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is an alternate reality story. NYPD=new york police department.
Authors Note: Here is my Remy/Rogue alternate reality series. I use other X characters 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
* It has been quite awhile since I posted anything on fanfic.net. Part of it's because I lost interest, part cuz the site's changed a lot (some 4 the better some 4 the worse), and part because I've been really busy-Life has changed a lot for me. Still I continue to get reviews here and there and even a couple emails of praise so I just want to give a big THANKS to my supporters!
~Je vais tu toi maintes is suppose to mean "I will see you again soon" However, I've discovered in my French class you do not use the future proche for will be you use the regular future, so the correct translation would be" Je vous reverrai bientôt" Just a little info for all you French speakers! Hopefully my error doesn't detract from the story~
1
2 Stolen Hearts
Casually Sgt. Eric Magnus Lehnsherr sipped his glass of green tea and leaned back in his black leather chair. On his desk was a large stack of papers, looking back at the circled figure on the top sheet of paper he smiled. His private organization was doing very well this quarter, with its earnings totaling an impressive six-digit sum. It wasn't the money that really interested him anymore though, it was the power that money helped create. Ever since his induction into the force the ambitious man had masterfully made connections that he would eventually connect into his own private work force. Making deals with the unlawful and using his position to bribe the powerful he was able to mold people to carry out his own intentions. He had plenty of foolish criminals totally loyal to him and several powerful politicians and leaders under his thumb. And the best part was no one at the force even suspected, he played the role of hard working police Sgt. quite well. No one knew that the tactful man made everyone of his orders and decisions for a reason other than his duty to the law. A duty which from the start became replaced with a duty to himself.
He proceeded to flip through the different cases he had assigned his officers on, stopping on one that was a personal interest to him, "I wonder just how my southern bell is doing with that deviant thief…"
He had a great personal interest in both Rogue and Gambit. The cocky shithead thief had gone back on an arrangement they had made and as a result had something that he desperately desired. Rogue on the other hand had become a certain fascination of his from the time he began working with the brotherhood he had an eye on her and her powers. It was she that ultimately had lead him to destroy the brotherhood, oh yes her training, career had all been a little side project of his. A project he hoped would someday be one of his greatest achievements. The present situation was almost too perfect, he even surprised himself. He would get to see if Rogue's training paid off (which he had all the confidence in), be able to gain more control over her, and get some revenge on a certain thief. Ahh yes things were working out well…
A knock at the door interrupted his private thoughts, "You may enter." A tall muscular man came into view. "Ah Mr. Creed." Eric greeted him, "What may I do for you."
He then noticed that Creed was not alone, he was forcefully escorting a shaking, toadish looking man with him. "And who is our guest?"
Creed growled, "Found him sniffing around where he's not suppose to."
"Snoop he may be, that's no way to treat a guest." Eric nodded to where Creed was gripping the weak man's collar forcefully. Creed responded by sitting the man down in one of Lehnsherr's office chairs. Eric smiled and continued, "What's your name?"
"Mortt-imer, Mortimer Toynbee." The man stuttered.
"Now Mr. Toynbee what pray tell were you doing trespassing on my private property?"
The man was silent, as his shaking increased.
"Well if your not going to answer me Mr. Toynbee then seeing as you've already been acquainted you can speak with Mr. Creed. However, I assure he does not have the same patience I posses."
Panicked the puny man spoke in a jumble, "I was sent…sent by Congressman Shaw."
"Oh, is congressman Shaw sick of me blackmailing him, let me guess he sent you to dig up something on me so he'd return me the favor."
Mortimer Toynbee gulped. "Well it's a shame my dear fellow that you will be unable to carry out you're orders. Magnus signaled to Creed, who left the room with his hands firmly around Toynbee's neck.
His adversaries were weak and the only think standing in his way was a cocky, but pathetic thief.
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Sitting at the bar Rogue sighed deeply Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all she thought. She had ventured to a lively yet dangerous side of town where she knew from experience handfuls of criminals and those of a more questionable character hung out, all in hopes of getting some info on the thief Gambit.
Gambit- the very thought of his name caused a shiver down her spine. What were these unknown feelings her meeting with him provoked? She found him attractive no doubt about it, but also mysterious. She was unclear of his motives and reasoning, why meet her? Why give her clues to his identity? What interest did he have in her? These things as well as her own feelings confused her, shouldn't she be entirely focused on apprehending him?! She shouldn't be thinking these things, she decided she had to remain professional. She put a couple folded bills on the bar and exited the doors, completely oblivious of the two shadows following her.
