I disclaim, I disclaim, I disclaim. I am just a fanfiction writer who has a love for the X-Men. I do not own X-men, I do not own Marvel, I do not own Fox Movie Studios, though I do own an old Wolverine action figure.


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It had been two weeks since Rogue's miraculous recovery, and things seemed to be going fine. If you can count a possessive boyfriend, an overbearing father figure, and a wily Cajun charmer as fine. Marie didn't know if she was coming or going some days due to all the men that seemed to have taken such active roles in her life. Unfortunately, the men didn't seem to notice all too much, though Logan could tell when the girl was stressed out, perhaps that was a scent she let off. She began going back to her classes, though she was exempt from the Danger Room sessions until the end of the month, giving her body time to get used to the stress of day to day living once more. Comatose patients need time to have their muscles tone up again.

. . .

Scott "Cyclops" Summers and Logan had begun a joint effort of working on restoring an old motorcycle, this wasn't for the shop class that Scott taught, this was something much bigger, though they would never let on to what exactly it was for. The two men had come to know one another, and as it didn't seem so friendly to those looking on, the two men had become friends. They learned to put their differences and pasts aside with the same woman, and learn how to grow from the grief that they both had felt when Jean Grey had died.

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Kurt "Nightcrawler" Wagner continued to teach his science class, and when his most prized student Marie came back, he made sure to celebrate in a truly wonderful way, with a small "field trip" on the grounds of the school, where they played a special game of scavenger hunt, where they would have to not only find items on the list, but explain their biological components afterwards, of course it didn't sound like fun to the students in the begining, but afterwards, they had a good time. He had taken to the X-Men and the school far better than most could have ever hoped for, and had begun a close friendship with Ororo Munroe, as well as a good natured friendship with Remy LeBeau.

. . .

Ororo "Storm" Munroe continued to teach her history classes, and as the days continued on she noticed an odd occurance with one of her students. It brought up warning signs in her mind, but for the moment, the woman continues to watch and wait for anymore signs to be seen. She had been spending much time with Remy LeBeau as well as Kurt Wagner, the three had become almost like the musketeers, and it was her hope that Remy would remain in the school, and perhaps even take teaching a course. Ororo was also keen upon the idea that he would be able to help Rogue learn how to defend herself more properly, since she was afraid of using her powers.

. . .

Remy "Gambit" LeBeau had of course been spending time with Ororo Munroe and Kurt Wagner. He had begun to enjoy the enviroment and the safety of the school, and he attempted to connect with those of like mind with him, which was faintly difficult. He had broken off contact with those he left behind in New Orleans, as it would perhaps only lead to trouble for those he began considering friends. He was asked by Charles Xavier to come to the school full time as a teacher and perhaps one day become an X-Man. He also tried to spend time with the angel known as Marie, or Rogue, depending on whom you spoke to. He found her to be most interesting and intriguing. Unlike other females her age, she didn't attempt to flirt with him, she was smart, had a great sense of humor, and her beauty wasn't only skin deep, but it ran straight to her soul. Of course he had his little run-ins with the Wolverine and the Ice-Prick, he tried to forget about those though.

. . .

Bobby "Iceman" Drake had taken an active role as being Rogue's guard-dog, or so it seemed to the rest of the world. Where-ever she was, he was right behind, watching over her shoulder, as any good protective boyfriend would do, but it wasn't for her safety. It was the simple fact that he was afraid he would lose Rogue to the likes of that Cajun snake charmer. He had asked the proffessor to have his classes changed so he could be with Rogue "Just in case sometehing happens." While his intentions were chivalrous, remember, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. He made sure to point out several times a day to both the Wolverine, and to the idiot Cajun, that Rogue was his responsibility.

. . .

