-Part 1-
"So, what's this guy like?" Rogue asked Logan curiously. Logan just sighed. They were driving in Logan's truck, on the way to New Orleans to pick up a new addition to the Xavier Institute. Logan had apparently known him a long time ago.
"What kind of answer is that?" Rogue asked. Logan just grumbled and continued driving.
"Come on, Logan. At least tell me, is he young? Old?" Rogue asked, searching for some kind of answer about the mystery man.
"Kid, to me, everybody's young." Logan said.
"That's not an answer." Rogue said, "Isn't there anythin' you can tell me about him?" Logan sighed.
"He's a pain in the ass." Logan said.
"What? Whattd'ya mean?" Rogue asked. This wasn't the kind of answer she expected, and it made her even more curious.
"You'll find out soon enough." Logan said as he continued driving.
They pulled up to the outskirts of New Orleans and got out of the truck. There was a man standing there, which Rogue assumed to be the man they were picking up. He was slightly older than her. He was wearing a brown bowler/fedora type hat, a purple silk button down shirt, jeans, and a long, leather coat. He had brown hair, slightly less than shoulder length, and his eyes were brown-red. The man smiled apon seeing Logan.
"Well, well, I bet you never thought you be seein' me again, huh?" he said, grinning at Logan. The man had a cajun accent, something that, even though they were in New Orleans, Rogue hadn't expected.
"Yeah, I was hopin'." Logan said, though there was a slight smile on his face, "How's it goin', Shit Head?"
"Not bad, not bad, eh." the man said, seemingly not even offended that Logan had called him a shit head, even somewhat amused by it. It had been a while since Logan had seen him, and he was somewhat older now, though he was still undoubtedly the same man Logan knew. The man realized after a moment, that Logan was not alone, and his gaze fell on Rogue.
"Well, who are you, cherie?" he asked, smiling at her. Looking straight at his face now, she noticed that he was a handsome man.
"My name's Marie." she said, "But, everyone calls me Rogue."
"Rogue, eh?" he said, grinning, "My name is Remy LeBeau. But, most everybody call me Gambit." He took her gloved hand and dropped a kiss on it. This took her by surprise and she jerked her hand back. Logan let out a low growl.
"Alright, LeBeau. Get in the truck." he said.
"Alright, alright. Whatever you say, mon ami." he said, grinning as he threw his hands up in a defensive posture, though a somewhat sarcastic gesture. Logan growled again as he watched Remy LeBeau get into the truck before getting in himself. Rogue just stood there, not quite sure what to make of this Remy LeBeau. He sure was a confusing individual, and his relationship with Logan seemed even more confusing.
"Hey, kid. You coming?" Logan yelled from the truck. Rogue snapped out of her thoughts and got into the truck with Logan and Remy.