Ah need a distraction, ah can't be sulking here alone tryin ta analyze mah feelings, ah got work to do! Decisively Rogue walked across the street to a major underground casino. If it weren't for her brotherhood days she would have never known about the place, even though it was huge. The entrance was through a tiny tarot card reading shop. If you asked to see "Hades card" Ms. Leo (the fortune teller) would lead you to a hidden stairway, which in fact lead to "Hade's Underworld Casino." Rogue scanned the impressive establishment with a smirk, it sure is a busy night tonight…
Weaving through all the tables, she sat down at the one with the highest stacks of chips. Mah theory is that since money talks, the more money these scumbags have, the more information ah can get outta'em.
Her action definitely did not go unnoticed. Not only did she stand out as the only woman present at the table, but also her leather pants/jacket definitely didn't match the expensive suits of the other rich gentlemen players. Rogue wasn't unaccustomed to drawing some attention and responded to their shocked expressions with laughter, "Now c'mon boys don't tell me y'all are afraid of some competition from lil ole me."
Her sassy comment awarded her smiles from the other men sitting at the table, "Not at all miss, not at all. As long as you know how to play."
Rogue played up the innocent southern bell act, "Ah think ah can manage."
"We're just waiting for that gentlemen over there to finish and then we'll begin." One of the men pointed to the table left of them. The man he was referring to wore a large trench coat and a boiler hat. He seemed to be very skillful as he had a vast more amount of chips in front of him then his competition.
"Why we waitin for him sugah, he seems like he's doin fine ovah there?"
"He's been here a couple times this week and each night he goes home with sack of chips and a woman. The waiters say he's got a longer streak of luck than they thought possible. Crock of sh*t if you ask me. So we were planning on challenging Mr. Lucky tonight and seeing just how good he really is."
As he explained two of the other men had approached "Mr. Lucky" and appeared to be asking him to join. From his body language it appeared to Rogue as if he was refusing. Rogue looked at him with intrigue and suddenly she found the man looking back at her. Embarrassed he caught her staring she looked away, but when she looked up again "Mr Lucky" and the two men were sitting at the table.
"Gentlemen and lady I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Diablo, he runs a successful communications company and is visiting here from Paris. It appears that this week he has set a record for most consecutive wins in Black Jack."
Mr. Diablo nodded his head as the men each stood up and introduced themselves. "So" the man left of Rogue asked, "I suggest we start with a few rounds of Black Jack, that is if Mr. Diablo does not mind putting his record on the line."
"Mais Oui." Mr. Diablo answered his accent, rich of proper French. "But first I need the name of the lovely mademoiselle."
Rogue looked up, a bit surprised. "Violet, mah name is Violet."
From there Mr. Diablo dealt the cards with amazing grace and speed. Rounds went by and no one seemed to notice. He was quite charming, talking the entire time about his work in communications. Giving particular tips to Rogue on playing cards.
This is a fun lil game of cards It was that thought that alerted Rogue. She was suppose to be doing work and here she was being entertained by a group on strangers, particularly Mr. Diablo. With that she decided to excuse herself, "Well boy ah think its time for mah to call it a night." Despite their protests Rogue walked quickly out of the casino.
Gambit frowned as detective Darkholme created herself an excuse to exit the card game. She had been the reason he had joined in the first place. Something about her just attracted him to her. Instead of more aggressivley declining the invitation to join this table when he saw her, he saw it as reason to come over. He looked away from his cards to watch her make her way to the door. As she opened the lobby doors, he saw two men jump off their barstools and follow her out. Uh-uh Without hesitation he left the game and went after her.
Rogue had been walking down the dark street when she got the feeling she was being followed. She quickly turned around to see two figures approaching her.
"Good day love!" One of them sneered.
Rogue's eyes widened when she realized the identity of her pursuers: Pyro and Avalanche. Two of her former teammates from her Brotherhood days. Fear entered her mind whenever a piece of her past was resurfaced. What the hell do they want!
"What do you want with mah Pyro?"
"What do we want? We heard the unthinkable. Ya know, we heard that you, Mystique's daughter had gone and become a cop on us, so we decided we'd come say hi to a new adversary. Ain't that right Lance, ole chap?"
