Disclaimer: Hmm…last time I checked I'm still just a high school student and not CEO of Marvel…ie. Avi Arad, therefore, I do not own the X-Men in any way shape or form…however, that doesn't mean I can't mess with them…insert evil laugh…

Author's Notes: Well, I decided to leave Chapter Five as it was because I came up with a totally kick ass chapter title. Plus, it's undisrupted ROMY! I've always wanted to do something where they're just so entirely volatile to each other, but you can still feel so much chemistry and attraction. So prep yourselves for a fight. Rubs hands together…Yup, things get nasty between each other…plus there's a nice delicious twist. For those who need a quick summary for what has happened, check out Part I, Chapter Four's Author's Notes. As you probably know…this fic was sprung from the progeny of ForbiddenScar's 'The Midnight Air'. It was a audience participation ficlet that asked reviewers to send in their ideas for stories that she would write for us…well, the premise of Rogue and Remy being spies was actually chosen by her this summer to be written. It was really cool. So this chapter takes a lot of my original ideas for her story and blends it with a few that she added to it.

Shout Outs:

I copied and pasted all of the reviews I wrote out to you guys the first day I really started writing this chapter…but yeah, the responses were all done in like October some time…but Yeah, I'm late and I know. I usually write out the responses before I write a chapter, I feel inspired, that way. I got distracted from writing this by real life…yup, real life…and because I wrote 'Taking A Chance' to make me and you all feel happy due to the horribleness of Romy sometimes…I had a lot of fun writing the responses to you guys in the new way this time…but I think there's a lot of flaws…I hate having to press reply and send tons of times and like…how can you get rid of responses completely when some people review anonymously and don't give you email addresses…sigh…oh well. I still thank my faithful reviewers! I'm really gonna miss not writing them in the format I have for so long…sigh.

Thanks to: bored247, Cat2fat900, ishandahalf, Gothik Strawberry and Realfarraige.

I suppose the way I was emailing my responses to you guys was a way to show you all that I'm working on this chapter and that I hadn't forgotten about it. I'll admit it, this ficcie has been neglected. Poor baby.

Welcome to the next installment of 'URX', my friends. Please fasten your seat belt and prepare for some turbulence!

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PART I CHAPTER FIVE: MEETING DESTINY AT GUNPOINT

…No one dies in this chapter…


So she's sitting there, in that coffee house, and across from her, intimately across, is the most gorgeous man she's ever laid eyes on. It was that uberly muscular, yet lean physique of his that was totally masculine and those ruggedly handsome, chiseled features on his still elfin face, refined and aristocratic, yet wild and rebellious, that attracted her. Gosh, those bad boys would be the end of her, if she had it her way. Not only is he deliciously sexy, he's intellectual, wickedly funny and witty, sweet, kind, compassionate, considerate, generous, charismatic, charming…

She could tell all this based on her gut feelings and her gut was telling her 'He's the best, most perfect man alive! Claim him!' Too bad she was vying for a spot in his company…the company in which he'd be her boss. If it wasn't for certain extenuating circumstances, she would have been all over him! …God that was a great smile. Damn, that laugh. He was one fine male specimen. Oh, and he's tall, because God knows, guys just have to be tall…and by tall, she knows he's at least six and a half feet of beautiful hot man. And if it wasn't for her godforsaken powers…

Too bad he was the enemy…

That just puts a downer on any possible relationship.

But then, she realizes, when he sends another sexy smile her way, that she wants to just for once forget that her curse exists. It just makes her want to believe in the world and all the possibilities that could lay at her fingertips…those perfect possibilities with him…

'Dammit, gal, focus!' she thought to herself, desperately trying to stop drooling. Hopefully, she gave off the impression of being attentive and sharp…after all those hours of training from Logan, she had to be…but hey, there was just something undeniably distracting about being in the presence of this man. She took deep breaths and focused on what he was talking about…Ooh…pretty smile.

