Author Note(s): Plot bunnies! Attack of the plot bunnies!
This one is actually kind of writing itself. Yay.
I don't own Wolverine and the X-Men.
Steal from the X-Men. Do something do instigate the X-Men. Steal from the X-Men. Someone definitely wanted the claw man to kill Remy LeBeau. Anyway, he had managed to sneak into the mansion and was headed for the computer lab to get the information that was required for him to take. He skillfully avoided the security and figured they needed to up it a bit more. Well, more than a bit. He made his way to the computer and plugged in the flash drive, quickly finding the information on each and every X-Man and former X-Man. He stopped it at a picture of a girl with a white stripe in her hair. He stared at it for a moment then read her information. Maybe he could play the role of incubus and act like it was all a dream...
Damn. Someone was really out to get him. Her mutation made her unable to touch people. He finished his job, realizing he had lingered on the girl's information for too long. He pocketed the flash drive and stepped out of the room=
Only to find a waiting Wolverine there, glaring at him. Remy gave him an easy smile.
"Well, looks like you doin' better, homme." he said. "I didn' even get t' de front doors dis time."
"You're dead, Gambit," Wolverine growled, his claws snikting out.
"Ah, how many times have I heard dat?" Remy said, pulling out a card and charging it. He threw it at Wolverine and ran. The alarms started to go off and he figured he'd have fun getting out of the X-Mansion tonight. He skillfully avoided Cyclops in the foyer and ran out onto the lawn, evading the security devices. This was just too easy. He leaped over the wall. When he landed, he turned back to the wall, smirking and giving a lazy salute.
"Au revoir, M'sieur Claws," he said, turning to leave. He was startled to see an X-Man standing there. The white striped one. "Bonsoir, cherie."
"Hand it over, Cajun," Rogue ordered, holding her hand out. Gambit smirked, amused.
"Ah ah ah, y' gotta say de magic word," he said, quickly pulling out his bo staff. He swiped at her feet and she did a back hand spring to avoid. She landed nimbly, hands in fists. Gambit smirked and she ran at him. He aimed an attack to her left side but she blocked with her wrist, twisting it so she grabbed the staff and with her right hand, she landed a punch on his face.
"Merde!" Gambit yelled, grabbing his face and staggering back a bit in surprise. He then smirked up at Rogue. "Bravo, chere."
"Got more where that came from, Swamp Rat," Rogue snarled, removing her gloves. Gambit raised his eyebrows, knowing what that meant. He spun and knocked her legs out with his leg. She did a backwards roll and landed on her feet. When she did land, Gambit was there and snatched her wrists. He pinned her against the wall, smirking down at her.
"Y'know, I kinda like dis position," he purred out. Rogue stopped struggling for a moment and looked up at him. She smirked darkly.
"So do Ah," she told him. Before he knew what happened, she leaned forward and set a kiss on his lips, promptly knocking him unconscious. He fell to the ground and Rogue put her hands on her hips, shaking her head.
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Remy woke up with a killer headache and opened his eyes slightly, realizing he was in a containment room. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, hearing monitors beeping.
"Y' got any pain killers?" He asked without looking up.
"Sorry, Swamp Rat, can't give ya any," a familiar voice said and Remy smirked. Things were looking better already.
"Ah, chere," he said, seeing her at the observation deck, "I'm glad y' didn' just leave me out dere."
"Well, someone has ta keep an on on the prisoner," Rogue said, leaning over the control panel to look at him.
"Chere, y' can make me your prisoner anytime," Remy replied, sending her a seductive look. Rogue scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"Ah get enough from yoahr psyche," she muttered. "Don't ya know how to shut up?"
"Dunno, you shut me up real well out dere," Remy said, giving her a suggestive smirk. Before Rogue could retort, Remy said, "So, dis room negates powers? Mebbe y' should join me in here. I'm lonely." He gave her big puppy dog eyes and smirked as he saw her confounded look.
"Well, yoahr gonna stay that way, Cajun!" Rogue exclaimed, her face turning bright red.
"Y' wound me, cherie," Remy said, dramatically putting his hand over his heart.
"Good," Rogue said, crossing he arms. Remy was about to say something when the door opened. He looked to see Wolverine there.
"Shut up, Gambit," he said darkly. "Now, you're going to explain to me why you were after this information. Unfortunately, Rogue couldn't get all the information out of you."
"Mm, she can touch me again if she wants t'," Gambit said, looking up at the woman who returned the look with a glower. Wolverine slammed his hand on the wall of the containment room.
"Stop screwin' around, Gambit," he growled. Remy gave him a serious look.
"It's true," he said. "I'd specially like it if she came in here wit' moi." Wolverine let out a growl and moved to enter the room.
"Wolverine, don't fall fer his baitin'," Rogue told him. Wolverine stopped and glared at the Cajun thief, who was merely grinning.
"Your gonna answer eventually," the gruff Canadian growled. "Even if I have to tear you to pieces."
"Lookin' forward t' it, mon ami," Remy said, smirking at Wolverine. He let out another low growl and left.
"Are ya stupid or just plain stupid?" Rogue asked, resting her chin on her hand.
"Why do you insist on woundin' me, chere?" Remy asked.
"Whah do ya insist on callin' meh chere?" Rogue asked.
"I decided I'm takin' a fancy t' ya," Remy replied.
"Well, thaht's pointless," Rogue told him flatly.
"Touch or non touch, I know my way around a bedroom," Remy told her, getting another blush from the woman. He was having too much fun.
"Can ya ever keep a conversation clean?" Rogue asked.
