Author's Notes: I want to first off say that this is my first X-Men fanfic, so please be gentle with the story. I may not have Remy's character down yet, so bear with it. Also if you love Romy… This story isn't for you at all. Depending on the reviews I may go on with this story.
Summary: What happens when a comic book becomes a portal for one lucky fangirl? Well for Remy LeBeau, Logan and Rogue get to find out the hard way…
Pairings: Rogue/Remy, Remy/OC, and Logan/OC… No slash…
Rating: PG-13 (though it may change later on).

When Two Worlds Clash
By Crys Skywalker

My name is Raven, or at least that's my code name I go by. I would have never realized that I would be sitting and writing this, all because of one little incident… Well maybe not that little of an incident. I had always dream of having adventures and fun, but my hacking days for the job I had limit my fun. But when this happened I never would have imagined that my favorite comic book would be in the center of it all. This all started about a month ago.

My job was what you could say as a dead end job and hacking was just as boring as the job that I was getting the information for to begin with. I was working for a tabloid company, yeah that's right, the one that puts that crap out in the grocery stores. Honestly the job royally reeks, but the pay allows me to have food and an apartment, so I can't really complain. Well I was on my computer with my favorite comics scattered around me. That comic was, and mind you still is, X-Men. I was enjoying a little of the down time before I had to be at the office as usual. My boss had expected me to have the next government conspiracy in hand, so that they could get this week issue out in the stores. I was getting tried of this and decided to b.s. my way through this assignment…

Well that was until I can across a weird site. I clicked on it and began reading it. As soon as I saw it I started laughing hard. It was called project Cerebro. I was thinking about X-Men instantly. I was beginning to think that the government was trying to produce their own mutants. Was that even possible? Well I started to read the site. As my dusty blonde hair fell into my reading blue-gray eyes, I found out really quickly that the project was different than what I had original thought. It was something that was like the stargate crossed with sliders…That for me proved that I was watching way too many sci-fi shows at night.

To put in lame man's terms, the project was to produce a portal that could open galaxies or parallel worlds. They were looking for tears in the space-time continuum. I was laughing a bit, because it also reminded me of the times that I watched Star Trek. My wayward eyes glanced at the time and I finally snapped out of my little trance. I had to be at work and again I was going to be late. I guess it was a good thing that they didn't want to lose me, or I would have been fired months ago. I downloaded the information quickly onto a disk and shoved it into my pack that was slung onto my shoulder. With the way my job was, I really didn't care if I was late, but I already was late three times this week and I really didn't want to be any more. If I sat there a little longer and read the next paragraph I would have known what was going to happen to me.

I took my usual path on the way to work. I always cut through a really dense park, which mind you, which was a waste with it being in a desert area. I never really understand it; I just hurry to get to work. If I weren't in much of a hurry to get to work, I would have never been able to meet the man of my dreams, nor would I be sitting here telling the world what happened to me.

There was a bright light that was really intense. I had to stop and cover my eyes. After that there was an intense wind that knocked me over and all of my books out of my satchel. I quickly grabbed up everything and found my pepper spray just incase. I really could fight; I was just too tired to do so. I heard a moan and decided to check out what happened.

There was a man laying on the ground in the fetal position. He was clutching his side, but that was hard to tell at first. The trench coat that he wore abstracted my view quite well. I quickly put the spray back into my pocket. I walked to the man and sat on my knees. Gently and softy I patted his really soft auburn hair. I wanted to make sure that I didn't startle the man. I hadn't had my coffee and I really didn't want him to cause me to have a heart attack. He had his eyes squeezed shut as if he was afraid to open them. I tired to coax him to say something or at least look at me. He covered his face with his hand and softly whispered something that I didn't make out.

"Did you say something …sir?" I kept the sarcasm out of my voice. I had a tendency to be sarcastic all the time and that became a problem at times.

"Rogue…" He moaned softly again. He began to shudder a bit. I was shocked by what he said. I could tell by his voice that he was a Cajun, but what he said was the one that made me realize. I could tell that he said that as a name not anything else.

"Naw, It couldn't be him… Could it?" I muttered out loud. I hadn't realized that I said it out loud, until he said something.

"It couldn't be who, petite?" His accent was thick and unmistakable. Looked at him with the shock revealed all over my body. My blue-gray eyes glanced into his red and black eyes. Tears began to build up in the man's eyes as the pain increased.

"Petite?" He asked as he passed out in my arms. All I could do…

"Remy LeBeau?" I asked in disbelief.

TBC…