Hey! Teddy's Twin is back! Except I'm in a different world now. LoL, I've found it amusing to see all the accents written out in these stories, so I've tried my hand at it. See how atrocious it is? And I'm new in this world of Xmen so it's mediocre compared to my Harry Potter stuff but I was inspired so… Here it is! Well, enjoy reading, and please tell me what you think, Mmk?

Anna sat in the cold, staring at her hands.

Stupid, gloved hands…

The night was all around her, on all sides of the frostbitten park bench. The lamp overhead hid everything else but her and the bench from view. It was funny…

Nothing was funny. She'd almost… almost…

She sighed, disgustedly at herself.

Controlling her powers was supposed to help others. It was supposed to be safe for her to touch people now… But her emotions. Oh her stupid emotions…

The Professor had brought in a test subject today…

Poor Logan.

If Kurt hadn't popped outta nowhere Logan would be fine and not passed out. If he was still passed out. He'd be so mad at her for her incapability… The Professor must've been so disappointed…

As soon as Logan had passed out, she had run for it…

What an epic failure she was. She couldn't control her powers with her feelings running rampant.

She stared at her hands again, and then growled at herself, very much like Logan might've growled, tucking her hands out of sight in her light coat and fiddling with the faded charm in her pocket.

It was freezing, but she had every right to suffer for what she'd done. A pathetic punishment, seeing as what she had done was by far worse, but a punishment none the less. It was rarely cold where she came from…

A sudden wind blew strong- unnaturally strong…

And it doubled back in a green blur.

"Hey! An X man!"

Oh this was the last thing she needed.

Pietro stood in front of her, grinning with hands on his hips.

"Mind if I join you?"

He was next to her, smiling maliciously.

"If you wanna live, speedy, you better scat!" she snapped, quickly on her feet.

But of course, not as quickly as Quicksilver.

"Little Rogue out on her own now, is it?" demanded the pest. "Where are your buddy-ol-pals, when you need them, eh?"

"Are ya lookin' for trouble?" she growled, pulling a glove off of one of her hands.

"Actually, I was just looking for a thief. You seen him around?"

"Who?"

Pietro had successfully distracted her. He jabbed her once, twice and landed a sucker punch in the gut that sent her stumbling backwards.

"That's it, bub," she snarled, and six razor claws unsheathed themselves from her skin in between her knuckles.

"Ooo!" smiled Quicksilver, undaunted, "What have you and Wolverine been up to, eh?"

She leapt at him, but he was out of her sight and behind her within mili seconds. He kicked her, and thanks to Logan's skills, was able to flip and land on her feet.

"Nice trick you have there, Leech," he grinned, and attacked her.

Rage coursed through her. She hated that nick name!

Her rage drove her to a stupid attack, where the speed demon slammed his foot into her head, and she stumbled back barely retaining consciousness.

He flung her into the snow.

The cold didn't help her focus like it should have…

Too dizzy… too…

She could feel Logan's powers fading already from the forefront of her thoughts as she concentrated on the fight. She was less quick to halt Pietro's attack, and missed altogether when she countered. In frustration she snarled, and flew at him, landing on him and pinning him down, fighting to get her clawed, glove-less hand onto his face.

"Oh c'mon, Rogue, you can do better than that!"

He kicked her off of him, and she rolled away as the claws began to sink back into her skin. She was too shaky to recall Logan's memories to aid her, or anyone else's for that matter. Of all the times she really needed help it wasn't there!

He was suddenly sitting on her back, riffling through her clothes.

"What does the Leech have in her pockets, eh?" cackled Pietro, "ooh, look, a cell phone! Six new texts! I love cell phones. Oh boring old gloves. Who needs those?"

She saw them fly into the air and ten feet away land. "Why ya-!" She tried defiantly to reach around a grab at him, but he stepped on her hand with his foot.

"What the h- a dumb old playing card? Do you cheat at cards, Rogue?" he laughed, twirling it in front of her eyes, the queen of hearts.

"Get offa me!"

He leapt away as she surged upwards, but knocked her flat again when he slammed his fist into her face. Dazed, she looked up at him crouching over her.

"You'll be a good tribute to offer my dad," grinned the speed demon. "I'm sure he'd love to have you in his collection. Better than that dumb thief anyways."

"Ah'd rather die!"

She forced her gloveless hand up at his face, which he caught, and bent. With a crack, she felt it break, and she let out a cry.

"Don't make me take you there all battered. It'd be so much better if you were in one piece when I handed you over," Quicksilver smiled, and put the queen of hearts in her broken hand, "So hold still while I knock you out."

Her wrist was still screaming in agony, demanding her thought process as Quicksilver tried to hit her in just the right place to make her unconscious. She was struggling to get away, but he still grasped her injured arm, making her gasp in pain.

There was an explosion overhead.

Pietro was suddenly standing, ready for action.

"S'not nice to pick on ladies, non?" said someone in the shadow outside of the ring of light cast by the lamp over the park bench. There were two flashes of red when the light hit the moving shadow.

"Ah! I've been looking for you!"

"When Gambit don' wan' t'be found, he isn't."

Quicksilver was suddenly out of her sight in the shadows- Rogue couldn't see.

She heard unnatural wind that was Pietro's calling card, and she heard the metallic swish of a staff that sliced the air.

