IvyZoe-LOL. Thanks, but don't worry they are mutants. Rogue doesn't have anybody else's powers but her own. And Remy, well, what can I say, he's Remy.

BananaPanda-So glad you liked it. But yeah, they had to crash. I'm glad you like it, well actually I'm glad you found it. I only started it today. I looked it up trying to find a good place to send them off from, so yep, Martinique is a little french island in the Caribbean somewhere. I also wanted to thank you for all you said in your reviews for Living Like A Rogue, although, I don't know if I would want to see five more little one's like her, Remy or Logan running around. LOL. :-) That would be trouble waiting to happen.

LOST

The thief woke up with a headache, near dawn, but was quick to notice that he was on a beach with a woman huddled close to him as they lay near a campfire. It took him a few minutes to piece together what had happened that night. He looked the woman before him intently as he saw her shiver. He moved closer to her and wrapped his arm around her noting that her clothes were still a bit damp. As he watched her though, she turned over and was about to snuggle into him when she jumped out of his arms and continued to scoot away from him frantically until she reached, what seemed to her, a good safe distance. He eyed her curiously as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. But then her jawed dropped as her eyes went wide when she looked up at him. 'Merde, Remy not be wearin' his glasses.' He puts his hands up in mock surrender as he stood up.

"Not gonna hurt ya chere." he told her in a calm manner. She blinked a few times before she could answer.

"Are those real?" she asked skeptically pointing at his eyes. He smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"Mais oui, dat hair real?" he asked her playfully, and as if not knowing what he was talking about, picked up a lock of hair and looked over it.

"Yeah. Ya a mutant?" she asked as she stood up wiping the sand off of her as much as she could. He couldn't help but look her over as she did so. But as soon as her eyes met his, he answered. "Oui. Dat be ok wit ya?" she looked at him oddly.

"Ah couldn't care less, just don't touch meh an' we should get 'long fahne. Ya know anythin' 'bout this place or how ta get out of heah?" he took a deep breath looking at the scene before him.

"Non." he shook his head. "Mais we figure something." Her anger got the best of her as she stomped over to him replacing her gloves over her hands, "NO! Ya crashed us on this island, who knows where, and ya don't even know how ta get us back ta civilization? Don't the airlines or somebody teach how ta handle situations lahke this? What kind'a pilot are ya?" she yelled at him. He just stood there with a smirk plastered on his face watching her. After a moment, he couldn't help himself when he answered, "Remy be one of'a kind chere." She let out a huff.

"Remy, that's ya name?" he took her gloved hand but held firm to it when she tried to pull away, "Remy LeBeau at ya service chere." then he kissed her hand.

"And what be da belle femme's nom dat he be stuck wit on dis here island?" he asked her nonchalantly.

"Ya can call meh Rogue. And Ah told ya not ta touch meh." he looked her over, but still amused over the way that she was acting.

"Don't have a real name chere? Or is it dat ya don't trust Remy, when we be stuck out here dependin' on each other ta get out?" she let out another huff. Then faintly muttered, "Marie." he grinned at her.

"Remy took in his surroundings once more, then turned back to her.

"Ya be hungry Marie?" the growl from her stomach was enough for an answer for her, but it made her blush. He enjoyed the shade of red that she turned. 'Dis maybe more fun den Remy thought.'

"An' what 'xactly we gonna eat out here?" he gestured to the ocean.

"Ever go fishin'?" she shook her head. He smirked larger than before.

"A good ol' southern femme like you never gone fishin'?" she looked up at him annoyed.

"It's not lahke it was on the top of mah ta do list, alright!" he chuckled.

"Don't worry none, chere. Remy never do it either."

"Where ya from?" she eyed him curiously.

"Louisiana." he told her, not wanting to give up too much information.

"Alright swamp rat, Ah'll give. How ya gonna catch fish if'n ya nevah done it 'fore?" He just looked her over again as she placed one of her hands on her hip and gestured out to the ocean just past them.

"How hard it be?" he walked past her and went looking for something to catch the fish with. That's when he found a couple of longer pieces of wood that he could easily shape into a spear. He took a playing card out of his pocket and pressed it into the wood at an angle. She watched from afar as the card glowed red and it sent a small chunk of the wood flying away. He did this until he had a sharp point. He then turned to her smirking, "Ya wanna try dis chere?" but she saw it as him challenging her, so she stomped over to him and snatched the spear. She made her way to where the fire was, and threw her gloves near it, and then began to strip down to her black bra and matching black underwear. He actually lost his breath, but she didn't even bother to notice him. She ran into the water until she was waist deep, then began to creep around searching for fish large enough to bother with. He watched her intently using only his eyes to trace each of her curves. But she brought him out of his revere when she had caught one. He couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her trying to handle the large fish as it splashed at her trying to escape. He quickly made his way out to her throwing off his clothes, down to his boxers, along the way, also not wanting to have to walk around in wet clothes.

Once Remy reached her, he grabbed the fish from her spear and made his way back to the beach quickly. At first she was scared, since she did not see him coming, but calmed down, once he ran back towards the beach. She had only recently learned how to control her powers, but she still didn't trust herself. As far as she was concerned, her skin was poisonous and it was better to be safe than sorry. But she watched him run off with her fish, her victory she thought as she smiled to herself. Every movement he made was almost cat-like, it was so graceful. A breathe caught in her throat when he looked up and saw her staring at him, she hadn't meant to. She blushed and went looking for another fish.

When she caught the second one, he noticed and made his way out to her once again, as he was already cooking the other one. She followed him but made sure to keep her distance. Once they reached the beach he took her spear and used it to pick up the cooked fish and laid it down on a piece of wood and handed it to her. He watched her plop down onto the sand tired from her work. As he cooked the second fish, he always kept an eye on her, whether she knew it or not. In fact, he almost burned himself a few times. After she was done eating, she went back to her clothes and got herself dressed, seeing that she was dry enough after her venture out into the ocean. So he followed suit, putting his shoes and pants back on, but the shirt, he left unbuttoned. He turned to her.

"How'd dat plane look?" she laughed bitterly.

"Lahke it crashed." she told him as she threw her left overs into the fire. He nodded and made his way in the direction of where the crash should have been. She didn't fully understand what he was going to do, but figured that he would be her only way of getting off the island, and followed him.