A/N: this took long enough to get up, holy hot sauce spiderman it was tiring! that reminds me of something DeadPool would say, I'm seriously considering punching in his hilarious and random character into this story. Should I? Not sure yet, anyway thank yous so much for the reviews. I love seeing people read my stories, even if they don't like them. Oh and for the French, I'm Acadian. Which is French but more broken, almost like Cajun but it's Maritime Canadian. Plus it's not my first language so I only got to perfecting it a few years ago, so if any of you Francophones reading this find some words spelled improperly or some verbs not conjugated just tell me, it'd help! :D

Kristen: Thank you :) and I went back and fixed up the chapter a bit, I write it on my Ipod and when I copy and paste it leaves no spaces, so i have to go back over it a few times and space it all over. So thanks, and of coarse I wouldn't take your review as a bad thing, I get excited when I see a new review, knowing someone took the time to tell me their opinion or help me out makes me happy :)

Eagle219406: Hey, not in the movie no, sorry for not making that clearer but in the movie they flirted quite often and only in a deleted scene did they kiss, so I figured well for a break up reason that they'd fictionally kiss in the story. I wasn't a fan of Bobby anyway, but Rogue still felt bad about it all, and if you like Bobby don't worry the bashing isn't big in this story. :)


Med Lab

Merde, did his head ever hurt. He compared it to being hit in the head with brick, or a rhino running around in his skull, but he was Remy LeBeau! He could take anything thrown at him. So he opened his eyes, immediately shutting them when bright lights attacked his vision. He readed himself this time when he opened them, his sensitive eyes already sore. He was in a hospital? He hated hospitals, more than anything in the world. Well besides assasins, a certain pale red eyed man and needles, other than that hospitals made the top of the list. He was in the same as last night, dark majenta button up shirt and black pants.

He took in his surroundings, he was in a bed, not the most comfortable bed either. There was a chair next to it for visitors, his long dark brown trench coat slung over the back of it and his hat in the seat. He noted there were no windows so he established he was more than likely underground, making a quick escape harder than he planed. There was a small table a few feet from the bed with a tray of surgical instruments, Remy winced. He really hated hospitals.

He looked around for cameras but didn't see any. He noticed the door was in the far left corner, on the side wall. Hopefully it was night time and there would be no one up when he escaped. Even though he planed for there to be no one up when he broke in. But of coarse, there had to be someone up. That someone being a very sexy brunette, she walked around the mansion with a relaxed sway in her hips. He couldn't help but notice her beautiful curves and nicely toned body. She worked out, he could tell by the muscle that it wasn't for show. She was a fighter, or a hard worker. If she was a fighter why couldn't she have defended herself?

He noticed she was startled but wasn't this home to the X-Men? Didn't they train for things like that? Maybe she was just a student, she didn't look that old. But wow, did she knock him out or what. He didn't even understand what happened, he remembered feeling weak and hitting the ground. He shook his thoughts away as he stood, still a little tired but his energy would return quickly. He grabbed his trench coat and hat throwing them on as he silently walked towards the door and held his ear to it, he didn't hear any voices or footsteps on the other side so he slowly opened it. He peeked through the slightly open door before he cautiously walked out into the hallway, it was bright. A bright white colour luminating from the walls. Where in the world was he? He knew the mansion was an institute but this was ridiculous. He thought about it, he must if been in the heart of it all.

The headquaters for the X-Men, he thought about the money he could make by just stealing a bit of information or codes. He shook his head at that thought, he just had to get out before he got caught. He walked down the hallway and noticed the elevator. He pressed the button and waited anxiously, looking behind a few times. The doors finally opened revealing an empty elevator. He sighed in relief.

"Going somewhere, LeBeau?" A familiar female voice asked. He turned and smiled charmingly and the white haired beauty before him, she stood with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. The elevator closed.

"Stormy! Ah did not kno' dat' you was livin' here. C'est incroyable, non?" He said walking up to her, his old friend Ororo Monroe, he kissed the top of her knuckles. "You look as belle as eva', mon soeur." She smirked at him and then sighed. 'He never changed.' She thought.

She didn't age a bit. Her skin a beautiful mocha colour, her white hair contrasting nicely against it. Her ice blue eyes looking at him with that sisterly worry she always had for the Cajun man.

"And exactly what are you doing here in the first place, my brother?" She asked placing her hands on her hips. She was wearing a long grey skirt, a button up sweater and a scarf, her long white hair was pulled out of her face by a sash tied on.

