A promise made

Chapter 1-

A seed is sown

Rogue had, on many different occaisons, been refered to as a southern belle. Remy, on many different occaisions had been refered to as a man whore. Neither took their labels on board too much, untill this day. Upon this particular day both were approached by different people, and this day and these people would help change the course of their lives. This (my little fanficers) is the story of how their lives were, from this day forward, destined to cross paths.

"I am telling you right out. You need to pull yourself togther, you damaging yourself, you have every right and all the potential to be happy." Jean had found Rogue on the roof crying a few minutes before, the last thing this girl needed was someone pussyfooting their way around her with 'awww's and sympathy.

"Ah'm fahne Jean, Ah swear" secretly on the inside Rogue was thanking Jean for not being careful or tactful around her and just speaking her mind.

"Rogue please just hear me out" in response to this Rogue nodded at Jean and made a promise to herself that she would listen and not interupt and try and take on board everything she had to say.

"What your doing is not good for you, we've given you your space, offered you our help and tried to make you feel welcome here but you just dont seem to want to accept it. I will help you be happy with or without your powers, you are 21 and an adult now so i can't molly-coddle you anymore and nor can anyone else its just time for you to realise that you need to accept who you are and what you can do, I think only then can you truely control your emotions and your powers. It's time to wash of the dark make-up through out all your clothes and completely change your frame of mind and point of view... and your wardrobe."

Usually "The Rogue" would just have punched anyone who dared speak to her like that, but this time it was different, she knew herself that Jean was speaking the truth. The Xavier Institute had been nothing short of amazing to her, even though she had shown little to no progress with her powers they had never given up on her, this she supposed was Jean's way of telling her to stop being such an ungrateful bitch and do something about her life if she was so upset about it. Jean would obviously never learn what an effect that speech had had on Rogue, Rogue was far to proud and stubborn to let her know.

We are not here to merely exsist, we are here to leave our mark on the earth and to engrave our memory uponto others.

Remy Lebeau was not a man of many words, to him actions had always spoken louder than words. For example, the cute girl behind the coffee counter , all he had done was cup her hand as she had given him the change for the drink and as a prize he had recieved a much larger coffee and a phone number.

Remy settled himself down in one of the many large squishy sofa's dotted around the shop and started to drink his coffee, it wasn't long before St. John sat down with him, bearing a rather small cup compared to Remy's large.

"Dude, I do not know how ye do it." John told the Cajun.

"Ah don' know mon ami (my friend) Remy jus' has 'is ways non?" Came his cool reply whilst he winked at another Barista walking past earning him a free refill. He didn't need to excercise his theiving abilities in a place run by a gaggle of drooling teenage girls.

"I dunno Gambit, it'll boite ye on the ass one day mayte" (a/n I tottally suck at aussie accents) John commented.

Remy was no idiot, he contemplated whilst sipping his steaming cup of coffee. He reached over to his trench which had been slung easily over the empty space next to him, reached inside and removed his ciggarettes. He knew that one day he would play the wroung girl and that he would sincerely regrett it, but how would he know which one is the right one?

Remy LeBeau was the Prince of Theives, after being banished from the guilds for refusing to attend a wedding neither he or the bride wanted to particpate in he had arrived in New York, he missed cool summer nights down by the bayou, he missed the jazz bars and the smell and noise of the street markets, however there was a new and exciting buzz in New York, there were clubs and bars around every corner and where ever you went there was usually a 'belle femme' just waiting to be picked up. Unfortunately this had got him a bit of a name with his team mates, he had never really been able to mess around down in New Orleans being engaged and having guild members watching his every move, so once he had arrived in New York he had let his hair down, though fair enough at the the time this was now pushing 3 years ago.

"Ah'm a big garcon now Johnny, Remy knows 'ow too keep 'is own." Remy stated though he hadn't entirely convinced himself.

(giving up on Johns accent sorry) "Gambit, you'll find someone soon enough, I'm sure Wanda's got some cute friends?" John suggested.

"Non, t'anks homme mais Remy can catch 'is own fish" Smiling Remy looked out of the window and witnessed the most beautiful sight he had ever seen...

To solve a problem, you must first admit you have a problem.

Rogue had left the mansion by herself for a bit, the thought of being inside on a sunny day like it had been had seemed like sin, she had also decided to go shopping for some new clothes, not at Jeans suggestion did she want to then go running out and see how many sweaters she could buy in varieting shades of pink however she thought that maybe she was personally getting sick of black and green and black and purple combos. So she bought a few pairs of jeans and a couple of t shirts, cardigans, jumpers, polar necks, all in pale shades of grey ,lemon, green, brown etc all earthy colours.

After a couple of hours shopping she had decided it was time to go home, it was hers and Logans turn to cook the dinner that night and she wanted to get there early so she could start on the potatoes before Logan (and his instance on using his claws to peel vegitables instead of knives) got to them and turned new potatoes into chips.

She got to her jeep (a/n like Lances in Evo, but cooler ) and started putting the many bags she had in the boot. It was about this time when she heard the familier tune of an ice cream truck. The child in her truely couldn't resist, so she got a 99 swirly twirly (a/n lol at my ice cream name, its just the normal ice cream with a flake) and sat down on a bench in the park.

All of a sudden she could feel eyes burning into her, instinctively she moved her gaze over to a small coffee shop across the road from were she sat and saw to shining rubies staring at her before they swiftly moved out of her site, she was in a trance for a good minute before she remembered were she was. Before her ice cream could melt Rogue quickly ate the rest of it and got back into her Jeep and sped of to the X-mansion. She had only ever seen eyes like those once before and she had no designs to go looking for them again.

A/N Hello everybody

I'm back from vacation (other wise none as the pub) lol I've been suffering terrible writers block and have 3 starts to first chapters saved on my computor but then i re read this one and started writing, very confusing.

Anyhoooo, just a few things here, Roguey has no control but does have Ms Mavels powers in this one. Remy is about 21 as well.

Any more questions? Reveiw review review, you know you really really really want to

And it would make writing the next chapter so much less painful, my writers block is horrible at the minute, i have no idea were this story is going, much the same as Her beautiful Cajun, and we dont want this one going the same as that one, it really was a load of old trollop lol

Anyway

Speak soooooon

xxxx