The cover image of the story was made by handrewx on deviantart, all credit goes to them.

I do not own the x-men, only in my wildest dreams. *sigh*

In my story Rogue was never recruited by Xavier. I liked the style of X-men Evolution, but a lot that happened in the show has not happened in my story. Oh and Remy doesn't have the bowl haircut he has in Evo. Alrighty on with the story.

Chapter 1 Sneaking Off

Anna Marie was eleven years old and was tired of being treated like a freak because of her 'skin condition.' As far as she could tell there was nothing wrong with her skin. One day when her class went on a field trip to New Orleans during Mardi Gras; she snuck off in the crowded spectacle. She didn't have any money and she didn't intend to go back with her class, all she had was her knapsack with an extra pair of clothes and a water bottle. She was walking around for about an hour or so when her stomach growled. 'Ah need ta find something' ta eat,' Marie thought to herself.

She was walking to the corner of a street when someone came running into her; she fell to the ground hard. The boy said a quick sorry and offered his hand. Marie took it and he helped her up, but didn't let go of her gloved hand and started to run. She had no choice, but to run with him. He took her around a corner and another and then into a dark alley where they crouched down in the shadows. Marie was trying to catch her breath, while the boy continued to look at the opening of the alleyway.

She turned to the young boy only a few years older than her and asked, "Whaht were ya runnin' from?"

The boy glanced over his shoulder at her and hissed, "Shhh." Marie was quiet for a few minutes, then she saw a few cops running past the alley way, the boy let out a sigh of relief, "Them." He said pointedly. Then said in a thick Cajun accent, "Y' ain't from 'round here, non?" Marie nodded her head no, and he introduced himself, "De names Remy, w'ats yah name, chere?"

Marie stood up and leaned against the wall and thought, 'Ah can't tell him mah real name, what if people are lookin' for meh, hmm. Rogue sounds good since Ah'm out of place everywhere.'

"Mah names Rogue, eh how old are ya?" she said.

Remy rose from the ground and looked her up and down thinking, 'Dis fille can't be much younger den Remy an w'ats wit de white stripes?' and answered, "Remy be thirteen, an y'?"

"Ah'm eleven," she replied.

He tilted his head and asked, "Are ya lost petite?"

"No, just wanderin around," came her short reply.

"D'accord, Remy show ya 'round den?" he stated and took her gloved hand and walked back to the main street.

Remy showed her around for a few hours, she laughed at the bizarre stories he had for different parts of the city. She loved it all, the costumes, and how anybody could fit in. She was smiling till her stomach growled again.

Remy noticed and asked, "Y' hungry chere?" Rogue nodded her head yes. "Stay right here, Remy be right back."

Rogue watched him as he crossed the street, he blended in with the crowd, next thing she knew he came running across the street smiling and held up a wallet to her. She finally got a good look at him; he was wearing a black shirt and jeans and was wearing sunglasses. He had auburn hair and a black jacket. She looked at him curiously and asked, "Where'dya get thaht?"

"From dat very nice fella ova dere," Remy smirked and pointed to a man who was obviously a tourist. "Remy jus borrowin it." Rogue looked at him curiously and started walking to a restaurant with Remy right next to her. Remy thought, 'Chere ain't so bad, Remy can get used to her.' Maybe he would look after her if she was alone on the streets.

Rogue stopped dead in her tracks as she saw her teacher and classmates looking for her, she went to run for it when her teacher yelled for her and she knew she was caught. Her teacher came to her and scolded her, looked at Remy in disgust like he did something terribly wrong. Rogue looked at him with apologetic eyes and whispered, "Bye Remy," as her teacher escorted her to the rest of the class, he whispered, "Bye chere," and walked away, shoulders slumped.

For the rest of the trip Marie's teacher kept an eye on her; she didn't get the chance to run off again.

Later that day

Remy tried pick-pocketing another guy, out of boredom, little did he know that the guy was a master thief and caught Remy's wrist before he got the chance to get the wallet. Remy looked at him frightened because he couldn't run. The man just chuckled at the young boys' expression; if he wasn't a master thief he wouldn't have known the boy was stealing his wallet. "Ah'm Jean-Luc Lebeau. Do y' know of me, boy?" he asked introducing himself.

"Remy only eva heard of y', neva believed de rumors," Remy stated.

This made Jean-Luc chuckle as he released the boys' wrist. "Come wit' me fils, Ah'll show y'," he said as he started walking down the street.

Remy stood there for a moment before catching up to the older man. Remy followed him to a mansion in the back of the woods. Remy looked up at it in awe.

They walked through the front door, Jean-Luc yelled, "Tante, Henri!"

Henri came down the stairs, while Tante came from the hallway.

"Dis is my fils, Henri, he be sixteen and dis is Tante Mattie, she'll show y' 'round tomorrow before y' trainin," Jean-Luc said and disappeared down a hallway.

Tante smiled at the young boy, "What's y' name chil'?" she asked.

"Remy," he said.

"Y' a Lebeau now, chil'," she said smiling. "Henri, show de boy ta his room," she told Henri.

Henri motioned for him to follow him up the stairs, and showed him his room saying, "De bathroom is two doors down on de left." Henri crossed the hall to his room and closed the door.

"Trainin for what," Remy mumbled under his breath as he entered his room and immediately crashed on the bed.

Remy soon found out what the training was, to become a thief. Before he turned fourteen, his powers manifested and he wreaked havoc on everything he touched until he slowly learned control. It took three months before he could continue with his training.

He excelled at all the training exercises and by the time he was sixteen he was the youngest master thief in the Guild. His favorite weapons were his collapsible bo-staff and a deck of cards. The Thieves Guild didn't care that Remy was a mutant; they treated him like family.

When he was eighteen he was to marry Belladonna of the Assassins Guild to unite the Guilds and end the long, bloody feud. Remy didn't like her at all, sure he was a ladies man, but she was too high strung for him.

Julien, Bella's brother had challenged him to a duel to the death the day before the wedding. Remy won the challenge which only enraged the Assassins. He was then exiled, but gleefully happy he didn't have to marry Bella. For two years he couldn't go home, though he still did jobs for the Guild, but he wasn't allowed back in New Orleans.

Remy was allowed back when Marius and Bella died in some incident. To put it frankly, Remy didn't care, he was just glad to be back in his hometown.