A/N: Ok well this is my new story and I assure the fans of my other one Xreturn that that is nowhere near done but I couldn't get this out of my head.
So basically this is set after the whole apocalypse part of the show and Cajun Spice didn't happen even though it was an awesome episode that I real wished there could have been more of if only for the Romy interaction, but I digress, so Remy and Piotr have both joined the x-men as well as Angel, X23 and Boom Boom is back. So far that's all ya need.
Oh and pardon my French… no really it sucks so I use a translator and well who trusts those completely, but read and review and if you have any ideas to help my French or well any comments let me know
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A long day of school finally came to a close and Rogue walked along the path to the school parking lot where her black Yamaha V-Star classic waited. Tossing her bag over her shoulder the slim goth pulled out her keys and rounded the corner only to see a group of dumb jock Duncan wannabes standing over her baby ogling it. She glared at in their direction before noticing Principal Kelly conveniently standing not far away just waiting for any of the mutant student body to make a mistake.
Rogue rolled her eyes. The man had been watching them all with even more scrutiny since her spectacle at Jean and Scott's graduation the year before, luckily for the others he watched her the most just waiting for an excuse to expel her, but what made it worse was the students, like the jerks eyeing her bike, that pushed them for a reaction just to get rid of them. And with Jean and Scott in university it had fallen on her, as the oldest, to watch out for the others and set a good example as the Professor reminded her often.
Finally arriving at her bike Rogue was ignoring the four burly boys standing there, putting down her bag and pulling her leather jacket out of it she never saw the looks of mischief on the boys' faces until one grabbed her elbow turning her to face them.
"Well, well if it isn't the little goth freak," Rogue only glared back as the blonde kept hold of her arm, "Where are your friends, don't you muties normally travel in packs?"
"Just let meh get on my bike and leave. Ah don't want any trouble."
"Maybe I do," giving the smaller girl a push he and his friends grinned
Rogue didn't flinch at the jab not wanting to give the jerk the satisfaction of knowing he was getting on her nerves she simply stepped back, "Ah just wanna."
The blonde cut her off moving closer, "I don't care what you want," twirling one white strand of bangs around his fingers. She held her breath making sure not to touch him and quickly moved only her head removing the strands from his fingers reach. This caused a snicker from the other boys and anger rose in the jerk's face as he lashed out shoving Rogue backwards into the asphalt.
As the goth moved to stand she was forced back onto the ground by the boy's foot on her chest, "No one makes a fool of me,"
"Course not Homme you doin a good job at it all by yourself," Rogue groaned inwardly recognizing the Cajun accent belonging to the one and only Remy LeBeau.
The tall, lean form stood behind Rogue calmly looking at the football players with a raised brow almost daring them to make a move, "Now how bout you an' your little friends run along an' leave dis Jolie fille alone." The boys started to move to their cars
"Your friends aren't always gonna be around to protect you Mutie,"
"An' your principal ain't always gonn' be round neder homme." Remy stated plainly giving the boys one last glare before turning to help his teammate off the ground only to find her already standing next to her bike, "You alright cher?"
"Ah'm fine." Rogue dusted off her jeans and jacket, "Ah coulda handled them on my own swamprat."
"You tink Remy don' know dat cher. But wit de anti-Rogue patrol standin der watchin dis tief tink it better he help, non," Gambit smirked at the annoyed girl. Her green eyes glared up at him through her white bangs, knowing he was right, she rolled her eyes before turning to grab her helmet.
Remy eyed the girl, as he often found himself doing when she wasn't watching. Her slim form often hidden under layers of dark clothing, today was no different with a pair of tight black jeans, deep purple long sleeved T-shirt, combat boots and her leather jacket to top off the look she was looking much more punk then goth these days.
"An just what are ya'll smirkin at Cajun,"
"Just a bel femme dat happen to be gracin' Remy wit her company,"
Rogue rolled her eyes pulling her green helmet over her French braided hair and climbing on her bike, "Ya comin' Swamprat, or ya just gonna stand there all day?"
His smirk grew as he crossed the lot to his own black and red Harley Sport and joined her near the exit.