Dr. Hank "Beast" McCoy, continued working in the medical lab, and taking care of the sickly and infirm mutant students that came down his way. He made in depth reports on the recovery of Rogue, and was astounded that she seemed to be recovering by leaps and bounds, no doubt due to the Wolverine's regeneration. He was also making a breakfthrough on how to suppress certain side effects of the X-Gene, the physical manifestations -could- be muted if the antedote were taken before the mutant powers showed themselves. This of course is a wonderful breakthrough for those that wish to continue living in the world among humans, but it wasn't as effective, as it was hard to find out who had the X-gene until it manifested itself. Back to the drawing board for good ol' Beast.

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Charles "Proffessor X" Xavier continued to work along the political summits to attempt to find a peaceful solution between humans and mutants. He still continued with his dream that one day mutants and humans can exist together in harmony, that the humans were afraid of the mutants because they did not understand. He watched his students and his X-Men flourish, and felt a sense of pride like any father would. Though there was a doubt within his mind, and that doubt was caused by his one time friend Eric "Magneto" Leshnerr, he was so quiet. . . Too quiet.

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Kathryn/Kitty "Shadowcat" Pryde and Jubilation "Jubilee" Lee watched as their friend made her recovery, also swooning and drooling over the New Orleans import. Somewhere though in the back of their mind, they knew that he only had eyes for Marie, which they only wanted the girl to be happy. They also noticed how peculiar Bobby was acting, while Kitty thought it was "Like totally sweet" that he was acting faintly jealous now that Marie was gaining more attention; Jubilee had seen it far too many times with her mom's boyfriend Ted, and was worried what Bobby might end up doing.

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Logan, also known as the Wolverine had finally decided to lay down his roots at the academy. He knew that he would not be able to leave Marie alone again, the threat was too great, and he had already lost so much, he could not handle losing her as well. He found a new respect for "One Eye", the man had impressed him. No ordinary man, could go through as much as Scott Summers, and still be able to find small things to smile about. Perhaps he knew that Jean truly loved him in the end. Logan had a few problems though, namely what to do about Gumbo. Remy hadn't done anything to harm Marie, and seemed to just try and make her more comfortable, that wasn't the problem. The problem had to deal with an apology that Logan owed him, and the mighty Wolverine never apologized. Maybe it was time to put away the Wolverine persona, and try and be Logan, the man.

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John "Pyro" Allerdyce was torn in conflict, hisdear friend Rogue was in trouble, and he was being watched like a hawk. Even if he could leave the Acolyte base that Magneto had set up, where would he go? He was on a desolate island and Sabertooth seemed to follow him whenever he went out to walk along the beach. He didn't like Magneto, he thought he would change things, give him freedoms that any human being or mutant -should- have, but instead he found nothing but hatred and lies. Pretty odd for a guy that survived the Holocaust. You'd think he'd be the happy tree hugging mutant instead of Charles Xavier, then again assumptions are the mother of all fuckups. He had to get off of Suwarrow Island somehow.

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Eric "Magneto" Lensherr quietly continued on with his plans that involved Rogue. He had not even filled in Mystique and Sabertooth about his plans fully. He had come -so- close to having Xavier kill the humans with the second Cerebro in Alkali lake, he had almost tasted victory, and he wanted to taste it again. His plans were quite simple, oh yes, and they would be seen through this time. No one would stop him, only his most trusted knew about the chip.

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Raven "Mystique" Darkholme and Vikto "Sabertooth" Creed continued to train and wait for the day that their leader would need them. Sabertooth kept his eye on Pyro, he had been acting odd, then again he was always acting odd from what he could remember about watching the X-kids. Mystique helped Pyro learn how to concentrate and work his ability to it's maximum (maximum without hurting anyone that is), as well as train him in hand to hand combat. She would make sure that Magneto's Acolytes would be able to take on the X-Men on any given day.

. . .

It was a late thursday evening and the institute was quiet, most students were already in bed asleep for their last day of school for the week. Logan slowly walked down the halls, listening quietly to make sure that nothing was amiss. It had become his habit since he returned to "Mutant High" he knew that no one was safe truthfully, the attack by Strykers team was proof enough of that.

