Author Note(s): Standard disclaimer applies.
This was delayed due to having technical difficulties.
Rogue stirred as she smelled coffee. She slowly sat up and stretched. She grinned slightly as she saw Remy cooking up some breakfast.
"Ah'll be darned," she said "you can cook too?" He sent a winning grin at her.
"I am a man of fine tastes," he stated. "An gruel ain' dat fine, chere." Rogue gave a small chuckle at that and moved over beside him.
"Well good, cause Ah can't cook a darn bit," she told him.
"I'm sure y' got ot'er talents t' make up f' dat," Remy informed her. Rogue gave him a pointed look to which he merely smirked. Rogue rolled her eyes and looked over at the horses.
"Ah guess ya didn't feel lahke takin' off in the nahght," she stated.
"Course not! I never steal from a femme like you!"
"Ah've heard ya stole a necklace right off the neck a' Emma Frost," Rogue stated.
"Oui, mais she can't wield a gun like I know y' can." Rogue gave a genuine laugh at that.
"So, Ah suppose we'll be headin' our seperate ways after breakfast?"
Remy gave her a thoughtful look and said "We don' have t' if y' don' want to." Rogue sent him a questioning look, to which he raised his hands in defense. "'M just thinkin'...We could give 'em hell if we worked together. Sounds like fun, non?"
"So, you wanna be partners?" Rogue asked, giving him a suspicious look.
"F' a while," he told her. "Sometimes it's nice t' have someone watchin' y' back, non?" He held out his hand, waiting for her to take it. Rogue looked at it then looked him in the eye. Slowly, a grin started to spread across her face and she reached out, taking his hand with hers and shaking.
"Looks lahke ya got yoahrself a partner."
The two quickly left the campsite after breakfast, not wanting to linger too long in case the Wolverine and Cyclops were on their tails. After a while of riding, which involved some light bantering, the two came to a town and decided to restock seeing that they didn't get a chance in the last town. As they were walking down the main road, Remy saw a saloon and gave Rogue a crooked grin, tilting his head towards it.
"What're ya thinkin', Cajun?" Rogue asked as he lead her over to the saloon.
"What can I say? 'M talented at de cards," he replied. He made his way through the smoky room, finding the poker tables. He eased himself into a seat rather easily. Rogue gave a slight roll of her eyes and leaned against the wall behind him. Slowly but surely other members of the table were beaten out. Rogue leaned down close to Remy's ear.
"It seems yoahr just teasin' them," she whispered. Remy ignored the shivers it sent down his spine.
He leaned back and replied "Mebbe I am." He returned to the game, playing his tricks and reading the opponents' faces. Soon it was down to him and burly man with long blonde hair and fierce amber eyes. The tension in the air was thick as these two men fought with cards for the whole pot.
"Let's see what chu got," Remy stated. The man laid out his cards, revealing a straight flush of diamonds. He smirked like a cougar and leaned back. Remy made a tsking sound and a disappointed face. "Dat's a nice hand y' got dere, homme. Mais I t'ink dis one tops..." Remy laid out a royal flush of hearts. "Nice playin' wit you." Remy went to collect the pot when the man grabbed his wrist.
"There's no way in hell you got that! You cheated!" He accused. Suddenly, a bullet was fired into the table, just missing the man's arm. He looked up to see Rogue smiling sweetly at him, one of her pistols in her hand.
"Now sugah, the boy didn't cheat one durn bit," she told him. "He's just that lucky. If you wanna try yoahr luck, ya can go on with yoahr accusations." She swung her pistol around her finger with ease, giving him a hard glare down. He matched her glare and leapt at the Cajun. The two managed to get into a fist brawl, igniting a fight within the saloon. Remy managed to hold him off rather well but made a misstep and was pinned against a wall, a blade at his throat. He still gave a cocky grin to the man. At first, the stranger didn't understand until he heard a click and felt the cold barrel of a pistol at his temple.
"Ah asked if ya wanted ta try yoahr luck," Rogue said. "Seems ya wanted ta. Drop the knife." During the fight, Rogue's hat had fallen off, showing her spark of white hair. The man growled, looking at her then back at the Cajun, seeming to sum the two up.
