Pyrus: So...Yeah I like the final product. Is it perfect? NO! Why? Because my editors are in eastgabumble and they have no computers. I'm sorry in advanced if it sucks.

Disclaimer: I still don't own the X-men movies if I did...Well they'd be a hell of a lot better.

Chapter 1: Sour Meetings

It had been two months since Rogue had returned from getting the cure, yet her relationship with Bobby was still rocky and unsure. He was still watching other girls and paying little attention to her no matter how she looked, or what she did.

She had stopped straightening her hair, allowing it to return to its wild curly state, since she and Jubilee thought it complimented her maturing face better and for the small fact that Bobby seemed to like curls over straight. The effect might have gotten Rogue a 3 second glance before Bobby returned to chasing other woman, and though Rogue refused to admit it she was sick of his constantly wandering eye.

Rogue hadn't been the only one who had noted and disliked Bobby's wandering eyes, Kitty too had noted it and after Rogue's return the younger dumped Bobby all together. Since then Kitty had moved into Rogue's room, under the Professor's orders. After the initial anger, at being paired together as roommates, the pair slowly got to know each other and quickly became the best of friends. The Valley Girl had quickly taken it upon herself to protect and support Rogue since they were roommates and all.

"Hey Rogue!" yelled Bobby as he ran down the hall to where she and Jubilee were standing.

"Yeah? Oh hi'yah Bobby." Rogue said a forced smile on her face though Bobby didn't notice.

"You wanna go to a club tonight?"

"Sure."

"Alright I'll meet you at the car at 7." Bobby yelled over his shoulder before running back the way he came.

"Rogue you can't be serious!" Jubilee groaned.

"What do you mean, Jubs?" Rogue asked confused as they moved on to their study hall.

"I mean...You don't know do you?"

"Know what Jubilee?"

"That every time Bobby dumps a girl he takes them to a club to get them drunk and then he dumps her."

Rogue stopped dead in her tracks just as Kitty came running to met the two other girls. The brunette had tears in her brown eyes that searched Rogue's dark green ones for some unknown reason.

"Rogue...I'm like sorry!" Kitty cried as she burst into tears.

"OH... Kit what happened?" Rogue asked wrapping a hand around Kitty's arms while Jubilee followed her lead.

"Bobby...he's...He's...ahhhhh" Kitty whimpered through her tears.

"Shhh... Kit its alright," Rogue soothed as tears came to her eyes as well, "I know."

-Later that night at the club-

Rogue sat alone at the bar a fizzy drink in her hands. She wore a thin dark emerald top that had a handkerchief cut bottom, as well as sequins running along to bottom hem and short jean shorts that had large cuts in them. Rogue also, keeping with her southern roots, wore a pair of dark brown cowboy boots that had dark green embroidery of flowers along the sides, while her hair had been extra curled by Jubilee and her light make up had been done by Kitty.

She had refused to dance and drink with Bobby hours ago and he had left to flirt and who knows what else with the other girls in the bar. Rogue turned her head to see the said ice mutant flirting with a green haired woman at a near by table. Drunk off of her emotions Rogue quickly marched over the her 'boyfriend'.

"Hey Rogue! You wanna dance now?" Bobby asked as he smiled up at her when she arrived.

"No! Ya' good fer'nothin excuse fer a male! What in dis sane world made'ja thin'k dat Ah would wan'ta dance with a low life scum lik'e you!"

"Rogue..."

"No Bobby! Kit told meh what ya were planin to tell meh! And yah know what...Ah don wanta b ya'r girlfriend anymore!" Rogue yelled before throwing the rest of her drink into his face.

"You know what FINE! Find your own way home then!" Bobby yelled after he spit the soda out of his mouth before storming out of the club.

But Rogue didn't care she just turned head held high and returned to her seat and got another drink. The bar tender gave her a semi sad semi happy smile before giving her another of the fizzy drinks only this time he had added cran-apple to it.

"Just try it. Lifts even the heaviest of hearts in no time."

"Thanks." Rogue muttered before taking a sip of the drink.

It hit her like an electric shock all the way down her throat causing her to smile lightly. Soon Rogue noticed out of the corner of her eye as a man slide into the set beside her. Rogue wiggled unsure suddenly about his closeness, yet the heat that radiated off of him was comforting as well as the strangely intoxicating aroma that came off of him.

Rogue noted that he wore a long brown trench coat that cover him from his shoulders to just about the floor. Rogue also spotted the pair of sunglasses that covered his eyes from view as well as the fact that he seemed to be wearing metal boots.

"Remy se'in what yah did back dere, chere, dat took lot'z a gutz." the man beside her said as he turned to face her.

Rogue turned to see that he wore a purple button down shirt under the trench coat along with a pair of rather faded jeans. She smiled lightly back at him though she was a little unsettled by not being able to see his eyes.