"Ah came to borrow a few t'ings, 'dis an dat. No worries, Ah shall jus' take what Ah need and go wit' de shame dat' de' great Prince o' 'Teives, Remy LeBeau was caught." He said trying to talk his way out of trouble, like usual. Storm didn't fall for it, not even a little. He was a liar, a charmer, a womanizer and a theif. She knew him too well, she could tell when he was trying to get off scott free.

"I don't think so old friend." Storm said walking passed him and entering the open elevator. "You have explaining to do." She added, implying he get in the elevator. He sighed and mentally cursed himself for getting caught, he felt worse stealing from an old friend. Him and Stormy went way back, she was older then him but not by much. He knew more than she did at the time, he knew about being quick and agile when it came to pick pocketing. He decided to help her, ever since they've been the closest friends.

Until the bald man offered her a place to stay with him and promising to help her with her powers. Should he have known about the bald man and how he helped her control her powers, he might of asked for help when his power problem arised, but no... he took a different way out...

Gambit took out his cards as the elevator stopped, the doors opening revealing the foyer from last night. He shuffled as he eyed the area in the daylight, it was mid-evening. He could tell by the sun, students were calmly walking around and chatting, he could hear some laughter and footsteps upstairs. The institute held a lot of students, all of which mutants. He was surprised it wasn't a little more hectic.

"Jamie! Give me back my teddy bear!" A little boy with black hair ran by with a rainbow coloured plush bear in his hands. A second later a girl around the age of 6 with short red hair pulled up into pigtails ran after him. Remy noticed Ororo a few feet ahead, she had her back to him. She wouldn't notice if he just interupted, he smirked and purposely walked into the boy.

"Yo' betta' watch where you're goin' fils!" Remy growled when the boy looked up, he noticed Remy's devil eyes and nodded in fear before running off. Remy smiled and looked down at the red headed girl her big hazel eyes shining up at him. "I t'ink dis' is yours, p'tite." He said kneeling down to hand her the bear. She seemed nervous at first, not sure whether to trust the strange man and take the bear or to run. "Ah'm not gunn' bite yah, fille. Here, wha's yo' bears name?" He asked looking at her bear, he was colourful and dressed in a blue shirt.

"Pascal," she replied quietly.

"Das' a cute name p'tite, why do yah call em' dat?" He asked smiling at her.

"Because in the movie Tangled that's the lizards name," she replied grinning slightly, he looked confused. "You know, the movie with Repunzel and her Prince Charming." She explained.

"M'Sorry, P'tite, haven't seen it. Mais, mebbe' Ah'll watch it sometime in da' future. Here you go, now if dat boy tries ta steal Pascal again come tell moi, d'accord?" He asked, she didn't understand his French. "Okay?"

"Okay, I'm Rahne." She said as she hugged her bear, her voice high and innocent.

"Nice to meet yah, p'tite. Ah'm Remy." He held out his hand, she smiled and jumped up wrapping her little arms around his kneck and hugging him. He chuckled.

"Thank you for saving Pascal, Mr. Remy. He says thank you." She smiled before running off, he smiled at the girl. She was so young and innocent, but the real world was waiting for her. The world where they were the enemies, the hate and the judgement, he wanted to wish he was young again but he'd never go through that again. The shit he put up with, the bad choices he made. He sighed and looked over noticing Ororo, her arms folded and a huge grin plastered on her face. She looked, proud?

"Wha?" He asked as he stood.

"Nothing, nothing at all my friend. Follow me," she said walking up over the stairs. Gambit followed as they walked down a few hallways, finally entering an office.

"Dis' yours?" The Cajun asked eyeing the the room.

"Yes, I'm Head Mistress here at Xaviers." She replied sitting behind her desk and in the large chair.

"Ah had no idea, Stormy. If Ah did I wouldn't of tried t'.."

"Steal from me?" She asked with an eyebrow raised as he sat.

"Oui, bout' dat." He sighed as he crossed one leg on his knee.

"Ro, we got a problem Darlin'. That theif is..." The could hear a gruff voice entering the room, his words laced in a northern accent.

"Gone?" Gambit smirked.

"Thanks Logan, for the heads up." Ororo said sarcasticly folding her hands together on the desk. The Wolverine was wearing his usual, jeans, boots, and a plaid flannel shirt buttoned up and tucked in, his belt showing. He held a cigar between his lips as he glared at the Cajun.

"Yes, I do see how that predicament might confuse the average person. I've come to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe.." They heared Beast's voice as him and NightCrawler entered.