As he made his way down the steps and towards the Recreation room that the students loved to favor, he could hear the television was on, and it sounded like. . . What was that? It reminded him of his days cage fighting, as he rounded the corner and raised a faintly bushy eyebrow, he could see a wrestling match on television, and the back of a well known Cajun's head. 'Well it's now or never for that apology.' Logan hated himself at this moment, he was going soft.

"Come on Wyld Chyld show 'er what y'got homme! Dun be takin' none of dat shit from 'er!" Remy yelled at the screen, he had become a fan of wrestling when he was a child, and it stuck with him to this day.

"Kalysto goes for a Snap DDT, Kimmerly I don't think this bodes well for our hero!" The announcer's voice came over the television noise. "He got out of the DDT! He got out of the DDT! Oh my god it looks like he still has some fight left in him!"

"Yea dat it homme, don't let dat blue eyed bitch have not'in.. Damn she reminds me of Belladonna." Taking a sip from a can, Remy was lost in his own little world. As the wrestling show took a break for commericals, he muted the television and spoke this time to the man that stood behind him. "Homme, Remy 'preciates de looks, but only from women."

"Sorry didn't mean to be spying Gumbo, you actually like that garbage? You know it's fake right?" Logan moved to sit down in an armchair, looking over at Remy.

"Yea, and super heros don't exist eidder homme." Remy grins lightly, reaching beside him and pulling out another can of beer that he had some how procured. "Here have one on Remy."

Logan takes the beer, actually stupified that the Cajun was being so nice. "Thanks." He opens the beer up and takes a sip of it, glancing to the television screen, before looking back at Remy. "Listen, I wanted to..." The words were caught up in his throat, he couldn't say he was sorry, it just wasn't in him.

The red on black eyed Cajun smiled over at Logan, he knew what this was about. He was more than likely sure that Stormy or Marie had talked with the Wolverine about apologizing for the attack in the bar, otherwise he wouldn't be doing this, would he? "What was dat homme, Remy couldn't hear ya." Oh he was enjoying this far too much.

Logan growled in annoyance, running a hand through his wild hair, he noticed that the wrestling match had come back on. "You're going to miss your show." He nodded towards the television.

As Remy hit the mute button again, the television began to blare. "Oh no, oh no, here comes Satan's Choice running down the ramp, it looks like Kalysto can't beat Wyld Chyld on her own, she has to call in for her reinforcements." Another man's voice was finally heard (the other announcer.) "Cruz, come on. Kalysto has been through so much lately, losing her Hardcore championship to Poisoned, and is only trying to make sure she doesn't suffer anymore grievious wounds."

The match continued on, the blue eyed blonde was rather attractive, at least in Logan's eye, she could take a punch, and deliver one. Hell what a woman. He cleared his throat, no, no he's not going to get into watching wrestling, that was for guys like Gumbo here. Though try as he liked, he couldn't take his eyes off of the match, it was riveting to see a man take down three people, he knew it was fake, but damn it was slightly eye catching.

"De blonde be Kalysto, she was good fo' a while, but somet'in happen after she got de Commonwealth belt and den de Hardcore belt, she change somet'in fierce and became a heel.. Heel bein' bad guy in wrestling terms. De guy, dat be Wyld Chyld, his daddy used t'own Power Wrestling eXtreme until he sold out t'some hoochie named Crimson Aroute. Anyway, Wyld Chyld jes came back from Japan where he was fightin'. Dey been goin' like dis since he got back, some o'de sites on de web say dat he and her had a fling. Kinda made it well known to de world o'wrestlin' when her homme Mad Dog asked her why. Anyway, t'ings not be lookin' so good foh de blonde." As he said those last words, Wyld Chyld ducked a clothes line that Genocide (Of Satan's Choice) was going to put on him, knocking out Kalysto instead. With the ref caught up with Doomsday, he didn't see the illegal move, Wyld Chyld then pushed Genocide out of the ring, Doomsday was told to go back to the locker room, and Wyld Chyld got the pin. "YES!!!!!!" Remy stood up and did a small victory move. Clearing his throat after he realized he wasn't alone, he sat down, glancing over to Logan smiling sheepishly. "Sorry, tend t'get into it."