With one stomp of his foot Avalanche had the entire sidewalk surrounding Rogue cave in on her. The rock had fallen on her in a way that she couldn't get any leverage. Without leverage her strength was no good, so she frantically tried to turn her body around to get some leverage. She stopped suddenly when she heard an explosion and then Pyro's screams.
"Now dat's no way ta treat a lady." Remy Lebeau declared swiping Pyro to the ground with his bow staff. Rogue got up just in time to see him throw another deck of charged cards at the running villains. Rogue starred at Remy intently knowing he was the thief and realizing with surprise he was in the same ensemble as Mr. Diablo, minus the boiler hat.
With Pyro and Avalanche fled, Gambit turned to look at Rogue, she was full of dust and gravel, plus had torn her jacket, but was otherwise unharmed. Both stood feet apart in silence for many moments.
Finally Rogue spoke, "Ah really don't know what ta say, Mr. Diablo."
The thief chuckled. "Remy think you need work on you're detective skills, Remy haven't lost a round yet."
Rogue was fuming she quickly reached into her jacket, pulled out her 33millimeter, and pointed it at the thief, "Put you're hands above you're head NOW!"
Wait a go Remy, now you've pissed her off. Remy put his hands up and walked towards her, "Dats not a good way ta thank someone for saving you're life."
Rogue frowned. He has a point, he didn't have to come rescue mah. I'm tired of playin his damn games though, what is he tryin tah do? "Fine cajun, run along and Ah'll let you go this time."
Remy put his hands down and continued moving forward till they were only inches apart, "Aww chere but where is the fun in dat? I'd like ta get ta know the woman dats tryin ta catch me."
No No No, Don't fall for his charm gal, he's playin games with you…"What'd ya have in mind sugah?"
"De night is young, How bout Remy take you out on the town, and show you how ta live it up?"
He's playin games with you, forget what you're feelin and remember yoah duty! "How bout ah wipe that smirk off yoah face? Ah'm done playin games with ya, now say auvoir or else!"
"Okay chere, no more games, I'll just walk you home."
"What is you're deal mistah?!"
"Remy went through all that trouble of makin sure you'd be alive ta chase me tommorow. I just wanna make sure you get home save, so my efforts didn't go tah waste."
"But what's gonna keep mah safe from you?"
"Trust me chere, ah don't wanna get my face smashed."
Rogue smiled. What could one walk hurt? Maybe ah can get somethin out of him to use against him. "Ah assume you know where mah apartment is…"
Remy chuckled and they began walking down the street together.
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It was around 1 AM, and Magnus still sat in his office contemplating how he was going to approach the upcoming NY Charity Ball. The evening held many opportunities, for he had many chances to make connections even stronger than the ones he currently possessed. There were many different means to achieve this, but finding the absolute best way was key.
He was caught completely off guard by a tap on his shoulder, he flung the intruder against the wall with one swift movement, and turn around to find the intruder was a woman.
She stood up with ease, "I thought the great Sgt. Magnus was gracious towards visitors, especially visitors holding promising propositions."
"Forgive me, but I do not tolerate being taken by surprise. Now how did you breach my office, and why?"
"I have many skill Magnus." The woman then cockily levitated herself to a seat directly across from Magnus.
"Who are you?"
"Candra. Are you familiar with a Remy Lebeau?"
"Quite. I believe Miss Candra, your reputation proceeds you and I apologize for us getting off on the wrong foot. Now what can I do for you?"
"I'm sure you're aware that he is an exiled member of the thieves guild. I have an interest in the guild and in him. I want to aid you in his capture and then acquire him from you. I can assure you my intentions for him are far less than cordial." She pulled out a jagged dagger for emphasis.
Magnus smiled lady luck was definitely his ally, "Since we have mutual interests I believe we can find a way to help each other and bring a certain thief to justice."
They both let out a sinister laugh that echoed through the night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So is Violet your real name?" The night sky was beautiful and Rogue was having a harder time staying on guard with every step they took.
"No." She answered simply.
"Well it only be fair chere dat you tell me your real name, I told ya mine."
"Sorry ta let ya down sugah but Ah aint tellin." Despite his disappointment Gambit couldn't help, but smile. Her emerald green eyes seemed to hypnotize him.
"These stars are amazing."
"Not as amazing as you." Remy breathed. The two locked eyes, Rogue looked away, she couldn't let her guard down, no matter what her heart told her.
