Disclaimer: I don't own X-men......never have, never will so read the fic.
A/N: When I reread my fics I don't catch all the spelling and grammar errors so sorry. If any one out there want to help me with that let me know. And now on with the fic. Oh one more thing, sorry if I've screwed up either Rogue or Gambit's accents, but I'm trying.
Drifters
Chapter 2: Y'Ditchin' Meh?
Outside a town a called Sam Hill Falls a man wearing a tan trench coat stood there flipping a card through his fingers, as his scruffy hair was being blown in the wind. He wore all black underneath his trench coat, along with some brown boots. He gazed at the desolate town seeing it through black sunglasses.
The man in the trench coat was becoming impatient, so he decided to follow his comrade into the town. Who had left him to wait until he had searched the town, for what they were looking for. ' Like I'm gonna wait for dey pussy cat.' He mussed.
Walking around the desolate streets for less than five minutes, still fiddling around with the card in his right hand. He heard a few loud crashing sounds, and what seemed like a roaring cat, the man smirked and ran in the bar where the sounds originated.
Inside he found, his comrade with a frighten old man wearing an apron, he was obviously the bartender of what was now a pretty trashed bar.
" Come on kitty cat put down da homme." The man in the trench said motioning with his gloved hands with the fingers cut off.
" Stay out of this Gambit." The beast like cat man yelled out. Tightening his grip on the mans neck, causing his to cry out in pain.
" Look Sabertooth ya don't even know if de fillie and her partner a here, Noh?" Gambit said with a smirk. Frowning Sabertooth dropped the frightened bar tender to the ground hard. " Thank yah." Gambit then walked over to the trembling man and removed his sunglasses to reveal his red on black demon eyes.
" Don't kill me." The trembling man spoke shakily.
Gambit chuckled, and now was right in front of the man. " What y'name homme?"
" M.Mark." He said in a quivering tongue.
" Well Mark, my friend here won't kill y' if y' can tell me if y' seen dis fillie?" Gambit said holding out a picture of Rogue walking on a desolate street. She wore all black except for a silver necklace that dangled from her neck and her hair was short right above her shoulders.
Shaking Mark took the picture. He was about to say no, but he then saw the silver necklace. Straining his eyes to see the silver chain around her neck, Mark remember a girl at the bar playing with a necklace like that. " Was she traveling with a man?"
" Oui, do y' know where dey went?" Gambit asked calmly.
" The girl wanted to go east, and I think the man said New York. Why do you want." But they were gone. Mark was left alone in his torn up bar; slowly standing up and making his way to the door. Mark looked up and saw a card slowly descend to his feet. It had a strange glow about it so he picked it up.
" Couldn't I've just kill him?" A very pissed off Sabertooth asked, as he flowed Gambit out of the city.
" Cause y'way is t' messy." Gambit said as they reached the edge of the town as if on cue a large explosion sounded and the ground shook, beneath them. Still smiling Gambit got on his motorcycle, roared it up and took off.
" Oh and your way is far better, Cajun." Sabertooth said under his breath as he got on to his motorcycle. Taking one last look to the burning city Sabertooth smiled and took off at blinding speed to follow the Cajun to New York.
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" Five more minutes Logan." A half a sleep Rogue tried to yell out. As she swatted away Logan's hand that had been shaking her shoulder. Missing of course.
" Come on Stripes.." Logan moved away from her and grabbed her black jacket. " We've gotta get in a work out before the fights tomorrow night."
" Argh." Rogue yelled as she threw off the covers, walking straight to the bathroom, grabbing her duffel bag on the way. " This time y'covern' up. GOT IT!!!" Rogue yelled from the bathroom.
" Alright Stripes, fair enough." Logan said with a sigh, as he tossed her coat on the bed and changed into a black long sleeve shirt. He rarely wore it, only time he did was when Rogue didn't want to cover up for sparing, so on occasion he would wear it.
Several minutes later Rogue emerged from the bathroom wearing a black tank top, semi tight black jeans, and a pair of lightweight boots. Yet no make up, and her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. And of course she wore her black gloves. She looked so cute Logan couldn't help but smile.
" Ya ready t' go?" Rogue asked as she headed to the door after grabbing her coat.
" Yup, lets go." Logan said as he followed her out the door.
