft and nice. Her brows furrowed, wondering who was taking so much time on her to do this.

"Well, Ah s'pose ya should be headed back ta cosmetics," Rogue told her, stashing the robe with her slippers.

"You're like, right," Kitty said, looking at her watch. "See you at shift's end!" She waved as she walked off and Rogue scowled, trying to figure out who was this "Secret Santa" and other things. Would she get everything on her list? Was it a boy or girl? She sighed, turning a smile as she rang up an overrun mother. As she said "have a nice day," she thought she saw someone out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look and only saw the fluttering of a trench coat. She looked at the corner it had vanished behind, scrunching her face up curiously. She turned back to her work, ringing up a pushy old lady who could do nothing but complain.

After a while, Bobby from jewelry came over and leaned against the counter.

"So, Anna," he said, attempting a conversation. He was not allowed to use her nickname yet. "Doin' anything Friday?" Rogue held back the urge to roll her eyes. Bobby thought he was a smooth operator and Rogue had given him a pity date once. Please, Rogue wasn't that desperate yet.

"Naw an' don't plan on it," she told him flatly. She saw him stumble in his attempt at "coolness" but he recovered.

"Well, okay then," he said relaxed. "Just wanted to see if you wanted to try out a new restaurant."

"Doin' that tonahght with Kitteh," Rogue told him, suppressing her amused smile. Bobby decided to take defeat and told her good day, headed back to jewelry. Rogue shook her head and turned back to the register to find a gift sitting there. She blinked, confused. This gift was white with a yellow ribbon. Rogue scowled, picking up the note.

Rogue,

Gift number 4 from your list. Hope it keeps you warm.

Secret Santa

PS. I skipped three for a reason.

Rogue gave a low chuckle, amused by the note. She shook her head and opened the present, finding a lovely brown leather jacket that looked rather expensive as well. She ran her hand over the leather, feeling how smooth and high quality it was. Who was wasting so much money on her? She sighed and rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. She set the jacket with her two other gifts, her mind wandering as to once again, who was doing all this? She sighed, thinking about the possibility of a handsome man with strong arms, just like in those sappy romance novels.

After a few more ring ups and fitting room checks, it was the end of her and Kitty's shift. Rogue waited by the door to the parking lot they always parked in, carrying her gifts. Kitty walked up and noticed the brown jacket. She opened her mouth to ask and Rogue answered,

"Secret Santa said he or she skipped three fer a reason." Kitty nodded and the two made their way to their cars. Rogue pulled out her keys and looked at her green little Pontiac grand am to see another present sitting on the hood. Kitty snatched Rogue's items so she would be able to open it. No note was on the outside of the yellow box with a white ribbon so she proceeded to open it. Lying inside was a silk dress in a green that looked like it would flatter her quite nicely and a ticket to It's a Wonderful Life. A note was neatly tucked into the folds of the elegant knee length, tank cut dress.

Rogue,

Wear this Friday to the show. S'il vous plaît.

Secret Santa

"Oh my gosh, he knows French," Kitty squealed in delight.

"C'mon, Kitteh we don't even know if Secret Santa's a guy!" Rogue stated, opening her car and putting her presents in the back. Kitty gave her a smug look.

"Like, sure, totally," she said sarcastically. "So, how many more items are left?"

"Ah asked fer books, a day ta myself, a scarf, an' a date ta the performance of 'It's a Wonderful Life,'" Rogue informed her.

"Rogue, he's like, totally going to be at the performance!" Kitty told her, nodding so much that her ponytail looked like a whip. Rogue rolled her eyes.

"Let's get ta thaht restaurant, Kit," she said. "We'll see tamorrah." At that, both girls left the parking lot and went to eat.

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Rogue walked to her register to find a large box brightly wrapped in green and yellow striped paper with a red bow on it. Rogue stared at it, a little confused and picked up the note.

Rogue,

Hope you like the books and imagine tu et moi instead.

Secret Santa

Rogue rolled her eyes. He sure was getting cocky, flirting in the notes now. He probably thought throwing in the random French was sexy. Rogue scoffed, smiling at the thought. He probably was some old creeper who didn't know what he was doing and lacked the confidence to come and talk to her.