"If ya don't mind me askin." Rogue whispered. "How'd you become a thief?"
"Was brought up to be a thief." Remy answered without much thought.
"Ah can understand that." Rogue smiled ruefully. "Ah was brought up ta be a terrorist, hurt some people real bad because of it." Remy reached down and held her hand comfortingly. Her eyes started to water and she wanted to run, but his unusual eyes kept her in place. Lord she needed to get out of his reach.
They had been standing still outside of her apartment building for many minutes. Remy sat down on a sidewalk bench and Rogue hesitantly did the same.
Her actions surprised Remy. "We're quite a pair aint we." He commented.
Rogue laughed, she was really starting to like Remy Lebeau. Remy continued, "Chere Remy thinks you've been dealt a hard hand in life, but you be real strong for getting dis far. Change is hard ta come by and you be real noble tryin ta redeem yourself. In fact I think you're de most noble person I ever met."
Rogue's heart pounded. She struggled for words. "Remy ya know stealins wrong, why doncha just quit."
"I live for de thrill chere, besides can't see myself with one of dose shiny badges like ya got."
Rogue smiled at his joke, "If Eric let mah in the force, ah'm sure someone with your skill would be more than welcomed."
Remy snarled at the mention of Sgt. Lensherr. His actions didn't go unnoticed to Rogue. "Sugah what did yah mean when you told mah there were some dangerous criminals right under mah nose?"
"I know a secret dat be real dangerous. I stole something dat be real valuable ta a member of you're honorable force. Remy don't wanna see yah get hurt chere."
"Ah don't understand you cajun. Why should my well being be of any concern ta yah! Ah'm suppose to arrest yah for christ sake!"
For one of the rare moments in his life Remy Lebeau was tongue-tied. Her fiery green eyes pierced his soul and he wanted desperately to take away all the pain she held in them. She was the trump card he had never expected to be played on him. How could he openly express to her his true feelings to her? His hear answered for him and before he realized what he was doing he leaned over and softly kissed her rose lips. And to his astonishment she softly kissed him back. Wrapped in fanasty the two kissed softly, minds focused only one each other. It was the sweetest, purest kiss either had ever known.
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Thanks for all the support and reviews. Sorry for the wait!! Feedback on this story is greatly needed!
Authors Note: Here is my Remy/Rogue alternate reality series. I use other X characters 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
* It has been quite awhile since I posted anything on fanfic.net. Part of it's because I lost interest, part cuz the site's changed a lot (some 4 the better some 4 the worse), and part because I've been really busy-Life has changed a lot for me. Still I continue to get reviews here and there and even a couple emails of praise so I just want to give a big THANKS to my supporters!
~Je vais tu toi maintes is suppose to mean "I will see you again soon" However, I've discovered in my French class you do not use the future proche for will be you use the regular future, so the correct translation would be" Je vous reverrai bientôt" Just a little info for all you French speakers! Hopefully my error doesn't detract from the story~
1
2 Stolen Hearts
Casually Sgt. Eric Magnus Lehnsherr sipped his glass of green tea and leaned back in his black leather chair. On his desk was a large stack of papers, looking back at the circled figure on the top sheet of paper he smiled. His private organization was doing very well this quarter, with its earnings totaling an impressive six-digit sum. It wasn't the money that really interested him anymore though, it was the power that money helped create. Ever since his induction into the force the ambitious man had masterfully made connections that he would eventually connect into his own private work force. Making deals with the unlawful and using his position to bribe the powerful he was able to mold people to carry out his own intentions. He had plenty of foolish criminals totally loyal to him and several powerful politicians and leaders under his thumb. And the best part was no one at the force even suspected, he played the role of hard working police Sgt. quite well. No one knew that the tactful man made everyone of his orders and decisions for a reason other than his duty to the law. A duty which from the start became replaced with a duty to himself.
He proceeded to flip through the different cases he had assigned his officers on, stopping on one that was a personal interest to him, "I wonder just how my southern bell is doing with that deviant thief…"
He had a great personal interest in both Rogue and Gambit. The cocky shithead thief had gone back on an arrangement they had made and as a result had something that he desperately desired. Rogue on the other hand had become a certain fascination of his from the time he began working with the brotherhood he had an eye on her and her powers. It was she that ultimately had lead him to destroy the brotherhood, oh yes her training, career had all been a little side project of his. A project he hoped would someday be one of his greatest achievements. The present situation was almost too perfect, he even surprised himself. He would get to see if Rogue's training paid off (which he had all the confidence in), be able to gain more control over her, and get some revenge on a certain thief. Ahh yes things were working out well…
A knock at the door interrupted his private thoughts, "You may enter." A tall muscular man came into view. "Ah Mr. Creed." Eric greeted him, "What may I do for you."
