A/N: I know, I know, I have like a hundred stories that I need to write about, but other day I bought X-2 and my X-men muse came back full force. This is just a random idea, and I would really like to know if anyone wants to read more. If so, I'll put it closer on my to-write-list. I'll try to update as hard as I can, but with school starting, It might be kinda difficult. But I'll try.

Summary: Two years after Apocalypse's defeat, the X-men are at a time of peace. But, like all, good things, it doesn't last. Will the X-men be able to overcome their next challenge, or will the future turn to hell?

Rating: T

Characters: Everyone I can possibly think of from the X-men Universe, and OCs.

Pairings: If I say, I might give away too much..

The Danger Room was filled of people. The original X-men, the New Recruits, and many other poor, unfortunate souls they had picked up along the way. The metal floor of the Danger room was covered with multiple mats. The more dangerous equipment that was always in use when Logan was around was hidden away, and everyone in the room was simply fighting, with hand-to-hand combat.

On the mat in the far corner, two pairs of eyes connected.

Emerald green met ruby red-on-black.

Oh yeah, she was gunna whup him good.

Rogue concentrated inside her mind, on her Logan psyche. She shoved all of the others back and pulled Logan forward as she focused on his powers. Claws, claws, she could do this..

The figure across from her reached inside his trench coat, smirking.

3....

"You rea'y chere?"

2....

"Ah was born ready, Cajun."

1.

Remy launched a playing card at her ( the three of hearts, she noted), but before it reached her, she pulled out six bone claws, and ripped the card into pieces.

She threw herself towards him, and knocked him on the ground. Rogue retracted the claws-ouch- and smirked down at him.

"Well, chere, Remy did't know you enjoy de top dat much," he purred, practically leering at her.

"Well, cher, Ah didn' know ya normally let yaself get knocked over bah gals." she retorted, glaring fiercely.

Effortlessly, Remy rolled them both over and smirked at her.

"Ya stupid Cajun," She hissed.

"Love ya too, amoureux."

Rogue was just about to inform that swamp rat where exactly where he could put his 'love', when a loud BOOM was heard from across the Danger Room. Remy reluctantly crawled off of her and Rogue jumped up and smoothed down her uniform. Just a few months ago, the Professor and Dr. McCoy had sat down and agreed on the fact that new uniforms were needed.

They were (again) full body suits, all black leather. They resisted fire and extreme cold. The only thing that truly seemed to ruin them was Jamie's super secret chili recipe. Kurt had spilt just a drop, and his whole uniform had disintegrated on the spot.

Rogue followed Remy as he jogged over to the opposite side of the Danger Room. What could have made a sound like that? Boom-Boom was one possibility, but the Danger Room was apparently immune to her bombs. And there was no one else who could have made that sound (aside from Remy).

Rogue gasped as she saw the site of the crime. All of the other X-men were surrounding a group of what looked like teenagers and preteens. All of them were spread out across the mats, unconscious, save for one.

A teenage girl was sitting up in the middle of the group, looking dazed. She had long, curly auburn hair that made incredibly unique by the streak of white (!) hair running through it. Rogue couldn't believe it. There was no way that streak could be natural. She was the only person who she had even heard of having one. There was no way someone else could....that wasn't related to her. No, no, there was just no way.

The girl's eyes were shut tight as she rubbed them. But when she opened them, a hiss was heard from beside Rogue. She turned and looked at Remy, who looked shocked, truly shocked. Rogue glanced at the girl's eyes. They were green, a very pretty, familiar, emerald green color. But behind them wasn't white in her eyes, but black, like Remy's.

Rogue's eyes widen, as the girl's eyes met her own. The girls smirked and said softly, "Bonjour."

The next thing anyone new, the girl was on the ground, unconscious, like the others.

What do you guys think? Opinions? How did I do one accents? I was kinda worried about that...