"Ahh Hank, Kurt, glad you's could join this discussion." Storm said as Beast eyed the room, the two blue men noticed the tension building.

"Is zis de' theif?" Kurt asked looking at Remy.

"Yes, yes it is." Ororo sighed.

"Now, Gambit why don't you explain what exactly you were doing here late last night with Forge's power inhibitor collar." She said, just waiting for whatever excuse the smooth talking Cajun theif would throw their way.

"Ah was stealin' it," he replied, plain an simple.

She was confused, he was being honest? Or was he lying? Maybe he was telling the truth, hoping she wouldn't believe him. "I know that, why is the question?" She asked, everyone in the room seemed to want to know exactly why he was there.

"Ms. Munroe!" They heard a female voice on the floor, the top of a head sank down through it. It came back up again, revealing a blue eyed brunette girl phasing through and lifting herself up. "She's coming! And she's mad!" The teenage girl said in an out of breath voice.

"Who's comin'?" Gambit asked, he could feel a spike in emotions. Someone was dangerously ticked off.

"Logan, you're the only one who can calm her down." Storm looked at the Canadian expectedly.

"I promised her she could beat the theif black and blue, besides. She's pretty pissed off, I doubt even I can stop her." Logan said as they started hearing voices coming up the hallway. A pair of high heeled boots clicked against the hard wood floor.

"Listen Chica, let's go out for dinner! We can look for some cute guys!" A girls voice was heard.

"Ah'm not hungry!" A sultry Southern voice yelled at the other.

"Brace yourself, Remy LeBeau." Ororo sighed as she stood, Gambit was confused but he stood and looked towards the door.

"Rogue, this is a bad idea. You don't want to hurt anyone luv, think happy thoughts." A female Brittish accented voice cut in.

"Happy thoughts are mah fist against that good fo' nothin' Cajun's face!" She yelled as she walked into the room. Remy's eyes travelled the full length of the angry young woman, her long brown hair in loose curls with stark white bangs. From her high heeled boots all the way up to her shoulders was skin tight leather pressed tightly against her luscious curves, a brown jacket thrown on as if she was hoping to cover something up, she was gorgeous and boy was she mad. He immediately remembered her as the girl from last night and man did he enjoy looking over her twice.

He barely got the chance because right after she entered the room her glare was directed at him, angrily she strode forward. "Now, Rogue. I think there's a reasonable explanation to-.."

"Reasonable mah ass," She growled, and what a nice piece of ass that was. He smirked, she noticed.

"You god damned son of a bi***!" She quickly walked up to him, he was atleast 6,2 and even in her high heals she had to look up from her height of 5,8. Her left fist swung and hit his lower jaw directly on, he cursed as he rubbed the spot. She jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow and kicked his legs out from uderneath him. He hit the ground.

"Wha' did Ah do?" He asked holding his sore jaw. "

You stupid Swamp Rat! You think you can just come in here and steal from us then try to hypnotize meh to cover your tracks! Well it didn't work! But now Ah got a piece of your dirty lil' mind inside mah' head!" She yelled. He stood and rubbed his stomach as he looked at the girl. 'Dieu, she's sexy when she's mad.' He thought as he ignored her words and eyed her.

"Ah shoulda' held on longer! That'd set yah straight! You're Gata' ass would be in a coma by now." She yelled.

"We jus' met an' yo' already t'inkin' o' Remy's ass, chère?" He smirked, her eyes widened in anger.

"Why you ignorant!" She lunged but Jubilee and Betsy held her back.

"Rogue, it was an honest mistake. He had no idea you'd be there and he had no idea what you'r mutation is. So don't be mad." Storm tried to reason with the tempermental Southern Belle, but it did nothing.

"Don't be mad? Too many lightenin' bolts to the head Storm? Ah'm not mad, Ah'm furious." Rogue glared daggers at the Cajun. He noticed the two other young woman with Rogue, the asian girl with black hair and wearing a yellow jacket was only a teen but the purple haired one was gorgeous. 'Dieu, dis' whole place filled wit' belle femmes?' Remy asked himself silently.

"We understand you're mad Rogue, you don't think having an old friend of your's that you look at like your baby brother come in and try to steal from you after Goddess knows how many years, doesn't make me mad?" Storm stood and put her hands on her hips. Gambit sighed and folded his arms, he noticed the brightly coloured asian teen looking at him, checking him out. He winked at her and she blushed, the purple haired asian woman was also looking him over. 'The fun I'd have here.' He thought as Storm spoke to Rogue, the brunette had her hands on her hips and an eyebrow raised. 'Rogue, what a wierd name.' He thought, she sure did look like a Rogue. Not as much alone, more independant and angry.

