Super Disclaimer: Nothing and no one, say it with me.

(An: This idea came to me out of the blue and I just expounded on it until I got this. I just hated how they had Remy on the Acolytes- it's not fair! He was only in a few eps- so I like doing AU's where that nasty little detail gets fixed. All right, stuff you need to know: 1)I am -aware- that Kurt has an accent, but since he's my fav char, I refuse to submit him to the indignity of codifying it2) I'm not going to have Remy talk in third person much 'cause he doesn't in Evo, 3) this is set towards the middle of the second season, 4) symbols: italics are thoughts and/or other languages, bold is emphasis, ect.)

Rogue wasn't exactly sure just how so much chaos had happened in the space of about five minutes.

She had thought watching the mansion would be easy; all she was supposed to do was make sure that Kitty, Kurt, Sam, and/or Rahne didn't do anything majorly destructive.

However, majorly destructive pretty much summed up what had happened.

Rogue wasn't quite sure about how it had happened. She had left her post on the couch for a few minutes to get a soda and Kitty and Kurt had snuck past her.

Somehow, they'd managed to get a noodle bomb in Logan's room. Logan, smelling it, got Sam (who was passing by at the time) to open it, just in case. He got slammed by the bomb and that activated his powers, in turn slamming him into Rahne's room and breaking down her door.

So now she was sitting in the professor's office, trying to explain what had gone on.

She had finished up her explanation and was waiting for the professor's verdict when there was a beeping sound from Cerebro's chamber. "New mutant detected," said an electronic voice.

A FEW HOURS LATER

Feeling exactly the way she had earlier, Rogue stepped off the X-jet.

The professor had decided as punishment, he was sending Rogue, Kurt, Kitty, Logan, Sam, and Rahne to collect the new mutant.

"All right, bubs," said Logan, gesturing for them to gather by him, "here's the deal. This mutant is dangerous. He has absolutely no control, and just about anything he touches blows up. He knows the territory, and has nothing to lose. If you find him, do not engage. Ya got that?"

He glared at them and they all nodded.

"Good. We're pairin' off. Elf, you're with Half-Pint. Cannonball, Wolfsbane, you're together. Stripes, you're with me. All right. We're lookin' fer a tall nineteen-ish man, brown hair, weird eyes. He shouldn't be too hard to find. If you run into him, contact the others and tail him. Now, break."

The three groups headed off in different directions throughout New Orleans.

-

Sam and Rahne found him first.

"Do ye hear somethin'?" asked Rahne, stopping short.

"No..." said Sam, looking around.

Rahne transformed. She stood there for a moment, ears cocked, and then ran off down the street, Sam in hot pursuit.

-

Remy LeBeau ran down the street, hands fisted. He had no idea what was going on with him, only that touching things was a very bad idea right now.

He refused to think about that though; right now he was fixed on finding somewhere to hide, since the Assassins were hot on his tail.

He skidded into an alleyway and ducked behind a dumpster. There was the sound of pounding feet as the mob of irate thieves ran by.

Remy could hardly believe his luck. He leaned against the wall for a second, panting. I've just gotta get outta here, to de bayou. I can hide dere tonight, skip town tommorrow.

He wasn't sure what to do about the touching thing though.

He was about to head for the bayou when he was approached by two people.

-

Sam saw him first. The guy fit the description: teenaged, tall, with eyes that seemed to glow in the dark alley. He whispered into his com and then headed into the alley.

-

The people were dressed alike, in black spandexy suits; there the similarities ended. The girl had russet red hair and green eyes. The guy was taller, with blond hair that brushed his shoulders and smoky blue eyes. He took a few hesitant steps forward.

Remy considered his options. They weren't all that promising. The alleyway was narrow and he wasn't sure if the touching thing applied to people just yet.

"Hello," said the boy. "My name is Sam. I-"

There was the sound of shouting in the distance.

Remy ignored his better sense and pushed past the confused teens.

-

Rahne and Sam stood there blinking for a second. Sam pressed his com again. "He ran off," Sam reported. He turned it off, and spoke to Rahne. "Ok, that didn't work. Think you can smell him?"

Rahne nodded. "Man's got a strong scent," she commented, and transformed.

She trotted off, nose to the ground, Sam following.

-

Kurt and Kitty weren't having any luck. They'd gotten Sam and Rahne's com message, but were staying in their part of the city, since according to them, he'd run in their direction. However, New Orleans was a big city, with plenty of back alleys and winding streets.

"Well, he's not down that way," said Kurt, by Kitty's side.

"So let's try this o-" Kitty began. She was interrupted by the guy who ran into her. He phased through her and hit the ground with an undignified thud.

"Mon Dieu," he whispered, looking behind himself, then at his hands, palm down on the sidewalk. Said sidewalk was glowing a faint red.

"I don't think that's, like, a good sign," said Kitty. "Bamf!"

Kurt grabbed her and put a hand on the guy. They were gone in a cloud of smoke.

The sidewalk section exploded, dissuading Rahne and Sam, who walked by just as it did.

"Ow," said Kitty, lying on top of Kurt, who in turn was on top of the guy. "Kurt, we need to, like, work on your landings."

The boy scrambled out from beneath them, his eyes wide. He stood up, looking as though he was in too much shock to run.

Kitty stood up, her hands held up in a gesture of harmlessness. "Don't be, like, scared. We're here to help."

The guy let out a hoarse bark of a laugh as he backed up. "Don' be scared? Petite, if you've been through what I have, Dieu, it's impossible not to be." His bearings back, he ran off.

Kurt sat up, notifying everyone else that they'd found him on his com.

Kitty rolled her eyes at the retreating Cajun, then helped Kurt up and resumed chase.

A few minutes later, they were joined by Rahne and Sam.

"I wonder why nobody thinks that a wolf, a demon, a valley girl, and a southerner chasing a guy is weird," Kurt commented, panting.

"This is New Orleans," Sam replied. "Everyone's either drunk or just doesn't care."

(And that's a wrap. I'd enjoy it if you'd review.)