Disclaimer: I do not own Rouge, Remy, or any part of X-Men Evolution.

Summary: Rogue absorbs Remy, and the next day they are feeling and acting like one another. What is going on? While the adults are figuring it out, pranks, fights, brake-ups, embarrassment and falling in love is in store for the two. REWRITE! Romy, Jonda, Xietro

Authoress' Note: Aloha! I'm back…again! School has been driving me crazy, but as a little side project I decided to get back into fanfiction. I also decided to re-write my fic 'Ya Know Ya Want Meh So Come An' Get Meh' because I'm not satisfied with it and I think I can make it a lot better. I love the idea I had with the fic, but all the little ideas in between didn't mesh. So, here is the re-write! Please review and tell me what you think!

Meeting in an Alley
"Help! Stop him! Thief!"

Emerald eyes appeared over the top of a thick novel, scanning the area around them for whatever was causing such a disturbance. They finally rested on a pretty blonde woman panicking and pointing in the direction a thief had just went in, her purse in his hands. A few men ran to the woman and began to try and calm her; one took off after the thief. The emerald eyes rolled and the owner of them sighed heavily.

Rogue took her time closing her book and putting it back in her bag. She got up from her comfortable reading spot of the last thirty minutes. She was reluctant to leave her spot under the shade of an umbrella and the company of Frappichino and Anne Rice, but she felt she had no choice in the matter. Being an X-Man meant doing good for everyone; even when you didn't want to.

So Rogue gathered her belongings and headed over to the never-hysteric woman. She placed a gloved hand on her shoulder and said in her beautiful Southern accent, "Do yah know what he looked lahke? Didja notice?"

The woman shook her head, her hair hanging over her red and tearstained face. "I - I didn't see his face, really. He just ran up behind me and –"

Rogue nodded, understanding why the woman wasn't able to finish. Quickly and with the grace of a cat, Rogue ran swiftly in the direction the woman had pointed. She hadn't been running for long when she came to a narrow alleyway leading into the street across. Guessing the thief had taken the route, she turned and jogged down it. Suddenly, the man who had also ran after the thief appeared from the other side with a red face and seemed out of breath.

"Didja lose him?" Rogue asked as they approached.

"The thief? Yes. He was too fast. Looks like I'll have to go break the news to that poor woman…" said the man with a glint in his eye. Rogue scowled.

"Well yah do that," she said as she continued down the alleyway, leaving the man going in the other direction. She came to the opening and exited, looking both ways down the barren street. She didn't see anyone, not a trace of life except for a few newspapers blowing around in the wind, and other various trash scattered around. 'Must be tha bad side'a town,' she thought.

Rogue sighed and turned around, about to start down the alleyway again, but instead she found herself staring deeply and involuntarily into red and black pools.

"Were ya lookin' fo' Remy, ange?"

Rogue blushed as she noticed their faces were inches apart, their noses almost touching. She took a step back as Remy LeBeau grinned mischievously. Rogue seemed to loose her composure for a moment, taken but complete surprise, but after a moment of staring dumbly at the thief's handsome face her eyes narrowed and she glared hard at him.

"Depends. Yah take that lady's purse?" she said.

Remy smiled and looked to the side, looking sarcastically thoughtful. "Tha' also depends…is dat a good thing or a bad thing?"

Rogue rolled her eyes, annoyed. "A bahd thing. Now gimme tha purse, Gambit."

"Oh, dis?" said Remy as he held up the red purse, smirking. "Ya gunna fight Remy for it?"

"That a threat, Swamp Rat?" said Rogue, her glare never disappearing.

"If ya make it one, Chere," answered Remy, grinning widely.

Rogue stared at him for a moment; he looked unwavering, so she would have no choice but to fight him. She wasn't going to let him get the best of her either, so just for good measure, she reeled her arm back and brought it forward against Remy's face in a hard, fierce punch. The Cajun's face was knocked to the side, but he recovered quickly and smirked at Rogue.

"So ya wanna play den, Chere?"

No sooner had he sad this, the Cajun pulled a few playing cards from his pocket and Rogue was lost in a sea of explosions and smoke. She coughed as she stepped back and tried to clear the smoke by waving her hand, but another hand caught hers and she felt the smooth, thin surface of a card slip between her fingers. After a moment of curious silence, Rogue screamed and threw the card forward with a shock of realization.

"Cajun! Where are yah?" she screamed when the smoke cleared and Remy was no where in sight.

Rogue heard movement behind her, and when she turned, she saw a figure flying at her. She barley had time to think as their two bodies collided and were sent rolling across the floor. Rogue finally landed with a weight on top of her, crushing her stomach and pelvis. She groaned, and peered up at a smirking Gambit.

"Like dis position, Chere?" he asked.

"Get offa meh, Gambit!" Rogue demanded as she tried to pull herself out from under him.

"Ya gunna stop attackin' Remy?" he asked.

Rogue narrowed her eyes for a moment, then she reached up, grabbed a handful of his collar, and pulled him down. Their noses were touching as Remy's demon eyes stared down into her own emerald ones. Their lips met, Remy struggled, but Rogue kissed him for a few moments before she felt him go limp against her. Breathing hard, she pushed him off of her and sat up.

"Stupid Cajun," she breathed as she grabbed the red purse that had fallen beside him.

'Guess Ah bettah return this…an' get someone down here tah take the Cajun home,' Rogue thought to herself as she stood up and strolled out of the dark alleyway, taking care to tread on Remy's fingers as she went.