-1AN: Sorry this one's kind of short. I do have to say this though, normally, I wouldn't post this chapter so soon but I got more reviews last night than I ever have after one day, so I felt ambitious.

Chapter 2: Bloody pigs

Storm placed a plate covered in pancakes at the table. The eager eyes of her teammates watching the moving food intently.

"They look delectable, Ororo," Hank said, smiling briefly at his dear friend.

"Yeah, well looks ain't everything," Logan snarled. Ororo glared at him. "I'm sure they're fine, but I probably won't taste them, much less look at 'em."

"Pig," Rogue said grinning. Logan, cocked an eyebrow at the young woman. For a brief moment, she thought she'd upset him; and then he laughed.

As the plate was passed, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Rogue called, excusing herself and rising from her chair. She walked down the hall, past children in their pajamas, starting their day.

"'Morning, Rogue," Lizzy Braddock called as she passed her in the hall. Her violet hair shimmering in the morning sun. Her British accent dripping through thickly.

"Mornin' Liz. 'Ro just put breakfast on the table. I'd hurry. Hank an' Logan probably have most of it gone by now."

"Bloody pigs," Lizzy said with a hint of laughter.

"Tell me about it."

She opened the heavy wooden door slowly.

"Can I help you?" She asked, her attention still on her conversation with her friend.

"Y'can if Ororo Munroe still lives 'ere," A deep baritone answered.

That accent… Gotta be Cajun. She looked up and was faced with the most beautiful pair of eyes she had ever seen. A sparkling hue of bright red against black. Her eyes went wide.

"I'm- I'm sorry," she said, realizing she was staring. "It's just… Your eyes."

"Yeah. I know. De're demonic-"

"No! They're beautiful."

"I could say de same t'ing 'bout you, chere."

She blushed. "Well, beauty's only skin deep."

"I doubt dat's yo' case." He reached down and grabbed her hand, bowed neatly and placed a kiss on it.

"I'm sure that's what you tell all the girls," Rogue said rolling her eyes.

"It is," a voice from behind her stated. "Believe me." Ororo walked past Rogue, grinning. She embraced the man tightly. Rogue frowned at the apparent closeness he had with Ororo.

"Rogue, this is a very good friend of mine-"

"Remy LeBeau. Pleasure t'meet y'." He grinned, bowing once more.

"Would you cut it out." Ororo giggled, pushing his shoulder up, forcing him to stand upright. "Don't mind him. Remy considers himself a ladies man."

"Shhh… Don' let dem know m'secret." Remy grinned.

Rogue didn't. She was mad at herself for letting her guard down. Of course he's not interested in you, stupid.

"What are you doing here? Besides hitting on my best friends, that is?" Ororo asked, taking his hands in hers.

"Jus' t'ought I'd stop by. I was in de area an-"

"I know you're lying, Gambit. What's wrong? You're in trouble aren't you? If you brought trouble here-"

"Calm down, Stormy! I'm not in trouble. Well, at least not de kind dat's gonna come all de way up 'ere t'find me."

"You should have called. I'd have gotten a room ready." Ororo relaxed, dropping his hands.

"Same ol' Stormy. Don' worry 'bout it. I don' plan on stayin' long. Just long enough t'get m'self back on m'feet." He put a hand on her shoulder.

"What happened?" She asked, concern spreading across her features.

"It's a long story."

"You can tell me later. I'm sure you have a lot on your mind right now."

"T'anks."

"Don't mention it. I'll have someone get a room ready for you."

"De couch is okay wit' me." He shrugged.

"Nonsense. In fact, Rogue-" She turned to face the girl, but she was gone.