She opened the box to find a good amount and variety of Southern romances, specifically placed in Mississippi and Louisiana. And most of them took place in the summer. At this, Rogue let a fool hearted laugh. Whoever this guy was, he was being rather thorough. She picked the box up and set it on the ground beside her, shaking her head. When she straightened, she thought she saw someone standing at the end of her department but they were gone. She frowned, a little confused by this. She then turned to ring up an early shopper, smiling and listing off what was left in her head.

The date for the performance, a day to myself, and a scarf...The shopper left, leaving Rogue to her thoughts. She fiddled with the note in her hand, wondering how he knew her nickname. Her name tag said Anna Marie but he knew her as Rogue. Maybe he overheard Kitty or something...She did have the tendency to be loud.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, pulling her out of her train of thoughts. She pulled out the phone to see a text from Kitty.

What did you get? Rogue rolled her eyes. Of course Kitty was too impatient to wait for lunch.

Books. She sent back.

That is sooooo like you.

I'm not complaining. He got some good ones.

Oh, so we're agreeing Secret Santa is a guy. Rogue rolled her eyes and texted back.

I'm hoping. He left a slightly suggestive note. There was a good pause before the next message came.

OMG!!! I can't, like, wait to see it!!! Rogue quickly put her phone away and rang up another customer. A young lady who seemed to be too busy to care. After a few hours, it was lunch break and Kitty got a hoot out of the note. Today both girls had packed their lunches and were sitting and enjoying people watching.

"That guy, is like, so totally hot," Kitty said, pointing to a guy with shaggy, brown-auburn hair that was a few shades lighter than hers. He had his back turned but as Rogue examined his features, she was impressed. It was very rare that a guy could wear those jeans and make their bum look fantastic. Old, raggedy pair with holes, showing tanned skin underneath, nothing like Rogue's fair skin. His shirt, on the other hand, clung to his lean, muscular torso and Rogue could see every muscle's movement when he made the slightest change in stance. Now if only she could see his face.

As if he knew what she wanted, he turned around and Rogue was surprised to see how chiseled his features were. Almost as if he had been sculpted out of marble. Straight nose, strong cheek bones, firm chin and the most shocking eyes. Red rubies on a black canvas. When his eyes met hers, she felt her heart start to flutter and her cheeks flush. He sent a smirk and wink at the girls and Kitty's girlish giggles snapped Rogue out of her trance and she set an uninterested look at the man before turning back to Kitty.

"He seems a little full a' himself," she said, waving her hand in an attempt to brush away what just happened.

"Oh c'mon, Rogue, you know he's hot!" Kitty argued.

"Ah will agree ta thaht but Ah don't think Ah'd like ta date him," Rogue replied coolly. She checked her watch. "C'mon, we gotta start headin' back, Kit." The girls gathered up their things and headed back to the department store. Kitty followed her back to her counter and they both saw the red and green striped gift with a yellow bow. Rogue looked at the note.

Rogue,

I couldn't decide on a color. They all would look tres belle on you.

Secret Santa

Rogue opened the box and found three scarfs. A yellow one, a green one, and a purple one. They were thicker but still as smooth as silk and she couldn't help the smile that came to her face. Kitty began to ramble about how much money this Secret Santa was spending on her and ow to amazed her but Rogue didn't listen. She had found a playing card tucked into the scarves. An ace of hearts. Her face twisted in confusion, trying to reason what exactly that meant. She'd have to look it up at home. Kitty headed back to cosmetics and Rogue went back to work and time seemed to fly because she'd read a book every now and then when things were slow and there was nothing else to do. Her shift was over and she and Kitty walked out to their cars. Kitty wanted to come over and help Rogue get ready for the show that evening but Rogue declined, saying she knew how to look good, just thought it was too much work. They parted their ways and as soon as Rogue was in her apartment, she went to the internet.

And she found out that the ace of hearts stood for new love. She felt her throat go dry and she gulped, her face flushing. How could this create such a reaction? She shook it off and decided to get dressed and ready. The green dress, the brown leather jacket, and the yellow scarf with black heels and purse was the attire for the evening.