"Gambit, meet Rogue." Storm said sighing.

Remy grinned charmingly at the Southern Belle, getting closer and lifing her hand and kissing her knuckles. "Desolé chèrie, Ah did nah mean to upset such a belle femme." He kept eye contact as he spoke, she scoffed and rolled her eyes, snatching her hand away.

"Now you listen here Cajun! Ah'm tryin' very hard right now not to throw you through that windah. So you betta' keep your hands off of me and tell us what the hell you were doin' here at 3 in the mornin' last night!" She poked her finger against his chest as she almost shouted, her accent thickening with her anger.

"Well chère, it all started when dis' blonde femme' found Remy an' offered deux million dollaires t' steal dis' collar." he started to explain exactly what happened.


Montgomery, Alabama

Mystique's heels clacked against the pavement, she was in one of the least places she'd expect to find the Prince of Theives. She assumed he was on a job, another heist to steal some sort of highly priced ancient artifact or old expensive painting. She had to find the Cajun roaming around the city somewhere, from what she read from his file she learned he was a womanizing, gambler always finding trouble. She assumed he'd be in a casino. That's why she entered the large building, easily passing the bystanders in line by using her good looks to an advantage. The bouncer winked at her as she made her way in, everyone in the main part of the building were loud. The music blaring, people yelling, the slot machines making loud dinging sounds and whoops from winners.

"May Ah help yah Miss?" A waiter asked with a thick Alabaman accent.

"I'm looking for a Cajun man that goes by the name of Gambit, is he here?" She replied, the man nodded.

"He be the one takin' everyone's money at pokah." He replied pointing to a door near the back, she smiled and thanked him before walking towards the door. It was quiet inside, cigarette smoke pooled thickly around the ceiling, she noticed the table in the middle of the room, a dangling bright light hanging over it. A few shadowy men were sitting and playing poker, out of the three men left two folded and the one with the hat and sunglasses on in the already dark room took his winnings with a smirk. He wore a long dark trench coat with many pockets and a long collar, under it he had on a black silk button up shirt and dark pants.

"You're a cheat!" One man said standing up quickly and angrily.

"Nah, mon ami. Yo' jus' a bad playah, non?" He smirked as the other men stood and collected their belongings. Mysique walked up to the table, the Cajun man noticed her.

"You Remy LeBeau?" She asked.

"Depen's." He replied, everything about him spoke Sex, Money and Theiving. He talked with this mysterious tone in is deep voice and a confident smirk on his handsome face. She could tell women flocked to him, he was good looking, suave, Southern and she could tell he was well built. She didn't trust him, she didn't even want him near her, but Destiny said to trust her visions. So she went along with the plan.

"On?" She asked, she couldn't see his eyes under his reflective aviator glasses.

"On what une belle femme lahke you is doin' lookin' fo' Gambit, Ah'm not surprised though." He smirked as he picked up an unlit cigarette and a match, he put it between his lips then lit it.

"I have a job proposition." She replied lifting a thick silver suit case that would make any jewel smuggler jealous, he raised an eyebrow.

"An' what would dat' be, Chér?" He asked as he collected all the cards and started shuffling with one hand, the other holding his smoke.

"I need a certain object, and I was told you are more than able to obtain it." She explained.

"Oui, mais for a price. Remy LeBeau don' do nuttin' cheap." He explained taking a drink out of a glass of what she recognized as bourbon. Mystique smirked and turned the suitcase to face him, she opened it revealing stacks of bills.

"How's two million dollars sound?" She asked smiling, his eyebrows shot up. He couldn't turn that down, no matter how much he made a year.

"So where's dis' object?" Remy asked.

"Manchester, New York." She replied, Gambit whistled.

"Dat's a long way chére, sure you don' want somet'ing a lil closer to de' Sout', perhaps somet'ing more Cajun?" he smirked as he put out his smoke. She tried not to roll her eyes, damn flirt. "Sure, Remy'll go and get it. What exactly is it?" He asked.

"It's a collar, now it's will be difficult to get because it's in a school of mutants." Mystique explained taking out a file and showing him the school.

"Nuttin' too difficile pour Remy LeBeau, not even a woman, non?" He smiled charmingly at her, one of those smiles that would make a teenage girl's heart throb. Gambit looked a bit over 20, and she was not into the whole cougar thing, he just seemed obnoxious to her.

"That may be true, but this is home to the X-Men and they don't take to kindly to someone robbing them." She said.