As the wrestling show went to commerical break again, Remy hit mute while Logan was trying to stifle the chuckle that was attempting to erupt from him. "So, anyway. What has Remy done for de honor o'havin' de Wolverine come and sit wit' 'im?" Finishing off his beer, he set it down in front of him, turning to look fully now at Logan.

"Listen Gumbo, I ain't good with this type of thing, so just. Back there in the bar and me hitting you, I'm sorry. I was just trying to find out what happened with Marie." Logan took in a deep breath and gulped down his beer.

Remy smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "Ain't not'in. Happens when homme's ain't t'inkin' clearly. If y'hadn't hit Remy, he mighta never seen Stormy again, or found out dat petite was all right. Dough Remy do got a question fo'ya."

Logan watched the Cajun curiously, and nodding for him to continue. "Who put y'up t'apologizin' t'Remy?"

Logan was baffled, why would he. . Oh yeah, he hadn't been that cordial to the Cajun, that was for certain. Shaking his head he let out a low gruff noise, before speaking. "No one. I just realized that the way I was treating you, is pretty much how I was treated by someone when I first got here. I don't like being a hypocrite." 'Yep definately going soft.'

It was now Remy's turn to look shocked, he reached down, picking up two more beers and handing one of them to Logan. Nah, they weren't bonding, they weren't bonding. Remy was just watching wrestling, and Logan had a penchant for beer, that's all, had to be. "Sorry t'hear dat homme. Remy t'ink y'be a nice guy, specially when it come to de li'l ones, and most definately when it come t'Marie."

Taking the beer, he opened it, looking down at the metalic top of the beer can thinking over those words for a moment. "Ain't so nice, but Marie means a lot to me." He gives a small nod, as if agreeing with a thought in his head. "We've been through a lot together, and I promised a long time ago I would protect her always." Glancing slowly up towards the Cajun, he was suprised with the sympathetic smile on his lips.

"Remy know what it like t'lose someone y'care for. It be hard on a soul, but it be good y'got someone to look out for still. T'remember dose dat still live around ya, helps y'remember dose dat y'lost. M'pere used t'tell me dat." His third person speaking was gone for the moment, Logan could tell he was sincere. "Lost m'mere when I was only twelve, m'pere took it in stride dough, asked him one time if he didn't miss her, like I did. His answer was dat he'll always miss 'er, but dat de world has to keep goin' on."

As the two men in the recreational room were bonding, turning something of a misunderstanding into the beginings of a friendship, in the kitchen there was another person who was having trouble sleeping. Rifling through the fridge, a gloved hand finally produces a small piece of pecan pie that she had Storm save for her, with a jubilant smile. "Yes, finally some peace and quiet." Moving to grab a fork, she sat down at the table, and just as soon as she was going to dig in, she heard a loud yell from the direction of the recreational room. "Whaht in th'world?" That sounded like Logan, was there another attack? She froze for a moment, before she stood up and began to make her way towards the rec room. When she turned the corner, she was in for a shocker, as she could see Remy and Logan both sitting down and watching wrestling. Wrestling?! 'Gawds, some men would watch Twiddly Winks if it was a national spoht.' She grinned softly as she saw them actually talking, and for once it wasn't threats or sarcasm.
"Holy shit did you see that? How can a girl -that- tiny take a beating like that and then JUMP from a ladder?!" Logan was amazed, he had seen some fine atheletics in his time fighting in the cages, but wow, so far he was impressed by every match he had seen, finishing off his beer, he leaned forward some, as he was sitting on the couch, just to get a better view.

"Dat be Poisoned, she be de new Hardcore Champion, most folk didn't t'ink she would keep it dis long, but she been real smooth 'bout it. If y'knew anyt'in' 'bout wrestlin'.. Her daddy is Tito Santana, de man, de myth, de legend. Big time wrestler in de eighties and early nineties. Anyway, she done beat Kalysto fo' de Hardcore belt a few weeks back, and been takin' it like a trooper ever since. She also be datin' de Quicksilver champion Vainz. Odd lookin' homme, but.. We used t'seein' odd lookin' folks henh?" Remy grinned at Logan who was enthralled with the match.

