Rogue wandered around the abandoned warehouse. The whole prospect of this
mission seemed very strange and she just couldn't shake the feeling that
something was off. The whole team was spread out on this old army base, but
leave it to perfect Jeanie to send her to the abandoned warehouse.
"Why do Ah always get stuck doin' this crap?" She asked aloud to herself.
"So dat Remy can have dis fine chance t' see you, chere."
Rogue narrowed her eyes as she turned and looked at the all too familiar Cajun.
"What are you doin' here Swamp Rat?" she asked not in the mood to deal with him at the moment.
"Can't a man just drop in t' say bonsoir?"
"No."
He smiled at her and stepped forward, noticing with increasing pleasure that she didn't step away.
"Aw, come now, fille. Warm up t' Gambit."
"You don't strike meh as someone who enjoys chess."
"I 'd like t' think dat I know a few tricks when it comes t' logic."
He reached out and touched her shoulder and it took all of Rogue's energy not to rip off his head then and there. To him this was a game and she wanted to play a too.
"So what? That makes meh a pawn."
"No, chere. You be de queen."
"And you?" She asked leaning in closer so that their faces where only inches apart.
"The king."
"Check." She cooed.
"Check mate."
It was then that Rogue kneed him in the groin.
"Glad you agree. Consider yourself defeated, Gambit. What ever you and your big, bad boss are trying to pull by doing this, Ah'm not buyin' it. Ah'm on to you Swamp Rat and if you ever try to kiss me again, Ah'll make you wish that you never left the bayou."
She walked outside smiling to herself. She met back at the rendezvous point to find that everyone was back, all empty handed.
"We found nothing. What about you, Rogue?" Jean asked.
"Nothin' of importance."
*~*~*
Rogue hated flying. Piloting was ok, but being a passenger sucked. For as fancy as the x-jet was, it smelled like feet. A smell Rogue didn't particularly like. Nobody seemed to be aware of it though. She didn't know what bothered her more, the actual smell or the lack of action against it. I mean was good hygiene so much to ask from people?
Scott caught up to her after they both had changed out of their uniforms. Rogue had on black sweat pants and a thin, gray long sleeved shirt with the usual black gloves. Scott was in khakis and a red sweatshirt.
"Did this mission seem, well, suspicious to you?" Rogue asked they headed to her room
"Yeah, I just don't see Magneto's point of that mission. What did he want? Why have us fly all the way out to Minnesota for a dud mission?"
Their question was soon answered as soon as they saw the state of Rogue's room.
Curtains were torn, her bed was ripped, books were everywhere, and clothes were shredded. Her desk drawers had bee ripped out of place and emptied all over the room.
"Oh my god." Scott breathed.
Rogue slowly walked further into her room. Trashing her room? Something definitely wasn't right about this. It was right about then that she threw caution to the wind as she suddenly realized that anything and everything she owned was ruined. Gone.
She was in such a state of shock that she didn't notice the needle sized holes in her walls and ceiling or that there were small disks strategically placed around her room. The mess was just a diversion.
Her room was bugged and she had no idea that Magneto could see and hear her at that very moment.
A/N: Sorry this took so long. I just plopped in front of the computer and wrote this not knowing that it was going to end. I myself am surprised by this, but hey, it works. (For me anyway.) The whole Gambit thing.......if you get it, good for you. If you don't and want me to explain it, tell me. Just decided to give Scott a little competition.
Tell me if you like.
"Why do Ah always get stuck doin' this crap?" She asked aloud to herself.
"So dat Remy can have dis fine chance t' see you, chere."
Rogue narrowed her eyes as she turned and looked at the all too familiar Cajun.
"What are you doin' here Swamp Rat?" she asked not in the mood to deal with him at the moment.
"Can't a man just drop in t' say bonsoir?"
"No."
He smiled at her and stepped forward, noticing with increasing pleasure that she didn't step away.
"Aw, come now, fille. Warm up t' Gambit."
"You don't strike meh as someone who enjoys chess."
"I 'd like t' think dat I know a few tricks when it comes t' logic."
He reached out and touched her shoulder and it took all of Rogue's energy not to rip off his head then and there. To him this was a game and she wanted to play a too.
"So what? That makes meh a pawn."
"No, chere. You be de queen."
"And you?" She asked leaning in closer so that their faces where only inches apart.
"The king."
"Check." She cooed.
"Check mate."
It was then that Rogue kneed him in the groin.
"Glad you agree. Consider yourself defeated, Gambit. What ever you and your big, bad boss are trying to pull by doing this, Ah'm not buyin' it. Ah'm on to you Swamp Rat and if you ever try to kiss me again, Ah'll make you wish that you never left the bayou."
She walked outside smiling to herself. She met back at the rendezvous point to find that everyone was back, all empty handed.
"We found nothing. What about you, Rogue?" Jean asked.
"Nothin' of importance."
*~*~*
Rogue hated flying. Piloting was ok, but being a passenger sucked. For as fancy as the x-jet was, it smelled like feet. A smell Rogue didn't particularly like. Nobody seemed to be aware of it though. She didn't know what bothered her more, the actual smell or the lack of action against it. I mean was good hygiene so much to ask from people?
Scott caught up to her after they both had changed out of their uniforms. Rogue had on black sweat pants and a thin, gray long sleeved shirt with the usual black gloves. Scott was in khakis and a red sweatshirt.
"Did this mission seem, well, suspicious to you?" Rogue asked they headed to her room
"Yeah, I just don't see Magneto's point of that mission. What did he want? Why have us fly all the way out to Minnesota for a dud mission?"
Their question was soon answered as soon as they saw the state of Rogue's room.
Curtains were torn, her bed was ripped, books were everywhere, and clothes were shredded. Her desk drawers had bee ripped out of place and emptied all over the room.
"Oh my god." Scott breathed.
Rogue slowly walked further into her room. Trashing her room? Something definitely wasn't right about this. It was right about then that she threw caution to the wind as she suddenly realized that anything and everything she owned was ruined. Gone.
She was in such a state of shock that she didn't notice the needle sized holes in her walls and ceiling or that there were small disks strategically placed around her room. The mess was just a diversion.
Her room was bugged and she had no idea that Magneto could see and hear her at that very moment.
A/N: Sorry this took so long. I just plopped in front of the computer and wrote this not knowing that it was going to end. I myself am surprised by this, but hey, it works. (For me anyway.) The whole Gambit thing.......if you get it, good for you. If you don't and want me to explain it, tell me. Just decided to give Scott a little competition.
Tell me if you like.