(A/N: I really am a dumb ass. I can't believe I put this out there in the first place with so many damn mistakes. Well, I've fixed it up, added some details I wanted…blah, blah, blah…I'm boring myself now with my own stupid jabber. Just read and enjoy the new and improved "New Roomates In Past Thieves".)

FYI:

~Personal Thoughts~

~"Inner Voices"~

ESP

[Flashback]

"Normal Conversation (Duh)"

ROGUE

"Hullo." Ah could see now that the girl was a good three inches taller then meh but Ah couldn't see any signs of mutation on her. ~That's just great, some freak shows up an' Ah can't tell anythin' about her from her appearance. What the hell was the point of all of Logan's trainin'?~

"Who are ya, an' what do ya want?" Ah could see now that the boy's resemblance ta Remy stopped right after height an' hair color. Not only was he clean-shaven an' had shorter hair, but he wasn't angular an' lanky but toned an' muscular like Piotr. Ah continued ta glare at the girl though.

"My names Elisabeth and this is my brother, Brian, and we're here to see Remy LeBeau. He does live here right?" ~Who is she an' how does she know Remy? REMY!~

~"Oui, mon Cherie. What is it?"~

~Who is she?~

~"Remy don't know her, must have met her after y' absorbed Remy."~

~Oh, that's real comfortin' considerin' that would be after we started datin'.~ The girl started inta a fit of gigglin' that could have easily competed with Kitty. "What's so funny?"

"Luv, you're completely jealous, I'm not here to steal your boyfriend or anything."

"Ah am not jealous, what makes ya think Ah am?"

"Well, I don't even have to use my powers to tell you're the jealous girlfriend Remy's told me all about. That would make you Rogue, right?"

"Yeah, but ya still haven't told meh how ya know Remy." Ah opened the door more ta let them in against mah better judgement.

"BETSY! What are y' doing here?" Remy had come inta the room, probably ta make sure it hadn't been an axe murder, either that or he lost another game of chess ta Beast.

"Ya know her?"

"Um, well, oui, we worked t'get'er."

"In New Orleans?"

"Non, England."

"When were ya in England?" Ah was bein' completely ignored at this point which just pissed meh off all the more.

"Well luv, you told me if I was ever down on my luck to drop by here. If I'm ever down on luck, it's now, especially now that you creamed Sinister. Why didn't you tell me you were gonna kick the shit's ass?" ~Did she just call him 'luv'? She's so dead!~

"Sorry, but I didn't know I was doing it neit'er."

"How does she know 'bout Sinister? Hello…" ~Ya shit, how dare ya ignore meh! Ah'm ya girlfriend remember…Ah'm standin' right under ya nose an' ya completely ignorin' meh!~

"Hey, you've stopped talking in third person. Thank God, it was a little annoying for an entire week, I don't know how I'd handle it long term."

"A week, long term…would someone please tell meh what's goin' on?"

"Cherie, t'is is Betsy Braddock, we worked t'get'er in England."

"Yeah, Ah got that part. But when? Why?"

"Oh, um, well, y' see, when I left in September t' work for Sinister he had me work wit' Pyslocke here."

"Ya left me in a New York Bar ta work with this bimbo!"

"I'm not a bimbo! And you really don't have room to talk, luv." She was lookin' meh over an' examinin' the boxer shorts an' revealin' tank top Ah had put on.

"Shut up! Remy LeBeau, it's bad enough what ya did ta meh, but this…this just tops the cake."

"Cherie, we were partners on a job, t'at's it."

"Right, an' Ah'm the Queen of England."

"Well, y' are de Queen of my heart, but not England Cherie."

"Ah ought ta choke ya right now ya filthy lyin' Swamp Rat."

"Rogue, that's enough. Please, treat our guests with respect." The professor came wheelin' in with Logan right behind him. Logan looked about as pleased as Ah did about our 'guests'.

"GUESTS! This girl…she…grrr!"

