***Disclaimer: oh for pete's sake, don't sue me man! i'm broke and i don't own any of the x-men***
Author's Note: This is set in the movieverse and Rogue is about 17.
Le Diablo Blanc
Rogue sat up in bed and stretched. She didn't particularly like waking up at---she glanced at the clock and saw that it was 7:30 am---
7:30 in the morning on a Saturday, but she couldn't help it. The Professor had informed all of the X-Men yesterday that they would be admitting
a new student to the school, a mutant by the name of Remy LeBeau, and he would be arriving today. He was Rogue's age, 17, and hailed from
the Big Easy.
"Hmm, I wonder if he's got the thick accent," she said to no one in particular. She enjoyed hanging around with the other students at
the school, especially Bobby, but a new student was always a cause for excitement. It had only been a little over a year since Rogue herself had
first entered the school. However, it had quickly started feeling like home to her, and now she couldn't imagine being away from the School for
more than a few weeks.
She got up, threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and headed down to the kitchen for breakfast. To her great surprise, she saw that
Logan was already up, reading the morning paper and nursing a cup of hot coffee. "Geez, Logan, I can't remember the last time I saw you up this
early," she remarked, grabbing the Cheerios and a jug of milk.
"Yeah kid, I ain't into the mornin' thing, but the Prof asked me to pick up the new dude...what's his name, Lemy? I gotta leave for the
airport in a few minutes."
Rogue had a sudden inspiration, and it was hard to suppress the excitement in her voice as she said, "Oh, Logan, can I come with you,
please? It's been ages since we've had a new student! I can't wait to meet him..."
Logan gave her a calculating look and then, conceding, said, "Sure kid. Better grab your coat, it's freezin' out."
As they drove on the freeway in Logan's pick-up, music floating out from the stereo and heater turned to maximum, Rogue couldn't
help imagining what the new guy looked like. I hope he's cute, a voice in the back of her mind said. She was disgusted with herself for being so
shallow but, oh, she was only going to be 17 once. Might as well be shallow while she could still use her age as an excuse.
They pulled into the parking lot of JFK airport and the two of them stepped out, Rogue letting the wind whip her hair as she pulled her
hunter-green peacoat tighter around her. "Didn't know New York was still this chilly in April," she said to Logan, who only shrugged and
continued walking towards the sliding doors that led into the airport.
They stopped just inside the place, glancing up at the monitors as they warmed their hands, checking to see if Remy's flight had landed
yet. "Yep, there it is, domestic flight 247 from Louisiana," Logan remarked. "C'mon kid, Gate 15's over there." They walked in companionable
silence, and Rogue felt half-nervous, half-excited as she straightened her coat collar and smoothed her auburn hair.
They reached the gate, and Rogue craned her neck to see over the heads of the other people waiting as the first few passengers started
leaking out. "I think that's him!" She whispered to Logan, pointing to a young man standing off to one side. "D'you think we should approach
him?"
"I wouldn't do dat if I were you, petite, since he's not de guy," a heavily accented voice said from behind her. She whirled around and
almost let her jaw drop as she stared at one of the most perfect human specimens she'd ever seen.
He was tall, maybe 6 feet, with wispy, light brown hair that covered his forehead and got into his eyes. He was clean shaven, and
wearing a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and a dark denim jacket. The thing about his appearance Rogue noticed most, however, was his eyes--
deep, glittering red on black, crinkled in an amused expression. They should've made him look cruel, like some sort of white devil, but instead,
they just added to his already handsome features.
"Hi, I'm Marie," she said, holding out a gloved hand for him to shake. He took it, and, instead of shaking it, raised it to his lips and
kissed it. Rogue could feel herself blushing as she continued, "But everyone calls me Rogue."
"Remy. Call me Gambit if you want to. And dis is Logan, right?" He asked, turning towards Wolverine. "Hi. In case you're wondering,
de Professor tol' me you'd be pickin' me up. But, he didn't tell me 'bout the cute girl you were bringin' along." His eyes twinkled mischievously
as he glanced sideways at Rogue. She tried to look nonchalant, but her insides were squirming. The boy WAS cute, even more so than she
could've hoped. Ohh, I'm gonna be a BIT more distracted during class NOW, she thought.
***
Author's Note: OKay people. tell me what you think of the story! it's something i've been wanting to do for some time now. in case you
haven't noticed, i'm obsessed with the whole remy/rogue relationship. just thought this would be interesting....Part II coming soon...
