Sorry, guys, these are a - series, I guess, of one shots. They have absolutely no correlation to each other, I'm just trying to hypothesize the different ways in which rogue and remy might meet.
You know the drill, must I really say it? ~Sighs~ fine. I. Don't. Own. The. X men.
Loud bangs, crashes and curses woke rogue from a pleasant sleep. A quick glance at the glowing green alarm clock on bedside table volunteered what she already knew, that it was way too early to even think about getting up. Groggily blinking the sand from her eyes, she sighed and pushed off her thick, warm quilts, reluctantly bending her legs down to make contact with her fuzzy magenta carpet. The downstairs foyer was snarling, which either meant forge had spliced the plaster with tiger DNA or Logan had gotten into a fight with something again. Slowly stretching to work out the kinks in her muscles, she groaned, raising her eyes heavenward in a silent prayer. Grumbling, Rogue pulled on the green and yellow uniform lying in a heap at the bottom of her bed, and started out the door, slamming it behind her.
" Goddamnit Logan, it's to early for this shit"
Logan dodged an arc of flaming cards the smirking Cajun had tossed at him, evading a swipe of his bo- staff, and made another leap at the thick bundle of files clutched in Gambits left hand. The front hall was absolutely destroyed, or at least well on its way. Jagged holes were knocked in the plaster; scorch marks were plastered all over the ceiling, frayed wires were sparking from were they had been yanked from the walls and floor. Logan, however, didn't particularly care –he was working hard to keep the Cajun away from any possible exit. The goddamn mercenary was one of the only people who could actually give him a decent challenge. He had gambit backed up to the stairs, trying to get a clean shot at carving up his smirking face, when he noticed rogue pounding down the steps, and groaned. He should have known this entire racket would wake her up. She was a very light sleeper, one of the many habits she had gotten from him, he supposed. In that moment, while he was distracted, there was a sharp "clang!" as Gambit's adamantium staff connected with the side of his head. The last thing Logan saw as everything went black was rogue's ungloved hand connecting with Gambit's nose , and he fell unconscious with a smile on his face .