"She has done nothing wrong. She's here to ask for our help, and that is what we are going to do—help her."

"Ah ain't helpin' no bimbo, that stole mah boyfriend for a week!"

"I didn't steal him, I stole a jewel with him. There's a big difference there, luv."

"T'at's what I've been trying t' tell y', Cherie."

"Elisabeth, Brian, why don't you come into my office where we can discuss some matters." The professor wheeled back outta the room with the two 'guests' close behind him.

GAMBIT

"Why didn't ya tell meh about this?"

"I didn't t'ink it was important, Cherie." Logan was watching us like a hawk, probably waiting for de moment when Marie gave him de ok t' tear me limb from limb.

"Ya don't think much when it comes ta meh, do ya Swamp Rat?"

"I'm sorry, Cherie." I honestly was sorry, but she was completely livid at de moment and was in no mood for forgiving. "We'll talk later when y' calm down." Her eyes were literally burning red at the mere suggestion of putting de conversation off one minute.

"No, we're talkin' 'bout this now."

"What do y' want t' know, Cherie?"

"Everythin', an' ya ain't leavin' out a single detail this time."

"T'is could be a long story."

"Ah got the time if ya do." I took elbow and led her int' de library. "Hey, what the…let meh go!"

"Shh…I just want t' talk in privacy wit'out Wolvie over t'ere ripping me t' shreds." I pushed her inside de room and shut and locked de door behind me. *BANG!

"GUMBO! You better open this door up right now!"

"Mon dieu, can't a homme talk t' de femme in peace?"

"You've got five minutes, Gumbo, before I tear this door off it's hinges."

"Start talkin', Swamp Rat."

"What is it, wit' all t'ese mean nicknames?"

PSYLOCKE

We were following an older gentleman down a hall. It was just a guess that he was Professor Xavier. Well, Brian this is it.

We wouldn't have to do this if you hadn't…

Hey, I know, luv. But keep in mind this guy's a telepath, just like me. So you have to watch what you think.

You're very observant, Elisabeth.

Of course, luv. Comes with being a telepath, right?

Hmm…yes. We entered an enormous office that had so many expensive items hanging from the walls and decorating the room that my thief instinct wanted to take over.

We want to be welcomed to stay, so stop scoping the place out.

Since when did you become a telepath, Brian?

Don't need to be one to see you're staking out a room.

"I'd like to welcome you both to the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. I'd also like to apologize for Rogue's rudeness, she's actually a very nice girl."

"Just the jealous type, huh?"

"Unfortunately, yes, but we're here to talk about you." He pulled two file folders out of a drawer and began writing in them. "Now Elisabeth do you have any other powers other than telepathy?"

"I really prefer Betsy or Psylocke, and I can create this blade thing using my powers." He looked up at me but not with fear, or questioning, it was more of curiosity.

"What about you, Brian." Brian rattled off his powers in his bored monotone that he usually used on me when he was lecturing.

"Heightened strength, agility, and flight." Xavier scribbled down some notes in his folder before closing them. He closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his temple and I just barely caught what he was saying since it wasn't directed at me.

Rogue, Remy, please come to my office.

GAMBIT

We sat down across from each other at de library table t'at was still littered wit' books no one had put back yet. I sighed before I started my explanation.

"Cherie, when I left wit' John he took me straight t' Sinister at t'at warehouse. Sinister t'en told me I was t' go t' England and steal a jewel from Angel."

"Wait, ya mean Warren?"

"Oui, I was also told I was going t' be working wit' someone from over t'ere. I protested saying I worked alone, but y' don't ever tell Sinister what t' do. When I showed up in England, I was greeted by Betsy. I didn't even know I was t' be working wit' a girl, I swear."

"Ya shouldn't swear, Swamp Rat."

