Okay so this is my first fanfic EVER! I have shamelessly added myself into this story. It will mostly be from Morgan's (my OC) POV but Remy's POV will pop up occasionally. This takes place before X-men Origins and will continue through the movie. I don't know how often I will update this. Oh and I know that Remy has red-on-black eyes in the comics but I'm using the movie Remy and he has brown eyes until he uses his powers. Sorry if this bothers anyone. Enjoy!

Oh and I don't own any of the X-men comics, movies, or TV shows. I only own Morgan, Amy, and Tante Cecil.

I remember the day I first met him clearly. It will forever be imprinted into the back of my mind. I was only 16 at the time. He was well… at least old enough to play poker in a bar.

It was in New Orleans, Louisiana, in a rather large bar that my adoptive mother, whom everyone affectionately called Tante Cecil, owned. I had been living with her for three years. I was originally from Houston, Texas. My parents and I had been in a car crash when I was 11. Drunk driver hit us. Typical. Our car flipped over before bursting into flames. My parents died but I had survived. That was the day my mutation manifested.

I hopped around from foster home to foster home until I finally got sick of it. I ran away, not knowing where I was going but not caring at the same time. While I was running I learned how to use my mutation. I could make and manipulate blue energy. Long tendrils of energy would dance around my arms. I could use them to pick things up, almost like a telekinetic, or I could form them into a ball into the palm of my hand and throw them. I could also use them to form a protective force field around my body, which is what had saved me in the crash. After a few months of running, using my powers to help me steal food and money, I arrived in Louisiana. I had been trying to pickpocket Tante Cecil when I first met her. She was a tall, elderly Hatian woman with long, braided black hair, dark skin, and dark gentle eyes. I had tried to use my powers to levitate her wallet out of her purse but I lost control, causing a bright flash of blue light. She was surprised to see that it was a young girl with long, dirty red hair and bright blue eyes that had tried to steal from her. She offered to take me back with her to her home in New Orleans. I was so desperate and hungry that I couldn't refuse.

Tante Cecil had been my savior. She helped my start a whole new life. When I showed her my powers she didn't even flinch. Instead she helped me control them, though she made me promise not to use them in public. She told me that not everyone was as kind as her. It was later that I learned that she was in fact a mutant also, with the ability to sense other mutants around her. I went to school and made a few close friends. My best friend was a girl named Amy. After knowing her for a year I finally decided to tell her about my mutation. She thought it was the coolest thing and would often help me practice my control. She even let me pick her up!

During the evenings Tante Cecil worked at the bar, overseeing the staff there. Her father had owned it and when he passed away it was passed down to her and her brother. She knew all of the regular customers and would warmly greet any strangers. She really knew how to make people feel at home. She never took me to the bar at night, saying it was not the place any young girl should be.

It was early evening when she did take me to the bar on that fateful summer night. We were going over to one of her friends house for dinner but she had to stop and take care of some business things. The bar was located on Bourbon Street and people swarmed through the street, a sight that was common on Saturday nights. She told me I could go in with her, for fear that something bad would happen to me if I stayed outside by myself, but told me to not wander inside the bar. I walked into the bar mesmerized. There were chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, tables and chairs scattered everywhere. There was a large dance floor with a stage behind it where a band was setting up. Tante Cecil directed me past the bar and into a large office. She went over to the desk and started rummaging through stacks of paper. The phone rang and she answered it with a hasty hello. After I was sure she was preoccupied in her phone conversation, I slipped out of the room. I wandered around keeping to the dark corners of the room, and watched. My eyes landed to a group of people cluttered around a poker table.

That's when I saw him.

He was showing off, doing flashy card tricks, flipping cards through the air, before dealing them out. I watched with him great interest as he won that hand of poker. I studied him carefully, trying not to draw attention from any other customers. He had long brown hair and full lips but his eyes were covered by a hat. From what I could tell, he was gorgeous. Just when I wished that he would take off his hat, he lifted his head and his brown eyes locked with mine, a smirk toying on his lips.

Remy POV

I knew someone was watching me. Not the people standing around me but someone else, further away. Unknown eyes. I knew most of the people here. This bar was my favorite place to go to after one of my "jobs". The lady who owned the place, Cecil, was always welcoming to me though she was suspicious of my line of work.

I could feel the person's eyes on me, studying me as I won yet another round of poker. I finally looked up, surprised by what I saw but hiding it under a smirk. I had locked eyes with a young lady, clearly a teenager. She had big blue eyes, pale skin, and long red hair, braided like Cecil's usually was, with streaks of blue woven through it. She was wearing a long black peasant skirt and a bright read tanktop. She was cute, I couldn't deny that. If she were a bit older I probably would have chased after her. Against my better judgment, I beckoned her over.

Whew! First Chapter! Reviews and constructive criticism welcome. Anything I screw up on please tell me. Oh and I don't know how to write Remy's accent so it will probably come out more southern than Cajun. If it bothers you too much then you can rewrite his dialogue. Thank you!