(I just loved this opening sequence! It was such a blast to write to get back into the swing of things. Yup, our girl is totally fawning over Remy in disguise…let's see what Remy thinks.)


He's sitting there, in that nice, comfortably easy chair directly adjacent to her and all he can think about is that she is simply the most divine female creature he'd ever laid eyes on. She's pretty…She's got those incredible green eyes that I can just get lost in. They're this amazing shade of emerald, unlike any I've ever seen, because they're so flawless. Okay, so she's absolutely stunning. It was that face, with those full lips that begged to be kissed, her cute nose, those amazing eyes and her smooth alabaster skin that seemed to glow in the dim light. She seemed to be ethereal then. And then there was that hot sexy body that he just wanted to run his hands over all those curves…

Looks were nice, but it didn't help that she was so sassy, funny, sly, cunning, clever, humble, gentle, benevolent, giving, vivacious, captivating, enchanting…She was in short, the perfect woman. Everything in his being was screaming at him 'Take her as your own! Sweep her off her feet! C'mon man!What the hell are you doing! Are you denying a beautiful woman!'

But then…the whole boss-employee relationship that she was trying to get from him would just complicate things…not that complications ever stopped him…but there was that tiny little detail that she was one of those evil mutant killers…and he wasn't exactly most trusting of women…and she just didn't seem to be the bedding type…DAMN!

Besides, it's not like she's got a nice smile or anything…

God, that smile…damn.

That is one hell of a smile. It lights up her face…Man, that's cute, the way her nose sort of scrunches up…It was a smile that made the entire world meaningless and made him want to do things…perfect things…just for her, because then maybe, she'd smile again…

'Keep it together, LeBeau, it's just a belle femme!' he yelled to himself. She was driving him crazy. Never in his 21 years of life had he felt like such a moron in front of a female…well there was that one time…when he was six…but that didn't count…it was Tante Mattie after all…He just hoped that she hadn't noticed his incessant ogling of her. He, after all, had to be on the ball and alert for this. It was an important mission. He was a Master Thief, the youngest ever known, he was perfect. He simply did not fail. He had trained too long and hard to. So instead, he concentrated on her words…Whoa…perfect smile…nice…


If they had known what had happened in those first few minutes, they would've known that they were falling for each other, fast and hard, but the truth of the matter was that they didn't, it was beyond their comprehension. This was nothing short of fate, call it serendipity if you will, that they met like this. Let it be said that they were meant to be…but life, reality and circumstance has a funny way of intervening and getting in the way of that which should happen.

To all who saw them that day, they could all swear that they knew that they were a couple, discussing some art project. Seemingly they had been together a long time, but in reality, it was mere minutes. It was the undeniable chemistry that they shared. It was brilliant and explosive, like the spontaneous fire of phosphorus and air. Chemistry was what would make them great partners, and not only in espionage. There was a burning passion between them that had suddenly ignited. The feeling was new and foreign to both, not at all understood and it would be some time before it was, in the most lesser of ways.

True, they were disguised, not themselves, but the attraction was palpable, blatantly seen and neither could really deny that. Still, even masked, something lured them into each other. There was a sense of familiarity. Was that because of the meeting of soul mates or something else…perhaps both? Your soul knows its keeper despite appearances or facades. It can sense the underlying, the hidden, the mysterious. Nothing can escape it. Still, for both, at that moment, it was more déjà vu than the joining of souls. But where had they met before? To each the other seemed familiar, yet different and they couldn't put their finger on it.

So they conversed…for many many hours.


The coffee had long been consumed, the sun was setting, rush hour traffic gridlocked the roads and many customers had come and gone and yet, the conversation had not lulled. It was a thoroughly engaging conversation on art that had spanned all art forms, artists and several hundred years of art history. Opinions, personal journeys, their own art works and edited life stories were exchanged in their time. So it was with great surprise that they realized that their time together had flown by so rapidly.

"Favorite artist with the most tragic end?" asked Remy.

