A quick note from the author: Hello there readers! Hope you are all lovely. So, this is my first attempt at a fanfic and I'm quite nervous. To set the record straight, X3 and X-men: Origins never happened. I have a vague idea for what's going to happen, and I'll try to update AT LEAST weekly, if I feel inspired I might update more frequently. So, let me say that I do not own Gambit's fine self, or any of the x-men, and I hope you enjoy!

This morning was a particularly bad one for both of our beloved southerners. Neither thought the hour in which they were awoken was anywhere near reasonable, and let's face it, they need their beauty sleep.

Rogue's PoV

"Logan, growl one more time at me and Ah swear that healing factor won't be able 'ta help ya by the time Ah'm done with ya," I yelled as I tried, once again to roll back over and get some sleep.

"No can do Stripes, your ass gets up now," all of a sudden my warm, happy fortress was gone, being replaced with a cold chill, "you're already late for our session, and if you even want to think about breakfast before I personally work you for three, no four, hours you'd better get moving."

"Ah won't be the one getting worked Logan, ya bettah be ready because if there's one thing Ah hate, it's being woken up when Ah'm sure as hell not ready."

"Well then, princess, this should be fun. Fifteen minutes or I'm dragging you down to the danger room by that hair of yours."

With a groan, I lifted myself out of bed, yawning and rubbing my eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time, and watched Logan stalk out of the room.

Okay, clothes...clothes...oh yeah, there they are.

Grabbing my training outfit and stepping into my bathroom I quickly changed into my ensemble, pulled on a pair of sneakers, and hurried down to grab a rushed breakfast.

Five minutes later…

"Yah have got 'ta be kiddin' me!" I yelled with a shriek that would have made Banshee proud, "Who'eva took 'tha last of 'tha coffee, ya bettah hope there's enough left in ya cup 'ta save ya life!" I wasn't hard for anyone to notice how thick my accent had become.

"Uhh…Rogue, You can just have mine, I don't mind," Bobby said with a hint of fear.

"Oh Bobby that's awful sweet of ya! I woke up late for a DR session with Logan and I really needed this," I said sweetly as I picked up the cup and took a little sip, "a bit too sweet for my taste, but the shugah should help me wake up."

"No prob Rogue. You should probably hurry though, no one likes an angry Logan. But, uh, I'll see you after your session right?"

"Sure!" I called as I made my way out of the kitchen with a muffin, "see ya then!"

Remy's PoV

"Remy Entienne LeBeau get 'y lazy, no good, t'ief butt outta dat bed right now!" I jumped awake at the sound of yelling and quickly rolled out of the way of a wooden spoon that was intended to hit me.

"Tante, tante, tante, calm y'self!" I yelped as I jumped up to avoid another blow, "'M up! 'M up! Just put de spoon down."

"'Y s'posed 't be goin' on a job in t'irty minutes Remy, get dress 'n get goin', I got 'y breakfast all ready," she waved the spoon at me again threateningly and I rushed to get in the shower.

Throwing on some clothes and hurrying to the kitchen I noticed a brown paper bag on the counter.

"Tante, 'y know Remy 'preciates 'y cooking but really, is de lunch bad nécessaire?" I asked teasingly as I grabbed the bag and moved towards her for a hug.

"'Y best hurry outta here boy, if Jean-Luc see 'y still here he'll have a fit," she said as she shooed me out of the house.

On the ride to the job I went over the blueprints again in my head, hoping that this job would go smoothly. I had plans tonight with Henri, Merci, and Belladonna and I didn't need any hassle. The job seemed simple enough, all I needed to do was pop in, grab a suitcase, and bring it back to my employer. Arriving at the location, I sat for a second, looking the building over again. Figuring that now was as good a time as any, I walked towards the building, whistling as I went.

Rogue's PoV

"Logan, Rogue, sorry to interrupt your session but could you two please join the rest of the team and myself in the war room, we have a situation."

"Sure professor, be there in a bit."

Logan turned towards me, and with a pat on the back said, "Good job today Stripes, you almost had me there."

"And Ah would've if the professor hadn't cut in," I replied as we made our way upstairs.

"Sure you would have," he teased back.

"Hey, Ah did pretty well considerin' the fact that Ah didn't get enough sleep or a real breakfast!" I said as I threw the towel I had just been drying off with at him.

"That does it, com'ere kid!" he caught it with ease and then started twisting it. Knowing what was about to happen I took off at a dead run, hoping that I'd make it to the team before he caught up to me.

The door was only a few feet away, I was so close! He was right behind me though, and as I started to open the door I heard a loud *crack.*

"Logan no! Eaaaah!" I cried out as he hit me, "No, not again! You already got me once! No!"

As quickly as I could, I yanked open the door to the war room and darted inside. After being chased around the table a few times we ended up on opposite sides, trying to anticipate each other's move, and ignoring everyone else. If I made a move for the right, so did he. If he leaned even slightly left, I did the same; he wasn't going to hit me with that towel again.

"Rogue, Logan, I'm glad you could join us, please take a seat," snapping out of my little war with Logan, I felt my face turn red from embarrassment.

I sat down next to Bobby like normal and gave him a quick smile. Logan joined on my left and gave me a playful jab in the arm as he sat.

"Okay, let's begin," Professor Xavier said with a small chuckle, "This morning I picked up a significant reading from Cerebro in Louisiana. I've seen this particular mutant's reading many times but we've never been able to contact the mutant. However, over the past month, I've noticed that the mutant's readings have been centered around New Orleans. Hopefully whoever this is will stay a while longer so that we have a chance to contact them. We don't want to appear hostile or dangerous, so I'm only sending a small group. Storm, you'll be acting as team leader. Logan, you'll be helping track the mutant and also in case some doesn't go as planned and fighting breaks out. Also, I'd like for you to go Rogue. You haven't been down south in a while and you might receive a friendlier response than two northerners."

Blink. Me? A major part of a mission? Down South? Oh wait, they're probably waiting for a reply.

"Sure, Ah'd love to help."

In the next installment: Our trio heads down to New Orleans, we find out how Remy's job went, we see a bit of Bella/Remy (Don't kill me!), the gang finds Remy, there is a fight, and some other things I haven't thought through yet.

So, I'm desperately hoping you like it and would love if you would review.