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Ishandahalf- bonding isn't exactly what the two will be doing. It will be awhile before any bonding occurs. But eventually there will be bonding, I promise.

Anee/Arin Ross()- I'm glad for doing well grammatically and plot-wise. I aim to please.

spectra2- Rogue+ the Cajun= bad news. For now at least. Hehe I'm evil.

Strong Side Of Silence- Rogue is definitely VERY important. I'm glad you like it. And I'm glad your first chapter is almost done! Hurray!

Enchantedlight- wow I am on a roll aren't I? Isn't it great? I hope you like!

crazy-me()- yay! I'm so glad you like my story! That makes me such a happy Immortal.

~Journeys~

The pair left the city as soon as they got off the roof. They didn't bother to try to find any of their belongings, but got Remy's motorcycle and left. It was late, so they didn't go too far. They found a small town outside of New Orleans and got two rooms. Neither felt like going to sleep so Remy taught Rogue a few thieving techniques.

Remy and Rogue got along, but they never went out of their way to talk to one another. Remy thought Rogue was a bitch and Rogue thought Remy was an asshole. But they still got along, as far as business went. They were partners in crime now, after all.

They left early in the morning and didn't stop until lunchtime at a McDonald's, where Rogue stole some cash easily from an unsuspecting woman. It paid for their motel rooms later that night.

It took another full day before Rogue and Remy got to their destination: Bayville. They found an abandoned-looking warehouse and went in. the inside was far from abandoned. It looked almost like a military base. They were met by a tall man with a flowing cape and what looked like a bucket on his head.

"Mr. LeBeau, I understand that you are quite fond of women, but could you please refrain from bringing your one-night-stands here?" the man asked impatiently.

"Excuse me?!" Rogue said, completely insulted. She'd never pick that Cajun even if she could touch.

"Magneto, believe me, dis girl is Rogue and she is far from a one night stand," Remy interrupted her. Then he went into detail about her powers and especially how she couldn't touch.

"My dear, do you have any other skills?" he asked the gothic teenager.

"I'm learnin to become a thief," she said proudly.

"Wonderful. And what are your views on humans?" he questioned more.

"I don't like them much," she answered truthfully. "They think they're so much better than mutants when we're the ones with the powers." Magneto's lips curled into a smirk.

"I have a feeling, Miss Rogue, that we will get along fabulously," he said to her. Remy felt a stab of jealousy. He was supposed to be the thief. He was supposed to be second in command. But no, the untouchable was the boss's favorite.

"Sir, Remy don't t'ink you should get too close to her. She is untouchable and she could hurt anyone on de team," Remy said, giving the girl a smirk while she gave him a death glare.

Remy and Rogue fought constantly from that point on, trying to prove who was better and trying to suck up to Magneto as much as possible.

Rogue was the best at getting her way.

Remy was best at just pissing Rogue off.

They were both good at annoying the other Acolytes when they argued.

And when it came to missions, they were the most bad-ass partners and could get any job done.