Author's Note: This is my first ever fanfiction. I've been a longtime fan of fanfiction but have never been able to produce my own work. Now after ten years of reading, I am finally getting around to it.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men or Marvel, they are the workings of the great Stan Lee.

Violet Eyes

"Oof"

She landed in an unceremonial heap on the ground, or at least what she thought was the ground. It really felt too hard to be the ground, maybe it was cement. The girl groaned and was surprised to hear an echoing groan under her.

Ok, so definitely not cement, she thought.

"Mon dieu, what happened?" said a very sexy Cajun voice.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. Are you okay, are you hurt?" asked the girl, frantic as she scrambled off the very male body under her.

"Oui chere, Remy okay. What about you ma petite?" asked Remy as he stood up and offered her his hand.

"Umm, yeah, I'm……," the girl stopped short with her reply as she looked up into Remy's red on black glowing eyes. "Oh my! Your eyes…….you're a mutant," said the girl as she stared at him in disbelief. Never had she seen eyes like his before. Well, actually she had seen a similar set of eyes once, but that was a very long time ago.

Remy tensed, "Oui chere, I am. Is that a problem?"

"No. No, not at all. I'm just surprised, that's all." The girl quickly took the hand he offered and got up.

"Where did you come from chere?" asked Remy as he looked around at the surrounding buildings trying to figure out which one she had fallen from.

She knew what he was doing as he was scanning the buildings. It wouldn't be too much longer until the ones chasing her caught up with her and attacked them both; she had to think of a way to get around this.

"Um, well….you have to promise me you won't laugh," she said.

"Now chere, why would Remy laugh at an angel who's fallen from the sky to grace his life with her presence?" replied Remy with a mischievous grin on his face.

"An angel, huh? You're certainly the charmer aren't you? Perhaps I shouldn't tell you where I fell from," replied the girl. She couldn't help it, flirting with this man was too fun even if he thought he was god's gift to women.

"Ah chere, you know you want to tell Remy whatcha were up to? Besides, I saved you. The least you could do would be to tell me what provoked you to pounce on me? Was it my sexy smile or my dashing looks?" Remy said as he winked at her.

Oh dear, this guy really does think he's god's gift to women. Well at least he enjoys being the hero, that'll make this easy. She was running out of time and she knew it, so she decided to swallow her pride and let him think her a clutz.

"Well, I was up on that roof right there," she said pointing to the building behind Remy on his left. "I was stargazing and I got vertigo. I tried to catch the roof as I was falling but I couldn't, it was too slick from the rain earlier."

Remy had a smart retort he was going to say about him being brighter than the stars but he held it back as he took in her appearance.

She was 5'9" which is pretty tall for a woman. She wasn't as tall as Ororo who towers over all other females at the mansion at six foot in height, but still, most of the other females were a couple inches shorter than this woman standing before him. She had long wavy brown hair that reached to her midback. It looked mostly brown but his keen eyes could pick out some blue, purple, and green streaks in the dark. He could also see her violet green eyes, very unusual for a human, almost as unusual as his. Maybe she's more than meets the eye.

Most other people wouldn't have noticed them in the limited light cast from a few street lights far away, but Remy's eyes were adapted to the night. It was part of his mutation. He could see, hear, and smell things as well as any feline during the day and just as well at night. He was also very agile. It was quite often that he would choose to walk on the high beams in the mansion and perch himself upon a high roof, much like the woman in front of him so it seemed. He, however, never fell which made him wonder about her story.

Most humans didn't perch themselves on high roofs like that of the building behind him, which must be at least seven stories tall. She either must be very daring, very stupid, or a mutant.

She was getting pretty antsy just standing here, waiting for him to come back from whatever he was thinking about. She needed to be moving on, getting as far from this section of town as she could. The great thing about New Orleans was that there were tons of alleyways, people, and swamps so getting lost or disappearing was not a problem.

Maybe I could just smack him upside the head and knock him out. Then if I ran, I could make it back to the swamp in ten minutes and be back in my safe house in ten more. Of course, he's already seen me so he'll be able to identify me again. A man like him isn't likely to forget a woman who ruined his pretty face. Damn. Maybe if I just…

She was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of him clearing his throat.