They walked out of the motel it was around the late afternoon, maybe three or four. They walked down the streets in silence. The small town was more alive then it had been earlier in the morning. Making occasional comments Logan and Rogue walked to a small run down park, stepping into a clearing they took fighting stances.
" You pick the steaks Stripes." Logan called out as they began to circle each other.
" All out, powers and all, ah win ya let meh get that motorcycle ah've been eyein'." Rogue said confidently. Logan couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips.
" Pretty confident aren't we?" Logan asked. " And if I win?"
" Ya win an'.an'..an' ah'll give ya 50% of my winin's for th' month." Rogue heisted a bit but then returned the smirk to her lips. But Logan was shaking his head no. " What da ya mean no?"
" I'm not haven you bet against yourself. That and I wouldn't take your money Stripes. How about we go and check out that school in New York." Logan said calmly.
" You can't be serious." Fear washed over her face flowed by rage. " Hey you were planning on taking meh there all along. WEREN'T YA?" Rogue screamed.
" Now Stripes I." Logan barely got that out before he felt a hard kick to the gut. *Cough*
" YA SET MEH UP!!! You promised you wouldn't take me there." Rogue yelled as she sent her right fist at his head but he blocked it.
" Look Rogue, I'm doing what I think is best for you." Logan said as he dogged another kick.
" Bye ditchin' meh?" Rogue cried out, she put all her anger and rage into every kick and punch. But Logan either blocked or dogged them. One out of five made there mark and caused damaged.
" Who said that.I never thought of ditching you Stripes." Logan let out a low growl and made a grab for her arm, but missed.
With out thinking Rogue shoved her bare elbow into Logan's jaw when it was in range. Logan went still for a moment, and Rogue tried to pull away, but wasn't quick enough, after a few moments Rogue finally was able to pull away but both were affecte.
Authors Note: To let you know. This is NOT a Logan/Rogue pairing. I hate those kinds, they just seem wrong. Please review and tell me what you think. And for those that are wondering when I'll update my other fics, I honestly don't know. Writing them is like pulling teeth, so I'm sorry, I'll write when I can. But with this fic for some reason the ideas keep on flowing form my head to the paper. My set back is typing them up. So I'll update when I can. (
A/N: When I reread my fics I don't catch all the spelling and grammar errors so sorry. If any one out there want to help me with that let me know. And now on with the fic. Oh one more thing, sorry if I've screwed up either Rogue or Gambit's accents, but I'm trying.
Drifters
Chapter 2: Y'Ditchin' Meh?
Outside a town a called Sam Hill Falls a man wearing a tan trench coat stood there flipping a card through his fingers, as his scruffy hair was being blown in the wind. He wore all black underneath his trench coat, along with some brown boots. He gazed at the desolate town seeing it through black sunglasses.
The man in the trench coat was becoming impatient, so he decided to follow his comrade into the town. Who had left him to wait until he had searched the town, for what they were looking for. ' Like I'm gonna wait for dey pussy cat.' He mussed.
Walking around the desolate streets for less than five minutes, still fiddling around with the card in his right hand. He heard a few loud crashing sounds, and what seemed like a roaring cat, the man smirked and ran in the bar where the sounds originated.
Inside he found, his comrade with a frighten old man wearing an apron, he was obviously the bartender of what was now a pretty trashed bar.
" Come on kitty cat put down da homme." The man in the trench said motioning with his gloved hands with the fingers cut off.
" Stay out of this Gambit." The beast like cat man yelled out. Tightening his grip on the mans neck, causing his to cry out in pain.
" Look Sabertooth ya don't even know if de fillie and her partner a here, Noh?" Gambit said with a smirk. Frowning Sabertooth dropped the frightened bar tender to the ground hard. " Thank yah." Gambit then walked over to the trembling man and removed his sunglasses to reveal his red on black demon eyes.
" Don't kill me." The trembling man spoke shakily.
Gambit chuckled, and now was right in front of the man. " What y'name homme?"
" M.Mark." He said in a quivering tongue.
" Well Mark, my friend here won't kill y' if y' can tell me if y' seen dis fillie?" Gambit said holding out a picture of Rogue walking on a desolate street. She wore all black except for a silver necklace that dangled from her neck and her hair was short right above her shoulders.
