Midnite- bonjour and welcome to another story by yours truly. I'm definitely will be enjoying writing this story but I'm not sure if I'm going to make this a one-shot or a multi-chapter story but enjoy what I have so far.

Disclaimer- the only thing I probably own does not include the rights to the X-Men

Road trip return...

The sun and heat can be an annoying thing you know? Especially when it creates sweat and the said sweat travels down to places you feel uncomfortable to wipe off. Unfortunately the sun pesky little thing it is only gets brighter and hotter as the day goes on. Being dressed in hot leather doesn't help the situation at all.

Well lucky for you there right over the under that welcome to New Orleans sign is a stand selling water. Usually being so close to arriving to your destination you would ignore and ride past it, but unfortunately back in Baton Rouge when the bike's battery was starting to fail you ignored it and now you have to stop and refill the battery's fluid levels with distilled or deionized water.

It's either that or risking the chance of having to walk 20 or so miles to your destination. The name's Rogue by the way. Why Rogue you might ask? Simple Rogue describes me and it's just the way I am. You don't like? Well suck it because I'm not here to make things the way you want in fact I'm here to cause trouble for my ruthless daddy.

You probably heard of him. Logan also known as Wolverine old guy, but could probably beat anyone stupid enough to get him riled up into a bloody pulp. Yes sir that's my pa. The great Wolverine the man who took me in as his kid and the same man I haven't heard or seen since I left few years back. The reason I left simple I needed to have some time on my own. I am a grown woman already 21 years old now.

When I left I was 18 almost 19. I traveled all over the United States even went up to the Canadian border, but I didn't leave the country I was close though. Only thing is I ran out of money before the thought of going to the sandy beaches of Cuba or tanning while sipping on a Margarita in Cancun even occurred to me. Anyways I would have probably spent all my money on just a plane ticket and hotel.

Well running out of money is the reason I'm back nothing else nope not at all. I did not miss Logan or our training sessions or sharing the same passion of mechanics on the bike I now have. Nope not because of that I am just here to get myself established again. After that I'm heading to Europe or somewhere else.

Well this story sure as hell isn't all going to be in my point of view just the introductions so where were we? Ahh yes me stopping to buy some water. Ooh before I forget this is kind of important I have the X-gene just like many others actually that's kind of why I met 's my story of how I met a pesky Cajun.

The sun was at its highest peak mid-day can be a very hot time of day. Sweat poured out of annoying hard to reach places such as ones armpits. The sign welcoming travelers to New Orleans held high all the years our stranger left. This stranger riding on a nice looking Harley Davidson but unknown to the normal on looker was actually a built from scratch motorcycle. With an engine that purred like a kitty, but right now spurt like a cold catching grizzly due to the battery's low fluid level.

The rider stops by a side stand and mounts off the beauty she calls bike. The rider puts the kickstand down and takes the helmet off revealing a cascade of auburn hair only tinted by two distinguished pure platinum white bangs. Blinking at the sudden brightness of the sun two emerald green eyes sparkled. A beauty the rider is, but all roses have their thorns and just like all roses this one's thorns are mighty sharp.

Setting her helmet down our Rogue unmounts her bike and cuts the engine taking her only spare of keys with her. She walks a bit further to the stand where a very bored looking teen sits bobbing his head up and down to music he must be listening to and reading some magazine. "Excuse me." Rogue calls out. The boy doesn't much as move to acknowledge her.

"Umm hello!" she tries again, but to no avail. Losing whatever patience she had she snatches the magazine out of the boys hands and pops a bubble of gum he was in the process of blowing and takes the ear buds out of his thick skull. "Hey that's my-"

"I've been trying to get your attention for the past 20 stinking minutes because all I want to know is if you sell deionized or distilled water." She interrupts the boy. The boy terrified looks like she just spoke in some monster language. She sighs and tries again. "Let me be clearer do you sell water?"

The boy nods. "Ok do you know if it is deionized or distilled?" she asks. "Uhhh?" the boy looks lost again. "Let's try this again one last time do you sell water that is NOT I repeat NOT tap water?" she repeats hoping and praying that the boy would understand. Luckily he did. "Yup we do." He squeaks out.

"Is it spring water?" she asks again. "Uhh no?" the boy mumbles. "Ugghh forget it I rather risk the chance to walk than screw up my battery just because some boy doesn't understand motors. Just what kind of boy are you? Probably gay." She grumbles.

She walks away leaving the boy frozen and stunned. She is still growling lowly by the time she gets back to where she thought her bike was. "Are you serious? Ughh just great I just got hijacked that's just what I needed." She grumbles and her low growling turns to a full blown cursing contest with the wind. Meanwhile the boy that earlier was scared was now chuckling. How's that for karma.

Ohhh when she got her hands on the lowlife that stole her baby all hell is going to set loose. For now however she had a walk to start by the time she got to her destination it sure would be dark out. Might as well start walking since no way in hell was she going to call Logan and tell him she just got hijacked.

Later that night as predicted Rogue arrived exhausted to a garage? She double checked the address. Yup same address no way was it wrong she went through hell to find this address. Ok maybe not through hell but it sure wasn't easy as pie either especially since informants are starting to either be gold diggers or are just pussies nowadays. For once in years she suddenly felt very nervous and although the sun was no longer up her palms were suddenly sweaty. What would Logan think? Aww screw it what did she care what others thought, but then again this wasn't a stranger it was Logan. The man is practically her father. Summing up her courage she held her head high and walked to a door and knocked.

