Hey all. I'm not sure if updates will be as fluid this week, but I'll try the best I can. If I don't update enough for your likings go over and read the Romy by ColorCoated, they are super sexy, and amazing. I finally decided I how I was going to work the X-Men into this story, yay! I only chose a few because they don't have their powers. The mutant gene doesn't exist, just a reminder. Enjoy.

Chapter 7: The X-Men

The president read the message and gained the slightest bit of confidence, if there was anyone who could take on these terrorists; it was The X-Men.

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That night, Remy decided to embrace the southern gentleman within and sleep on the floor. Thinking about the flawless beauty on the bed next to him was enough to make him fall asleep with a smile. The same could not be said for Rogue; she stirred in the bed, thinking about how her mother abandoned her. Once she fell asleep she found herself replaying the images of when her brother left.

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"I can't do this anymore, vhat ve do ist evil." A strong man paced on the other side of Mystique's desk. He wore a dark blue shirt with blue camo pants, standard combats boots and a German flag bandana holding his naturally blue hair out of his face. Mystique simply laughed at her son's comment. "Maybe I should have left you in Germany with your demon of a father. Then again, you are one of the best fighters I have."

Rogue sat behind the door spying at her older brother, she loved Kurt with all her heart, but could what they were doing really be evil? Rogue didn't understand why he was leaving; she peered back through the keyhole of the door and watching intently.

Kurt didn't bother to argue with his mother; instead he decided to take his leave. He took out his Brotherhood standard issue knife and pressed it lightly to his right index finger; blood beaded at his finger wound. He violently stabbed the knife into Mystique's desk and took her hand; with his bleeding finger he proceeded to write on the back of her hand. Once he was done he placed a kiss on her knuckles "See you in hell Mystique, my mutter, you are dead to me."

He walked towards the door and Rogue's eyes grew we panic; she got up as quickly as she could and ran across the hallway to lean against the wall. On the outside she looked calm and collected, on the inside she was ready to burst into tears. Kurt slammed the door behind him and looked over to Rogue; the second she saw his long, shaggy, blue hair she released the tears from their cell. Kurt ran over to his crying sister and held her tight. "I vill be back for you, I promise" he soothed her as she cried into his arms.

Mystique looked at her hand and saw that Kurt had written Teufel on her hand. Mystique laughed once more at her son. "Yes my son, I am the Devil."

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Rogue woke up from her dream with tears rolling down her face; it had been four years since he said he would come back for her, why hasn't he come yet? Rogue just wanted to be comforted. She looked down over the edge of the bed to see Remy lying on his back; she climbed out of bed and snuggled next to him. She placed her head on his heart and heard his steady breathing. She whispered to his sleeping form "Ah must be crazy, but Ah think Ah'm fallin' fer yah. Thank yah fer savin' meh Remy."

Remy ran his hand through her hair after hearing those words, Rogue jumped slightly, expecting him to be asleep. "Remy! Ah thought yah were sleepin'"

"Non, jus' relaxed t' yo' touch" he smiled at her slight panic "Remy never felt dis way before. Remy'd like t' be wit' yo' Roguey." Rogue nodded against his chest; beaming the happiest smile she could, she looked up into his red on black eyes. "Teach meh" she whispered against his lips. Remy smirked into their kiss, and flipped them over so he could hover over her delicate body. He licked her bottom lip asking for entrance; Rogue gasped with surprise at feeling his tongue and Gambit took his chance. He caressed his tongue against hers until she began to copy his actions. They kissed passionately until neither of them could breathe; Rogue smirked this time, she was blown away by what she had missed all those years.

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President Kelley stood in shock; sitting in his presidential chair in the oval office was the body of his best body guard. His shirt was torn off his body and held a very important message for a very important team. Engraved in his chest was "X-Men: New York, Central Park, 3 weeks. – Brotherhood" the message to the X-Men was written post mortem so it could be readable. The president read the message and gained the slightest bit of confidence, if there was anyone who could take on these terrorists; it was The X-Men.

