Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, Gambit or even Jean-Luc LeBeau!(YUCK! Who'd want to?!) If I did own them- I'd be one heckuva happy, rich teenage girl! Don't sue me cuz I'm Jewish and I will win!!! HAHAHAHAHA! And yes, Gambit is still locked up, but I found a better place than my closet...

Gambit: spits out dust bunnys "Why under de bed?!"

Earth: "Duh, cuz Mom'll find you in the bathroom sink!"

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Rachel looked on in awe as they walked into the heart of New Orleans.

"Y'like wot y'see?" He smirked, noticing that her mouth was slightly agape.

"Yeah huh. This place is incredible... did you really grow up on these streets?" She asked with incredulity.

" Sho did, Chere. Fo' most of dis Cajun's life." He pointed to a street that they needed to turn on. "Dat's de corner where Remy picked Jean-Luc's pocket. After dat, 'e adopted dis ol' Creole an'..." He stopped what he was about to say.

" And what?" Curiosity lit up her deep brown eyes.

" Lots of tings, Chere. "He frowned. "Lots of tings..." He stopped in front of a café. "Let's get somethin' t'eat, we almost dere anyways." He suggested.

" Okay." There was sadness in his voice and his manner. "Remy..?"

" Don' ask, Belle, don' ask."

Julien Bodreaux, heir to the assassin's guild, slipped unnoticed behind a corner. He watched his old enemy and the woman that accompanied him with profound interest.

" Any word from de famille yet?" He asked a fellow assassin.

" Jus' dis note fo' y'." He handed the man an envelope. Julien read it with a smirk.

" Dis wos exactly wot I wos waitin' fo'..." He grinned and left the café.

"Chere, promise Remy dat you'll be careful 'round 'ere. Dere are very dangerous people in Nawlins an' dey don' all play by de rules..."

" Like you? I can take care of myself, Gambit." She scowled. "Need I remind you that I..."

"As much as Remy'd like t'lose an argument t'y', skip de act an' jus' listen t' Remy- please." He silenced her.

" Fine." She took a sip of her coffee and nearly spat it out.

" Too strong fo' y'?" He smiled.

" No! Who puts cayenne in coffee?!" She cringed. "I absolutely hate spicy food." The look on her face made him chuckle.

" Y' can be so cute..."He said absently. Lucky for him she either didn't hear his comment or chose to ignore it. "All de food in Nawlins is like dat, Chere." He informed her. "Y' may as well get used t' it."

" This trip just gets better and better." She quickly downs the mug full of the revolting brew in efforts to avoid the taste. " Alright, let's go see if your father's okay." She said as she rose.

"Y'never cease t'amaze, do y'Chere?" He joked good-naturedly. "Let's go."

He led her to a large, old-fashioned looking house and stopped in front of the door, knocking in a strange sort of pattern.

"Chere, welcome to de Nawlin's Tieves Guild." The door opened and she was pulled in by a bunch of hands.

A/N: Hello all! Thank you for reading my story! If you review, I'll send you your very own flying minimuffin! LOL. Next chappie'll come out soon!

Raye