Shaking Mark took the picture. He was about to say no, but he then saw the silver necklace. Straining his eyes to see the silver chain around her neck, Mark remember a girl at the bar playing with a necklace like that. " Was she traveling with a man?"
" Oui, do y' know where dey went?" Gambit asked calmly.
" The girl wanted to go east, and I think the man said New York. Why do you want." But they were gone. Mark was left alone in his torn up bar; slowly standing up and making his way to the door. Mark looked up and saw a card slowly descend to his feet. It had a strange glow about it so he picked it up.
" Couldn't I've just kill him?" A very pissed off Sabertooth asked, as he flowed Gambit out of the city.
" Cause y'way is t' messy." Gambit said as they reached the edge of the town as if on cue a large explosion sounded and the ground shook, beneath them. Still smiling Gambit got on his motorcycle, roared it up and took off.
" Oh and your way is far better, Cajun." Sabertooth said under his breath as he got on to his motorcycle. Taking one last look to the burning city Sabertooth smiled and took off at blinding speed to follow the Cajun to New York.
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" Five more minutes Logan." A half a sleep Rogue tried to yell out. As she swatted away Logan's hand that had been shaking her shoulder. Missing of course.
" Come on Stripes.." Logan moved away from her and grabbed her black jacket. " We've gotta get in a work out before the fights tomorrow night."
" Argh." Rogue yelled as she threw off the covers, walking straight to the bathroom, grabbing her duffel bag on the way. " This time y'covern' up. GOT IT!!!" Rogue yelled from the bathroom.
" Alright Stripes, fair enough." Logan said with a sigh, as he tossed her coat on the bed and changed into a black long sleeve shirt. He rarely wore it, only time he did was when Rogue didn't want to cover up for sparing, so on occasion he would wear it.
Several minutes later Rogue emerged from the bathroom wearing a black tank top, semi tight black jeans, and a pair of lightweight boots. Yet no make up, and her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. And of course she wore her black gloves. She looked so cute Logan couldn't help but smile.
" Ya ready t' go?" Rogue asked as she headed to the door after grabbing her coat.
" Yup, lets go." Logan said as he followed her out the door.
They walked out of the motel it was around the late afternoon, maybe three or four. They walked down the streets in silence. The small town was more alive then it had been earlier in the morning. Making occasional comments Logan and Rogue walked to a small run down park, stepping into a clearing they took fighting stances.
" You pick the steaks Stripes." Logan called out as they began to circle each other.
" All out, powers and all, ah win ya let meh get that motorcycle ah've been eyein'." Rogue said confidently. Logan couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips.
" Pretty confident aren't we?" Logan asked. " And if I win?"
" Ya win an'.an'..an' ah'll give ya 50% of my winin's for th' month." Rogue heisted a bit but then returned the smirk to her lips. But Logan was shaking his head no. " What da ya mean no?"
" I'm not haven you bet against yourself. That and I wouldn't take your money Stripes. How about we go and check out that school in New York." Logan said calmly.
" You can't be serious." Fear washed over her face flowed by rage. " Hey you were planning on taking meh there all along. WEREN'T YA?" Rogue screamed.
" Now Stripes I." Logan barely got that out before he felt a hard kick to the gut. *Cough*
" YA SET MEH UP!!! You promised you wouldn't take me there." Rogue yelled as she sent her right fist at his head but he blocked it.
" Look Rogue, I'm doing what I think is best for you." Logan said as he dogged another kick.
" Bye ditchin' meh?" Rogue cried out, she put all her anger and rage into every kick and punch. But Logan either blocked or dogged them. One out of five made there mark and caused damaged.
" Who said that.I never thought of ditching you Stripes." Logan let out a low growl and made a grab for her arm, but missed.
With out thinking Rogue shoved her bare elbow into Logan's jaw when it was in range. Logan went still for a moment, and Rogue tried to pull away, but wasn't quick enough, after a few moments Rogue finally was able to pull away but both were affecte.
Authors Note: To let you know. This is NOT a Logan/Rogue pairing. I hate those kinds, they just seem wrong. Please review and tell me what you think. And for those that are wondering when I'll update my other fics, I honestly don't know. Writing them is like pulling teeth, so I'm sorry, I'll write when I can. But with this fic for some reason the ideas keep on flowing form my head to the paper. My set back is typing them up. So I'll update when I can. (