There was a cry, and Rogue started.

"You won't 'urt me t'at easily, boy," laughed the dark voice. There were several more clangs of the staff- she heard a slump, presumably a body falling to the earth, and several swift footsteps heading her direction.

Rogue pulled the other glove off her other hand with her teeth, quietly pushing herself off the ground, ready for anything.

"Rogue-?" called the voice from the shadows when that wind swirled in front of Rogue to place a stance right in her way. His ankle was only feet away.

"Child, don' make Gambit 'urt you again," retorted the thief. Rogue heard the smirk in his voice, and would have rolled her eyes at his arrogance.

"You can't hurt me!" howled Quicksilver, insulted. "I'm taking you back to my father and the lab. You'll be wanted there."

"Over my dead body, boy," snarled the shadow with the red eyes. Rogue was surprised- the fear and hatred in his voice was… unsettling, inspiring her to act.

"Well guess you're screwe-," he stopped mid sentence, and let out a cry.

Rogue felt the flood of thoughts flow from Quicksilver to herself, and broke the connection when she felt him fall unconscious. Channeling the thoughts away from the front of her mind, she couldn't help but see snippets of the boy's memory. She quickly doused them before the wave of exhaustion swept over her.

"Cherie?"

"What are ya doin' roun' here?" demanded Rogue.

"I've been on tha run," he chortled, and couldn't help but reach for her when she swayed.

"Back off," she warned, raising her unbroken arm into his face. Her hostile eyes weren't enough to make him obey.

"You're hurt."

"Ahm fahne, Gambit. Ya'd better get or- or-…"

The world was tunneling, but stubbornly she pushed it away, shaking her head.

"T'ere be an awful bruise on ya'r 'ead. Lets let Gambit here 'ave a look, eh?"

"Ya aren't gonna kidnap me again that easily, ya swamp rat!" she said, pressing closer to him, hand still extended out towards him.

"Chere," he said, walking towards her as her arm shook, taking hold of her wrist, "We need t' get ya back t' the school."

"Don't presume ta tell ma wha' ta do!"

"Chere, chere, please," he spoke softly, and folded her arm so that he could reach her. He pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I give you my word of 'onor as a t'ief tha' I shall not 'arm you in any way."

"S-sure ya won'…" scowled Anna, "Can… can ya get me home… when Ah faint?" she asked, almost falling. "Please?"

"I promise," he assured quietly.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, but as she fell forward in a dead faint, she felt an overwhelming trust in him.

He caught her, grasping her safely.

"Mon amour, you need never to doubt in me," he sighed, hefting her up in his arms. He stooped to pick the Queen of Hearts she had dropped when she'd lost consciousness, and carried her away from the circle of light around the park bench into the night.

She was suddenly very awake, and very grouchy.

Claws sprung from between her knuckles and with a roar she was on her feet, right in front of a certain Cajun.

"I oughta kill you right now, bub," she snarled.

"Cherie, its me," Gambit coaxed, burning eyes wide. "I took you 'ome as good ol' Gambit promised."

"You get your filthy hands offa her, you… you…"

She blinked, and checked herself. She was Rogue, not Wolverine…

"Oh…" she said, looking around. They were in the entrance of the institute. Logan was standing behind her, looking a bit dazed. Storm and the Professor were there too… Kurt was leaping down the stairs, blue as ever. Kitty was following… "Oh."

"Though I agree with her," Wolverine countered, stepping between Rogue and Gambit. "What are you doin' around these parts?"

Gambit shrugged, avoiding Wolverine's gaze to look to Rogue. "I was in the neighborhood, an' figured I'd do ah civil duty before I left." He let a small smirk slip onto his face. "Mon amour 'ere fell in luck with ah bad sort. I just 'elped 'er outta it s'all."

"Well then why don't you help yourself outta it right now?" demanded Wolverine fiercely, in the thief's face with a growl, one of his hands raised threateningly.

"Logan," chided the Professor, "He means us no harm. He's merely here to return Rogue."

"Yeah. He's returned her already. Now if he doesn't want to get escorted out he'll leave," Wolverine was fervent, still pressing on him.

"Mon ami, I mean you no 'arm," smiled Gambit slyly. "Ya could 'ave Rogue search my mind, if it would make you more at ease."

"Vat is going on?" Kurt demanded, "Vat is he doing here?"

"If you all wouldn't mind, I would like to speak to Remy and Anna alone," said the Professor quietly, turning his chair around and going towards the elevator.

Kitty fell through the floor as Rogue and Gambit entered the elevator with Professor Xavier, and watched dumb founded as Gambit stood back to let Rogue pass first. She gave him a wary look before mumbling thanks.

Kitty gasped, and barely got her footing as she landed.

"What's that guy doing here?" she asked Kurt.

He just shook his head before Wolverine spat, "Whatever he's here for, it isn't good." He sniffed, before stalking away.

"Shouldn't you two be asleep?" Storm scowled, rounding on the two kids.

The two of them gave her a sheepish look.

"Right on that," Kurt said promptly, and Kitty waved her farewell as they hurried for the stairs.

"So what's going on?" Kitty demanded once they were out of ear shot of Storm.

"I don't know," Kurt sighed, and then a mischievous gleam lit his eye, "Want to find out?"