"Huh?"

"As I was saying chere, it's quite lucky I just happened to be walking by when you were falling, otherwise you might have broken your neck or something."

Not likely, she thought. She had an uncanningly good sense of balance and could have easily sustained a fall from a seven story building without breaking anything. He, however, didn't need to know that. The less he remembered about her the better. And that's when she got her next thought.

Moving closer to him, she looked him in the eyes and smiled a devastatingly beautiful style. As Remy gazed into her eyes, they turned to silver mercury.

She watched as his eyes glazed over and he entered a trance-like state in reaction to her power. She hated to have to alter the will of someone, but really, she was out of time.

"Thank you for saving me, I really appreciate it but unfortunately I am late for a very important date," she said in a soothingly calm voice, trying to bend his mind to forget about her.

"Awe, that's okay chere, the Remy loves to rescue beautiful femmes such as yourself. But Remy would like to get to know you better. Maybe I could buy you a drink chere?" replied Remy, unfazed by her attempt to control his mind.

She was frustrated for a minute and a bit baffled by his resistance but she couldn't afford to let him sidetrack her. She had to get away, so she tried again, this time putting even more influence into the suggestion.

"Now Remy, I thank you for breaking my fall," she said in a hypnotic voice, "but I really have to go. Why don't you go into that bar over there just down the street and buy some pretty lady a drink." She added a picture of a pretty blond woman smiling seductively at him for good measure.

She made the suggestion as strong as she could, even using what she assumed was his name since he spoke of himself in the third person. Normally a person couldn't resist her, particularly when she said their name. For some reason it just had a strong effect on them. Luckily it worked on him too.

She could tell he wasn't going to remember their encounter now. He would remain in a daze for a few more minutes, giving her enough time to slip away before he would snap out of it and comply with what she had suggested. For the rest of the night and when he woke up in the morning, his memory would be hazy, like a grey fog had settled in over the events that took place last night, effectively keeping her presence unknown.

She couldn't help getting a little closer to him first and inhaling his intoxicating scent before she had to go. He smelled like dark spices and cinnamon. How odd, a man smelling like cinnamon, but somehow it suits him.

She pulled back and turned to go, feeling slightly disappointed. For some reason, she didn't want to leave him. Perhaps it was because her cycle was just around the corner. She always got kinda friendly when she was in heat. Not wanting to dwell on that thought any further, she started walking away only to stop at the sound of black velvet.

"Chere," he said. "What is your name?"

Oh my god, is this really happening? He's not supposed to be talking right now and he's definitely not supposed to be asking me questions. Who the hell is this guy?

She was exasperated with him and she most definitely no longer had the patience to play nice with him anymore. She stormed back over to him and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Chere, be nice to the Remy. He did save your life after all. The least you could do is tell him your name before you go running off on him," said Remy half in a fog but half aware that she was planning on leaving him.

Ugh, she sighed. Is this guy for real? Can he really be this damn stubborn? What she didn't know was that Remy's mutant power of controlling kinetic energy provided a kind of interference field that prevented most telepaths from being able to enter his mind and thus being able to control it and him, but she wasn't most telepaths. As a matter of fact, a telepath might not even be the right classification for her.

Deciding it wouldn't hurt since he's not going to remember anything in a few minutes anyway and thinking maybe it would make it a little easier to influence him, she told him her name.'

"Iris, my name is Iris."

"Iris," the sound of her name rolling off his lips sent a shiver down her spine. She'd never had a man say her name so enchantingly before. Damn, this man is Trouble with a capital T.

Breaking herself out of her thoughts she sighed again and knew what she had to do. Unfortunately for him, she could no longer just make suggestions, she had to force him. She came up to him again, put her hands on either side of his head. Focusing her power, she locked their gazes and counted backward from ten. By the time she got to one, Remy was limp in her arms.

A/N: Please review, good, bad, or indifferent. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Also, I know not all the French is correct but it was the best I could remember from when I took French 7 years ago.