Marie remained silent for a moment, contemplating before responding with, "I'd have to say, Egon Schile."

"Interesting choice, why's that?" he questioned.

"Well, I suppose you could pick other artists with even more tragic ends…but he did die of Spanish influenza heartbroken, since his beloved and pregnant wife had died three days before. Before he dies, he writes this wonderfully hateful letter to his mother, to whom he'd always been at ends with. I mean, his last works were those of his wife, days before he died and so much of his work has this angst ridden disturbed quality, what with those undulating lines. (My Art teacher, Mr. Kinsella, made us to this self portrait based on Schile's styling and he always wanted to see more 'undulating' lines…) The dude was pretty cool and truly ahead of his time, the village he was working in thought his work was considered porn and locked him up for nearly a month in jail for 'showing porn to minors'," she explained.

"That would be Egon Schile alright. He was able to move away from his amazing realism to do some stunning expressionism. Not to mention he was also one cocky, self absorbed, narcissistic son of a bitch, if you don't mind me saying," replied Remy.

"I don't mind and that is only too true," laughed Marie, her eyes crinkling cutely, noticed Remy.

"Favorite 'screw you' pop artist?" asked Marie. Somehow, the job interview had turned into a wonderful friendly conversation getting to know each other…in the world of art, perhaps, but that was still something.

"Jeez, you had to give me a hard one, didn't you?" accused Remy.

"Yup," said Marie happily.

"It'd have to be a toss up between Andy Warhol, Roy Lichtenstein and Robert Rauschenberg," revealed Remy.

"Interesting mix," commented Marie, "The biggest so-called rule breakers."

"Yeah, you get the seemingly coke influenced interviews with Warhol, Lichtenstein copying the classics and Rauschenberg painting a goat and putting a tire around it, to raise the 'oh no you didn't', 'you can't do that,' and confusion to the art aficionados of the time," clarified Remy.

Marie let out another smile and glanced casually at her watch. Her eyes bulged. She looked again. It wasn't possible, was it? Panicking, she moved her quick gaze throughout the shop and noticed the setting sun. It was.

"What's wrong, Anna?" Remy shot her a concerned look.

"It's past six!" she exclaimed.

"What!" he asked disbelieving until he checked his own watch, "Well, look at that, it is," then amusedly he added, "The time seems to have flown by without us noticing"

"No kidding," said Marie.

"You need to be anywhere?" asked Remy.

"Huh?" asked Marie confused.

"You seem panicked, you need to be anywhere?" he repeated.

"Nah, I'm just surprised that we've been here for four hours," she explained.

Remy chuckled, "Guess we got carried away."

"Yeah, Rob, yeah," agreed Anna.

"I suppose this means the interview has ended," said Remy with a smile.

Marie returned it and answered, "It was over a long time ago."

"That it was," said Remy, nodding his head as she began to put away her lap top, papers and portfolio into her large leather purse. Remy also began putting away his things.

"My subway's gonna be a bitch to catch this time of day," complained Marie as she slipped on her toque, scarf and gloves.

"I'll give you a ride in my car," offered Remy quickly, as he too put on his outerwear to combat the frigid cold of the fall.

"I can take care of myself you know," replied Marie, though with an amused smile.

"True, but I wouldn't want the newest employee of Inspired Designs to vanish mysteriously in some mugging," justified Remy. It would give him time to be with her alone, see where she lived and dig some more dirt.

"Really? I'm hired, just like that?" asked Marie in disbelief.

"Yeah, we're always looking for new talent and it's better to snag you now then have some rival get you. Besides, I'm the manager. What I say goes. The big boss trusts my word and agrees," explained Remy.

"You're sure?" she clarified.

"Absolutely, I know talent when I see it. We'd be happy if you'd come to work for us. Since I was interested in recruiting you, you'll be working under me in one of my design teams. I oversee everything and then the boss okays everything. You'll get your job offer acknowledgment by Monday," explained Remy.