"De' X-men huh?" He heard of them before, a team of goodie two shoes trying to stick their noses in where they dont belong. "So what d' you wan' wit' dis' collar?" He asked.

"That's my buisness LeBeau, all you need to do is get in there and get the collar without them noticing and bring it back to me." She put her hand on her hip and glared at him, she knew he'd get caught but she wasn't about to tell him that or her plans would be destroyed. So she went with pretending he was the best and should never worry.

"Pour Deux million dolaires? Oui, Ah'll go to New York." Remy said shaking her hand.


Rogue

"REMY RUN!" Etienne yelled from ahead of him, he was terrified. His lungs hurt from running, his heart was beating against his ribs like a caged animal. Both him and his cousin were at a dead end, they could see the wall ahead of them. He noticed the card slip out of Etienne's pocket on the ground, he picked it up as he ran and charged it before flinging it at the wall causing it to explode. They jumpred through the whole and ran out, they had no where to go.

All that was up ahead was a cliff, if they jumped they would most likely die but if Pig caught them he would torture them and turn them into soldiers.

"JUMP!" Remy said as they went over the cliff and into the cold waters below.

Rogue shot into an upright position in her bed, breathing heavily and sweat dripping down her face and shoulders. It was only the second one, she was getting better at organizing memories and thoughts in her mind. Out of the two memories she got off of the Cajun, neither of them were very pleasant and were pretty short. She smiled to herself, she was getting there.

"ROGUE! Danger Room session in ten minutes!" The Wolverine yelled from the other side of her door.

"Yeah, yeah." She sighed as she removed her blankets an walked to her dresser.

"You alright, Kid? You sound a little off?" He asked leaning against her door.

"Yeah just, nightmares." She replied as she pulled on a sweater before opening the door.

"That Cajun?" He asked, he was concerned, Rogue was like his daughter. She even convinced him to go out to breakfast with her on Sundays, it was like a father, daughter bonding time ordeal.

"Yeah, just a memory. I don' really think it's mah right to talk about them." She said as they took the elevator downstairs.

"Hey," He said getting her attention. "I'm always here to talk, Stripes. You know that," He said sincerely, she smiled and play punched him in the arm.

"When did The Wolverine get so soft." She laughed, causing him to chuckly as the doors opened.

"I'm serious though Marie," he said with a bit of a smile as they walked.

"Ah know, Logan." She said before hugging him.

"Good, now go get into your uniform. Level 8 today," He said, she nodded before entering the girls locker room. Quickly she changed into her uniform, she never had a problem with it before. It was always tight, but she felt a little uncomfortable with it hugging to her so closely.

"Rogue!" She could hear Jubilee enter the locker room.

"Wha?" asked Rogue and she zipped up the uniform a bit abover her cleavage, she didn't want to look like Emma.

'Sorry Emma, if you heard that.' she thought for the telepath to hear.

"The theif guy is awake, Logan just went to check on him before the session and he's gone. So he went to talk with Storm and he's there now." Jubilee explained.

"Ah gunna kill em'." Rogue said throwing on a jacket over her uniform, hoping to hide a bit. She stalked passed Jubilee and out of the room, over to the elevator.

"Woah woah, wait Rogue. We have no idea what this guy is capable of, you can't just walk in there and..."

"Watch me," Rogue folded her arms across her chest, a scowl planted on her face as Jubilee entered the elevator and tried to talk her out of beating the man into a pulp. The doors opened and Rogue stepped out, Besty Braddock could hear the angry thoughts blaring from rogue's mind and stopped to look at her.

Kitty noticed from her spot on a loveseat in the foyer and stood, she bounced on the couch like a trampoline and tried phasing through the ceiling to Storm's office to warn them.

"Rogue Luv, don't do this." She tried to help Jubilee and stop the Southern Spitfire.

Listen Chica, let's go out for dinner! We can look for some cute guys!" Jubs tried distracting her, with no luck.

"Ah'm not hungry!" Rogue growled.

Rogue, this is a bad idea. You don't want to hurt anyone luv, think happy thoughts." Betsy cut in.

"Happy thoughts are mah fist against that good fo' nothin' Cajun's face!" Rogue yelled as she entered the office.

'Wow, he's attractive... Damn, don't show emotion. Just hit em'.' Rogue thought as she stalked over to the Cajun.


A/U: Well, that did in fact take forever, sorry for the delay. If there are any problems, if the accents are too hard to understand I can tone them down a bit or put the sentences down here, it's no trouble just ask. Anyway, review please :)