He then noticed that Creed was not alone, he was forcefully escorting a shaking, toadish looking man with him. "And who is our guest?"
Creed growled, "Found him sniffing around where he's not suppose to."
"Snoop he may be, that's no way to treat a guest." Eric nodded to where Creed was gripping the weak man's collar forcefully. Creed responded by sitting the man down in one of Lehnsherr's office chairs. Eric smiled and continued, "What's your name?"
"Mortt-imer, Mortimer Toynbee." The man stuttered.
"Now Mr. Toynbee what pray tell were you doing trespassing on my private property?"
The man was silent, as his shaking increased.
"Well if your not going to answer me Mr. Toynbee then seeing as you've already been acquainted you can speak with Mr. Creed. However, I assure he does not have the same patience I posses."
Panicked the puny man spoke in a jumble, "I was sent…sent by Congressman Shaw."
"Oh, is congressman Shaw sick of me blackmailing him, let me guess he sent you to dig up something on me so he'd return me the favor."
Mortimer Toynbee gulped. "Well it's a shame my dear fellow that you will be unable to carry out you're orders. Magnus signaled to Creed, who left the room with his hands firmly around Toynbee's neck.
His adversaries were weak and the only think standing in his way was a cocky, but pathetic thief.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sitting at the bar Rogue sighed deeply Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all she thought. She had ventured to a lively yet dangerous side of town where she knew from experience handfuls of criminals and those of a more questionable character hung out, all in hopes of getting some info on the thief Gambit.
Gambit- the very thought of his name caused a shiver down her spine. What were these unknown feelings her meeting with him provoked? She found him attractive no doubt about it, but also mysterious. She was unclear of his motives and reasoning, why meet her? Why give her clues to his identity? What interest did he have in her? These things as well as her own feelings confused her, shouldn't she be entirely focused on apprehending him?! She shouldn't be thinking these things, she decided she had to remain professional. She put a couple folded bills on the bar and exited the doors, completely oblivious of the two shadows following her.
Ah need a distraction, ah can't be sulking here alone tryin ta analyze mah feelings, ah got work to do! Decisively Rogue walked across the street to a major underground casino. If it weren't for her brotherhood days she would have never known about the place, even though it was huge. The entrance was through a tiny tarot card reading shop. If you asked to see "Hades card" Ms. Leo (the fortune teller) would lead you to a hidden stairway, which in fact lead to "Hade's Underworld Casino." Rogue scanned the impressive establishment with a smirk, it sure is a busy night tonight…
Weaving through all the tables, she sat down at the one with the highest stacks of chips. Mah theory is that since money talks, the more money these scumbags have, the more information ah can get outta'em.
Her action definitely did not go unnoticed. Not only did she stand out as the only woman present at the table, but also her leather pants/jacket definitely didn't match the expensive suits of the other rich gentlemen players. Rogue wasn't unaccustomed to drawing some attention and responded to their shocked expressions with laughter, "Now c'mon boys don't tell me y'all are afraid of some competition from lil ole me."
Her sassy comment awarded her smiles from the other men sitting at the table, "Not at all miss, not at all. As long as you know how to play."
Rogue played up the innocent southern bell act, "Ah think ah can manage."
"We're just waiting for that gentlemen over there to finish and then we'll begin." One of the men pointed to the table left of them. The man he was referring to wore a large trench coat and a boiler hat. He seemed to be very skillful as he had a vast more amount of chips in front of him then his competition.
"Why we waitin for him sugah, he seems like he's doin fine ovah there?"
"He's been here a couple times this week and each night he goes home with sack of chips and a woman. The waiters say he's got a longer streak of luck than they thought possible. Crock of sh*t if you ask me. So we were planning on challenging Mr. Lucky tonight and seeing just how good he really is."
As he explained two of the other men had approached "Mr. Lucky" and appeared to be asking him to join. From his body language it appeared to Rogue as if he was refusing. Rogue looked at him with intrigue and suddenly she found the man looking back at her. Embarrassed he caught her staring she looked away, but when she looked up again "Mr Lucky" and the two men were sitting at the table.