"Ain't worth it anyway," he grumbled, quickly making his leave. Remy managed to gather up the money he'd fairly (for the most part) won while Rogue got on a table and shot straight to the ceiling. This caused the whole saloon to freeze and look at her as she re donned her hat.
"Thank ya'll for the lovely time," she said. "Enjoy yoahr drink and enjoy yoahr fight. I know plenty a' ya just were waitin' fer this so there ya go." She then bounced off the table beside Remy and the two managed to sneak out before the authorities arrived. The two laughed as they stumbled out onto the street.
"Don' know why dat pussycat t'ought he could do anyt'in when y' had your gun out, chere," Remy laughed.
"Ah have no idea," Rogue replied merrily then her face dropped as she considered. "Although there seems ta be something mighty familiar about him."
"Hey, y' seen one down and out slop, y' see dem all," Remy told her. "C'mon, let's go enjoy a nice dinner at dat restaurant. Courtesy of Monsieur Fluffy." Unbeknownst to the pair, someone else had taken note of the pair and had slipped back into the shadows.
After the two ate, they made their way to one of the local inns. Remy made his way to the clerk.
"I need a room f' myself and my wife," he said when he noted the suspicious look the clerk had as he looked over at Rogue. "Mais see, we're kind of on de rocks at de moment so deux beds would be superbe." The clerk gave a slight nod.
"And what is the name?" He asked.
"Robert and Abigail Marian Lord," Remy told him. Remy finished up his business with him and the two went to the room. As soon as the door was closed, Rogue spun to face him.
"Why in the world are ya claimin' Ah'm yoahr wife?" She asked haughtily. Remy gave a lazy shrug.
"Cause it's strange fer a man and a woman t' be travelin' toget'er if dey ain't related or married," he told her. "And we don' look related, chere." He gracefully landed on a bed, his hands behind his head and he crossed his ankles. "'Sides, it's a good cover, non? Who would ever suspect a married couple?" Rogue bit her lip and looked at him.
"Fahne, but Ah expect you ta respect mah privacy." Remy gave her an appalled, hurt look.
"Cherie! T' t'ink dat you have so little faith in me."
"The first time we met, ya were tryin' ta flirt with me."
"Good point," Remy replied with a shrug. He sat up and stretched a bit. "Mais, it's gettin' late. We should turn in. Got to plot out our first ever t'eivery toget'er and got a lot of ridin' t' do in the mornin'. Not t' mention go dress shoppin' f' you." Rogue gave him an annoyed, pointed look. "Mais? Can't be expectin' y' to be wearin' men's clothes when we go East or to California." Rogue paused for a moment and contemplated this.
"Ah s'pose ya got a point, Cajun," she commented before laying down on her own bed and staring at the ceiling. After a beat, she asked "Got anythahng ideas goin' on in yoahr head?" Remy shrugged, pulling off his boots.
"I'm t'inkin' a headin' t' Galveston," he told her. "I got a house dere as Robert Lord. Don't do much stealing dere and if we gonna be partners, I s'pose y' should get used to my safe haven."
"Galveston," Rogue muttered, staring hard at the lines in the ceiling. She took pleasure in imagining the cracks were a map to an unknown treasure. "Ah ain't been there since I ran off. That was my steppin' point I s'pose..."
"Mais, we all gotta start somewhere," Remy told her. "Don' t'ink dere's a better place dan Galveston. Nice town. Lots of people t' get lost in." Rogue grinned and nodded. That statement was very true.
After a long day and night of riding, the man from the brawl made it to his destination. He rode his horse onto the ranch and leapt off of his, knocking on the door. The door opened and a tense looking red haired woman glared at the taller man.
"What is it, Sabretooth?" She asked crossly. Sabretooth gave a shrug.
"Just thought you'd like to know the whereabouts of your daughter, Ms. Darkholme," he said with a toothy grin. The woman's amber eyes grew wide and she quickly allowed the man in.
"Explain yourself," Raven snapped.
"She's runnin' with some Cajun guy," Sabretooth stated. "Judgin' from his eyes, I'd bet he's the Diable Blanc...Gambit." Raven raised an eyebrow, giving him an inquisitive look.
"Gambit, the thief?" She asked, then smirked. "This may just as well work in my favor."