Author Rant: Wow! I got reviews already. Hehe. Wohoo! Just wanted to send out a couple of messages to those that reviewed. Redid the Chapter as well, hehe… I hate cliffhangers too.
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The Flying Pen: hehehe… Just read ^_^ although you might want to do something about that eye.
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Disclaimer: I am the happy owner 52 pairs of socks, 32 tank tops, a DVD box set of Lain (awesome anime, I suggest all see it), a pair of Mary Jane's that has so far lasted 3 years, and a shiny nickel. However, I do not own X-men Evolution. Nothing can fill the hole in my heart for that which I cannot possess. But I shall disrupt my perpetual misery to write this fanfic ^_^

The sound footsteps quickly caught Remy Lebeau's attention. He had only just stepped into the building, and someone was up and about. Now I know Remy not gettin rusty, he thought to himself as he made his way across the ground floor of the Xavier School. He smirked at the mere thought as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the Ace of Hearts. 'course not. He quickly hid himself in the shadows near the staircase as he heard the creaking of someone walking down. He hadn't been expecting a battle, just a simple break-in--a sort of challenge set up by the master of magnetism. Of course he had been given the young thief an objective, enter the Danger Room mainframe and alter the schematics for the students' "lesson" for the next day. Magneto had a message to send, and Remy was to be the delivery boy, as usual. Magneto had worked out the details of the plan from the disk that he was to use to hack into the systems to the dealing with the nightly-guardsman, the one they called Wolverine. But that wasn't important at the moment, nor was it of much interest to him as opposed to a possible confrontation.

The young woman didn't notice the pair of demon eyes staring at her as she made her way down the steps. Merde, I think I'm in trouble, he thought as he took in the lithe figure that seemed to float down to bottom of the staircase. Piercing green eyes, porcelain skin, soft auburn hair tied to a bun with white bangs framing her delicate features, curvaceous figure, and… well, it helped that she was wearing nothing but a sports bra and sweatpants--sweatpants that hugged her hips exposing an athletic figure that many never got to see.

Suddenly she paused at the bottom of the step and looked in his direction. Had she spotted him? He wasn't going to give the time to find out though, as beautiful as she was, she wasn't going to get in the way. But just before he was able to charge the card he held in his hand, he noticed the smile that she had in her face. It seemed to illuminate her features leaving the prince of thieves entranced. And that's when it hit him, who she was and why she looked so familiar. She was the girl from the battle, and she was just as entrancing as she was then. He had run into her once after the battle, when he was searching for the members of the Brotherhood. Nothing compared to this meeting though. Each time he had seen her beforehand she seemed to put up an icy front to shut people out, something he didn't need his powers to see that. But now she had put down her defenses and he could see her for what she truly was, and she was beautiful. Course she was still the enemy, but Remy could never resist a pretty young lady.

Dis job just got more interesting, he smirked as the young girl walked away. She hadn't noticed him. The Cajun was left pondering as she walked off whether or not that was a good thing. He eyed her as she walked down the hallway, making sure that it wasn't a part of some sort of strategy to catch him. But she paused once again just as she was about to enter one of the rooms. She was looking towards the opposite direction of the hallway. He hadn't caught her attention, but something else had. He slowly began to move in closer to try to make out whom she had seen. Merde. He was too late, however.

A loud growl came from the shadows as Rogue stepped back. "Logan?" the girl said as she backed away. "What are ya doing back?" From the shadows stepped a man dressed in an orange combat outfit. He looked just past the young girl towards Remy, releasing his adamantium claws.

"Get out of here, Stripes," the older man growled as he stared down the intruder.

"Why? Wha--" she said as she turned around to face the figure that now stood inches away from her. Her eyes grew wide as she looked into the eyes of the man behind him. She instantly recognized him, one of Magneto's lackey's, the one who had given her the charged card. Her mind was racing a mile a minute as she slowly moved out of the way. How long had he been standing behind her? Was he watching her the entire time she was down there? At that moment Rogue had become quite aware of what she was dressed in and wrapped her arms around her waist.

"Sorry for de fright, chere," Remy grinned noting the girl's sudden concern for the amount of skin she had exposed. "Hope ya don't take Remy for being a peeping Tom, but ya awfully distracting." His smile widened when he saw the blush form on the young girl's cheeks as she turned away her eyes from his glance.

Yes, things got a lot more interesting.