On the television screen, a very petite looking latina girl, was causing massive damage to a man at least twice her size and weight. But she was looking beaten herself, blood was pouring out over her face and down her neck, but she seemed to keep going. "You sure that these guys ain't mutants?" Logan couldn't believe the carnage that they showed on public television these days.

"Nah not mutants homme, least don't t'ink so. HOLY!!" As he spoke those words, the latina girl slammed the giants head with a truck gate. "Now dat gonna leave a mark or five."

"What would you call that move Killer?" The announcer known as Cruz asks over the airwaves. "Holy shit call Triple A, because that car is going to need to be repaired! Hey Cruz, I figured out why they call him Gravedigger." The other announcer asks, "Why's that Killer?" The other announcer replies, "Because his career is dead!" As the fight continued on, both men laughed at the announcers jokes, and oohed and awwed at the spectacular displays of tenacity.

"Excuse meh foh interuptin' gentlemen, but ya'll are makin' a racket like no tomorraw." Rogue finally spoke up, smiling to the two men who brought their attention to her.

"Oh we're just uh, uh.. " Logan was stammering for words.. 'Busted.'

"Sorry chere, we be sittin' down here, drinkin' some beers and watchin' wrestlin'. Wanna sit wit' us?" Remy smiles a soft smile, unlike the disarmingly charming ones he uses on people like Kitty and Jubilee.

"Ah dunno, ya'll seem to be havin' fun all on ya own." Rogue grins lightly, moving over to the armchair to sit down and watch as well. "Yanno, Ah heard that Poisoned got a bodyguard." Remy looked over at Rogue, faintly shocked that she knew anything about the wrestling world. Logan had the same expression upon his features. "What? John and Ah used t'watch it all the time when he was heah. It gave us somethin' to do when the adults weah tryin' to get us to study." Rogue smiled before turning back to the television set, letting the two men stare at her in disbelief.

It was after two in the morning by the time Remy and Logan had finally come to the realization that Rogue had been far too quiet in the past half an hour, as Remy looked over to her and noticed she was asleep, he elbowed Logan, putting his finger up to his own lips, giving Logan the sign to keep quiet. Logan watched as Remy stood up, moving over towards Rogue, and picking her up, cradling her gently in his arms.

"Remy t'ink it time dat the River Rat went t'bed. T'ink y'can get her outta classes t'morrow?" Looking over to Logan as he whispered those words.

Every instinct in Logan was screaming at him to take Marie out of the Cajun's arms, but he knew that the he meant no harm. Giving a stiff and curt nod, he replied in an equal tone whisper, though there was a hint of gruffness behind it that never truly left his voice. "I can talk to Chuck and see what I can do. She was up awfully late. Go on and take her upstairs to bed, half-pint and firecracker are more than likely asleep, so put her in my room. I'll sleep out here on the couch. My room's two doors down from hers." He finished up his beer, and watched as the Cajun took Rogue out of the room. "Man, he better not try anything."

Remy carried Marie up to Logan's room, nudging the door open with his foot and allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He was good at this, for one single reason. Those eyes of his allowed him to see much clearer in the dark than anyone ever could, even if they used night vision goggles. With a soft smile, he glanced down to Marie, whispering softly to her. "Even when you sleep, you look like an angel dat fell from de heavens chere." Her only response to this was snuggling her body closer to his. It took all his willpower not to groan, he liked her being close and now he would know exactly it felt, instead of just dreaming about it.