"Oui, I shouldn't. We spent four nights staking out Angel's home watching his movements, so forth so forth, all t'ings good t'ieves do." She gave me an accusing look after t'is. "Not'ing happened. For de most part we passed de time talking about our families and all t'at good shit. T'at's when I told her t' come here if she was ever down and out. She's a damn good telepat' t', because almost immediately she picked up on me missing y'.

"On de fift' night, we made our move. It was simple, easy, and Angel don't even know who done it. We were in and out in less t'en fifteen minutes." I grinned in pride as I remembered how well t'at job had gone off. From Marie, I received a killer glare. "But stealing is not right, Cherie, but I had t' do it or else Sinister would have killed y'." Despite my defense she was still looking pissed off wit' me. "De next night I was on a plane home from England t' deliver de jewel, and get back t' y'."

Rogue, Remy, please come to my office.

I got up and offered Marie my hand. She reluctantly took it as we went back t'rough de library doors where Logan was keeping a close watch. We entered de professor's office t' find Betsy and Brian still sitting t'ere in front of his desk.

"T'is a bad time? We'll come back."

"No, I'd like you to show them to their new rooms. Rogue, Betsy will be sharing a room with you and Kitty, while Remy I'd like you to show Brian to Kurt's room."

I nodded my head but Rogue was fuming. "Ah have ta share mah room with her!"

"Yes, Rogue, and after a while, I'm sure the two of you will get along just fine."

"Ah highly doubt it." She stormed back out of de room and stood impatiently in de hall while de t'ree of us came out as well. "Well, are ya comin'?"

"Sure thing, luv." Betsy shrugged as Brian and I walked down de hall in de opposite direction so t'at we could get t' de boy's wing.

"She won't kill my sister will she?"

"Non, she's just playing de good jealous girlfriend." I smiled at de t'ought of Rogue being jealous. "You don't seem t' talk much, not'ing like y' sister."

"Yeah, you'd never suspect we're twins. I'm the good one and she's the rebel. It kind of evens out that way."

PSYLOCKE

"Well, here it is—our room." She cringed as she said this but I was to busy gaping at the scene before me. There were three beds, one completely pink, one was an emerald green, and the last one had a comforter on it that looked like it belonged to a motel. I threw my single bag down on this bed.

"I'm guessing this one's mine, since it's not in someone's favorite color already."

"Yeah." She sat down on her's which was the green one and picked up a magazine from of the floor, which was littered with clothes, books, and cds. The other bed looked completely immaculate, and you'd never guess there was another girl who had ever come in here.

"Our roomate, Kitty, she must be a neat freak."

"Uh huh." She didn't look up from her magazine as she flipped the page. I tossed the two or three shirts I'd brought with me onto the ground to give my side of the room for a homier look.

"Doesn't that just get on your nerves how someone can be so organized. Once I get some stuff it's gonna be all over the place."

"Yeah, right. Ya remind meh ta much of Jean for meh ta see that happenin'."

"Who's Jean?"

"She's the 'perfect one' around here. She's a telepath too, even looks like ya but has red hair." I turned to look into the mirror and examined my blonde hair.

"I was actually thinking about a change. What do you think about blue?"

"Blue what?" She looked up over her magazine to watch me in the mirror.

"Hair of course, I'm really tired of letting my natural hair color show."

"Naw…blue's overrated. Ah think ya should go with purple."

"Now purple I can see. So when can we sneak out of this place to do some shopping?"

"We don't really have to sneak out. We just tell the professor an' go."

"Well, you do when you steal one of those way cool bikes down there."

"No way! Ah ain't dumb enough ta steal Logan's bike. Ya might as well jump off a cliff 'cause ya stand the same chance of survivin'."

"This coming from the girl who calls him 'Wolvie'?"

"Hey how'd ya know that? Nevermind, ya damn telepath's just need ta mind ya own business." I laughed. ~This girl is gonna be a lot of fun.~

"So what are your powers, luv?"

"Ah absorb people's life forces, their memories, their powers, everythin' about them becomes a part of meh."

"Whoa, that's pretty hard core."

