Chapter 2

Deja Vu

"A drink Ms. Delaflote?"

"No! I did not want one an hour ago, I did not want one ten minutes ago, and I don't want one now! Laissez-moi seul!" The male flight attendant bowed his head slightly and moved away from the irritated woman.

"She is in a bad mood isn't she?" a nearby man asked.
"Well what do you expect Ethan," answered another man that was seated next to him.

"Wouldn't you be if someone was always trying to kill you?"

Ethan nodded.
"I suppose you are right." He suddenly frowned as if he was contemplating something.
"What?" asked his friend.
"Nothing Jake, it's just…"

"It's just what?"

"Do you really think sending her to that mutant school is the best thing for her?"

Jake rolled his eyes.
"You've been talking to her again haven't you?" Ethan looked at the man sheepishly.

"Man Ethan. How many times do I have to tell you not to listen to that chick? You know what she's like. She'll talk you into anything in a second. She'd talk you into shooting your own self in the head if she got a notion to."

Ethan scoffed.
"Well it's not like you're so unsusceptible," he grumbled.
"And that's why I don't listen to her! Our job it to protect her, Ethan, not be her friend."

Ethan sighed.

"You're right Jake. I shouldn't have…this school is the best thing for her."

Jake slapped Ethan on the back.
"That's a good man Ethan. And just think about it this way. With her at the school that means we get a well overdue vacation time. You no what that means…"

Ethan chuckled.

"Cancun here we come!"

"I said I don't want anyzhing! What is God's name is wrong witz you people! Zhis is unacceptable!" Jake rolled his eyesat Ethan.
"The sooner the better, no?"

"ETHAN! JAKE! Tuez la prochaine personne qui me demande si je veux une boisson!

"Rogue? Rogue? ROGUE?!"

Rogue jumped and looked around.
Several giggles echoed through out the classroom.
"Oh have you decided to join us now Rogue," asked her angry teacher.
Rogue just glanced at her and shrugged.

This only served to further infuriate the woman.
"Rogue, may I ask why you even bother to come to school if you are just going to sit there spaced out the entire time?"

"Ah don't know," she answered truthfully.
Another round of giggles went up.
Rogue wasn't trying to be sarcastic in the least. She really didn't know why. She came to school every day and did absolutely nothing. She just sat there in her own thoughts while the teachers droned on about the same old thing. Then she went to lunch and ate the same old thing at the same old table by herself like she always did.

"Well if you don't know," the teacher was saying, "then perhaps you can think up a reason while you are heading to the principle's office!"

"Figures," she muttered, getting up to leaving.
She heard a few snickers and comments as she left the room. The same old snickers and comments she heard every day.
"The Professor is going to kill me," she thought as she headed to the same place she went every school day.
Once there she sat in the same chair she always sat in and listened to the same speech the principle always gave her. Well actually she only pretended to listen, like she always did. Then it was off to detention. As she sat there she thought about how when she went home the Professor would give her the same speech he always did. Then she'd have to do the same danger-room sessions with the same simulations as she always did.

"God, when will it ever end?" she suddenly shouted.
A few other students looked up at her.
"Oops," she muttered and slid down further in her seat.
"Feeling a little stressed chere?" came a husky voice from behind her.

She instantly tensed.
"What do you want swamp rat?" she questioned irritably.
Remy smiled mischievously.

"I tink you know de answer to dat chere," he answered in the same husky voice.

He ran his gloved fingers down her back.
Rogue could instantly feel her face warm.

"Don't touch me," she hissed, turning around slightly.
Remy smirked at her.
"No offense chere but judging by de color of yo' face. I don't tink yo' body agrees wit dat."

Rogue scowled at him but said nothing.

She just turned back around and stared straight ahead.
Remy frowned slightly.
What was this? No comebacks? No insults? No death threats? Something must be wrong here.
"Rogue, what's wrong?" he asked.

Rogue ignored him and said nothing.

Remy's frown deepened.
"Rogue?"

Still nothing.
Remy sighed and slid down in his seat as well.
He took out a deck of cards and began to shuffle them.

"Ah hate school," Rogue suddenly murmured. She turned around and glared at the pouting Cajun.

"And Ah hate you too," she added a little more loudly.
"Go ta bed!" Remy said with a mock shocked look on his face.
"You have a dirty, dirty mind Remy Lebeau!" Rogue said in disgust.
Remy began to chuckle.

"Go to bed is Cajun for get out of here; I don't believe you, chere."

"Oh."

Remy smirked at her.
"Guess it's not Remy wit de dirty mind after all, huh chere?"

"Whatever," Rogue muttered feeling slightly embarrassed.

Remy grinned.
"Dat's ok chere. Remy like yo' dirty thoughts."

He leaned over his desk until their faces were almost touching.
"Maybe we try dem out soon, no?"

Rogue felt her stomach do flip flops as she stared into red on black eyes. Those gorgeous, gorgeous red on black eyes.
"Vous êtes si belle," he whispered.

He stroked her cheek softly.
"Hey you two, cut it out!" yelled the detention teacher.
Remy stiffened and pulled away from her.

"Not cool homme," he muttered under his breath.
Rogue blushed slightly and turned back around in her seat.
The teacher rolled his eyes and went back to reading his newspaper. As far as he was concerned all these little delinquents could do what they wanted. But he also figured the least he could do was make sure they weren't making babies in the freakin' classroom.

"Welcome to Bayville Ms. Delaflote."

Callia frowned slightly as surveyed her surroundings.
It was defiantly not France.

"I won't make it a week," she thought. "I will simply die of boredom."

As if sensing her disappointment her greeter smiled at her.

"Don't worry. I have already arranged for to have a tour of the town. I'm sure you'll be quite…pleased with you're guide." The woman looked at him doubtfully. She however managed a polite smiled.
"Merci Monsieur Xavier I appreciate your kindness."

The Professor smiled gently.
"You're quite welcome my dear. And may I be the first to say… welcome to the X-men!"

Yay for me! I've been trying to put in some Cajun phrases I found online and I finally got the chance! Anyways, I know this isn't the most exciting chapter but stay with me. Now that Callia is here things should be getting a whole lot more interesting. ;-) Thanks for reading this chapter. Read and Review.

Translations:
Laissez-moi seul!" (Leave me alone)

Tuez la prochaine personne qui me demande si je veux une boisson! (Kill the next person who asks to me whether I want a drink!)

"Vous êtes si belle." (You are so beautiful)