Alright. Well, this is the first fic I'm posting for the site. Throws confetti Be happy.
Okie, basically, I want to show what I think happens in the near future of Evolution, and, I'd like to base the story around Gambit and Rogue, just because they're my favorite Marvel couple.

Gambit is with the Acolytes, and Rogue with the X-men. Tell me whatchu think, please.

Thank'd you, and enjoy...

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He was laying on the bed... Which was basically what he did when Mags wasn't calling him out on a mission, some bone-headed idea to take over the world... The young man sighed, lifting a wall-ball from his bedside table, and running it around his fingers slowly, still staring at the ceiling...
Why had he joined this team anyways? It seemed pointless, and they always failed... Maybe he should join the X-men...

'Push dat t'ought 'way,' he scolded himself, tossing the ball up to hit the ceiling, then fall back down into the palm of his hand. If he joined the X-men, he would have to bring his pals along... He couldn't leave John and Piotr with this psychopath...

The ball flew up again, then down into his palm.
Besides, the X-men wouldn't accept him... He'd be the outcast, that one guy who'd fought against them on so many occasions... But, so were John and Piotr.

The same pattern repeated itself several times...
Toss, catch, think...
Toss, catch, think...
Then, there was the one they called Rogue... He'd almost harmed her.
He hadn't meant to. Honestly, he hadn't. He felt something for her, something Mags would never understand, he knew...
Toss... Catch... Smack.

".. Ow," he muttered, sitting up and rubbing his forehead, tossing the ball to the side. He cursed words in the French patois of his native land of New Orleans, Louisiana.
When you spend some time around the French Quarter, you pick a few things up.

"Mon dieu... Remy needa new job," the young Remy LeBeau murmured to himself, shaking his head slowly.
Locks of rich auburn reached a bit past the nape of his neck in length, longer strands in front framing crimson red on pitch black demon's eyes, one of the only signs that he was a mutant to the world.

Today, while not on a mission, Remy wore his regular day clothes...
A pair of faded navy cargo pants were held tightly at his waist with a thick leather belt, though that was almost concealed for the form fitting, red Orange County Choppers shirt covering his torso.
Fingerless, black leather gloves covered the slight swells of his palms, scuffed black combat boots adorning his feet.

With a heavy sigh of mock-exhaustion, the young Cajun pushed himself to his feet, and out the door of the room he'd come to call his own...
A stereo sat in the corner, numerous CDs of Linkin Park, Switchfoot, and the like laying around it. Several books sat in the other corner, along with a worn notebook, and an old, black ink Bic pen.
A poster of a red and black motorcycle was taped on the wall, obviously making him drool every given time he looked up at it.

All that remained of his possessions was the bed in the other corner, and the few items on the bedside table.
He slowly walked out the door, and into the kitchen, where John and Piotr already sat boredly.
Pyro's right leg rested on the table, his left hanging down while the back legs of his chair kept him balanced upward.
A single peice of paper lay on his lips, floating upward as he blew outward, staring upward at the ceiling.

Colossus watched this with a rather ammused expression, as he sipped at a half-empty glass of water.
Gambit smirked as he walked up behind John's chair, grabbing the back to yank downwards, and snicker evilly as he yelped and fell.

"Goddammit, LeBeau," he growled out, picking himself up with a small groan, and a glare up at the Cajun.
Gambit only shrugged with a grin, cocking his head to the side.
".. Looked like y'were bored, so I gave y'somet'in ta do..."
"Y'mean... Kill you?" he replied, sitting down again, glaring up at him.
"Aw, dat hurts, John... 'Sides, it's old," he said, sitting down across from the Aussie, smirking. "Y'make deat' t'reats 'bout a billion times a day..."

Still muttering a steady string of curses, John layed his head on the table, closing his eyes.
Piotr chuckled at the two of them, shaking his head.
"Dis never gets old, dis quarrell you haff between you," he said, thick Russin accent thick. Remy shrugged slightly, half grinning.
"De only t'ing dat keeps us entertained 'round 'ere..." Too true.

Magneto expected them to work for him, but they had prices they wanted worked out first...
A place to stay, food, beds, clothes...
He'd come through nicely. They lived in a nice house, secluded from the city, and from most anybody's view. Most anybody.
They lived about two miles away from the X-mansion.

The X-men, however, weren't the least bit aware of this. Lucky for them.
Mags had another deal worked out as well, much to the Acolyte's dread...
He insisted that they attend school at Bayville High. They'd start the next day. They considered this day, to be their last for freedom.

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John kicked the fridge of the door closed, three bottles of beer in his hands.
He set them in the middle of the table, where Remy, and Piotr sat, cards around them, and a few bucks already near the middle. John kept one for himself, while Remy and Piotr reached out for their own.

"Tonight's it, fellas," John said with a sigh, opening the bottle slowly. "We'll be slaves t'the district now..."
"Don' t'ink dat way, mon ami," Remy said, taking a sip from his beer. "Coul' be worse..."
"How?"
".. I dunno. It jus' seemed d'righ' time t'say dat..."

With a groan, John sat back in his chair heavily, another fizz heard as Piotr opened his bottle, and took a sip.
"Well... Poker an' drinks sorta make up fo' it, eh?" John mumbled, sitting upright with a wry smile, shrugging his shoulders.
Remy and Piotr nodded in agreement, bringing their bottles into the air to meet eachother, John following suit.

"To our las' night," Remy said with a grim smile, clanking their bottles together, and taking a large gulp.

This, would be one helluva year.

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Author's Note:

Yes yes, short, but what would you expect? Anyways, more chapters to come from this. Hope you enjoyed what I've written for now.