"Gentlemen and lady I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Diablo, he runs a successful communications company and is visiting here from Paris. It appears that this week he has set a record for most consecutive wins in Black Jack."
Mr. Diablo nodded his head as the men each stood up and introduced themselves. "So" the man left of Rogue asked, "I suggest we start with a few rounds of Black Jack, that is if Mr. Diablo does not mind putting his record on the line."
"Mais Oui." Mr. Diablo answered his accent, rich of proper French. "But first I need the name of the lovely mademoiselle."
Rogue looked up, a bit surprised. "Violet, mah name is Violet."
From there Mr. Diablo dealt the cards with amazing grace and speed. Rounds went by and no one seemed to notice. He was quite charming, talking the entire time about his work in communications. Giving particular tips to Rogue on playing cards.
This is a fun lil game of cards It was that thought that alerted Rogue. She was suppose to be doing work and here she was being entertained by a group on strangers, particularly Mr. Diablo. With that she decided to excuse herself, "Well boy ah think its time for mah to call it a night." Despite their protests Rogue walked quickly out of the casino.
Gambit frowned as detective Darkholme created herself an excuse to exit the card game. She had been the reason he had joined in the first place. Something about her just attracted him to her. Instead of more aggressivley declining the invitation to join this table when he saw her, he saw it as reason to come over. He looked away from his cards to watch her make her way to the door. As she opened the lobby doors, he saw two men jump off their barstools and follow her out. Uh-uh Without hesitation he left the game and went after her.
Rogue had been walking down the dark street when she got the feeling she was being followed. She quickly turned around to see two figures approaching her.
"Good day love!" One of them sneered.
Rogue's eyes widened when she realized the identity of her pursuers: Pyro and Avalanche. Two of her former teammates from her Brotherhood days. Fear entered her mind whenever a piece of her past was resurfaced. What the hell do they want!
"What do you want with mah Pyro?"
"What do we want? We heard the unthinkable. Ya know, we heard that you, Mystique's daughter had gone and become a cop on us, so we decided we'd come say hi to a new adversary. Ain't that right Lance, ole chap?"
With one stomp of his foot Avalanche had the entire sidewalk surrounding Rogue cave in on her. The rock had fallen on her in a way that she couldn't get any leverage. Without leverage her strength was no good, so she frantically tried to turn her body around to get some leverage. She stopped suddenly when she heard an explosion and then Pyro's screams.
"Now dat's no way ta treat a lady." Remy Lebeau declared swiping Pyro to the ground with his bow staff. Rogue got up just in time to see him throw another deck of charged cards at the running villains. Rogue starred at Remy intently knowing he was the thief and realizing with surprise he was in the same ensemble as Mr. Diablo, minus the boiler hat.
With Pyro and Avalanche fled, Gambit turned to look at Rogue, she was full of dust and gravel, plus had torn her jacket, but was otherwise unharmed. Both stood feet apart in silence for many moments.
Finally Rogue spoke, "Ah really don't know what ta say, Mr. Diablo."
The thief chuckled. "Remy think you need work on you're detective skills, Remy haven't lost a round yet."
Rogue was fuming she quickly reached into her jacket, pulled out her 33millimeter, and pointed it at the thief, "Put you're hands above you're head NOW!"
Wait a go Remy, now you've pissed her off. Remy put his hands up and walked towards her, "Dats not a good way ta thank someone for saving you're life."
Rogue frowned. He has a point, he didn't have to come rescue mah. I'm tired of playin his damn games though, what is he tryin tah do? "Fine cajun, run along and Ah'll let you go this time."
Remy put his hands down and continued moving forward till they were only inches apart, "Aww chere but where is the fun in dat? I'd like ta get ta know the woman dats tryin ta catch me."
No No No, Don't fall for his charm gal, he's playin games with you…"What'd ya have in mind sugah?"
"De night is young, How bout Remy take you out on the town, and show you how ta live it up?"
He's playin games with you, forget what you're feelin and remember yoah duty! "How bout ah wipe that smirk off yoah face? Ah'm done playin games with ya, now say auvoir or else!"
"Okay chere, no more games, I'll just walk you home."
"What is you're deal mistah?!"
"Remy went through all that trouble of makin sure you'd be alive ta chase me tommorow. I just wanna make sure you get home save, so my efforts didn't go tah waste."
