Disclaimer: Remy, Rogue, and all other X-men used belong to Marvel. Story is an alternate reality story. NYPD=new york police department.
Authors Note: Here is my Remy/Rogue alternate reality series. I use other X character throughout the story. Read it and Write a Review so I know what y'all think! There is a story titled "On the Beat" by KazeRogue and Kat Smith; that is similar to this fic. as far as basic plot, but much different in storyline developments. Still being a big fan of KazeRogue I encourage you to read it if you see it posted somewhere.
-the Rogue
Stolen Hearts
Rogues eyes unsuccessfully scanned everywhere for the stranger she had just meet; he was gone without a trace. Where did he disappear to? He was gorgeous, ah coulda drooled! That long auburn hair, accent-What did he mean "Je vais vu toi maintes bientot ma chere, adieu"-is that French and if so what does it mean?! Her thoughts consumed her even as she entered NYPD headquarters.
"Rogue!" Lt. Summers was again on her back.
"Geez Lt. Ya don't have ta yell ahm right here."
"Maybe if you would have answered the first time."
Rogue looked up at him a bit confused, "Sorry sur ah musta blanked out or something."
"Well there is a woman here to see you, says she might have some information on your case. I suggest you speak with her immediately. I sent her to wait in your office."
"Thanks Lieutenant."
Rogue went directly to her office where sat a woman she had never seen before. The woman was attractive, but showed no emotion in her facial expression. Rogue introduced herself without hesitation, "Ahm Rogue Darkholme, NYPD and ya are?"
"You may address me simply as Candra-I like your office; it's unpretentious, but lovely none the less."
Despite the strangers casual tone Rogue decided not to beat around the bush, "So Miss Candra ah hear you have some information that may be of some use to mah."
"Well from what I understand you are trying to catch a master thief?"
"Yeah that's true."
"Well let me enlighten you about Gambit, you see he-"
"Wait you know em?"
"Arent you a smart little detective. As I was saying hes quite charming especially with women, but horribly untrustworthy.. leaving his fiancée Bell, that poor girl Genevieve, and theres the-"
"How do you know all this?"
"I warn you girl to stop interrupting me. Now getting to the point he is an exiled member of the thieves guild in New Orleans. I have been looking for him for sometime and thought maybe you would be my key to finding him-"
"Exiled? Why? Why are you looking for him?" Rogues curiosity consumed her.
"Silence! You interrupt me for the last time. I see now that it is my mistake in coming here, you police officers know much less of the world's affairs then you pretend to."
*Poof* Candra vanished leaving only a cloud of smoke behind. Rogue blinked twice to make sure she wasnt dreaming. Strange, me and mah big mouth..shoulda let her talk. It seemed like she was tryin to enlist mah help, but why me? And what is her connection to the thief, why does she want to find him?
Candra's visit created more questions than it answered.
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Meeting Rogue face to face so soon had been a mistake, but Remy Lebeau was sure she was clueless as to who he was. Besides meeting her in the park like that had been a real treat, hes only regret was having to leave her so suddenly. Blending inconspicuously with the rest of society the thief walked into a small café. He searched for a moment and proceeded to sit at a small table occupied by another man.
"Remy, mon frere, when you learn dat its bad form to always be late."
"Nice to see you too Henri."
After their initial greeting the two men spoke freely only stopping to order their food.
"And what can I get for you two gentlemen." Asked their watiress.
"Gentlemen dats quite a compliment." Henri laughed, "All have the bowtie pasta mix et some merci."
Looking at her name tag Remy grinned, "Jubilation thats a nice name chere." Satisfied that he got the young waitress to blush Remy ordered, "I'll just have an expresso chere."
The waitress giggled as she took their menus and left them to their conversation.
"I swear Remy is any woman safe from you? When will you learn to control dat charm of yours"
"Dere gonna have to exile me from de planet first."
Henri's smile faded, "Dat is what brings me here Remy. I have message from poppa."
"Why not poppa come here den and deliver it himself."
"Remy you know poppa been swamped with guild business since your exile. De assassins not happy dat de merge didnt occur and-"
"Henri you know I don't wanna hear bout de guilds anymore-Im done with it now, on my own."
"Oh yeah I forgot big master thief now on his own, Remy you can't abandon your famille. Poppa want me ta tell you dat he know you not love Bell and dats why you did it and he want you to be careful..not try and come back to New Orleans or you'll be killed for sure. He not hate you or Bell."