Author's Note: This is set in the movieverse and Rogue is about 17.
Le Diablo Blanc
Rogue sat up in bed and stretched. She didn't particularly like waking up at---she glanced at the clock and saw that it was 7:30 am---
7:30 in the morning on a Saturday, but she couldn't help it. The Professor had informed all of the X-Men yesterday that they would be admitting
a new student to the school, a mutant by the name of Remy LeBeau, and he would be arriving today. He was Rogue's age, 17, and hailed from
the Big Easy.
"Hmm, I wonder if he's got the thick accent," she said to no one in particular. She enjoyed hanging around with the other students at
the school, especially Bobby, but a new student was always a cause for excitement. It had only been a little over a year since Rogue herself had
first entered the school. However, it had quickly started feeling like home to her, and now she couldn't imagine being away from the School for
more than a few weeks.
She got up, threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and headed down to the kitchen for breakfast. To her great surprise, she saw that
Logan was already up, reading the morning paper and nursing a cup of hot coffee. "Geez, Logan, I can't remember the last time I saw you up this
early," she remarked, grabbing the Cheerios and a jug of milk.
"Yeah kid, I ain't into the mornin' thing, but the Prof asked me to pick up the new dude...what's his name, Lemy? I gotta leave for the
airport in a few minutes."
Rogue had a sudden inspiration, and it was hard to suppress the excitement in her voice as she said, "Oh, Logan, can I come with you,
please? It's been ages since we've had a new student! I can't wait to meet him..."
Logan gave her a calculating look and then, conceding, said, "Sure kid. Better grab your coat, it's freezin' out."
As they drove on the freeway in Logan's pick-up, music floating out from the stereo and heater turned to maximum, Rogue couldn't
help imagining what the new guy looked like. I hope he's cute, a voice in the back of her mind said. She was disgusted with herself for being so
shallow but, oh, she was only going to be 17 once. Might as well be shallow while she could still use her age as an excuse.
They pulled into the parking lot of JFK airport and the two of them stepped out, Rogue letting the wind whip her hair as she pulled her
hunter-green peacoat tighter around her. "Didn't know New York was still this chilly in April," she said to Logan, who only shrugged and
continued walking towards the sliding doors that led into the airport.
They stopped just inside the place, glancing up at the monitors as they warmed their hands, checking to see if Remy's flight had landed
yet. "Yep, there it is, domestic flight 247 from Louisiana," Logan remarked. "C'mon kid, Gate 15's over there." They walked in companionable
silence, and Rogue felt half-nervous, half-excited as she straightened her coat collar and smoothed her auburn hair.
They reached the gate, and Rogue craned her neck to see over the heads of the other people waiting as the first few passengers started
leaking out. "I think that's him!" She whispered to Logan, pointing to a young man standing off to one side. "D'you think we should approach
him?"
"I wouldn't do dat if I were you, petite, since he's not de guy," a heavily accented voice said from behind her. She whirled around and
almost let her jaw drop as she stared at one of the most perfect human specimens she'd ever seen.
He was tall, maybe 6 feet, with wispy, light brown hair that covered his forehead and got into his eyes. He was clean shaven, and
wearing a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and a dark denim jacket. The thing about his appearance Rogue noticed most, however, was his eyes--
deep, glittering red on black, crinkled in an amused expression. They should've made him look cruel, like some sort of white devil, but instead,
they just added to his already handsome features.
"Hi, I'm Marie," she said, holding out a gloved hand for him to shake. He took it, and, instead of shaking it, raised it to his lips and
kissed it. Rogue could feel herself blushing as she continued, "But everyone calls me Rogue."
"Remy. Call me Gambit if you want to. And dis is Logan, right?" He asked, turning towards Wolverine. "Hi. In case you're wondering,
de Professor tol' me you'd be pickin' me up. But, he didn't tell me 'bout the cute girl you were bringin' along." His eyes twinkled mischievously
as he glanced sideways at Rogue. She tried to look nonchalant, but her insides were squirming. The boy WAS cute, even more so than she
could've hoped. Ohh, I'm gonna be a BIT more distracted during class NOW, she thought.
***
Author's Note: OKay people. tell me what you think of the story! it's something i've been wanting to do for some time now. in case you
haven't noticed, i'm obsessed with the whole remy/rogue relationship. just thought this would be interesting....Part II coming soon...