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"Mystique has attacked the oval office; she left you a message 'New York, Central Park in three weeks' be on red alert until the threat has been mimized." "I assure you, we will." With that he hung up the phone. A bald sophisticated man in a wheelchair looked up from his phone and sighed. Pressing the intercom button the Professor made the announcement some of the mansions residents had been waiting for "Blue Team report to my office for debriefing."

Professor Charles Xavier was a genius, and one of the smartest men in the world. After retiring from working in the pentagon, he formed the ultimate military team, The X-men. They were higher ranked than any other military, and could take on any threat that disturbed the peace. The Professor may be in a wheelchair but when he fought with his mind, he could take out the best of the best by himself. The Blue team entred his office holding pride on their shoulders; they were the top soldiers.

A hairy man walked in first and took a seat in the arm chair next to the couch; he stubbed out his cigar on his combat boots. James Howlett, known to his friends as Logan, but known to the world as Wolverine, was a possibly the most dangerous man alive. When he was younger, before he left Canada he signed up for an experimental procedure which coated every bone in his body with Adamantium, an unbreakable metal; it was a miracle he survived. Logan lived off of nature for many years after his procedure and some say he is more animal than man. The only weapons he would use were six long, deadly knives in which he attached to each of his gloves, between his fingers during combat. Wolverine let out a growl as he waited for the rest of the team to be seated.

Sitting on the edge of the couch closest to Logan sat one of the richest men in the world. Warren Worthington III was a lean, tall, man but not one to mess with. He was the best pilot in the world; flight came as naturally to Warren as breathing did. The aviation legend was known as Angel, the savior from above. Even without his money, Angel's reputation was known far and wide; he was a very powerful man at his young age. Angle tapped his foot against the floor repetitively, anxious to get back in the air.

Taking the seat next to him was Ororo Munroe; she placed her beautifully tanned hands into her lap as she relaxed into the couch. The sophisticated woman known as Storm was an environmentalist, not the crazed vegetarian people you see on the news; Storm was one with Mother Nature, and respected her as no one else did. She could predict the weather at a moment's notice and be one hundred percent accurate; it was as if the African high priestess could talk to The Earth.

The blue haired German practically jumped onto the couch next to Storm. After Kurt Wagner left The Brotherhood he joined a traveling circus; after two years on the road he was found by the Professor and recruited as an X-Man. While in the circus he was known as The Incredible Nightcrawler and carried the name Nightcrawler over to The X-Men. He was an amazing acrobat and skilled in hand to hand combat; he was planning on bringing his adopted sister to live with him at the institute as soon as possible.

A large man with glasses closed the door behind him. The man held a physique much like a gorilla, he was strong and sturdy. Hank McCoy was a scientist in every field; he had genius level intelligence only rivaled by the Professor. Hank was the current team doctor and was very good at his job. When not researching in his lab he is training for the dangerous missions of The X-Men. Hank was amazing at hand to hand combat, and fought with Brazilian martial arts styles; earning his alias name, Beast. Beast placed a hand at the back of the couch and looked up at Charles.

Charles had a soft smile on his face looking at some of his favourite 'students' and remembering all the good they had done as a team. "Mystique has attacked the oval office…"

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Chapter 7 is done! Sorry that there wasn't much Romy in this, but they have agreed to try a relationship! And Rogue is going to learn how to become intimate. I hope you liked the normal versions of my favourite X-Men. Any suggestions or complaints let me know.

Oh, and in case some of you were wondering Mystique let her children leave without killing them because she is a little less heartless than you think, we'll find out later. Also Magneto felt it was his time to pass, so he only stabbed her instead of killing her. I've been toying with the idea of having him come back to life and sacrifice his life to save someone else and have him die before he could explain why he was alive; let me know what you think about that. Reviews are welcome.