"Qoui? Dere are ot'er t'ings I could say," Remy told her. "Wanna hear?" Rogue stared at him suspiciously with a slight blush on her cheeks.
"No, you can keep 'em to yoahrself," she told him. Remy sighed and pulled out his cards, shuffling.
"Too bad," he said. "Dey be pretty good..." He waited. And waited. He waited until he was sure her guard would be down. He then moved to the door, acting like he was stretching his legs. A few quick passes and the door was unlocked, not allowing an alarm to sound. He smirked triumphantly and the last time he went by, lazily opened the door like it was normal. Rogue jumped up, glaring at him. He smirked and threw a card at the console, knocking out any chance of her calling for aide. She stumbled back due to the force and Remy skillfully made his way up to the platform. He quickly switched off all alarms that he could from that position and avoided a strike from the woman.
"Never turn down a dance wit' a belle femme," he said, turning to face her and blocking her attacks. She really didn't have any form and it looked like she just knew how to brawl. That amused him immensely. He was trained in Savate and a few other fighting techniques but her unpredictable brawling style was a bit of a challenge. But he quickly over powered her, careful to not allow her to pull the stunt she had outside. He held her with her back against his chest, keeping her arms still and his head away from any skin.
Of course, having her squirming against him was not helping. He had to bite back a groan. Did she know what she was doing?! Maybe this hadn't been that good of a position.
"Let go a' me, ya no good Swamp Rat!:" She exclaimed and Remy was enjoying her thick honey accent.
"Mm, I kinda like y' here, chere," he told her. Rogue let out a growl and Remy bit back another groan. Suddenly, her legs were off the ground and pushing against one of the useless control panels, causing him to ram into the wall. He lost his breath for a moment and his grip loosened enough for Rogue to get out of it. She spun to face him, ready to fight.
"It's a crime against humanity dat you can't touch, cherie," he told her. "I t'ink I'll sue God." Rogue scoffed but felt her cheeks grow warm.
"Ah think Ah'll slap thaht stupid smirk offa yoahr face," she growled at him.
"Have ta catch moi first," He said, ducking out the door, Rogue hot on his heels. She reached for her communicator to only find it gone. She gaped and looked back up at the back of the Cajun. He was grinning her over his shoulder and holding the communicator teasingly up.
"You good fer nothin' Swamp Rat! Get yoahr sorry butt back here!" Rogue exclaimed, chasing him through the lower levels of the mansion.
"Don't t'ink so, chere!" Remy called over his shoulder, having a ball. He looked ahead just in time to see the Beast standing there, looking at the two quizzically. Remy quickly moved and pushed off the wall, going over the mutated man. Rogue ran past him.
"Hank! Gimme a hand, would ya?!" She yelled at him.
"Oh right, on it!" Hank said, taking chase as well. Remy frowned at him.
"Don' swing dat way but whatever y' wanna do!" He called at him, quickly turning a corner. He stopped as something grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall. He was looking at an unmasked Wolverine.
"Bonjour, Logan," he said, smirking.
"I really, really don't like you," the Canadian growled.
"Dat hurts moi," Remy said. He pointed to his heart. "Right here."
"I'll make a deal with you," someone said, causing Remy to look at the red haired woman beside Cyclops, who was out of uniform. "I'll stop Logan from making a shish kabob out of you if you join our team." Remy stared at her and started to laugh.
"Y' serious? Can y' imagine moi as an X-Man?" He asked.
"Your skills would be invaluable to our team," Jean Grey continued. She really knew how to stroke an ego. "Besides, you'd be like a rebel good guy. That's way hotter than typical bad boy."
"Jean, Ah think yoahr plum crazy," Rogue said, putting her hands on her hips.
"Don't I get a say in this?!" Logan growled out.
"Think about it," Jean told him. "He'd be a lot of help." Rogue scoffed and crossed her arms, glaring at Remy. Remy smirked and looked back at Jean.
"Done," he said. "I got not'in better t' do anyway." Logan scowled and promptly dropped the taller man.
"I got my eye on you, Cajun," he growled, storming off. Jean smirked slightly, obviously amused by the whole situation.
"Rogue, could you show Gambit to the guest bedroom?" She asked. "If he tries anything, drop him."
"Gladly, Jean," Rogue said, pulling off her gloves threateningly.
"Again wit' de woundin' a Remy," Remy whined but followed after Rogue. She gave him a brief tour, figuring he knew the place from blueprints and such. She then stopped at a door.
"And here's where you'll be stayin'," she told him.
"And where's your room?" He asked, smirking a bit.
"Far, far away," she told him, turning to walk off. She stopped for a moment and looked over her shoulder. "By the way, if ya try anythin', Logan's room is right next ta yoahrs."
"Oh, bon, den mebbe we can have a poker night," Remy said dryly. Rogue smirked at him, obviously amused by this. He raised an eyebrow at her, smirking back. "Alt'ough, I'd like a poker nihgt wit' you only, cherie. Preferably strip." Rogue groaned, shaking her head.
"Danger room session's in four hours so I suggest you get some sleep," she said, walking off. Remy watched her and turned to the door, opening it. This was simple. He would just sneak out the window the way he came. He opened it to find someone already in there by the window. The man jumped and spun around. Remy recognized him from the files as Forge. He was the inventor and tech guy of the X-Men. Remy looked at the windows and saw there were laser bars there.
"Have a good night," Forge said, walking past him. Remy went over to the window and inspected the laser bars. These were far superior to the other things they had and after multiple failed attempts, Remy decided to turn in and figure a way out of the X-Mansion later. He could hang around and have a bit of fun with that striped girl afterall.