"But what's gonna keep mah safe from you?"
"Trust me chere, ah don't wanna get my face smashed."
Rogue smiled. What could one walk hurt? Maybe ah can get somethin out of him to use against him. "Ah assume you know where mah apartment is…"
Remy chuckled and they began walking down the street together.
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It was around 1 AM, and Magnus still sat in his office contemplating how he was going to approach the upcoming NY Charity Ball. The evening held many opportunities, for he had many chances to make connections even stronger than the ones he currently possessed. There were many different means to achieve this, but finding the absolute best way was key.
He was caught completely off guard by a tap on his shoulder, he flung the intruder against the wall with one swift movement, and turn around to find the intruder was a woman.
She stood up with ease, "I thought the great Sgt. Magnus was gracious towards visitors, especially visitors holding promising propositions."
"Forgive me, but I do not tolerate being taken by surprise. Now how did you breach my office, and why?"
"I have many skill Magnus." The woman then cockily levitated herself to a seat directly across from Magnus.
"Who are you?"
"Candra. Are you familiar with a Remy Lebeau?"
"Quite. I believe Miss Candra, your reputation proceeds you and I apologize for us getting off on the wrong foot. Now what can I do for you?"
"I'm sure you're aware that he is an exiled member of the thieves guild. I have an interest in the guild and in him. I want to aid you in his capture and then acquire him from you. I can assure you my intentions for him are far less than cordial." She pulled out a jagged dagger for emphasis.
Magnus smiled lady luck was definitely his ally, "Since we have mutual interests I believe we can find a way to help each other and bring a certain thief to justice."
They both let out a sinister laugh that echoed through the night.
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"So is Violet your real name?" The night sky was beautiful and Rogue was having a harder time staying on guard with every step they took.
"No." She answered simply.
"Well it only be fair chere dat you tell me your real name, I told ya mine."
"Sorry ta let ya down sugah but Ah aint tellin." Despite his disappointment Gambit couldn't help, but smile. Her emerald green eyes seemed to hypnotize him.
"These stars are amazing."
"Not as amazing as you." Remy breathed. The two locked eyes, Rogue looked away, she couldn't let her guard down, no matter what her heart told her.
"If ya don't mind me askin." Rogue whispered. "How'd you become a thief?"
"Was brought up to be a thief." Remy answered without much thought.
"Ah can understand that." Rogue smiled ruefully. "Ah was brought up ta be a terrorist, hurt some people real bad because of it." Remy reached down and held her hand comfortingly. Her eyes started to water and she wanted to run, but his unusual eyes kept her in place. Lord she needed to get out of his reach.
They had been standing still outside of her apartment building for many minutes. Remy sat down on a sidewalk bench and Rogue hesitantly did the same.
Her actions surprised Remy. "We're quite a pair aint we." He commented.
Rogue laughed, she was really starting to like Remy Lebeau. Remy continued, "Chere Remy thinks you've been dealt a hard hand in life, but you be real strong for getting dis far. Change is hard ta come by and you be real noble tryin ta redeem yourself. In fact I think you're de most noble person I ever met."
Rogue's heart pounded. She struggled for words. "Remy ya know stealins wrong, why doncha just quit."
"I live for de thrill chere, besides can't see myself with one of dose shiny badges like ya got."
Rogue smiled at his joke, "If Eric let mah in the force, ah'm sure someone with your skill would be more than welcomed."
Remy snarled at the mention of Sgt. Lensherr. His actions didn't go unnoticed to Rogue. "Sugah what did yah mean when you told mah there were some dangerous criminals right under mah nose?"
"I know a secret dat be real dangerous. I stole something dat be real valuable ta a member of you're honorable force. Remy don't wanna see yah get hurt chere."
"Ah don't understand you cajun. Why should my well being be of any concern ta yah! Ah'm suppose to arrest yah for christ sake!"
For one of the rare moments in his life Remy Lebeau was tongue-tied. Her fiery green eyes pierced his soul and he wanted desperately to take away all the pain she held in them. She was the trump card he had never expected to be played on him. How could he openly express to her his true feelings to her? His hear answered for him and before he realized what he was doing he leaned over and softly kissed her rose lips. And to his astonishment she softly kissed him back. Wrapped in fanasty the two kissed softly, minds focused only one each other. It was the sweetest, purest kiss either had ever known.
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