"Tha'k Yah...Ah guess" Rouge said with a little smile before his accent clicked in her head, "Ya'r from da south ain't cha?"

"Oui, chere, but Remy up one ya. Yar from Mississippi ain't dat right River Rat?"

"How'd yah guess yah stupid Swamp rat."

"Comin up with nick'names already, chere?"

"Well it' not lahike Ah know yer name."

"Remy Leabou at ya'r service, chere."

"Rogue."

The two passed the night just sitting there telling each other stories about time long past in the south. Rogue told him of her dreams to travel the world, while Remy told her about his not so perfect past down in New Orleans. During the time where Rogue had been telling him what had happened the one and only time she had been to Merdi Gras, a girl stumbled by.

Now this wouldn't have normally been a problem, but the girl was needlessly to say tipsy and it didn't help any that the person she chose to lean into just happened to be Rogue. Rogue groaned just as the woman's hand touched her bare shoulder sending the girl fainting downward to the ground.

"Roguey wha'beh 'rong?" Remy asked as he reached over to touch her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

"Don't. Touch. Me. My. Skin." Rogue hissed.

Remy quickly figuring out what she meant by that took off his trench coat and wrapped it around Rogue's smaller frame. He quickly scooped her up and carried her, bridal style, out of the club room, while the other girl was getting surrounded by other people. Remy carried Rogue around to the side of the club to where his black and red flamed Harley sat waiting in the faded moon light. Remy placed Rogue sitting on the bike's seat, while he crouched beside it keeping her steady.

"Chere, shhh. Yah can tell Remy what be bother'in yah." Remy soothed Rogue as he stroked her cheek with the back of his gloved hand.

"Remy...Ah'm a mutant." Rogue said in a hushed whisper.

"Remy...beh contenta to hear dat, chere, caus'e he be one, too." Remy explained with a smirk as he reached for his sunglasses, "Please don' freak, chere, cause most gens dey do."

Remy pulled his sunglasses off and blinked once before looking up at Rogue. Her dark emerald eyes were met smoldering red irises that sat upon a black backdrop. She gasped lightly as the skies above crackled with thunder, as Rogue reached out to touch his face, her hand covered by the long sleeves.

"Dere so prettie." Rogue sighed as her covered hand touched his cheek and her fingers danced over the edges of his eyes.

"No dere not," Remy said pulling away from her hand, "Dese are devil eyes. Dats be 'y many gens back in New Orlanz call Remy Le Diable Blanc."

"Nah der're very prettie Swamp Rat, 'n nev'a tell meh different! Yah hear?"

"Oui, mon Chere."

"AHHH...hmmm...Ain't yah 'chere'." Rogue yawned\yelled before asking, "Hey Swampy Ah kinda don't ha'v a ride home...would'jah be min'in' at all?"

"Non chere, Remy no' min' n'ne." Remy laughed before standing and slipping in front of Rogue, "Hang on, chere."

He quickly kicked the bike to life and kicking off when he was sure Rogue's arms were wrapped securely around his waist. The ride wasn't long but with the crackling of thunder every few minutes Remy was certain that he had to get Rogue back to whereever she lived before the rain broke.

"Turn up dar an' follow it till yah get tah the iron gates." Rogue mumbled sleepily.

Remy did as he was instructed and all to soon he came upon the looming black iron gates that surrounded Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. Remy silenced his bike's engine and had turned around to tell Rogue that they were here only to find the said girl sleeping behind him, her arms still wrapped tightly around him.

"Aww, chere, don' wanna lea've dis here Cajun, do yah?" Remy asked softly though he knew he wasn't gonna get an answer.

With that Remy put the bike's kickstand down before turning and scooping Rogue up and into a bridal style carry. He then, after making sure that her skin wouldn't touch his by accident, jumped over the iron gate and into a near by tree, freezing as the security system turned toward him. Being a master thief did come in handy a lot of the time.

Minutes later Remy found his way to Rogue's room, he learned what number it was during one of her stories. He jumped up to the balcony, using a near by tree, just as the skies above opened and released their load. He rushed for the doors which were surprisingly left unlocked, so he quietly walked into the silent bedroom.

Remy found Rogue's forest dark sheets in the moonlight as well as Kitty's pale pink sheets as well. Remy pulled the sheets back with his free hand before gently lying Rogue down on top of the bed, the trench coat still around her. He pulled the covers back over her slim body slightly damp body, but only to notice that her hands were still clinging on to his shirt.

"Common, chere. Remy gotta go." Remy whispered as he tried to pull her covered hands off his purple shirt, "Remy pr'mise he'beh back."

Rogue finally let go and curled up into the trench coat causing Remy to smirk lightly. He then turned and returned to the large French balcony doors, before turning and walking back into the down pouring rain and disappearing into the night.

-TBA-

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