Remy moved over to the bed, and slowly began to lower Marie's sleeping form onto it, as he tried to pull away he could feel her arms wrapping around him tighter, not letting him go. 'Merde, dis could end up ugly.' With a sigh, Remy laid down next to her, and stroked her hair gently, being mindful of not touching her skin. He had only just found out a week ago about her mutant powers, it was a shame. A girl like her should be touched, held, cherished; instead she was a prisoner in her own body. He watched her as she slept, his hand slowly moving up to -almost- touch her face, instead he just allowed his fingertips to lightly trace a breath away from her skin. He knew her skin had to feel like the softest velvet in the world, warmer than the sun on a hot N'Awlin's day, and those lips must be like fully ripened strawberries, sweet to the taste.

'Dieu, I ain't ever t'ought of a fille dis way before. Ain't ever waxed no poetics, but dere just be somet'in about her. It scarey when I catch m'self t'inkin' bout her. Scarey because I know I ain't ever felt dis way befo', make me t'ink. . . Make me t'ink dat I finally found someti'in to hold onto.' He squeezed his arms around her gently for a moment and sighed. She deserved something far better than some old thief from New Orleans, he closed his eyes. Besides. . . She had a boyfriend, but she could do so much better than Icepop. His chest clenched again as he tightened his eyes, he realized, he didn't want to let go.

""X-men, please assemble in my office, there seems to be trouble. Grave trouble.""
Authors Notes: First off, let me go with those that reviewed.

EmeraldKatsEye: Thank you for the wonderful review. Don't worry about Bobby, things will be changing with him pretty soon (Foreshadowing!). It is a shame that C2 groups aren't allowed to post up anything in the "R" category, I just knew that with Logan's potty mouth going on, it would have to be "R" What you could do, is give the names of the author's who have "R" rated story's that involve R&G in the movie verse in the summary of your Romy group. Just a thought.

4Rogue : Wow 2 reviews all right! I figured I would borrow a small part of the storyline from the comiceverse of how Ororo and Remy knew each other, though it won't be as dramatic. It also gave Remy another reason to stay besides Rogue, after all, he doesn't want to look needy hehe. I also wanted Gambit and Wolverine to be the first two that met up after the incident, it shows that Remy isn't always cocky and looking for fights, and it shows how protective Logan is over Marie. I don't do fight scenes well at all unfortunately, but I'm glad you liked it and thought it was believable.

MJK: Yep, and Logan realized this all on his own. I was almost tempted to have Storm -or- Marie point out the fact that he wasn't made too welcome when he came to the Institute, but Logan is a smart guy so I figured he would come to the conclusion on his own that he was being such a hypocrite. As for Romyness, I hope this chapter helped out in that category and it wasn't too fluffy!

Ishy: Bunny on crack! It's gnawing at me believe me chica, I can't stop writing no matter what's going on! All things concerning the chip will be answered within the next two chapters. I always pictured the movieverse Logan a teddy bear when it came to Rogue. Bobby and Remy's rivalry is only just starting, and the reason behind captivation will be revealed. Thank you for the wonderful review! I saw you reviewed while I was writing, so I took the time to edit my story just so I could thank you! Keep reading and enjoying.

To those that reviewed, and to those that have read, thank you very much. Please keep the reviews coming. Let me know if I have made any of the characters too out of character, I don't want them to seem way too out there. But the reviews spurn me on to keep writing, so you all can continue to enjoy, thank you from the bottom of my writer's heart.

Also another Author's Note. PWX -does- exist, it's actuall an E-federation online that I'm part of. The characters that were mentioned: Poisoned, Wyld Chyld, Kalysto, Cruz, and Kimmerly(Killer) are all characters from the e-fed. Poisoned is my character (couldn't tell by the author name huh? hehe). So not only am I a fanfiction buff, I'm a wrestling buff as well. I figured that popping the wrestling bit in there would get the guys on a common ground, as well as give them something to talk about other than Marie and Logan's loss of Jean. There will be other mentions of PWX in other chapters (only because I think it's a cool li'l deal).

And yes, I know I did a cliffhanger at the end, but I figured this chapter was long enough as it was, and needed to end it before it continued on. As soon as I get this uploaded, I'm going to be starting on the next chapter.