Disclaimer: I wish. But I don't, so with much hardship I admit I don't own anything remotely that I wrote about. *sob*

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. You brought up some things I was thinking about changing so now I will. Rogues accent is changing. I was reading some comics again and her accent is nothing like I was writing. It's actually a lot like Remys. No, I don't do Rogue/Magneto, not in movieverse anyway. I like Rogue/Joseph in comic but not to write. Bobby, I don't actually like him so he probably won't feature in the story a lot. Gotta somehow get them to drift. It is slightly AU though so maybe I don't have to put them together in the first place. Heehee. Format in Chap 3 was different cause I typed it out on a different computer at school and not at home so sorry bout that. And I'm from New Zealand so yeah, I write mum not mom.

Chapter Four

End Flashback.

"So wasn't that just the most interestin' night?" "So you and St.John get on OK?" "Yeah, ah think we understand each other, more than the others do." Wolverine nodded, silently agreeing. "So what are ya doin' up Stripes?" "Just thought ya might like some company." Logan snorted, and as he did caught a whiff of another, less familiar scent. He rose and held out a restraining arm out to a startled Rogue. "Stay here." was whispered harshly as he slid out the kitchen door. Minutes later a disgusted Logan walked back in and sat followed by a bemused looking stranger. Rogue arched a single eyebrow as Logan gestured to a seat and stated "Found him wandering around lookin' for the kitchen." Rogue grinned, remembering her first nights at the institute. She studied the new, rather obvious mutant. Apart from his stunning red and black eyes, the new guy had a handsome, chiselled face and auburn hair that hung too long in front of his eyes. He obviously hadn't shaved for a day or so as his four o'clock shadow was more like a ten o'clock shadow. He looked rough and cocky. Just like Wolvie had said. He smiled winningly at Rogue, which had her instantly on guard, a fact Logan did not fail to notice. "Bonjour Mademoiselle, Remy does believe we 'av not met as of yet." "Well, Remy would be correct. Ah'm Rogue." She held out her gloved hand for him to shake. He did so, with much enthusiasm and a twinkle in his eye. Logan jerked his head up sharply hearing more footsteps head their way. He sighed as John walked into the kitchen. "What the hell is this? A midnight snack party? Why aren't you all in bed?" "Couldn't sleep." Came back the three-fold answer. John dropped into the chair beside Rogue. "So you're the new guy that Rogue was supposed to show around today?" "Remy believes t'at is correct." "I'm John. Code name Pyro." "Remy LeBeau. Gambit." "Nice to meet you Remy. What's your power?" "Damn, cut right ta the point why don't ya Johnny?" "Well we weren't here when he got introduced so we might as well find out now." "Kids got a point, Stripes." Logan grunted, not looking up from another pilfered beer. Rogue shook her head. "Remy's able to charge up objects wit' k'netic energy and when he let go..Kaboom." He flipped a card through his knuckles and demonstrated, lightly charging the card and throwing it into the air. "Remys calling card is the King o' Hearts." He winked at Rogue who rolled her eyes. His grin spread. "And you, Monsieur John. What are your powers?" "Damn. Ya just had ta ask, didn't ya." John grinned as he pulled out his ever present lighter. He flipped it open and made a fireball. He turned it into a King of Hearts and played around with it. Remy sat there suitably impressed. "Ya manipulate fire?" "That's right." "And you Ms Rogue. What are your powers?" Rogue cringed slightly and replied, "Ya don't want my powers demonstrated for ya Remy. Trust me, ya don't." "Oh come now, Remy don' t'ink they can be that bad!" "Come on Stripes. He's gonna have to find out sooner or later. Might as well be now." "Fine. But ah ain't happy about it." "You don't have to be. Just do it. I volunteer." John was grinning at her. She shook her head frowning, but reached out an ungloved hand toward his face. He jerked his head back, laughing. "C'mon, at least do it the fun way." He leant forward and this time she jerked back. She glared at him. "John, ah ain't kissin' ya." "Ohh, go on. Just on the cheek then?" He made puppy dog eyes at her. "NO!" She snapped out her hand and touched it to his face. Remy looked on enjoying the scene playing out between them but not understanding what she was doing. Rogue held on until she could feel Johns power drain into her fingers. She quickly pulled her hand away and worriedly demanded if he was ok. "I'm fine. It was just a small one," He shook his head, clearing the fog. "Would've been better if you'd kissed me." He muttered under his breath. Logan having heard him glared and growled baring his teeth. "OK, Remy don' t'ink he get it." "Wait, ah ain't finished yet." John handed her his lighter and she started manipulating the flame like he had previously. Remys eyes widened. "So ya take their powers." "Yeah. Not just the powers though. Ah get the whole deal: memories, thoughts, lifeforce. It ain't real pretty. Especially when they stay in there and try and take ya over." "So that's why ya all covered up." "Yeah, and it's gonna stay like that." She warned with a look. "Ok kids, snacks over. All of you go back to your rooms now!. No arguing or you get three danger room sessions in a row."