Author Notes- The third review really made me get off my ass and get this posted. Due to a lack of ideas and a hate of writing Gambits accent this story is now has a co-author SickMindedSucker. Hope that you all enjoy the change of style and the better characterization.

Chica de los ojos café- Hummmm just maby. Thanks for the Review

DBZAddict- Your not discouraging me. Any response to my work is helpful. That chapter didn't get a lot of editing. I was tired and just wanted to post it. Thanks for your help.

Remy stared at the girl before him wanting nothing more then to take the glasses back off her and make sure he wasn't imagining things. 'Those can't be… that's impossible… could it…no, it was just a trick of the light or something …' A minute passed and Remy saw her body tense up.

"Something I can help you with?" She tried to evoke a response from him. Remy placed the voice right away. She really was The Blue Lightning. Remy finally shook out of the stupor he had been in.

"Names Remy LeBeau, was wonderin' if Remy coul' talk 'bout 'is bike," he asked her.

"I'm Rochelle, what do you want to know about your bike," she said icily. She leaned into her door frame and crossed her arms over her chest finally relaxing slightly.

"De upgrades be great, Remy jus' wanted t' know 'ow t' keep it dat way," he said examining her up and down, not in a sexual way for once, just for general knowledge. He knew she would be slightly more comfortable on that topic.

"Well… the condition of the bike was great, I don't think there's much to say," she told him the sunglasses hiding the fact she was evaluating Remy same as he was she, "Um… would you like to come in for a minute or two?" she asked him as she straightened and moved out of the doorway.

"Well, t'ank y', Remy tries t' keep d' bike in bien condition," he said as he walked through the door. "An' t'ank y' fo' invitin' Remy in," he added.

""No problem, want anything to drink?" she asked him as she walked into the kitchen.

"Non t'anks, Remy b' fine, in mo' ways den one," he said grinning a little bit. Rochelle glanced at him with a raised eyebrow and rolled her eyes.

"I've seen slugs that are finer then you," she said as she grabbed a bottle of water and walked out of the kitchen. Remy followed her gaping for a minute, then regained his composure when she spoke again. "Why don't you go to the garage, they can probably help you a lot more then I can," she said sitting down on the dining room table. Her feet resting on a chair.

"Non, Remy don' wanna take up dere valuable time when dis b' plenty 'elpful," he said leaning against the adjacent wall.

"Well, as I said before, there really isn't a lot of upkeep you should know about because your bike is in the good condition it is," she said. "There's not a lot that I can remember, just to make sure the nitrous tank is always off when you're not using it," she added.

"Remember…? Y' mean y' did d' modifications o' de bike?" he asked looking at her in slight disbelief.

"Uh… duh, I mean, what do you think I did at the garage, twiddle my thumbs and do my nails in pink?" she asked him, again with her eyebrow raised.

"Non, Remy didn' t'ink y' did dat, 'e jus' didn' t'ink it was y' 'ho (who) worked on 'is bike chere," he said.

"I'm not your dear," she said flatly. "And besides, your girlfriend wouldn't like it if you were hitting on another woman," she said smirking as she took another gulp of water. Remy looked at her with both of his eyebrows raised.

"'Ow did y' know Remy 'ad un amor petite," he asked her.

"Well, the back portion of your seat is worn down more then normal, so you either had to have a girlfriend or you gave a lot of people rides, or maybe it's the other way around," she said smirking. Remy looked at her thinking 'Did she actually just make a perverted comment?' and then he smirked.

"Petite, Remy 'as done mo' den jus' let people ride dat 't'ing," he said, the smirk still in place.

"Ok, you're time is up, please exit the building the way you came, and don't come back, unless it's without your warn seat," she said and ushered him to the door and out it.

"Remy b' seein' ya 'round petite, maybe 'e can even take y' fo' un ride," he said and winked.

"I don't think so, I don't go for Cajun rats, and remember, you have a girlfriend," she said and then slammed the door in his face.

The next morning, Remy woke up early and decided to go to the garage to see if Rochelle was working today, maybe get some more information about her. He had forgotten to confront her about being Blue Lightening yesterday, and he wanted to know if that assumption was right, even though he was already 99.9 sure it was. He got dressed in a pair of stone washed black jeans and a black tank top. He quickly ran his fingers through his hair and left his room to go get something to eat.

When he got to the garage in the afternoon, he pulled up next to a bike that looked very familiar. 'Ok, so Blue Lightning's bike is here, now if…' his thought was interrupted when he saw Rochelle walking out of the garage wiping her hands on her rag. She saw Remy sitting on his bike with his helmet off. She rolled her eyes when he waved at her as the thought 'stalker' ran through her head numerous times. She walked up to him and put her rag away,

"Wahtcha want Cajun," she asked looking at him with her hands on her hips.

"Remy needs t' talk t 'y' and it's not 'bout d' bike," he said as he got off the motorcycle and walked a little bit further away so they could talk in private. Rochelle stood there for a few seconds and then reluctantly followed him.

"So what do you need to talk about?" she asked him.

"Answer Remy straight, are y' d' Blue Lightnin'?" he asked her and looked at her from behind his fake eyes. Rochelle was slightly taken aback for a millisecond then put her mask on.

"What are you talking about," she asked him looking down at the suddenly fascinating pattern the leaves from a near by tree were making on the grass.

"Y' know 'sactly what Remy b' talkin' 'bout petite," he said and continued to stare her down. Rochelle also looked at him hard through her sunglasses, trying to figure out a way around answering the question.

"Do you always talk in the third person? Because it's REALLY annoying, if no one has told you," she said non chalantly glancing at the sky.

"Don' dodge d' question, Remy asked y' fo' un straight answer," he said, very serious this time.

"I… um… I," she couldn't find what to say when a gigantic explosion was heard.