Chapter 1

Wake Up Call

"GOOD MORNING CHERE!!!" yelled a grinning Cajun.

Rogue yelped and sat up straight in her soft warm bed.

She took a minute to calm her nerves and slow her breath before she turned and glared at the mischievous man.

He smiled innocently at her.

"Remy…what are ya doin' in mah freakin' room!!!"

Remy looked at her as if he was surprised at her outburst.

"Chere! What is de matter wit such a bonne fille as yourself on a fine mornin' as dis?" he asked with the same innocence he wore of his face.

Rogue growled loudly.

"GET OUT OF MY…"

"Shh," Remy rebuked her, as he clasped his gloved hand over her mouth. "Fait pas une esquandal! (Don't make such a racket!) People are trying to sleep!"

Rogue let out a frustrated whimper and fell back onto her bed.

Every since he had moved here he had been nothing but a nuisance.

"I think I liked him better when he was working for Magneto," she thought to herself, "At least then he was out of mah hair most of the tahme."

"Rogue you ok now?"

"Go away!" she hissed. "You're annoyin' as heck! No wondered Wolverine hates ya!"

Remy smirked at her and sat down on her bed.

"Don't tink Remy cares dat much what de ole geezer tinks 'bout him."

"Maybe you should. Ah think he may be on to somethin'."

A look of hurt flashed across Remy's face.

For a minute Rogue thought she had actually gotten to him. That she had finally punctured that cocky, self-centered shell of his.

However, only seconds after the look crossed his face, it was wiped away and replaced with its usual smirk.

"Cherie you wound me! And after Remy went through all de trouble of giving you a personal wake up call."

The southern girl glared at him.

Remy laughed heartily at her sour expression.

"Remy may I please see you in my office…now."

Remy jumped slightly and looked around anxiously.

Rogue smirked at this. She recognized the signs of the Professor just popping into someone's head.

"What's wrong sugah? Ya hearing things?"

Remy smiled flirtatiously at her.

"So I'm yo' sugar now huh?"

"Remy now!"

Rogue rolled her eyes as the Cajun jumped again.

"Geez, you'd think he'd be use to it by now," she thought to herself.

"Well Cherie Remy must go," he said dramatically. He bowed to her slightly. "But don't be sad la petite. Your true love shall return!"

"Remy…"

"Bye!"

He quickly darted out the room and down the hall.

Rogue sighed and laid her head back down on her pillow.

"Finally! Ah can get back to sleep."

"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!" wailed her alarm clock.

Kitty immediately popped up, now miraculously awakened from her former comatose-like sleep.

"Wow! What a like perfectly beautiful day," she gushed. "Hey Rogue wake… Ah!"

A pillow flew across the room and hit Kitty in the face.

"Will anybody let me sleep?!"

Remy sighed and opened the large oak door that led to the Professor's office.

This was not one of his favorite places to be.

Every since he had joined up with the X-Men, not to long ago, he had spend a lot of time in here.

It was always something.

There was always some rule he had broken.

There was always another lecture awaiting him.

I mean sure, there were some rules had deliberately broke.

Rules were made to be broken after all.

But some of the stuff these X-Men came up with were ridiculous.

"Us X-Men," he corrected himself mentally.

That was another thing.

He hadn't yet gotten into this whole "team thing."

Sure he ate with them and trained with them.

Heck he had even joined in on there little fun events. Well sometimes.

There was only so much mutant dodge ball he could take.

There was only so much mutant anything he could take.

Sometimes he wanted to just get away from everyone here.

Just get on his motorcycle and drive clear across country, like he use to do.

Back when he was alone. Back when he was his own man. Back when he was…free.

"Ah Remy, glad to see you made it here ok."

Remy looked at him irritably as he plopped down in a chair in front of the man's desk.

"Remy's here now. You can stop talkin' in his head."

A slightly amused look crossed Xavier's face.

"Of course. My apologies."

"So what did you want to talk to Remy about," asked the restless Cajun, as he began to idly shuffle his deck of cards.

The Professor sat in silence for a moment as if contemplating just how he'd say what he needed to say.

"Mr. Lebeau…"

"Oh so it's Mr. Lebeau now," Remy grumbled in his head.

"As you may or may not know we will soon be having a guest at our humble abode. You may have seen it on the news?"

Remy blinked silently at him as if he had been speaking a completely different language.

Charles cleared his throat.

"Perhaps not. Anyways, I was hoping that you would do us the favor by showing her around the mansion and Bayville."

Remy suddenly sat up straight in his chair, his eyebrow raised slightly.

"Her?"

Charles chuckled to himself inside. He thought that would get his attention.

"Yes, her. She is of French origin as I understand it. And I think she would feel more comfortable around someone who speaks her native language fluently."

Remy shook his head in agreement.

"Of course if you aren't interested in babysitting someone I could always get someone else to…"

"Non." Remy cut in. "Dat is to say, dat won't be necessary. Remy would be more den happy to show de petite around."

He stood up and headed for the door.

"Oh Remy," the Professor called out.

"Oui."

"Try not to get you or her into any trouble."

Remy smirked mischievously at the man.

"Remy not get into any trouble Professor. You don' have ta worry 'bout him none."

He then winked and was gone.

The Professor sighed.

"What have I done…?"

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