No answer. She knocked again. Surely he must hear he does have freakishly abnormal hearing actually mutated hearing. Maybe the address is wrong. She started to walk away when the door suddenly opened showering her in light. "What do ya want?" a voice growled.

Lowering her hood she stepped into the light closer to the man. "Logan it's been a while." She answered. "Stripes is that you?" the growl turned to a normal gruffly voice. "The one and only." She answers. "Your right kid it has been a while." He reaches attentively but cautiously out. "How's it been?" she asked. "Rough since ya left but I'm not one to judge ya kid since I probably just got a taste of my own medicine." He chuckled.

"Can I come in pa?" she asked cautiously. "Course ya can kid this here is your home to I told ya that." He answered and made room for her to get through. Stepping inside she sees a car perched up on a carjack and another suspended above her head. "So you're a mechanic now?" she asked.

"Yea could use a helping hand but I pull through." He grunted. "I can help. I mean for the time being I can help ya." She offered. "Course ya can kid you start tomorrow so you best get your beauty sleep. By the way stripes where is your bike I didn't hear it I must be getting mighty old." He questioned.

"Nah Logan not yet anyways I kind of got hijacked this afternoon but I swear once I get my hands on that lowlife thief there is going to be hell to pay. I can assure you that." She grunted. "I would hate to be that thief." Muttered Logan. He showed her to a room in the office where there was a sofa with some blankets. He had known. "You knew I was coming didn't ya?" she asked.

"Sure thing stripes I heard you had been asking 'round for me so since then I got this here sofa and blankets for the time being. Night kid." With that being said he left her dumbfounded. "I coulda called stupid uhhh." She grunted and muttered herself to sleep.

Meanwhile…

A rider mounted on a bike we already recognized as a Harley. The infamous thief chose the wrong bike to steal it was a beauty it had managed to get him home, but now the damn thing wouldn't start. True he jump started the thing but it should at least start again just once more.

The figure was tall and had a well-built body and auburn hair splayed over his eyes. His eyes were the one thing that made the godly man distorted blood red on coal black showed he had the X-gene many hated. He at one point was part of the many but now loves his gene. After dismounting the bike a parking it in the garage to take to the auto shop in the morning he made his way into his home.

"Look here Merci ole Gambit decided to grace us with his presence." Henri the man's older brother commented to his wife. "Bonjour to ya too Henri." He mocked. "Pere was asking for ya." Henri said. "Not tonight Henri bonne nuit." He hastily made his way to his room. Making it to his room he kicked off his boots and laid on his bed falling straight to sleep .Tomorrow he would take the bike to Wolvie's garage first thing in the morning.

Morning…

Wolverine like many others was not a morning person so when Gumbo decided to drop off a bike early the next morning he made sure his crankiness showed through. As soon as the bike was brought however Logan's mood went to crank to piss to surprise then to amusement. "Where'd ya get the bike Gumbo?" he asked sincerely interested.

"You know here and there it was there looking très belle and Gambit took 'er for his." The cocky Cajun answered. "Is that so ehh?" Logan asked. "Oui mon ami." He shrugged. "Say Gumbo I got an errand to do what ya say if my trusty mechanic Rogue checks her out instead?" he suggested.

Gambit being over confident agreed. "Sure this Rogue is he good?" he asked. "Sure is bub. Let me just get 'em." With that being said he went to the back and a few minutes later emerged. "One last thing Stripes don't destroy the place too badly." Logan called out chuckling. After Logan left Gambit stayed waiting until he thought Logan had played him, but then someone emerged from the back.

"Logan says ya need meh to check ya're bike?" a feminine voice called out. "Yes ma'am ya Logan's secretary or something doll?" he called out. "Nah-"the voice called. He heard rummaging and then a woman in a faded jumpsuit with auburn hair with two white bangs and bright green eyes. "Mon Dieu what a belle féminine." He was visually drooling picking his jaw off the ground.

Her eyes traveled to the bike and then she followed. "Nice bike it need a battery change, some brake fluid and an oil change." Her voice broke through a fantasy he was having. She being the main event. "Excuse-moi? " he questioned.

"What ah said was it-" "I heard ya the first time" "Then why do ya ask again?" she interrupted his interruption.

"Oui mais ya didn't even check her ya just took a look at her." He stated dumbfounded. Was she mutant that could enable her to understand machines? "Yea so? Is it wrong for the owner of the bike to know what is wrong with her own bike?" she answered.

The only thing that came to mind was he is so screwed. "The name's Rogue by the way." She answered. "Quoi?" he squeaked. "I just want you to know who the one that beat you into a bloody pulp is." She finally growled out losing her composure. "Merde."

Then all went black…

Midnite- how did yall like that? Maybe I'll make it into a multichapter. It's my first one-shot so it probably sucked but hey I'll get better after practice. Anyways this story is also to promote my other story Jewels in the seas R&R please (And no R&R doesn't meant rogue and Remy not now anyways.) ohh and sorry about my horrible french. Usually I would pick out the words and translate but like I'm in a hurry also the reason why the story isn't as detailed I will be skipping that part so until next time.