"Okay, cool, but I still can't accept your ride. I mean, I'd feel like I was intruding. Besides, I'm sure you've got better things to do than to drive home university graduates," conveyed Marie.

"Nah, you wouldn't. My day's free, so it'd be my pleasure," said Remy.

"But-" started Marie.

"I'm not taking 'no' for an answer, Anna. All my employees know that, you should know that too," told Remy.

"Alright, Rob, if you're sure," replied Marie.

"I am," said Remy confidently as he helped her into her jacket to which she whispered her thanks.

Gathering their things, the pair strolled leisurely out of the coffee shop and into the busy darkened street. Somehow, this autumn night appeared darker, more dangerous and mysterious this night. The street lamps cast pools of golden yellow light on the black world, the only brightness from the overwhelming dark, other than the faint glow of shops, restaurants and the head and tail lights of passing cars through rush hour.

"Aren't you glad I offered you a ride now?" asked Remy as they walked down the sidewalk.

"Ha ha. Just because it's creepishly dark out tonight and teeming with MSF soldiers on the prowl," commented Marie.

"Hey, you never wanna get tied up in the middle of one of those," said Remy.

"Yeah," said Marie. They walked in silence for awhile.

Remy broke it with, "My cars just around the corner."

"Okay," said Marie, following his steps beside him. They turned the corner and he led her to a large, intricate concrete parking garage. They took the elevator up to the third floor using a pass key, before emerging to the level that was filled with many expensive high end cars. Marie had never seen so many nice cars in her life located in one a single room. She was slightly awed to the amusement of Remy. She broke out of her amazement long enough to follow Remy to his car, the ultra sleek, sexy black Ferrari with blood red accents.

"Umm…nice car?" said Marie as she followed him into the parking garage, starring at the Ferrari with high interest. The car was clearly the king of the high end cars. It was obvious to her that it was a custom job and soupped up.

Remy just chuckled.

"Yeah, I've never seen this many nice cars in one room…" she explained.

"I can see that," Remy said with a smirk, looking at her warmly and pressing a button on his car keys, which unlocked the doors to his car with a beeping noise which brought Marie out of her stupor to get into the passenger seat beside Remy.

They sat in silence for a moment and Marie's stomach growled…yup, her liver had run out of glycogen.

"Man, I'm getting hungry," slipped Marie and as soon as she said that, she wished she hadn't, because the most beautiful of male creatures responded.

"Then why don't I take you to dinner, since I kept you here so long. We could continue our conversation," suggested Remy, the words tumbling out before he had any comprehension of them.

Marie balked, internally, she was panicking, but on the outside, she just looked slightly reluctant. On one hand, she could spend more time with the enemy, get to know him better and garner some information on his habits. On the other, she was going out to dinner with the enemy! Screw the fact that he was devilishly handsome, alluring and attractive! The choices tumbled over each other in her head at rapid speeds. She was at indecision. She couldn't fail this mission. Her parents had let her have it. It was her first and they had high hopes for her, and so did she. It would be such valuable intel for her cause. So what could she do?

"I couldn't. I mean, you already bought me coffee, gave me a job and are giving me a ride home," said Marie, her brow crinkling, watching his expression.

"I insist," said Remy.

What was he saying! Okay, so it's just dinner with a beautiful, amazing, enchanting woman. He never left a beautiful woman unturned to him. But she was the enemy! Sure, he could dig for some more intel, find out her habits and know her better. His head was spinning. This was his shoe into working full time for the Resistance. He needed to succeed at this. It meant he would get to work with Logan, the man who got him out from that god forsaken prison, sort of pay him back. It meant that he'd finally get to make a real difference, a big difference in the world. Plus, he just had to get away from New Orleans for awhile. This would prove that he wasn't just a freelancer, that he could really go in one direction and change the tide of the fight.

