Author Note(s): Ya'll are lucky I'm having a bit of blockage with me Evo stories. I swear, how persistent can ya be? So, the Sequel to Dark Waltz and the title is a play on "Good Girls go Bad." Pfft.

Mislie is actually an original hero of mine. I just threw her in here because I had written this intro for fun and decided to put it in. I don't if anyone will like her but if she is liked, she may make small appearances.

I don't own Wolverine and the X-Men.

Concentration. That was the key here. The woman in the black and maroon outfit concentrated on the task before her. Making illusions so she and her partner could slip in easily. Of course, concentration would be easier if her partner was patient. His guff growls, snarls, and complaints were enough to send anyone through the roof.

"I swear, Logan, if you do not shut up this instant, I'm gonna drop the illusion so you get caught!" Mislie practically screamed at him in her British accent, causing the man in the yellow and blue uniform to look at the girl with the mob of dark blonde on top of her head. "Thank you." She continued the illusion as the two walked down the corridor. "So mind telling me why you suddenly pulled the "you owe me" card?"

"Not really," Wolverine growled as they continued. Mislie looked at the short man, her red lips twisted as she considered this.

"Can I join the X-Men? Seeing that you're the leader and all," she asked lazily.

"No," Wolverine told her. Mislie rolled her eyes.

"Figured," she stated as they came upon the place that Wolverine needed to go to. "And you're still not going to tell me why the bloody heck I'm here?"

"No," Wolverine replied.

"See, Wolvie, this is why relationships never work with you," Mislie said, following him. "You're a one word type of man."

"Don't you have to concentrate?" Wolverine growled slightly. Mislie scoffed and continued, her eyes glowing white.

"Still as lovable as ever," she scoffed as Wolverine got what he had came for.

"Let's go," he growled at her.

"Can you, like, not talk in growls and grunts?" Mislie asked as they exited the building. When they were a safe distance away, Mislie grabbed Wolverine's shoulder. "Seriously, Logan. Don't bother me anymore. I think I've well paid you back. Unless, you want me on the X-Men."

"That's a no, Mislie," Wolverine said, looking at her now blue eyes. Mislie crossed her arms and glared at him.

"Why?! I'm not a bad person at all! I always help you out when you ask and do exactly what you tell me!" She exclaimed.

"You annoy the heck out of me at the same time," Wolverine informed her. Mislie rolled her eyes.

"Uh-huh, and you have a perfect relationship with Scott Summers," she snapped sarcastically. Wolverine glared at her. Mislie put a hand on her hip. "Fine, but you're getting your own ride home." With that, she took off into the sky with her telekenesis. Wolverine growled and pulled out his communicator.

"Logan? Where are you?" Hank asked on the other end.

"Just come and get me, Hank," Logan growled, allowing Hank time to find him by his signal.

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The Blackbird came and Logan walked onto it, a scowl on his face. Hank looked at him then nodded.

"Was it Miss Louis again?" He asked.

"Mislie," Logan growled.

"Oh, so, how is Annalee doing?" Hank asked.

"Her usual self," Logan replied. "Still wants to join the X-Men."

"Well, why not?" Hank inquired as he flew the jet. "She's a telekenetic and a illusionist. Not to mention her touch of empathy. Besides, it's not like she's Gambit." Logan rolled his eyes at the memory of that stupid Cajun. Hank cleared his throat, a nervous smiling on his face. "Speaking of Gambit...Haha."

"What has that Cajun done this time?!" Logan growled.

"Well, y'see, he is, well, at the mansion and wishes to join," Hank told him. Logan's face turned into more of a glower.

"Why didn't you kick him out?" He asked.

"Oh, we tried," Hank laughed nervously. "He is a master thief for a reason...Not to mention he seems enthralled with Rogue..." He muttered the last part but Logan's keen hearing picked it up.

"What was that?" He growled, even though he did not need it repeated.

"The master thief, terrorist for hire Remy LeBeau wants to join the X-Men," Hank repeated.

"Last part," Logan ordered.

"Oh, that, well, haha," Hank said nervously. Everyone knew that Logan seemed to take on a father/big brother roll with Rogue. Of course, Rogue was handling it.

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Rogue stood there with her arms crossed, glaring at the Cajun that was sitting on the couch. It was her turn to keep an eye on him and he seemed all too pleased. He smirked at her as he shuffled his cards.

"Chere, I ain't going to steal anything," he told her.

"Don' mean Ah trust ya," she replied darkly. There was that accent he loved.

"D'you play poker, petit?" He asked.

"Ah'm not gonna let ya distract me with a card game, Cajun," Rogue growled, and Remy was sure that Wolverine would be proud. Remy smirked.

"Didya have an interesting New Year's, chéri?" He asked like it was the simplest thing in the world. Rogue felt her cheeks turn red. She knew he would bring that up. "Anna Marie," he practically purred. He treated the name like it was candy and it tasted absolutely delectable. She clenched her teeth, emerald eyes blazing at him. He liked that and gave her a devilish grin.

"What Ah don't understand is how someone who was a gentleman can turn into uh asshole," Rogue muttered, shifting her weight to one leg, arms crossed. Remy, of course, enjoyed how that just amplified her breasts and she had some marvelous hips. She might be big-breasted but hey, she had some hips. He stood up and made his way over to her, her glare never leaving him. Before she could even blink, he had pulled her into him, his talented hands moving in ways that made her squirm. A clearing of a throat caused Remy to pause and Rogue to take the opportunity and slam her knee into his gut. He grunted and backed up, rubbing the sore spot.

"Now, chere, dat wasn't nice," he whined. Rogue glared at him, then turned to look who had entered the room. None other than Logan. He, at that moment, was glaring daggers at the Cajun.

"Mon Dieu, does everyone here glare?" He asked with a groan.

"Only when it's you, Gumbo," Logan growled, moving into the room and standing in front of the taller man. "Why do you think we'd accept you?"

"Mais, I would be quite a good asset," he started.

"Don't give me bull crap," Logan snarled. Remy raised an eyebrow and looked at the glaring Rogue then back at Logan. That caused Logan to look at Rogue, who now felt a small blush coming to her cheeks. He looked back at Remy, stone hard glare set in place. "Hell no."

"T'ink of it, as uh, community service to well, make up for my past deeds," Remy said cooly and coyly. He could put in stutter words but that never was the case. They were there to disarm whoever he spoke to. That did not disarm Logan.

"You got five seconds to get out of here, bub," he growled, his claws snikting out.

"Logan," a new voice called. The group turned to see the red head telepath enter the room. "I think we should give him a chance. I don't see a reason why not. No ulterior motives that are a threat to us." Logan looked at Jean and fell weak under her gaze. He took his claws back into his knuckles, turning to Gambit.

"You do something I don't like, you say something I don't like, you think something I don't like, hell, you breathe in a way I don't like and I will slice you up so much your own mother wouldn't know you," he growled before trudging off. Remy chuckled slightly and put an arm around Rogue's shoulder.

"Mais, that went well, chere," he stated. Rogue glared at him and removed his arm like it was some kind of disease but he say that faint blush. And with that, he promptly followed the storming Rogue out of the room, leaving a small smile on Jean's face.