Rogue looked in upon the crowded dance floor absent-mindedly checking all exposed skin was covered. A gentle hand tightened around her slim wrist and pulled her into the middle of the dance floor. The drumming beats filled her body, caressing each inch of her being until she was moving with her own grace to the music while the world around her was simply forgotten. In the darkened corner beyond her sight glowing eyes watched her move entranced by the flow and elegance of her body. Her body continued to swaying moving in time with the beats while unknown to her lurking eyes watched from the distance while another wished to be with her rather than fighting and battle against their own family, their flesh and blood.

Rogue pulled her self from the twisted sheets, as her emerald eyes remained closed from the new light of the day. She moved easily through her room and out towards the stairs in an act of being blind. She easily found her way down the stairs and to the kitchen barely stumbling through her simple act of blindness created through her closed eyes. In the kitchen her eyes revealed themselves as tiny slits to allow her to find her way through the emptiness. She found all she needed and set about pouring herself a fresh cup of newly brewed coffee before setting in down on the table and closing the slits of her eyes off to the light again. She breathed in the fresh brewed coffee smell before taking a small sip unaware of the new entrance in the room.

"Morning chere" the newcomer voice letting her know he was there

Rogue jolted in shock visibly glad her mug of coffee was safely set on the table.

"Morning" she replied opening her eyes and turning to greet the stranger

Her eyes widened as she looked upon his glowing red on black eyes, a visible sign of his mutation held within his blood.

"Remy" he said holding out a glowed hand to greet her

"Rogue" she replied cautiously taking his hand within her own

She watched as he moved to get his own mug of coffee before settling in the seat opposite her. He eyed the girl before him as she drank avoiding looking towards him at any cost her eyes always focused on another part of the room. He noted her flesh was cover completely with no pale skin exposed unless necessary. His eyes followed her body as she moved from the table depositing her cup in the sink before exiting the room no second glances back. He figured she'd be a challenge, he loved challenges though and this one would be fun. It was just too bad he didn't have any competition to compete against.

Back at his home Angel faced the challenge of his father. No one had dared to stand up to him before but he wasn't going to let his father release a cure that wasn't needed. Part of him knew he was fighting a losing battle but he had to try for the sake of mutant kind. He stared at his fathers deep blue eyes daring him to back down though neither would. Angel didn't want to give in but he wouldn't win, his father was too strong-minded and would release the cure in a world where in wasn't needed. Leap forward Angel felt the brush of movement as his father moved away as he crashed through the window his father had stood in front only moments ago. His wings unfurled as they exited the gap and moments later they caught the wind. He would go to the place where he could be more helpful, where mutants were welcome and not discriminated. He would be more help there than he was fighting a losing battle alone against his father. Once the cure was released it would have to just be up to mutant kind to band together and prove it was unwanted by many if not all. It was going to take the majority to outvote the cure now; one person just couldn't do it.

A/N: A spicy cajun has now entered the mix and Angel is on his way home, but who will win Rogue over, Remy or Angel. The race is on. Please review.