She got to the theatre a half hour before the show and stood in line, waiting. She had decided to go with a pink-red for her lips and brown eye liner. A mix of copper and brown eyeshadow were used and a slight blush was put on her cheeks. Her hair was in its natural curls but she had pulled it out of her face, making a cascade of curls at the back of her neck. She entered the theatre and found her seat. She was on an edge seat and she looked at the person beside her. He looked rather familiar.

Then, it struck her. It was the hot guy from the mall but he was cleaned up. As if he felt her stare, he looked at her. The look on his face surprised Rogue. He looked like his breath had been taken away but he quickly recovered, giving her a winning grin.

"Come by yourself, chere?" He asked nonchalantly.

"The ticket was...A gift," she told him.

"Well, iddn't dat jus' funny?" He said in low, silky voice. "I came by myself aussi. Remy LeBeau."

"Anna Marie Darkholme," Rogue said, shaking his hand. Remy settled back into his seat, eyes looking at the stage.

"It might be a good performance, but it won't have a t'ing on Jimmy Stewart," he said as the lights dimmed. Rogue stifled a laugh as the play began.

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Rogue and Remy had spent the time comparing the play to the old black and white movie and making jokes the entire time. By the time the play had let out, most people would have thought they came together. Rogue had learned that Remy was from Louisiana and she was pleased another southerner was experiencing the weather torture she was. As they walked out of the theatre, Remy looked at his watch.

"Mais, I'm hungry," he said. "Y' wanna get somet'in t' eat, chere?" Rogue gave a shrug.

"Thaht sounds fahne," she told him. "Where ya gonna go?" Remy jutted his thumb to a small Italian eatery.

"I hear dey have good food, non?" He asked. "Sides, it's right close. So y' don' suspect moi of tryin' t' abduct y'." Rogue laughed.

"Sugah, if you did, Ah'd hafta pull out my black belt on ya," she told him, walking towards the restaurant with a little more sway in her hips. Remy smirked, quite amused.

"What a coincidence," he said, following after. "I have une a' dose too. An' a few ot'er t'ings."

"Oh, are ya gonna try ta intice lil' ole me with the mystery man routine?" Rogue joked.

"Only if it's workin," Remy replied, holding the door open for her.

"Why thank ya, Swamp Rat," Rogue told him playfully. Remy raised an eyebrow.

"Swamp Rat?" He asked.

"Well, you are from the bayou," she told him, flipping a strand of hair over her shoulder.

"Den dose dat make you a River Rat?" He asked, a teasing smirk on his face. Rogue gave him a joking shove, laughing.

"Maybe it does, Swamp Rat. Maybe it does."

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Rogue stretched as she woke up the next day. No work today. She was hoping that she could sit and be lazy around her apartment with one of the books her Secret Santa gave her. But that wouldn't happen. Kurt might bother her, or Kitty. Then, there was Bobby...Rahne...Tabitha...Wanda...Jean wanting to talk about her wedding to Scott...Scott needing encouragement. She let out a frustrated groan. No rest for the weary, as they say. Still, she made her breakfast, finished eating and settled down in her comfy chair with a book and a cup of joe.

Things were strangely quiet for the first few hours. At lunch, Rogue wondered why no one had bothered her yet as she made herself a sandwich. She shrugged it off. She had all afternoon and evening yet. She finished her lunch and continued her book.

Come dinner time, no one had bothered her. She frowned, a little confused by the events but decided to let it slide and enjoy the peace. Someone would bother her before midnight, she was sure.

By the time she was turning into sleep after finishing her book, she was thoroughly confused. She knew someone would call before midnight.

She woke up the next morning without being bothered. She sat up and stretched. She got out of bed and walked to the door to get the Sunday paper. When she opened the door, she saw a note on the newspaper. She bent down and picked it up.

Rogue,

Hope you enjoyed the day to yourself. I sent your friends some things to keep them busy. Hope you had fun fantasizing.

Secret Santa

Rogue smirked and shook her head. Looked like it was time for a new list. Just to see if this guy kept up with it.

Author note(s): I decided to put these at the bottom for this story. Why, cause I wanted to. So, this story is based off of the ABC family movie "The Christmas List." But it's actually really loosely based off of it so let's just say it was inspired.

I don't own X-Men: Evolution and what do you think should be on Rogue's next list? You have a week.