"Yeah, an' they stay with meh. Right now Ah've got three people constantly arguin' in mah head." She laughed as if this was funny as she tossed her one magazine aside and picked up a new one.

"So who's in your head, anyway?"

"Logan, Kitty, an' Remy. Let's just say Ah aborbed them all about three months ago, so Logan despises Remy, Remy despises Logan, Kitty agrees with Logan on everythin' but thinks Remy's a total hottie so agrees with him as well. It gets pretty complicated since they all try an' play mah conscience."

"That would get complicated. You haven't absorbed anybody else though, I mean not even by accident?"

"Ah'm pretty careful, that's why Ah wear so many layers." I looked at the skimpy amount of clothing she had on and found it hard to believe she ever dressed in layers. "Ok, so Ah only dress in layers when all the dweebs are here."

"So you're a rebel too?"

"Ah guess ya could say that."

"Great! 'Cause I'm so tired of Brian being a spoilsport on everything. He doesn't seem to believe in the sticky finger discount."

"Well, Ah don't either. Just because Ah'm datin' a thief doesn't mean Ah like what he does."

"So you're trying to change him, luv?"

"No, Ah like him just how he is, even if he can be overconfident, cocky, stupid, an' sneaky." She was smiling though as she said this so I doubt she meant much of it.

GAMBIT

"So mon ami, what do y' t'ink?"

"It's nice. Where's my sister's room?"

"Just down de hall. I can get t'ere wit' my eyes closed by now." I winked as I headed back out of Kurt's and now Brian's room t'wards Rogue's. I knocked on de door and received a chorus in reply.

"Come in!"

"Bonsoir, Cherie, Petite." I found Marie sitting on her bed as Betsy played wit' her hair in de mirror. I sat down next t' Marie and put an arm around her waist. She playfully pushed me back and I fell down landing wit' my head on de pillow.

"Remy what are ya gonna do when Kitty gets back? She has a hard enough time understandin' ya, an' now ya've gone an' named someone else Petite."

"I'll just have a Petite 1 and a Petite 2." I put my hands behind my head and laid t'ere cofortably.

"I'm not petite though, luv."

"Non, y' not. Would y' prefer Grande?" Betsy spun around quickly and gave me a look of shock and horror.

"Uh…no, I think I'll take Petite over that."

"So when do ya want ta go ta the mall?"

"As soon as possible! I need clothes, make up, jewelry, accessories, a dye job, the whole nine yards!"

"That's a lot, sister."

"Yeah I know, but I didn't bring hardly anything with me and neither did you, Brian."

"Well, de mall is closed t'morrow. We could go Monday, but de place is surely going t' be packed wit' last minute Christmas shoppers."

"Ah don't think it can get any worse than it was before. We might as well go then because the after Christmas sales are gonna be killers ta get through."

"Aww…mon Cherie, y' ain't going t' de big sale?"

"Nope, since Kitty's not here ta drag meh ta it, Ah ain't goin'." I pulled her down next t' me and whispered playfully in her ear.

"Can I talk y' int' it?"

"No, so don't waste ya breathe, Sugah."

"Alright, but at least y' stopped calling me Swamp Rat."

"Well if you prefer that, it's fine by meh."

"Non, Sugar is good. But anyt'ing y' call me is good." She smiled as I kissed her forehead before she sat back up.

"So Monday it is."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Aww…shucks I've never had Rogue tell Remy she loves him. Thanks for pointing that out in the reviews. I feel like a complete dumb ass now. I'll have to get that written in somehow someway. See reviews are a good thing! Your voice is heard on reviews, so voice your opinions!

Ok, I've gotten one idea so far for a Rogue to Remy gift: Love coupons, ever heard of them? They're a book of coupons where you do crap like back rubs, all that good stuff? See I'm pathetic, I need advice. *Sob! Woe is me, HELP! *Groveling. I'M IN DESPERATE NEED OF HELP!