Disclaimer: Don't own any of the MARVEL characters. But ah do own the storyline if anything...

A/N: This isn't mah first Fanfic, but ah guess this is my first shot at actually trying to achieve recognition for mah writing on a world-wide-website... So please, for the sake of mah sanity... And an' empty mailbox... PLEASE R&R!

ONE

A white lock brushes it's way into my line of vision. I'm trying to remember I'm carrying a box to the garage... Which happens to be filled with motorcycle parts for the bike of a Nineteen-year-old... Makes me wanna drool... Guy with a killer Cajun accent; I fumble with the box, and stupidly trip over a wrench... Down I go. A loud bang, and clanking fills my ears. The hot guy with the accent must've spoken, but I didn't hear him.

"Are you okay cheri?" He asks again. He doesn't have on a shirt... Don't look... Don't look... I beg myself... But of course... I look.

"Ah jus' tripped ovah a wrench, but ah'm okay, really ah am." He extends his hand for me to grab it and I do... Two words... "Big GIANT MISTAKE!" Okay... I lied; make it three... I grabbed his hand, and guess what? I didn't have on my gloves.

A familiar choking sound filled the garage, and he fell back. "No... No!" I whimpered in sudden panic. His memories suddenly became mine, rushing over me like a torrent river... An abusive father... His first time... They all ran through me... Then, my mind stopped, as I saw myself in his memories... It was almost like he saw me so beautiful... Even better then I saw myself. It was sort of like in the movies, or those Herbal Essences commercials where they flip their hair, and it turns into slow motion... I was laughing, and it echoed in my mind, and suddenly I was thinking like him too... He wanted me... But thought he couldn't have me... He had seen me with Bobby on countless occasions, and his gaze quickly snapped away, wishing he could find the nerve to say something... My reminiscence is broken by the sound of his very voice, and I learn his name... It's Remy Le Beau.

"Talk about a lethal grip," He jokes, getting out of his awkward position.

"I shouldn't have grabbed yo' hand like dat." My voice is deep, nearly masculine... I clap my hand over my mouth.

"What the-?" He looks at me. "What is dis'? Do we have a Lady Cajun?" He ventures.

"No," I answer, my face turning scarlet. "You don'. Dammit!" He arches his brow at me.

I am the stupidest person on earth.

"Is dat your power talkin'? Or is de Femme Fatale makin' fun?"

"Ahem, Ah'm sorry Rem- ah mean, Gambit... Ah, that was, ah mean, yeah, dat, ah mean that was mah power talkin'"

"Did you almost call me Remy...? How much do you know? I've heard about dat touch o' yours..."

"Everythin'" I squeaked. I took a glance at his arms... And shivered... Out of... That womanly feeling, of a strong man, and terror... He mustn't have liked me rooting though his memories... Unintentionally of course... But it was a rude 'technicality' nonetheless.

"Ah didn' mean t' know yer 'memries, ah jus' ah mean ah..."

"S' okay cheri, jus' a little, you know... Creepy, in a good way..." He offered me one of those... Melt you to the core smiles... Must resist... But there was still that little voice in the back of my head... Saying... Sorry Rogue... But you already completely blew it...

I ended up in class the next day, realizing, our little 'encounter' was all I could think about... And once again, I made an M'kay three words this time... ' Big GIANT Mistake!'

"So do you wanna go to the movies after school, Flame Boy says he can get us in for free..." Bobby offers.

"Nah Remy, ah'm fine..." I replied from my euphoric little dream world...

"What did you just call me?" Bobby asked, his icy hues actually turning icy... And by icy, I mean cold.

"Oops, ah mean, Bobby, it's not what it looks like... Ah mean... Sounds like..."

"You like that backwater crocodile-wrestling- "Bobby stop it!" I exclaim almost in tears.

"Cajun?" He finishes. "I can't believe you!"

He leaves me, I have just been dropped like a hot pop-tart on a cold kitchen floor... The Ice Man has iced me... And iced me good.

"Bobby!" I wail in protest.

He storms back up towards me, "What?" He hisses icy breath in my face... He is beyond angry.

"Fine, be with him," Bobby offers... "I bet he'll just beat you, like most men of his 'Dialect' do."

Memories of Remy's father beating him form in my mind... An unknown rage boils up inside me, and I slap his face... hard.

"Asshole! You know nothing about him! I can't believe you! If there's any men that are disrespectful it's you!"

I turn on my heel, and run, until I am blinded by my tears and coincidentally end up in the garage, all over again.

"What's wrong cheri?" He asks softly.

"Nothing," I lie though my sobs, and dampened white bangs. I sniffle, as he brushes my bangs out of the way so he can take a good look at me.

"Sorry t' say dis' but you're a terrible liar."

"Heh," I look at him, mascara running down my face, my lips taste like salt, they burn from being slightly chapped, and I am tired of accusations, Bobby passes by, I immediately stand up, and push my lips against his. I then break away as Remy wipes a bit of mascara off of his face...

"What was dat for mon ami?" He asks looking at me nearly dumbfounded.

My eyes gesture to the staring Bobby behind me. I tell him my whole story with my eyes, and somehow, he understands, and takes me into his arms into an embrace.

"Men like him are jerks cheri, not worth de time o' no one at all. Yo' understand non?"

I nod, his Cajun mixed with a little French is sexy, and easy to understand... I smile to myself.

"You feelin' beddah?" He asks kindly, but not releasing me in the least. I like it here, in his arms too much.

"Mmmhm," I reply my face is buried in his chest, I can almost hear his heartbeat.

"Good," He replies. I unbury myself, and look at him, his red on black hues sympathetic, and knowing... He's seen this pain before. A memory of this, flashes through me... His father left them... And his mother, was broken-hearted just like I was... And what I saw in his eyes... Was not a love for his lost mother; But love for me... Love for who I was... And what he knew... But what did he know?

(To Be Continued...)