"Hows Bell?"
"Dat mon frere I do not know, haven't seen her since you exile." Henir decided it best to change the subject, "So Gambit know he got the NYPD on his trail?"
"Oui., but not de entire nypd- a young femme detective, Rogue Darkholme. You know of her?"
"I remember de name, she a mutant?"
"Oui."
"I'm not sure, but if I heard the name before I think it was in a news report I saw on the destruction of Ms. Marvel. I doubt its her since shes a cop, but this woman absorbed Ms. Marvels flight and superstrength through her own mutant power. I couda sworn her name was Rogue.."
"Flight and superstrength, tres impressive. Did de report say she absorbed dem permanently?"
"You think its de same woman?"
"De one and only."
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2 Days ago that Candra came to my office and I havent been able to make sense of it yet! She often took her lunch breaks on top of the 21-story skyscraper down the street from NYPD headquarters. The building wasn't anything special (in fact she didnt even know what it was for) but the view was breathtaking. There she could put the street, city, maybe someday her life into perspective. Flying does have its advantages. Still she knew deep down inside that she wasnt meant to fly, Carol Danvers was. Her only comfort was trying each and everyday to make up for it…"
-Beep Beep-
The emergency call sound from her cell phone went off. She looked down seeing the new message on the screen. Son of a gun.
Rogue flew as fast as she could to the NY natural history museum. There a precious Egyptian artifact (the golden Fayium lock box) had just been stolen. This highly secured and valued item had just been stolen in broad daylight during museum visiting hours! He is a true master Rogue had sent every cop in the district directly to the museum. As she arrived she noted with satisfaction that the place was surrounded by police. Atleast it wont be easy for em to escape
Flashing her badge to the police guarding the entrance Rogue quickly made her way inside the museum. It was a mess, the cops almost outnumbered the visitors and nobody was allowed to leave until they were scanned for the box. You're here somewhere ah know it Rogue hurried towards an uncrowded exhibit at the other end of the museum were only few security officers had begun searching. Mebbe your hidin out She looked for anything suspicious about the civilians she passed. Hmm upstairs perhaps She looked over to a set a stairs and gasped! There on the bottom step was a magnolia, identical to the one she had received on her desk! She grabbed the flower and frantically ran up to the 2nd floor. There was a sign that read "botanical green house and conservatory" Decisively she entered. Empty.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Took ya long enough chere."
By reaction she forcefully flipped the man over her head. Yet instead of hitting the ground hard he was able to roll to his feet gracefully. "So I guess ya do got de superstrength." Rogue turned around to capture him.
She dropped the flower and could only stare. Cajun, strange red on black eyes, leather jacket, graceful, young, attractive- he had to be the thief, but that wasnt all Rogue immediately connected his image to the beautiful stranger she had meet the other day. Ah shoulda known that was him, what was ah thinkin! Finally she spoke, "Yah bumped into mah in the park didnt yah?"
"Oui." He picked up the flower and gave it to her, "See ya got my gift, magnolias are a belle fleur neh? Dey beautiful like you."
"What are you playin at swamp rat?" Rogue demanded ignoring his flirting.
Gambit grinned at the remark, "Relax chere."
"Relax? Im the cop and you're the bad guy and…" she was lost for words.
There was a pause in their meeting. The thief stared into her eyes and she stared back. Something passed between the two neither could describe with words. For a moment frozen in time both studied each other silently. Growing uncomfortable by this Rogue broke eye contact. With the moment gone the thief spoke.
"Gambit not dat bad, dere are much worse criminals out dere, some right under your nose."
"What do ya mean?"
Both were then momentarily distracted by the sound of approaching policemen. When Rogue turned around he wasn't there anymore, then she heard his voice. "Auvoir for now, but we may meet again n'est pas?" He was up on the green house's glass roof.
Not wanting him to get away Rogue flew after him. He was running on the roof with incredible balance. When she had almost caught up flying he had gracefully slipped through a skylight, Rogue followed and found herself in the crowded main room of the museum. The thief was nowhere to be found, but she knew he was somewhere well hidden. She ended the chase knowing he had skillfully won this round, but she didnt despair. Ah'll get you yet Rogue smiled to herself and whispered, "Je vais vu toi maintes"
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