My Life as the Invisible X-Man. Rogue's Story Summary: Three months after The Alkali Lake incident, Rogue is an outcast among the other young recruits, after she and Bobby broke up, the others didn't include her anymore and went out of their ways to hurt her. Then a mystery man shows up at the front door...what will happen?

SIDE NOTE: Also, if you do not know anything about Remy LeBeau, and would like to, email me at and I will send you a complete bio for him, as I will not be explaining anything like that about him. I will however, state his powers, and special...features, in the next chapter Ships: Rogue/Remy (Romy), a little Lororo (Logan/Ororo), and maybe some Jubilee/Bobby.

Rating: Pg. 13 for now, may go up or down in the near future.

Dedication: TO Dan's Girl and SuIcIdL. Neither of them have a stitch of an idea when it comes to The Movie, but hey. What are you gonna do?

Warnings: Anyone who likes Jubilee and Bobby, don't read the first chapter. I'm sorry, but it is imperative to my story that I make them mean, icky people. Sorry! Also, I really suck at accent writing so prays please don't flame me about it, please!

On with the show...

"Logan, Ah was wondering if Ah could-"Rogue was cut off by the doorbell. "Ugh, Ah'll be right back." She left the rec. room, where she and Logan had been talking. Moving slowly, she stopped to peer into one of the rooms that led off of the main hall.

"...And she just, like stared when we told her to fuck off, I mean- what?" Jubilee turned away from her audience to see what they had stopped her for. Spying Rogue, she pursed her lips and glared at her. "What do you want, bitch?"

Rogue's eyes went wide at getting caught, and she quickly exited the room, but didn't escape the sound of their laughter. Swiping at her eyes, she quickly reached the front and opened it quickly. Then she gasped.

Before her stood a tall, handsome young man, who looked to be in his early twenties. His hair was a slight red, and he wore dark glasses over his eyes. He looked up as the door opened, and, smoothing a hand over his tailored suit, he opened his mouth to say something, smirking slightly.

But, of course, fate ran its course and Jubilee appeared in the front hall, turning and catching sight of the fresh meat, she ran over, smoothing her wrinkle-free clothes. "Oh! Can I help you, sir?" Jubilee smirked suggestively, and moved closer, pushing Rogue out of her way, hard. As Rogue hit the wall, she winced and slid down it, not bothering to get back up.

Remy's POV

The rude girl in the yellow continued to chatter about ways to "help" Remy, but he stopped listening. He was, instead, staring at the young girl on the floor. Why didn't she get up and react? Surely the professor did not allow the students to treat each other this way? Soon, however, Remy grew tired of the girl's chatter, and interrupted.

"Act'lly," Remy said, pulling away from Jubilee, "This priddy (pretty) fille has already promised to show Remy to de Professor's office, so if yo' would get out of de way..." Remy waited for her to move, then pulled a speechless Rogue to her feet, pulling her around the next corner. With that, they left a speechless Jubilee behind. Speechless, but not for long.

"Hey! "Remy, el petimetre, esa chica es veneno, usted anda mejor conmigo," She called after them. Dude, that girl is poison, you're better off with me Remy didn't even falter.

Normal POV

Rogue stopped walking after Jubilee shouted her warning. She was confused, and wanted some answers.

"Wha'd ya do that?" Rogue demanded, causing Remy to turn: he had not noticed that she had stopped moving. When he looked confused, Rogue sighed and elaborated. "Back there, with Jubilee, wha'd ya lie?" While she was speaking, Remy noticed the smooth southern accent, Mississippi, that's where I've heard that kind of accent before he mused, before answering her question.

"Why, chere, Remy couldn' just stand dere when a sweet lil thang like yo'self got picked on. It ain't in his nature." Remy answered, hoping she would smile at him. But the only response he got was the glare she shot in his direction.

"Listen, Cajun, Ah don't need ya to protect me!" She cried angrily, "Ah can do it just fahne on mah own." She turned to leave, her riding boots clomping hard on the floor behind her. Remy, shaken by her outburst, stopped her with a hand on her gloved wrist.

"Remy sorry if he upset you, chere, he didn' mean to, he was just trying to help. And please, call him by his name, Remy Lebeau." He bowed gallantly, but quickly straightened when he heard Rogue's gasp. She backed away from him, all the way to the other wall, trying to get away from him, wishing she was anywhere but there. When Remy tried to approach her, she quickly headed down the other direction.

"T-t-the professor's o-office is down that way, Gambit. Easy to find." With that, Rogue turned and bolted down the hallway, leaving Remy to gape behind her. How did she know my name? He thought to himself, but did not allow his mind to dwell long. There would be other times when he would be able to think of this mysterious "Rogue", but for now, he had to see the professor.

The hallway Rogue had pointed to was deserted, with only one door at the end. Shaking his head at the simplicity, he stopped short of the door when he realized it was open, and heard tidbits of the conversation going on with in. He stopped and listened, using his skills as a thief to keep his presence unknown.

"Too dangerous...Can't allow her to stay here...More violent each day...dangerous...attacked Bobby Drake the other day for no reason..." was all Remy heard before the professor interrupted the man who had been speaking.

"Please, Scott, I would prefer to have her in the room with her side of the story before you condemn her to death. But as that seems to be impossible, then why don't we move to another important issue at hand and invite our guest, Mr. LeBeau, in, instead of dwelling outside that door." Remy froze as he realized he had been caught, then slowly entered the room, ready to face the famous Professor Xavier...

To be continued...