"Isn't this violating some sort of boss-employee regulation?" asked Marie with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

"Nah, nothing in there says you can't take someone out to dinner, besides ya gotta keep the workers happy. It's the only way they produce, you know,"

"No wonder your company's so good, you feed, drive and flatter all the employees," commented Marie with a smile.

"So is that a yes?" asked Remy, both hoping that she'd say no and yes at the same time.

Rogue took a deep breath and just let her mouth move, not really thinking of the answer, "Yes." What was she getting herself into?

Remy smiled, curious as to why he felt relieved, it wasn't for the reasons he wished, "Great, I know this awesome Italian place near here." He was truly clinically insane. No Catch 22 about that.

"That sounds great," she said and it would be.

Remy put the key in the ignition and started it up. Guns N' Roses' 'Welcome to the Jungle' blared from the speakers the moment the car roared to life.

"I love this song," she said, a grin lighting up her features.

"Me too," he said with a smirk. Yeah, it would be one hell of game.

With that, he drove the car out of the parking garage with a squeal and a hum of speed, letting his dear lady, Fate, take him where she would. He just didn't know that Fate had taken partnership with Serendipity.


The woman's emerald eyes were blazing with fury, so alive and vicious. Her rebellious wavy hair, auburn streaked black with snowy white bangs was tied into a high ponytail with pearly strands framing her face, billowed behind her like a specter. She was in a tightly fitted leather jacket that was sleek and glistening, a cross between a corset and a motorcycle jacket. It had green accenting and piping on it. (Basically, think of one of those leather jackets they had on in the movies, but without the blatantly obvious X) Her slightly loose black cargo pants with many pockets did well to accentuate her long slim legs, and were reminiscent of punk fashion with some of the many zippers, straps, rings and metal dangling from it and had a studded leather belt to hold it up. They were tucked into a pair of large, chunky black leather boots with large buckles and straps, that were a combination of combat and motorcycle boots with thick soles and slightly heeled. Clutched in her short, hunter green, velvet gloved hands was a pair of large silver Desert Eagles, ready to blow his brains out with a single shot, releasing the bullets. It was beautiful. She was in that moment, rage personified.

"Who tha fuck are ya!" she hollered, voice threatening violence.

The man with the amused, smoldering, ruby onyx eyes just smiled, teasing her. His coppery auburn hair floated around his head like the swirling wind itself. A long, extended, silver Bo-staff was clutched in one of his strangely gloved hands. He wore a form fitting leather coat with red accenting that resembled a motorcycle racing jacket that showed off his defined body, underneath a long, chocolate brown trench coat with straps, buckles and studs on it's leather surface. (Again, think X2 when you think of the coat) He also wore a pair of cargo pants, although his had many pockets with a thick studded leather belt around his waist. Completing his look was a pair of thick motorcycle boots with his pants tucked it. He was unafraid, reckless, as if daring her to shoot. It was amazing. In that moment he was pure, unadulterated defiance made alive.

"Why aren't y' just a little rogue, Chere?" he whispered seductively with a smirk.

Somewhere, Fate and Serendipity were wetting themselves in blind panic.


And so concludes this chapter…Eek! Is Rogue about to shoot Remy? It's a cliffie, I know. It says...no one dies in this chapter...but hey, there's next chapter...I'll leave it up to you to decide whether I'm kidding or just plain evil. This wasn't supposed to end this way. It was supposed to be much longer and include a nice long battle sequence, with everything I promised above…but I got tired and this just took SO long to write and yes, by my standards, it's relatively short. I didn't get writer's block, it was just that I had problems with actually sitting down and typing out the whole thing. It's all in my head, dammit. The last section was just came to me because I really wanted to capture the fighting feel that I had planed and live up to my chapter title, 'Meeting Destiny at Gunpoint.' I hope this lives up and just know that next chapter will explain how the heck things went from 'Let's eat dinner', to 'Let's kill each other.'

UP NEXT: PART ONE: CHAPTER SIX: HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM

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