My first Romy. I do not own any of the characters physically, spiritually, or mentally, and the choices of the aforesaid characters do not in any way reflect my own...mostly. It is set one year after Apocalypse's entombment. This is just a rough guide to ages:-

Remy, Colossus, Warren – 23

Jean, Scott – 20

Rogue, Kurt, Kitty, Pietro, Lance, Blob, Todd, Wanda– 19

Amara, Tabitha, Bobby, Ray, Sam – 18

Roberto – 17

Jubilee, Rahne – 16

Jamie – 15

Thoughts, "foreign language", telepathy. I will try my best with the accents, but they won't be great.

Prologue

As a member of la famille of one of the two largest guilds in New Orleans, Remy LeBeau had it good. Power and money pretty much came with the job, and he could easily have as many femmes as he could possibly want; with his devilish charm and good looks, marred only by his loathed demonic eyes.

However, this Prince of Thieves felt something missing, and he knew exactly what it was. The Rogue. Ever since she'd helped him to save his unloving batard of a foster father and had then saved him from her team-mates, her bi-coloured hair and deep green eyes often found their way into his dreams. Who was he kidding? Every dream that he had was about her, and he dreamt about six nights a week. As a result of this, he lost sleep, and had become surly towards members of his famille, even going as far as to back-chat the infamous tante Mattie. To everyone's shock (and his foster brother Henri's obvious disappointment) he did not immediately get a tongue-lashing for disrespect, but rather a warm hug.

He squirmed uncomfortably for a minute, but then gave in to his tante. She shooed all of the others out of her kitchen and asked him,

"What be de problem, chil'?" To which Magneto's former Acolyte replied brokenly,

"I miss her, tante." He shifted out of his aunt's loving embrace and sat down, hanging his head.

"Miss who, chil'?" Tante Mattie asked, worried about her adopted nephew who, though he was no relation to her, had always held a special place in her heart.

"Remy's Queen o' Hearts, his belle ange, his magnifique Rogue."

"De girl who rescued Jean-Luc wit' you?"

"Oiu, tante Mattie. I t'ink dat I love her." This threw her back. Remy LeBeau, confessing love for une fille?

"Ah can't stop t'inkin' 'bou' her." He continued, Cajun accent becoming stronger as more emotion crept into his voice. "Nigh' o' day, she always dere, he' face, he' voice, he' spiri'. Dieu, she be une brûlante Sout'ern fille. Am ah goin' crazy, tante?" He asked, lifting his red and black eyes to meet those looking sympathetically down at him.

"Oui, Remy. Crazy fo' love. Y' need t' go see her, o' else you gonna do somet'in' you'll regret."

"Bu' wha' if she don' feel de same way bou' me, tante?" He asked miserably. "She touched meh, y'know. Dat means she knows what ah've done, all de bad choices ah've made."

"Den you'l have ta see, won't ya, Rembrant." He started at the use of his full name. "Now, get. I don' wan' ya ta come back ta N'Awlins 'til y' at least tried ta get her ta love ya. An' ya wanna know de bes' way t' do dat?" Remy nodded eagerly.

"Be yo'sel'. Don' hide behin' dose cheesy pick-up lines. An' be hones'. Always tell her da trut', no matter how awful it might be, dat's always better dan tellin' lies."

"Yo' righ', tant." He said, a near-smile fluttering at the corners of his mouth. "An' by de way," He added as he left the kitchen, "it was Remy who broke y' plate!" He then sprinted up the stairs to his room, to pack for his journey north to Bayvile. As he climbed through the window (old habits die hard) to go to his 'bike, he could hear his aunt's good-natured but angry shouts behind him.

Yes it's short, but that's because it's a prologue. The official first chapter will (probably) be longer.